Crown Vic (2019) - full transcript

Follows one memorable night in the life of LAPD officer Ray Mandel while hunting two cop killers on the loose.

211 in progress. Union Trust

Bank, 275 Valley Avenue.

Shots fired, shots fired,

all units code three.

LAPD! Throw down your weapons!

Get down! Get down!

Shots fired.

All officers in the vicinity

officers need assistance.

All units, 211 at Union Trust

Bank, Valley Avenue, Code ten.

Officer down, fifteen...

Repeat, we are under

fire! Officers need help!

Suspect vehicle is a green Ford!

Partial plate

two-one-apple-baker!

Confirm on that Fifteen...

I have an officer down

at Union Trust Bank...

Suspect Vehicle fleeing

North on Valley Avenue!

Shots fired and an officer down.

Roger.

Supervisor en route, be advised.

Officer down.

Fifteen, can you confirm?

Fifty-two responding.

Seventeen responding.

Advise County Sheriff...

Copy, code three.

Please clear the air, over.

20-L-14, Mandel in

service, please deploy me.

Roger that, 14.

Hey, sarge, anybody up

there got eyes on the boot?

Name's Holland,

just transferred in.

That's a negative, 14.

Be advised he was last seen

puking his guts out in the john.

Hey, anybody here named Holland?

Nick Holland.

Who, me?

Depends, are you Nick Holland?

Yes, sir. Nick

Holland, that's me.

Then yeah, I'm talking to you.

You my FTO?

I ain't your fucking

valet sweetheart.

You muster, you get

your ass down motor pool

for your patrol assignment.

Load up the shop, log on,

gas up, check for TC damage.

Any of this ring a bell?

Yes sir, I'm sorry sir.

I thought I was supposed

to come over here.

I can literally feel

myself gettin' older

just listening to this shit.

You gonna get in or

you planning on running

along side the car all night?

Yeah, right. Sorry.

War bag goes in

the trunk, genius.

Shit.

Hey.

Trunk ain't gonna close itself.

Sorry, you know,

first night, right?

Plus this uniform doesn't..

Doesn't fit quite right.

Ray Mandel.

Nick Holland.

Are you feeling okay?

Yeah. Yeah?

Yeah, what do you mean?

Desk Sergeant said you shot

your lunch all over the head.

Oh, don't worry, I'm sure

they have video online

by the end of tour.

You might have bought

yourself a new nickname.

I do that when I get nervous.

I just don't want

to screw up, sir.

Hey, don't sweat it.

They dick around with

all the new guys.

Piece of advice though,

anybody offers you anything

to drink, throw it out.

What about your

flak, you wearin' it?

Yeah, they told us in roll call.

Like an all units or

something. Hollenbeck, right?

Bank in El Sereno,

yeah, copy that.

Two man show.

They had AR15's, Benelli

pumps, high capacity loaders,

the whole fuckin' deal.

They had police scanner's

goin' the whole time.

It was a total ambush play.

Wow.

Right?

I guess that's the

deal though, right?

What's the deal?

That, this.

You know, you roll up on a

211, a bank, a liquor store,

shit could go somewhere,

shit could go nowhere.

You make it home or you don't.

You roll the dice

and see what happens.

Just roll the dice.

Your 38 seconds on the

job teach you that?

My old man.

Anyway, that drill that

shit into your head

your first day in the academy.

What's that, Elysian Park?

Civic Center.

Yeah, 28 weeks.

I got three years before this.

Municipal detail, OPD.

One thing you got to

remember, man.

You're out on patrol,

there's the world inside

this squad car, then there's

everything else outside of it.

You see?

The only thing keeping

you from what's out there

is a couple thin pieces

of metal and glass.

You got to respect it.

Your equipment too. I mean,

always respect your equipment.

Say it.

You want me to

say that out loud?

I'm serious, man. Come

on you do a rover check,

check your batteries, check

your vest, all your gear,

your piece. What do they

got you guys carrying?

Sig 226, 16 round capacity,

got these new V

crown carbon points.

Can I see it?

Sure, yeah.

What the fuck are you doing?

Didn't anybody teach

you firearm control?

Put the fucking thing away.

Jesus.

And keep it clean, okay?

You got to pull it, God forbid,

you don't want a misfire

because you wore it out

at the range and never

cleaned out the residue,

which believe me,

fucking happens.

Say it.

Always respect your equipment.

Good newbie.

You might make it

out of the garage.

This is America, motherfucker.

Hey, what's happening?

Let me out, bitch!

Keep your eyes up tonight

it's gonna be a barnburner.

That's why they pay us

the big bucks, right?

Hey, sir. Nick Holland.

What are you my

fucking bartender?

What?

Then why would I give a shit

what your fucking name is?

Geez.

Whole department's on alert

and they got you breaking

in this fucking transfer cherry?

Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up.

Fuck you!

Hey, that thing you

wanted me to look into,

I got to talk to you

later. All right?

By the way, VanZandt's on the

prowl tonight on your zone.

My favorite guy.

Hey, I'm just the messenger.

Let me get dazed and

confused up to booking

and I'll check you later

all right? Be safe.

Nick Holland.

Nick Sr., that's your dad?

Sergeant outta

Hollenbeck now, right?

Used to be, yeah.

They kicked him upstairs,

he's out of Compstat now.

Made Lieutenant.

Hmm, big fucking shoes.

You walk into a room,

your name comes in

two steps ahead of ya.

Yeah, cops got opinions.

They ain't shy about 'em.

So that don't bother you, Nick?

What you were saying, that

roll the dice bullshit?

If I answer wrong, sir, does

it get checked off somewhere

and end up in my training

file or something?

You're way

overthinking this, kid.

10-37 intersection of 8th...

I do know when I

get nervous, I talk.

And vomit.

Any available

unit please code two.

Yeah roger that

Olympic, 14 en route.

I just wanna know.

I don't know, I guess

if it bothered me,

I should be selling shoes

or something, you know?

Hey, give yourself 20 years,

you might feel different.

10-37, that's a..

Suspicious vehicle.

Right, I was thinking 10-97.

Prison break?

Yeah, I guess.

Which would be odd.

Didn't use these codes much

in my last detail, that's all.

Pretty soon you'll be

hearin' 'em in your sleep.

When you do sleep anyway.

Jesus, hang on.

Jesus, what the fuck was that?

Somebody threw that shit at us?

Hey! Kid!

Fuck.

20-L-14. I am in pursuit,

suspect is on foot.

Corner of Crenshaw and Vermont.

14, do you need assistance?

That's a negative.

You doin' okay? You

feelin' all right?

You're not gonna puke

again or anything, are ya?

Go.

All right, I'm gonna

go get this guy.

Hands! Show me your hands!

You little piece of shit.

You throw this at my

fuckin' squad car?

I didn't throw that

shit, man, fuck you.

What, you turn on a TV, you

think it's take a free shot

at a cop night, asshole?

Turn around. Give me your hands.

Where the fuck I'm gonna

get a brick anyway?

20-L-14, 504 in custody.

Look at that.

You're two minutes out, you

already caught your first caper.

Shit.

Way this shakes out is you

get me for two DP's, okay?

That's 28 days each. Then

they kick ya to someone else.

Look, anything you've

never done before,

I'll do it first,

then you, okay?

So, first traffic

stop, first report,

first field interview, just

pay attention, watch what I do.

Okay.

And don't fuck up.

You can fuck up once.

Fuck up a second time,

you go back to Oakland.

Most of what we deal with out

here is pretty fucking simple.

You got drunk in public,

complaints, quality of life shit

but there's also a lot of

things you can't predict,

which means you stay alert.

Always be thinking

tactically, okay?

'Cause everything you do

and every place you go

is a potential situation.

Olympic's what we

call a heavy division.

It ain't the 77th

where pretty much

everybody walkin'

around's got a warrant

but we still get our share.

20-L-14, please confirm

on suspicious vehicle.

We have multiple units

in vicinity if necessary.

Yeah, 14 en route.

Keep your shirt on

for Christ's sake.

This is us here?

Yup.

Western Bureau.

Basic patrol zone is

everything from Pico to 5th.

Koreatown all the

way to Boyle Heights.

So, you wanna build

a routine, okay?

You patrol at night, you

find out who's got business

being out late and who don't.

Be nosy. Somebody looks

guilty, you watch 'em.

They look innocent,

watch 'em closer.

