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[horn blaring]

[bell rings]

-Guess he's gonna be late for class.

[theme music]

THEME SONG: We never thought of finding

a place where we belong.

Don't have to stand alone, we'll never let you fall.

Don't need permission to decide what you believe.

Hoo!

I said, jump!

Down on Jump Street.

I said, jump!

Down on Jump Street.

Your friends'll be there when your back is to the wall.

You'll find you'll need us 'cause there's no one else

to call.

When it looks hopeless, a decision's what you need.

You better be ready to, be ready to jump!

21 Jump Street.

IOKI: "Mr. HT Ioki, please be advised

that Pension & Health has no record of your employment

with the police department or any city agency."

-Blabbity, blabbity, blah. "And until such time as

said existence is proven, salary will be withheld."

-You don't exist?

-At this rate, in two weeks, I'm gonna disappear.

-Did you hear something?

-No, you?

-No.

-Hey, that's not funny.

Guys.

Hey!

-Nice of you to join us, gentlemen.

This is Osborne Ezekiel Hudland, 16 years old.

Found him this morning in the parking lot at Piedmont High,

shot six times in the chest.

Sitting behind the wheel of a Mercedes 560SL.

-Nice car.

Was it stolen?

-It was registered in his name.

SGT. ADABO: Paid cash.

Dealer said he walked in with a shopping bag, drove it out.

$60 grand.

-And where does a kid that age get $60 grand?

-Dealing crack.

-Right.

This is Sergeant James Adabo.

He's sort of the local expert on the subject of rock cocaine.

SGT. ADABO: No, now the real experts

are in the streets selling the stuff-- or dying from it.

I'm just your knowledgeable observer.

-Sergeant's going to be sharing some of his knowledge with us.

-I'll tell you one thing right off.

One drug dealer kills another down in Piedmont, a lot of cops

think it's a community service.

It's getting kind of crazy down there.

-What we've got is an address on Ozzy, heavy in the projects.

110 Avenue L, apartment 109.

Lived there with a girlfriend.

She ought to have a real good idea of who did him and why.

Hoffs, that's you.

-Who am I supposed to be, some friend who just shows up

at her doorstep?

-I'd be a cop.

Her boyfriend's dead, she's on her own, strong shoulder

to lean on?

You know, like that.

-Fine.

-Hanson, you're going into Piedmont High.

But you're gonna have to watch yourself.

-Ozzy's ace number one runner is a kid named Ronnie Seebok.

11th grade.

Motive, opportunity-- could have gotten close enough to do him.

Chance to move up through the ranks.

And if he didn't do it, he'll be looking

to work for whoever did.

FULLER: I want to play on that, Hanson.

But remember, Ozzy was shot at close range,

so he probably knew whoever did him.

Use your head.

Ioki.

-Uh, Captain, I, um, sort of got this problem.

-Yeah.

You don't exist.

And I can't assign you anywhere until you do.

Penhall.

-I'd be happy to supervise, Captain.

FULLER: You're gonna be riding with Sergeant Adabo.

You're all going to get a chance to take a turn.

I want you to see what we're up against.

Summer uniform, Penhall.

-Summer what?

[voices on police radio]

-Douglas, right?

-Doug.

-Uh, summer uniform is short sleeves.

-It's the only one I got.

-Huh.

Now it used to be cocaine was a rich man's drug.

Entertainers, rock-and-rollers.

There was nothing down here till a year or two ago.

Crack changed all that.

Crack Row.

This is the bottom.

Non-affiliated dealers, crackheads with nowhere

else to go.

Used to be some 50-year-old wino, juicers, living out

their last three years on the street.

Today's [inaudible] are 24 years old.

Their brains are fried.

-What's gonna happen to these people?

-They'll die.

You know, back 10, 15 years ago, when I was first on the street,

I used to work in a neighborhood last night.

Course, it was heroin then, but-- I was married and all.

Still am.

Just the first couple of years, there was this girl.

Just beautiful girl.

Maybe 19?

