Colors (1988) - full transcript

[ Roaring ]

♪♪

[ Water running ]

[ Indistinct announcement
over PA]

Hey, Hodges.

What d'you think about all
those hotshot jitterbugs, huh?

What about 'em?

OFFICER: You never pulled
that shit, did you?

No way, man.

[ Laughing ]

- Bullshit, huh?
- Yeah.



I don't understand Melindez,
I really don't.

John Wayne's Rexall Rangers...
pussies.

I got one year left.

Gimme a towel. And after that...

After that...

Excuse me.

I'm gonna go for another ten.

Who are you?

Rocky VI.

What'd you say
you did for a living?

I'm a guardian
of masculinity, man.

- Somebody smells good!
- Where does that put you?

- Where the fuck is my gun?
- Fuck.

We want a uniformed presence...



out in the street.

They're flying their colors...

we're flying ours.

I want them to know
who they're dealing with.

They got uzis.
They got shotguns.

They got explosives.

They got access to any kind of
weapon they want

within 24 hours.

We got over 50,000
gangbangers out there.

We're bleeding from open wounds.

We're just jamming you 24 in
to stop the flow.

We sound like a bunch of Tampax.

[ Laughing ]

What?

You wanna tell me
what you were saying?

Uh...

I said we sound like
a bunch of Tampax, sir.

[ Laughing ]

Kid's cute.

Tampax goes someplace good.

[ Jeering ]

- Give this guy to Hodges.
- What? What?

MELINDEZ: Beat it.

[ "One Time, One Night" by
Los Lobos playing ]

♪ A wise man ♪

♪ Was tellin' stories to me ♪

♪ About the places
he had been to ♪

♪ and the things
that he had seen ♪

♪ A quiet voice ♪

♪ Was singin' something to me ♪

♪ An age-old song
'bout the home of the brave ♪

♪ in this land here
of the free ♪

♪ One time one night
in America ♪

♪ A lady dressed in white
with the man she loved ♪

♪ Was standing along the side
of a pick-up truck ♪

♪ A shot rang out in the night ♪

♪ Just when everything
seemed right ♪

♪ Another headline written
down in America ♪

♪ The guy that lived
next door in 305 ♪

♪ Took the kids to the park ♪

♪ and disappeared 'bout
half past nine ♪

♪ Who will ever know
how much she loved them so? ♪

♪ That dark night alone
in America ♪

♪ A quiet voice ♪

♪ Was singin' somethin' to me ♪

♪ An age-old song 'bout the home
of the brave ♪

♪ in this land here
of the free ♪

♪ One time one night
in America ♪

♪ Four small boys playing
ball in the parking lot ♪

♪ A preacher, a teacher
and the other became a cop ♪

♪ A car skidded into the rain ♪

♪ Making the
last little one a saint ♪

♪ One more light
goes out in America ♪

♪ A young girl tosses a coin
in a wishing well ♪

♪ She hopes for a heaven, ♪

♪ but for her there's
just this hell ♪

♪ She gave away her life ♪

♪ To become somebody's wife ♪

♪ Another wish
unanswered in America ♪

♪ People havin' so much faith ♪

♪ Die too soon
while all the rest come late ♪

♪ We write a song
that no one sings ♪

♪ on a cold black stone ♪

♪ Where a lasting peace
will finally bring... ♪

[ Sirens blaring ]

♪♪

♪ Say, Rocket's gonna pop it
And no one's gonna stop it ♪

♪ Look what I got
to rock your knots with... ♪

- Just light the damn sherm.
- Yes, yes.

- Light it up, dude.
- Yes, yes, yo.

- Sherm up the driver, cuz.
- Eat it up.

♪ We like to get high
So a nigger kid dies ♪

♪ Checkin' out slobs
That is our job ♪

♪ And if you think
we're the Crips ♪

♪ Well, you hit it on the knob ♪

♪ G-ridin' in the van
With my main man ♪

♪ Shotgun jam
Turnin' niggers into Spam ♪

♪ Rocket don't smoke
And Rocket don't joke ♪

♪ Yo! Rocket, put the cap
on the nigger ♪

- Hey, man, shut the fuck up.
- Better?

- Chill out, motherfucker.
- Yo, Rocket.

Man, I'm high as a motherfucker.

Yo, Rocket, we're comin' in.

[ Indistinct voices ]

Hey, Blood!
[ Shotgun fires ]

Oh, God! No!

No! No!

No! No!

Oh, God! No! No! No!

He can't die! He can't die!

No! He can't die!

No! Lord have mercy!
Lord have mercy!

No!

What'd you find out?

OK, the victim's name
is Robert Craig.

A little warlock,
house of Blood set.

Apparently, at least two blacks
drive by in a van,

say "Hey, Blood." Boom.

Shit.

She-- she saw it.

MOTHER:
[Sobbing] No!

Excuse me.

I ain't seen nothin'.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Nothin'!

Ma'am, if you saw this,
you can't...

Who can't?
Just get on out of my face.

What, are you gonna
just close your eyes

and close your ears every time
something like this happens?

There's a kid laying over here
on the ground dead, ma'am!

Let's go, let's go.
She has to live here.

MOTHER: No, please!

No! Oh, God, no!
No!

He can't die! He can't die!

[ Police radio chatter ]

D'you need anything?

Jeez, I don't know, Hodges.

Maybe some of your
valuable expertise.

Well, hey, I doubt that. You
guys are doin' such a fine job,

that's why they call us out here
at 2 o'clock in the morning.

Hey, why don't you flyin' CRASH
guys go take a flyin' fuck?

[ Mother sobbing
in the background ]

Hey, fuck you.

- Fuck you.
- Let's get in the car.

There's too many bodies
around here.

MOTHER: No! No! No!

He can't die! No!

Lord have mercy!
Lord have mercy!

No!

The kid was a Blood.
Dealing, too.

Whether it was drugs or gang
related, I really don't know.

For now, let's hook and book.

Be inventive. Find some
probable cause.

Get both gangs off the street,
at least for a night or two.

Now, let 'em calm down.
See if they'll talk.

What I need is a shot of Demerol
and some clean sheets.

Whoa, whoa.
Any further questions?

No, sir.

All right. Let's rock 'n' roll.

Stand up straight.
Keep your fuckin' mouth shut.

Yo, wait, man.
Why the fuck you holdin' on us?

- Wait, wait.
- Shut up!

Don't get excited, man. Wait!

Yo, man, I'm just
kickin' it here.

We ain't did nothin'!

Man, they rode on us.
The punk-ass motherfuckers!

Alright, keep movin', Rocket.

♪ I am a nightmare walkin'
Psychopath talkin' ♪

♪ King of my jungle
Just a gangster stalkin' ♪

♪ Livin' life like a firecracker
Quick is my fuse ♪

♪ Vendettas of death
Back the colors I choose ♪

♪ Red or blue, Cuz or Blood
It just don't matter ♪

♪ Sucker, dive for your life
When my shotgun scatters ♪

♪ Colors
The gangs of LA will never die ♪

♪ Just multiply
Colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors ♪

♪ You don't know me, fool ♪

♪ You disown me, cool ♪

♪ I don't need your assistance
Social persistence ♪

♪ Any problem I got
I just put my fist in ♪

♪ My life is violent
But violent is life ♪

♪ Peace is a dream
Reality is a knife ♪

♪ My color's my honor
My color's my all ♪

♪ With my colors upon me
One soldier stands tall ♪

♪ Tell me, what have you
left me? What have I got? ♪

♪ Last night in cold blood
My young brother got shot ♪

And there they are. The Ville.
Crips. Crip de Ville.

Stone fuckin' killers.

They'll walk in your house,
blow you away,

sit down to eat...

Then leave.

[ Whistling ]

That's right.
You get them off the street.

- Lady, we're trying.
- You need more help!

[ Laughing ]

- So, what's up, Rocky-o?
- Yo, yo, yo, put it here.

- Hit that.
- Just chillin' and shit.

Get your hand outta
my face, all right?

Oh.

Hodges, you back, huh?

- What's up, homes?
- Hey, turn the music down, man.

Hey, fuck that!
That ain't my job.

You better watch your back, man.

Nice ride, man.
I didn't make it.

Why you sneakin' up
on us like that?

You wanna get back
on the sidewalk?

You're all buffed out, my man.
What, you've been to the joint?

Just County, man.
Missed you for a while.

You out on good time?
What's this?