What do you think, that

look suspicious to you?

Just like Elysian Park, okay?

You get out, you stay

behind your door,

if it's all clear, you come out.

I got left, you got right.

Yeah, I know the drill.

Clear.

Yeah, clear.

Son of a bitch.

What?

That's an hour of

paperwork right there.

You got property loss,

you got fuckin' fire,

you got one for the hook,

another for the insurance.

20-L-14, I'm gonna need fire

unit and a wrecker on that...

Hey, everything okay?

Roger that, 14.

Yeah, yeah.

No honey, I know.

I will, okay?

All right, I love you too, bye.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

You need some more time?

No, no, I'm good.

Why don't you go get the fire

extinguisher and some flares?

Okay, got ya.

Here you go.

Is she checkin' up on ya?

Yeah, it's the first night,

you know, she likes to worry.

Yeah?

Is that wife or girlfriend?

Wife. Two years.

That's optimistic of ya.

Any kids?

I got one on the way,

she's due in two weeks.

What do you mean, optimistic?

You're the second cop

whose told me that.

Ah, it's a numbers thing

kid. Math is fuckin' brutal.

Oh, shit.

What?

Son of a bitch.

There's somebody in there.

They let you do that?

What? These?

Yeah. City property, right?

Fuck that.

A man's on patrol,

he needs something.

Coffee, smoke, whatever.

Keeps him sharp. Keeps

his blood pumping.

Mark my words, next

thing they tell ya,

no coffee in your

black and white.

Can't trust a man with no vices.

My old man used

to say bad habits

were the only thing

keeping sane men

from going off the deep end.

You know? Like an oiler

doesn't feed the beast

he'd end up in a clock tower

with an AR15 or something.

Is that your first?

My what?

First DOA. First

corpse on the job.

Oh. Yeah.

Bad way to break

your cherry, Jesus.

20-L-14 are you with traffic

homicide? 14 please advise.

They go on like this all night?

All night, every night.

It's like living next to

the airport, you know,

after awhile you

don't even notice it.

Give her a 10-8, will ya?

10-8?

Car number and the 10 code.

Right. 20-L-14, 10-8

back in service.

Roger that, 14.

My first assignment,

I was in a drunk wagon

out of North Hollywood.

It wasn't uncommon we'd

make 15, 20 arrests a night.

We'd see these traffic

fatalities? Jesus.

Think about it, right?

You're just some

guy. You got a life.

You got a friends,

a family, a job.

A drunk, some doped up

asshole comes swingin' across

the median, blink of an eye,

all gone, erased.

Only thing that really

mattered your whole life

was the moment the front

of that car opened up

and swallowed you whole.

So, what you're saying,

life, everything we do,

none of that shit

means anything?

Hey, life goes on, right?

People think they die they

leave behind some gaping hole

in the universe or

something. That's bullshit.

Life keeps going, man.

The world keeps

spinnin' without you.

That's a dark fuckin' way

to look at the world, man.

The world was dark

when I got here.

I just see it the way it is.

So how long have

you been an FTO?

Like two hours.

What?

Really?

I'm your first trainee?

Hey, I rode patrol 25 years.

First eight in North

Hollywood, seven years Rampart,

last 10 they call it Olympic.

So why'd you switch?

Wasn't my call.

Wow, okay.

Wait, so what did you do?

Did you fuck up or something?

It's complicated.

Meaning what?

Meaning, it's

fucking complicated.

Just like every other

fucking thing on this job.

2-11 in progress, 446 Hamilton.

Lower canyon north of Kittredge.

Shots fired, shots fired.

Officers need assistance.

Be advised suspects and suspects

vehicle match description

of officer involved Union

Trust Bank shooting.

- Any units in the vicinity.

- Hey, easy.

Code three.

It's not in our zone.

Sounds like they're making

their way toward La Cienega.

Yeah, these guys are out

lookin' for targets now.

Anything in a black and white.

These guys are dead stick men.

Nothin' to lose.

Shine your light in

this back window here.

One hell of a parking job.

Jesus.

Miss.

Driver.

Do you wanna turn the music off?

Off.

Turn off the ignition ma'am.

Why don't ya take the key out

and throw it on the

dash there for me.

You realize you're parked

up on the curb here, ma'am.

Oh...

Are you hurt?

No, no, no...

Just takin' a little nap?

I, yeah, I was just re...

Miss, have you had

anything to drink tonight?

No, what?

No, I just, I'm just tryin...

My apartment is back there.

Step outside the car, please.

Why? Driver.

No, I said I wasn't drinking.

Step outside the vehicle.

I specifically said... Come on.

Why? Why!

Let go of the door.

Fine.

Fuck.

Come on out.

Yes, sir.

I am coming.

Thank you.

I was just coming for...

Take it easy.

Take it easy, take it easy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- No, you don't understand.

- Come on over here.

I... here's my problem.

Here's my problem.

Yeah, what's your problem?

See if you can get her ID out

of there for me, will you?

I am going through

a divorce right now.

It's not my divorce,

my boyfriend is going

through a divorce.

He said, - Hey, Ray?

That his lawyer

said that we can't...

Check it out.

Hey that's mine. My

dad gave that to me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where you going?

There you go, step right here.

I'm fine.

Thank you.

I'm fine, thank you.

You wouldn't happen to have

a concealed carry permit

for this, would you, ma'am?

- What, a concealer... what?

- Yeah, didn't think so.

Miss.

Miss, what?

How much have you

had to drink tonight?

Fucking nothing.

I keep telling you,

Jesus fucking Christ.

I'm fine.

Maybe I've had, like, one drink.

No! No!

Stop it! Stop it!! Help!! Help!!

Grabe her feet will ya?

- Ma'am stop resisting!

- Why are you doing this?

Fuck you! Fuck you!

God damn it.

- Hey!

- Fuck you!

Do not fucking kick me. Hey!

You're lookin' at a

misdemeanor right now.

You keep it up, it's gonna be

a felony, you understand me?

Fuck you!

Calm the fuck down!

- No, no!

- Jesus Christ she's strong.

Fuck you!

Never underestimate them

overprivileged chicks

from the Valley.

It's all that yoga.

Keeps 'em in shape.

I'm gonna fucking sue you all

You don't fucking know me!

20-L-14, I'm gonna need

a hook on that 502.

6th and Ardmore.

Roger that, 14. 11-85 en route.

Please, please! Please

just let me go home!

Fuck you!

Don't fucking laugh

you fucking pig.

Hey you had your chance,

all right? Just shut up.

Fuck you!

You can't fucking do this to me.

I am from fucking Newport Beach!

Please!

Holy shit!

Yeah, let me know how

that works out for ya.

I'll fuck you.

I swear to God,

I'll fuck you both.

I'll suck your dicks right now.

I swear.

I swear.

Oh.

Oh, oh fuck.

Oh, God.

No, no, oh no.

Oh no, fuck.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, it's so bad.

I can't...

Want a hot dog?

I'm gonna throw up.

So, you got a picture?

Of what?

Your wife.

Oh yeah, I do.

There she is.

Huh, nice.

How long you guys

known each other?

Since we were kids.

High school.

Can you trust her?

Hey, I'm serious, man.

Can you trust her?

What kind of question is that?

It's a legitimate one.

I married her, didn't I?

What, that's funny?

Hey, just 'cause

you love somebody

don't automatically

mean you can trust 'em.

I've loved girls I

wouldn't trust any further

than I can throw 'em.

I can trust her.

Yeah? She keeps texting

ya how do you know

it ain't 'cause she got

some other guy in her mouth?

Wants to make sure

you don't come walking

through the door any time soon.

Hey man, fuck you. That's my

wife you're talkin' about.

So what? You think that means

you can let your guard down?

You think that ring

goes around her finger

all the sudden this force

field goes up around her

suddenly she's impervious

to outside dick?

You just wanna fucking

stop talking about my wife?

I'm just sayin', you've known

each other since high school.

You don't think she's

the least bit curious

what some other guy tastes like?

You don't know, do ya?

Nobody knows anybody,

not like that.

You got a fucked up way

of looking at things, man.

Only person you really know

is yourself. If you're lucky.

A strong arm robbery

just occurred

near intersection of West 11th

and South Alvarado Street.

Suspect is a hispanic

male, 5'10", medium build,

white tank top,

blue sweat pants.

Last seen heading North bound

on Alvarado Street on foot.

