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(guys clap and cheer)

(sports announcer announcing)

(guys talking)

- [Sports Announcer] 12:15 to go.

- [Teen] We're gonna need hockey sticks.

- [Sports Announcer] Bob Miller with Nick Nickson.

Kings are up six-three.

- You know I had tickets to this game.

Twelfth row, right in the corner.

- This game?

Wow, you're missing a goodie.

- Yeah, but I can go anytime I want.

Just call up the front office and--

- [Tad and friends] Boom!

- Boom?

- Get the pucks all the time.

But the crowds, you know, and the parking.

And after you've been to more than 10 games, it's--

(phone rings)

- Principal Barlett's office.

Yeah, okay.

Alan's on the car phone.

He's here with that new guy.

Toss my dad's keys, I'll go let him in.

- Yeah, Alan found a new customer we're checking out.

Doug Norberg, does anybody know him?

- No.

- You know guys like us, we have

to be a little careful, you know?

- [Troy] Right.

- Oh! Iceman, yeah!

- [Troy] I love that man!

- Yeah! - Steve Kasper!

- Yeah! (guys clapping)

- [Tad] Whoa!

Hey, hey, hey, Kevin.

The Iceman just tied it up.

- Oh! - What, he scored again?

I got to get my old man to pay him some more money.

- Your old man owns that team?

- Everyone, everyone, this is Doug.

Doug, this is everyone.

That is Troy.

That is Tad, and that is Todd.

- Hey, the T-men! - What's up?

- I can't believe I said that.

- The T-men?

- Yeah, I don't know what came over me.

- Hey, I had great tickets to this game.

- [Sports Announcer] He tried to go up high, glove side,

but Healey right there to spear it, a spectacular save--

- I heard that you wanted to buy a half a pound.

- Yeah.

If you can handle it.

- Hey, wait a second.

I want to see the Channel 11 Newsroom.

- [Alan and Kevin] Oh, no, no, come on.

- [Newscaster] That's with 60% of the precincts reporting.

Once again, Proposition 58,

the so-called Substance Abuse Initiative--

(everyone groans)

- Wait, wait, wait a second.

- [Newscaster] On the local front,

Channel 11 projects a winner in the mayoral race.

After 11 years in the city council,

Michael Davis will step up.

- Hey! - Yeah, all right!

- [Troy and Alan] Four more years!

Oh, four more years, boom!

Four more years, oh!

Four more years, boom!

Four more years, oh!

- My fellow citizens, fellow citizens.

Here's one for dear old dad.

- Hey! - Yes

- Let's here it for the mayor's son!

Come on give him a hand.

- [Tad] Nah, nah, nah, nah.

(Tad's friends clap)

- Bravo! - Whoa, yeah!

- Let's just get down to business.

About that half a pound.

("21 Jump Street Theme" by Holly Robinson)

? We never thought we'd find 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

? Oh, I said jump

? Down on Jump Street

? I said jump

? Down on Jump Street

? Your friends will 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 was hopeless a decision's what you need

? You gotta be ready to

? Be ready to jump

? 21 Jump Street

- Good morning, Harry.

You okay, Harry?

- Great morning, Captain.

You know, if we would all take time out every once

in a while to appreciate life's bounties,

this world would be a better place.

- Date went well last night, huh, Harry?

- Mmm.

- Date must've went real well.

- Captain.

The kid we've been working on the--

- Hanson.

Have you taken a moment

to appreciate life's many bounties this fine morning?

- He's Davis's kid.

- What? Davis?

The Davis?

Thorn in our butt from day one, Mayor Davis?

- He's a major dealer.

- How major?

- Major major, Captain.

- No, no.

We bust a mayor's son, first word

out of his mouth will be entrapment.

- Well, you know we can't blow it off.

- All right.

This gotta be by the book, airtight.

And you better stay away from the kid's house

because his father has not forgotten you or Penhall.

- It'll be clean.

- And Hanson, make sure you got the right kid...

for the right reasons.

- Captain.

- Yeah.

So hey, this case I'm on.

