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Down! Everybody
down! Get on the floor! Get down!

Okay, people. He's inside.
This one's real.

Hold on. Please, no! Hold on.

Open the register! Open the
register, I'm not gonna tell you again!

- Open the register! Open it now!
- Please, no.

Reese, Cusack,
move in from the right.

Ready here, jefe.

Hurry up! Open the register!
Give me the money!

- Lloyd, Reese. Move in.
- Give me the money!

- Load up, Larson.
- On the way.

Open the
register! Give it to me. Hurry up!

Don't hurt me, please.

There's got to be more.
There's got to be more!

Okay, guys, come in closer.
We got him in the act.

Okay, man, let's take care
of this shit.

Give me some more money!

God damn it,
give me some more money!

Give me the rest of the money!
Give me the rest of the money!

No more money!

- No money! No money!
- Where is it?

Get the fuck out of here.

Somehow I just don't believe
you gave me all the money.

Get down! Get down!

Stay right where
you are, everybody!

Stay where you are!

- Stay where you are!
- Freeze, police!

All right!

Reese is down. Reese is down.

To Reese and a speedy
fucking recovery.

- Salud!
- To Reese.

Hey, you still got a place for
him on the team, right, Vaughn?

You heard the doctor.

Yeah. He's gonna have
to learn to walk again.

I can't use anybody
that's less than 100%.

Yeah, you know, you're right.

It stinks, but you're right.

He was good. Reese was good.

He was the best.

If he was the best, he wouldn't
have gotten popped, would he?

Where are we gonna find
another guy like Reese?

That's what I wanna know.

At least he didn't go home
in a box.

I got somebody in mind.

Hey, three more of these, huh?

Lloyd's buying.

To Reese!

- To Reese.
- To Reese.

- To Reese.
- Asshole.

Damn it, Jeff!
I'm calling for backup.

Fuck the backup, Mike!

Breaking a restraining order
just chasing this guy.

- Then what the hell are we doing here?
- Getting the job done.

Payton!

- Shit!
- Come on! You're in the wrong lane! Jesus!

Get out of my way!

Watch out for the
car! Watch out for the...

Oh, shit!

Crazy fuck!

Move it!

Stupid son of a...

Pull over!

Fuck you!
Someone's gotta stop me!

I'll stop you, you fuck!

- Pull over!
- Stop me!

I'll stop you!

This is Unit 16, R-21.

Officer needs assistance on
the corner of 12th and Maple.

Request immediate backup.

Don't you fucking move!

You did it, didn't you, Eddie?

You know where the
Chandler kid is, don't you?

I just couldn't help myself.

Ow!

Is he alive? Is he alive?

- Where's the fucking Chandler kid?
- Punish me!

Stop it, stop it, Jeff!

You fucking fuck!
Did you kill him?

- Did you kill the kid?
- Stop it!

Don't do this! Stop it, Jeff!

It's over!

- Did you kill him, Eddie?
- It's over!

You sick, fucking son of a bitch!

It's over, man!

The fact that you were right about the
Chandler boy doesn't excuse anything.

You know what I hate about
working for Internal Affairs, Powers?

That you can't keep our balls
in a jar on your desk?

I hate that this job
is political

and that when I got a loose
cannon like you just begging for jail,

someone upstairs
can say, "Not Sustained".

I had your badge in my pocket,

so wherever they're sending you,
you better toe the line,

because, next time,
you won't be so lucky.

Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.

That's all.

Have a nice day.

- Vaughn?
- Hey, hey, hey!

What the hell
have you been up to?

- Not watching you enough, amigo.
- Oh.

It makes me look bad,

my old partner stepping
in shit with the I.A.

Didn't you learn anything
from me, kid?

- I can take care of myself.
- Bullshit!

I pulled every favor
I had to get I.A. off this.

- You got me...
- Free and clean.

Unit I'm with
has a lot of juice.

The boys upstairs like our work.

Son...

I think you're ready
for a special assignment.

- I'm listening.
- Yeah. That'd be a fucking first.

Look, uh...

We're having a little barbecue.

Here's the when and where.

Come on out. Meet the guys.

All right,
let's go down here.

Trust me, amigo.

You're made for this one.

All right, step right down
this hallway.

Hey, Cap, I said blood rare.

The way I look at it, any
steak that isn't burnt to a crisp

is blood fucking rare.

Well, not for Danny.
You know he likes his meat raw

and on the hoof.

With tire marks
still on it, huh?

Hell, that's the only meal
to serve a posse like us.

Damn straight! You ladies take
after me, you might turn into real men.

Yeah, right.

Are you saying
you'd rather have roadkill

instead of my gourmet
hand-grilled, top-of-the-line steaks?

You better think carefully,
Vaughn, you know? I'm still your C.O.

- Here's to the best cook in town.
- Cheers, salud!

Cheers.

You cut it pretty close with
Payton. I.A. had you cold.

Yeah. Yeah. I know.
They told me.

Listen, Cap...

- Thanks for covering for me.
- We've never done that before,

but we got you out because you're a
prime candidate for an elite assignment.

You can walk away anytime.

I can get you reassigned
to homicide in another division.

Nobody'll ever hold it
against you.

Well, Cap, I don't even know
what this special assignment is yet.

I know.

I just didn't want you to feel
that we had a gun to your head.

Talk to Vaughn. He'll lay
the whole thing out for you.

But first

help me load up another ice chest.

- Yes, sir.
- Hey, Bob, here we come!

Get out of the way. Here we come.

Come
on, Bob. Get out of the way!

- Bobby, move your ass!
- Yeah!

Hey, I know he's your boy, jefe,

but I don't think he's right
for the squad.

You know, he's a grandstander.
Likes to make the play himself.

We need a team player.

He wouldn't even be on the
force if I.A.D. had their way.

I looked at his jacket.

Got almost 20 beefs.

Yeah. Most of them
not sustained.

What's the problem?

Well, the rest of us
managed to get on the

squad with only one or
two scrapes with I.A.D.

Yeah, think of the
squad, Dan. I mean, come on, man!

Every time we make a collar,
we're in the frying pan, you know?

We need to do everything cleaner
and better than the other cops.

