The Rookie (1990) - full transcript

At ease.

Your name?

David Ackerman.

How long have you
been on the force?

Two years, sir.

- Speak up, Ackerman.
- Sir, two years.

You applied for detective in
Burglary, Auto Theft division.

Most of the young hotshots were
lining up for Robbery or Homicide.

Sir, I figured there would be more

openings in Burglary,
Auto Theft...

- and I love chasing G-rides, sir.
- G-rides, Ackerman?



I'm sorry, sir. Grand-theft auto.

Tell me something, Ackerman.

Why do you want to be
on the police force?

Because I want to
help people, sir.

That's a lie, isn't it?

Do you have any siblings, officer?

No.

That's another lie, isn't it?

Jump, Joey, jump.

- You had a brother, didn't you?
- Jump, Joey, jump.

I was... I was just a kid.

- Jump.
- You murdered your own brother.

It wasn't my fault.

Come on, jump. Jump.



Come on, Joey. Jump it.

David.

- You murdered your own brother.
- You murdered your brother.

You murdered your own brother.

David, are you okay?

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

I'm a little tense about
the exam tomorrow.

Why are you doing
this to yourself?

All right. Welcome aboard.

Good job. Go on. Get out of here.

Thanks.

- Let's get rolling, man.
- Why the hell not?

You got a light?

There must be 100 good reasons why

you shouldn't smoke those things.

But right now, I
can't think of one.

Damn.

Feast your eyes on that.

Yeah, a real classic.

They don't make them
like that any more.

Man, you got tachometers for eyes.
I was talking about the babe.

So was I.

- Morales is two minutes late.
- We're out of here.

You shouldn't be getting your
hands dirty, white angel.

What, and miss out on all the fun?

- You're late, faggot.
- Not by my watch.

Get yourself a better one, Loco.

Go on. Get the hell out of here.

Come on. Let's go. Let's
wrap this thing up.

After all these months of
working on this deal...

- Let's get moving, man.
- Take it easy.

Another couple of minutes
ain't gonna kill you.

Police officers. Get
your hands up. Up.

A little early for Christmas
shopping, ain't it?

- Who's up front in the cab?
- Santa Claus.

And I'm the tooth
fairy. Try again.

No one, man. There's
nobody here but us.

Nobody here, Nick.

Surprise.

No.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, man.

Motherfucker.

Son of a bitch.

- Dumbass.
- Motherfucker.

Jesus Christ. Who is this
insane motherfucker?

Later, you fucker.

Is he all right?
Anybody else in there?

Anybody else in the car?

- You need any help?
- You got a light?

Powell was a good
man. Tough break.

Yeah.

Good to see you back on your feet.

Hey, Nick. Sorry to
hear about Powell, man.

Ray.

Nick, good to see
you up and around.

I've looked at the
files. Both those

guys on the trailer are in it.

That one fella, Ken Blackwell, an
ex-CIA pilot that's gone sour...

- has about 300 drug flights.
- Nick...

And Loco Martinez has eight
counts of grand-theft auto.

Shut up, Nick. You
don't waste any time

on polite conversation,
do you, Nick?

That's what I like
about you. Either

way, it don't matter any more.

- What don't matter?
- The Strom case.

Because you're being taken off
it. Homicide's taking over.

Homicide?

You know the only
way to get to Strom

is to pin him to
chop-shop operations.

But Homicide's just gonna...

Look, kid. This is a
private conversation here.

Nick, this is David Ackerman.

Hello, David.
Pleasure meeting you.

- Nick, that was your new partner.
- You're kidding me.

Let him back in, Nick, now.

Don't mind Pulovski.
He's an asshole, but

you'll get used to
him after a while.

- Flattery will get you nowhere.
- Listen, Nick.

I went over Ackerman's test scores
and records. The kid's perfect.

Then how come his badge
is on upside down?

Kid, it looks like
you forgot to dry

off behind your ears this morning.

Nick, be gentle. Some of
these virgins cry rivers.

You've met Cheech and Chong.

- What the hell's going on?
- You'll find out as we go.

You mind letting me in
from the dark here?

The Jesse James look is out. Why
don't you holster that thing.