Go time, that's us.

14 responding.

All right, we're on

Westlake right now,

we can cut over at Olympic,

try to cut him off.

Dispatch tells you

where it went down,

which way he was headed, right?

The idea is you want

to contain him. Okay?

We respond to a hot

prowl like this,

you want to go lights off.

When we see this guy, we

get him out in the open,

you be ready, okay?

Mm-hm.

And watch his

hands, I'm serious.

You Watch his fucking hands.

This guy reaches,

does anything funny...

His hands, I got it.

Ray.

Ray, Ray, Ray!

- Here we go.

- LAPD! Stop!

Get on the ground!

20-L-14 foot

pursuit, Southbound...

LAPD, stop!

Get down on the ground!

Hey!

Get down on the fucking ground!

Spread your legs apart, now!

Hey, hey!

Don't you fuckin' bite me!

Hey! Hey!

Jesus Christ.

Aw Christ...

Wrenched my knee a little

gettin' out of the fuckin' car.

You got anymore?

Anymore in there?

You get it all out?

I'm gonna pat you down.

You speak English?

Fuck you!

You all right? Did he get ya?

Fuckin' caught an

elbow off of him

when I had him on the ground.

Rung my bell a second.

What's in here?

I'm gonna reach in your pockets,

is anything in there

gonna stick me?

Red stick, needles,

anything like that?

You got your gloves

on, reach in there

see what else he's got.

Fuck you! Fuck you, cabron.

You hear me, motherfucker?

Fuck you!

He says fuck you. You know,

in case you didn't hear him.

All right, thank you.

I don't think I

could do it, man.

What's that?

25 years in a black and white.

No offense, I just don't

think I could do it.

Same thing, night in, night out.

Same wheel, same dashboard,

same thing out the window,

same damn patrol, every night.

Hey, hey, man.

You kiddin' me, I

fuckin' love it in here.

This car is home.

Last 25 years, I've

spent a third of my life

in one of these.

Anything I got goin' on,

any bad shit I got

happenin' outside this car

disappears the second

I close that door.

I just don't think

it's for me, you know?

I think I get enough

time under my belt,

I'm gonna move into central.

TAC unit.

Right?

Yeah, how'd you know?

'Cause you're 29.

Fuckin' heavy

artillery, the armor,

and those super cool

balaclavas things they wear...

The whole thing

gives ya half a chub.

I just wanna make my own

name, you know, that's all.

Sure.

And you figure a shooter's nest

with a .50 cal

full of high points

is the way to do it, right?

I don't know, maybe.

The old man must have

cast a hell of a shadow.

14, you copy?

I've got two brothers

on the job too.

One's a cop up in West Valley,

the other one's an investigator

in the D.A.'s office

in Sacramento.

Somebody asked me one

time, is it in the blood?

I told 'em we were all too

fucked up to do anything else.

Hey, they oughta put that

on a recruiting poster.

Ray it's Don. Go to

channel eight for me.

Yeah, Don, go ahead.

I did that welfare check you

wanted on Jim Peters' wife.

It's bad man.

She's back on that shit again.

Been in and out of

some kind of program.

Looked like the state

was gonna take the kid,

so she put her with someone

she used to work with.

Girl eventually took off.

No one's seen her

in at least a month.

Ray, you there?

Yeah.

Do me a favor Don.

Have a black and white

go pick up the mother

and let me know

when they got her.

You got it, man.

What was that all about?

Nothing.

Why'd he do that off

the open channel?

When you need to know

somethin', I'll tell ya.

All right?

There he is.

Saw you over here,

didn't realize you were

back out on the street.

Jack.

Ray Mandel. Back in the saddle.

LA can sleep easy, right?

Is that Stroke?

What's up, Ray-Ray?

What, are you guys jerkin' each

other off in there or what?

Yeah, look at that.

What, they got you breakin'

in a cherry tonight?

What's up, you little

rookie fuckwad?

Hey don't be fucking'

lookin' at me, boot!

Eyes on the dash.

You little fucking bitch.

I'm just fuckin' with

ya, kid. God damn!

Boot can't take a joke?

What's your name?

It's Nick.

Sorry, sorry. What's your name?

Nick.

I can't hear you!

Yo.

You guys hear about this

Hollenbeck and Kittredge shit?

Yeah. Huh?

Woo!

Them boys are serious.

I would give my

left God damned nut,

those mother fuckers

end up in Olympic.

My dick gets hard just

thinkin' about it.

Hit me.

Hey, junior, did Ray here

tell you what happened to him?

Why he ended up riding

a desk for two months?

That's all right.

No, he didn't.

Good story.

You know that Gas 'n

Sip over on West 3rd?

Come on, Jack.

Ray and Jim Peters walk in

on three Smokes stickin'

the place up.

Fucking Peters, man, he

just starts throwin' shots.

Doesn't even identify

himself, just starts shootin'.

Fucking misses everything.

And don't get me wrong,

I fuckin' loved Peters,

but even you got to admit,

he was jumpy as fuck.

Anyway, Smokes return fire,

Ray takes two of 'em out,

drops 'em.

One of 'em sneaks out the back

but one of 'em goin'

down's got a shotgun.

Right. Thing goes off...

Practically takes Peters'

God damned head off.

You could see his... you

could see his sinuses.

It was grotesque.

Anyway, rest of the

scatter finds it's way

into Ray's side, right?

He fuckin' somehow manages

to fall out of there.

Bleeding everywhere and shit.

Well, here comes the Smoke.

Yeah, the one that

jumped out the back.

He remembers that his

ride's up by the pump,

comes around, Ray

lines him up, boom.

End of God damn story.

Jesus.

Get's better every

time you tell it, Jack.

Yes, play that, yes.

Hey, you see that shit?

Huh?

We grabbed up this little

junkie last week, right?

Little motherfucker resisted.

Can you believe that shit?

Five foot seven

and 130 pounds max,

fuckin' scratches

me, draws blood.

All kinds of horrible

shit I coulda caught.

Fuckin' TB, fuckin' AIDS.

Did he have anything?

No.

But that's not

the fucking point.

The point is, he

coulda fuckin' had it

and I coulda fuckin' caught it.

Little motherfucker

got kicked last night.

We're out here lookin' for him.

I'm gonna beat that little fuck

within an inch of his life.

I can't... I can't fucking wait.

I'm gonna knock his fuckin'

teeth out, haul him in,

he's gonna have every fuckin'

scumbag in holding waiting

to skull fuck his

little faggot ass.

Don't forget.

What?

What the fuck is that?

Gonna do a little work

with this beauty

tonight too, you know?

Mm-hm, crazy shit, man.

Everything's on

the table tonight.

Full on jailbreak.

Jack. Come on, man.

You sure that's a good idea?

I think it's a great

fuckin' idea, Ray.

In fact, I've been power liftin'

like a mother fucker all day.

310 pounds, 10 sets,

10 reps, power cleans,

dead lift, bench press, just

like the pro ball players.

Got a guy there put me

on a God damn program.

And look at this.

Look at this shit.

Full tanning bed, full body

wax, ladies love that shit

and I got five in my

stable, five nights a week

and they like it long

and fuckin' strong.

Fuck, I'm a sculpted

piece of fuckin' iron.

Yo, boot, you know this dude

was in Afghanistan, right?

Ah, don't start with that.

Nah man, this dude, four years.

Armored cavalry.

That shit's no joke.

Yeah, yeah I bet.

It's no different

than this, really.

I mean, maybe in

scope, you know?

But you're out here rollin'

these streets, these nights?

It's just like Kandahar,

fucking Ghazni.

I'm tellin' ya, man,

it's a war out here.

It's a fuckin' powder keg

and that wick is

just fuckin' burning.

Ssss.

It's gonna be a full

God damn battle zone.

It's gonna be tanks in the

streets that thing goes boom.

It's gonna be us against them.

Gonna be fuckin' beautiful.

Anyway, upshot is, I'm in

your patrol zone tonight.

So, I thought I'd

give you a heads up.

Ray.

Rook.

Hey, Rook!

Try and keep your dick dry.

Jesus Christ, was

that guy for real?

That was Jack VanZandt.

Every year he gets a

little more like that.

He's a total speed freak.

He's all 'roided out too.

That is a bad combination.

Some of the guys think

we oughta start a pool

on exactly how he's

gonna off himself.

20-L-14...

I'm thinkin', pew.