Three guesses who the dealer turns out to be.

- Would I know him?

- Yeah.

- Know him like I know Penhall or like I know Dan Quayle.

- How do you know Dan Quayle?

- Just tell me who it is already.

- No, you have to guess.

Tad Davis.

- As in--

- As in he's trying to sell us half a pound of blow.

- Does anyone know about this at City Hall?

I'm gonna give you three guesses

what hits the fan if you continue this case.

- Listen, just because he's some big shot's kid

doesn't mean he's above the law.

What are you worried about?

- I'm worried about you.

Listen, Davis isn't gonna thank Jump Street

because you bust his kid.

He's gonna want to blame somebody,

and it certainly isn't gonna be himself.

You may win this battle,

but you know who's gonna win the war.

(golfcarts humming)

(Penhall screaming)

- Oh!

(Tad's friends cheer)

(Penhall cheers)

(tires squeaking)

(Penhall screams)

(Tad laughs)

- Oh! Oh!

(tires squeaking)

- I want you! (laughs)

(golf carts crunch)

- Oh! - Time out!

- Hey!

- Hey, why don't you go sweep somewhere else, huh?

- Don't ever do that again!

(serious dramatic music)

Do we like this guy?

- It's your call.

- All right.

Let's do it tomorrow.

- Tomorrow.

(Harry sighs deeply)

- [Sal] Harry.

Hey.

Harry!

- Huh?

- Harry, are you getting any sleep?

- Guys, it's nothing like that.

You are peering into the face of love.

- Oh my god.

- She's very special.

We fit together like hand and glove.

- That sounds kind of sexual.

- That's disgusting.

- She stimulates me intellectually.

- Stimulates.

- Intellectually.

- All night.

- [Penhall] Wow!

Hummina, hummina, hummina, hummina.

- Ah, if this is the angel of death, take me now.

- Hi, Harry.

- Hi, what a surprise.

I'd like you to meet everyone.

My roommate Doug, Tom, Sal, and Captain Fuller.

- Hello.

- This is Bobbie.

- Hi, Bobbie. - Hi, Bobbie, I'm Doug.

- There's a screening tonight at the art museum,

early French surrealist films.

- Oh, Cocteau?

- [Bobbie] Care to join me?

- [Harry] Of course.

- Great.

Where's the ladies' room?

- You go down there and to the right.

- [Hanson] Can I get some fries with that shake?

- [Captain Fuller] A large order.

- Boy, is my intellect stimulated.

- I knew it.

Why is it because a woman is shapely,

you assume she's not good for anything but sex?

It disgusts me.

- I feel shame.

- Me too.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, I feel it.

- Listen, I'll get Doug and we'll meet you

at your car after class, all right?

- All right.

I've got what he wants.

- Tad.

You ready?

- I'm sorry.

I had to go with my dad last night.

He gave the key to the city to Clint Eastwood.

- Did you meet him?

- Yeah.

He's very nice, very cool.

- [Teacher] I'd love to hear about it.

Give me a 10-page report by Friday.

- All right, sure, sure.

(knocking on door)

- I met Fred McMurray once.

(Tad laughs)

(School Administrator whispers)

- Tom Stanton.

Your father needs to speak with you.

- Officer Hanson.

- Yes.

- I'm from Deputy Chief Mason's office.

I've been instructed to inform you

that your investigation of Tad Davis is terminated.

(dramatic synthesizer music)

- [Captain Fuller] So what exactly is happening Jim?

- Adam, don't get me wrong here.

You're doing a great job.

- Terrific, then let us finish.

- Based on what I know about the case,

I have to recommend terminating the investigation.

- (scoffs) Well it's a little bit late for that.

My officers are probably--

- They've already been informed.

- By who?

- Officers of this office.

- Officers of this office?

Jim, you stepped into my command without notifying me first?

Wait a minute, hold up.

Let me guess.

- There's been no political pressure applied from upstairs.

No one outside this department has anything to do with this.

- Well, now there's a thought that never crossed my mind.

Jim, we have a clean case here, and I expect

to be supported by my superior officers.