In fact, why don't you
get a shoulder holster.

You don't want to go
around half-cocked.

Another thing, kid. You gotta
change the way you dress.

You look like an old fuck. After
all, we're working undercover.

You gotta dress youthful and
hip. Wear what you usually wear.

This is what I usually wear.

Do you have a reservation?

I see. Right this way, gentlemen.

So that's what those
things are for.

I never go to lunch without it.

I wonder why you're
not covering me.

My people are cool, man.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

I'm sure you're mistaking
me for someone else.

Well, there's no
mistaking this German

beer. It leaves a
little aftertaste.

What the hell is that all about?

Just a man with a
poor taste in beers.

Hey, garçon, you got a light?

I'm sorry, sir. No smoking here.

Mr Ackerman? It's been so long.
I almost didn't recognise you.

- How are you, George?
- Fine. This is a surprise.

I will get you an ashtray.

What's the deal here? You used
to work here or something?

Not exactly.

You'll find out as we go.

Don't jerk me off,
Strom. I don't like it.

You got problems? Fine, but
my people want their money.

I don't get it for them, then I
got fucking problems, capisce?

I just lost a major
payload, but my

principal shops are still running.

By next Friday, you'll
have your money.

Well, you're so
popular around here,

why don't you order
for both of us.

- Do you want the best?
- Why not?

Oysters Rockefeller and prime rib.

And we'll have a bottle of that
fancy French champagne too.

No, forget it.

I don't know if you're who I
think you are, but if you are...

I want you to have this.

Excuse me, sir. What
about your meal?

They'll eat it.

You ever worked East
L.A. before, kid?

I've never been to East L.A.

Jesus, I wondered who
ate these damn things.

Listen. At the hotel
this morning...

We obviously weren't there
for lunch. Who was that guy?

Just a guy I ran
into the other day.

How'd you know he was
going to be there?

Because that's my job.

Well, that's great, you know.

I'm supposed to be your partner
here. What about my job?

What about it?

Want to know what a real
criminal is, Ackerman?

It's the son of a bitch who
painted this car, that's who.

Yeah, that's what a
real criminal is.

- Pulovski.
- Max.

What are you doing here?

Can you imagine
defacing a work of art

like this with a colour like that?

Guy ought to have his ass removed.

I only been working here three
weeks. I don't need no trouble.

Did you hear what that
bitch said about my car?

Put it back in your pants, Loco.

With the taste you beaners
have, he was being kind.

Son of a bitch.

I hear you been running with
a pretty fast crowd, Max.

I just dropped by to remind you
how short your legs really are.

Hey, I have not let you down.

I've been clean for
over a year, so why

don't you stop looking
over my shoulder.

Pretty fancy machinery around
here, Max. I'm glad for you.

Anything less than kosher
comes in, you'll call, right?

- You know it, man.
- Good man.

David, where are you?

What are you talking
about? I'm right here.

No, you're not. You haven't
been here in a long time.

I just got a lot of shit
on my mind these days.

Here you are finishing
law school...

and I'm a Burglary cop in
scenic downtown Los Angeles.

You know that doesn't
matter to me.

Yeah, but I pick you
up after class...

and I see you with all those
fucking together guys...

with together lives, and I
just think sometimes...

you're wasting your time with me.

Don't make me feel like this.

I've always stood behind
every decision you've made.

I know that when there's
something wrong, you tell me.

But there's something going on
that you won't let me understand.

I think something's
gonna happen soon.

What's gonna happen?

I don't know.

Something.

You know, I've been chasing
around after you for days, sarge.

- What the hell are we doing here?
- This is where the fun starts.

Well... Order yourself
a drink, kid.

And watch your ass. If you
don't, somebody else will.

Excuse me.

Beer, please.

- Get that animal.
- Get him. Get him. Get him.

What are you doing?
You can't come here.

Listen, Little Felix.

With your second-hand information,
I keep showing up late...

and it's pissing me
off, understand?

Yeah.

Now, you're going
to give me the name

of that pigeon nesting
up at Strom's...

otherwise, you'll
be in deep shit. So

much, you won't be
able to see over it.