Please proceed to 226

Elmhurst for a notification.

What are ya kiddin' me?

What about traffic homicide?

Negative 14, detectives

still on scene.

Shit.

He was local.

Who?

That burnt up piece of

meat back on South Vermont.

The guy in the car.

14, please acknowledge.

14 en route.

Yeah, I was hopin' he lived

somewhere outside our zone.

Why's that?

Because now, we get to go

notify his next of kin.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Hey, is what VanZandt said about

the convenience

store thing true?

The way it went down, I mean.

I Don't know.

Kinda.

I did drop the two

guys in the store

but I didn't know what the

fuck I was shooting at.

The guy outside,

he was pure luck.

I wiped my eyes

coming out the door,

didn't realize I had

blood all over my hands.

I couldn't see shit.

True enough, what happened

to Jim Peters though.

You guys ride together long?

10 years.

Damn.

You know, you're in a

squad car with somebody

that long, you get close.

Or you wanna murder

'em in their sleep.

Or both.

So, you becoming an FTO,

that have something to do

with the convenience store?

Yeah.

I guess.

I don't get it.

A squad's kinda

like a pack, right?

Bunch of alphas.

And so, one of 'em

starts limping,

the rest of the

pack kills it off.

Nobody says nothin' 'bout it.

You see 'em in the squad

it's just like it always was

but they know it.

They can smell it on you.

You're damaged goods.

Why didn't you just put

in your papers, man?

You know, take a full

medical plus 25 years,

you woulda been set.

I dunno.

What else am I gonna do?

You see guys leave the job,

they don't know what the

fuck to do with themselves.

You know?

One day you're a fucking

king out here and the next,

you're just another guy.

20-L-14, this is Olympic-9,

we have your suspect here.

One, Tracy Peters. We've

got her at 5th and Normandy

if you want to connect, over.

Yeah, 14, en route.

En route.

I actually grew up

right around here.

MacArthur park?

Yep, right over there

between Grand and Ocean.

Shit.

When I was a kid you

could still walk around

anywhere back then.

You had the old theater

over there on Alvarado.

You got the lake on the

other side of 7th over there.

Man, you know, they

drained that lake in '87

they found ten guns.

They drained it again 15

years later, they found 300.

Makes you wonder.

So your old man's LAPD, what'd

you end up in Oakland for?

My parents split

up when I was 10.

My mom's family was from

Oakland, so we ended up there.

Then I got back down

here four years ago,

did the academy.

Couldn't get on

the job down here

so I ended up back up North.

Yeah, in General

Services, right?

Scurity detail.

Yeah, my first

three years, yeah.

I was uh... I basically,

sat in a chair outside

the Budget Director's

office all day.

I was a fucking security guard.

Then my wife got into

grad school at USC

so we decided to

come back down here.

Three years under my belt,

this is my first

night on the street.

It took me three fuckin'

years to become an actual cop.

Yeah, I was surprised.

What do you mean?

I didn't know we had a spot.

Olympic. Patrol, I mean.

What?

I didn't trade on my old

man's name to get down here.

Hey, hey.

I didn't say you did.

I get sick of hearing that shit.

Everywhere I go, oh,

you're Nick Holland's kid.

Like I'm looking for a

free pass or something.

She likes to worry about me.

She checks in every couple

hours, it's our good luck thing.

What are you superstitious?

What, you're not?

What?

What about the thing you're

wearin' around your neck?

What, this? My

St. Anthony medal?

Yeah, that's not superstitious?

You know who St. Anthony is?

No.

He's the patron saint of

finding things and lost people.

Hm, sounds like a cop.

I put this on every

day before I go on shift.

I see it in the mirror,

it reminds me of what

I'm doing out here.

459 burglary in progress.

North San Fernando and Merced,

any available

units please 10-98.

Fuck.

She give you any trouble?

Little bit.

EDP call goes out, we respond.

As soon as we arrive, we

can see she's on something.

Now what it sounds like she

tries to skip out on the bill

and things get a little rough

between her and the manager,

and the mutt she

was in here with.

We got 'em separated, wanted

to hold her 'til you got here.

No.

Fuck you, Ray.

You can't keep doing this shit.

Jim is fucking dead.

You can't keep...

This is fucking stupid.

I told that asshole I

didn't have any money,

that I had to go to the ATM.

But he wouldn't

fucking let me go.

And then he started putting

his hands all over me,

he started grabbing me.

You see this?

Look, it's already

started fucking bruising.

You see that?

No, no.

I know what you're gonna do.

You'd gonna go what

you always fucking do.

You can't keep doing this.

Floyd is a good person.

He's a good guy.

Is he?

- Fuck you.

- He a good guy?

- Fuck you.

- Floyd?

- Don't.

- Floyd's a good guy?

Fuck you, Ray.

He's a good person?

Yeah.

I don't have to take

this shit from you, Ray.

You of all fucking people.

Why don't you get the

fuck out of my life.

Get the fuck out of my life.

You gonna fuckin' say something?

All right.

Where is she, Tracy?

- Fuck you.

- Tracy.

- Fuck you.

- Tracy.

- Tracy.

- No.

Leave me the fuck alone, okay?

Where is she?

I can't do this right now, Ray.

I just can't do this right now.

She's been gone a month...

I can't.

You've been too

fucked up to notice?

I can't do this, Ray.

I can't, I can't do this.

Okay. Okay.

Who'd you leave her with?

I can't do this.

Just, give me a name.

Yeah?

Tell me.

I don't know.

It was a girl I worked with.

They said she would be fine.

They promised she would be fine.

She's nine years old.

Fuck you, Ray.

What the fuck do

you want me to do?

Jim is fucking

dead, God damn it.

He's fucking dead!

You listen to me.

Floyd had nothing

to do with this.

You don't know him.

You don't, he's...

Does this square her up?

Ray, I just want my girl back.

I just want my little girl back.

You're her mother.

You're her mother, Tracy.

For God's sake.

Fuck you, Ray.

Hold her overnight.

Leave me the fuck alone.

Tell them it's Jim Peters' wife.

And kick her in the morning.

Yeah, no problem.

Hey, we run a 29 and this one

comes up with an open warrant

for failure to appear.

Give me a minute.

All right.

Stop trying to fix me, Ray.

Ray, whoa, whoa, whoa,

hey man, hey, hey, hey.

I already know what

you're gonna say.

Listen to me, man.

I swear, I didn't do it.

Turn around.

Come on.

She's a junkie, man, you

know that, all right?

Junkie's gonna say, whatever

they're gonna say, all right?

You know that, man.

I wanna help you, Floyd.

You believe that, don't ya?

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, before

you say anything, okay?

Me and her, we're done.

We're done, all right, I'm gone,

I'm gone, whatever you say,

whatever you want, I'm gone.

Take your shoes and

socks off, Floyd.

They already searched

me, man. I ain't holdin'.

No, they didn't search

you, they patted you down.

There's a difference.

Go ahead.

Take your socks

off, one at a time.

Don't you fuckin'

flick 'em at me.

Just throw 'em over there.

All right, get up.

Stand up.

Stand here.

Your shirt and your

pants, take 'em off.

Right here on the

side of the road?

All right, all right, all right.

Is this shit really

necessary, Ray?

Oh, I get it. You're

hittin' it, aren't you?

Old cop's gone, you

wanna warm his seat.

Hey, whatever, man.

She's nothin' but a junkie

piece of ass anyway.

See, when you talk

like that, Floyd,

it makes me think you don't

want me to help you but I do.

I wanna help you, Floyd.

Okay?

Get your shorts down.

What?

Come on, you've been in

County plenty of times,

you know the drill,

take 'em down.

Lift your sack up.

Lift it up.

Turn around.

Spread 'em.

There, now you've been searched.

You see the difference?

No, no, no, no, I didn't

say put 'em back on.

Where's the girl?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I don't know nothin'

about that shit.

Floyd.

I don't know

anything about that.

Is that what she said I did?

She's a fuckin' junkie,

man. She's a junkie.

I don't know anything about

it. She's a fucking junkie.

Floyd.

That girl's a

fuckin' junkie, man.

I will beat your balls

off and I will fucking

feed them to you one at a time.

Now you tell me where

the fuck she is.

I don't know.

You got got any idea

what you're asking...

Where?!

Fuck, Ray, fuck!

All right.

It's that 187 red

label shit, man.

There's these guys that cook it.

