S.W.A.T. (2003) - full transcript

Unit 40 requesting assistance.

We have a possible

211 in progress

at the Valley Trust Bank,

Boyle and Kittridge.

We have shots fired.

All units,

officer needs assistance.

Boyle, north of Kittridge,

at the Valley Trust Bank.

Shots have been fired.

We're going to need some

type of heavy-duty vehicle to do this

because we are all pinned

down by automatic gunfire.

15-L-10, advise.

You need some kind of heavy-duty

machinery to get the officer up.

They've

got automatic weapons.

There's nothing we have

that can stop them.

Shots being fired!

Shots being fired!

Suspects heavily

armed and wearing body armor.

Officer down!

Officer down!

Requesting SWAT.

Code 3.

I'm killing whoever moves!

You move, I'm killing you!

What are you looking at, huh?

What are you looking at?

SWAT's just arrived.

We're 30 seconds out, boys.

All right.

Let's rock 'n' roll.

This is a table.

We have four cameras

over the tellers.

Do we have a visual?

Almost.

We cut their phones?

Yes, sir.

As soon as you get tapped

in, let me have it.

10-David standing by,

position three.

Suspect's trying to get

in the driver-side door.

Do not let them get mobile.

He's down.

God damn it!

Grab somebody. Grab somebody

and bring them up here!

Get up.

No.

I said get up!

No!

Let's throw a body out there and

tell them we mean business.

Street, 10-David. The

storeroom is clear, almost to the lobby.

Shut up!

10-David to Street.

Hold your position.

10-David wants us to hold.

God damn it!

God damn it!

We hold, they die.

I guess we're not holding.

I swear to God,

I'm going to kill somebody!

Take a headshot.

They just capped Eddie!

How the hell are we going

to get out of here?

Shut up!

I'm thinking!

10-David

to all units.

We are sending in

a secure phone.

Stop whining! I'll put

a bullet in your head!

Shut up.

What are they doing?

This is Rick from the LAPD.

Can you hear me okay?

10-David to Street.

Hold your position.

CNT has him on the phone.

10-David to

the one-four corner.

Confirm that you

have containment.

Roger, we're holding

on the one-four corner.

10-David

to all units.

Confirm that you're holding.

10-David,

we're holding top of stairwell.

Shut up.

Gamble, Street,

where the hell are you?

Why aren't you responding?

Let's be cool, now.

Calm down.

I'm controlling this

situation, you understand me?

We need to go!

No, please.

Help me.

Gamble, Street. Why aren't

you responding? Now!

Kill that bitch

and throw her out front!

Get that guy off our fence!

I said

to kill that bitch

and throw her out front!

I'm on TV!

Street, 10-David.

Lobby is clear.

Two suspects are neutralized.

I need an RA unit for a

gunshot wound to a hostage.

You're going to be fine, ma'am.

Ambulance is on the way.

Got them, right?

Jimbo?

She'll be okay?

I'm not a doctor.

You're going to be fine.

You're going to be fine.

Mmm-mmm, mmm.

Boss is going to tear you

guys a new one, huh?

Same place he did the last

time, time before that...

Good luck.

I don't care what they say.

You guys were heroes out there.

That was some

cocky shit out there.

You know how

to play this, right?

That woman is alive

because of what we did.

Yeah, alive and suing

the city for millions.

Chief says if he's going to

pay, somebody else does too,

and it sure as hell

isn't going to be me.

Come on, Fuller.

We get two seconds to make...

Captain Fuller.

Captain Fuller, we get

two seconds to make a decision.

You get two months to sit

there and tear it apart.

SWAT means

"Special Weapons and Tactics."

Where were your

tactics out there?

Saving a woman

from getting shot.

That's where our tactics were.

Every cop in this department

knows we did the right thing.

Sometimes doing the right thing

isn't doing the right thing.

What the hell does that mean?

Sergeant...

You disobeyed a direct order.

End of story.

You're both off SWAT.

Captain... They're two

of our best officers.

Well, I'm not sticking them back in

the field after a stunt like that.

Sorry. I didn't know that saving

lives was a goddamn stunt.

Hey, you've got a big mouth,

and apparently, you're

quick on the trigger,

and that is why

your ass is in a sling.

Captain Fuller, if

you're going to put them off SWAT,

at least keep them

in the division.

Give them a shot

at getting back.

Fine. Stick them in the gun cage.

Get them out of my sight.

Gun cage?

This is total bullshit.

What?

I said, "This is bullshit."

Really?

Yeah, really.

You should consider

yourself lucky

Lieutenant Velasquez

is standing up for you.

Yeah, I'm lucky I don't have to

work for an asshole like you...

That's it!

You're out of here, Gamble!

You're gone!

Get out of here. What the

hell's the matter with you?

Street!

You stay.

Hey...

Give us a minute.

Please, sit down, hmm?

I'll stand.

Look, Jim,

we both know that Gamble

is a bad influence

on the rest of the team.

Gamble's a good cop.

Unlike him, you still have

a chance at a future here.

You go on record

that Gamble acted recklessly

and that you had no choice

but to follow your partner in

after he disobeyed orders,

and I will make sure that you are

back on SWAT tomorrow morning.

Let's get the hell

out of here, huh?

I need a cocktail.

I'm staying.

You're what? What?

After that?

Couple months, Fuller will find

some new asses to chew out.

We'll be back on the team.

Fuller is the cockroach

of this department, brother.

He's not going to give

us any second chance.

What are you going to do, huh?

Piss away all the hard work

you did to get here?

Piss what away, Jimmy?

The cage?

Come on, man.

We're better than that,

and you know it.

You going to come with me?

Oh.

A real partner wouldn't

have to ask that, would he?

A real partner would step up

to what he did in the bank.

Yeah.

I saved the hostage.

You disobeyed the hold.

No, I saved that hostage.

You disobeyed the hold!

You made the decision yourself,

and you shot a hostage.

Jesus, Brian!

Wow.

You sound a lot like Fuller.

Is that what you two were

talking about in there?

Did you rat me out?

Did you cut a deal to get

back on the team, Jimmy?

Did I cut a deal?

Yeah, did you?

How many times have I covered up

for one of your goddamn stunts?

That's what a partner's

supposed to do.

You just picked a paycheck

over me, bro.

You just picked yourself

over everything else.

You want to stay here

and be Fuller's bitch,

you go right ahead.

I can't do it.

Can't do it.

Damn it. God damn it.

God damn it, Jim!

Partners for five years.

This is how you want to end it.

Oh...

I didn't end it.

You sold me out to the brass.

You know I never realized till

now how full of shit you are.

Fuck you

and SWAT.

* Shattered

* Shattered

* Love and hope

and sex and dreams

* Are still surviving

On the streets

* Look at me I'm in tatters

* I've been shattered

* Shattered

* Friends are so alarming

My lover's never charming

* Life's just a cocktail party

On the street

* Big apple

* People dressed in plastic

bags Directing traffic... *

You're a little too

attached to that soda, Gus.