- You got that?
- Yeah.

I understand what you're
saying, Pulovski...

but if I'm paid, I'll
trade, you know?

Thank you, Pulovski.

Thank you very much,
man. I appreciate

that. You're all right in my book.

You want some? I
won't tell anybody.

Knock it off.

That'll be 2 bucks.

Hey.

You tell your partner Loco
was here. You got that, boy?

- Hey, wait a minute. Hey.
- Hey.

This is a crackdown.

Get back. Get back.

Now, all you people
driving without

auto insurance are
hereby under arrest.

I didn't know you were
into group sex, kid.

You bastard. Pulovski,
you fucking bastard.

This shit is talcum powder, man.

You fucking double-crossing
gringo pig bastard.

Oh, man.

[YELLS IN SPANISH]

I'm crying.

What? Got a little gas, kid? Too
many of those candied doughnuts.

They took my badge.

Fill out a report and
get another one.

All right, I'm going in there.
See if you can back me up.

God.

Hey. What are you doing?

Hey, you son of a
bitch. What the...?

You son of a bitch.
What are you doing?

Put me down, man.
I'm talking to you.

Put me down.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm the cop that's footing
your bills, that's what.

So you and me are gonna
make a little arrangement.

No way, man. I don't
deal direct with pigs.

No.

Put me down, man. Put me down.

Hey, no.

Shit.

Jesus. My fucking
beautiful Beemer.

You listen close, asshole.

I got enough to put you
away for a long vacation.

So like it or not, as of now
you're working for me, understand?

All right, all right. Anything you

say. Just put me down, all right?

All right. Just put
me down, right now.

Good. Good work, kid. Now
read them their rights.

Christ. What a dump.

You don't have to give it raves.
Here. Try that on for size.

- Cheers.
- You got suckered tonight, kid.

It'll happen again, but eventually
you'll learn to be prepared.

You still race?

Only on the freeway.
You got a light?

I don't smoke.

I told you, you gotta be prepared.

- Fucking gas company.
- Looks like you won some races.

Mostly local stuff. Small-time.

- Who's this, your wife?
- Ex.

Don't tell me. She hated racing.

She loved racing.
She just hated me.

- You got someone, kid?
- Yeah, I do.

That's good. Come on out back.

- Wow. '69 Norton?
- Yep.

Beautiful.

- '67 TR6 Triumph.
- You know your bikes, kid.

Very sweet.

I don't believe it.
You got a Deuce.

Yeah, my pride and joy.
Pride and joy right here.

Let me show you my shop. This is

where I do all my
tinkering around.

Oh, wow. A '48 FL.

Have a problem with this one.
Seems I'm better at riding it...

than I am at fixing it. This
son of a bitch don't run.

- Well, you got the key?
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Matches. How about that?

I told you so.

How about that? Hey, you're
pretty handy to have around, kid.

Hell, I got a whole yard full of
stuff you can start in on next.

I'm standing in front of
an East L.A. garage...

which is the latest
link in a chain of

six chop shops busted
by the L.A.P.D...

in the last three days.

This is Auto Theft
Detective Nick Pulovski.

You seem to have
gone out of your way

to ensure we were
here for these raids.

Well, that's right, ma'am.

I realise that
homicides and splashy

robberies get most
of the headlines...

but it's about time this crime
gets the attention it deserves.

It's impossible to
make a real dent.

But it is possible
to hurt individual

assholes who fuck
it up for everyone.

Now, I happen to know of a
prick that's responsible...

for the whole fucking operation...

and that son of bitch is hurting

out there, and I'm
fucking liking it.

This is Connie Ling...

We're going to be
moving on again, Liesl.

But first I have to tie
up a few loose ends.

Come on. It won't be so bad.

Sarah, if I die and
go to hell, it'll

look just like my parents' house.

- Good evening, Lloyd.
- How you doing?

- Well, home sweet home.
- David.

Sarah.

- Mum.
- Hello.

- Nice to see you.
- Nice to see you too.

Happy birthday.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- You look gorgeous.
- So do you.

- Thank you.
- Have fun.

- What happened to your face?
- Just cop stuff, Mum.