Powers can't take orders...

Period.

A guy like that is gonna get
somebody killed.

Better listen to Larson, Danny.

Look, I know the guy. I partnered with
him when he was a cherry gold shield.

I'm telling you.

I trust him in a fire fight
like I trust any one of you.

Look at his street record.
He takes care of business.

Sounds like Powers is better for
the squad than we are.

He kill his quota
for two black guys yet?

This is the best gig I ever had.

We put away the bad guys.

I don't want anybody fucking it up.

Yeah, you know,
Cusack's right for a change.

Hey, gracias, amigo.

Hey, bandejo,I said for a change, right?

We are the best of the best.

We give these repeat offenders
a second chance, you know?

We give them a choice, they
can either go to jail or leave town.

Or die trying.

Look, when I say he's a good
man, I know what I'm talking about.

Back then, we were involved
in a shooting.

And it went down the way it had
to, but by the time I.A. shit all over it,

I could've kissed
my pension goodbye.

The kid stood up for me,
covered me.

He belongs here, people.
He wants to try.

I want him on the team.

Hey, super cop.

There he is.

- Pretty good.
- He's all yours.

Hey, boss.
Cap said you'd fill me in.

Play a little game
with me, amigo.

Okay, but won't
your wife object?

Fuck you.

Imagine, being able
to catch the perp,

gun in his hand,
doing the crime,

every single bust you make.

Imagine the force
being more interested

in putting away the bad guy

than covering their ass.

Oh, yeah, right. What
have you been drinking?

Imagine a world where you can
draw your weapon when you want

and you don't have to yell,
"Police", till you pick your spot.

My imagination's not that good.

Doesn't have to be, kid.
It's real.

I live in it every day.

Yo!

Bull's eye!

We're called S.I.S. Special
Investigation Section. Come on! Let's go!

You met the guys.
Now you're watching them work.

They're good. Wouldn't wanna
have 'em against me.

That's the point. Let's go.

I'm not talking Klan bullshit.
I'm not talking neo-Nazi bullshit.

We're not some fucking
rogue outfit.

We're an official unit

operating under
official department policy. Go!

We're hunter-trackers.

A ten-man squad working
around-the-clock surveillance.

We target
high-profile criminals,

track 'em until they commit
another felony...

Just felonies?

No loose change.

We want to put these boys away
for a long time...

A long time!

These are the pricks
we're targeting now.

That's surveillance
footage of Billy Nash.

He's casing the bank.

These are bad boys.

They rob banks, hurt people,
that's their job.

- Our job's to stop 'em.
- What, with pictures?

You're thinking
like a beat cop, kid.

This is real surveillance.

Crooks like this develop.
We follow 'em,

learn how they work,
shut 'em down.

That's pretty intense. How many
cases you guys work on at a time?

One... Till we put him away.

One?

Well, how come I never
heard of the S.I.S. before?

We're low-profile, amigo.

Officially, the mayor doesn't
even know we exist... Officially.

- You guys want me on this squad?
- Yeah!

I don't know. Everybody's
got me down as bad news.

I'm not exactly
what you would call elite.

Ah, you been working
with the wrong people, Jeff.

What used to get you in trouble will
get you a round of beers with S.I.S.

Hey, Cap.

Is Vaughn making everything
sound attractive, Powers?

Yeah. Oh, yeah!
Where the fuck do I sign?

Hey, let's back up a minute.

This squad doesn't
have any cowboys on it.

Can't afford the risk.

Now, I know your record, Jeff.

So do all the guys in the squad.

So if I let you in,

you better fly right.

We operate under
strict guidelines.

Mistakes mean coming home
in a bag.

Loud and clear, Cap.

If I fuck up here, it's not just my
ass, I got a team depending on me.

You're right, Dan. I like him.

We got two rules in the S.I.S.,
Detective Powers.

We target the most
dangerous criminals,

take those animals
off the street for good.

Got it. What's the second rule?

We keep quiet.

Welcome to the S.I.S.,
Detective.

Thank you.

Thanks.

- I won't let you down.
- All right.

- So you gonna work all night?
- If you don't let me finish.

Three sentences, and this
prostitution piece hits the late edition.

Whatever.

Still, it's nice to have someone
to come home to.

You know, I don't mind being a house
husband. Comma. You know what I mean?

Yeah. Don't start.

What? I didn't say anything...
Not even Vegas.

No. We are not getting married.

You were the one who said
we shouldn't have to choose

between our jobs and each
other, and you were right.

I'm always right, I hate it.

I mean, it's tough enough
as it is.

Do you know how hard
it is for a crime reporter

to come home and listen to
all the stuff that you bring home

and not use it in a story?

We made a deal, right?

Nothing leaves the room, that way we
can blow off steam and not worry about it.

Mm-hm. Then explain
Eddie Payton.

Who?

Oh, very smooth, Powers.

Eddie Payton, you know, the sick
bastard you lost your badge over.

- Look...
- Max told me that he left a message

so I could get some photos.

Nobody knew when they
were gonna release Payton but...

Look...

Lo and behold, you were there and
my answering machine was rewound.

He chops up little kids, Kelly.

Yes, he's a psychotic
shit, Jeff.

That doesn't change
what you did.

I'm sorry, okay?

I mean it. I... I crossed the
line and it won't happen again.

Well...

I don't know
if that's good enough.

Oh, yeah?

By the way, bright eyes,

I didn't lose my badge,
I just got reassigned.

Where?

Kelly, do you really
wanna talk shop now?

Where was I?

You were about to
apologize my brains out.

Mm-hm.

Sheila, I'm home!

But you're not, are you?

Hey, baby. You miss me yet?

You wanna come back?

You even think about me?

I think about you, baby

every time I call
the liquor locker

for another fucking delivery.

Remember that kid, Powers?

Just stuck my neck out for him.

Hope he makes it.

You never stuck
your neck out for me.

What?

Oh, right! Right.

You couldn't live with it.

With what?

My life?

I miss you so bad...

So bad.

Sheila?

Come on home, honey.

Ooh.

I'll treat you good.

I'll treat you so good, baby.

Jesus, I miss you.

Mm.

Oh, Sheila.

