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♪ California love ♪

( sea gulls crying )

♪ California ♪

♪ Knows how to party ♪

♪ California ♪

♪ Knows how to party ♪

♪ In the city of L.A. ♪

♪ In the city ♪

♪ Of good old Watts ♪

♪ In the city ♪

♪ City of Compton ♪

♪ We keep it rockin' ♪

♪ We keep it rockin' ♪

♪ Now, let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west ♪

♪ A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness ♪

♪ The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest ♪

♪ Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex ♪

♪ We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat ♪

♪ The state where you never find a dance floor empty ♪

♪ It's all good, from Diego to the bay ♪

♪ Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay ♪

♪ Throw up a finger if you feel the same way ♪

♪ Come on, shake it, baby ♪

♪ Just shake it, shake it ♪

♪ Just shake it, baby ♪

♪ Just shake it, Mama ♪

♪ Just shake it, Cali ♪

♪ Shake it, Cali... ♪

What's up?

What's up is you're late.

We gonna dwell on time or we gonna do this deal?

( speaks Spanish )

What?

- Pat him down, baboso. - Oh, right.

You just gonna disrespect me like that?

Hey. It's business. Nothing personal.

Well, personally, that ain't how I do business.

- ( speaks Spanish ) - A cop?

Man: You know, I'm gonna go ahead and take my hard-earned pesos

elsewhere, because y'all trippin'.

- Adios. - Hey, hey, carnal.

I just want to make sure you're cool, man.

Show me the merchandise, then, Tito Puente.

Show me the money there, Tupac.

All right. Yeah.

Man #2: Check it out.

Tre! Man, is that you?

Nah, man, you don't know me.

Obviously that bum's a little loco en la cabeza.

I ain't gonna be peein' on the street no more.

You don't ever have to give me a citation again.

- Citation? - Should've trusted your instincts.

- I'm L.A.P.D.-- - Go! Let's go!

( man #2 speaks Spanish )

Hang on!

Watch out!

( yells )

Wait! Hold up! Uhh!

Aah! Quit throwin' stuff!

Oh, sorry! Excuse me!

Ohh!

( tires squealing )

( yells )

Ow, that hurt!

Let's move! Go!

L.A.P.D. Watch out, okay? Police business.

Man: Ho, hey, man, come back with my ride!

Oh!

You got the right to remain silent.

( motor revving )

I said silent, not violent!

Get out of the truck!

( speaking Spanish )

Step away from the truck!

Come on, walk towards me.

Yeah, throw some toys now.

Get on the ground.

It's okay, people.

I got everything under control.

- Ooh! - ( people screaming )

Aah!

Sorry.

"The truck barreled through the boardwalk

going 95 miles an hour."

Did I write 95?

That's supposed to be a four, 45.

"Boo-yah"?

What the hell is that?

That's more like, boo-yah!

- Break yourself. - This is not a report, Tre.

You can't be writing, "I went Jet Li, Bruce Lee,

and Tommy Lee all up in their asses."

No, no. Not "In they ass,"

"Up on they ass." I ain't go in nobody.

I'm telling you, you should've been there, Brooks. It was hot.

Not as hot as the captain's gonna be, huh?

Hey. Baby face.

I got you a little "Tre-cycle" in honor

of your big bust.

( laughs )

Oh-- ah-- ah-- oh-- ah--

no comeback from the kid.

I'm gonna call Ripley's.

Why don't you call Weight Watchers

while you at it, Gallecki.

- Bite me. - See?

It always gotta be about eatin' with you, huh?

Where the hell is Stokes?

Put that shit down!

Now, you cannot continue to use this police department

as your own personal playground.

You understand? There's rules.

There's protocol. There's procedure.

All of which you have continued...

Both: ...to blatantly disregard.

Cap, man, I got a tip, so I acted on it.

You are a bike cop.

You hear of anything going down,

you go to Detectives Brooks and Gallecki.

They come to me.

Backup exists for your protection.

What, so they can get credit for my bust?

You want to be part of my team,

that's how it's gonna be.

Man... I don't think you understand

how constricting this spandex is.

Shorts so tight, watch,

all my kids gonna be midgets.

And I been pedal-pushin' for, like, four years.

I'm ready to be a detective.

( Delgado sighs ) Look, Tre...