Oh, this here's my
Hopalong Cassidy rag.

Get rid of it.

What fuckin' $5?
I don't owe you no $5.

Find a better class of friends.
You're in violation.

Hey, man, I live right
over there. I'm just passin' by.

- What's the matter with him?
- Who, Rocket?

- Don't he like it around here?
- Cuz is down for the hood, man.

Y'all got any dope today?

Not us. We just say no to drugs.

Well, you can get some
right over there.

Go get some. I'll be right back.

All right, man. Get some for us.

Yeah, you bet.

Hey, later on, Hodges.
Take care of yourself, homeboy.

Yeah, right on.
They ain't got nothin', cuz.

Hodges has a new partner.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Fuckin' Melindez, man. I cannot
believe I'm back out here. Man!

I worked CRASH for five years.
I did my time.

Finally made it up to Juvie.
Right?

Home at night with the wife.

Get to help somebody
every once in a while...

Here I am. Same old shit.

♪♪

He don't wanna see us.

Freeze.

Stop, asshole!

[ Thud ]

Fuckhead!

Don't move.

That's what you get
for messin' with the police.

[ Thud ]

Okay gangsters, put your hands
behind your head,

interlock your fingers, get down
on your knees. Let's go.

Cross your ankles. Don't move.

Drop it.

1-CRASH-32.
Requesting backup.

My partner's on foot
in an alley, northbound.

1200... South Main.

OK, you kids, get outta here.
Get lost.

Go home. These guys
are creeps. Go home!

Go on!

Bring him out here, McGavin.

[ Dog barking ]

Hey, homes, what d'you think
I'm gonna find

when I look under
that car, huh?

Huh?

[ Dogs barking ]

You don't run from the
fastest white boy on two feet.

Oh, man, you smell good, homes.

What is that?
Eau de doo-dah-day?

I saw him toss it.

What the hell
were you runnin' for?

Answer me, asshole.

Huh? Answer me.

What's your name?

[ Siren blaring ]

- What's your name?
- Clarence Brown.

- Don't lie to me.
- Clarence Brown.

[ Siren blaring ]

[ Siren turns off]

- How old are you?
- 18.

How old are you?

14.

What else do they call you?
What's your name on the street?

Give me another name.

- High Top.
- Why do they call you that?

You a second-story man,
High Top?

You go down on
basketball players?

What do you hang out
with this loser for?

You wanna wind up like him?
You do, don't you?

No.

- What's your heart beatin' for?
- I'm scared, man.

I thought you were
runnin' a marathon.

[ Dogs barking ]

Got it.

Stand up.
Let's see your tattoos.

Oh, man, homes.
It's fuckin' Gibraltar.

Look at the red. This kid's
a Blood. Let's see.

What?

- Recognize this?
- Cancel Christmas. You're dead.

- You on parole or probation?
- No.

Well, I got you on my file now.

If I ever catch you around
here again, I'm gonna shove this

up your ass. How do you
think that would feel?

[ Shoe grinding ]

Uncuff him.

Uncuff him.

You heard me.

I'm Hodges. Ask around
who I am. Alright?

Yeah.

- You owe me one, OK?
- Yeah.

- Got that?
- Yes, sir.

Say it.

- I owe you one.
- OK.

Get outta here.

Alright. This alley is hot.

It's no longer yours, it's mine.

If I catch you here again,
I'm gonna arrest you.

Be straight with me,
I'll be straight with you.

Now, all of you, get lost.
Let's go. Come on. Out!

- Come on, man. Let's go.
- Go on.

We'll catch this slob
round the corner.

Right on, brother.

I'm down for that.

I'll drive.

[ Door closes,
car starts ]

[ Door closes ]

- What the fuck was that?
- What?

I made a righteous collar
back there, partner.

If I do something, I expect
you to back me up

and I hope you expect the same.

Oh. You don't even
know the neighborhood,

yet you wanna drag him in
for a pissy little rock

and spend the rest of the shift
doin' paperwork?

Is that what you call a plan?

You wanna hear a plan?
I got a plan.

- Yeah.
- We get him for rock,

then they get him
for somethin' else...

and when he does
something serious,

it's not a first
fuckin' offense!

[ Police radio chatter ]

A white female causing
disturbance at parking lot,

corner of 9th and Figueroa.

Shit.

OK, that's your plan.
All right. OK.

Now you wanna hear mine?

You're full of fuckin'
adrenaline, man. You know...

You're not in a black
and white anymore,

chasin' around
Mickey Mouse crimes.

Now, the plan as I see it
is to get to know these guys,

get them used to
talkin' with us,

so then when somethin' big
does come along...

You wanna listen or what?

What?

You wanna look at pussy or learn
about this job? Which is it?

You heard the one
about the two bulls?

Not yet.

Not yet, huh?

Well, these two bulls are
sittin' on a grassy knoll

overlookin' a herd
of Guernseys...

and the baby bull says
"Hey, Pop,

let's run down and fuck
one of those cows."

But the papa bull says
"No, Son.

"Let's walk down.

Fuck 'em all."

[ Laughing,
siren in distance ]

RADIO: Unit 15, 10-20,
what is your location?

- When d'you get outta jail?
- What?

I could put a word in
with Parole.

- What's your name?
- Louisa.

Danny.

Hi, Danny.

So you get time off
for good behavior?

You ever go out with a cop?

You don't like cops, do you?

No.

- No what?
- No sale. Let's go.

Yeah, sure.

I will be back.

I really love...
your coffee, Louisa.

Bye.

Bye.

[ Car door closes,
engine starts ]

- You're jealous.
- That's right.

See, but I got a wife at home
whom I love, and three kids.

- Yeah, that don't mean shit.
- That's why I'm jealous.

You don't wanna get laid, man.

It leads to kissin', and pretty
soon you gotta talk to 'em.

♪♪

White Fence are the
oldest gang in LA.

There's three or four
generations.

I don't know if you remember,
they were the ones

that threatened that
lady DA last year.

- What's up, homes?
- What's up?

- Nice ride, man.
- Hey Hodges, what's happenin'?

Not much.

You still smokin' that PCP?
Make you stupid, man.

Man, I don't fuck with juice.
This is weed.

Peewees smoke that
stupid shit. I don't.

You seen any...
gang members around?

Who, me? I ain't seen
any gang members.

You seen any gang members?

[ Chuckling ]

Check these vatos.

[ Police radio chatter ]

- 21st Street on our list?
- Nah.

Poor fuckers are
professional victims.

Get their ass kicked constantly.

Kind of a mixed gang.

See, you got Diamond Street
down there,

the Ville, and the projects
down on the west.

So they gotta fight their way in
and fight their way out.

- They're fucked, huh?
- They are fucked.

[ Thud ]

Jesus!

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Brakes squealing ]

What're you gonna do? Stand in
the middle of the street

and wave your fist? Let's go.
Come on. Come on!

[ Car door shuts ]

[ Car door shuts ]

♪♪

Hey, what you guys doin'?

[ Laughing ]

Stay right where you are.
Drop and you're dead, buddy.

OK. All right, let's line up.
Come on, let's go.

Come on. Right up here.
Let's go.

Let's go. Come on.

All right.

What's the matter with you?
Put that fuckin' thing away!

Asshole.

[ Rooster crowing ]

Hey, get your hands
outta your pockets.

Put your hands behind your neck.

Come on. And you.

Are you guys stupid or what?

Throwin' rocks at our car...
This is my office.

What are you, crazy?

Go get your hands up.
Gimme your fingers, man.

Spread your legs. Wider.

Spread your fuckin' legs, homes.

Who threw the rock?

Oh.

We can have it any way you want.
You wanna have an understanding?

Are we gonna have
some kind of rapport or what?

- What's that?
- Cigarettes.

You have any fuckin' primos
in there, do you, boy?

Chale, homes.

OK, get out.

What do you wanna have?

Mr. Hodges, still with that
rapport shit, huh?

Hey. How you doin'?

What's my little brother
doin' up in that tree?

- Thinks he's a monkey vato, eh?
- Stay up there.

You heard the man.

- Little brother?
- Simón.

What's your name,
little brother?

- Tell him your name, homes.
- Felipe.

- That's my partner, McGavin.
- What's your name, man?

- Huh?
- Larry.

Larry.

New partner.

OK, Larry. Get over there.

Larry Sylvester. Looney Tunes.

What's the matter
with the peewees, homes?

What?

Well, they threw a rock at
my car, man. My brand-new car.