Love that stuff.

The wife would have my behind

if she busted me

sucking that down.

Why, is she

a Mr. Pibb fan?

You know the deal, Jim.

When we got married, I

converted to Mormonism.

We can't consume anything that

alters our state of mind.

We treat our bodies

with respect.

And I treat mine

like an amusement park.

It's the differences

that make this country great.

Need them cleaned

by the morning, boys.

You were supposed to have

your gear in a half-hour ago.

What, your boy going

to report me to the captain?

Just for thinking you look

good in that mustache.

Your mom seems

to like it, though.

So does your sister.

Hey, Sarge.

Welcome back!

Look who's back.

Welcome back, Sarge.

What's up, Hondo?

Hey, Sarge.

Howdy.

What do you need?

Sergeant Hondo?

You're back.

Well, you know

what they say, Gus.

You're either SWAT

or you're not.

Yes, sir.

What can I do for you?

Oh, just a tune-up,

but please,

don't touch my sights,

and I made some modifications...

To the trigger too.

And you are?

Jim Street.

Street.

Yeah, we'll leave them intact.

I need that back by tomorrow.

Can do, Sergeant.

Good to see you.

Good seeing you.

Gosh, Gus, is that a woody?

Heck, yeah. That's Hondo.

He's old-school SWAT.

The gold standard

of ass-kicking.

Sorry, butt-kicking.

I guess he's back.

I guess he is.

A week-long series,

attacking us top to bottom.

And it's all

SWAT's fault, right?

No, the Chief's been pretty

fair about blaming everyone.

He does want these

bad headlines to end.

He wants the old warhorses

to help restore the luster.

Old?

I know

you ain't talking about me.

You've got to shake off that

three-year rust from Rampart,

because I'm throwing you

in the shit right away.

Sooner the better.

I want you to put together a young,

kick-ass element for me, Dan.

You select them. You train them.

You mold them.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I know you're not talking

about giving me five pups

fresh out of the gate, are you?

Because I didn't

come back to wipe noses.

Hell, no.

Now, you worked with T.J.

and Boxer at Southwest.

You're up for

supervising them here?

That's a start.

Now, all you have to do

is find three fresh ones.

Only catch is Fuller has

to approve the three.

What did Captain Fuller

have to say

when he heard the Chief

was bringing me back?

Hasn't stopped swearing since.

What's your brother's

truck doing outside?

We're having a garage

sale I don't know about?

You weren't supposed

to be home for an hour.

Sorry to screw up your getaway.

Look, let's not make

this a thing, okay?

We both knew it was coming.

It's not like we were in

this to get married, right?

And...

You've changed since...

Well, people change.

Look, when it was good,

it was great, right?

That means something.

Yeah, thanks.

Damn it!

Hey! Hey!

I'm going to throw

this thing out.

You do and you die.

Every SWAT team in the world's

going to have one someday.

It's 50 pounds of scrap metal.

All right.

Say you've got some crazy

suspect barricaded in a house.

All right.

Just chain this

to the back of a truck,

shove this end

right through the wall...

These rods spring out

like fishhooks.

Your partner guns the truck,

takes the whole wall with him.

And we waltz right in and

surprise the bad guy, right?

Correct.

I call it

"The Key to the City."

Patent pending.

Is that right?

Right.

Let me get your M4.

And...

You took the rattle

out of the receiver.

Yeah, new buffer,

new gas rings,

cleaned the gas tube.

I'm surprised

you didn't starch the sling.

If you want me to show you

how to shoot it,

I'm here all week,

9:00 to 5:00.

Shooters, on the line!

Stand by!

Ready!

Put them on safe and holster.

No roll, Hondo?

How do you know I didn't?

You didn't, did you?

They only roll in John Woo

movies, not real life.

All right.

Here's the winner.

There's a few people

that I would like to thank.

My fellow SWAT officers,

all of you,

thank you for believing in me when

the bosses didn't give me a chance.

Oh. Yeah, that's why

you're the marksman,

and I'm the guy who

tells you who to shoot.

Here you go. I've got you

covered since I let you down.

Tell you what.

I've got a hundred here

that says that guy

can kick your ass.

Are you kidding me, Hondo?

Come on. He's our gun bunny.

Oh, well,

let's make it 200, then.

Sure.

A couple more lap dances

for me tonight.

Want a piece of this?

Yeah.

Don't look so worried.

Yo.

Want to make some extra money?

Hey, don't forget

to take your safety off.

Street, you'd better get

your game face on.

Don't beat him so badly I can't

get a rematch, all right?

I won't make any promises.

It's my money, man.

Shooters,

on the line!

Stand by!

Ready!

Put them on safe!

Holster!

Here's your winner.

Ka-ching!

Yee-haw!

I won, baby.

Thoroughbred.

Yeah, yeah.

Passport, please. Sir?

Next.

Bonjour.

Merci beaucoup.

Next.

You have anything to declare?

I don't know how you

got this through De Gaulle.

You can't bring this

through the airport.

Qu'est-ce que c'est la knife

avec la suitcase?

Um, for luck, luck.

Gift from my father.

Not dangerous.

Mail it home.

Okay.

Mail it home.

Okay, okay. Merci.

Okay?

Hey, Gus.

Yeah?

Isn't that eternal damnation

you're chowing down there?

You can't tell Michelle.

Isn't she going to smell

the fries on your breath?

That's why God

invented mouthwash.

She'll never know.

Gus, you're cheating on

your wife with fast food.

You're right.

You're absolutely right.

Street, you have

a driver's license?

Got a library card.

It's good enough.

So get your uniform on.

You're driving me today.

Come on.

Did you get

my return ticket and papers?

Flight leaves tonight

at midnight.

No one knows I'm here?

Just me.

Where do you want to go?

It's my uncle's birthday.

I want to surprise him.

If you want me to come by

and mow your lawn later,

I'm available, Sergeant.

I'll keep that in mind.

Call me Hondo.

I was a Marine, Did two

years in 'Nam, recon unit.

Spent the next four

teaching combat survival.

You serve?

Yeah.

Navy SEALs, right?

That's what my file says.

So what did you do for them?

Besides rescue Marines

when they got lost?

You sniper detail,

amphibious assault, what?

My boat-crew leader

always said

if anyone knew what we did,

we'd failed.

That's fair enough.

So where are we going, Hondo?

What say we go see what the weather's

like over in South Central?

Tell us where your boyfriend is.

Look, I don't speak Spanish!

Tell me where your boyfriend is!

You're not helping him any!

You're not...

Somebody here

going to get locked up.

R-61-15 in foot pursuit.

Suspect headed south,

west of Defiance.

One black male in Lakers purple.

Puerco.

Puerco?

Repeat! One black

male in Lakers purple.

That's our guy talking.

Where's he at?

What the hell you doing,

Navy SEAL?

Oh, hell, yeah!

Get on, baby, get on!

Come on!