- Just cop stuff?
- Yeah.

Okay... Excuse me. Hello.

Happy birthday, Mum.

Good seeing you, David.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi.

- Getting a little?
- Why?

Nick.

Hey, kid.

I didn't know we were on a
first-name basis, but how are you?

Not bad.

Are you here to arrest my
mum for substance abuse?

Very funny. Very funny.

I want to know what the hell
you're doing on the force.

You've got it made here.

Your uncle says you've almost got

degrees in engineering
and economics.

So I gotta hear this
shit from you also?

Hey, lighten up, kid.
It's just a party.

- Who invited you?
- I did, David.

My son doesn't talk to
us much, Mr Pulovski.

If I hadn't seen
you on the news...

I wouldn't have known
who his partner was.

Let's take a walk.

You look like a man who likes
to get right to the point...

- so I'll be very direct.
- Why the hell not? Got a light?

Always given David
everything he wanted...

but lately he just
won't take anything.

It's as though he's cut
me off completely.

David's just not cut
out for this, Mr

Pulovski. He's not cut out for it.

I thought we were gonna be direct.

Yeah, so did I.

I want to guarantee
David's safety.

Mr Ackerman...

if you want a guarantee,
buy a toaster.

Hey, kid.

You tell your daddy next time
he needs a babysitter...

tell him to check
the yellow pages.

It's a lot cheaper.

Does he know he's not supposed to
smoke cigars in my house? David.

- Cigars are disgusting.
- I know. I know.

Fuck.

I guess we should get a cab, huh?

You're as adept at breaking into

houses as you are
into cars, Morales.

You know me. I like to keep sharp.

You want to talk about something?

It's over, Morales. You're over.

- What are you talking about?
- Shh...

I have no patience
for any more shit.

That cop was learning
too much too quickly.

You rely too much
on a non-existent

racial solidarity, Morales.

Just a few ounces of
the good stuff...

and your friend Little
Felix was singing to me...

like a canary with his
eyes plucked out.

No way.

I'm going to have to
leave the country

if I ever want a breath of air.

Between the cops and
those fucking Italians.

You've caused me a lot of trouble.

Come on, Strom. How can you
believe a guy like Felix?

Look, I gotta go.

Come on.

You took me for a ride.

Now it's your turn.

Ciao.

The body is unidentified, Nick.

From the description,
it sounds like...

the bird you had nesting in
the chop-shop operation.

That him, Nick?

Absolutely not. That ain't him.

Your plastic's not gonna help
you now, you lousy little fuck.

We could get in a lot
of hot water for this.

Relax, kid. Take your
mind off my work.

Think about that
little squeeze you had

at your daddy's bash
the other night.

Just shut up about her, all right?

Why don't we just
get a court order.

They wouldn't give us one.
This ain't our case, remember?

Then why the hell are we here?

We both recognised Morales'
body at the junk yard.

- You fucking lied to Garcia.
- I didn't lie to him.

I just didn't tell him the truth.

Oh, Christ. Don't patronise me.

Think I like dragging around after
you all day? I fucking hate it.

And I hate the way
you drive, and I

hate your stinking whiskey breath.

Well, I hate your uptight,

regulation-spouting,
Boy Scout horseshit.

And I hate the little fucking
creases in your pants.

And I hate these
fucking doughnuts.

These little ones with
the pinky shit on top.

Nobody eats that shit.

Who the hell asked
you anyway, huh?

Shut up. I got him.

Why do you want this guy so badly?

He killed my partner.

I know about that, but
I'm not buying it.

There's gotta be something else.

Listen, kid.

All my life, I've
been in a race...

whether it was on the
circuit or the force.

I always seem to
come up small-time.

Except all of a sudden now...

this guy Strom falls right
in my lap out of sheer luck.

Me and Powell, we
make him as king...

of the biggest chop-shop
operation in the Southland.

I'm wearing him down.
Do you hear me?

He's running on reserve. In fact,
his engine's gonna blow...

and I ain't gonna lose this one.

You can either stand
out of my way or

you can be my partner
and back me up.

Goddamn this son of a bitch.

Fuck this shit.

