All language subtitles for Dirty.2005.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG_English

[***]

NARRATOR:
In this city, you're nothin'

unless you're part of something
better than yourself.

I joined a gang
when I was 10 years old.

I loved being a gangsta.

I loved my barrio.

Maybe that's why
I became a cop.

With that power
came responsibility.

With responsibility
came opportunity.

And with opportunity
came corruption.

It was like the plague.
Everybody got sick.

[***]

Hey, hold up, Salim. Chill out.
There's somebody comin'.

There's nothin' to see
out here, sir.

Go back inside.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Salim, kick back, homey.
S-- Salim.

You want a gun in your hand
and a bullet in your head too?

Oh, you don't fuckin' hear me?

I'm-a shoot you
in your motherfuckin' face!

I'll hit you
in your motherfuckin' head!

Salim, damn it. Salim!

[***]

[SIRENS WAILING]

Undercover.
Undercover.

POLICE:
Put your hands up in the air.

Undercover.
Undercov--

[***]

NARRATOR:
I didn't give a fuck
about killing two gangsters.

That was our mission.

They were our quota.

Those were our orders.

I believed in what I did.

I believed in protecting
the people

from the dirt on the streets.

I believed there was
a difference

between us and them.

But man or animal...

there are some lines
we should not cross.

And my partner killed
an innocent man.

Still...

...I never thought
I'd be a rat.

I love my partner
like a brother.

And I love my unit
like my own family.

But after that night,
I had changed.

[HORN HONKS]

I didn't have a choice.

My conscience
was takin' care of that.

I know.
I know it's a cliché, but...

they taste so good--
Do you want one?

Why the hell you rollin' up
on me at my crib?

I think it's best we talk
in person, so hop in.

We need something else.

We need your partner
to corroborate your testimony.

Nah, he ain't gonna roll.

We need you
to talk to him.

Look, I'll take a poly,
I'll do whatever it takes.

Won't fly in court.
You know that.

And one more finger-pointin'
rat will.

Some finger-pointin'...

a little name-calling...

should do the trick.

There some reason you don't want
him comin' in with ya?

He knows what you're doin'...

maybe he'll change his mind.

[STARTS ENGINE]

Today's the day.

[STARTS ENGINE]

Guys like me
are what we always were...

[***]

Expendable.

[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

WOMAN:
Elijah, did you clean your room
this morning?

No.
Go clean it.

Okay.
All right. Thank you.

Girl [ON TV]:
Feed us. We're starving.

[HORN HONKS]

[HONKS HORN]

I gotta go.

MAN [ON TV]:
Oh, what am I supposed to eat?

We don't have any food
for a sandwich.

My son,
motherfuckin' superhero.

Catch any bad guys lately? Hm?

[SILLY, SINISTER MUSIC ON TV]

Early tomorrow morning...
What's this?

You will take the children
to the forest,

where it is thickest,
and leave them there to die.

[THUNDER CRASHES]
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH, LAUGHS]

Turn that shit off. Baby.

Yeah.

His momma's coming
to pick him up.

[SIGHS]

That bitch?
ELIJAH: Daddy, don't go.

Hope she gonna be on time
this time.

Don't forget your lunch.

[***]

[CREAKING]

[DOOR SHUTS]

[MUTTERS]
Fuckin' asshole.

[LAUGHING]

[EFFEMINATELY]
Can I suck your dick,
Officer Sancho?

Go put your uniform on.
Come on, dog.

Tsk. Why you think we gotta
bitch up to them IA fucks?

Fifteen to life
a good enough reason?

Not to wear them
fag suits.

You really want me
to wear that shit?

I ain't getting' in that ride
with you lookin' like that, man.

[SIGHS]

I ain't doin' it.

Tsk. Man... Take a bullet for
you, cuz, but this shit?

Punk-ass motherfucker.

You owe me, cuz.

You heard me?
[HINGES CREAK]

Excuse me, sir?

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

ARMANDO:
Ah! Oh, fuck.

SALIM:
Seein' ghosts again, homey?

A lot of ghosts
in this fuckin' town.

Better check yourself today.

They'll Section Eight
your ass.

[PANTING]

What time
they wanna see you today?

Six p.m.

Yeah, me too.

I hope it don't take
too long.

Gotta make me
some money today.

Get me some rims
and a motherfuckin' Rolex.

Adel.

Your nametag's on upside down.

And you got a fuckin'
diamond in your ear.

I look good, though.

Hear me?

[***]

So, cuz, one of them street ho's

hands over 40 quarters
to her pimp.

Pimp says, "Quarters, girl?

Which one of them niggas
pays you in quarters?"

Ho says,
"Well, all of them,

"they all done paid
in quarters.

One at a time."

[LAUGHS]

Just wanna make it
through this day.

That's all I wanna do.

I just wanna stick my dick
in somethin'.

Stick your dick
in somethin'?

You'd fuck a dog
if you had the chance.

That's not very nice.
[CHUCKLES]

Ooh, what's up, ladies?

You ever have
a black and blue?

You're a pig.
Get out of here.

SALIM: Ah, don't be mad.
[TIRES SCREECH]

We can make it, baby!
She just ran that light.

[ARMANDO LAUGHS]
Crazy-ass bitch.

I should've gave
that bitch a ticket.

Nasty-ass, trick-ass bitch.

[LAUGHS]

[***]

What do we got here?

Oh, these motherfuckers
are lost.

I'm sorry, we're lost.

You shouldn't be down here.
You don't belong here, ma'am.

Roll your window up, cuz.
Can you give us some directions?

Don't even think
of helping them. Hear me?

[SIREN BEEPS]

Oh, okay.

Remember what I said.
It's a mistake.

Just tell them-- Um--
How can I help you, ma'am?

What?
MAN: I'm sorry?

How can I help you,
ma'am?

I'm having trouble
with his accent.

Um--
I'm sorry, sir--

I'm looking for a restaurant.
No, Salim, come on.

Oh, shit, nigga.

Sir, please exit the vehicle.
Son of a bitch.

What? We ju--
Sir, please exit the vehicle.

What?

Oh, you can't understand
my nigger accent either?

Get your punk ass
out the car, bitch.

Get the fuck out the car,
put your hands on the hood.

Hurry up, motherfucker.
Put your hands on the hood.

I'm not fuckin' with you.

Face down.
Don't be eyein' me and shit.

What is this shit?

You don't need that shit.
Stay still, motherfucker.

The fuck is this?

What you got in there?

You don't need that shit.

Don't move until I say "move."
Yes, sir.

Don't "yes, sir" me,
motherfucker. Just stay still.

Look at this.

Mmm!

All the bells and whistles.

Put your hands
on the ceiling.

Put your hands
on the ceiling!

What is that,
seat warmers?

You got 'em too in there?

Come on, let me see.

Bet you like to take it
to the grocery store, huh?

Excuse me
while I move down your leg...

Oh.

Oh, shit,
I know what this is.

[***]

I love the vehicle.
You like it?

Uh, can I--?

Do you like the motherfucking
$65,000 vehicle?

Yes.
Yes, I like it--

All right then,
get in it and drive off.