Yee...

Haw!

Hey, wait!

Damn, that looked like some Oakland

Raiders Jack Tatum action there.

What you know about Jack Tatum?

Get out of here.

Turn your ass over.

Put your hands behind your back.

Name's Hondo.

I don't give a damn

what your name is.

I could've caught him on my own.

If you like hard work,

long hours,

and getting dirty for low pay,

I got an opening on my SWAT team.

Ooh, man.

Shut up!

I don't mind that at all.

Pack your bags. You're

coming to SWAT school.

SWAT school?

Shut up! Don't talk

too much. Shut up.

Don't y'all got

nothing better to do

than be hauling another

black man off to jail?

Just perpetuating

the cycle, ain't you?

We'll see how liberal you are

when he's breaking in your place.

Uh-huh.

"Uh-huh," my ass.

Sure you don't want

to sit in the back?

I could wear a little cap.

I like the view from up here.

The cap thing is

a nice touch, though.

Officer Burress,

Southwest Division.

So your test scores

are off the chart,

and you've got

all the right references.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Can I get a hot dog

with everything

and a ginger ale, please?

Huh?

Hot dog with everything

and ginger ale. Street?

Same.

Well, I will have

a soy dog, please,

on a whole-wheat bun,

plain, and a...

A tomato juice,

if you've got it.

Thank you.

I'm a vegetarian.

I'm a bit curious. Um...

You've been a cop six years,

and you've never had a civilian

complaint against you?

Well, I try to be courteous

and professional

with everyone I encounter.

Well, the thing is, Dave...

David.

Right, David.

Um, here's the thing.

There may come a time in SWAT

when you've got to get a little

dirty behind a street bust.

Do you know what I'm saying?

No.

How the hell can I trust a man

who won't eat a good

old-fashioned American hot dog?

And he's a vegetarian.

I'm looking for

an injured officer.

Name is Sanchez, Chris Sanchez.

Room five, in the corner.

Thank you.

Hey, what do you need, Sarge?

You're Sanchez's partner?

Mmm-hmm.

Sanchez do that?

Mmm-hmm.

You help?

No, Sarge.

Reminds me of my third divorce.

Bad day, huh?

Kiss my ass, ese.

I'm starting to like

this Sanchez already.

He spent four years in Metro,

passed the SWAT quals

three times,

been rejected by Fuller

three times.

Might be a reason.

He's got a couple of beefs here.

Hmm.

I'm going to get the nurse

to clean and dress your wound.

Sorry, wrong room.

Who you looking for?

Chris Sanchez.

I'm Chris Sanchez.

You're Chris Sanchez?

Look, if you're

Internal Affairs,

that guy had double-edged

razor blades in his mouth.

I had to put him down hard.

I'm sick and tired

of these bullshit complaints

because some vato doesn't like

getting thrown to the pavement

by a woman.

I look like

I.A.D. to you?

Who are you?

Wait, now, that guy had

about 100 pounds on you.

All brawn, no brains.

You didn't answer my question.

So you still want to work SWAT?

No, I just enjoy applying

all the time.

Gas it up.

Return it.

Am I looking at another

day of chauffeur duty?

Team's almost filled.

Not that it hasn't been fun.

Well, I do have one more spot.

Can you think of anybody

I might have overlooked?

Is this a game

or a test, Sergeant?

Could be a bit of both.

Yeah, I'm a little

old for games.

All right.

So how'd you like

to be back on SWAT?

It's not going to happen.

So why you hanging

around the cage, then?

It's a job.

And SWAT's a calling.

Anybody around you

for five minutes

can tell you've still

got the bug.

All you've got to do is say yes.

It's not up to me or you.

I've got a history here.

Yeah, let's talk about that.

I heard some rumors about

you and your old partner.

Did you give him up

in Fuller's office?

Because, you know, team members

got to trust each other.

Okay.

I'm not on your team...

And no, I didn't give him up.

You've been in that cage

six months,

shining boots

and fixing weapons,

waiting for a second chance.

I've got one,

and I'm offering it to you.

Fuller will never

sign off on it.

You let me deal with that

paper-pushing punk.

I want you on my team.

Let me tell you.

It's the sauce.

If you don't have

the right sauce,

what do you got?

You know?

Now, my mother,

she used to make sauce.

Now you go into the store,

and you buy it

in a jar or in a can...

Oh!

Alex?

Alex!

Nobody told me you were coming.

When did you get here?

Surprise.

Happy birthday, Uncle.

Come on, sit down.

Sit. Bring some

champagne, huh?

Sit, eat.

The chief's making me

take you back.

He's concerned about losing all his

best officers to other cities.

He thinks I'm one of

his best officers?

But he's given me

complete oversight,

and trust me, you've got

no room for error.

So I will give you

Boxer, T.J. McCabe,

and this new guy, Deacon Kaye.

I'm going to have to pass

the other two.

Sanchez is a woman,

and Street...

Well, Street's on my shit list.

Hey, I'm on your shit list

too, and I'm the team leader.

You work for me now,

and it's my team to choose.

With all due respect, Captain,

other leaders

get to pick their teams.

And you can too.

Just pick two new people.

Look.

Just give me the team I ask for.

You can even call it

your "shit list team."

That way,

if anything goes wrong,

you can put all the blame on me.

It'd be just like old times.

Okay. Okay,

you've got your team,

but when you fail, and

you probably will fail,

Sanchez goes back to traffic,

and you and your boy

Street are plain gone.

No, not just off SWAT,

off the force.

You feel me?

Oh, yeah, I feel you.

Okay, I'm leaving now.

No, don't go.

I have wine and cognac

from home. Come on.

I must go.

I have a flight to catch.

Oh, catch another flight.

Let me introduce you to Monica.

You like this knife?

This is my father's knife.

He gave it to me.

It's a beautiful knife,

and she's a beautiful woman.

Now, why don't you stay,

have a good time,

and go back tomorrow?

Listen, I'm running

the business now.

I'm the new boss.

Don't joke with me, Alex,

and don't ever forget, your

father's running the business.

No, I retired him.

He never spoke of that to me.

That's because

he can't speak anymore.

You put your hand

in my father's pocket...

Not in mine.

If you take my money,

I'll take your life.

Understood?

Pas de probleme.

Mail it to me.

* Nothing ever stops

all these thoughts

* And the pain attached to them

* Sometimes I wonder

why this is happening

* It's like nothing I can do

will distract me

* When I think of how

* I shot myself

in the back again

* It never goes away

It never goes away

* And now

* You've become a part of me

* You'll always be right here

* You've become a part of me

* You'll always be my fear

* I can't separate

* Myself from what I've done

* Giving up a part of me

* I've let myself become you

* You, you

Good evening.

Sir, may I see your

license, registration,

and proof of insurance?

I'm a tourist, you know,

I'm visiting the U.S.

I have my passport if you want.

Let me see it.

Whose car is this?

It belongs to

my uncle. Why?