Used to hit on her all the time, uniform and all.

Never got anywhere.

Transferred out for a couple of months.

Came back, she's standing in a doorway.

The girl I'd been hitting on all that time

tried to sell it to me.

She OD-ed a few months later.

Welcome to the Piedmont, Douglas.

KID: You're pathetic.

You don't know nothing.

Man, the Bimmer don't even touch the Benz.

-Yeah?

Well, that ain't a problem that you're ever gonna have.

See, I'm gonna get a Bimmer, and uh, you're gonna ride the bus.

KID: Well, that's why they make the numbers higher.

635, 735.

Benz don't need that.

560, top of the line.

Don't need nothing else.

-Wrong.

Come here.

The 560 has a 5.6-liter engine.

The Bimmer's a 7 Series body, the engine pushes 3.5,

and it's a slicker car.

-You a salesman?

-No.

-Then why don't you get out of my face?

--[laughs] You don't like him, 'cause he's right.

-You're Ronnie Seebok, huh.

-Why?

-Man, who do you think you are?

-Uh, my name is Tommy Chapman.

[bell rings]

-Look, the Bimmer's a better car, pal.

You're gonna spend that kind of cash,

it'd be a pity people think you don't know.

[baby crying]

[shouting behind closed doors]

[knock]

[knock]

-Darlene, it's Judy Hoffs.

I'm a police officer.

I called and said I was coming?

Really.

-Sorry.

It's been kind of strange recently.

Come in.

[locks several deadbolts]

People keep coming by claiming to be some old friend

of Ozzy's-- especially old friends who said he owed them

money.

LITTLE GIRL: Who's that lady, Mama?

-Oh, she's another police officer, honey.

-Why?

-Go wait in your room for Mama, OK?

-OK.

-She wasn't Ozzy's.

Kailee's like from a whole 'nother life.

But I love her.

She's my baby.

-I brought by some of his stuff.

-Oh.

O-Z. It was kinda short for his initials-- Osborne Ezekiel.

O-Z for when he became and ounce man.

Moved up on his own, you know.

-Darlene, I wanted to ask you a few questions

and see if there's anything I could do.

-Mm, not really.

And I don't know who it was.

I mean, people die all the time.

-Well, do you think any of these friends?

-No, no, they're just fishing for change.

And there isn't any.

Pretty much what you see is what there is.

I got a great black dress, though.

You want to see it?

[giggles]

What do you think?

Um, do you think, like, maybe you wanna come?

I mean, it's not like I have anybody to go with me.

-Sure.

[beeper goes off]

-Those aren't allowed in school.

-What are you gonna do, take it away from me?

Try.

Expel me?

You got a hard enough time getting me here anyhow.

-Hey, hot shot.

You gonna take the bus or you gonna

call and wait for a taxi cab?

[bell rings]

Hey, hot shot.

-What?

-I want to talk to you.

-Yeah?

Well, then, I want to talk to you.

-Hey!

-Not this is what I've got to say.

What do you got to say?

HANSON: Come on, man, don't kill me.

I just-- I wanna-- I want to work for you.

-No, them ain't the right words, man.

-Look, the guy that got it in the parking lot--

[toilet flushes]

-I hear you're next in line.

-So?

-So those guys are never gonna drag you down, man.

I'm not gonna.

You do your own product?

-What product?

-Come on, man, I ain't stupid.

-No.

I'm a businessman.

-Then be a smart one.

-You could end up dead.

You got any, uh, sharp clothes?

-Yeah.

-After school, go to Crenshaw's Funeral Parlor.

-Hey.

Safety's on the left, man.

You ought to take it off, you want to threaten somebody.

-Safety don't work, man.

Never has.

[sirens blaring]

SGT. ADABO: About halfway down the block, on the right.

PENHALL: Where?

SGT. ADABO: That's him in the door.

See him?

PENHALL: Yeah.

Now I do.

SGT. ADABO: That's Eddie.

Thinks he's got a franchise on the block.

Sells crack when he's got it, bunk when he don't.