- Look, Adam.

You're just gonna have to let this go.

You can't have it.

(dramatic synthesizer music)

(blues rock music)

- I can't believe they sat on us.

- Yeah, well, forget it.

- Another 10 minutes, we had him.

- Haven't you heard, my man, you cannot fight City Hall.

- He's doing major business in that school.

- He's an arrogant little nerd.

We can't touch him.

- Yeah, well, maybe we should deal

with the bureaucrats the way they deal with us.

- I can't think that sleazy.

(blues rock music)

- Look, our job is to find the big street connection

at Hammond High, and Davis is your lead.

Now if this kid gets swept up with the rest

of the garbage, it's his own damn fault.

- Very impressive, Captain.

(car honks)

- What the hell happened to you guys yesterday, huh?

Where the hell were you Stanton?

- Hey, hey, hey, man, his dad pulled him out of school.

Nothing happened.

It didn't go down.

- My mom was sick.

- No big deal, relax.

We can do it right now.

- No forget it, I don't wanna do it now.

- I knew you'd wimp out.

- How's this for wimping out?

I want to buy a pound.

- You can't get 12 grand.

- Let me ask you something.

Why do you need so much?

You better not be thinking about dealing at this school.

- It's a lot bigger world than just this school.

- All right, let me talk to a guy.

(sexy saxophone music)

- What's the matter?

- Bobbie...

We've said so much to each other about so many things.

But there's one thing I want you to know.

- Don't tell me you're a closet dialectical materialist.

(Harry laughs)

- I've never told any woman this before--

(door opens)

? Ay, salami-ah

It's Tuesday, right?

Oh!

I'm leaving.

I'm really sorry.

- No, it's late.

- No, no. - I'll leave.

- No, no, you.

You stay.

- But I don't want to impose on anybody.

- We'll both stay.

You won't even know I'm here.

I'll just...

I promise.

Okay, good, good, do that.

- What were you gonna say? (TV clicks on)

(TV crowd cheering)

- Maybe we should wait.

- No, no, please tell me.

- Okay, I know we've only gone out a few weeks,

and I don't wanna rush anything, but I feel compelled.

I care so much--

- [Wrestling Announcer] Don't let emotion

get the best of you Perry.

Lawler knows how to hide it!

- I mean what I'm trying to say is...

Words just--

(wrestling announcer yelling)

- Ooh, a suplex!

- [Wrestling Announcer] One, two, three!

(TV crowd cheers)

That's the three!

- You know this is a record.

We actually spent a whole evening

without you mentioning work even once.

How did you do that?

- Mm hmm.

- You're still at Hammond, aren't you?

- Yeah.

- I thought Fuller was supposed to pull you out of there.

- How do you know that?

That's police business.

- You're going after the son of the one man

in this city who can nail you.

- The kid is moving a ton of drugs.

- So are hundreds of other dealers in this city.

- Yeah, and you wouldn't pull me off of them.

- This guy's gonna eat you alive.

- You have such confidence in me.

(inquisitive synth music)

- [Penhall] You think that's the guy?

- We're getting close.

(moves to suspenseful music)

(slow dramatic music)

(phone dial tone drones)

(disconnected tone beeps)

(phone receiver hangs up)

(knocking on door)

- [Mayor Davis] Tad, we need to talk.

- Just a second, Dad.

Hey, what's up?

I was just getting ready for bed.

- I was just told that your school is

under investigation for narcotics.

And there's talk that you're involved.

And don't lie to me.

Are you doing drugs?

- No way, Dad, come on.

I swear.

- If you're in trouble, let's get some help.

- Well, come on, Dad, what do I know about drugs?

I know some kids in school who do them,

but I don't need that stuff.

- Listen, Tad, I know we haven't had much

of a chance to talk and I just--

- I know, Dad, I know.

Your door's open for me.

I know that.

- Okay.

- All right, listen, I'll see you in the morning, okay?

- All right.

- Good night. - Night, Dad.

(Tad exhales strongly)

- Yes, sir.