You've got a left taillight out.

Hi. This is

Bridget the Midget,

and we're out here

in front of the Key Club

on Sunset

in beautiful Hollywood.

I just wonder how it is

you can get inside of there.

Anyways,

we're on Sunset Boulevard,

where anything could happen,

especially police harassment.

Hey, you guys, you're all pigs!

Is your uncle's name

Martin Gascoigne?

Yeah, so we're okay?

There's an arrest warrant

in that name,

and I have to detain you until

we can verify who you are.

Sir, please step out

of the vehicle.

You're here awful early.

Traffic was lighter than usual.

Streets must've been

damn near empty.

Ali's his sister.

And I called bottoms

on the last one I won.

Now, you called bottoms, but

that's not what you got.

Yo, dawg, what's up?

What's happening, man?

Jim.

Boxer.

So, what did you do

to my sister?

Nothing.

That's not what I heard.

I mean, that's not the

word on the street.

She's... She's all

broken up over you.

Don't know why.

She left me.

Dumped. A case of the crabs

will do that to a woman.

Is there something about

this team I need to know?

What I want to know is

what an asshole like you

did to my little sister

to make her leave.

She's 28, all right?

And trust me,

she's not so little.

Trust you?

Ooh, no, you didn't.

How's your last partner doing?

Gamble.

He trust you too?

Hey, you want to talk

about this now?

You're going to

tell me about it?

Street, Street, Street, Street.

Hey, Street!

You want to talk about it?

Come here, come here.

Don't talk about

what you don't...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Street!

It's not worth it.

Who else you going to narc on?

Who are you?

Who the hell are you?

I guess you're not the prettiest

one here anymore, huh, T.J.?

Well, sounds like you've

all gotten acquainted.

Let's get started.

I'll make this simple.

LAPD SWAT is the most

honored, most respected,

and most professional police

division in the world.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

* You jump

in front of my car when you

* You know all the time that

* Ninety miles an hour, girl,

is the speed I drive

* You tell me it's all right

* You don't mind a little pain

Police! Police!

* Take you for a drive

* I'm not the only soul

* Who's accused of hit and run

That ain't going to get it.

* I can see you had your fun

* But, darlin', can't you see

* My signals turn

from green to red

Bang.

Sanchez.

* You're just like

* Crosstown traffic

* So hard to get through to you

* Crosstown traffic * I

don't need to run over you

* Crosstown traffic * All

you do is slow me down

* And I got better things

on the other side of town

Money.

* Yeah, yeah Crosstown traffic *

Oh, oh, man.

Ooh!

That sucked.

What's up, Sanchez?

When you're done

with that one,

I've got another one for you.

T.J.'s sitting on two pair,

looking for the boat.

Got it.

Street, you've got three aces.

Need one

to take T.J. out.

Winner, winner, winner!

All right, Deke. Let's

see what you've got.

10 of spades.

Spade flush.

Not good enough.

Hondo, isn't that

a straight flush?

Hold the phone.

Six, seven, eight, nine,

10 of spades!

Straight flush.

Deke!

Beats four aces

in Compton any day.

I think it works

in Orange County too.

Sure you're right.

Good work, guys.

Police! Police!

Clear?

Clear.

Clear. Let's go.

That's right.

SWAT is a life-saving organization,

not a life-taking one.

That's why the FBI and Secret

Service come here to train with us.

Smooth, Deke.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I guess if I was deaf, I

wouldn't know you were here,

but while you're laughing, there's

lots of people that want us to fail.

Get it right.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Suspect, put your hands on your

head and come out. Come out!

Come out!

Come out now!

Turn around.

Down!

Down, get down.

Down.

Yeah. Outstanding, guys.

Huh? Huh?

You feel that?

The team's going out

for beers later.

I'm buying.

I'll take mine after we pass.

Well, Fuller's definitely

going to try and hose us.

Good. I'd hate

to break a sweat

just for a first-round

knockout.

Hey, we've got a big day

tomorrow. Save some.

I've got plenty.

I'm depending on you to get

these guys through this.

I'll cover my end.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, go for it.

Why'd you pick me?

To piss off the captain.

All right,

here's the scenario.

There are six hijackers armed

with handguns and knives

in control of that plane.

They've already

killed one hostage

and are threatening

to kill the others

unless they get a pilot

and fuel within the hour.

There'll be SWAT officers

disguised as hostages.

Other SWAT officers will be

playing the roles of terrorists,

and they will be

trying to kill you.

Staff sergeants

will be grading us.

Couldn't give us

the bus, huh, Hondo?

They always give us

the goddamn bus.

It sounds like Fuller's

really got it in for us.

You think?

Another thing.

There are two

dynamic entry points.

One here beneath

the front landing gear,

one back here by the

baggage compartment.

I'm sure Fuller's got surprises

at both those entrances.

We get bogged down

anywhere, we fail.

Any ideas?

There's another way in, Hondo.

There's an elevator shaft here

where they bring in

the service carts,

and there's a mechanic's

access right here.

Man, that's going

to be tight as hell.

Yeah. How many men

can we fit in there?

Men? None.

All right.

Work this out.

Get in there and

break Fuller's heart.

Okay.

What do we got?

Toy guns.

Toy guns, sir, toy guns.

Let's do this.

All right.

Shame you're not playing

one of the terrorists.

I'm supposed to

be in first class.

We've got

camera three going up?

Three is set.

Checked it on the monitor.

Are you ready?

Oh, yeah.

Okay, let's see

what they've got.

Ready on three.

* Gather 'round

* Love, baby, yeah

* Gather 'round, come on

* Love, baby, yeah

* Listen up,

we got a lot to learn

* Yeah

* Number one Time is running out

* Number two Time is running out

* Number three

Time is running out

* Number four

Let it all hang out

* Check it out

* Stay cool

* Stay fly

* Yeah

* Number one Time is running out

* Number two Time is running out

* Number three

Time is running out

* Number four

Time is running out *

How did you know

about this place?

I've known a few stewardesses.

Just a few?

Stand by.

We've got a device.

Same here.

Disarmed.

Set?

Here we go.

Three,

two,

one.

Boxer, one down.

Down!

Damn.

Deke?

I got one down.

McCabe?

I got one.

Sanchez, one down.

That's five.

There's one more, guys.

There's a sleeper.

Come on.

Come on.

That'll be six.

Clear?

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

10-David, this is 70-David.

We are Code 4, all clear.

Oh, yeah.

Wow. Is that

a new course record?

Yeah.

All right.

Good job, guys.

Damn.

Please, please, Pop.

Yo, Sanchez.

I'm in SWAT now.

Yo, Deke.

Deke, is that you, man?

Oh, my God, Deke.

Tell me that ain't you.

You were a serious

butterball, bro.

That's all in the past.

I ate here every day,

worked here every summer.

I ended up looking

like Fat Albert.

I'm cool. Eating right

has me looking like this.

Man, put that away.

Hey, put that away.