Who threw the rock?

Who threw it?!

You're a stupid little fuck,
you know that?

No future in it, homie.

So you're back
in the jungles, homes?

Oh, this ain't the jungle.
This is Disneyland.

So how we gonna teach them?

I don't know, Hodges.
I don't know, man.

I don't know about this
younger generation, homes.

You come down, Felipe.
I'm gonna beat your ass.

Well, keep the homeboys
in line, all right?

Yes, sir.

Have a good day.

All right, homes.

I didn't mean to jump on
your case out there,

it's just you were
blowin' my deal.

Our community have
kids out there

who are dying over colors.

I mean, actually dying
over red or blue.

And what we need is your help.

We need you people to testify

when you see something
going on out there.

We're outnumbered,
we're outgunned,

we're tired. We need your help.

You mean the cops
don't have enough guns? Shit!

Hey, look, man. You wanna know
why they pull this shit?

'Cause I tell you.

'Cause there ain't
no jobs out there!

Hell with 'em all! Throw all
the motherfuckers in jail, huh?

I know all about bein'
outgunned, all right?

I mean, I was in Vietnam.

Yeah! Yeah!

And it ain't about what
you got in your hand.

It's about what the people want.

That's what it is, man.

You're doggone right
that's what it is.

It's what it is, man.
It's what the people want.

Hey, man, just wait.
Let the man talk, all right?

I used to run with a gang,
all right? Now I work with 'em.

I just wanna make a point here,
all right?

The reality on the streets
is that

the dope dealer has
got the Mercedes-Benz...

the instant money and the women.

Now, these kids have eyes.
They see what's goin' on.

And that is their socialization.

It's the values
that they respect.

We don't educate 'em.
We don't give 'em jobs.

Look, man. Hell, we know
all that shit, man.

Why don't you do somethin'
about it, huh?

Look, what we need
is some damn protection.

Then you've got to get involved.

What the fuck d'you
think we're doin' here?

We're fed up!
We're sick of this shit!

The police are never gonna
get anywhere, man.

Shakin' people down, shinin'
their lights in our eyes.

Treatin' all of us
like criminals

'cause of where we live!

And right in front of our kids!

Uh, sir, d'you know
where your kids are now?

[ Indistinct shouting ]

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you, man!

You don't go botherin' me
about my kid.

[ Indistinct shouting,
knocking ]

Calm down! Please hold it down.
Let's come to order!

[ Knocking ]

♪♪

♪ Soon, and very soon ♪

♪ We are going to see the King ♪

♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪

♪ We are going to see the King ♪

♪ Oh, Lord God in heaven ♪

♪ We are going to see the King ♪

♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪

♪ We are going to see the King ♪

♪ Oh, I said soon,
and very soon ♪

♪ We are going to see the King ♪

♪ Soon, and very soon ♪

♪ We are going to see the King ♪

♪ Oh, I said soon,
and very soon ♪

♪ We are going to see the King ♪

♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪

♪ We are going to see the King ♪

I want to thank Miss Loretta
Thomas and her choir...

greet the congregation and all
the rest of you who have chosen

to grace our church
on this special day.

What makes this day so special?
"What is so special?" you ask.

Another black boy bites the dust
to which thou art returned.

I knew this boy,
this Robert Craig...

whose mama brought him up
as best she could.

It wasn't the lack of love
that brought this boy down.

WOMAN: Amen!

PREACHER: It was the scourge
of drugs and gangs.

WOMAN: That's right.

PREACHER: And what makes
this day so special is,

we have now declared war
upon this plague!

Yeah!

Till we see that this scourge of
gang violence

is driven from our streets!

We've been bullied too long
by these sawed-off gangsters.

These gangbangers,
as they call themselves.

And now it is time
for decent folk...

for the people of God,
to start bangin' back.

Amen!

Are we afraid of these hoodlums?

ALL: No.

I said, are we afraid
of these terrorists?

No!

[ Gunfire erupting ]

They hit, goddamn it!

♪♪

[ Siren blaring ]

[ Hissing ]

We have a black and white
following suspect vehicle,

black Ford LTD.
Request air unit.

- Fuck!
- Shit!

Eastbound in alley between
113 and 114 from Wilmington.

[ Crashing ]

[ Crashing ]

[ Horns honking ]

[ Brakes squealing ]

RADIO: Air units, come in
on southeast frequency.

OFFICER: Air 18. Go ahead.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Siren blaring ]

Keep this motherfucker goin'!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Crash ]

[ Sirens blaring ]

Fuckin' asshole!

Get outta Dodge,
you motherfuckers!

Eat shit and die, motherfuckers!

[ Gunfire ]

[ Crash ]

Get these cops. Fuck 'em up!

DISPATCHER:
Air 18, respond to shots fired.

[ Crashing ]

[ Tires squealing ]

That fuckin' bitch
can drive, man.

[ Crash ]

[ Horn honking ]

[ Screaming, crashing ]

[ Tires squealing ]

OFFICER: Air 18. Code six.
Have three suspects...

Assholes. Fuck. Crips, Bloods...

[ Sirens blaring ]

[ Crash ]

[ Helicopter whirring ]

[ Crash ]

[ Explosion ]

Oh, shit!

[ Crash ]

[ Sirens blaring ]

♪♪

My wife, uh...
says she wants to meet you.

She says, uh...

- you can bring a date.
- Thanks.

Jesus Christ!

So we had Linda, you know.
She's 18 now, right?

And then Bobby said, "Well,
why don't we try for a boy?"

So I thought Tommie for sure

was gonna be our
last one, but...

these things happen!

Well, they better not.

Oh, no. You heard what he said?

Jumbo shrimp!
There's a contradiction.

- $14.95 a pound.
- Bobby...!

Hey, he's my partner.

What's money to two highly paid
professionals

of LA's best? Right?

- Right.
- Let me go help you.

Oh, no, no, no, honey. Sit down.

It's OK. I'll just come.
Later, dear.

Prick. Bastard.

You dog.

You better treat her right,

or her Mexican mama's
gonna chop it off.

- A fuckin' angel.
- I know.

Pretty fancy drivin'
the other day, McGavin.

I mean, we didn't
have to try and catch 'em.

Are you sayin' I wouldn't have?

Well, if I was you,
a year before pension...

a wife like that, a kid...

Three kids. That's bullshit.

D'you wanna get into this now?

I don't understand you.
I really don't.

You wanna psychoanalyze me?

Where'd you get your
fuckin' hard-on?

Ask me if I loved my mother.

You know, I used to
get jacked up

'cause I thought I
needed that edge.

Well, maybe you don't,
maybe I do.

Maybe we're just different.

What I remember most
from that time

is nothing but regrets.

Let me tell you
something, McGavin:

you can't prove anything
out on the streets.

It's fuckin' Bozoland.

What you do out there is a job.

You can try to
be a professional...

that's the best
you can fucking do.

Now in 19 years
I've learned one thing.

If you try to fight
every jerk on the street,

you'll be one sad,
sorry son of a bitch

at the end of every day.

And you'll never last 20 years.

And God forbid
if you ever get married

and take it out on your wife.

She will walk.
She will fucking leave you.

So why make it worse
all the time?

- Is that one thing?
- Yeah, one thing.

It's all one thing.

First of all,
about the other day...

This has nothing
to do with that.

- Shut up! Uh, do I get to talk?
- Talk.

I'm sorry about the car.

I fuckin' wiped out.
What can I say?

You want me to say
it's not gonna happen again?

I know what you're saying.
I know what you're trying to do,

but I didn't volunteer for CRASH
to play games

and be nice to these assholes.

Do you think you get respect?

They just laugh and
go fuck somebody up.

Well, I can't deal with that.

If you don't think you
can deal with me,

well, I understand that, too.

[ Toy gun firing ]

- JOAN: Well?
- LOUISA: What?

- JOAN: So tell me about him.
- Well, I will tell you later.

Gimme the baby. Louisa?

LOUISA:
No, it's all right. I enjoy it.

How do you want me to
cook those shrimp?

Oh, butterfly 'em.

What's up?

Nothin'.

You OK? Hmm?

Yeah.

[ Playset rattling ]

Here I come!

Look at your
brother there. Look.

[ Playful growling ]

Now look what I got.
I got a killer animal.

[ Dogs barking ]

[ Spraying ]

♪♪

[ Laughing ]

Hey, homes.
You kiddin' me, homes?

Listen up, homes. Listen up.