I'll admit, you got good instincts.

But you got a long way to go

before you're the detective your father was.

Now, I promised him I'd take you under my wing.

But you make it seem like it's a really bad idea sometimes.

I want a full report on my desk.

And not you just writing "case closed" on a post-it.

You got it?

Now, largate.

That mean leave, huh?

Get your ass on the other side of that door right now.

( music playing )

♪ Hey, do you know the way ♪

♪ To the avenue? ♪

♪ The one that they say is where they're goin' to ♪

♪ If you know the way, let me follow you. ♪

( honk honks )

( chattering )

- ♪ Feel ♪ - ♪ Feel like that ♪

- ♪ Feel ♪ - ♪ Feel like that ♪

♪ Feel like that. ♪

( buzzer )

- Game, baby! - Whatever, punk. You charged.

- Don't say that. - Hey.

Knock it off. You did charge.

Hey, Cap, we on the same team.

( chuckles ) You could've fooled me.

A'ight.

Yeah.

- Captain Delgado. - Yeah.

I'm Michael Barry with the Commissioner's office.

Could I just have a moment of your time?

Sure.

A student at the Westbury School--

body was found just off-campus two nights ago.

His name was Warren Williams.

Delgado: Hmm.

What's the reason I'm being briefed

about a case outside my jurisdiction?

Look, Captain Delgado, several influential parents

send their kids to Westbury. Including the mayor.

Yeah, I know. My daughter went there.

Which is why the mayor sent me to you.

Now, the death looks to be accidental.

We just needed to make sure. As discreetly as possible.

- You talking undercover? - That's right.

No one else knows we're going inside except the mayor.

Look no further, sir. Officer Tre Stokes III,

A.K.A. "The Young Gun," A.K.A. "L.A.'s Finest"--

A.K.A. 23-year-old bike cop

with no undercover experience.

You're not qualified.

Not qualified?

I'm a third-generation cop,

I graduated top of my class at the Police Academy,

not to mention, I shattered

the target-shooting obstacle course record

that was held by...

you. You held that record, didn't you?

No. No!

I mean, yes to--

no to being assigned to this case. No.

He does fit the profile.

See? Come on, this could be my shot.

( speaks Spanish )

Who wha-- hold up. What you mean?

It means I hope I don't regret this.

Well, I hope your enthusiasm reflects your work.

I'll notify your captain as soon as we enroll you

at the Westbury School.

School?

Yeah. School.

Wait, wait. "No may hoda."

Forensics didn't find any toxins in the body.

There were no tire marks at the scene.

They determined that the bruise above his left eye

occurred prior to his death.

Suspects?

They found this at the crime scene.

The only name they could make out was Robert Donovan.

Your boy here.

Four-sport letterman,

class president, and your new best friend.

Your job is to get in with this kid,

see if there's any connection.

You come up with any leads,

any leads,

you report them to Brooks and Gallecki.

They're your backup, ok?

Check in with them every day.

Twice a day.

Look, just stay out of trouble on this one.

Better get to bed early, baby face. It's a school night.

I can't pass for a student.

Look. I got whiskers. See, if you look,

it's two and then a shadow, with the end growing--

I got more hair on my ass.

You should put some of that on your head.

That's your boy.

Look, Tre, I know high school

doesn't bring back good memories for you,

but this is your chance to do things different.

I mean, maybe you can finish your last semester, get your diploma.

I got my G.E.D.

Yeah, you took the easy way out.

Brooks, look. I'm a cop, not a student.

Well, now you're both.

♪ Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride ♪

♪ Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride ♪

♪ Let's ride ♪

♪ Say word ♪

♪ Let it all, I don't know if you heard ♪

♪ Shook 'em off at first and third ♪

♪ Come hurry 'cause the line's absurd ♪

♪ Yeah, word ♪

♪ Okay... ♪

( brakes squeal )

What's this guy doing?

( hydraulics hiss )

I'll handle this.

Hey, man.

You can't park here. That spot's reserved.

Who are you supposed to be, the valet?

Dude, you think I'm kidding?

Look, "dude,"

I'm pretty sure you're a really talented parking monitor.

But this is the student parking lot,

I'm a student, so I'm parking here.

If anybody got a problem with it,

you tell 'em to take it up with the new black guy.