Put another in for me.

Hey, yeah, break out your money.

Give me that change.

Ooh, whoa-oh, hey.

Ah, so you're celebrating

without me, huh?

Mr. Kaye,

you are the master.

Like son,

like father, right, Dad?

That was one kick-ass

display today.

That's what

I'm talking about.

All right, but let's

remember one thing.

If that was a real

operation and not a test,

one of us would be

calling T.J.'s family,

trying to explain

what went wrong today.

One casualty may be acceptable

by department standards,

never acceptable by mine.

We're clear on that?

Got you.

Yes, sir.

Crystal.

All right. Well, let's

continue celebrating tonight,

but tomorrow, we're SWAT.

Nice.

I love you too.

Homeland security, my ass.

They can't keep me like this.

I've been patient,

day after day,

so tell me, what's going on?

This is the problem.

Your prints

do not match your ID,

so they're running another check right

now through the FBI and Interpol.

Interpol, shit.

Get me out of here.

I'm doing everything I can.

Do more. This is easy.

Who do we have to pay?

You can't solve this problem

by throwing money at it.

Then who do we have to kill?

Come on,

guys, it's only 11:00.

I got a babysitter for the

first time in three months.

We've been up

since 4:00.

That's weak.

If I get home by midnight,

I might get me some.

T.J.?

I get home before midnight,

I'm finding some.

Sorry, babe.

Boxer? Hey, I know I'm

not getting some.

If I don't get home soon,

my wife's gonna freak.

You guys suck.

You know how hard it is

to find a babysitter?

Yo, Street.

Did you pass?

Yeah.

Awesome. This first

round's on the house.

Thanks, darling.

Anything but tequila, please.

No?

No.

We did good today, huh?

Yeah.

What's it like,

the real thing?

It's faster.

It's a lot faster.

You know that guy?

Used to.

Aw, fuck.

Bye.

See you.

It's all yours, man.

Hey.

How you doing?

Oh, man, I am good.

Heard they took you back.

Yeah.

This your girlfriend?

No. No, she's SWAT.

She wha... She's...

What... This... This is

what it's come down to?

Busting down doors

with J.Lo?

You know, I didn't know that

they made bulletproof bras.

Is it just me, but you

know, I didn't know that.

What they need to make

are bulletproof condoms

big enough to fit your big head.

Oh.

Oh, nice.

Good, I like it.

This your girlfriend? Cute.

No, but you can be my bitch.

Really?

No, man, leave it alone.

Here we go.

Leave it alone.

Hey, how are you?

I'm good.

Put it on my tab?

Mmm-hmm.

Hey, glad to see all that

butt-kissing's really paid off.

Say hi to Fuller for me.

What?

You should've let me

kick his ass.

I just saved yours.

So you and this guy Gamble

were partners, huh?

So how long you got

the babysitter for?

Just because

I bought you a drink

doesn't mean

you get laid tonight.

So what

does two drinks mean?

Do you want to come

over to my house?

That was easy.

It's my kid's birthday

party tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Uh, kids, birthday parties...

I'm hosting a Tupperware

party tomorrow.

You, Tupperware?

Yeah, seals in the freshness.

Party's completely booked,

otherwise I'd invite you.

Tomorrow, noon.

Central, open South Sally port.

All right, gentlemen,

take a seat.

You may have won the battle,

but you lost the war!

Dad, can I have

some of this?

Yeah, go ahead, get it.

Can I have this too?

Whatever you want. Get it,

get it, get it, get it.

Look at that.

A cop who drinks

French champagne, huh?

That is just

impressive.

I may work in the mud,

but I certainly like to

play up in the clouds.

I thought you said

you'd fix the sink.

This is

Lieutenant Harrelson,

Olympic SWAT commander.

This is top priority.

Patch me through

to all black-and-whites

in the area...

I've got to go.

Kids, come on, come on.

It's time to ruin Mommy's day.

Okay.

But you killed

in the soccer game.

Baby, I have to go play

cops and robbers.

Okay.

Okay.

I love you.

You too.

Hey, guys.

The reason we are gathered on our

God-given much-needed day of rest

is we have a Polish hostage.

So what if he's Polish?

No, no, no.

Means he's one of those

"Anybody comes in, I'll blow

my head off" type of guy.

Negotiations aren't going well.

They think he's off his meds.

We've been lobbing gas,

and this guy's still

smoking cigarettes,

popping off shotgun rounds

out the front door.

I want a limo, a 12-pack,

and clove cigarettes!

I say we go in the back,

hard, with shields.

Negative. Guy says

he has all the doors

and windows wired

with high explosives.

Come on, Greg.

Look, Dan, you wrote the book.

I just read it.

Any suggestions?

I've got an idea.

Ready?

It's the damn robot aliens.

Down! Down!

Get down!

Down! Get down!

Down!

Put your hands behind your back.

Stay down.

You know what?

I think he might be Polish.

Unbelievable.

Like opening

a can of sardines.

It works.

Drop Fruit of the Loomski

in the A-car.

Damn, man. You need to

be selling that shit on eBay.

I only got one.

Split the profits

50-50.

Corner the market. Break

them down like a shotgun.

"The Polish Penetrator."

Hold on, sports fans.

I just got a call

from Sheriff's.

It seems we've been holding

a high-priority international

and didn't even know it.

They want us as escorts?

You're my new favorite crew.

Just get the prisoner

to the headquarters.

This is 9-Tom King,

transporting inmates

to Superior.

We've got a black-and-white

signaling pullover.

Roger that.

What's your 10-20?

Hollywood and Wilcox.

9-Tom King, stand by while we

identify the black-and-white.

Roger.

9-Tom King,

there is a problem

with one of your transports.

The unit signaling is probably

providing interception.

Can you read his patrol number?

Negative. It's an LAPD

black-and-white.

Stand by while we confirm.

9-Tom King,

this is 70-David.

What's your location?

9-Tom King, do you copy?

What about me, boss?

Let's go.

Get these off.

9-Tom King,

there is a problem.

9-Tom King, do you copy?

There it is, on the right.

9-Tom King,

do you copy?

This is 70-David.

We're Code 6 with the bus

at Hollywood and Wilcox.

114, this is 70-David.

We're Code 4.

114, this is 70-David.

We're Code 6

at Hollywood and Wilcox.

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Out of the car!

Get out of the car!

Get out of the car!

Get out of the car!

Down! Down!

Get out of the car! HONDO:

Put your hands on your head!

Freeze! Put your

hands on your head!

Hands up!

Hollywood, huh?

On the ground.

On the ground!

Hey! Do not move!

Do not move!

Move again.

Drama in

Hollywood today.

An explosive and

deadly day in Hollywood

as a gun battle erupted

between armed suspects

and members of LAPD's

elite SWAT unit.

Details are still sketchy,

but sources tell us

there were fatalities,

including two Los Angeles

County Sheriff's deputies.