That dude was fly, homes.

He so fly, he gone.

He made his own from
the curb, man. Over and out.

Boom! Yeah.

Hey, Larry.

- You can make it out too, man.
- How?

Maybe I'll go to Hollywood,
be Eddie Murphy.

Hey Frog, you think
America's ready

to love two niggers
at the same time?

Chale, homes.

You been talkin' to
Bird too long, eh?

Say what?

I say you been talkin'
to Bird too long.

He says there's
no future in it, homes.

Ain't no future but
what you make it, homes.

- Shit.
- Bangin' is shit!

Listen, homes!

Hey, see, man, that's just
the way the world is, ese.

There's always gonna
be gangs, man.

There's always gonna
be fighting.

Always was and always is, man.

Nobody's gonna
fuckin' stop it, man.

That's just life.

You can stop it for yourselves.

Well, fuck you, man.
I don't wanna stop nothin'!

Hey, fuck you, you little
stupid fuckin' asshole.

Well, fuck you back, man!

Go tell your fairy tales
to somebody else.

What am I gonna do
with you guys, man?

FROG:
What do you mean, homes?

What the fuck you mean,
what you gonna do, man?

Who the fuck sent you
anyway, homes?

- Hodges.
- Hodges?!

Yeah, he's worried
about you guys, man.

He thinks maybe
you're smart enough

to walk away from this bullshit.

But you're too stupid
to realize it.

What does Hodges know, man? Huh?

Fuck Hodges, man!

Where does Hodges
come from anyway, huh?

See, man, these are
my homeboys, vato.

See, our homie here
is all we have, man.

I love them...

They love me back, man.

Mi barrio es primero, man.

D'you want me
to walk away from this, man?

No way.

Fuck you. No way, man.

[ Bottles clattering ]

I banged.

- But there's more.
- Where, man?

Fuckin' show me, huh?

What's up?
What's goin' down, homes?

Get out of here, Felipe.

[ Scoffs ]
Shit, man.

Get the fuck away, homes.

That's your little
brother, man.

You can stop over there.

♪♪

[ Clears throat ]

I had a nice time.

Thank you.

Hey.

- What?
- Look over here.

Where?

Closer.

What?

Lookin' pretty good.

[ Chuckling ]

I like you, too.

I didn't say that.

Tough guy, huh?

You know, everybody around here
is so tough that...

that doesn't get to me.

What does?

Be nice.

You wanna tell me what
you were thinking?

No. Uh... no!

[ Laughing ]

OK. I'm gonna go then.

No, no, no, no, no.
I'll drive you down.

This is a bad area.

- I'll bring you down.
- Danny, I'm a homegirl.

This is my barrio, remember?

I'm safe.

Now they see me with you,
maybe I'm not.

Good night.

[ Door shuts ]

Come here.

♪♪

[ Gasping ]

She was that good, huh?

Yeah. The biggest tits
I ever saw.

♪♪

This fuckin' paperwork!

Excuse me! Hello? Anyone know
where the valet parking is?

[ Indistinct conversations,
police radio chatter ]

Hey, how do I look? I don't mean
relative to you, of course.

- Looks like they got a lemon.
- It looks like a Pac-Man.

Oh, yeah, gobble them
assholes up.

Hey, hey, ooh. Pac-Man.

That's my street name, homes.

Got a registration
for that thing?

- I'll registrate your ass.
- Take all you bluecoats to try.

Let's go, come on and get
some of this juicy booty.

Juicy booty!

Come on, Pac-Man.
We ain't goin' in that thing.

RADIO: 1-Mary-11, 1-Mary-11,
meet 1-Mary-10...

How'd you get involved?

Shit. Sheriff's got
the best intelligence, man.

We the ones called you in.

Yeah?

I noticed all those
gangbang assholes

drivin' fire extinguishers
off the docks.

I couldn't for the life of me
figure out why

they was so concerned about
puttin' out a fuckin' fire.

So I'm down here checkin'
out the fire extinguishers,

and it goes off in my hands.

They put the coke
in the holes, you know?

So the evidence gets destroyed.

I nearly froze
my fuckin' balls off.

[ Chuckles ]

RADIO: 35-Charlie-22.
212 Collins Street.

2-1-2 Collins Street.

The fire extinguisher's
made in Taiwan,

comes in from Colombia
on a Panama boat.

RADIO: 11-George,
are you ready?

11-Georgia. So, Big Bird,
let's do it to it!

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversation
in Spanish ]

[ Knocking ]

Police officers! We have a
search warrant. Open up!

[ Glass shattering ]

[ Door breaking open ]

Freeze! Stand the fuck up!

Turn around! Keep your
fuckin' hands up!

Stand the fuck up! Turn around!

Get your fuckin' hands
up in the air!

Put 'em behind
your fuckin' head!

Put 'em behind your head!

Fuck! Don't move!

McGAVIN:
OK, we're inside.

What have you got?

I don't know. Check back there.

He's got a gauge.

Doin' some duck huntin',
asshole?

I didn't get his lower half yet.

I'll get it.
[ Door slams open ]

- Got a loose one.
- Look out!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Cuff this fuckin' gorilla.

All right, get him on his
goddamn feet. Now! C'mon!

Help me lift him.
Help me lift him.

♪♪

[ Helicopter whirring ]

[ Chuckling ]

PILOT: Air 11,
code 4. Suspect in custody.

DISPATCHER: Code 4,
suspect in custody. Code 4.

Code 4, suspect in custody,
code 4.

Hey, now, Oso.

Oso means "bear"
in Spanish, huh, Oso?

Simón.

Well, ain't this
a fuckin' bear, Oso?

You know what I
want from you, man?

Five names.

You ain't shit. We'll fuck you.
Send you to county jail.

Or you give us five names,
stand back of court, and walk.

Is that understood?

We ain't talkin' no DA deal now.

OSO:
I don't know anybody, officer.

Search warrant.
Resistin' arrest.

You wanna go for more? You're
messin' with a sheriff now.

If I talk?

Gun clean, you walk,
right here, right now.

Fuck it. Carson Sheriff,
you got Chango, Mosca and Trian.

That's good.
I know those assholes

as well as I know my own.

Now, who take it to the city?
For my friends here.

[ Snaps fingers ]

Who take the coke out the hose?
Who is Smokey the Bear?

A cat named Winky and High Top.

- High Top?
- I'm not lyin', man.

I don't owe them pinche myates
a fuckin' thing!

[ Beep, indistinct
PA chatter]

Let's go. Come on.
You been a good bear, Oso.

You can go hibernate
for a while.

High Top.

I fuckin' had the motherfucker.

Had what? What did we have?
A piece of rock. Big deal.

Did we know he was tied in here?

Oh, hey, what?
Uncle Bob make a mistake?

You wanna go and
second-guess me?

No, I wanna go and bust him.

So what are you gonna do,

pull a fire extinguisher
out of his ass?

Well, I'll plant one there
if I have to...

and then you can pull it out
so you don't have to be

dickin' around in the car
all the time.

[ Bangs ]

♪♪

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Oh, shit!

Get your hands up, punk!
Get your fuckin' hands...

Fuckin' spit it out. Spit
it out, goddammit asshole!

Spit it out!
Spit it out!

You're gonna fuckin' die. You
wanna fuckin' die? Spit it out!

You wanna fuckin' die?
Spit it out!

Spit it out!

Face the wall,
get down on your knees.

On your knees!

Spit it out! Spit it out!
You're gonna fuckin' die.

McGAVIN: Spit it out!

That's enough, McGavin.
That's enough, McGavin. Enough!

My partner doesn't fuckin' care
if you die either.

Fuckin' stand up. Stand up!

Keep your hands
behind your head.

Get down!

[ Retching ]

McGAVIN: Your homeboy here is
gonna fuckin' die, OK?

He's gonna start turnin' blue
and dyin' and shit.

Maybe if somebody gives a fuck,

they'll bring him
to the fuckin' hospital.

Don't fuckin' dance on me, OK?

Enough. McGavin!
That's enough, hotshot.

[ Spraying ]

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

Hold on. Come here. Hey.

What are you doin' here,
Picasso?

Crossin' out the names
of your friends?

Not gonna like that, are they?

Put your hands
on your head. Huh?

You at war with these guys now?

Well, they're not gonna
like that one bit, my friend.

I'll tell you what.

Turn around, White Fence.

Why don't you graffiti
on this mural?

Why don't you do that? Huh?