Hurry up,
sir.

I ain't got all day
in this motherfucker.

Just go ahead, straight
ahead under the bridge,

and on your right
will be an on-ramp.

Just go ahead and hop
on the freeway--

Zero to 60 in 8 seconds.
Let's see it.

Go ahead, I'll close
my eyes. I'm not lookin'.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Adiós, amigo!

[CHUCKLES]
I hate white people.

Can we go now?

Hey, he was
disrespecting you, cuz.

Liberal prick.

They were Charlie.
You know it.

And you
my motherfuckin' homey.

Got to soldier up, cuz.

[STARTS ENGINE]

Hey, look at this.

Look at this.
That says "lawyer."

Look at all--
He got 50 names in there.

Heh. You know he was
into some dirty shit.

[POMPOUSLY]
Craig Humphrey.

What kinda name is that
for a nigga, "Humphrey"?

[TIRES SCREECH]

[WEST COAST MAFIA GANG'S
"GANGSTA PIMPIN'" PLAYING]

* We poppin' collars
Like "Oh, yeah" *

* Gangsta limpin'
We mackin', pimpin' *

* You know that
Shake it, baby *

* I'm lovin' the way
You throw that *

* Liked your picture
But you a stripper *

* Ass so fat

* We droppin' dollars
We poppin' collars *

* Like, "Oh, yeah"

* Gangsta limpin'
We mackin', pimpin' *

* You know that
Shake it, baby *

* I'm lovin' the way
You throw that *

* Liked your picture
But you a stripper *

* Ass so fat

* I'm in the club, but I ain't
Lookin' for a new bitch *

[WOMAN WHOOPING]

Whoo, lookin' good, ladies.
[LAUGHING]

MAN:
Hey, check out these bitches.

Sanchito, we all
in blue today, huh?

You know how we do it.

This is mucho,
macho cabrónes.

Goin' to the prom, girls?

Only if you're my bitch.
Hey, hey, hey, watch it.

Don't touch me, nigga.
What's up?
Oh, it's on?

It's always on.
Come on, none of this.

MAN:
All right, let's get going.

Good luck today, man.

Thanks, dog.
I appreciate that.

After you.
Thank you, baby.

Before we get going...

Officer Wallace
has something to share.

Tell your fellow officers
about your experience yesterday.

Yes, sir.

I was, uh, approaching
a somewhat hostile crowd...

[GUNSHOT]

...surrounding
a drive-by shooting victim.

[WOMAN SOBBING]
I noticed that the victim,

some gangbanger known as
Little Angel,

had his brains falling out of
the back of his head.

WOMAN:
Where were you guys?
What do we pay you for?

And the mother was trying
to put the brains back in.

But the more she tried...
the more they kept falling out.

It was like spaghetti
or something.

Then she said,
"No wonder people kill cops."

Nobody in this room
feels worse for her than, uh...

Officer Wallace.
Is that right?

Yes, sir.

But that isn't why people
kill cops, is it, Wallace?

No, sir.
Why do people kill cops?

Sir, because they see us
as the enemy.

Because they distrust us.
CAPTAIN: No.

It's because those people...
are not people at all.

What's the difference
between us and them, Wallace?

I don't know
Think about it.

Officer Sancho?

Sir.
What do we do here?

Sir, we fight fire
with fire.

There's a war out there
on the streets.

And the blood
on that poor mother's hands...

is blood on all
of our hands.

Now, you go out
there today

and knock heads
with the enemy.

Make sure...

the letters P-O-L-I-C-E

is branded on the head
of every gangbanger

like a cowboy's branding iron.

Remember,
you are the elite.

The chosen few.

One felon a day

is all you need to do.

Dismissed.

MAN: Let's roll.
Fellas.

SALIM:
That's a sweet little story
you told there...rookie.

Shut up, nigga.
You know what I'm sayin'?

You serious?
Watch my baton, nigga.

Come on.
Who the fuck you pushin,' bitch?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're a rookie, don't forget
that shit, motherfucker.

Why you messin' with him,
anyway?

Tryin' to heat
the young kids up.

Know what I mean?
No...

Bye, Salim.

Lieutenant, give us
a minute, will ya?

Sure.
Thanks.

[***]

[CLACKING]

So...

today is the day.

I can't tell you how much faith
I have in you two.

Thank you, sir.

You know how
these things go.

Somebody on the outside

thinks they can do our job
better than we do.

[SCOFFS]

They get upset
because we play ball.

But as long as crime
keeps going down...

all we gotta do
is ride it out.

And ride it out
is what we're gonna do.

You can count on us, sir.

Good. You okay, Armando?

A little nervous, sir.

Look, I know only
the best intentions

were behind
what happened that day.

Mistakes happen
in the fog of war.

You're a good man.

But the world
is a bad place.

You do the best you can
in a bad place.

Remember that.

Yes, sir.

Last week...

more third-strikers
were put away by us

than any other division
in the city.

Be proud.

Walk tall.

I'll take care of ya.

Don't worry.

Yes, sir.

A man said...

"Someday
a real rain's gonna come

and wash all the scum
off the street."

Only it don't rain
in the desert.

So we gotta do
all the scum-washin' ourselves.

Nigga better get
a life vest.

A little hair of the dog?

I'm a drunk.
I'm always thirsty.

See you in a second.

Cool.
Right.

[DIALING]

[LINE RINGING]

MAN [IN JAMAICAN ACCENT
ON PHONE]:

Yeah.

MAN:

CAPTAIN:
Bury them under
the fuckin' freeway.

MAN:

CAPTAIN:
Don't worry,
you'll get yours.

MAN:
Yeah, man. Pleasure doin'
business with you.

[***]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's happening?

You know the drill.
Come on.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

SALIM:
Yo, are we supposed to be
wearin' a wire?

Bet this reminds you
of Valentine's Day,

when your father would beat you
and then make love to you.

Quit your bitchin',
pussy.

SALIM: Fuck you, man.
[MAN LAUGHS]

You got a problem with it?
Talk to the man. Come on.

They want
more ice.

What time you guys meetin' IA?

1800.

What did the captain
tell you?

He said to stay away from
corrupt motherfuckers like you.

You got
your stories straight?

We in the loop.
Don't worry about us.

We know what's happenin'.
Know what I mean?

So, what do you got planned
for the rest of the day?

Same ol',
same ol'.

You got a little time for
a little ring-a-ding then, huh?

Fo' sho'.

Nah. I don't think so.

[***]

Do you know the definition
of "opportunity"?

No?

"Opportunity:

a favorable juncture
of circumstances."

Or let's see...
Another one would be...

Uh, if you like, "a good chance
for advancement of progress."

You understand that?

Opportunity.
[PHONE RINGS]

Advancement of fucking progress.

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]
[FOOTSTEPS]

MAN:
Lieutenant.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[***]

All right, good. Perfect.

"I don't think so,"
motherfucker?

Embarrass me in front
of the lieutenant like that?

Hey, don't think for us.

What you doin' here?
It's all right.

What the fuck you doin?'
All right. Okay.

Try me.

[SIGHS]

Well...