-Bunk?

-Granite chips, wax, soap, macadamia nuts-- anything

that'll pass as rock.

-Macadamia nuts?

Really?

SGT. ADABO: [chuckles] Yeah.

You get drug dealers, then crackheads, then street crime

for more cash, you lose a whole block to the drug trade.

Then you lose the whole neighborhood.

But Eddie is the type of eyesore we can do something about.

Get in tight to the building.

I'm gonna go get two plainclothes

cops to make a buy.

If he's selling rock, they'll bust him right there.

If he's selling bunk, he'll take their money,

say he's got to go get his stash,

then blow out the back of the building.

You sure you can handle this?

-What?

Some kid?

Yeah.

[chuckles]

MALE SPEAKER: We don't care if it's [inaudible].

You're under arrest.

Hey!

[glass shatters]

-(SHOUTING) You're busted!

[laughter]

[slow clap]

[organ music]

-Do I look OK?

-You look great.

-Really?

-Really.

MAN: Hey, Darlene.

MAN: Yo, Darlene.

-There he is.

I sent it over.

Looks good, you think?

He would have liked that.

-Darlene.

-Oh, [inaudible].

Everything looks real nice.

-Well, you let Crenshaw know if there's

anything not to your satisfaction.

He'll get on it.

-OK.

-You're looking good.

-Always.

-Don't I know it.

[giggles]

-Hey.

Ozzy had taste.

You're gonna call me sometime.

-Yeah?

Maybe I will.

-Who's he?

-Uh, he and Ozzy, they had a, um, a relationship.

-Did he pay for all this?

-I don't know.

Someone did.

Ozzy took care of these sometimes.

-Mm.

Well, could he have--

-Um, yo, Judy, I've been to ask you about something.

-I'm only here to help.

-Well, it's like, Ozzy's car.

Do you think like maybe I can get it?

I mean, like we were almost common law and all.

-I don't think so, Darlene.

The IRS seized it the moment it got filed.

You try putting in a claim and you'll

end up owing the back taxes.

I wouldn't go near it.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I figured something like that might be up.

But, um, you guys have some kind of program

for paying for information and all that, don't you?

There's some kind of payment?

-You mean like for informants?

-Yeah.

I-- I don't know.

MAN: Yo, Darlene.

-Hey, Randall.

-Man, that girl is totally fresh.

I'm gonna get a slice of that.

-Dream on.

-Hiya, boss.

-Hey, what's this?

Boss?

-Maybe.

Didn't think you'd show.

That silk?

-Yeah.

[laughs]

-Tommy, um, com here.

I gotta talk to you for a second.

Um, maybe I got something for you to do.

[sirens blaring]

-Whoa, Chunk.

Come on, don't you want to come inside?

Please, don't you want to come inside?

Good boy.

RONNIE: I mean, no cop's gonna stop you for walking a dog.

Especially a dog like this.

-It would've been nice if your told me.

I mean, do you always do it this way?

RONNIE: Every time is different.

You see, I bought these for $2 grand.

I'm gonna break them up, sell them as $20 rocks.

I'm moving up.

Should see about $4 grand.

-That's good business.

-That's right.

Double my money.

You ever see that lady on TV?

-What lady?

-You know, that lady, that old one, looks like a mummy.

Hang out with the president, on TV.

-Nancy?

-(SHRILLY) Just say no! [laughs] Just say no.

That lady should come down to the Piedmont.

See anything down here to just say yes to?

Man, there's old folks down here looking to get out, can't.

Losers looking to get out.

Junkies and businessmen-- that's it.

You know what I could just say yes to?

Maybe some new clothes.

Maybe a new car.

Maybe a fine-looking woman on my arm.

Maybe getting out of here.

I don't know.

Not gonna spend my whole life in the Piedmont, man,

that's for sure.

-Maybe someone we know whacked Ozzy for a chance at all that.

Than again, maybe it's none of my business.

-You're smart.

There's enough to go around.

Try to sell what I sell.