At approximately 1:45 p.m. today,

a Sheriff's Department bus

was assaulted by two

suspects armed with AK-47s

in an attempt to break out

a jailed detainee.

We are awaiting

the arrival of Alex Montel,

the international fugitive

wanted in over

a dozen countries.

Montel is wanted on

Interpol warrants

by more than 10 national

governments, including our own,

in relationship to

charges of arms dealing,

drug trafficking, extortion,

smuggling, kidnapping,

and over two dozen murders.

Domestic and

foreign law enforcement agencies

are already jockeying

to interrogate the man

one high-level White House aide

has dubbed simply "The Catch."

I will give $100 million to

whoever gets me out of here!

Let's go.

$100 million!

The family's

legitimate business

throughout Europe

and the Middle East

are rumored to be fronts for their

criminal activity throughout the world.

The family fortune

is estimated to be

in the high

hundreds of millions,

if not billions, of dollars.

I will give $100 million to

whoever gets me out of here!

100 million sound good to me.

Hell, yeah.

Are we hot? We rolling?

We have limited footage of the

dramatic events this afternoon.

$100 million to whoever

gets me out of here.

The family's fortune is estimated

in the billions of dollars.

An offer of $100 million...

Who does this guy

think he is, huh?

$100 million...

Hey, ese, are you for

real or what, homes?

Huh? Hey, I'm talking

to you, ese.

We've been looking

for this punk a long time.

Busted taillight brings him down?

That's amazing.

The plan is to

have you escort him

to a federal prison

out in the desert.

You may want to have press

photographers meet us at the facility,

soon as my boys hand him over.

It's a hell of a story, huh?

Yeah, we'll pass that request

up the ladder to D.C.

Good.

Gentlemen, at 1300 hours,

an LAPD helicopter will arrive

to transport the defendant.

Until we get him inside a federal

facility, he's our baby.

Sergeant Howard, your

team's got the high ground.

Yes, sir.

Sergeant Hondo, your boys

are going to provide

close-proximity protection

for the prisoner. Copy that.

Sergeant Yamoto,

you're going to set up a

perimeter around Parker Center.

I'm on it.

Piece of cake.

Roger, 10-David.

We're coming out.

Okay, guys, let's get

this frog in the bird.

What's $100

million six ways, Box?

Sixteen-something.

Man, I'd have floor

seats at the Lakers,

put my kids through college,

hire Halle Berry

as my yoga instructor.

Match engine power.

RPMs match.

Gear down now.

Cover!

We've been hit!

We've been hit!

Shots fired. Shots fired.

Anybody see where it came from?

They hit second engine.

We are going down.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

We're going down!

Down!

Everybody okay?

Yeah.

T.J., Sanchez, take the suspect.

Move! Move!

Let's go! Let's go!

70-David to 114.

We're coming in.

Come here.

Hey, hey, hey!

Jim! Jim! Street!

Keep it together, buddy.

Keep it together.

Keep it together.

Street!

Knock it off. We don't have

time for your personal shit.

Move him out.

Let's move!

Let's go. Move!

You tell them

we're under goddamn attack!

An LAPD

airship is down.

How do you want us to

proceed at this point?

What the hell happened?

Somebody shot our bird down.

No shit. How?

My guess is big-bore rifle,

probably .50 caliber.

Somebody who knows

how to use it.

We're at a whole

new level here, Captain.

So where the hell

is the shooter, huh?

I want this asshole

out of here, now.

The best bet's to

keep him on lockdown

till we figure out

who we're dealing with, sir.

Captain Fuller?

Yes?

I've got the chief of police

on the phone for you.

So now we're talking

about my ass.

You draw up a plan,

you execute it,

and do not screw this up.

Have it transferred

to my office.

Can't believe how much grief

that frog's $100 million

offer's bringing us.

You guys ready? You know

what you've got to do?

Uh-huh.

Yes, sir.

Where's T.J.?

I'm right here, Hondo.

Sorry, man.

Had some bad Thai food last night.

It's not sitting well with me.

So you

good to go, or what?

No, I'm good now.

Let's go make the captain

look like a hero.

Be safe out there.

I'm headed to the bird.

All right, we're moving out.

Let's load them up!

Time to go.

Put that on.

Marry me! Marry me!

Marry me!

Hey!

Come on!

Hey, come on, now. Get

out of the damn street!

Wait there.

Come on, now!

Alex, let's go!

Get down!

Get down now!

Get on the ground!

Move!

I don't know, talk to them.

Try to make it work.

Look, I've had enough problems

for one day, you know?

Hey, where's Mike?

Family emergency.

Just let me know if there's

anything you need.

All right. Just try to get us

there alive, for starters.

My sister's dating some new guy.

Yeah?

Yeah. I met him for the

first time the other night.

Good for her.

Not really. He's kind

of a knucklehead.

You should give her a call.

You know, if you want.

All right, yeah.

Maybe I will.

10-David to 70-David.

Word our motorcade has been hit.

Any damage?

Terry Fargas is dead.

Aw, damn.

We've got

two patrol officers

on the table at County.

What's your

location, 10-David?

Right on top of you.

That's good to know.

Yeah.

T.J.,

stay alert back there.

They're coming

out of the woodwork.

American greed.

Shut up.

So reliable.

Shut up!

Another officer's dead because

you shot your mouth off.

That's how I like cops.

Dead.

Want to join him?

Huh?

He knew the dangers, no?

That's why he signed up

to be a police officer.

Carry a gun in the Wild West.

Like you, cowboy.

Would you be sitting here if

this job wasn't dangerous?

Anyway,

killing him probably got

you 20 new recruits.

You should thank me.

Yeah, you're right.

I should.

Boxer, thank him

for me, will you?

Love to.

We are coming

up on Checkpoint One.

Roger, Hondo. I see it.

Making the turn

at Checkpoint One.

Hardcore, Sanchez.

I'm watching

everyone's hands.

Empty hand, no weapon, I'm going

home to my little girl, Deke.

I'm going home to my brats too.

We are now

approaching Checkpoint Two.

T.J., relax, man.

Hondo transported the President

like this back in '96.

No one had a clue.

Hey, my friends.

I can double my offer.

66 million for each of you.

All you have to do is

let me go right here,

and don't worry.

I'll find my way home.

You got the cash?

Because we don't take a check.

Come on.

Be smart about this.

What do you make?

66,000 a year?

Not

even with overtime.

Loser.

Making the turn

at Checkpoint Two.

My view of Car Two

has been blocked.

T.J., what's happening?

I got a pedestrian

in the crosswalk, Hondo.

I'll be on your tail

in about 10 seconds.

Roger that.

Hands where I can see them, guys.

Come on.

T.J., what the hell

are you doing?

What the hell does it

look like I'm doing?

I'm taking Frenchie

here up on his offer.

Now, you guys just be smart.

Hands up, Box.

Come on.

Come on, hands up.

Hands up, Box.

Let's go. Let me see it.

Hands up! Let's go!

What the hell was that?