Oh, baby, please come home.

All right, Vince, you know what,
you gotta do what you doing, Vince?

- I got the door.
- You got the door? What you doing, Mary?

I'm doing everything, baby.
You can just stay in the car.

Well, you better make sure your ass
get the cash, you know what I'm saying?

Okay, Center to Quarterback,
ball is headed your way.

Repeat, ball is headed your way.

Copy, center.
Quarterback has the ball.

Ooh!

Billy Nash. Ugly as a knife!

Yeah, that's them.

I make five.

Here we go.

You run the computer
on these guys, boss?

Not our job, amigo.
We track 'em and sack' em.

Punch 'em up, kid.

Yes, sir.

Hey, man, why does she
have to come along anyway?

She's my bitch.
I'll take care of her.

Hey, man. You make sure you keep
Daisy's ass planted in the back seat.

She'll be cool, man.
Just knock it off.

Nash has an outstanding
felony rap in Texas.

Assault and battery.

We can bag him right now
and move on to the next bad buy.

Fuck Texas.

Hand 'em over to Texas, they'll be
out and back in L.A. in six months.

We'll have to do this shit
all over again.

Hey, Mike, you okay?

You look like you partied
a little hard last night, buddy.

I can handle it, Dan.

Looks like they're slowing
down to check out the bank.

Just a bunch of bright-eyed kids
looking to open up that first account.

Fullback, this is Quarterback.
Pick up the ball.

Roger that,
Quarterback. Fullback has the ball.

Listen. I'm gonna
circle back around.

Roger that. Center has the ball.

Hey, you make sure you get the
cash. Bitch, quit running your mouth.

So how do you know
they're gonna do it?

I don't, kid. They got an MO.

Steal a car, use at the bank,

and switch back to their own.

If they steal a car, hotshot,
we know it's showtime.

Last few minutes are always
the longest.

Park the damn car, Johnny.
Come on!

Rock and roll!

Center to team, the ball is in
play. Repeat, the ball is in play.

Maroon Lincoln. We
will carry the ball to the end zone.

We have five players
on the visiting team.

Copy, Center. Quarterback
moving in. Close off the back doors.

Ready to go in, kid?

- Now? Nash isn't even here yet.
- Surprise, surprise.

I don't know.

Sounds a little like entrapment
to me, you know, boss?

We're not asking them to rob the
fucking bank. We just know they will.

Let's go save some lives.

Mike, give Angel some backup. I
don't want that Lincoln getting away.

Hey, buddy. Get your head
out of your ass.

Dan, look. There's too many fucking people
in that bank. Somebody's gonna get killed.

I don't have time for this shit. You want
out or you wanna do your fucking job?

Yeah. All right. I'm in.

- You see hardware, don't wait for me.
- Copy that, boss.

Bet you lunch Nash
takes Mary in, baby and all.

Oh, shit. You still
owe me from the Steelers game.

Double or nothing.

Okay, but not McDonald's.

If these guys
weren't so fucking scary, they'd be funny.

The loco system, huh?

Hitting a bank
on a Friday afternoon.

Sounds like something your
homeboys would do, bendejo.

Hey, Cusack,
it's against regulations

to make racial remarks
against your fellow officers,

you inbred,
white trash motherfucker.

You through trashing my family
and ready for these guys, grease ball?

I was born ready, gringo.

We'll make this quick.
We'll be in and out.

You chickenshit me, boy,
and I'll hunt you down.

Come on, man. I'm gonna break
my fucking water out here.

Don't lose the baby, sugar.

Shit, Nash
never takes three of 'em.

Vaughn's a man short.

Doesn't matter.
Our gig's the Lincoln, anyway.

Besides, Vaughn'll say two
against three just sharpens his edge.

Let's do it.

- Wait for my cue, huh?
- Yeah, baby.

Daisy, put that down!
Nash'll get pissed.

Now, Mary.

Everybody down!

- Get down!
- Police, freeze!

Let's get the fuck out of here!

Go, go!

Si, si, si!

All units in the
vicinity, we have a 211 in progress

at the Bank Of America.

Dispatch, cancel 211.
Repeat. Wild fire on scene.

Mary!

Stay down!

Police! Show me your hands!
Put your hands on the dash!

Hands on the dash!

Johnny!

There's a kid in the car!

No, don't!

Everybody, stay down!
Stay on the floor!

I'll call an ambulance.

Hey, Larson, don't touch
the crime scene, man.

What are you doing, hermano?

I didn't see nothing.

That's where it would be
if we were slow.

Oh, Jesus!

Empty.

- The fucking gun was empty!
- Take it easy.

Why the fuck did you
do that, huh?

Why the fuck did you do that,
you stupid fuck?

- Lloyd!
- The fucking gun was empty!

Hey! Cool it, man.

Jesus, look at this! Look!

- Take it easy.
- She's just a fucking little girl!

- Take it easy.
- Not out here!

You fucking tell me why
we didn't arrest them?

- Not out here. Not out here!
- Why?

Don't you fucking move!
Don't move!

Put it down. Think about it.

Think about it.

Dan...

I...

I just can't do this
anymore, man.

I... I just want out. That's
all I want.

Mike.

- Get him in the fucking car!
- Get him in the car!

Get him out of here.

Get him the hell out of here.

All you guys, get out of here.

Come on, let's clean
up this shit. Go on, move!

Roger, we copy!

Let's move it!

Kelly Daniels, LA Chronicle.
Can I talk to her?

She's in bad shape.
It's like a war zone in there.

- It's lucky more cops didn't get hit.
- They were inside the bank?

Yeah, and this lady's gonna be
inside the morgue if we don't move.

- Captain Keller.
- Kelly, this is a secure area, all right?

Then can I have some help here?

Same ol' Kelly.
Fastest scanner in the west.

That's right, Bill.
What do you...

Listen, give me a few minutes,
will ya? I'm not even up to speed yet.

Well, what do you have so far?

All I know is, we've got five bad
guys down, one guard, one civvy.

Five down and it's
an officer-involved shooting?

Captain?

Bill?

Call me in my office.
I'll get back to you later.

Your office?

Bill, what's the deal?

Excuse me, can I ask you
a few questions?