[CLEARS THROAT]

What do you think?

We're in.

All right.

That's what I like
to see, kid.

Well, to good livin'.

That's what
I'm talkin' about.

[GLASSES CLINK]
Cheers.

Salud.

Now, here's the deal:
There's a guy named Brax,

who's been reaching out to us.

I know Brax. It's, uh...
Damian Baine's right-hand man.

SALIM:
Nigga owns every nightclub
in town.

Well, he's got some scam,

and he's in a real hurry
to get it done. I mean, quick.

You guys cool with that?
SALIM: Cool.

I can set up a meeting
between you guys and him

at this Mexican joint.
All right?

Now...there's...

13 keys
of the most pure shit

you ever seen in your life
sitting downtown

in Evidence, with your names
written all over it.

We get these 13 keys
to Baine,

who's responsible
for getting it back?

[CHUCKLES]

Who the fuck do you think?

I almost forgot. Shit.

I got you guys...

courtside seats
to the playoffs tonight.

SALIM:
What?

So make it quick at IA.
You understand?

You guys are gonna have
some fun today.

That's what's up.
You know what I mean?

You guys
enjoy the game tonight.

Mm.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...

Nigga, I never been courtside
to the playoffs before.

What? I ain't never even been
to the playoffs before.

Shit. Hoo-hoo!

Why would that cheap
motherfucker

give us free tickets
to the playoffs?

I don't know.

But it says something
that he's coming to us

and not that motherfuckin'
wetback.

Know what I mean?

It's just a fuckin'
game, man. That's all it is.

Hey, don't stick your dick
in the gift horse's mouth.

All right? It means
somethin'. Ya heard me?

Yes, sir.

Today's the day, my nigga.

We on the come up.

We comin' up!

[BARKS]

I don't like it, Salim.

Take a leg up
when you get it. Shit.

Why in the hell would anybody
wanna give us a leg up?

Tryin' to show trust in us.
Shit.

[SCOFFS]
"Trust in us."

Hey, man, we get in with Baine,
we get rich. Hear me?

Pretty quick to get
on that Baine program, ain't ya?

Don't hate the player. Hate the
game, cuz. You know the deal.

MAN:
You're Officer Sancho?

Do I look Mexican?

It's my partner.

Your badge
is upside down.

Yeah, it's been one
of them mornings.

Hey, beautiful.

Officer Sancho?

Yeah.

Something wrong, officer?

Yo, cuz,
we in a hurry.

Yeah, well, I'm not.

So give me a minute while I call
the requesting judge, okay?

Uh, sir? Sir.

Listen, we're late,
our job's on the line...

We really need
to get going.

You wouldn't want another
drug dealer on the street

if we're fuckin' late,
would you?

[BUZZING]

Woo-hoo!

Motherfuckin'
candy store.

Toxicology
was here earlier.

Ran a test sample.
So no funny stuff.

SALIM: No funny stuff.
You.

Sign that.

Had more than a few pieces
of evidence disappear

after being checked out
by your division officers.

Zip that up.

This gets back by 5.
[STAMPING DOCUMENT]

I'll take that.

Follow procedure,
officers. Five o'clock.

So, what the fuck was that
shit about back there?

What?

The name on the slip,
that's what.

What name you want on it?
How about your own name?

Why mine, bitch?

Well, it's your fucking gig,
ain't it?

Oh, no, fuck that.
We partners, man.

We in this together.
As always.

What, you got something
to say? Say it.

Fuck it.
Say it, motherfucker.

Yeah, I thought so.

[CLASSIFIED'S "HEAVY ARTILLERY"
PLAYING"]

* Yo, now is you ready
For the man *

* Steppin' in
With the heavy artillery *

* Both hands cocked to the back
Ready and willingly *

* Spit fire over tracks
You ain't feelin' me *

* Judgin' how I look
Not by lyrical abilities *

* Please, this is for
My people in the background *

* Stayin' out the limelight
Moldin' how a track sounds *

* Walk
* With my cap down

* Class
* Never back down

* Fight
* To the last round

* I'm like Parker Lewis
Can't lose *

Watch my back, cuz,
while I check this nigga.

* I don't get bad moods
Sometimes I'm just pissed off *

* Drive by in your ride
Wave hi *

* And you'll get flipped off
It's like that... *

[IN SPANISH]

BRAX:
Salim Adel.

You in here sortin' through
the little table

full of niggas, huh?
What you lookin' for, man?

You ain't come in here to do
the black man no harm, did you?

Friendlies in blue,
that's all.

Oh, yeah?

Salim Adel
in a fuckin' faggot suit. Heh.

[IN SPANISH]

I guess you ain't
the only one suckin' dick

and sellin' rock, huh?
Shut the fuck up, nigga.

Hey.
Shut the fuck up--

Hey, there ain't
gonna be no disrespect.

No disrespectin'.

I ain't disrespecting
you, cuz.

Played football together,
remember?

Used to run with the same set.
Don't talk to me

about no motherfuckin'
football, nigga.

I'm a fuckin' O.G.
I'm a ghetto superstar,

and I'm a international pimp.

I got fans all over
the fuckin' world, nigga.

True as a bullet
in a pig's head.

ARMANDO [IN SPANISH]:

Man, go into the car, nigga.
You, go to the car.

Yeah, I wanna talk
to this nigga by myself.

Everybody, get the fuck out
of here, matter of fact.

See this shit?
What the fuck is this?

That's one of them
new joints too.

A Mark XII or some shit.

Got all the bells
and whistles.

High connectivity
and shit.

So...you get what you told?

Thirteen.
Let me see it.

No, cuz. Not here.

Keepin' it safe,
till we know what we're doin'.

[LAUGHS]

Hey, you're a smart
motherfucker, huh?

Hey, man, I'm in a big
motherfuckin' hurry,

and I heard that you was too.

So what's the dilly-o?

Tell you what the deal is:

You gonna be
a rich motherfucker

if you shut
your smart motherfuckin' mouth.

If you don't shut
your smart motherfuckin' mouth,

I'm gonna walk out
on your punk ass.

All right, man,
when and where?

Come to the club. In the back.

And bring the shit.

Today is the day, nigga.

SALIM:
You ain't gonna believe
this shit, cuz.

ARMANDO:
What? We're supposed to go
to Baine's crib

with the motherfuckin' bricks
in our hand?

Don't start gettin'
all paranoid on me now.

We ain't givin' 'em shit.
It's staying right in the car.

Man, they said to bring
the shit in.

Why the fuck we ain't gonna
bring the shit in?

[DOOR OPENS]

Baine got his drugs,

lieutenant got his hands clean
for the murders.

No way we could
turn him in to IA...

if we both fuckin' dead.

What the fuck
did you just say?

What the fuck you thinking
about sayin' to IA?

What the fuck you thinking
about tellin' IA, man?!

Nothin'.
You damn right, nothin'.

Better check yourself
for that shit.

[PLAYING HEAVY, SINISTER RAP]

The fuck you lookin' at me
like that for, punk?

What, nigga?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Why the fuck
you be disrespectin'

our friends like that?

They ain't your friends,
nigga.