That's got it.

Wake up, kid.

We just hit the jackpot.

Good to see you, Mr Strom.
We really missed you.

Good luck on the tables tonight.

I stopped believing in
luck a long time ago.

Mr Strom.

Now listen carefully, paesan.

I am broke, desperate
and very pissed.

I know you stupid wops keep
over $2 million in there.

You know the combination.

Everybody, come on out.

All right. Up against the
wall, all of you. Come on.

How did you know?

That's what happens when you
live with a bug up your ass.

You did good, Alphonse.
Now get out of here.

Hold it right there.
That's far enough.

Shoot her.

Shoot her now.

Freeze.

Amateur.

Get the money.

- Ciao, pig.
- There's nothing in here.

What are we gonna do?

Improvise.

If you want him to die, shoot now.

There's already one dead cop
downstairs. Don't make it two.

Hold your fire. Don't shoot.

We can't let you out of
here. You know that.

Of course. In five seconds,
I'm pulling the trigger.

Five.

Four.

Three.

- Two.
- Hold your fire.

Let them out of the building.

Now listen to me.

This pig has cheated me out
of $2 million in cash.

That's exactly what you will
have for me in 24 hours...

if you ever want to
see him alive again.

Two million bucks? Are you
out of your fucking mind?

That's not pertinent, is it?

I'm taking this car out of here.

I'm going to be flipping
through all your frequencies.

If I hear one static peep about
following us, the pig dies.

Yeah, I hear you. How can we be
sure you won't kill him anyway?

You can't, can you?

Nick, goddamn it all to hell.

Freeze. Hold it.

Hold it.

What do you mean, no money?

I mean the commissioner
and the mayor...

decided not to set a
precedent inviting...

every maniac in this
city to kidnap someone.

Whatever the hell
we do, we're gonna

have to do it without $2 million.

- They'll kill him, goddamn it.
- Then they'll kill him.

He was gonna squeeze that
trigger. I saw it in his eyes.

They found the squad
car ditched in East

L.A., captain. Bad
guys are long gone.

You took it in the
back, didn't you?

They're not putting up the money.

Take a vacation.

Whatever happens...

I don't want to see your
face for at least two weeks.

Jump, Joey, jump. Jump. Jump.

Help me.

David, please. Help.

David.

David? David?

What happened to you?

What's going on?

It's time for me to
stop being scared.

And for other people to start.

I don't like this.

Well, nobody asked you to.

Just make sure you're there.

Take her down to the shop, Cruz.

Well, cop...

you wanted me so
badly, now you get

to spend your last
few hours with me.

Well, that makes me
feel warm all over.

You know, I'm curious
about one thing.

Why would a dumb
Polack like you think

he could outsmart someone like me?

It's just that the
arrogant fucking Kraut

like you is in the
firing line. That's...

Liesl.

That's no way to treat $2
million worth of merchandise.

Okay, Mr Strom. This place
is completely rigged.

Now, this little device
just works by sound.

Punch in the sequence anywhere
from within 200 yards...

enter it, and ba-boom,
she's sky-high.

Well, it looks like I
wasn't the one who

needed the longer
legs, huh, Pulovski?

I'm going to have to leave this
place real soon, thanks to you.

But when I go...

I go with a bang.

I'm looking for Loco Martinez.

Why don't you run
on home, or you'll

get hurt worse than
before, faggot.

Shit.

Come on.

Who's next, huh? You want
a piece of me? Come on.

Come on, motherfuckers. Come on.

Come on, motherfuckers.
Play fucking games?

- Come on. Come on.
- No.

Come on.

You gonna fuck with me?

Let's have a drink. You
fuckers thirsty, huh?

Have a drink.

Come on. Come on,
motherfuckers. Come on.

Let's get hot.

You can't do this, man. You're
a cop. You're a fucking cop.

That's right. Tell
me where I can find

Loco or I'll blow
your brains out...

and leave you here to burn.

I don't know where Loco runs, man.

Bullshit.

I swear on the Virgin,
nobody knows.

- What about Little Felix?
- Third and Howard, man.

He runs a cleaners
at Third and Howard.

Third and Howard, huh?