I'm sorry, ma'am.
Ask the officer in charge.

Uh, Kelly Daniels, LA Chronicle.

Thought I knew most of the
plainclothes guys around here.

You're a new face, Detective...

You really should refer your
questions to the officer in charge, ma'am.

Oh, I thought you were
in charge.

You sure
shut Bill Keller down in a hurry.

Mind telling me why there
were officers inside the bank?

Please speak to the officer
in charge.

I'm not gonna say it again.

Are you IA? Feds? Intelligence?

Have a very nice day.

Okay, let me see
what you got, Larson.

Okay, let me see.

Larson, let me see
what you got, please.

Shit! God damn it, Larson!
That's three times in a row, man.

When are you guys gonna
start to learn to play with fifties?

Yeah, listen to him.

Guy gets lucky three times,
he wants to raise the stakes.

Hey, jefe, what's with Powers?

He's finding his balance.

- What's his problem?
- Hey, hot shot, remember your first time?

I was wonderful.

Yeah, you were cleaning puke
off your boots for a week, cowboy.

I remember that.

You all right, amigo?

Yeah, sure, why not?

Well, we went through
some heavy shit today.

You didn't even
try to arrest them.

That's right.

I saw a threat and answered
with necessary force.

Yeah, but you didn't even
identify yourself.

No, you did. Almost got
yourself capped.

Yeah.

You know, we go a long way back.

I don't wanna have to cover for
you again, not after all this time.

What? Should I have waited for them
to take a hostage, or shoot the guard?

You're right.

You're right.

Come on, have a drink
with the guys.

- I just didn't expect to kill them all.
- That's the job.

We might look like scumbags,
but we're the best there is.

- Oh, yeah.
- Plus, we'll be watching your back.

He's right, amigo.
So you better be nice to us.

Nice to you? Diane will be nice
to you. Here, I got the next round.

Oh, great.

Hey, Richie, I want
a Cuba libre, man.

And put some Cuba in it
this time, okay?

- I'll have a scotch, baby.
- Three beers.

All right, deal me in.

I like the new kid.

Kid? Jesus Christ,
with this kid shit.

Hey! Hey! Hey, open up!

Oh, that's life, amigo.

Ah, it's all bullshit.

Nice night!

I'm gonna have to go into
training if I'm gonna drink with you guys.

Hey, baby, you're home late.

- And you've had a few.
- A couple.

- So, were you working late on a story?
- Maybe, I don't know.

Who was that guy you
came out of the bar with?

That was Detective Dan...

How do you know?

I met him at
the B of A shooting.

He walked around the crime
scene like he owned the place,

shut down one of my best
department sources,

and then he wouldn't even
tell me his name.

What are you...
Are you spying on me?

No, I'm spying on Vaughn.

I would like to know how
you're connected to him.

You're starting to sound an
awful lot like a reporter here.

I am a reporter, Jeff!

Not with me, remember?
Nothing leaves the room, right?

Well, something just came
into the room. Seven victims.

Seven victims, no arrests,
just seven body bags.

Five perpetrators.
Get your facts straight.

And your drinking buddy

wants to keep a lid on it.

Look, if I don't ask, Jeff, the paper's
just gonna send somebody else to do it.

Fine, Kelly. Let 'em. Then
I can tell them to go to hell

- without ruining my life.
- Oh, come on, Jeff!

Look, I got an early briefing
in the morning.

I'll just sleep
on the couch, okay?

All right, gentlemen, park 'em.

Let's get down to business.

Old business...

The I.A. and the O.I.S. have
ruled the bank shooting was clean.

There will be
no further inquiries.

- I'd like to ask a question, if I may?
- Huh?

Maybe I'll wait till later.

I'll wait till later.

I understand
from the hospital that...

Detective Lloyd will be okay.

But he may not be returning
'cause he's considering retirement.

Which is a
good time to mention that stress

is as real a hazard on this job
as gunfire. So don't macho it out.

If you feel uptight,
come and see me.

The department can help.
Okay, concluding old business...

Oh, yeah, now I
remember what I wanna talk about.

I wanna talk about my
promotion, pay raise, the pension,

the many things that have been promised me
over the years that I never really got...

Hey, I got your raise, all right? I
got your raise.

Continuing...

Detective Sergeant Jeff Powers
has been officially partnered

with Dan Vaughn
on a permanent basis.

Hey, hey, hey!

All right, gentlemen,
new business.

After a brief 18-month vacation,

at taxpayer's expense,

Alberto Torres,

Raymond Chavez, and Luis Herrera

have been returned
to the streets of LA.

Obviously, you all
remember them.

Well, we made a few mistakes
the last time we took them down.

Yeah, we left them breathing.

Cusack, the wrong person hears a joke like
that and this section will be all done.

This isn't some third-world
death squad. Secure that crap!

Gentlemen...

What we have here
are three serial rapists,

specializing in ambushing
young girls in their van.

We know they rape.
They brag about it in prison.

But the best we've
gotten them on is battery

because nobody
caught them in the act.

Their victims

are too scared to testify. So...

Misters Torres, Chavez,
and Herrera

are out again

looking for a good time.

Let's give them more
than they bargained for.

All right, dismissed.

Powers!

Vaughn tells me you've
been dating a crime reporter.

Yeah. Yeah, uh...

Don't worry about that, Cap.
You know, we don't talk shop.

Well, I don't like it.

Remember, we work in
a low-profile around here.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Don't worry, Cap. He
won't shit where he eats.

Vaughn, I want
Torres and his crew.

I've got a daughter of my own.

So when you take
them down this time,

make it stick.

Loud and clear, Cap.

Loud and clear.

Hey, there's some puta there.

She's too fucking old, man! Let's get
something fresh. You know what I mean, man?

Give me that, man. What do you
think, you're sucking on my dick?

Fuck you, man! You wish
your dick tasted this good.

Hey, how do you know what
dick tastes like?

Fuck you too, man!

Hey, what are we doing,
talking about vergas?

I want me some Mexican puss.

Give me the joint, man.

Homeboy's smoking crack
like it was a sport.

Loose change, amigo.

We want these assholes
going down hard.

- You got a laser sight on that thing?
- Yeah.