What's that? Is that like meth?

Yeah, yeah. It's that

good shit though,

not that beaner shit

that took over East LA.

You're not Mexican,

right? Fuck, sorry.

Point is, they got kids.

What do you mean kids?

- Kids.

- What's that mean?

Like, fucking kids carrying

shit, man. Distribution weight.

They figure no one'll

look twice at 'em.

So, I'm workin' this

corner over on Ingram

and these 187 guys,

they roll up on me,

they say I jumped their spot.

Suddenly I owe them 10 grand.

So, I don't have 10 grand.

But I know they're

looking for kids,

so, maybe I let them

know where one is.

Kailey.

Yeah, man, whatever her name is.

Where?

I dunno. I don't

know, Ray, Ray, Ray.

Fuck, I don't know.

I don't know, I don't

fuckin' know, I swear.

I swear to you, I swear

to you, I don't know.

Does she know about this?

Ray, whatever you need that

to look like, that's fine.

That's not what I

asked you Floyd.

Just tell me what

you want me to say.

I'll say it.

Just tell me what you

want me to say, Ray.

I'll say it, all right, man?

It's fine.

Ray, please!

This one's a collar

on the open warrant.

And don't give him his

clothes back either.

Just throw him in

County just like that.

No problem.

Come on, Ray!

Get in the car.

What about my clothes?

Get in the fucking car.

What about my fuckin' clothes?

I know, mind my own

fuckin' business.

Hey, you see that?

You're learning shit already.

LAPD.

LAPD, anybody home?

Good evening, Miss.

You the one that called

to report a prowler?

Can I see some

identification, please?

Sure.

I'm Officer Mandel and this

here is Officer Holland.

How do I know that this is real?

Like, I read all the

time about fake badges

and fake uniforms and fake

ID's and then they trick you

and these people, they trick

you into opening the door

and then they...

Would you open the door please?

They kill you and

then they rape you.

Ma'am, would you

open the door please?

Thank you.

Thank you, I'm so

sorry, I just sometimes,

I get these things,

these thoughts

and I think of 'em sometimes

and I just keep going

and going and going.

First thing, ma'am,

hang on a sec.

Claire.

This whole thing feels

a whole lot less scary

when you call me Claire.

Okay, all right, Claire.

Why don't we start with you

tellin' me what happened?

Mm-hm, mm-hm, yeah.

Why don't we start there?

I've been taking my medication,

I have, and you know,

I know that sometimes I see

things but I know what's real

and what's not real and

I was getting dressed

and I saw him and

he was looking at me

and I could feel what he

was doing with his thoughts.

Take it easy, ma'am.

You think I don't know

what you're thinking

but I do because I can see it

and you're looking at

me and you're thinking

that she's crazy but I've

had these people following me

for the last three years and

now they've got these drones

and they've got these nano bugs

and they can hear everything

that I'm saying and then I think

that they're trying to

kill me and nobody cares...

Take a breath. Nobody cares.

Take a breath. Calm down,

breathe, just breathe.

14, standby.

No, no, no, no, are

they talking about me?

That's how they find

you, they track you.

They track you.

I'm gonna go look around

outside of the unit, okay?

Now, there's nobody else in

the house with you, right?

No unlicensed animals,

no dogs in the backyard

gonna bite me or anything?

No, it's just, it's

just, just, just me.

Okay.

Oh, I, you are

trying to confuse me.

Hey, hey.

I know, what you're doing.

You're trying to...

Nobody's tryin' to

confuse you, Claire.

Okay?

Officer Holland is gonna

stay right here with you

while I have a look around.

Okay. Oh yeah, uh-huh.

Okay. Thank you!

I'm sorry.

About all the trouble you

must think that I'm just...

Oh no look, it's no trouble

ma'am. It's what we're here for.

Claire. You keep not

calling me Claire.

It's not ma'am or Miss.

What's your name?

Nick. Nick Holland,

Officer Holland.

Oh.

Nick.

Are you sure I can't

get you anything?

Uh Miss, your...

Claire.

Your robe.

Oh, you don't have

to get shy with me.

Uh look... yeah, you're

very nice, ma'am.

Oops!

Can I please have my...

Oh, it's a clip-on.

Ray, I'm gonna need

you on the porch, ASAP.

Please come in for

just a few minutes.

What the fuck is this shit?

Sir, I'm gonna need you

to stay back, please.

That's my fucking wife, asshole.

What the fuck's goin' on here?

This woman reported

a possible intruder.

No, Lester, Lester, he

tried to force his way in

and he was gonna arrest me...

Ma'am, ma'am, please!

And he made me take

off my clothes, Lester!

And he was tryin' to arrest me.

Get the fuck away from her, now.

Put the hammer down!

Fuck you, you think I'm

afraid of you, motherfucker?

Put it down!

No!

Put the hammer down!

God damn it!

Drop it!

Drop that hammer, asshole!

Fuck you!

Do it!

Ma'am, get back in the house.

Put the hammer down!

Drop that fuckin'

hammer, right now!

Fuck you!

God damn it, drop it!

Down, God damn it.

Get down on your knees.

Lester...

Down on your knees. Put

your nose in the dirt.

Arms out at your

side. Do it. Cuff him.

Ma'am, step away.

Fuck you, get the fuck off me.

Give me your fucking

left arm! Give it to me...

Get the fuck off of me!

No!

No!

- Stop resisting!

- Fuck you!

Stop resisting!

God damn it!

Ma'am! Stop it!

Stop it!

It's Claire, God damn it!

God damn.

You all right?

Yeah.

Here.

Jesus Christ.

20-L-14, I got uh...

en route with a 10-15,

officer involved assault.

Roger that, 14.

Fuck the police!

How many times have you had

to discharge that on duty?

Fuckin' throws you don't it?

Almost havin' to pop somebody?

Yeah, it does.

Five.

In 25 years?

Yep.

Once, 22 years ago in

Filipinotown, I was

Traffic stop in North

Hollywood, the second time.

Twice in '08.

Fifth time was that Gas 'n

Sip a couple months ago.

Right.

Back when I started out

the only thing they'd outfit

you with was a four shell

1100 and an eight shot .45.

Nobody carried

anything high capacity.

The only guys who did was SWAT.

Nobody had to wear

a fuckin' vest.

It's a different

world out here now.

What was it like back then?

It was different.

You started out

in Rampart, right?

You had a little more

leeway back then,

you know, you didn't

have some armchair lawyer

with a cellphone camera

on every street corner

just lookin' for you to fuck up.

Now you guys coming up,

pretty soon they're gonna slap

that fuckin' body cam on ya.

Suddenly you got no

room to work, you know?

You guys will be too terrified

to do any real obs work.

You just sit here and work

the box, make your numbers,

put some Franks in the tank.

They've even been phasing

out all the old Crown Vics.

You know that?

In two years, all gone.

Different job now.

You ever carry a

throw down piece?

I don't think that's

the kind of question

you should be askin'.

I mean, it's just a question.

Look man, it's a can of worms.

I just hear some

guys do. That's all.

You got a guy does

home invasions, right?

Does this one house, husband,

wife, two little girls.

Ties 'em up, decides he's gonna

go all the way on this one

on this one he goes full Viking.

Okay, rapes the wife and the

two little girls right in front

of the husband, douses

the place with accelerant,

and burns 'em all alive.

Oh my God.

Hundred different leads

out on this asshole.

Some cop gets the drop on him

coming out of some

ex-girlfriend's basement.

Has him.

This fuckin' guy is unarmed.

All right?

It's in that moment

this cop finds out.

Finds out what?

What he can and

cannot live with.

A guy has to make

a call like that,

I'm not gonna judge 'em

one way or the other.

So take him in.

Keep a clean conscience.

Don't let him win.

Yeah? It's that easy, is it?

How is it hard?

I'm sayin' that's

me, I'd take him in.

All right and you know

that to a certainty?

I don't think I know

anything to a certainty.

That's all I'm sayin'.

You don't know how you

gonna react to somethin'

until you're in the

middle of it, yeah?

So, you take steps, carry a

throw down piece, you know,

whatever, you keep

your options open.

My dad never really

talked about any of it.

The job I mean,

not to any of us.

Thing I remember,

was my dad sittin'

on the couch watching TV.

He'd come home, pretend

you weren't there,

dinner, he wouldn't

say anything...

My mom got sick of that

eventually, I guess.