Leave the shit
in the car.

Hey, hey, hey.
Listen up.
[CLOSES DOOR]

You gotta stop believin'
the hype.

Thinkin' that there's
some gang war out here and shit.

Well, there ain't.
It's done.

Everybody's so fuckin' rich
off the narco,

they ain't mad doggin' anymore.

We the only gang that's left.

So wise up, nigga. Wise up.

SALIM:
You know,
he invited us to Vegas.

Hear me?

Mm-hm.
But he said,

"Don't come
wearin' your blues

'cause you ain't gonna get
your nutsack sucked that way."

We go see Baine,
the shit's stayin' in the car.

Let's not get
jumped in, man.

This is our time now.

Huh?

No.
[SIGHS]

Shit's staying
in the car.

We hook up with Baine,
we are on top of the pile, man.

I wanna go to Vegas.

I wanna get my nutsack
sucked. Huh?

[GROANS]

I know you wanna get
your nutsack sucked.

Ha-ha-ha! Huh?

How many nuts you think a bitch
can keep in her mouth?

[SIGHS]

Come on, man,
ho's got to eat too.

[CHUCKLES]

Don't look at me like that,
motherfucker.

You ever seen me go off?
But I only got but two.

Shit. Not counting the one
in your asshole, that's three.

That's tres.
How do you say that?

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[SALIM LAUGHS]

Motherfuckos.

Ya shit pesos.

It's all I'm talkin' about.

SALIM:
Vegas! Vegas, nigga!

ARMANDO:
Shit's stayin' in the car.

I don't give a fuck
how many nuts you get sucked.

I don't know how
to make this shit work.

You keep that shit, nigga.
That shit ain't for niggas.

BRAX:
'Sup? You all dressed up, huh?

Those real
blue contacts?

Oh, please. That real gold paint
on that bullshit-ass chain?

Don't fuck with Jesus.

Yeah, right.

[SCOFFS]

Yo.

This is Brax.
I'm out here with 'em.

We're waitin' for my man.
He got what we need.

BRAX:
We're good to go.

[C-BO'S "STREET LIFE" PLAYS]

* West Side

* West Coast

* Mafia

* Yo, check it

* It's the street life
Where ya hustle to eat right *

* Hold your heat tight
Life's a cheap price *

* Go to sleep light
Fuck 'em all *

* I'm a baller, get it on

* With my back
Against the mob, mob *

* It's the street life
Where ya hustle to eat right *

* Hold your heat tight
Life's a cheap price *

* Go to sleep light
Fuck 'em all *

* I'm a baller, get it on

* With my back
Against the mob, mob, mob *

[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

* West Side

* West Coast

[IN JAMAICAN ACCENT]

[ROLLS TONGUE]

Yup.

Thirteen keys
of righteous dope.

Careful, she bites.

Yo.

Nantucket.

Police!

Don't move, man.
Police! Put 'em up!

Yeah, that's right.

Thirteen keys.

SALIM:
So we use the drugs
to get the money and keep both?

Sounds pretty easy.
If it's so easy...

why don't you
just do it yourself?

[HISSING]
Yo.

Rodriguez and Sayed?

No.

Lieutenant made
the call already.

They said they're comin' over
in about an hour.

What we gettin' paid?

[CHUCKLES]

[***]

[TALKING
INDISTINCTLY]

Whoa, hey, hey, hey!
Relax, man. Relax.

We got the fuckin' job, cuz.
We got the job.

What did I say?

What did I fuckin' say?

You said, "What did I say?"

You said, "Leave the shit
in the car."

But you was wrong, man.
They didn't fuckin' jack us.

They hired us.
[HUFFING]

We're gonna go back
to the lieutenant,

and we gonna tell him,
"No fuckin' way."

We're gonna go
to our IA meeting,

and then
we gonna go home.

And we gonna survive.

[CHUCKLING]

You scared.

I've never seen you
scared before.

Yeah, maybe you
should be too.

You don't think
I know what's up? Huh?

All I know is, they wanna
get rich, I wanna get rich,

and I know
you wanna get rich.

I'll tell you
what you get.

You get got as soon as
you walk in that door.

If they wanted to kill us,
they'd have done it already.

They'd have done it
at the motherfuckin' taco stand.

Huh?

Man, you gotta chill
with the mind-fuck, cuz.

Your punk-ass can't handle
the motherfuckin' pressure.

Now get
this motherfuckin' gun off me.

The fuck is wrong
with you? Huh?

[PANTING]

I mean, listen to me, man.

I'm talkin'...
hundreds of thousands,

maybe even more!

I know you can use
some real money

instead of dealin'
with all this...

little fuckin' weasely shit.

What, you think
I'm a dumb nigga

just 'cause I wanna buy shit?
Huh?

Doesn't matter
what you spend it on.

We both want it.

Shit, we both
need it.

Fuck it.

We ain't got nothin'
better else to do.

What we got, huh?
Not a motherfuckin' thing.

[SIGHS]

Man, we do this one gig,

this one motherfuckin' hit...

nigga, we set for life,
ya heard me?

I ain't gonna
shoot anybody.

We go in there clean,

we take the money,

and we walk the fuck out.

Hey...I ain't lookin'
for no battle neither.

So from here on out,
what I say, goes.

Got it?

Yes sir, massa. Aw, shit.

You say that shit,
or I walk out this fuckin' door.

[SCOFFS]

What you say, go.

Huh?

What you say, go.

What you say, go, motherfucker.

[CHUCKLING]

For my nigga.

Huh. Maybe today's
the day after all.

Good.

Let's go punk down
the motherfucker.

[***]

Thank you for coming in
again, captain.

We appreciate your time.
Whatever I can do to help.

Good.

Ready, gentlemen?

Ready.

You testified
that the two young men

killed by your officers
were both gang members?

Yes.

And the older man who was shot
by your officers

outside the bar,

you said he was intoxicated
and confrontational.

He reached into his pocket

for what my officers thought
was a gun.

The safety of my men
is my first priority.

I thought your first priority
was to serve and protect.

My men are soldiers.

Soldiers kill people,
captain.

Cops help people.

Until Officers Sancho and Adel
were hired by me,

the only light they saw

was the flash
from the barrel of a gun.

Now, if you want
to politicize this event

and ruin their lives--

The only lives we're concerned
with are the families

of the men who lost
their lives that night.

And that's why
you'll never understand

what it means to be a cop.

This ain't Bay Street.

What they doin'
at the beach?

Fuckin' dirty-ass hippies
freak me out, man.

Lookin' for somebody stupid
enough to walk up to a door

with a bag full of shit
and say, "Nantucket."

Thought that was gonna be me.

Hey, if this
is a fuckin' setup,

we not the ones gettin' shot
in the back of the head.

We're gonna go in,
make this jack move happen.

Who's the ruthless-ass
motherfucker?

I like it.

[***]

Okay. You ready?

Aah! Okay.

GIRL:
Now, see?

Yeah. I have to be good.

[LAUGHS]

Good. Yeah, I'm good.

You lookin' good.
You might take me out.
See?