I never did pay you for that beer.

Come on. This way. This way.

I want the money in a
single black suitcase.

I will call later to inform
you of the drop-off spot.

There will be a man
there to pick it up.

And then after, you
will follow him to...

Wait a minute.

Pulovski has to be
at the drop off.

So that your sharpshooters can
pick off my man and take the pig?

Who do you think
you're talking to?

No Pulovski, no drop off.

Damn it. This guy is serious.

You listen to me. We got no
time, no money and no leverage.

You don't get it, do you,
Ray? Pulovski's dead already.

He just doesn't know it yet.

Yeah?

I'm giving you one last chance.
You do as I say or the pig dies.

Okay, we'll do it,
but I want to hear

Pulovski's voice, and I mean now.

It's for you.

Try and be smart.

- Nick. Nick, are you there?
- Yeah, I'm here.

You damn fool. I told you
to get off this case.

But no, you had to be
your stupid, stubborn...

son of a bitch self.
Look where it got you.

Now, you boys just take it
easy and save your money.

I've got these people
right where I want them.

You seem like a man with
a fairly adequate IQ.

I hope you respect
my capabilities more

than your unreasonable
friend here.

Further instructions will follow.

Sounds like Nick's got
them outnumbered.

Candy-gramme for Mr Mongo.

Get the fuck back.

Police. Police.

Shit.

Move. Move.

That's great. This is all
I fucking need right now.

Police brutality complaints
have been pouring in...

from the East L.A.
division all morning.

Seems like a cop
assaulted an entire

bar down there and burnt it down.

From the descriptions,
sounds like David Ackerman.

- Ackerman?
- Yeah.

That damn yellow rookie.

I tried him at home.
His girlfriend

answered, worried as hell.

Said he'd run off last night,
hasn't heard from him since.

Listen up. I need two volunteers
that know David Ackerman's face.

Wang. Lance. Get in an unmarked
and go out looking for him.

I want that fresh-faced
punk picked up on sight.

Lieutenant, give us a break.

It's not just a job. It's
a fucking adventure.

Excuse me. You can't
go back there.

- Our expectations are that...
- Okay,

everybody out. The party's over.

What, do you want me to fax
it to you? Let's go. Come on.

Go on.

What do you think you're doing?

You've been all over
television. Where you been?

I need $2 million...

in four and a half hours.

That's it, then.

You continue making
mistakes, and I

have to spend my life
paying for them.

A man is going to die.

I didn't come to you
because you're my father.

I came to you because you're the
richest person that I know.

Who do you think
you're punishing, huh?

Putting yourself out
where you could

get killed. I've
already lost a son.

- You can't know how that feels.
- He was my brother.

You're my only son. It's your
responsibility to be here for us.

My responsibility?

Where were you when I was in pain?

Where were you when I was hurting?

I've always given you
everything you wanted.

But you were never there for me,
Dad. Were you angry with me?

Did you blame me for something?

Well, I don't know, and I really
don't give a fuck any more.

I'm through making mistakes.

You couldn't buy me, Dad, but you

can sure as hell buy me some time.

I'll do it.

With a condition.

You forgive yourself.

You do what you gotta do...

and when it's over, you quit,
give yourself a decent life.

- Deal?
- No.

This is my life. This is my job.

Help me.

Any chance of getting
a glass of water?

You think you're a
real man, don't you?

A real tough American guy.

Pigs are all alike.

Without their badges,
they're only half-men.

Without their guns,
they're nothing at all.

Are you any different?

I said, are you any different?

You better be.

Because I hate anything useless.

When something is no good to me...

I just cut it off
and throw it away.

It tastes like fear, pig.

Now I'll have something
to remember you by...

when you're dead.

Pure silver. Strom wears
an identical one.

When one of us dies, the other
takes his own life with it.

Romantic. Isn't it?

Bite it.

Bite it.

Don't lose it.

- Sarah.
- David, where are you?

Never mind. Are you okay?

Am I okay? Everybody's
worried sick about you.

Your parents have been calling all

day long. Lieutenant
Garcia's here.

He says half the force
is out looking for you.