- [Penhall] Board of Rights?

- They want me to explain why Tad Davis is

still under police surveillance.

- He's not.

- Yeah, we're playing our game.

It's just, we're after a street connection, right?

- Oh look, guys, I'm not gonna buy our own B.S.

The truth is we were in there to nail Tad Davis.

- You're talking like this is a frame-up,

like he's some innocent kid.

- The truth is he's one of the biggest dealers

in the school, even if he is the pope's son.

- You know these people, they have

to play the game until they win.

So they become the players, the refs, the whole game.

We're nothing but spectators.

- Captain Fuller,

you are charged with improperly deploying police resources

for personal reasons, and you have presented no evidence

that would persuade us that the surveillance

of the mayor's son was not personally motivated.

Therefore, it is the decision of this board

to hereby suspend you as a police officer

without pay for a period of 30 days.

(heavy dramatic music)

(office phones ring)

(office staff chatting)

- Hey, I can't believe what they did to Fuller.

- Believe it.

- We gotta do something.

- You know, when I was in the toilet over at Intelligence,

it was Fuller who pulled me out.

- Yeah, when I almost lost my gig, he was there.

- Fuller's the only one paying for what we all wanted.

Are you gonna be okay with that?

- No, get out of town.

- I swear to god, he was a narc.

That's why they pulled him from school.

- Here.

- It's unbelievable, man.

- What do you got?

- Hey, trip aces.

- Ah, thief.

- Well no wonder he dogged me on that buy then.

- Hey, my old man found out that he was a narc, and--

- [Tad and friends] Boom!

- He was gone.

Which proves my theory that on the old stepladder of life,

cops are still waiting for the bottom rung, ho!

- Couldn't agree with you more.

- Guys, we have got to party, big time!

- If you would set me up with that pound, Tad,

I could contribute to the party.

- Then I will just have to call Jack.

(Troy laughs)

- Oh!

(car sirens on TV)

(TV remote click) (cowboy gun shots)

(TV remote click) (big band swing music)

(TV clicks off)

(Harry sighs)

- New luggage, Harry?

- Listen, Doug.

Oh, man.

Look if you stay here for another night,

there's a good chance I might strangle you in your sleep.

I don't wanna do that.

- Yeah, then I would have to arrest you afterwards,

and it'd be real nasty for everybody involved.

- (sighs) Look, I'm really sorry, man.

- Don't worry about it.

I got plenty of places to stay.

(blues rock music)

(grocery cart rattling)

(blues rock music)

- [Stranger] Good morning.

- Where am I?

- My apartment.

- Who are you?

- I'm Randy.

(Penhall grunts)

- This looks like my old place.

Is this 1518 Cedar Place?

- Yes, it is.

- I used to live here.

This is, this is my old place.

- Oh, so that explains why you were pounding on my door

at 3:30 in the morning, yelling, "I'm home."

- Yeah, I guess.

I must've really tied one on.

Randy...

Did we, I mean...

What exactly happened last night?

- Coffee?

- Randy.

- Nothing, you were such a mess, I slept on the couch.

Cream and sugar?

- Yeah, sure.

This place looks really great.

- You like it?

- You really did a lot with it.

Oh, hey, would it be all right if we ate breakfast

in the, in the, on the table?

- Absolutely.

- Okay.

- So what made you so upset you landed at my doorstep.

- I've always depended on the kindness of strangers.

- You make an interesting Blanche DuBois.

(Doug laughs)

- Well, Dorothy, my girlfriend,

she kicked me out a little while ago.

And ever since then I'd been living on my friend's couch.

- Till last night when he kicked you out too.

- I don't know what it is.

I'm a decent, nice guy.

Till not so long ago, Dorothy was like,

thought I was the best thing since deep dish.

- Maybe she still does.

- Maybe.

I haven't phoned her.

I haven't talked to her.

I really miss her.

- Sounds like two people who love each other

but can't communicate.

Did you ever really try talking to her about her needs?

- Needs?

Well...

We yelled a lot.

You really know a lot about this kind of stuff, don't you?