You need somebody to draw
you a map to the target, boss?

It's fucking
dark. I'm not that good.

Hey, hey, hey. Check out
the chocolate mousse.

The fucking mousse!

She's got a nice ass, man.

Alberto, my man, what was wrong
with her? I thought she was cute.

They're hunting, we're hunting,
everybody's hunting.

Welcome to the barrio buffet.

Take a look at these scabs, man.

So when do you think these
cuties are gonna score, huh?

They're gonna score soon.

And this time, there's gonna
be no plea-bargaining.

Let's just make sure we get 'em
before they get across the border again.

We'll get 'em.

I want me a nice, young, sweet
senorita, man. That's what I fucking want.

There's all kinds
of senoritas.

Then let's get down
to business, okay?

All right, all right. Yeah,
yeah, yeah. That's it. That's it.

- Make a right, right here. Right here.
- All right, we'll take a right.

Let's park in that alley.

He's turning. Game time, right?

Yeah. Team, this is Quarterback.

He's opened the store.
Set up a drop play.

We're looking for a spot.
We'll be right there.

You just hang on. Hang on.

Hi. Nice evening, huh?

Listen, I know you're
busy and you gotta go.

No, no. I gotta go.

- I know. I'm trying to sell this jewelry.
- I don't need any jewelry.

Look at this guy.

Can you believe this?

Look at this puta, man. He's
fucking with his own barrio girls.

So what do you care, Angel?

You're not Mexican,
you're Cuban.

I'll explain it to you
later, Cusack.

I think we got him, amigo.
I think we got him.

Bring your mom and sister.
They can check it out.

- Here we go.
- Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.

Just wait.

No!

Hey, listen to me!
Listen to me. Shut up.

I don't wanna hear that shit!
Shut the fuck up!

You hear me? Shut up.

Get on or get out
of the way, man!

Hey, get the fuck outside.

Get the fuck outside
and wait your turn!

This is not a fucking show!
Get outside!

now! Both of you!

Jesus Christ, Dan, come on.

We want felony rape. Airtight.

Stop!

Shut up!

Listen, man, I can't sit here
and watch this go down.

Jeff, get back
in the fucking car!

What're you gonna do, boss?

Write me up for stopping a rape?

The fuck is he doing?

He's showboating, man. He's moving
out ahead of us without backup. Come on!

Shut up!

- Give it up!
- Shut up!

You wanna fuck with me?

Back the fuck up!

Back
off, you assholes! I'm warning you.

I'm walking out of here.

You're not going anywhere
with the girl, man. Let her go.

Man, I'll do her.

- Don't fuck with me.
- Hey, hey. Look at me, homes.

I'm trying to save you, man.
You got cops all around you.

You pull that trigger,
your mama won't recognize you.

Huh?

Now, come on, let the girl go

and put the heat down, ese.

Better to live than die, huh?

That's it.

That's it, come on. Come on.

I had him, boss! I had him!
Why the fuck did you do that?

It wouldn't have happened if
you'd followed orders, asshole!

But he killed the girl!
You killed her!

So what? They won't be raping
any more women, will they?

- Yeah, especially not that one.
- Now, that's a fact.

Jeff, it was righteous! He had
a fucking gun at the girl's head!

I can handle anything
I.A. wants to throw at us!

That is not the fucking point!
This is not about I.A.!

All right, cut the shit!

We don't wanna discuss this in
front of the whole fucking city, do we?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

This is a crime scene. You
can't come in here. Excuse me.

Huh? You wanna
get cut from the team, man? Huh?

Look, I like you, all right?

Be smart. That way
you'll stick around, okay?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

No... Yes, I... I already talked
to them and they sent me to you.

You mean to tell me
you don't even know

where your own officers
are assigned?

Well, I'll shout
if I damn well want to!

Caffeine bothering you?

I'm not in the mood, Max.

I've got this spooky cop, Vaughn,
stonewalling me on a major shooting.

No one will give me a thing.

LAPD... They won't even tell me
where he's assigned.

It's not finished. Here.

Well, if you can't ask the
shooters, why don't you

ask the guy who got shot.

They're dead, Max. I'm a
reporter. I notice these things.

And dead people go to the morgue

where a lot of people
look 'em over.

I notice things, too.
That's why I'm an editor.

The morgue. It was staring me
right in... Thanks, Max.

What the fuck happened
out there?

The press is saying
you watched a rape.

Wanna tell me about it?

Yes, sir. Nothing to tell.

We followed the perps,
they snatched a girl,

we moved in, they heard us,
Torres freaked and wasted her.

We took them all down,
resisting. End of story.

That the way you see it?

How about you living up
to your rep?

City Council's gonna
grill you like top sirloin.

I've worked too many years to see this
squad burned by some political jerk-off.

You know what a good soldier is?

Yeah. Yeah, I sure do.
Someone who doesn't break ranks.

Try being one.
You'll last longer.

Don't sweat
the city council, kid.

You'll do the right thing.

Oh, man.

You still got a good punch.

I told you, I'm done
covering for you, man.

What are you going to tell 'em?

I wish the fuck I knew.

I mean, how can you just sit there,
Dan, and watch crimes go down?

Whatever happened
to "protect and serve, huh"?

If there was no S.I.S.,
the crimes would happen anyway.

Yeah, but we watched a
girl get raped last night, man.

I can't handle that!

I don't know, Jeff.

Maybe I lost it with Torres.

God knows, I didn't
want that girl hurt.

Maybe I lose it
sometimes.

Sheila left me
about a month ago.

She said she couldn't
live with what I do.

Maybe I jumped the gun.
I don't know.

I do know those
three fuckers will never

hurt anyone again.

I took the shot.

If it's wrong, I have to
live with it. That's the job.

You'll do good, kid.
I trust you.

See you
in the council room, partner.

Can we get these
moved out of the way here?

Put them in here,
would you?

- Oh.
- You new here?

Does it show?

Only the new ones wanna puke.

Doesn't smell like
medical school, does it?

What do you need?

Uh, we... we lost
the paperwork on...

Torres... Gunshot, uh, wound.

You mean Vaughn gunshot wound...

Multiple rounds, close range.