What the hell

was that, Brian?

He was going for his piece.

No, he wasn't!

I had it under control!

You didn't have to shoot him!

What do you say, Jimbo?

Want to be a cowboy?

T.J., Street, Boxer.

Car Two, respond.

We're catching up to you, Sarge.

We'll be there in about...

Officer down!

Seventh and Hope!

Flip a bitch.

Flipping a bitch.

10-David.

Move!

10-David!

Do you have a location on car number two?

Move! Move! Move!

Roger. Car Two is stopped

at Seventh and Hope.

Do me a favor.

Tell Fuller it was me

who pulled this off, yeah?

I'm not going to let you

get away with this, Gamble.

Well, you ain't got a

say in the matter, do you?

Suspects appear to

be wearing tactical clothing

and have automatic weapons.

T.J., don't do this!

I got an officer down! Officer down!

Seventh and Hope!

Suspects are entering the

Pershing Square MTA station.

Boxer! Boxer, hang in there!

Hang in there.

You okay? STREET: I'm all right.

Boxer got hit.

We're going to

need an ambulance!

Who did this?

It was Gamble.

Box! Get him up. Get him over!

It was T.J. and Gamble.

They've gone down the subway.

Let's go hunting.

I'm going to get the kit.

Take care of him.

Yeah.

Street, let's go!

This is 73-David.

I need an RA unit

as soon as possible

to the corner

of Hope and Seventh.

Officer down! I

repeat, officer down!

All right, T.

We're in.

Let's go.

Hit the juice, Grandpa.

Come on, Box.

Come on, come on, come on!

What do we got?

Gunshot wound

to the neck.

Vitals?

None.

Come on! Let's go!

Oh... Oh...

Always one step behind.

This is 70-David

at Seventh and Hope.

Suspects are on eastbound

train number 507,

headed to Metro Center

at 7th and Figueroa.

Have the rail unit contact MTA

and shut down that train

at the next station.

Roger that, 70-David.

What are they gonna do, take the

subway all the way to Mexico?

Come on,

check for secondary wounds.

Sanchez...

Deke, Sanchez.

Meet that train

at the next station.

73-David, we copy.

You'd better be good for it.

I assure you,

if anyone is, it's me.

I want you to set

up a perimeter.

Nobody comes in the station

and nobody gets off a train.

Yes, sir. You got it.

Rail unit,

this is 10-David.

I've got my men headed

to the Figueroa station.

Now, are you ready to stop that train?

Yes, sir.

Where the hell's this train?

Never made it.

Should've been here by now.

Sanchez to Hondo. The train

never made it to Figueroa.

Secure the station.

SWAT's got it.

Got people.

Hands up! Let me see your hands!

Now!

Hands. Hands!

Hands. Show me

your hands.

Hands.

Where are they?

They said they were

going to kill me.

They're not coming back.

Down the shaft.

Where'd they go?

10-David, this is 70-David.

Suspects have entered what

appears to be a storm drain

approximately a quarter-mile

north of Metro Center.

Roger that, 70-David.

We'll deploy above ground

accordingly.

We're going in after them.

This shaft intersects

with the storm drain system.

They could pop

out of any manhole

within a five-mile radius.

How many manholes

are we talking about?

Six thousand.

Six thousand?

I can't cover 6,000...

R-Commander,

10-David.

I want you to put

that airship down

and give me a command post

at Sixth and Hope Street,

and give me a landline, Code 2.

70-David

to 10-David.

70-David to 10-David.

70-David to 114.

Do you read me?

70-David to 114.

Do you read me?

We got no reception down here.

Gamble wants us on an island...

He's got it.

Stay alert, guys.

They went this way.

We have

ID'd those suspects.

Great. Who are they?

Former Officer Gamble

and Officer T.J. McCabe.

Gamble?

As in Street's

ex-partner, Gamble?

Roger.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There is some kind of

plan here, right?

There's

your plan, Pumpkin.

We have got two SWAT-trained

guys leading this attack.

How do we know the rest of

the team isn't in on it?

Because I can vouch for Hondo.

You willing to bet

$100 million on that?

Bingo.

You've got to be shitting me.

If they're good, this is only

going to slow them down, T.J.

This was supposed to be

simple snatch and extract.

Boxer was a threat, T.J.

Boxer was my friend!

He was mine too.

Stop crying. You can

buy new friends.

Don't give me any more

reason to kill you.

What are you going

to do, shoot me?

You should relax

a little bit, my friend.

I'm the money here.

Don't forget it.

We don't have time

for this shit.

Look, you can go ahead.

I know this sucks.

Let's worry about it

in paradise, all right?

Come on.

Have we re-established

communication with Hondo's team?

Not yet, sir.

70-David,

advice your location, please.

70-David, come in.

Hondo, where the hell are you?

Whoa. Whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's that?

It's phosphorescent paint.

Oh, yeah?

Keep your eyes

on the wall for more.

Gas masks?

It's just smoke.

We're going to have

to go in blind.

What's going on?

Tripwire.

Live mine.

Whoa. Claymore.

Nasty stuff.

No shit.

There's an old Indian saying.

"Where there's

one white man..."

"There's more white men."

What? Do you hear something?

No.

That's the problem.

Come on, we've got to move.

Hey, y'all smell like shit.

Yeah, that'd be a sewer.

Where's our air? On

track and on schedule.

Wonderful.

T.J., ride with me.

Come on, guys!

Got to go!

All units in the

vicinity of the Hawthorne Airport...

Residents report beacon lights

turned on after closing hours.

Dispatch,

this is R-Commander.

Deploy all available units

to Hawthorne Airport.

Call the FAA for details.

They're going to fly him out

of the country, God damn it.

10-David,

this is R-Commander.

Get you and your men over

there as soon as possible.

Roger that.

Unit One, what's your status?

We are approximately 45 miles

due east of Point Bravo.

We have begun our descent.

That's a six-minute ETA.

Roger that.

Ain't this a bitch?

A cold, hard one.

10-David

to R-Commander.

We are approaching

Hawthorne Airport.

Street!

How about the Claymore?

Shit.

I'll be back. Deke!

10-David

to R-Commander.

We have established a

perimeter around the airport.

Additional SWAT units

are en route.

Van One, Van Two, you have

less than five minutes.

Roger that, 10-David. Any

word from Hondo's team yet?

70-David is still

out of radio contact.

Hondo, you son of a bitch.

You sure you know

what you're doing?

Remember when you asked me what

I used to do in the SEALs?

Oh, yeah.

All right, clear.

Fire in the hole.

10-David,

this is 70-David.

70-David, where

the hell are you?

We are somewhere around

Sixth and Trenton.

We lost communication in the tunnels.

Where's our backup?

Everything I have is going

to Hawthorne Airport.

That's where your friends, Gamble and T.J.

McCabe are headed.

That's the other

side of town!

Send a couple units

to pick us up.

Pick you up?

For all I know,

you're in on this.