So, you still see your old man?

No. Well once after high

school, that was about it.

If you weren't on the job

he didn't give a shit.

He doesn't know my

wife, won't know my kid.

He wouldn't give a shit

one way or the other.

I was thinkin' about

that the other day.

What would it be like, right?

You have this little

baby, you're holdin' 'em

in your arms, it's nothin'

but unconditional love.

And they get older and they

want absolutely nothing

to do with you.

I lose sleep over that, man.

I have this little girl and

she ain't even born yet.

I'm worried someday I'm

gonna do something so stupid

that she's never gonna

wanna see me again.

Look at this fuckin' guy.

This is cool.

Yeah, you like it?

You're out on patrol,

you wanna think of your

zone like a habitat, right?

You wanna keep it

healthy, keep it peaceful.

You got a wild animal

loose in your habitat,

you got a problem.

What's the deal with

you guys anyway?

Fucking guy's off the

rails half the time,

he knows I know it.

A guy like him, nobody

ever calls him on his shit.

Fuck, I can't believe we're

on the same job as this guy.

He ain't on my fuckin' job.

Thanks. Whoa, what the fuck.

Aw, shit.

Stay here.

What are you talkin'

about, I'm coming with you.

Just stay in the God damn car.

Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa!

What the fuck?

You want 50,000 volts

stuck up your ass?

'Cause I will tase

the shit out of you.

Calm down, okay?

Get back.

Knock it the the fuck off.

Get back, back up.

Yo Jack she said you

had a small dick!

Everybody calm the hell down!

Think you can grab my

tit like that asshole?!

Oh now we didn't like

it? Now we don't like it?

What the fuck!

Don't touch her!

Well, then go home!

20-L-14 I'm gonna

need a couple of units

at Normandy and Westmont.

Sir, I'd like to make

a complaint, right now.

My name is Mandy...

Shut the fuck up!

No one gives a fuck

what her name is...

Shut up... Shut the fuck up!

20-L-14, shots fired...

Hey! Come here!

No, no, no!

Put the gun down, now!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You good?

What happened?

The little fuck threw a God

damn can of Spaghettios at me.

Damnit, go get the fucking car!

Holland!

Holland!

20-L-14, I'm in a foot pursuit

of an African-American

male, red doo rag,

tan and black hoodie

and blue jeans.

Please advise.

Roger that, 14.

Foot pursuit East of Normandie,

suspect is an

African-American male,

black and tan hoodie,

please respond code 3.

Get on the fucking ground

or I will shoot you!

Get up!

Oh shit!

Yo, you got some

serious air time dude.

Get the fuck up,

you're not fuckin' hurt

you motherfucker.

You think you can step to my

fucking partner like that?

I will fucking end

you, I'll give the...

Hey!

- Get the fuck...

- Mother fucker!

Get up.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Get the fuck off me!

Hey! Hey!

Don't put your hands on him.

20-L-14, suspect is down.

Fucking he saw it!

Roger that, 14.

The motherfucker drew

down on the rookie

and he was gonna

fuckin' do him, man,

I had to take him down.

I had no fuckin' choice.

Right?

Yeah.

Right! Okay, well, fuck you.

Hey, what the fuck are you...

Get back inside.

Whoa, whoa.

Hey, whoa.

What do you think you're...

Hey, touch me again and

see what the fuck happens.

Touch me again and see

what the fuck happens.

Hey, come on.

Fuckin' save this little

fuckin' pricks life

and this is the fuckin'

thanks... fuck that.

Hey, Ray.

Nice fucking patrol

zone, motherfucker.

Smell that?

I think he shit himself.

Boom.

Jack.

Hey.

Yeah, I got all your messages.

Yeah, look, honey, I'm

sorry I didn't check in.

I know.

I know.

Yeah, well, honey I'm working.

I can't always stop what

I'm doing to send a text.

Yeah, well I'll...

Hey, I'm not saying that.

Of course I wouldn't

do that, you know that.

The way I hear it,

these people like to

cycle kids in and out.

They don't want anyone

figuring out a routine.

Illegals too.

When they're finished with 'em

they put 'em on a

van or something.

Remember the alert that

went out on that truck

that burned up in Indio

a couple weeks ago?

A bunch of wets tied up

inside, three of 'em were kids.

Probably the same kinda deal.

Well I got to... hey.

Okay, can I, I got to, baby,

I got to call you

back later, okay?

I'll check in with you later.

I got to go.

What about this

red label 187 shit,

that ring any bells for you?

I got a buddy used to be

a narc in Southeast 18,

I'll check with him.

Thanks, Don.

Everything okay?

Yeah, pregnant women, man.

Olympic patrol 20, be advised,

LA County Sheriff

has a description on

on multiple 211 and 245

violations, please stand by.

Yeah, 14, 10-4.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

All good.

Let's go.

Look, you got drama at home,

you got to keep that

shit at home, okay?

You can't have it

out here with you.

It'll take your knees out, man.

It'll make you blink.

I don't have drama

at home, okay?

I told you, she's pregnant.

It just makes things a little

more complicated, that's all.

Okay.

Okay, what?

Nothing.

I was just wondering what

your wife's gonna think,

that's all, you know, that

broad back there in Koreatown.

Oh, yeah, that's funny.

Hey, no judgment here, man.

I go around back,

everything's copacetic

I come back, she's

flashing bush,

got her husband swingin' a

fuckin' roofin' hammer at ya,

it's none of my business what

went down when I was gone.

Yeah, that woman was crazy,

she was fuckin' nuts.

That poor bastard in the

back of our squad car?

Cuffed, all beat to shit

on account of her mouth,

his lip all split open.

You take a snapshot

of that shit, okay?

That is marriage.

Okay.

What?

Look man, no offense but I mean,

you've been in the big game

twice and you're oh and two.

That ain't all it is anyway.

Oh, okay, like what?

What do you mean?

What else is it?

I don't know, how about

having somebody to go home to

that cares about you every day?

Get a dog.

Okay, well, I don't know.

Fuck. How about not dying alone?

What, are you gonna

take her with you?

We all die alone, kid.

It's pretty much the only thing

you're really guaranteed of.

That's a death and

taxes scenario.

Okay, here we go.

You got a fuckin'

philosophy for everything.

Hey, I got experiences.

That's all.

Yeah, what'd it get you?

You got 25 years, you're

still in a patrol unit.

You go home, you got nobody.

I'm supposed to eat shit

because I want

something past all that?

Nope.

LA County Sheriff

211 and 245 suspect

is an African-American

male, 5'10", medium build,

spotted white tank top,

green camouflage pants,

and pink sneakers.

Yo, my mans, they let

you put that radio on

or is there like some

rule against that?

What do you wanna hear?

Ah man, slow jams.

Like, something mellow, you

know, some oldies or something.

92.3 slow jams.

It's been a fucked up night.

Okay, all right.

You seem awful calm for

a man going to jail.

Not that we're complaining.

We all got to be

somewhere, right?

Shit, I been to Chino,

Kern Valley, Corcoran,

fuck, County eight times.

It ain't so bad.

You know your schedule,

got a bed, free meals.

Tuesday in County, they

give you Salisbury Steak.

Anyway, man, I figured

the way you found me,

maybe that's where

I'm meant to be.

You know?

It's like the

universe is saying,

Rondelle, it's time

you do 25 long.

Jesus fucking Christ,

what's you do that for?

Shit.

That was Jack VanZandt.

Jesus, he wasn't kidding.

God damn it.

Just stay the fuck back, okay?

You hear me?

Yeah!

Yo, Jack!

Oh my God.

Hey, Ray!

Found my guy.

Yeah, a little detox

place over on Pico.

This little motherfucker

was in line.

Can you believe that shit?

He thinks he's gonna get clean.

Fucking serendipity, man.

It's like finding a

fiver in a pair of pants

you ain't worn in

a year, you know?

Swear to God, I just looked up

and he was fuckin' right there.

It seems like maybe

he's had enough there.

What do you say, Jack?

Oh, fuck that. No,

no, no, no, no, no.

I've been gearin' up for

this shit all fuckin' week.

This little motherfucker's

night's just gettin' started.

Jack, for fuck's sake, man.

You know you're gonna

kill this guy, right?

Whoa, Ray.

It's kinda the point, Ray.

Yeah.

Jack! For fuck's sake!

Come on!

All right, Jack, hey, hey.