And I'm a businessman.

-This is a nice-looking piece you got here.

Keep it real clean.

-Yeah, well, don't fire it much.

Don't have to.

Long as people know you're a businessman, that's enough.

If I have to, I will fire this gun.

You should remember that.

-You believe him?

-Yeah, I do.

I mean, yes, he's a crack dealer,

and yes, I think he'd kill me if he had to.

He didn't kill Ozzy.

He's carrying a gun that's fresh out of the box.

It's just for show.

-OK.

Stay with him for now.

-I will.

But you know, he could get out of that life if he wanted to.

-And Counselor Hanson's gonna save him from the life?

Come on, he's going to jail, just like the rest of them.

-The voice from the streets

-Hey, we busted a dealer today who was selling bunk.

You know what bunk is?

-Yeah.

There's a lot of sides of this, Penhall,

even for an expert like you.

Gonna have to understand it takes

more than one side to make a dent.

I didn't put you back in that uniform

to see if you'd gained weight since the Academy.

-Hanson?

Those are my clothes.

From my locker.

-You know, used to be a cop around here,

had a shirt just like that.

Then one day-- tsst.

Just disappeared.

-Yeah, I found it in a locker.

I guess I could have it dry-cleaned

if the guy ever came back.

-OK.

Fine.

-Sometimes they say late at night-- (WHISPERING)

you can still hear his ghostly voice.

-Oh, you think that's very funny, don't you?

[imitates wind howling]

FULLER: Hoffs, how are you doing with Ozzy's girlfriend?

--[sigh] I think I may be getting somewhere.

[knock]

[knock]

[knock]

-Who's there?

HOFFS: Darlene, it's Judy Hoffs.

Hi, how you doing?

-Good!

Good.

Why don't you sit down?

-Where's Kailee?

DARLENE: Um, she's with her grandmama for a few days.

-Darlene, we talked before about you

being able to tell me certain things?

Like maybe about Ozzy?

In return for a fee.

-Right.

Right, you were talking about getting me some money.

-Yeah.

Darlene, what happened to the stereo and all?

Where's your daughter?

-I told you, she's with her grandmama.

(TEARFULLY) I don't know why my mother took her away from me.

She took my baby.

She took my baby.

HOFFS: How long?

How long?

-I'm not a junkie.

Junkies are people who can't control themselves.

I-- I always had just as much as I wanted

and I stopped when I wanted.

-Yeah.

-Mm.

-I can get you clean.

-No you can't.

-Well, then I can get you money.

Who killed Ozzy?

-I don't know!

I really don't.

Can't you just tell them I told you something?

-All right, where'd you buy the rock?

Darlene, I can give you the money,

but I just need something to show for it.

-Uh, I bought it on-- on the corner.

-What corner?

-I don't know.

You-- just give me the money.

You pick a corner, any corner around here, you'll be right.

-You're not gonna help me, I can't help you.

-(TEARFULLY) So what if you just give me the money?

-No, I don't think so.

Look, you decide you want to help me, or get some help,

you give me a call.

Until then I'm not gonna waste my time with some junkie whore.

-Go left!

-Give.

-What?

You two started chasing me out of nowhere.

Just walking down the street.

-Give.

Told you he was carrying.

-Can I talk to you a sec before we go in?

-Yeah, sure.

What's up?

-This bust, it won't stick.

It was a roust.

You saw him, you figured he had something on him,

we chased him-- they'll toss this out 20 minutes

after it comes in.

-Yeah?

-So it's not a good bust.

-No?

There's got to be at least 60 rocks here.

60 people won't get high today.

60 crimes that won't be committed.

Now does that sound like a wash to you, Douglas?

-That's not what I meant.

-You understand what I'm saying to you, Douglas?

-Yeah.

-Then what's the matter?

-I-- I spent a lot of time learning how to be a cop,

do things the correct way.

What we did today, that's not the way they teach it.

-Yeah.

-And it worked better.

You were right.

I think we made a difference today.

--[chuckles] For that, I'll buy you another beer.