I've got a good mind

to bring you in.

Like hell.

Come on, let's go.

Police! Stop the car!

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

Exit the car, sir!

You guys are gonna

have to get out of here.

Police emergency.

We need your vehicle.

Wait, I just have

kids in the car.

Well, get them

out of there!

Look like it's you and me in the

gun cage this time tomorrow.

You know how it is, Street.

Sometimes doing the right thing

ain't doing the right thing.

Last car through.

Bridge is locked.

Copy that.

I thought you couldn't drive.

I never said I couldn't drive.

I said I didn't like to.

Keep getting into accidents.

Sounds like they're trying to

fly him out of here. Yeah.

Why would they turn on the landing

lights and warn everybody?

Shit! Gamble's

smarter than that.

Look, there's

a full moon out tonight.

Even a rookie pilot could

land on a night like this.

So why'd they pop up back there?

I don't know, but I know Fuller's

sending every man we got to Hawthorne.

Did they build a new

airport in downtown

in the past couple of days?

I don't think so,

Sanchez. Why?

That jet

to your right.

It's flying pretty low, and

it's only getting lower.

That's our boy!

That's our boy!

He's setting down.

Yeah, but where?

I don't know,

but follow that jet.

How wide is the

Sixth Street Bridge?

It's got to be

four lanes across,

sidewalks...

Plane small enough, he might

be able to set it down,

if he's got the balls.

Reducing speed.

This is 70-David. That plane's

not coming to Hawthorne.

I gave you a direct order

to stand down, Sergeant.

And I would have, Tom,

except I saw a Learjet about to

land on the Sixth Street Bridge.

Give me 40% flaps.

40% flaps. Check.

Sir, we have reports of a low-flying

aircraft in the downtown area.

Where's the nearest backup?

Five, six minutes.

I don't think you're

feeling me on this, Tom.

We're going in.

Oh...

Oh, God.

Reverse thrust. COPILOT: Roger that.

Full brake.

This guy's worth every penny.

All right,

let's turn this plane around.

10-David,

we just got a report

a plane has landed

on the Sixth Street Bridge.

They what?

Let's mount up!

All right, give me a

car downstairs, now.

What... What...

What's going on?

Just got room for one of you.

I'm not going

anywhere without my wife.

Well, then, don't.

No, no, no.

Richard!

Richard! Richard...

Richard is gone,

so sit down and shut up.

20 seconds!

See you in Margaritaville.

Come on, come on,

come on!

Won't you just let me go?

Please, just let me go!

Shut her up.

Please, let me go!

Shut the hell up.

Get us in the air.

Yes, sir.

Okay, let's go home.

Oh, look. They've got

their own airport security.

You've got company!

Limo broke containment!

All right, we've

got you covered, man.

Just keep coming.

Boom.

Son of a bitch!

Here.

What's this?

Well, that'd be a cell phone.

That's the account number where

I want the money transferred.

The bank verifies the transfer,

goddamn, if you ain't a free man.

70-David, be advised

there are hostages on board.

All right, you heard the man.

Deke!

Yo!

They get that plane off the

ground, those hostages are dead.

I need your

A-game, boys...

And girl.

What's going on? Get

them off our asses!

Just fly the plane.

Open the hatch.

Open the hatch!

I'm on it!

Hang on, guys.

Here's where watching The World's

Most Exciting Police Chases pays off.

I got no shot!

Get this thing in the air!

Shut the door!

Shut that goddamn door!

Damn it!

I hope you've got

a plan B, brother.

You stay there.

You're fine.

Gamble! Let her go!

Take a shot, Jimbo!

Sanchez is down!

Sanchez...

Go get him.

Give me more ammo!

Deke! Frog's running!

Are you okay?

I'm all right, man.

Sorry, ma'am. I've got to go, too.

No.

Tell Daddy how you want it.

Ahhh!

You're like a goddamn rash.

You might wanna

get that looked at, brother.

How's Boxer?

What do you care?

Come on, Hondo.

Just give me that.

He's going to make it.

Good.

Just couldn't resist, could you?

So what do you want to do?

God damn it, Sarge.

There's one

in the chamber, partner.

Come on.

So how's Boxer?

Got word he's going to pull through.

That's great.

Remind me to buy

some shares in Kevlar.

Good work, Sanchez.

You look like you

need a Band-Aid.

Somebody else needs

a body bag downstairs.

You okay?

Yeah. You?

Nice job.

Don't sound so happy.

Still got a problem.

He's still here.

Road trip?

Road trip.

Yeah.

Road trip.

Guess you'll have

to fire us later.

We're here

to transfer custody

of LA Police Department prisoner

number 109672 into federal custody.

Thank you, sir. I will

accept the transfer.

Enjoy your new home.

Try your best to get

to know the guys, huh?

Yeah, 100 mil ought to buy you

a nice husband in there.

Where to, boys?

Oh...

Home sounds like a winner.

Girls like you get

guys like me in trouble.

You think I should've taken

the 100 million?

All units, we

have a 211 in progress

at the Diamond Mart,

43, South Hope Street.

Shots fired.

Technically, our watch has

been over for 12 hours.

So?

Yeah.

Well, what the hell.

Mount up.

* Whoo

* Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah-ah

* Yo, here we go Oh, collision

* A head-on collision

* A head-on on the story that

was played on television, what

* We got what everybody's after

* Hollywood's

Fully-automatic soulmaster

* Yeah, here he comes

* God love it

He likes the machine-gun

* Yo, you better

Check your mirror

* Hot action's gettin' nearer

* Blood rushin' to my head

* And you'd better Watch out for

* Sweat drippin' from my head

* Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah

* Yeah, yeah

* Looks like it's hot action

* Jammin' with

Samuel L. Jackson

* Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah

* Yeah, yeah

* Looks like it's hot action

* Jammin' with

Samuel L. Jackson

* Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah-ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah-ah

* How do you stay so smooth?

* How do you stay so smooth?

* Come on, y'all

* Yeah, yeah

* Looks like it's hot action

* Jammin' with

Samuel L. Jackson

* Yeah, yeah

* Looks like it's hot action

* Yeah

* Yeah, yeah

* Looks like it's hot action

* Jammin' with

Samuel L. Jackson

* Yeah

* Yeah, yeah

* Looks like it's hot action

* Jammin' with

Samuel L. Jackson *

* S-W-A-T

* T-S-O-L-P-P

* S-W-A-T

* T-S-O-L-P-P

* Fading on the corner

Is a man with a plan

* People took a stand

'Cause the businessman ran

* The streets at night

Sound just like...

* The place where they took

The slaughter to the lamb

* Mama never wanted me

To be no cop

* Voted most likely

In high school to drop

* Now I'm dressed to impress

In a bulletproof vest

* Back in action

Wearin' SWAT on my chest

* S-W-A-T

* T-S-O-L-P-P

* S-W-A-T

* T-S-O-L-P-P

* S-W-A-T

* T-S-O-L-P-P