- When your heart's been broken as many times

as mine, you get the hang of it.

Why don't you go see her?

- Yeah, maybe I will.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You were supposed to come over last night, remember?

- Right, sorry.

You want a cup of coffee?

- Yeah, sure.

- Hey...

You know Fuller got suspended yesterday.

You called it.

- It was an easy call.

- None of us knew about it.

Jackie, when we got pulled off this case,

it wasn't because you told Davis, was it?

- I didn't tell Davis.

- But you told someone.

- I told my boss.

I just wanted to stop this before somebody got hurt,

before you got hurt.

- You betrayed my confidence.

- Don't say that.

- Is Davis gonna give you a promotion for helping his kid?

- No, no he's not.

I was just trying to keep you

from ruining your career, all right?

Tom, don't walk away from me.

- You sold me out,

and my captain got suspended because of it.

- That's exactly what I was trying to prevent if you hadn't

been so damned self-righteous about the whole thing.

- Let me tell you something.

If you want to play political games with Davis, fine.

But I don't do business like that.

(dramatic synth music)

(Kevin laughs)

- She was unbelievable.

Unbelievable.

- I know, man, you got me jealous this, Kev.

- Hey, I know that.

- I know you know.

You're mama told me.

- I know that.

- [Troy] Been here before?

- [Tad] You animals, take your shoes off.

- This is your dad's house?

- Yeah, see what a little hard work can get you?

- I guess him being the mayor and all,

he's not around a lot, right?

- No, actually he is.

He's got an office in the back.

You wanna check it out?

- Oh no, no, that's okay.

You seen one mayor's desk, you've seen them all.

- Nick, Kevin.

Babe, (laughs) you guessed it pal, yeah.

Around 10 o'clock and call the gang from the Heartbreak.

Thank you.

- I'm telling you this guy is connected.

We're gonna have 200 people here tonight

with just 10 phone calls, watch.

- Party?

What about his parents?

- My parents are leaving for the weekend.

That's why Norma Jean is coming out of the closet.

- Ah, Norma Jean at noon.

Man, this is gonna be historic.

- Abso-frickin'-lutely.

We're talking total obliteration,

babes that stick to you like Velcro.

Just a variety of fun folks.

(Kevin laughs)

- Can I get another beer?

- Yeah, sure, kitchen's downstairs.

Bring some sandwich stuff back with you?

- Sure.

Your father won't mind, right?

- I don't even think he's around.

Okay, boys.

- Thank you.

- Tad!

Tad, listen, we're leaving as soon as the car gets here,

so take care of the house, okay?

- Mm.

- All right.

- Oh, Tad, by the way...

Tad?

Oh, we got a good shot.

(doorbell rings)

It's about time.

Marian, car's here, let's go.

(radio rock music)

- Where's the beers, Douglas?

- And the sandwich stuff.

(Tad and friends laugh)

- It's all cleaned out.

- Ah, geez, you'd think the old lady

would hit the store once in a while.

- Hey, man, we gotta get the stuff for the blowout.

Here.

- I'll go make a food run, okay?

- See you later, Douglas.

(light tiptoeing music)

- Marian...

The car's here, let's go.

(light tiptoeing music)

Marian?

(light tiptoeing music)

Where the hell is everybody?

(light tiptoeing music)

- Yeah, well, I'm surprised you went ahead

with this without talking to me first.

- Well, you know, we just wanted to--

- You were making up for my being suspended.

- Cap, I'll bet a week's pay that this dealer, Jack,

is gonna be at Tad's bash this weekend.

Now I think that's our chance to nail him.

- Penhall, you won't have a week's pay

to bet if you continue with this.

Look, I understand what you guys are trying

to do, and I appreciate it.

But I want you to drop this case.

I'm not gonna sit back and give Davis the satisfaction

of throwing your careers down the stinkhole after mine.

(intensely dramatic synth music)

(Partier yells)

('80s rock music)

- Hey, man, how's it hanging, guy?

Ah, Debbie, Debbie.

Mm, mm, you have not looked so good since yesterday.