'Cause they'll kill
your fuckin' ass

and you know that, right, homes?

Now, if I were you, I'd get out
of this neighborhood right away.

Hey.

This is a misdemeanor.

We could take you
to jail for this.

But I got a little plan, maybe
we can work somethin' out.

You ever heard of
Earl Scheib, homes?

[ Spraying ]

That's enough of that shit!

[ Can rattles away ]

What should I have done?
Put masking tape on his ears?

Go on, get outta here.

Fuck you, Pac-Man!

- Here's your lemonade.
- Thank you, darlin'.

So, like I was sayin', man,

everything's goin' all right.
You're doin' a good job.

You down for your crime,
you know what I'm sayin'?

So don't worry
about nothin', man.

Everything's gonna be all right.
You know what I'm sayin'?

Yes.

Pac-Man!

♪♪

Stand up.

I said stand up!

Get your hands behind your head.

Where your friends goin',
dealer man?

You're usin' ten-year-olds
to carry your dope now?

What's this?
You a brain surgeon?

Dr. Feelgood?

Look at this shit.

- Where'd you get this, T?
- My auntie.

Say, man, I'm just
kickin' it here, man.

I'm just chillin' out, man.
What Pac-Man on me for?

[ Pager beeping ]

Keep your hands behind your head
and turn around.

Who do you call when that
new beeper of yours goes off?

Who's the nice man
who calls you?

Huh?

Who's your connection? High Top?

What are you lookin' at, huh?

[ Punch ]

Don't you ever gimme
no hard looks, cuz!

- Come on.
- Hey!

Just for that,
you're goin' to jail, homes.

Goin' to jail?!

[ Grunting ]

But I ain't did nothin'.

McGAVIN: Except become a
professional asshole.

[ Grunting ]

T: Man, these handcuffs
is too tight!

McGAVIN: Yeah, well, they're not
built for comfort, pal.

T: Listen, man, you ain't
got nothin' on me!

McGAVIN: I got handcuffs on you.

Say, man, you ain't got
to grab my hair!

Say man...

Ah, shit! Man,
you ain't got shit on me!

- Shut up!
- Yeah, alright.

[ Indistinct jeering ]

Soon I'll be out
of this motherfucker, man!

All that old punk shit you
doin', that ain't nothin'!

[ Door slams ]

That ain't shit!

Say, man, a fuckin' parole
violation?

Man, I'll be out of this
motherfucker in six months, man.

Shut up.

Say man these handcuffs
are too tight, man.

Hey, hey. Want me to do a little
tap dance on your head? Shut up.

This fuckin' guy...

[ Door slams ]

- What's the matter?
- I'm too old for your shit.

Yeah, well, I'm not gonna
argue with that.

Oh, yeah?

You think you can handle me?
You think I'm over the hill?

You want a fuckin' piece of me?!
Right now, huh?

You think you got the market
cornered?

You think I'm not fuckin' crazy?

Go ahead. Try me.

Try me, you fuck.

What are you talkin' about?

That's what I thought.

Hey, Hodges.

Uncle Bob. I don't have any
problem with you.

Oh, no?

You got problems with the whole
fuckin' world, and I'm in it.

And I don't like it.

Why don't you just chill
out a little bit

and figure out which
side you're on?

I would if I could.

But you're just like them,
Pac-Man.

Nothin' but a gangster.

Now, you've been to my house,
that's where I live.

Any time. Any fuckin' time!

You better bring your lunch.

[ Door slams ]

♪♪

Excuse me, is Señorita Louisa
Gomez inside la casa?

[ Laughing ]

[ Door closes ]

Hey, Pac-Man.

Nice ride, ese.
Check it out, eh?

What do you say, me and you,
let's go for a little cruise?

What you looking for in
your fancy car, homes?

You on duty?

Why don't you guys find
another party?

- The fuck are you doing here?
- Leaving, right?

Do a ghost, Pac-Man.

You don't fuckin' belong
around here, homes.

Yeah, puto.

Come back sometime
on duty, homes

We'll smile and play nice, okay?

Pac-Man.
Where you eh, puto?

Hey, Pac-Man.
You brought your gun, Pac-Man?

Good, you're gonna need it.

Don't leave home without it.

Hey!

This new, ese?

Get away from the car.

Hey, man, shit.

You ever heard of Earl Schieb?

Huh, vato?

Yeah, with a fee, vato.

[ Scraping]

Hey.

Hey, hey, he's with me. Come on!

- What's goin' on, homeboy?
- Hey, homes.

Go home, motherfucker.

You come in our neighborhood,
you fuck our women.

Fuck you, puto.

McGAVIN:
Get in the car!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Who the fuck you think you are?

Let me tell you something,
Danny.

Those guys may be fucked
up, but they have each other.

And what do you have
that's better, huh?

Tell me.

[ Sighing ]

Why do you have to make
everything so impossible? Fuck.

♪♪

- I could love you, Danny.
- I do love you.

What is it that you want?

- You want a family. I--
- [Whispering] I love you.

Is this how you want to live?

Oh, Danny.

What's up?
What can I do for you?

Thanks for comin' by.

Look, I called you
because, uh, Felipe's got...

Felipe got all fucked up
on PCP, homes.

He got whacked on that juice.

But he's straight, homes.
He goes to school.

Now they got him
on this gang file shit

and he ain't banging, homes.

He ain't in no gang.
Barrio don't need him, homes.

Hodges, I'm telling
you this, man.

You gotta get him off the
computer file, homes.

Well, he's gonna have
to go to Juvie Hall anyway.

Might do him some good.
Scare him a little.

Ah, he's scared. He's scared
of what I'm gonna do, homes.

Listen, just get him out
of the gang file, man.

You'll fuck up his life
sure as I live, homes.

I'll talk to him.
I'll talk to him, OK?

Orale! I know
the routine, homes.

I owe you one.

You know, that's what makes
this country great, homes.

- What's that?
- Credit.

You got your Visa card.
I got you, homes.

[ Chuckling ]

Thanks, homes.

- Hey, Frog.
- Yeah.

- 21st Street, right?
- Simón.

Leo Lopez. Homeboy, you
just saved me a trip.

I got a warrant out for you.

Hey, homes, I'm a visitor, man.

- Now you're a guest.
- I'm a fucking visitor.

Turn around.
Assume the position, man!

What'd he do, man?

This clown's got
15 outstanding tickets.

Hey, homes,
I was gonna pay those.

Yeah, well,
you're a little late, partner.

Want me to raise your bail, man?

Nah. I got more time than money.

GANGSTER:
Hey, ese, where you from?

C'mon, honey, let's just
get out of here.

- What?
- Orale.

You heard my homie, ese.
He said where you from, puto.

Hey, look, I don't
play that shit, alright?

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

Hey, fuck you.

Look, why don't you...
[ Stabbing squish, groan ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Indistinct conversations,
police radio chatter ]

[ Doors shutting ]

[ Waves crashing ]

Dreamer.

Let's go.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Good morning, officer.

♪♪

Hey!

Hey!

Watch it!

High Top!

Hey!

[ Groaning,
engine revs ]

Hey, High Top!

[ Door closes ]

[ Tires squealing ]

[ Motorcycle revving
in distance ]

[ Horn honking ]

[ Tires squealing,
horns honking ]

[ Tires squealing,
crashing ]

[ Glass shattering,
screaming ]

[ Screaming ]

Everybody down! Everybody down!

Release the woman, motherfucker!

- Let's go.
- No.

God! Please.

Release the woman!

Give it up, asshole!

[ Door rattling ]

Please!

Release the woman, motherfucker,
or I'll fuckin' shoot!

[ Screaming, crashing ]

[ Crash ]

[ Crashing ]

[ Thud from punch ]

[ Thud from kick ]

[ Thud from punch ]

[ Crashing ]

[ Thud from punch ]

[ Thud from punch ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Sizzling ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Crashing ]

I don't think you'll
like this one.

[ Thud from knee, groan ]

Motherfucker!

[ Thuds from punches, groans ]

Let me see your
fuckin' face, asshole!

[ Thud from punch ]

You're under arrest.

You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up the right to
remain silent, anything you say

can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

You have the right to
speak to an attorney

and have one present
during questioning.

If you so desire and
cannot afford one,

an attorney will be appointed
for you at no cost.

[ "Crumblin' Down" by John
Cougar Mellencamp playing ]

Hey, Bob!

- That was hot shit, cowboy.
- Thank you, man. Thank you.