If the poor S.O.B. had lived,
he'd have lead poisoning.

Vaughn gunshot... That
sounds like a German injury.

Good. You got a sense of humor.

Of course, we got a pretty
tough audience here.

No, Vaughn is the shooter.

We get his work
all the time here.

I hear they save the real
bad guys for the S.I.S.

Of course...

I wouldn't know the difference.
They all look the same to me.

S.I.S., right. Um...

- Secret...
- Special Investigation Section.

So what else do you need?
Come here.

I'll show you something.
Come on.

Cause is multiple gunshot
trauma, some in the back.

Is this Vaughn's work, too?

Oh, yeah, sure. Come
on. I'll show you something.

What's the S.I.S. for, doc?

- The S.I.S... What's its assignment?
- Why do you ask?

- Who are you?
- Listen, doc.

I'm gonna take another look
for that report. Thanks!

Okay, let's try "multiple
gunshot wounds, Vaughn."

Vaughn and Larson, all right.

Here we go.

Oh, God. Innocent civilians.

Oh, Jeff.

Oh, Jeff, don't do this to me.

They follow the crook
frequently for weeks.

And they don't touch him
until he does a crime.

That's Special Investigation
Section... S.I.S.

But they want it airtight.

So they wait and sit by
and watch the crime happen.

Max, people are beaten, terrorized,
and the cops are outside watching.

And look. Look at this.

More than half the time,
they kill the suspect

with multiple shots,
frequently in the back.

Let's pretend I run a newspaper.
Give me the short version.

Okay, okay.
They're a death squad.

An officially-sanctioned
hit team.

They target crooks

and wait until they can kill
the bad guys with impunity.

Well, shit, Kelly.
That's a mouthful.

There's nothing else
that makes sense, Max.

They're ultra-secret. Nobody in
the LAPD will even talk to them.

And they've killed more perps
per officer than any other squad.

More than SWAT! This is
page one. You gotta run it, Max.

- Okay, I'll run it...
- Oh, great!

When you get a corroborating
source on record,

a person inside the department,

Somebody I can point to when
Legal Services comes to visit my ass.

Oh, come on, Max!

You want me to accuse
the LAPD of assassination

with no backup?

What would you do
in my shoes, huh, Kelly?

I'd probably chicken out,
too, Max.

Jeff, I'm glad
I caught you.

Look, Kelly, I need to go.

He was high on crack.

He took a hostage.
Anything could've happened.

He killed the hostage, and I opened
fire before he could shoot anyone else.

I only wish I'd shot earlier. I
might have saved that young girl.

Thank you, Detective.

Thank you. We all understand
how difficult it is for you...

Ask his partner.

Is that the way it went,
Detective Powers?

Councilman Smith,
please direct your questions to the chair.

Do you agree with Detective
Vaughn, Detective Powers?

Yes, sir.

- I agree.
- Thank you.

If we're through wasting time,
let's move on.

We've all seen
the squad's arrest record.

It's very impressive. Tell us...

How do you do it?

Yes, sir. We're the department's secret
weapon against repeat violent offenders.

We follow hardened criminals,
keeping them under surveillance

until we catch them in the act.

We draw a line
in the city, Councilman.

We take the worst of the worst
off the streets, period.

Start asking the hard questions!

You're an LAPD flunky, Taylor.
Ask him about Powers!

He's been on IA's list
for years.

- Brutality, illegal search...
- Councilman.

- Weapons violation...
- Dismissed.

This is a dangerous man.

Yes, sir.

I am.

I'm a danger to every repeat
offender out there

thinking about
committing a crime.

The criminals make the rules on
the street. Not us. We just react.

The S.I.S

lets us fight back
on a level playing field.

I'll stack my arrest record against
anyone's. I get the job done.

Councilman
Smith, you get out of order one more...

You
wanna know what's out of order?

Joe Taylor running
a police inquiry.

I mean, you're in bed with every
police charity this side of Pomona.

This entire council knows it.

What about Rosa Rodrigues, huh,
Detective Vaughn?

The young lady that Torres raped
while your heroes sat back and watched?

Tell me, Detective, what kind
of police officer watches

a young girl get raped?

Would you be happy if the S.I.S.
hadn't been there, Mr. Smith?

Would you rather have Torres rape
someone else's daughter tonight?

Maybe yours?

I'm deeply sorry about that
young girl. Deeply, deeply sorry.

Until you put on a badge,
you don't know what it's like.

But we took down
three serial rapists.

Three monsters who won't hurt
anyone again.

You want to ask the hard
questions, ask yourself,

are you on the side
of crime or justice?

Thank you, Detective. Please.

- Hey, Joe. How're you doing?
- Hi, Kelly. How are you?

Good. Was that meeting
about the S.I.S.?

No, just personnel
matters, Kelly.

Councilman Smith is
saying you're part of

police department damage
control. Any comment?

You should take that up
with Mr. Smith.

- Councilman Smith...
- Hey, Kelly. No comment.

Oh, Katrina, you have a second?

Whoo! Beautiful.

This makes up for that evening.

Welcome to the team, Powers.
You're a good man.

- Proud of ya.
- Thanks, Cap.

Thanks, Jeff.

I didn't do it for you, Dan.

No, you did it for yourself,

and you protected the team.

As long as you take care of us, we'll
take care of you. You can count on it.

Nice going, kid.

Hi.

I'm leaving, Kelly.

I don't know for how long.

Out of town?

No.

Just out of here.

Things are getting complicated.

You're asking too many
questions, okay?

It's making my job very hard.

It could get dangerous for me.

Things are happening, things
that you wouldn't understand.

Things like the S.I.S.?

And the Torres shooting?

I understand.

No.

No, you don't.

You don't even know
what you're talking about.

Jeff, I know you were involved
in the bank shooting.

I saw your picture.

Look me in the eye,
and tell me I'm wrong.

Listen, Kelly...

I've never asked you to give
anything up for me, have I?

Well, I'm asking now.

Drop this story. Hand it off to
someone else for me, okay? Please.

- Jeff, I can't. It's not just the story...
- Yeah, right.

Jeff, you're not a cop anymore.
You're a hitman.