Dude. Dude, what
are you look--?
[LAUGHING]

Man, what are you
lookin' at, dude?

[BOTH TALKING AT ONCE]

Look. Look.
It's right here.

See somethin' you like,
it's right here.

Fuck you! You can't
just pimp me out!

Go get
her crackin', man.

What?

You don't like
what you see or somethin'?

I ain't about to kiss you
in front of your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend, okay?
Excuse me.

Shit, I can kiss
whoever the fuck I want.

[SIGHS]

And maybe
I wanna kiss you.

BOY:
Oh, is that right?

[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

BOY 2:
Hey, police! Police!

GIRL:
Shit!

SALIM:
Hey, don't run! Don't run!

Hey, now.

ARMANDO:
Don't run,
you little motherfuckers.

I said stop, you little bitch.
Come on.

SALIM:
Don't make it hard on yourself.

[ALL YELLING]

What, you forgot the rules now?

You're not supposed
to fuck with the man.

Shut--
Motherfucker!

Huh? What happens when you run?

Huh? What's
the fuckin' rule?

You get a beatdown.
That's right.

You tryin'
to get a beatdown?

Why you runnin', anyway?

What, you got
somethin' to hide?

We run because you two
motherfuckers is too violent.

We run because you shoot me,
and you put a gun in my hand.

Shut the fuck up.
Did I ask you?

Hey, leave him
the fuck alone, man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I just caught somethin' now.

What we got here,
lovebirds?

[BOYS LAUGHING]

Nice friends
you got there.

Yeah, well...

at least we ain't
a bunch of pigs, right?

[SPITS]

Who the fuck you spittin' at,
motherfucker? Huh?

Who the fuck
you spittin' at?

Salim.
Stay still, bitch.

SALIM:
Stay the fuck still.

Salim, let her go.
Come on, let's go.

Fuckin' spit on me.

Hey.

I'm guessin'
white cotton panties.

I bet you I can get you wet
in front of your boyfriend.

I bet you
she's a cueball.

Nice and tasty too, huh?

Come on, Salim,
let's get outta here.

N-n-nigga, just hold up.
Hold up.

I just wanna make sure
she ain't hidin' nothin'

underneath here.

No worry, Rita,
he can't touch you.

Rita?

Is that your name, huh?

Is that your name?

All right, well, Rita,
just think of this

as a visit
to the gynecologist.

[WHIMPERING]

What did I say?

Score one for the niggas
in blue, huh?

White cotton undies.

Yeah, man.
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold up. Hang on.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I forgot. Are you
cue balled or not?

Let's see up here...

No. No, please!

Please!
Yep.

Her stinky's bare.

[GROANS]

[SNIFFS]

[CHUCKLES]

You done?

We done.

Go on, get your shit,

and get the fuck
outta here, girl.

Bye, baby.

Hey!

[IN SPANISH]

English, motherfucker.

[***]

Let's cut to the chase,
captain.

Do you know
if any of your officers,

Sancho and Adel included,

were involved
in any criminal activity?

No. Absolutely not.

Okay.
[CLICKS ON RECORDER]

Violence is a language
that people understand.

And sometimes,
when it's necessary...

When it's necessary...

Oh, it sounds beautiful.

These convictions you hold

are far more dangerous
to the truth than to lies.

You're knee-deep
in a pile of shit.

We're all knee-deep
in a pile of shit.

And it doesn't matter
how high up you think you are.

It doesn't matter
if you can smell it yet.

It's the same pile of shit
we're all sinkin' in.

Don't let morality
make you stupid.

SALIM:
"Splooge."

What kind of a name
is that for a nigga?

That's the sound
my dick makes

when it's slippin'
into your girlfriend.

Maybe you should
lay off

the shit a little,
Officer Salim.

You know, maybe you could
actually get it up

and not have to threaten
little girls.

What did you
just say to me?

You heard me, coke dick.

You believe this guy?

Man, this is a motherfuckin'
violation of informant's rights.

Plus, you guys didn't even
pay me last time.

This nigga rat
on his own peeps,

and he wants us to be fair.
My peeps?

Baby gangstas ain't got
no morals nowadays, cuz.

Oh, okay. So, just 'cause
I'm black, I'm a gangsta?

You stupid, ignorant,
racist motherfucker.

I ain't no gangsta.
You a gangsta.

Shut him up.

You feel better about yourself
with that badge on?

It's a fuckin'
piece of plastic, yo.

Little name callin'
should do the trick.

Man, shut him the fuck up.

A rat is what you are.

Lowest piece of shit
on the face of the earth.

WOMAN:
Won't fly in court.
You know that.

You heard me? Why did you
get this motherfucker, man?

You couldn't pick
one of them other niggas?

You pick
this stupid motherfucker.

A parasite is what you are,
motherfucker.

Rat on your own
fuckin' people.

This motherfucker
ratted on all you motherfuckers.

This little punk-ass
nigga here.

Splooge! I ain't callin' you
Splooge no more.

I'm gonna call you
Dick Juice.

Fucking pay me!

ARMANDO:
Hey, shut him the fuck up!

See, you done fucked up, right?
You know that, right?

Just to let you know,
Rita's gonna kill you.

Rita...

Oh, yeah, Rita.

Fuck you. Don't know
what your fuckin' problem is.

SPLOOGE:
Oh, shit. What the--?

Now what?

We watch...wait,

and look for anything
that doesn't look normal.

Hey, cuz...
think I see somethin'.

[CHUCKLES]

Motherfuckin' duct tape
good for everything, yo.

[***]

* Yeah
All my real hip-hop heads *

* Runnin' through the jungle
Feel this *

* You ain't, you ain't
You ain't, you ain't *

* Check it, check it
Check it, check it *

* Checkin' up
Nothin' *

Nothin', chump *

* In a world of ill stress

* I get fresh
And sit best *

* With it all in my chest
Start shit, effortless *

* Decepticon, but then...

Anybody here strapped?
I need a piece.

* A radio equipped with a gat
And a bird on my shoulder *

* With a nice coat
A venomous back *

* I walk the streets
Rambo stick style *

* With walkie-talkies
Co-op Cali wild niggas *

* That'll stop your heartbeat

* Feel the brain
of the technician *

* With a tech position
I spit intellectual... *

[RINGS BELL]

[***]

You're up, nigga.
Come on.

Come on.

MAN:
Who the fuck
that lumpy-ass nigga?

Big egghead-lookin'
crackhead,

Michael Jackson-lookin'
motherfucker.

That's an ugly nigger
right there.
Oh, shit.

Okay. Soon as you inside,
soon as you see the money,

and they know you
ain't there to jack 'em,

that's when we come in
like Scud missiles.

Droppin' em down.

And all you gotta do
is drop the drugs, jump down

and crawl
your black ass outside.

And what do
I get?

MAN:
Oh, look. They jackin'
that nigga up.

They roughin'
that nigga.

You don't get beat no more.

That hurt?
[GASPS]

Sorry.

Well, at least give me
a gun or somethin,' man.

I gotta be packin' some heat.
Gimme a ray gun.

Keep it movin.'

This is for police.

Oh, shit.
Deep-fry that nigga.