Okay. All right, look,
everything's fine.

Stay with the lieutenant.
Tell him I'll

be there soon to
explain, all right?

All right, I'll tell
him. I love you, David.

Admiring the view, Ackerman?

Lieutenant, that was David.
He'll be here in a minute.

That's great. Thank you, Sarah.

Is decaf okay? David
hates caffeine.

Decaf's fine.

Don't worry. A
couple more years...

and David will be a speed
freak like us old-timers.

Christ. I don't know
what you've been

up to, but Garcia is pissing fire.

He wants you downtown,
like, yesterday.

Garcia isn't at headquarters.

Sure as hell is. He called us
from there five minutes ago.

I gotta get home right now.

No, you're coming
downtown right now.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Ackerman.

- What are you doing?
- So long, guys.

Ackerman.

It's a nice place you
got here, Sarah.

You got a washer,
dryer, everything.

Me, I gotta go to the cleaners.

I was just there, as
a matter of fact.

Get out of the way. Move.

Watch it. Get off the sidewalk.

Move your ass.

Lieutenant?

Coffee's ready.

- Officer Raymond Garcia.
- As you'll see,

his comments were
quite unorthodox.

All I can say is, we're
gonna do our best.

Everything that can
be done to ensure

Pulovski's safety is being done.

Oh, shit.

Bitch.

Damn you.

Bitch.

Just for that, I'm gonna
make it hurt, bitch.

No. No.

Come on, boy.

Goddamn it.

I needed him alive.

Then I should've let him kill you.

If I wanted him dead, I
would've shot him myself.

Maybe next time, you aim
for the kneecaps, huh?

I was aiming for the kneecaps.

Come here. It's okay.

It's okay.

You want to know what a
real criminal is, Sarah?

What are you talking about, David?

Anyone who would deface a work of
art with a colour like that...

ought to have his ass removed.

Third van's in place, Mr Strom.

Good. Get up there, help
Liesl with the pig...

get your car and you're
out of here. Get ready.

- What about Loco?
- Loco? Loco hasn't called in.

You handle it yourself,
and I save 50 grand.

Move.

We are moving, babe.

I think this little beauty
here is gonna do me just fine.

I'll see you later.

Going on a little trip, are we?

Chill or die, asshole.

Now, you don't wanna go wasting $2

million worth of
merchandise, do you?

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Damn it, Liesl.

Hey, cop. Are you listening to me?

There's no time for
any more of this.

I wanted to keep you for
insurance, but now it's too late.

If you want to live,
drop your gun.

All right. Have it your way.

Don't lose it.

Fuck.

What the hell are you doing here?

- I thought you were dead.
- You should be so lucky.

That's twice you've let me
down, kid. Where's your key?

I'm gonna cut you a little
slack. Who's your backup?

You're my backup.

You're a real precocious kid. I
could almost get to like you.

Wait a minute. I was
starting to enjoy that.

Pervert.

Hey, Nick, what the
hell's going on?

Two hundred yards.

All right, you
troublesome bastards.

Get in the car.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- Get in the fucking car.

Say goodbye to your Polack.

- Fasten your seat belt.
- Are you fucking crazy?

Fasten your seat belt.

Holy shit.

Engineered like no other car.

I told you to fasten
your seat belt.

You all right, kid?

I don't know.

- Are we done yet?
- No, we're not done...

but you are.

What the hell's that
supposed to mean?

Means you did real great back
there, and I'm very appreciative.

But I'm going after
that son of a bitch,

and I won't need you
watching my ass.

Wait a minute. While you had

what's-her-name sitting
on your face...

She did not sit on my face.

Whatever. Look.

I've been kicking ass
and taking names,

trying to save your fucking hide.

I'll probably get busted by
the first cop that sees me.

You got a right to remain silent.
You got a right for an attorney.

Fuck you, Nick.

Your daddy will be
able to make bail.

My daddy was ready to
bail one of us out.

Two million dollars for your ass.

You tell him I'm obliged.

Oh, he didn't do it for you, Nick.

I did it for you.

This is ridiculous.

We'll never see Pulovski alive.

There's a light-coloured van
coming around the corner.