You follow criminals and kill
them. You watch crimes happen.

You let innocent
people get hurt!

Why? Why, so you can call it
a righteous shoot?

Would you care as much about
this if it wasn't a page-one story, huh?

- Hit me, Richie.
- You sure, Jeff?

Yeah, I'm sure.

What's the problem tonight?

It's none of your business.

It's none of my fucking
business, either, for that matter.

Okay.

Keep it coming.

Don't start, Larson.

- You're late.
- I know, I know. I'm sorry, Captain.

All right, gentlemen.

This one's stamped urgent.

What we have
are two armed robbers

on the streets who have
held up five bars

in the last three weeks.

Bobby Lewis and Mark Franklin.

Rob upscale beach hangouts.

The Rolex, Champagne Group.

They usually hit around
happy hour when the till is full.

Now, we got a tip they just
moved into the Venice Beach area.

Our informant says that
they've made some new friends,

and they're getting ready
to push their luck again.

We've narrowed down their
targets to three marina bars.

I think it's time we stepped in,
changed it.

Vaughn, I want your boys to
stake out three locations down there.

- Understood?
- Yes, sir. Understood.

All right. Be alert, gentlemen.

People are watching on this one.

These the background
clips I asked for?

Look at me, huh?

I'm... I'm an editor.

I'm not your copy boy.

Besides, your list
isn't even current.

One of the cops,
Mike Lloyd, retired.

You just gave me my informed
source, Max. I could almost kiss you.

"Almost"?

Yes. Mike Lloyd in Los Angeles.

Yeah?

Detective Lloyd, it's Kelly
Daniels, LA Chronicle.

- I'd like to talk to you.
- About what?

About the S.I.S.

Do you want
more people to die, Mike?

Every day that you don't tell
the truth, you're helping them.

You're helping them.

I know what happened
at the bank.

Talk to me, Mike.

I'm sorry.

I just didn't want
that little girl to die.

Shit, there's a kid
in the car!

No!

So you really think these surfer
dudes are gonna start killing people?

Whoa! He's talking to me again.

You've been acting like
I stood you up for prom night.

Fuck you.

Had a little shit in my
life lately, you know?

What, your woman?

Yeah, we kind of broke up,
sort of.

- Oh, she threw you out.
- Listen, just drop it, okay?

Seriously, man. I don't
think these kids are killers.

You take a look at their jacket?

They kid around with their
victims. They tell bad jokes.

I don't see 'em shooting.

Yeah, things go wrong,
people get into shit.

- It happens.
- Yeah, tell me about it.

You disobey orders today, Jeff,
I'll kick your fucking ass.

Ooh.

Mr. Lloyd?

Hello?

Detective, it's Kelly Daniels
from the paper.

Mr. Lloyd?

Don't! No!

Visiting team is on the field.

Larson,
you got the cutup on the jeep.

You got the cutup
on the jeep, Larson. Copy?

We got 'em.

Hey, bro.

So what do you wanna do?

I don't like it.

San Diego's cooler.

Around here, the cops
can really screw with you.

Maybe we should
just book out of here.

No, no. Bobby, you gotta
stop sweating, man.

Cops aren't gonna bother us,
dude, 'cause we're white.

I don't know, bro.
We know the bars in SD.

Up here, it's a different scene.

What are you, collecting pussy points
today? It's a yuppie beach bar, dude.

Endzone, this is Quarterback.
How's your view?

Not bad. The girls look
pretty good in here.

Don't see 'em yet.
Where are they?

Let's get rich.

Surf's up, dudes.

Yo, dude, hang out
at the door, all right?

Don't fall asleep out here.

You know, Powers, I don't think

they're as good-looking
as you said they were.

No, no, no, Cusack. I said
that you were good-looking.

By the way, that's a
fabulous shirt you're wearing.

Good afternoon, crime victims.

Welcome to
the Mark and Bobby Show.

You're all about to get robbed by
the best-looking thieves on the street.

They're here. They're here.
The shit's going down.

Get ready. Get ready.

Ball is in play. Ball is in
play. Everybody be ready.

Wait till they hit the street.
Don't let them get to the jeep.

- Copy that, Larson?
- I got that, chief.

Don't forget the Ginsu knives, the
steak knives, and the apple magician.

- All right.
- And your watch.

This is a real comedy team.

Hey, fuck the Rolexes.
Take the babe.

- Can I have your phone number?
- No!

Never hurts to ask, right?

These guys don't look bad
enough to hurt anybody.

I gotta get off the air.
They're as good-looking.

Angel, watch your ass!

Hey, Chilly Willy.
What you got there, pal?

Hey, listen.

You take whatever
you want, okay?

Cool Walkman.

Yeah, yeah. Have it.

You wouldn't hurt me, would you, kid?

Come on out, boys.

Come on out and
play with us. Do not fuck with anybody.

Thanks for the capital
gains, folks. See you later.

You guys have a very pleasant
day and don't get sunburn.

Freeze! Police!

Angel's down!

Angel!

Jesus Christ!

Get out of the way!

- Police!
- Get over here!

I got the jeep!

Move! Move! Move!

Come on, man!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Hey!

- They're fucking history!
- Yeah, split up!

See you on the other side, bro.

Police! Clear!

Come on, Mark. Don't
make it any worse for yourself, man.

Stay there. Stay there.

Give me your hand.

Spread 'em.

This is a pellet gun.

I could've killed you,
you little shit!

Freeze!

Drop the weapon!

- All right.
- Drop the fucking weapon!

You win.

You win. Gave you
a hell of a run, though, huh?

Worked off a few doughnuts.

What are you
laughing at, asshole?

Well, I know something
you don't know.

You don't have shit on me.

Robbery. Assault with
a deadly weapon.

Oh, man!
You fucked up, dude.

You got the wrong guys.

How do you kill somebody
with a pellet gun, huh?

It's a toy, dude.

We're just out making a little
money and having a little fun.

You're still going away.

Well, maybe to summer camp,
but that's about it, dude.

I'm 17.

- What?
- I'm a juvie, scrote.

Maybe I'll go and do a little
freeway cleaning for a week,

but then I'll be out
cleaning cash registers again.