[doorbell rings]

-Hi, Judy, how you doing?

-You called?

-Yeah.

Come look at this, quick.

Isn't this great?

-Yeah.

Yeah, it's real nice.

Do you want to talk?

Do you have something to tell me that can help out with Ozzy?

-It's got a sauna and a whirlpool.

-Yeah, it's nice.

Why did you call me, Darlene.

-I thought you'd like this place.

-I do.

I really do.

It's--

-Randy would just die if he knew I had a cop visiting me here.

-Oh, Randy's in the business, too?

Yeah.

Did you hear anything?

Do you know anything more about Ozzy?

-Ozzy's gone.

People die.

Why do you care so much?

He's dead.

It doesn't matter anymore.

-Because it's my job.

-(LIGHTLY) Well, maybe you should get another job.

Well, I just wanted you to see the place.

-Did you move your daughter in with you?

-No, my mother's still got her.

I don't know why she won't let me have her back.

Do you think you can do something about that?

-You have nice clothes again, Darlene.

And this is a beautiful place.

But you're still a junkie.

You don't even care who killed her boyfriend.

I hope your mother keeps your baby.

HANSON: Look, it doesn't matter where I got it.

It's like, uh, venture capital.

All right, I took this guy I knew down,

I told him I can get him an ounce, and I, uh, split.

-It's not smart, rip people off, Tommy.

It's bad business.

-Look, I got $2 grand, you got rock.

My deal's cross town.

Come on, I still work for you.

It's just I got a chance to do this one.

-$2,500.

Otherwise, there's no point in it for me.

-I figured as much.

Hey, uh, Ronnie, there's something I want to ask you.

-What?

-Who did Ozzy?

-Why?

-I want to know.

Maybe I'll offend the wrong person.

-Yeah, well, as long as you don't offend me, you're fine.

-Come on, what does it matter?

Just tell me.

-Look, even if I did know, what am I gonna tell you for?

You work for me.

End of discussion.

-Hey, Ronnie, you still got that gun?

-Right here.

-Come here, I want to show you something.

-What's that, a .38?

That thing's a piece of trash.

-Yeah, it comes with one of these.

-[laughs] You're a cop?

[laughs] That's hysterical.

-Now you tell me who did Ozzy and you'll walk.

Otherwise, hand-to-hand buy.

I got the rock, you got the marked money-- think about it.

-Maybe I know who did Ozzy, maybe I don't.

What am I gonna tell you for?

This is my first bust, man.

I'm gonna skate anyhow.

This don't mean nothing.

-Next time it'll be a month, then a year.

-Doing time's part of doing business.

-Don't be an idiot, Ronnie.

There's nothing cool about going to jail.

You can get out of the Piedmont another way.

You can get a job, learn something.

There's-- there's training programs.

-Yeah, you know who the biggest employer is in the ghetto?

Rock, man.

Oh, get a job.

We don't have Career Day in the Piedmont.

Welcome to the real world, Mr. Policeman.

TONY: You know how much a month me and Jose get for buys?

$400.

Not apiece-- for the whole buy-and-bust program.

-And we don't get some abandoned church, either.

Maybe if we were the mayor's pet project, huh?

-How close are you?

TONY: Close.

We need $500 to get in the door.

-It's a cook house, man.

I know it, I can it feel it-- it's a cook house.

-They're making rock?

-What do you think, it comes shrink-wrapped?

-Just asking a question.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

SGT. ADABO: Get back in the car, Douglas.

Gonna go for a ride.

Come on, Jose.

Try to overcome your lowlife roots.

You two can have it out with knives when we get back, OK?

20 minutes, around the corner from the place.

Make it 8th and Avenue Q.

PENHALL: That's the guy I chased over the fence.

-Huh.

Looks like he's got real merchandise.

No tearing through the building today.

Guess he's moving up.

-I don't get it.

That was a clean bust.

The kid had five priors.

Day and a half later, he's back on the street?

He's back in business?

-Oh, he's probably got a trial date pending, three months.