For an old man.

Well, every dog has his day.

It was my own fault, right?

I mean, I was the asshole
that let him go to begin with.

Hey, wait a minute.

I wanna apologize.

- For what?
- For a whole lotta shit.

Go see a priest,
say an act of contrition,

a couple of Hail Marys. I mean,
I'm not the guy for that.

Hey, you know, if you cut me
half as much slack

as you do the rest
of those assholes,

I might just owe you one.

I have.

You do.

Listen, I spoke to
Melindez at DSD, OK?

I'll be gettin' a new partner
first of the month.

You ever have a bad relationship
with a woman

where you fight all the time,
like, you know, constantly?

Even when you love 'em?

It's like havin' two heads.

One says "red", the other's
sure to say "green".

Well, once you had one
that wasn't like that,

you never go back again.

If you see it's like that,
you leave it.

You don't point a finger
and blame someone.

You just go your separate ways.

OK?

That's it.

Yeah, well,
the apology still goes.

[ "Crumblin' Down"
continues playing ]

That's your ass, High Top!

Bloods don't deal
with Crip dealers.

You Crip! You fuckin'...
[ Punch, groan ]

Fuckin' Crip.
[ Punch ]

[ Thud, groan ]

Hey, Crip!

[ Punching, groaning ]

We're Bloods, motherfucker!

I want a doctor.

Why'd they do you, High Top?
Hmm?

You sellin' bad shit
in the street?

You been hangin' around
those Crips too much, man.

I wanna talk to my lawyer.

Lawyer's not gonna
help you, man.

Give it up. Tell me
somethin' that I don't know.

Shit. Even his homeboys
can't deal with him.

Get his ass outta here, man.

- Get him put in his cell.
- Hold it!

Wanna get out of
the gang module, huh?

Wanna get back in
general population?

You don't... well,
you're one dead motherfucker.

Tell me somethin' I don't know.

You may beat the rap,

but there's all kinds
of justice in this world.

I don't know what you know.

Give me somethin' tasty.

Some of that
nasty cheese of yours, hmm?

It's a cold world, Blood.
No mercy.

Ain't that what
you write on the walls?

Who got Robert Craig?

Rocket. It was Rocket.

- Will you just come out--
- No!

- Why?
- You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What do you want?

Nothing. Just...
go away.

[ Sighs ]

This is stupid.
It stinks back here.

No kidding? Well, thank you.

Will you just tell me
what I did?

They hate you, McGavin.

McGavin? Oh.

You see that badge?

I wear it. That's my job.
That's what I do.

So what do you want?

The other day
you caught this boy

and put paint all over his face?

Well, he's my cousin.

[ Chuckling ]
[ Scoffs ]

Oh, that's funny?

I didn't know you had
such a big family.

I'm sorry. OK?

I'm sorry.

You know what he was doin'?

He was crossing out the names

of East LA gang members
on the wall.

You know what that means
when they do that?

It means they're
gonna kill someone.

So I'm sorry if I sprayed
the kid's face.

Maybe I saved his life that way.

- But I swear...
- I don't care!

That's mean, Danny.
You're sadistic.

I am not with you.

I am with them, Danny.
I'm a homegirl.

Did they threaten you?

No.

No one knows I saw you.

It's you who threaten me, Danny.

You have a mean heart.

[ Door slams shut ]

DISPATCHER: Hollenbeck units.
Vehicle used in a 187.

Dark-blue van. License
1-Frank-9-2-6-David.

1-Frank-9-2-6-David.

- That's Rocket's van, man.
- Well, here we go.

HODGES: 1-CRASH-32,
we're southbound

on Huntington Boulevard,
responding to a 187 van.

At the liquor store,
you go past it, turn right.

PILOT: I have my light
on a dark-blue van

behind the liquor store.

[ Tires squealing ]

[ Sirens blaring,
tires squealing ]

[ Guns cocking ]

Driver, put both hands
out the window.

Both hands!

Keep your right hand
out the window.

Take your left hand...

cross it over your body

and take the keys
out of the ignition.

I wanna see the keys
in your hand.

[ Helicopter whirring ]

OFFICER: Air Two.
I have two units,

code six, on the suspect.

Now, with one hand,
open the right-hand door.

I want it all the way open.

Same hand, open the other door.

Now get your hand back up.

OFFICER: Air Two. We have
two suspects. Male, black.

Passenger...

slowly climb over
the driver's side.

Exit with your hands in the air.

Put your hands in sight
above your head.

Face forward.

[ Helicopter whirring ]

Hey, RJ, these guys
look pretty scary.

You feelin' like a hero?
Cuff 'em up.

This is the van that
ol' Rocket was driving

when he shot up Robert Craig.

- Read 'em their rights.
- What for?

OFFICER: All right,
keep your head still.

OK, move 'em over. That's it.
What you got? Nice and easy now.

- See my flashlight?
- Tell me what you got.

- OK, what do we got here?
- Don't want no surprises.

Don't worry, son.
They got no diseases.

[ Helicopter whirring ]

OFFICER: Air Two. Code four.
Suspects in custody.

How long have you known Rocket?

A year? Ten years?

- About one year, I guess.
- About one year, you guess.

Where does his lady live?

I don't know.

Hey, don't pull
my fuckin' dick, stupid.

I don't. I don't know
where she lives.

OK, look. Somebody
wants to kill Rocket, let's say.

And old fat Willie's gotta let
him know, be a hero to him.

Now, how do you find him?

I don't know.

Oh, man, homes.

[ Metallic thumps ]

We can do this
all fuckin' night.

What is Rocket's
girlfriend's name?

I don't know
his girlfriend's name.

Hey, look.

You're not talkin'
to some fool now.

We're talkin' about
your freedom.

You don't know her.
What's her girlfriend's name?

- What girlfriend?
- Any one. Pick one.

Don't tell me you don't know

the little bitches'
names in the hood.

Big strong boy like you.

Huh?

What's the name of some of
Rocket's girlfriend's friends?

Annie.

Annie what?

I don't know.

OFFICER ON PA:
180, 65. Come to the front desk.

Who else? Don't be
pullin' my fuckin' dick, now.

I'll front you in front
of the homeboys. I will.

I'll just go out there with 'ya,
give you $50,

say "Thanks for
the information, homes."

I'll do it. I've done it before.

[ Sighing ]

Alright. Cheryl Williams.

Okay, I'll be right back. You
keep your fuckin' mouth shut.

Annie, Cheryl Williams.

OFFICER ON PA:
Phone call at the front desk.

1-David-12, you have a
phone call at the front desk.

HODGES: How did he get your van?

How did he get your van?

Hmm?

We know that he used
your van, Lewis.

Now, if you don't wanna
get in trouble...

just tell me how Rocket got it.

I lent it to my brother.

HODGES: And?

Rocket took it from him
at a party.

He just took the van?

My brother was afraid.

He's more afraid
of Rocket than of you?

OFFICER ON PA:
Detective McShaney

has a call in the front office.

Just so we understand ourselves.

We don't want you, man.
We want him.

But they used your van
in a drive-by...

so we're gonna book you
unless you help us out.

[ Laughing ]

Relax, man.
I'm not laughin' at you.

You know what
fat Willie just told me?

What?

You know that foxy little chick

that hangs out with
Cheryl Williams and Annie?

I don't think so.

Yeah, yeah, you know who I mean.

The sexy little thing.
This is wild.

Shit, uh...

Lewis, what the fuck
is the name of that girl?

- Sharon?
- McGAVIN: Right!

Oh, yeah.

McGAVIN:
Right, Sharon, uh...

[ Fingers snapping ]

I don't know.

Robbins?

Robbins. Right.

- Rocket's lady.
- Right, man!

HODGES: Right.

[ Knocking ]

Police! Open up.

- I don't think they heard us.
- Fuck 'em. Let's go.

Talk about gettin' off.

We are going in.
Be careful and be quiet.

[ Dog barking ]

[ Breaking, crash ]

[ Passionate moaning ]

Yes!

[ Passionate moaning
continues ]

Freeze!

That's not-- That's not Rocket.
That's not Rocket.

[ Gunshots, screaming ]

Holy fuck! Stop that shit!

Hey, come on!

Killer-Bee.

Why'd you move, man? Why?

Just reachin'...
for my pants, man.

Yeah.

Just lie still. Don't move, OK?

Hang in there. I'll get you
an ambulance, OK?

Somebody get an ambulance!