Oh, Christ. Seventeen.

That's a toy?
Let me see that thing.

Vaughn!

Ah, shit, it's a pellet pistol.

Dumb kid pulled it on me.

You saw the whole thing,
right, amigo?

Right, boss. The whole thing.

Don't get weird on me now, Jeff.

Just stay away from me, Vaughn.

You really wanna take me on
over this piece of shit?

Come on, Jeff.

The sick little fuck would've been
out in three weeks if we'd let him go.

Let him go?

You never had any intention of letting
him go. You never let anybody go.

It's your word
against mine, kid.

Don't fuck with me, Jeff.

Do not fuck with me, Jeff!

Hey, Cap.

You got something to say to me?

Yeah. Look, I had a beef with
Vaughn and I couldn't let it slide.

Officially, you bring
a grievance to my attention,

the straight answer is you
work it out with your partner.

Well, obviously that means you're
not gonna do anything about it.

Cap...

I saw him shoot that kid
in cold blood.

You know what kinda damage you
could do to the squad talking like that?

The squad? Is that all you care
about? What about the truth, huh?

What about what went down?

Hey, chin up, Powers.
It was a righteous shoot.

I never saw Vaughn mess up yet.

A lovers' quarrel, boys?

People are starting
to talk, amigo.

You better make up your mind
which side you're on.

Remember, you fuck me,
you fuck the badge.

Nobody's gonna care
about your reasons.

How long you been getting away
with murder... boss?

You say something
like that outside this room,

I'll bury you.

Worry about your future, amigo.

Not mine.

Michael Lloyd
cared about this city.

He cared about the people
who live here.

And even though he didn't die
in the line of duty,

he was still a victim
of these streets.

When he died,

Mike Lloyd was an officer
in this department,

he was a member of this team.

He will always be
a member of this team.

Kelly?

I heard you were there.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Did Mike, uh...

No.

How many more people have to die,
Jeff, before someone comes clean?

Please.

No.

I will not go on record, Kelly.
I have to handle this my way.

You wanna protect
the department,

but you don't care
if they turn LA into Beirut.

You don't care when they become

the judge, the jury,
and the executioner.

Maybe I missed something,
but when exactly did we abolish

the constitution
of the United States

so we could protect
the damn department?

They're not gonna
protect you, Jeff.

Lieutenant Devlin,
you got a minute?

Powers, you decide to turn
yourself in for the greater good?

I... I need your help.

I wouldn't piss in your mouth
if your teeth were on fire.

What if I brought you
a case? Hmm?

A capital case.

A detective gunning down
an unarmed perp

in cold blood.
How'd that be, huh?

- Witnesses?
- Yeah.

Yeah, right in front of you.

Okay, you got my attention.
Who's the shooter?

Dan Vaughn, my partner.

S.I.S.

I should have known
that's where you'd end up.

Okay, you can fill out
the forms.

I can't promise you anything.

What do you mean,
fill out the forms?

I'm talking about a murder here.

Do you know how many
officer-involved shootings

there are in a year?

Only a few of 'em ever get
recommended for prosecution.

It's an uphill battle.

Yeah, well, a minute ago,
you were loaded for bear.

Internal affairs specializes
in corruption.

Cops taking payoffs
and running scams.

Shootings are not
our bread and butter.

You're afraid of the S.I.S.

You're fucking chickenshit.

I'm doing my job!

You're not doing your job.
You're covering your ass.

You know, you're so fucking self-righteous
when you're trying to bury me.

But I bring you somebody
with juice like Vaughn,

all of a sudden, you know,
you're thinking about your pension.

You know, you're pathetic.

You give me
the fucking paperwork

so nobody can say you
turned me away. Well, fuck you!

Fuck you.

I'm fucked, lady.

This is the testimony of
Detective Sergeant Jeff Powers.

Um...

I was recruited into the...

Special Investigation Section
by my former partner,

Dan Vaughn.

Uh, Vaughn was...
was my first partner

when I graduated
from the academy.

Uh...

I'd like to make it clear
that... that

not every cop is a bad cop.

That's... That this squad did
not start out to be a bad squad.

We had the best
of intentions. We, uh...

We were supposed
to be an elite unit.

We were supposed to take the
worst of the worst off the street.

Yet somewhere along the line,
that... that changed.

Yeah. Vaughn here.

Have you
seen the papers, the TV?

Shit, Dan, we've been blown
sky-high.

Powers has fucked us
six ways to Sunday.

Jeff.

You don't have to do this.

Yeah, I do.

I'm not gonna run from Vaughn
for the rest of my life.

- Be back in a minute.
- Okay.

S.I.S. has
conducted themselves appropriately.

They're not putting
the public in jeopardy.

They are the elite,
the cream of the crop,

and they're being characterized as
executioners and criminals in their own right,

which we vehemently deny.

Of course we have
a Special Investigations Unit.

Unique and violent criminals need specially
trained officers to deal with them.

Not only for our safety,
but for theirs.

Gentlemen, there is
a definite bias in the press.

Our medal of valor
winners get one inch...

Vaughn.

If you don't think
that's of special interest,

I don't know what is.

You're finished, Powers.

- You're through.
- That's why I came over here.

So I could look you in the eye
and quit.

- It's over.
- Over?

It ain't even started,
cocksucker.

You can't fuck me.

You think I fucked you?
The paper's just a start.

I'm gonna tell anybody
who will listen,

'cause I'm the LAPD,
amigo,not you.

You're just a fucking field officer
for a motherfucking death squad.

No! Stop it!

How does it feel, asshole? Huh?
How does it feel?

Jeff!

What is this? Huh?

Is this all you know?

Go for it, kid.

Go for it, come on!

Then I'd be just like you.

I quit.

It doesn't mean dick!

Hey! Nobody gives a fuck
what the papers say!

- Are you okay?
- Uh...

- Yeah. For the first time.
- It doesn't mean dick!

Nobody reads the fucking papers!

Hey!

They want us!
They want the S.I.S.!

They want us to do what we do!

Nobody cares, amigo!

They want the fucking scum
off the street!

They don't give a shit
how we do it!

They don't care!

They love us, man!

Don't you understand?

They all fuckin' love us!