You know the courts are backed up.

Justice is a little constipated, Douglas.

-He's right back where he was.

He just set up shop in the same place.

-Yeah.

And Jose and Tony get $400 a month to make buys.

Nice system, huh?

[siren]

[tires screech]

-Let's talk, Eddie.

EDDIE: Why you always dogging me, man?

I'm just standing here.

You can't bust me.

SGT. ADABO: I want you to loan me $500.

EDDIE: You're kidding.

-Nope.

Give me the money.

EDDIE: Or what?

-Nothing.

You don't want to, I'll go away.

-Sure.

-You'll get it back in an hour.

-You shook him down.

-When I give the money back to Eddie,

will that be shaking him down?

I'm not going to keep the money.

I'm gonna get a bust.

And I'm gonna get somebody a lot bigger than Eddie.

Gonna take four, maybe five ounces off the street.

Gonna take a cook house down in a good clean bust.

And then I'm gonna give this back to Eddie.

Now you find a rule against that.

By the time you're done looking--

-I don't like it.

-You understand what we're doing?

Why we're doing it?

-Yeah.

I understand why.

I just don't like it.

-Well, hey, it's up to you.

I can pull over and you can get a cup of coffee.

You in?

-Yeah, I'm in.

DEALER: Five bills.

-Yeah, man, you got it.

Five bills.

SGT. ADABO: Freeze!

Police!

-There's three of them.

There's three of them!

-Hold it right there.

Hold it!

TONY: Hold it right there!

SGT. ADABO: Freeze!

Police!

[gunshots]

[thud]

JOSE: They'll hang us.

Slightest thing wrong in an investigation like this,

and they hang you.

-What's wrong?

He slipped.

They're not gonna hang you for that.

-It's the money.

They're gonna want to know where that money came from.

-Well, where is it now?

-Mr. Pancake had it.

Still does.

It was my money.

Came out of my pocket.

I loaned it to you.

-OK.

-You want me to lie in a departmental investigation.

-Yeah.

-OK.

-Uh, Sergeant Adabo felt, uh, the bust

was important enough that he use his own money.

-Even though the collar was probably

going to go to the plainclothes officers?

-Yeah.

-He's a dedicated cop.

-Well, he is.

-Not arguing with you, Penhall.

Just make sure it gets written up clean.

-All this just to prove you exist?

I could have told them.

-I wish.

Oh, Jude, you had a flag on a file?

There's a crack dealer, Randy Wallace?

-Yeah, Darlene lives with him now.

-Not anymore.

He got busted this afternoon.

They sealed his apartment, put her out.

-Darlene.

-Hey.

I, um, just got tired and I had to rest here.

-You got a place to stay?

-I'm just resting, that's all.

-Let's see if we can get you into the Montgomery shelter.

-No, I'm-- I-- I don't think so.

RONNIE: Let's just say it's good for you I got bailed out.

-You're getting prints on the finish.

-Yeah.

Sorry.

-This is good stuff.

Look, I'm gonna have to owe you.

-Hey, man, don't dis me.

Pay me or give it back.

-I don't think so.

-Give it back.

-No.

[gunshot]

-Everything go OK with your captain?

-Yeah, and I slept OK, too.

-[laughs] Good.

Now all we gotta do is find a way to get $500 back to Eddie.

Wouldn't mind dipping into your pension fund,

would you, Douglas?

-Doug.

-Doug.

Doug, right.

You know, I don't know how he slipped,

wearing those $100 running shoes.

-Hm?

-I said, I don't know how he slipped,

wearing those $100 running shoes.

-What are you trying to say?

Yeah, well, me neither.

Guess those things just happen.

-I gotta talk to you.

I lied.

Adabo shook down some dealer for the $500.

-That's a pretty serious accusation, Penhall.

And I'm not thrilled that you'd lie to me, either.

-That's not all.

Look, I did this, OK?

I let myself get sucked in here.

I think he threw the kid off the roof.

-Shut the door.

[theme music]