Hang in there.

[ Sobbing ]

Motherfucker, you!
Pac-Man, motherfucker, you!

We're gonna get you,
motherfucker!

♪♪

We can get Pac-Man.

- Yeah, you get Pac-Man.
- We gonna let Rocket know.

Sure enough, momma.
We tell Rocket.

[ Guns cocking ]

Yo, Rocket, man!
Check out this uzi.

Definitely tighten up
Pac-Man's shit, homeboy.

[ Guns continue cocking ]

♪♪

T-Bone.

What, you gonna shoot me?
Get outta here, you punk.

I'm not gonna shoot you.

Come on. You gonna shoot me?

Everything's cool, now.
Hey, come on. Let's go.

Fuck that, man!
Fuck that, man! Fuck that!

Get off me, man!
Gimme my rabbit, man.

Calm down.
Calm down, T-Bone.

Tell him to gimme
my rabbit, man. Punk!

What's the matter, you couldn't
get none at home, man?

Get off me, man!

- There's your rabbit, T-Bone.
- Yeah, yeah.

There's your rabbit.

I stuck my T-bones
in your hinds!

- In the hinds, baby.
- Get up, T-Bone.

You don't have to stick my face
in it. Give me my rabbit, man!

You'll get your rabbit.
Got your rabbit.

- Give it!
- Here's your rabbit. Come on.

You're tryin' to take T-Bone
away, baby. I want another one.

You can't take T-Bone away, man.
You can't take the T!

Here, boy, come on now. Come on.

The rabbit's gonna be right
with us here. Come on.

Here's your rabbit.
Here he is, alright?

See that? That's
the part that's next.

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hey, man. Wherever I go,
I represent the set, man.

I am the set.

Kickin' back, illin' with
the homeboys, man.

You know, doin' that crazy shit.

- Right on, T-Bone.
- I love that crazy shit.

Man, be out there,

crashin' motherfuckers
on the floor. Bam, man!

Bust 'em in the head,
stab 'em, whatever.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Robbin' houses,
beatin' up on fools.

You know that. You know that.

Blastin' my enemies.

Go partyin' afterwards.
That's it, man, you know.

Yo, bust this, man,

I go to this freak house,
man, with cuz. I left cuz there.

Man, I come back, the boy's
sleepin' on the floor, man.

Like The Little Rascals.

Word, man.
Boy's sleepin' on the floor.

You know Rocket's
hidin' out, man.

Cops killed the Killer-Bee, man.
Shot that boy down, man!

He's pumpin' his fuel
into Rocket's lady.

The cops came in, bang, bang!

Pumped so much lead in that boy,
turned him into a pencil, man.

Left him on the floor curled up

like a baby with
a big dick, man.

- That's cold, man.
- Word, that's the Pac-Man.

That motherfucker Pac-Man,

we gonna put the bite
on his ass, man.

Yo, man, go get me
some cigarettes.

And a girlie magazine.
Hurry up, man.

MAN: Hey, come on, Frog.
Are you playin' or what?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What about the woman,
Officer Baines?

Was she in the line of fire?

Not to my knowledge.
She wasn't hit.

Your knowledge of
our shooting policy

is the question here,
Officer Baines...

because your judgment
is certainly suspect.

You killed a man, mister...
for reachin' for his pants.

Sir, I thought my life

and the lives of my fellow
officers were in danger.

He appeared to be
going for a weapon.

I do understand that,
Officer Baines.

But what I can't figure out...

is why you didn't take more time
to find out

who was really in that room.

Sir, we thought the 187
murder suspect was in the room.

That's why we were there.

You thought wrong,
Officer Baines.

Man, this is crazy.

They think he shot him.

- It wasn't you, was it?
- No, sir.

What difference does it make?
If they think he did, he did it.

They're not gonna shoot a cop.

- Who told you this?
- I'd rather not say.

I'm not asking you to testify.

I'm not gonna
give up your source.

Leo Lopez. Call him Frog.

He's up in County
on a traffic warrant.

He owed me one, OK?

Look, I believe him.

LEE:
I'm sick of these dumb assholes.

Call Metro. Put the clamps on
until we get 'em to call it off.

- Melindez, you wanna set it up?
- Yeah. Sure.

What we gonna do with him?

Excuse me, sir.

If you wanna take me off
the street, that's your option.

But I don't think we should
let these gangbangers

dictate the way we operate.
I'll be OK.

What do you think?

I'll call Metro
when I get upstairs.

In the meantime, kick back.

Relax, tú sabes?
And be careful.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

[ Door closes ]

I'm back after lunch.

[ Train horn blows
in distance ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

Fuck it, man! They're still
out there, dude, everywhere!

Askin' about the hit on Pac-Man.

- GANGSTER 1: Say what?
- GANGSTER 2: No shit.

Who said?

I was out there, man! I saw 'em
rollin' down the street!

GANGSTER 2:
Bullshit, shit!

- Y'all been talkin'?
- Hell, no!

- Is everybody here?
- No.

T-Bone, cuz. Up in County, man.

Word.

♪♪

Alright. Y'all find out
who that nigger with.

T-Bone say Frog
from 21st Street.

- Let's bust a cap in his ass.
- Get his hide.

We down.

Your brother paid, man.
I got him a job, remember?

Shit! Well,
he shouldn't have paid, homes.

It's his money, man.

I know, but he
shouldn't have paid.

Went up to Miss Mousie's door

Shut up, man!

Gonna get a job and pay

your little brother back now
or what?

I don't know, homes.

Oh, man.
He's into Miss Mousie now, man.

You're gonna have to get
some pussy, you know?

You been in the
slammer too long, eh?

[ Laughing ]

All right!

Party tonight, man. Party!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

Come on, homie. Show us how!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

This is so strong, man.

You wanna have some of this shit
and get high,

then we'll bust some hoes.

Yeah, back in a bit.

[ Coughing ]

Shit.
[ Coughing ]

Good shit, huh?

I feel sorry for the bitch
I'll take home tonight, ese.

[ Gunfire ]

[ Indistinct clamoring ]

DISPATCHER: All units
in the area, shots fired.

1070 Hicks. Ganahl and Hicks.

Roger. 1-CRASH-32, there in one.

PILOT:
Air 12. CRASH-1-32.

We have our light on you.

Are responding to shots
fired, Ganahl and Hicks.

[ Sirens blaring ]

[ Brakes squealing ]

One of you back me up, will you?

I'm goin' with Hodges.

I'm OK. How you doin' tonight?

[ Sirens blaring ]

Bet we got victims up there now.
This place looks all shot up.

♪♪

Turn the music off.

[ Music clicks off ]

Sit him down.

- Did anybody get hit?
- No.

- Anyone hurt?
- No.

What's with your homeboy,
Spanky?

Too many cervezas, homes.

Go sit over here, man.

OFFICER:
What are you on, man?

- Been smokin' some super kools?
- Go sit over there.

See my finger? Follow my finger.

This guy's dusted.

[ Door opening ]

Don't sneak up on me
like that, man.

Come on. Come on out.
Take a seat over here.

♪♪

What?

What's the matter with you,
Pac-Man?

Huh?

What's the matter with you,
man? Hey.

- Hey, Pac-Man!
- Hey.

Hey, Pac-Man! Hey, man.

Fuck you. I know him.

Just relax. Relax, relax.
She's gone.

[ Sobbing ]

MAN: I was watchin' TV...

[ Sobbing ]

- What's your name?
- Mary Castillo.

Castillo?

You think you know
who I am, Danny? Huh? Do you?

Fuck, man. All you see
is what you want,

and you only
want things one way.

Look at me, Danny!

- Look at me!
- Go back up Dennis.

Look at me, Pac-Man!

This is me too, man!

[ Sobbing ]

Why?

Why? Why?

- MAN: Oh, God!
- OFFICER: She's gone.

Why? Why?

I don't know why, man.

[ Sobbing ]

Did you see how many people
were in the car?

I didn't see anything.

MAN: Why?

[ Crickets chirping ]

I saw who it was, man.

It was Rocket,
Dog-Man and Shooter.

- Rocket?
- Fuck the Crips, eh?

They die.

I want in.
Won't take this shit no more.

Es mi barrio.

I want in.

Get off the
fuckin' porch, homes.

Get off the
fuckin' porch, homes.

♪♪

So you wanna jump
the little fucker in, huh?

I don't think he's
tough enough, homes.

I don't think he's got
enough heart, man.