Ah, my man.

- This thing is hard.

- Thank you very much.

Hey look, man, the metal is down

in the basement, so have a good time.

All right, there you are.

- Hey, where's Tad?

He was supposed to give us some of that good stuff.

- I don't know, but I'll go find him.

I think he's up in his dad's room with Lana.

- Ah ha.

('80s rock music plays faintly)

(knocks on door)

Hey look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, pal,

but there are a couple guys out...

Tad.

Yo, Tad!

Where the hell is he?

(intense synth music building)

(knocking on door)

(plucking guitar music on radio)

- Yeah.

- Can I come in?

- Yeah.

(Mayor Davis sighs)

- I'm really sorry about your son, Mayor Davis.

- Thank you.

All I wanted to do was protect him, but.

- Yeah.

- You get caught up in these big things,

playing Daddy, playing mayor...

Playing God.

All I wanted to do was protect my family.

That's very important to me.

- What I realize is,

nothing more devastating than losing a child.

- Look, I know that I don't have any right

to ask you this,

but I need your help.

- What can I do?

- I want the man who killed my son.

- There is no man who killed your son.

- Get the man who sold him the drugs!

Don't say it, don't even hint

that Tad would still be alive today if I'd let you bust him.

I cannot live with that.

Please.

Just help me.

You can have your job back.

You can have whatever you want.

Just get the dope off the streets

so that no father has to suffer...

What I've gone through.

(soft dramatic music)

- Okay.

(dramatic synth music)

- [Hanson] Who's the source?

- I don't know, I swear.

- Come on, Troy, you know Jack.

- Maybe.

- Well maybe you can think a little harder

unless you'd like the idea of making new friends in jail.

- Jail, what for?

- You're a co-principle.

You're an accessory to murder.

- Hey, I didn't sell him the drugs.

- Was Tad your friend?

- Yeah.

- Were you dealing drugs?

- [Penhall] Yes.

- He died from those drugs.

(pulsing dramatic music)

- Okay, Captain, we're going in.

- All right, all units prepare to close.

(intercom buzzes)

- [Man] Yeah?

- Yeah, it's Troy and, and the new guy.

(door buzzes open)

(battering ram clanks)

- Step right in, man.

- Troy Boy, good to see you.

Taking over Tad's business, huh?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Upwardly mobile.

Real shame about Tad.

Hey, live fast, die young.

What's your name?

- Doug.

- Now they get younger every year. (laughs)

Has he been checked?

- Uh, no.

- Frank.

(Frank pats Penhall down)

I never trust anyone under 30, Troy Boy.

- [Frank] Boy's all clean.

- Good work, Troy.

Just kept yourself from joining Tad.

Douglas, I hear you want to buy a pound.

- Yeah.

I got the 12,000 dead presidents.

Troy says you can handle my order.

- Frank.

- Oh.

- Sad Tad.

Kid thought he ran the world

because his old man was the mayor.

Hell, his daddy could've been President.

Wouldn't have made any difference. (laughs)

(Penhall sighs)

(slow questioning music)

- [Penhall] Nice.

- Colombia's finest.

- All units, close in now.

(suspenseful music)

(guns are cocked)

(suspenseful music)

- Pleasure doing business with you.

- Yeah.

(gun firing)

- Freeze, police!

(pulsing chase music)

- Get stupid, Jack,

and I'm gonna take great pleasure in blowing you away.

(building suspenseful music)

(office staff chatting)

(office phones ring)

- You're not returning my calls.

- You noticed.

- Don't do this to me.

I think I deserve more than that.

- What?

- Look, I did it to protect you, okay?

I know what I did was wrong.

I'm asking you to forgive me.

- I can't.

- I'm sorry you feel that way.

- Yeah, well.

(bittersweet music)

- Hey, Captain.

(Penhall claps)

(officers and staff applaud)

(staff cheers)

(strolling upbeat music)

(melancholic guitar music)

("21 Jump Street Theme" instrumental music)

(triumphant orchestral music)

(smooth electric guitar lick)