Jack. Hey! Hey!

Jack.

All right, Jack.

Hey!

Come on, give me

the fuckin' baton.

Shut your fuckin'...

Hey Jack, he look like he

about to suck your dick, Jack.

Oh yeah?

Whoa, hey...

He tryin' to suck

your dick, Jack.

Is that what you're

tryin' to do?

All right, all right!

Jack, all right!

He's had enough.

Open your fuckin' mouth!

Open it, tonsils!

Fuck, Jack, God damn it!

All right, that's enough.

Hey, fuck you, Ray.

Nobody wants you here, okay?

You washed up piece of shit!

This is my party.

Nobody invited you, okay?

So, get the fuck out of here.

My night.

My night.

Do that move.

Do the move, do the

move you were gonna do

and let's get the

fuck outta here.

Oh yeah, watch this, Ray.

I'm gonna stick this thing

right up his fucking ass

like they did to

that guy in New York.

Hey!

Ray, if you don't do something

about this right now, I will.

Get back...

Fuck you!

Get back behind the fucking car.

You newbie piece

of fucking shit!

You think you want a

fuckin' piece of this?

Come over here, I'll throw

you up here and fuck you too.

Get back in the

fucking car right now!

This little

motherfucker did wrong

and he's about to get

his fucking medicine.

Oh yeah?

Just like the guy you ran

down back in Westmont?

Do not fucking touch him again.

Fuck you! Holland! Put

that fucking thing down.

Put the fuckin' gun down.

That ain't cool, man!

You gonna fuckin' draw on me?

Do you know who the fuck I am?!

Ray!

Do you know who I am?!

Control your boy man.

You think you can kill me?!

Fuckin' pull the trigger!

Ray, control

Please! Holland put it down...

Please! Please, pull

the fucking trigger!

Fuck!

Please fucking kill me!

Jack, for Christ

fuckin' sake, man.

I will put you in a fuckin'

cell, you understand me?

I will lock you the

fuck up tonight.

Is that what you want?

Ray, you're gonna

fuckin' draw on me too?

Put the gun down.

What the fuck?

What the fuck are you doing?

- Jack.

- What the fuck!

- Put it down.

- I thought we were...

I thought we were

fucking friends!

Why?

Why would you do that?

All right, all right, all right.

Put the fucking gun down.

He's done, we're done.

All right, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Let's go.

Come on.

Fuckin' unnecessary dude.

Stroke, get him the

fuck outta here.

Get in the car.

You. Come here.

Give me a hand with

this fuckin' guy.

I need my lithium...

Where's my fucking lithium?

Where are we takin' him?

Take him over to Good Samaritan,

say we found him in the

street just like this.

Jesus Christ, we

can't just leave him...

Ah, shut up.

Open the fuckin'

door, he's slippery.

Officer involved

shooting, 4th and Kenmore.

Any available units

please respond,

be advised, civilians 10-13.

Yeah, so at this

point the suspect

is out of the

vehicle, driver side

facing the black and white...

What I understand, Diaz

proceeds to take soon to be dead

asshole #1 to the

ground, at which point

Clark feels like soon

to be dead asshole ♪2

is going for Diaz' holster

so he discharges his weapon,

drops em both.

Guess it was Diaz

initiates the R.A. call.

211 in progress,

211 in progress.

Lockwood and Madison

North of Olympic.

Officers need assistance.

Shots fired, shots fired!

Officer down.

My partner's down!

Jesus Christ!

Officers need assistance.

Be advised suspects

match description

in Union Trust

Bank in Hollenbeck

and North Kittredge shootings.

Suspect vehicle is

a late model ford,

partial plate, 2-1-Apple-Baker.

Any units in the vicinity,

code three immediately.

34-10-9, over.

18 roger.

This ain't what I thought, man.

Come on, man, what did

you think it was gonna be?

I don't know.

Something else, I

guess, just different.

Name one thing in your life

that has ever been exactly

the way you thought it would be.

I don't know.

What?

If I'm cut out for

this. I just don't know.

You're thinkin' too much.

You'll be fine.

I want you to remember

somethin', okay?

Everybody, every single

cop ever came before you

out riding a tour, they

all had a first day too.

I'm serious.

Just take it as it comes, man,

you just stay focused on

what's in front of you.

All right?

You ever gonna tell

me that story or what?

What story?

The little girl.

Peters' kid or is that

still none of my business.

Man he was a fuck up.

I loved the guy,

don't get me wrong

he just couldn't keep his

shit straight, you know?

He met Tracy when he was

working North Hollywood,

she got her junk this Vice

CI that he brought in.

Something about her, man.

He just couldn't see straight.

They got married, had the kid,

he thought that'd

get her clean but...

We'd be out on patrol,

he'd get a call,

she'd be passed out

in a bar somewhere

with a fuckin' needle

hangin' out her arm.

She got caught up in

some narc raid somewhere.

Hang tight a second, I

wanna check somethin' out.

20-L-14, can you give me the

plates on that Ford APB again?

Stand by 14.

That is a green Ford. Partial

plate, 2-1-Apple-Baker.

Jesus, that's the car.

Copy that, Olympic.

I got eyes on the suspect

vehicle in the 300 block

of South Roosevelt Avenue

over by the cemetery.

Roger that, 14,

Olympic code three.

Union Trust Bank and

Hollenbeck and North Kittredge

suspect vehicle spotted

in the 300 block

of South Roosevelt Avenue.

All units in the vicinity,

please, code three.

You ready?

I think so, yeah.

All right.

Follow my lead, do what I do.

Yeah I got it.

LAPD, I wanna see

some hands in there!

Anybody in the car,

I want you to open the door

and put your hands

outside the vehicle.

Now!

Let's move.

Moving.

Anybody in that car, I wanna

see some fuckin' hands.

You clear?

Clear.

Clear.

Shit man, they're long gone.

20-L-14, suspect

vehicle is clear.

Hey, Ray.

Roger that, 14.

Check it out.

Yeah.

It's warm but it ain't hot.

They've been gone

a little while.

Ray.

Don.

Heard you found

the shooter's ride.

Must've missed

'em by 10 minutes.

Jesus.

Well, hey, at least you got

the big boys out of bed, right?

I hear they didn't

set up block cover

for you for a half hour after

you made the fuckin' car.

Yeah.

Fuck em.

Will you stop saying that?

Okay, well, what do

you want me to do?

Huh? I'm working.

I cannot just come

home right now.

Just, okay, okay, calm down.

Stop saying that.

Would you please

stop saying that.

You are not gonna hurt yourself.

Marital fuckin' bliss.

Of course, I love you.

Yes, I... Hello?

Fuck!

New place, you know?

She's havin' a tough time.

You got somethin' for me, Don?

It's all right.

I got something

for you to look at.

Plain clothes in Northeast

11 pointed me at a CI,

said there's this

place up by the 105,

Southgate, Lynwood, that area?

Says it's where they cook

up that red label 187 shit.

Got kids to carrying the weight.

Says he's pretty sure

that's what they got

the little girl doing.

And other shit too.

It's bad, Ray.

How bad?

As bad as it gets.

They got these parties,

you know, you hear shit.

Hope it's not true.

This CI got some

place for me to look?

Yeah, this guy runs this

fuckin' mobile meth lab

out of the trunk of

his car in Willowbrook.

Deandre something.

He usually winds up

around Wilmington

and El Segundo over

by the high school.

Centennial.

Supposed to be a

red Monte Carlo.

That's way out of

your zone, Ray.

Yeah.

I'll see you, Ray.

You gonna tell me

where we're going?

Willowbrook.

I thought you were

supposed to be teaching me.

Yeah, lesson's

over for the night.

20-L-14, 10-10.

14, please confirm,

did you say you

were out of service?

Do you require assistance?

What are you doing?

Ray, you can't just go

off the grid like that.

I just did.

Jesus, Ray, what about regs,

what about procedure, man?

You find this guy, you're

gonna go to Lynwood, Ray?

If they find out we're operating

outside of the patrol zone,

they're gonna hang us.

Maybe.

You know, I'm just curious man.

Like if any of the shit they

teach us means anything to you?

Standard of conduct,

section 210.

Remember that one?

I recognize the

badge of my office

as a symbol of public faith,

and I accept it as a

public trust to be held

so long as I am true...

To the ethics of my department.

Yeah, I remember.

He was my partner.

I understand that, Ray.