Yo, wish we had
a motherfuckin' camera.

This when you need
a camera, nigga.

You didn't hear him?

Skippy?

Didn't you hear the man?
Keep on movin.'

Look at him. Look at
this white boy pull up.

They not gonna fuck
with that white boy.

Bet you a hundred dollars
they let that white boy go.

Yo, they 'bout to beat
his little ass down.

Put your money up, boys.

Gimme that.

What, you turn your back
and you think it's all right?

You guys real police?

Are we real police?

What's it say
on the back of his jacket?

Are we real police?

What the fuck's
that supposed to mean?

Is this a real stun gun?
[GROANS]

I told y'all! I told you!
Oh, shit.

They stunned that nigga!

Deep-fried
that motherfuckin' brain, yo.

Told ya.
Gimme my fuckin' money.

There ya go.

There the shit.

You look nice
and dumb,

they'll give you
whatever you need.

Go ahead, motherfucker.

Hurry up!

That nigga look like
he 12 years old.

Little bitch-ass nigga.

Look like he goin'
to the crib too.

Yeah, he is goin'
in the crib.

[SIREN WAILING ON TV]

What the fuck you want?

Nantucket.

What happened? Daddy picked you
up from kindergarten, or what?

Yeah, he gave me some candy,
threw me in the back of a van,

and told me
to touch his wee-wee.

God, young nigga can't
be an entrepreneur? Shit.

This shit's takin'
all fuckin' day, man.

Doin' what we need
to be doin', nigga.

Don't sweat it.

[SIREN WAILING, GUNFIRE]

So now,
what's in the bag?

Weigh this shit.

You weigh it.
Hey...dickhead.

You weigh it.

You weigh it, eh?

No, you weigh it,
dickhead.

No, hey.
No, you weigh it, eh?

MAN:
Shut up and just
weigh the shit.

MAN 2:
You got crabs, eh?

MAN 3:
I got runner-ups, okay?

So someone do the shit for me,
'cause I'm gonna play.

I got a runner-up
on your mom, eh?

MAN 2:
I got the runs.

I got--
Hey!

Fuckin' shut the fuck up!

I said fuckin' weigh the shit.

I'm not here
fuckin' babysitting.

[***]

MAN 2:
Sorry.

No, no. I didn't tell you
to fuckin' close the bag.

Open the fuckin' bag,
all right?

I gotta test the mess.

That okay with you,
Mr. Entrepreneur?

Whatever.

Freeze, motherfucker!

[ALL SHOUTING]

Put 'em
where I can see them!

Put 'em
where I can see them!

Get on the motherfuckin'
ground.

Drop it!

Stay down, bitch.

Turn the fuck around.

Don't fuckin' move!

[IN SPANISH]

Armando, you look
like shit, eh?

[IN SPANISH]

Hey, man!
English, motherfucker.

Hey, you ain't
no real fuckin' cop.

Fuckin' puto motherfucker.

Oh, you know what?
I'm tired of motherfuckers

callin' us fake cops.
Well, what's up then, bitch?

Back the fuck up, Salim.

I'll pop you in your
motherfuckin' face.

Back the fuck up!

All right, then.
All right.

I'm unarmed.

No gun, nada, eh?

So let's make a deal,
all right?

Now this motherfucker
wanna make a deal and shit.

I don't mind payin' tax.

Put your motherfuckin'
head down.

[IN SPANISH]

The State of California
thanks y'all for your patronage.

Come visit the Golden State
anytime, ya heard me?

Salim.

Motherfucker paid
in this bitch.

Salim!

Where the fuck
did Splooge go?

[***]

Ah!

Oh, shit.

SALIM:
I'm shot!

Fuck, niggas
are shootin' in there!

We gotta fuckin' go.

ARMANDO:
Get up. Get up. Come on!

[SCREAMS]

You with me?
Get up, they're comin'.

Come on!

[***]

Salim!

[***]

Keep your fuckin' head down.
Keep it down.

Man, what's with the blood
over here, man?

What's goin' on?

Huh? What you got to say
for yourself? Hm?

Where the shit at?

Uh, the black dude
took the-- The dope.

And the Mexican dude
took the money.

Get the fuck outta here.

The fuck you doin', nigga?
This ain't no fuckin' game.

Get up.

Aw, fuck. The bullet went
straight through, man.

Oh, yeah? That's good.

Yeah, I just gotta
stop the bleedin'.

Duct tape.
Good for everything, right?

Oh, man, what the fuck
did I do to you?

Huh? What the fuck
did I do to you?

Fuckin' money's gone,
and the fuckin' dope's gone.

I'm fuckin' shot, man!

[GROANS]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

I'm fucked up, dawg.

I fucked it up.

It was Armando.

Don't worry about it, carnal.

We are home.

Got your back, ése.

You know who the fuck
that was back there?

That was my family.
My first fuckin' family.

Fingerfuck those bitch, cuz.

We gotta get to a safe house.
I need a doctor.

I'm in fuckin' pain.

I need a fuckin' doctor here!

Duct tape that shit.

I'll kick the back
of your motherfuckin' head.

Where is this piece of shit?

You ain't gonna find him

skateboardin' down
the boardwalk with 13 kilos.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

Motherfucker,
you crazy?!

My fuckin' leg!
Oh, fuck!

What the fuck?

Where the fuck you goin'?

Oh, this is some fucked-up shit.

Salim!

[GUNSHOT]

[GROUP PLAYING CHEERFUL MELODY]

[MAN SCREAMS]

[DUCT TAPE RIPPING]

[YELLS]

Get outta here.

Now, motherfucker!

Stay right there.

Stay right there!

Little nigga.
[BELL RINGS]

What the fuck
you lookin' at?

[ANDY WILLIAMS'
"I'LL REMEMBER YOU" PLAYING]

* I'll remember you

* Long after
This endless summer is gone *

* I'll be lonely

* Oh, so lonely

* Living only, ooh

* To remember you

* I'll remember you

* Your voice is soft

* As a warm summer breeze

* Your sweet laughter

* Mornings after

* Ever after, ooh

* I'll remember you

* To your arms someday

* To your arms someday

[IN JAMAICAN ACCENT]

Yeah, it wasn't my fault.

Mm-hm.

[SCOFFS]

Stupid fuckin' niggas.

MAN:
All right.

Call your fuckin' boys

and make sure
they clean it up.

I've already sent troops
over to Salim's house,

and I'll make
a personal visit

over to Sancho's and see
what I can do. All right?

What did you say
to Internal Affairs?

[CHUCKLES]

Did you honestly
think

that I was gonna
take the fall?

I'm just lookin' out
for number one, captain.

And you are
on a short leash.

So you'd better
keep me close.

They're always watchin'.

[***]

[GROANS]
Ah, fuck.

[GROANING]

You were right, man.
Baine set us up.

What are we
supposed to do, man?

Oh. Oh, fuck.

What, you deaf and mute now,
nigga? Say somethin'!

The fuck we supposed
to do, cuz?!

You don't know?

I just asked you
what the fuck we supposed to do!

You tell me, homey.

Oh. Oh, you crazy now?