( alternative rock playing on radio )

Who parked in my spot?

The new black guy.

Nice car.

Mr. Stokes.

We've been waiting.

Here are your textbooks,

syllabi,

locker combination, maps,

and Westbury's rules of conduct.

( bell rings )

That bell means you have six minutes to get to class,

which is located all the way across campus.

Tardiness will not be tolerated.

Oh, and Mr. Stokes...

the school uniform is worn at all times.

Welcome to Westbury.

Damn.

Today's lesson is on deciduous bushes and shrubs.

We will begin with the aronia bush.

Has anyone here seen an aronia bush?

Ain't that the president's ugly cousin?

♪ Can I kick it? ♪

♪ Yes, you can ♪

♪ Can I kick it? ♪

♪ Yes, you can ♪

♪ Can I kick it? ♪

♪ Yes, you can. ♪

This will be your baby.

You'll name it, take care of it,

and not leave it unattended

for two weeks.

I got a crack baby.

The--the crack indicates that your son's special.

At least can a brother get a brown egg?

Buenas dias, estudiantes.

Hola.

Silencio.

Mira-- Roberto, silencio, okay ?

- Callate. - ( bell rings )

Okay. ( speaking Spanish )

Teacher: Tracy Stokes.

Would you like to translate that for me?

Actually, it's Tre, and, uh...

perhaps you ain't noticed,

but I didn't raise my hand.

Sit up, please.

( students murmuring and laughing )

and I did notice.

And perhaps you're in the wrong class.

Because this is an honors course,

and my students are expected to answer my questions

en Español. ¿Esta bien?

I...

Yo.

Yo don't know.

¿Yo no se?

No say what?

( laughter )

Okay. It's okay. Settle down.

I'm kickin' yo ass after class.

( cell phone rings )

Hello? Ashanti?

I gotta go.

Hey, you know the square root of 859?

Mr. Stokes, I presume. Feet.

I'm Headmaster Powers.

Oh. Man, this is the nicest Principal's office I've ever--

Yeats wrote,

"Education is not just the filling of a pail,

it is the lighting of a fire."

Cheating in an exam, Mr. Stokes,

quenches that fire in an instant.

An embarrassment for us both.

Yeah, I was a little embarrassed. I can't lie.

But it wasn't cheating per se,

'cause Ashanti didn't know the answer.

Do you know why I allowed you

to be admitted mid-semester?

Affirmative action?

( sighs ) Mr. Stokes, please.

Thank you.

Well, your references are impeccable.

You come from a respectable and affluent family.

You seem to have support from a lot of important people.

But above all, your transcripts suggest

you have a great deal of promise.

Now, I suggest you take everything

that this fine school has to offer,

because this is your first and only warning.

One more indiscretion and you will be expelled.

Understood?

- Understood. - Good.

Well, I trust I won't have to see you in my office again.

No doubt, baby.

Holla.

Yo, yo, yo, yo!

Seem like y'all need some color on the court.

You know, it ain't a basketball team

'til you reach the one-brother quota.

You know, I want to go ahead and apologize to you, you know,

about parking in your spot and everything.

It's my spot, actually.

Oh, ok. Well, we haven't met yet.

How you doin'? I'm Tre.

Rob.

Look, uh, you're in the way of a practice.

You might want to head over there.

Yeah, it's real, man. You should take off.

Let's play some ball, man.

Man, what is your deal?

Huh? You're parking in our spots,

you walk all over our practice.

- What do you want? - Come on, easy.

Hey, I like that. You got control over him, huh?

Hey, you think you can get him to wash my car

when we finish playing?

You know what? You're finished right now.

Ha. Wow.

So long, Tracy.

Have a good practice, buddy.

- ( basketball swishes ) - ( whistles )

got some angry skills there, Dog.

Ha.

I think you mean mad skills.

Mad skills.

Is that how they say it in the concrete jungle?

You hail from the hood, huh?

Like L.B.C.?

Southern Central?

City of Compton?

( laughs )

Yo, you really wild around here.

Thanks.

I think.

Hey, I'm Alexander, by the way.

You can call me Alex, Al, or...

if you prefer the African-American vernacular, G-Funk.

G--oh--

- Hi, man. Tre. - What's up, Tre?

Poppin'.

Yo, you know what's going on

with all the intensity over there?