But Jesus man you can't just...

You want out? I'll have

a unit come pick you up,

take you back to Olympic.

Say the word.

He was my partner.

Oh, sorry Officer.

I'll move my car

right now, Officer.

I'm gonna make...

You Deandre?

Huh, no, what?

Are you Deandre, turn around.

Nah, I don't know no Andre.

What's his last name?

Did you check on the East side?

Okay, man!

I'm not resisting, okay?

Okay!

Get up.

I'm not even resisting, man.

Hey man, put this on

Facebook Live, yo!

Hey, stand still, asshole.

Y'all gonna kill me?

Yo man, you can't do that, man.

Yo, you ain't go not

consent for that.

I'm sorry.

You can't search my shit.

I see a mouth full of meth rot

I automatically

think probable cause.

Hey man, whatever you find

in there, it ain't mine.

What ain't yours?

Whatever you find.

Little science

experiment, Deandre?

No, this is my cousin's

car, it's not even mine.

And I was going to, no wait,

I was going to the pharmacy

this is for my grandma.

Yo, yo, yo, yo hey, yo man.

That's the street

right there, yo.

El Granada

The one with the fences

all tagged up right there.

Get out.

What you mean, get out?

Somebody gonna see

me if I get out, yo.

Come over here.

No, I'm not goin in...

Hey, hey, take it easy.

Turn around.

All right.

I'm releasing you back

into the wild, you moron.

Can I have my phone back?

Beat it.

Can I have my phone back?

Get the fuck out of here.

Take your badge off,

put it in the glove box.

Name tag too.

Here.

Tape over the car number,

there's one on the side

and one on the back.

I'm gonna get the plates.

I'm on eight.

I'll call you if I need you.

Okay.

I'm serious.

Don't come in unless I call.

Yeah, I got it.

Ray, Ray, can you hear me?

Think I'm some kind

of bitch, motherfucker?!

You come up in my shit, think

I'm afraid of yo' punk ass?

Fuck you!

Go ahead and take

your little bitch.

We gonna get another one anyway.

Motherfucker. You think

you some kinda shit!

Take her to the car.

Yeah, you ain't real.

You ain't real motherfucker.

You was real there'd

be 20 of you,

you'd be takin' people out

of this shit in

fuckin' handcuffs.

Yeah that's right, you

mother fucker, keep going.

Yeah, keep walkin' your little

bitch ass off of my property.

Think this changes anything?

I'm gonna remember

that little bitch now.

Yeah, you like that?

Yeah, I'm gonna make

it a point to remember

that sweet little honey now.

Yeah, what I hear,

she was sweet.

Yeah, I'm gonna find that

sweet little honey now,

you can count on that.

Me and this little girl?

We gonna fall in love.

What are you doing, Ray?

How'd you like that, huh?

Go ahead, scoot over.

Okay, come here.

Come here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's okay.

You're safe now.

It's all right, you're safe.

You're safe.

You're safe.

It's all over now, you're safe.

She's got a grandmother

in Eagle Rock,

we'll take her there.

Let me see you.

I am not, God, I'm

not okay with this.

What happened back there, you

should have said something.

You fucking killed that guy.

Fuck him.

Oh yeah, Ray, yeah that

solves everything, man.

What about the dash unit?

What about it?

The recorder man, it got

everything you did back there.

The recorder's been

busted for two years.

Same with half the black and

white's in the motor pool.

There's no money for it.

That's not the

point, God damn it.

What is the point, Nick?

Come on, tell me the point.

Is this the part where

you start trottin' out

the fuckin' regulations again?

You know what, fuck that shit!

It's about right and wrong!

What do you know

about right and wrong?

You're a fuckin'

newborn on the street.

I can still smell your

momma's pussy on you

for Christ sake.

I didn't fucking

join up for this.

I got a wife!

All right.

I got a daughter on the way!

All right.

Say that was her.

Back there, that

was her, your kid.

What would you do?

That is fucking different, Ray.

No it's not. No it's not.

What are you talkin' about?

That shit I said about Peters.

He was a fuck up, couldn't

see straight with Tracy.

I was talking about me.

They'd already been

married a year,

she had Kailey and we

let him think it was his.

Okay?

He was my partner.

I loved him.

I wasn't gonna let him get hurt

like that, for fuck's sake.

It's not like I'm proud of it.

Oh, fuck.

Man, I look at you,

I see me 20 years ago.

I look at me, I see what I am.

There's a person you

wanna be when you're young

and there's a person

you end up being.

That's a hard

reality to face, man.

But there it is.

20-L-14, back in service.

Roger that, 14. Got a little

worried about you there.

Do you require assistance?

Yeah, sorry about that Olympic.

We ran out of gas.

Sent the rook to fill

up the can, he got lost.

Roger that, 14.

Shift's almost over.

Shit, look at this fuckin' guy.

Just rolled a red

right in front of us.

You want it?

Sure, why not.

Driver, pull over to the

side of the road please.

I got it.

Okay, genius

20-L-14, traffic.

Go ahead, 14.

It's

lifornia-4-Paul-Charlie-Ida-1...

lifornia-4-Paul-Charlie-Ida-1...

How are you doing tonight?

Good evening, Officer.

Could you turn your

car off, please?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry about that.

Did I roll that stop

light back there?

You know, I'm sorry about that.

I didn't see it.

Yeah, you did roll

that stoplight.

You realize you have a brake

light that's out as well?

Oh man, I'm gettin'

it handled tomorrow.

Okay, do you have a driver's

license and registration

that I can see, please?

You really have to do that?

I mean, I just live a

block down the street

and I'm just tryin' to get home.

It's a little late...

Okay.

I got the big guy in here.

Do you have your driver's

license and registration on you?

Yeah, you know what,

it's on the counter.

Forgot it on the way out.

Okay, who's this?

Oh, he's just...

How you doin' sir?

He's had one too many.

You got a name, buddy?

He's had one too many.

What, he can't

speak for himself?

Look, we just one block to

go and we are out of here.

I'll get that light checked out.

Thank you very much.

Okay, could you step out

of the car for me, please?

Hey man, look, I like cops...

Do you mind steppin' out

of the car for me, please?

Seriously?

It's just a little stoplight

and it seems a

little ridiculous.

I really am just...

Driver.

Step out of the car, now!

Seriously, man,

why you got to make

a fuckin' federal

case out of this shit.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

Put your hands out at the side

and step out of the car, now.

Okay, boss man.

Just openin' the door.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

Drop that fucking gun, asshole.

Fuck you!

Do it, now!

Drop the gun now!

Do it, now!

Fuck you.

Do it, now!

I'll pull this fucking

trigger I swear to Christ.

I told you not to

get me stirred up.

Eddie!

Eddie, God damn

it, say something.

Fuck!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Whatever you thinks gonna

happen, ain't gonna happen

until you put that gun down.

You understand me?

No, no, no, fuck you.

Ray...

Fuck you, I get to three,

this little fuck buys it.

I swear to fucking Christ.

Ain't gonna happen, pal.

Fuck you, you think

I'm playin?! One!

Hey, listen to me...

Two!

Look at me...

Wait, no, no, no, no...

Hey, look at me, asshole.

Look at me.

Three!

I got three of

you motherfuckers.

I got him.

I got him.

I got him.

Hey, fuckin' cut it out asshole.

Listen.

I want you to listen to every

word I'm about to say to you.

Because after tonight, you're

either gonna figure this out

and you're gonna learn

how to do this job

or you're not and this job

is gonna eat you alive.

You remember what I told

you when you came on shift?

There is the world

inside this squad car

and there's everything

else outside of it.

You're out on patrol,

every person you see

that's not in a uniform is

either somebody whose been

in the back of your squad car

or somebody who hasn't been

in the back of

your squad car yet.

I'm not just talking about

catches, I'm talkin' everybody.

Everyone who's not a cop.

You're not a part

of them anymore.

It is us against them.

You understand that?

You are the sheep dog,

they are the sheep.

You could save somebody's ass,

they could turn around and

hang you out in a heartbeat.

That's the trade.

You read 1984 in high school?

People sleep peaceably

in their beds at night

because rough men stand ready

to do violence on their behalf.

People sleep peaceably

in their beds at night

because rough men stand ready

to do violence on their behalf

and they will fucking

hate you for it.

That's the deal.

It's the deal you made when

you signed up for this.

See you tomorrow.