What the fuck, am I talkin'
to my motherfuckin' self?

Why were you so anxious
to do this today?

Huh?

Why were you so anxious?

Why is my name
on that goddamn slip?

Nigga, have you lost
your motherfuckin' mind?

Huh?

A lot easier to come up,
me out the way,

isn't it?

[SIGHS]

Fuck.

You don't know what
I'm talkin' about.

You're my partner, man.

And you're my best friend.

That's on everything.

That's for life.

You heard me?

You heard me, cuz?

That's for life.

[INHALES]

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

My nigga.

[LAUGHS]

Ooh.

Shit.

What the fuck else am I supposed
to do, you know what I mean?

Shit.

I ain't got nowhere else
to motherfuckin' go.

My homey!

Huh?

Fuck.

What's really goin' on, cuz?

I-- I had to do
somethin' today.

What did you do?

[CAR DOOR SHUTS]

That's the motherfuckin' doctor.

You called it in?
Yeah.

When you was chasin' Splooge.

[WHISPERS]
Shut the fuck up.

Shh.
Don't say nothin'.

Salim!

[YELLS]

[GROANING]

[GUN COCKS]
Easy, motherfucker!

Drop the piece
and turn the fuck around!

Drop the fuckin' piece!
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

No, we're a long way
from fuckin' brothers, bitch.

Turn the fuck around
and drop your fuckin' piece!

Drop it!
We on the same side, man!

What side is that?
[GUN COCKS]

You lookin' for me,
motherfucker?!
Fuck.

Now you drop
your shit, bitch!

Take this motherfucker's
gun, cuz.

[SLAPS]

Yeah, that's right, bitch.
You like that?

Fuck, get your ass in there,
motherfucker!

Ooh-hoo-hoo!
You got that nigger, cuz!

Your partner's on the floor
bleedin' like a stuck pig,

and you think
this shit is funny?

You better start talkin',
motherfucker.

Who sent y'all
to fuck us up?!

They knew
you were gonna rat, man.

What the fuck do you think?

They thought I was gonna rat?

Who the fuck is "they"?

Who the fuck is "they,"
motherfucker?

Oh, you think this is a joke.

I ought to put this motherfucker
in your fuckin' eye,

blow your head off.
Say something, motherfucker!

We can still
get out of this, man.

Who set us up, motherfucker?

Lieutenant, man.
Who the fuck you think?

Lieutenant sent us here,
lieutenant sent you to Baine.

Well, what the fuck
the drugs for?

Payment for your murder.

Till Baine fucked up.

He was supposed to take you out
at the taco stand,

make it look like a gang hit.

You lyin' to me,
motherfucker?

I'll put one through
your motherfuckin'--

I'm not fuckin' lying!

How did he know
we was gonna take the job?

You heard him! How did he know
we gonna take the job?

'Cause,
you stupid fuck...

everybody knows you're just
a puto-ass wannabe

who can't stand on
his own motherfuckin' feet.

What?

Yeah. Word.

You swear to God?

[LAUGHS]

I swear to God.

You raise your hand
and swear?

Your other hand, motherfucker.

Yeah, bitch. I swear to--

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]
That's whassup.

That's my fuckin' hand!

You fuck!

God! Oh!

Let him live.

We can still do some good.

[GROANING]

I will fucking
kill you!

[GUNSHOT]
[SCREAMS]

Don't run.

Shhh.

[GUN COCKS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUN COCKS]

We done
good here.

SALIM:
Hey, hey. Hey.

Fuck that shit, cuz.

And you know
I'm drivin'.

Woo-hoo.
Shit. It's on.

[***]

You got your watch,
you got your rims.

How does it feel?
It feels good, motherfucker.

What the fuck do you want me
to say, "I'm sorry"?

All right,
maybe you right.

Maybe we go to IA, come clean,
tell 'em everything.

Fuck it.
Now you wanna come clean.

Who we gonna say killed
Rodriguez and Sayed, huh?

Gangbangers.

Gangbangers.
Word up.

Oh, you think they're gonna
believe a bean and a nigger

that just stole 13 keys
and killed two cops?

All they care about
is what we tell 'em

about the lieutenant.

About the robberies
and dealings,

and the drugs
and shit.

We go together.
Tell 'em everything.

Let me ask
you something, cuz.

How the fuck
could they think we'd rat?

As fucked up as I am,

I could teach you
a thing or two about loyalty.

Fuckin' city.

I never could
make sense of it.

I know
what I gotta do.

I don't expect you
to come with.

What you say go, remember?

[HARD RAP PLAYING]

[GUN COCKS]

[MAN RAPPING IN SPANISH]

[***]

[IN SPANISH]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[CHUCKLES]

I was loyal, carnal. Siempre.

Loyal to who
is the question.

None of that pinche mierda
would've happened

if you would've told me
he was protectin' H.A. now.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

I'm a businessman.

And when it comes to green,
I'm fucking colorblind.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

And I don't need your fucking
permission or approval...

on how I conduct
my business...

officer.

[IN SPANISH]

I don't know.

I swear on my Evita's life.

I don't fuckin' know.

We'll see.

Your shoeshine boy,
he knows where the money is?

[SNAPS]
Hey.

Have you ever seen what someone
looks like with no skin?

You see what a man is.

I mean, really is.
Flesh and blood.

It's very interesting.
I enjoy it quite a lot.

And I never skinned
a nigger before.

[KEY RATTLES IN LOCK]

[CHAMBER SPINS]

You have one choice.

You tell me where
the money is,

or you have a bullet
in your head.

One pull of the trigger
for yourself,

or, as I assume
you will choose to do,

two pulls of the trigger
for your partner.

[IN SPANISH]

Cuz, tell this nigga
what happened.

Tell him we got jacked, and we
don't know where the money is.

Tell him, cuz!

Who wants to go first?

Fine, I choose.

[GUN COCKS]

It doesn't have to be this way.

Just tell me where the money is.

One to yourself,
or two to him.

MAN:
Shoot that bitch.

MAN 2:
Shoot that white bitch.

MAN 3:
Shoot him.
Pull the fuckin' trigger, ése.

MAN 4:
Do it, ése.

Salim!

You want a gun in your hand
and a bullet in your head too?

You hear me, motherfucker?

I'm-a shoot you
in your motherfuckin' face!

Salim!
I'm just bullshittin'.

Salim!

SALIM:
Hey!

Shit!

SALIM:
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

[SIREN WAILS]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

ARMANDO:
Redemption is remembrance.

I killed an innocent man.

[CLICKS]

MAN:
Shit. That's gangster shit
right there, homey.

MAN 2: Heart.
Ah, it shows integrity.

Yeah. Bravery.

Pero redemption
does not come so easy.

[CHAMBER SPINS, CLICKS]

MAN:
Do it, pig.

MAN 2:
Do it.

MAN 3:
Grab it, puto.

MEN [CHANTING]:
Puto! Puto! Puto!
Puto! Puto!

Puto! Puto! Puto!
Puto! Puto!

Puto! Puto! Puto!
Puto! Puto! Puto!

Puto! Puto! Puto!
Puto!