Oh, yeah, well...

you see, Rob Captains this school streetball team.

We're planning this tourney right now

called the Blacktop Battle,

and they're just seeking some revenge

on the team that beat us in the championship game.

Well, are you on the squad?

Totally.

You know, I make sure the bench stays warm

and the team stays hydrated with fruit energy drinks.

Chicks totally dig that.

- They do? - No, not at all.

But, you know, I get to chill

with Rob and the crew...

during halftime.

Hey, you know, we're playing our cross-town rivals tomorrow night.

- You should come by. - You know what, Alley Al?

I just might do that.

( basketball swishes )

( snaps fingers ) I'll holla at ya.

Holla.

Dear God, may our shots go swish

and our defense be tight.

And after the game, may the hot young ladies

freak each and every one of us all night.

Except for Alexander, 'cause we know he doesn't get any.

Saints on three.

All: One, two, three, Saints!

♪ Get on it, get on it, get on it ♪

♪ Get on it, get on it... ♪

( cheering )

- ( booing ) - ( grunts )

( shouting )

Stop this! Break it up!

Out of here!

13, Red, you're out of here!

Chill out, man!

You all right?

( overlapping chatter )

Let me go, man.

- Come on, let's do it, man. - Yo, nice acting.

( indistinct chatter )

Hey, yo, pretty boy.

Different school, same story, huh?

Can't nobody on your squad handle me, chump.

Back off, Murdock.

Hey.

Yo, guys, they are killing us out there. What's going on?

I'll tell you what's goin' on.

They're gettin' in your ass like a colonic.

Man, nobody asked you.

Just sit down. We got this.

You know what? You can continue to get beat,

or you can go out there and beat these bitches down.

Beat these bitches down. Come on, guys.

Sorry. Heat of the moment.

- Orange slice? - Well, we gotta sub someone in,

and Alex is the only one left.

Y'all want to win, put me in.

No. No way.

I'm tellin' you, I'm nice.

Alex, give him your jersey.

You kiddin' me?

Hold this. Cool.

Yeah, baby.

This is what I'm talkin' about.

We're workin' out now. Whoo.

- ( whistle blows ) - Come on, team.

Team!

♪ Everybody, everybody ♪

♪ Let's get into it, get stupid ♪

♪ Get retarded, get retarded ♪

♪ Get retarded ♪

♪ Let's get retarded in here ♪

♪ Let's get retarded ♪

♪ Let's get retarded in here ♪

♪ Let's get retarded ♪

♪ Let's get retarded in here ♪

♪ Let's get retarded ♪

♪ Let's get retarded in here... ♪

Come on, man. Pass the ball.

♪ Lose control, all body, all soul ♪

♪ Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow ♪

♪ Don't get ahead, just jump into it ♪

♪ Y'all hit a body, the Peas'll do it ♪

♪ Get started, get stupid ♪

♪ Don't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it ♪

♪ Step by step, like if you're in for the new kid ♪

♪ Inch by inch, with the new solution ♪

♪ Transmit hits with no delusion ♪

♪ The feeling's irresistible and that's how we move it... ♪

Five... four... three...

♪ Let's get into it, get stupid. ♪

- ( horn blows ) - P.A.: Game over!

( cheering )

Yeah, baby, yeah!

Where was your head, man? Loosen up.

- Good game. - Good game.

Come on, Des, you know you want to break up

with Daddy's little girl and get with me.

- Come on. - I don't think so, Eddie.

Hey, why don't you save yourself some face--

some face and take off before I beat you twice in one night?

All right, let me ask you a question first.

What's it like getting my sloppy seconds?

Hey, break it up, break it up, break it up.

Get off me, sleepy.

Yeah, sleepy, hold your boy back.

Look like a big-ass Gerber baby.

You got a big ass--

- Break it up! - Tre, let's go!

( growls )

Break it up! Break it up!

Go! Go!

This ain't over, Donovan!

Student: Murdock, chill out!

Hey. I can fight my own battles.

Come on, Murdock!

"Saints stand-in Tre Stokes' heavenly performance

sends Westbury to second round in the Blacktop Battle."

Yep. I'm gonna need two copies of that--

one to take a dump on and one to wipe my ass with.

I don't like him any more than you guys do,

but he did help us get the win.