[ Punches connecting ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Thud from punch ]

[ Punching continues ]

[ Kicks connecting ]

[ Crashing ]

[ Thud from punch ]

[ Thud from punch ]

That's two fights, homes.
All right.

All right!

There's no turning back now,
homes.

You fucked up, homes.

You joined the gang.

Es mi barrio, homes.

Mi barrio.

You did good, homes.

You all right?

Good.

GANGSTER: Way to go, homie!

♪♪

Bang. 2-1, homes.

[ Door closes ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Laughing ]

♪♪

LEE: OK, loosen up!

All right, I want all
CRASH units on full alert.

Wear your vests.

Use every precaution.
Arrest 'em on sight.

These streets'll be quiet soon.

There'll be nobody
to bust out there.

All right, let's go to work!

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Buy me a vest.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Door opening ]

All right, homes,
just as we planned.

Stupid fucks.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Indistinct commotion ]

Grenades!

[ Gunfire ]

[ Explosions ]

[ Gunfire ]

[ Gunfire,
glass shatters ]

[ Gunfire ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Tires screeching ]

♪♪

[ Dog howling ]

♪♪

Fuckin' Looney Tunes, eh?

He's fuckin' Rambo, ese.

Rambo didn't die, homes.

Fuck that, man.
Cos I'm a fuckin' Rambo, homes!

See, I go, man.
I'll go just like Larry.

Fuck! Fucking vato
psycho loco, homes.

[ Coughing ]

When I die, homes,
I wanna go just like that, man.

Die?

You ain't never
gonna die, homes.

Come here.

[ Dog howling ]

When I die, homes...

I'm gonna die like that.

Con mi ruca, homes.

Relax, homie.

You did good.

Te aventaste, homes.

You got big balls,
little brother.

[ Helicopter whirring ]

[ Sirens blaring ]

Police!

What do you want, eh?

Everybody stand up! Put your
hands on top of your head!

- Get your hands up now!
- Drop that shotgun!

PILOT: Air Two.
I have 20 suspects

with automatic rifles,
shotguns and handguns.

I repeat. This is Air Two.
I have 20 suspects...

with automatic rifles,
shotguns and handguns.

Put your hands behind your head!

Get down on your knees!
Down on your knees.

Down on your knees!

Been lookin' for you, Frog.

Are we gonna have
a rapport, Hodges?

- Who'd you tell, homes?
- Huh?

- Who'd you tell, homes?
- Nobody.

You're a fuckin' liar.

I go and do a favor
for your lousy partner.

[ Helicopter whirring ]

Get that cigarette
out of your mouth. Get up!

- This guy's got a gun, man.
- Gimme another set of cuffs.

Get down. Get down! Get down.

- Hey, turn the fuck around.
- No future in it, vato!

[ Gunshot ]

Oh, shit!

[ Gunfire ]

PILOT: Air Two
requesting four additional units

for shots fired.

Oh, God. Oh.

Officer down! Call an RA unit!

DISPATCHER:
Officer requesting backup.

Four units. 20 suspects. Armed.

McGAVIN
Jesus fucking Christ, man!

It's OK.

It's just...
I can't feel my legs.

OK. It's OK.

I just-- I just wanna
lay here for a minute.

- Stay calm. Stay calm.
- Just call my wife.

OK. Somebody get an ambulance!

Have somebody call my wife
and tell her to come get me.

Go get my w... Get my wife.

OK. I just wanna
rest my head a minute.

I gotta catch my breath.
I'm gonna catch my breath.

- OK.
- HODGES: OK.

I'm gonna catch my breath.
Gonna catch my breath.

Catch my breath.

OK. Now, after
just a little rest I...

I'll be ready to roll
in a minute.

- My wife...
- Stay calm. Stay calm.

HODGES: OK.

Gotta catch my breath.

[ Panting ]

[ Stuttering ]

Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

[ Stuttering ]

Let me catch my breath.
Where's my wife?

[ Stuttering ]

OK, I'll be ready to roll
in a minute. OK.

It's all right. Call my wife.

[ Gasping, stuttering ]

- Catch my breath.
- McGAVIN: Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe.

Bob, breathe. Breathe!

[ Sobbing ]

PILOT: Air Two.
We have a possible 187.

[ Screaming ]

[ Indistinct pilot chatter ]

♪♪

[ McGavin's scream echoing ]

So you know, I keep my backup
on my inside left ankle.

If we ever get into
any hostage situation,

I call you by my name...

- OFFICER: Hey, hey...
- you drop the...

you ain't even got to worry

about no hostage
situation, partner...

cos now, see, you got yourself
a bad, black, kick-ass,

rock-and-roll type
cop for a sidekick.

What's this, man?
Looks like we got us a deal.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Metallic bang ]

They toss it?

[ Panting ]

You're all fired up, man.

Let me tell you somethin'
about workin' the ghetto.

Hey, hey, I grew up in this
goddamn neighborhood, okay?

I don't need no lecture
from no white cop

about how to get on down here.

Hey, c'mon man, what you
gettin' all moody for?

All I'm sayin's that I grew
up 'round here.

I know what the fuck
I'm doin', alright?

Just shut up, all right? Listen.

[ Ice cream truck
chimes in distance ]

These two, uh, bulls...

and they're standin'
on top of a mountain.

And, uh... um...

they're lookin' down
at a bunch of cows.

And then, uh, the older one
says to the younger one...

No! The younger one...
The younger one says...

"Hey, Pop."

"What do you say we run down

and fuck one of them cows?"
And, uh...

And then the
older one says "No, son."

"Let's walk down
and fuck 'em all."

[ Laughing ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Door closes ]

[ "Colors" by Ice-T playing ]

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors ♪

♪ I am a nightmare walkin'
Psychopath talkin' ♪

♪ King of my jungle
Just a gangster stalkin' ♪

♪ Livin' life like a firecracker
Quick is my fuse ♪

♪ Vendettas of death
back the colors I choose ♪

♪ Red or blue, Cuz or Blood
It just don't matter ♪

♪ Sucker, dive for your life
When my shotgun scatters ♪

♪ Colors
The gangs of LA will never die ♪

♪ Just multiply
Colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors ♪

♪ You don't know me, fool ♪

♪ You disown me, cool ♪

♪ I don't need your assistance
Social persistence ♪

♪ Any problem I got
I just put my fist in ♪

♪ My life is violent
But violent is life ♪

♪ Peace is a dream
Reality is a knife ♪

♪ My color's my honor
My color's my all ♪

♪ With my colors upon me
One soldier stands tall ♪

♪ Tell me, what have you
left me? What have I got? ♪

♪ Last night in cold blood
My young brother got shot ♪

♪ My homeboy got jacked
My mother's on crack ♪

♪ My sister can't work
Cos her arms show tracks ♪

♪ Madness, insanity
Livin' profanity ♪

♪ Then some punk claimin'
They understandin' me? ♪

♪ Gimme a break
What world do you live in? ♪

♪ Death is my set
Guess my religion ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ My pants are saggin'
Braided hair ♪

♪ Suckers stare
But I don't care ♪

♪ My game ain't knowledge
My game's fear ♪

♪ I've no remorse
So squares beware ♪

♪ But my true mission
Is just revenge ♪

♪ You ain't in my set
You ain't my friend ♪

♪ Wear the wrong color
Your life could end ♪

♪ Homicide's my favorite binge
Colors ♪

♪ Colors, co-colors,
colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, co-co-colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, co-co-co-colors ♪

♪ Colors, co-co-co-colors ♪

♪ Colors, co-co-co-colors ♪

♪ Colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors ♪

♪ So I just walk like a giant
Police defiant ♪

♪ You'll say to stop
But I'll say that I can't ♪

♪ My gang's my family
It's all that I have ♪

♪ I'm a star
On the wall's my autograph ♪

♪ You don't like it so
You know where you can go ♪

♪ Cos the streets are my stage
And terror's my show ♪

♪ Psychoanalyze, try
Diagnose me, why? ♪

♪ It wasn't your brother
Who brutally died ♪

♪ But it was mine
So let me define ♪

♪ My territory
Don't cross the line ♪

♪ Don't try to act crazy
Cos that shit don't faze me ♪

♪ If you ran like a punk
It wouldn't amaze me ♪

♪ Cos my color's death
Though we all want peace ♪

♪ But our war won't end
Till all wars cease ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

♪ Colors, colors, colors ♪

Colors, colors, colors

[ Roaring ]