Captain, look.

That's it. Let him in.

Get the barricades open. Open up.

- All right, get ready.
- This is it. Sir.

In position.

Get ready to grab
the son of a gun.

Ready?

What the hell?

Ray, what the hell's going on?

We didn't think we would
have it in time...

but we do.

Give us a chance.

Look at it.

Hold everything.

We just bought 2 million
bucks' worth of time.

He's on the move. Let's get
this damn show on the road.

Nick.

What the...?

I saw you die.

Welcome to hell, asshole.

What the hell's going on?

Who the hell knows, but we're
gonna back him up on it.

There's a turn up ahead.
You say left or right.

One mistake, I'll give you a smile
you keep the rest of your life.

Right. Right, man, right.

Where you been
rehearsing that stuff?

Oh, I'm done rehearsing.

Good boy. Very good boy.

Strom would never send you out
without an escape route planned...

so we're gonna lose
the cops, understand?

They aren't moving.

- What's going on?
- Who the hell knows.

Let's check it out.

I'll be damned.

Give him the keys.

Get in.

This thing isn't
here for decoration.

You've been calling in. Call now.

Hey, man, they've been calling me.

That's bullshit, and you know it.

If you think about getting cute...

I'll blow that shit you call
brains all over my partner here.

You're behind schedule.
What's going on?

There was a delay, but I'm cool.

- I'll be there in 15.
- Ten.

Shit all over your partner?

- Are you ready?
- Two minutes.

Do you have it?

It's all here.

Good work.

- Strom.
- Goodbye.

Liesl.

Here's the interest.

Split off.

Lousy bitch.

I better get Strom.

Out. Out. Out.

Police officer.

Get out of the way.
I'm a police officer.

Move.

Move. Move.

Move.

Get out of the way. Move.

Move.

Police officer. Get back.

Get out. Get out
of the way, bitch.

Out.

Out. Out.

Move it.

Get down. Get down.

Move.

Hold it right...

Amateur.

He's got a gun.

Goodbye.

Strom.

I guess...

you're gonna have to
call the ambulance, cop.

I don't think so.

A man's gotta live up to his word.

There's gotta be a hundred reasons
why I don't blow you away...

but right now I
can't think of one.

You know that security guard only
had five bullets in his gun?

How about that?

Didn't I ever tell you
you should always...

aim for the heart?

I was aiming for the heart.

That's my brand.
Where'd you get that?

Your house.

I picked it up the same
time I borrowed your bike.

It's nothing I can't fix.

Well, you're so good
at fixing things...

maybe you'll fix me a light.

The story of my life.

Hey, Dave. Sorry to
hear about Nick, man.

I always told Pulovski he'd get it

someday, and he didn't believe it.

Tough break for Pulovski.

Keep trying, fellas.

How's it going, Ray?

Nick. Where's the lieutenant?

- You're looking at him.
- What happened to Garcia?

He got kicked upstairs. You
got a problem with that?

No, not at all. That's just fine.

You look pretty nice sitting
behind that desk there.

That's Lieutenant
Pulovski to you or else

you'll be back on
parking-metre duty.

- You got that?
- I got that.

I'm never too far from
your thoughts, am I?

My nightmares is more like it.

And keep that motorcycle out of my

parking place or I'll
have it impounded.

And get your ass off my desk.
You don't park here either.

Listen, Nick...

Excuse me, lieutenant, sir...

I ran a make on
that guy we've been

seeing all over town.
Turns out to be...

Excuse me. This is a
private conversation.

This is Heather Torres.

Heather Torres? Nice
to meet you, Heather.

Anyway, it's the
same guy Homicide...

That's your new partner.

Let her back in, David. Now.

I've been going through
the files here.

Torres' test scores
are outstanding.

Better than yours.

- She's perfect.
- Oh, yeah?

Then why is her badge
on upside down?

I'd get yourself a backup.

Keep it.

Thanks.

Are you two gonna stand here
all day and bust my chops?

Get out there and arrest
somebody. Or something.

Why the hell not?

Looks a little wet behind those
ears. Thought you could use this.

You know what they say
about those virgins?

Yeah, I know all about it.