Fuck. Fuck.

[CHAMBER SPINS, CLICKS]

[CROWD MURMURS]

[MEN CHANTING]

All right.

I know where the money is.

I know where the money is.

Stashed
in a motherfuckin' alley.

That the kind of family
you were looking for?

That the kind of family
that would die for you?

SALIM:
Hey, let us go, man, now.

I'll take you to the dough.

One pull of the trigger
for yourself, or two for him.

That's not the deal, cuz.

MAN:
You got one more shot, puto.

Shut the fuck up.
The game is over.

You kill me,
you don't get the dough.

That's whassup.

[GUN COCKS]

Look at him.

Look at him!

Hey, motherfucker.

I want you to look at him.

Look at him.

You take a good
fucking look at him.

It's never over.

[GUNSHOT]

ARMANDO:
There's only one kind
of wisdom,

and that's hindsight.

Everything happens in bits,

and you don't wake up
until afterwards.

Until it's too late.

[SNIFFS]

What's that smell like?

ROLAND:
Take him to get the money.

ARMANDO:
In that final moment,
you wait for something,

anything to take you away.

And what returns,
what finally comes home to you,

is your own fuckin' self.

Nothin' can save you from that.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

SALIM [CALLING]:
Police! I need help!

Help!

I need help!

ARMANDO:
You can't change
the color of your skin.

You can't change
the color of your heart.

You can change
the colors you wear.

But deep down inside,
you'll always be

the same salvationless
motherfucker you always were.

No idea.

Hey, where the fuck
you been?

[DOOR BUZZES]

MAN [LAUGHS]:
Jesus.

Got the chem lab report.

Big shit, cut with some
heavy-duty rat poison.

Fuckin' payback.

Bye, bitch.

[CLAPPING]

CAPTAIN:
It's never easy grieving
over the death of a partner.

Even if he went crazy
and tried to kill you.

The pressure of knowing
he did wrong that day

must have gotten to him.

You had no choice.
It was self-defense.

After he killed Rodriguez
and Sayed single-handedly.

We're even more sorry
about your girlfriend.

I'm sorry
he made it personal.

Our, uh, deepest
sympathies.

But my son Elijah's
okay, right?

So according to your report,

after roll call,
you went on your rounds.

[SOBBING]

Sancho turned on you,
went ballistic.

You went in pursuit.

You told Officer Sancho
that you were gonna come clean

and let IA know

that he was responsible
for the shooting.

You understand that?

Good.

You showed yourself
to be a real hero today.

You should be proud.

Oh, I, uh...

I called Internal Affairs.

Let 'em know
you'd be a little late.

I'm sorry
it got so messy, Salim.

Listen, you're gonna be at IA
for a little while.

You still have
those courtside seats?

ARMANDO:
Nobody talks about
the day of their death,

like today is the day.

But today was the day.

[***]

[***]

You see things a lot
more clearly when you're dead.

[WYCLEF JEAN'S
"LADIES AND THUGS" PLAYING]

DJ QUIK:
* Refugee Camp

WYCLEF [REPEATING]:
* Sing it

DJ QUIK:
* Compton, California

DJ QUIK:
* Wyclef Jean, ambassador

* It's an international thing

WYCLEF [REPEATING]:
* Sing it

WYCLEF:
* Let's go Quik

DJ Quik:
* I wanna, punch them niggas
Sayin' gold don't rock *

* And I wanna, rape that bitch
That told a lie on 'Pac *

* I wanna right some wrongs
Before I put my coast on lock *

* So when you see
The Glock, bastard *

* Don't you go into shock

* If the hood hates me
I'll buy your enemies guns *

* And have 'em clappin'
On you sherm heads *

* Takin' your funds *

* Scarin' you motherfuckers
To death, give you the runs *

* You better nice up, before
You leak and warm the ice up *

WYCLEF JEAN:
* I wanna murder the sniper

* That shot
At Martin Luther King *

* Then get rid of the Viagra
'Cause I'm strictly ginseng *

* Campaign in the hood
If you want progress *

* Take all the gangs
Put 'em up in Congress *

* Quik is so quick
Listen to the ba-bum ba-bum *

* Brooklyn Zoo, California

* With guns
The size of elephant trunk *

* Trunk-trunks
Ladies shake your hump-hump *

* Get your flashlight
'Cause we crunk like P-Funk *

* Ladies

* I know you feel me
If you up in the party *

* Let me see you
Shake your body *

* Like you got no bones
And you tipsy off the Henny *

* Thugs

* Easy with the slugs tonight

* I'm tryin' to meet my wife
Tonight, make love tonight *

* You don't wanna see
Yo' body on ice, right? *

DJ QUIK:
* Now, if I snapped
It was just a matter of time *

* Before I turned into the Mad
Hatter, splatter your bladder *

* On the morning after
You can't refute the disaster *

* 'Cause body parts
Get musty in plaster *

* Don't try to call a truce

* 'Because I'm still
Comin' after you *

* I don't like your kids
But I'm-a spare 'em *

* Maybe later
Add 'em to my harem *

* And share 'em with the niggas
You like the least *

* That still got it out for yo'
Ass when you swiped the piece *

WYCLEF JEAN:
* Yo, ever since The Score *

* Quik, these rappers
Just bored *

* So I ain't rap no more
I wrote songs for *

* Whitney Houston you could
Catch me with Santana *

* Bandana on tour
Dipset'n like Santana *

* We don't sell
Like we used to sell? *

* That's cause they live
In America *

* We get worldwide sales

* I'm on tour half of the year
You can't see me, cuz *

* And your career
Gon' be as long *

* As Britney's wedding was
Ya heard? *

* Ladies

* I know you feel me
If you up in the party *

* Let me see you
Shake your body *

* Like you got no bones
And you tipsy off the Henny *

* Thugs

* Easy with the slugs tonight

* I'm tryin' to meet my wife
Tonight, make love tonight *

* You don't wanna see
Yo' body on ice, right? *

WYCLEF:
* California
Knows how to party *

* When I land in the LAX

* Yeah, Quik picked me up
Four freaks in a stretch *

* Big California chronic
Me now smoke sess *

* But it's all Buddha bless
From the East and the West *

* Throw up yo' set
I don't say this often *

* But we gotta keep the peace
Too many in a coffin *

* Pour some liquor
For my cousins out in Compton *

DJ QUIK:
* I'm not a kingpin
I'm just a wing man *

* Strapped to the teeth
With a blunt and a green can *

* A-B-C-D-E-F, no G

* Hennessy and Olde E
We run so deep *

* Eighty-six your concubine
He's just an old creep *

* You're so weak, nigga

* And your ho's
Is so cheap, nigga *

* You can't even get
A prop on your own street *

* I'm at the Lake Park
And Meridian *

* If you wanna speak

* Ladies

* I know you feel me

* If you up in the party

* Let me see you
Shake your body *

* Like you got no bones
And you tipsy off the Henny *

* Thugs

* Easy with the slugs tonight

* I'm tryin' to meet my wife
Tonight, make love tonight *

* You don't wanna see
Yo' body on ice, right? *

[THUNDER CRASHES]