He had 33 points.

He had 33 points, Rob. He had zero assists, man.

I just don't want him on the team.

- Hey, Baby. - Girl: She's not talking to me.

- I don't think she would talk to me. - Guy: I understand.

I didn't hear a thing. I don't think so.

Just take care of it. Take care of it.

Teammates, what's crackin'?

Uh-oh.

Sorry, this table's reserved.

I'll tell you what--

you're the valet and the maitre "D."

You got a lot of jobs. You Jamaican?

Then scoot over and quit playin'.

No, man, seriously, just find another place to sit, that's all.

Go on. Go on.

See, now, is that any way to treat your teammate, huh?

Well, actually, the roster's filled. Sorry.

So long.

Yo, Tre!

Yo!

Iodizes your game, but you can't be down, huh, Doggie?

Yeah. I've been trying to sit there

for three long, lonely years.

I've resolved that I'll never play a single second in a game,

and I'll never get to chill with that crew

at one of their seaside soirées.

Swore what?

Soirées.

It comes from French.

Soirées.

Well, you see, Rob throws down

at this spot on the marina.

Just your run-of-the-mill high school gathering.

You know, party like rock stars.

Slurp body shots off bikini-clad D-cups,

and, uh, race souped-up Sea-Doos for high stakes.

Melvin! What's the business, baby?

What you want, Tre?

Boy, you went and go your cornrows done.

How do you keep the ladies off you?

- How you do it? - What you want, Tre?

Why every time I come visit you

down here in the evidence lot, I gotta want something?

Ok, I'm gonna need one of them Sea-Doos.

So, anybody else man enough to take a shot at the title?

Gambling is wrong, boys and girls.

Pay up. Come on, pay up. Thank you.

- Guy #2: Thank you. - What's up, dudes?

What are you doing here, man?

I come here all the time...

get my tan on.

Boscoe: Why don't you, uh, get your tan on...

- somewhere else? - Hey, come on.

I just want a little piece of the action, you know?

Sayin' y'all don't want none of the 1986 classic, boy?

I'll take his money.

See? Go ahead, Bosky.

- Shut up. - Tip you later.

Sexy in them shorts.

- Let's do this. - Boscoe: Ok!

First one to the buoy and back

goes home with the green!

Sure you can handle that thing?

Sure you can handle that?

Are you ready, boys?

Go!

Dude, what the hell are you doing?!

Just making it interesting.

Aah!

Hey, you all right?

Man, do I look all right?

I think I just swallowed Nemo.

Hold on. I'll drag you in.

( indistinct chatter )

Rob: Get away from my girl, Murdock.

Why don't you just leave, Eddie?

Yeah, you heard her. Why don't you just leave?

Why don't you just make me leave?

You know what I like about you little Westbury trust fund babies?

- Nothing! - Do something! Come on!

Man, ease up. There ain't gonna be none of that,

you comin' up in here like you could use

some anger management classes.

I'll do you just like I did Warren.

Didn't I say there ain't gonna be nothin'?

Boscoe: Get off me, man.

I don't want to fight you, ok?

Calm down!

I done told you--

- ( groans ) - Are you ok? I'm sorry.

Hold your nose. Hold your nose.

Tilt your head back.

- Come on! - ( sirens blaring )

Murdock: Let's go, Let's go.

Let's go!

Rob, let's roll, man!

Yo, man, you all right?

Officer: Don't move!

Tre.

Your boy Tattoo's got a hard head

and some serious anger management issues.

Edward Murdock.

You know, he used to go to our school.

He's pissed at me 'cause I'm dating his ex.

I guess I had the better game, huh?

He used to go to Westbury?

Yeah.

But, uh, he got expelled

after this article came out in The Gazette.

What did he do?

It's a long story.

Yo, we ain't got nothin' but time in here, dog.

( chuckles )

P.A.: Rob Donovan.

Your father's here.

( sighs )

Now the real interrogation begins.

Here, you can use that for bail.

( grunts )

I wish I could.

Nothin' but a $20

wrapped around some Monopoly money.

You should've brought the "get out of jail free" card.

You gonna be all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

The cell brings me closer to the struggle.

I'll see you tomorrow, Tre.

( door closes )

Tre: I'm telling you, Brooks, this wasn't no accident.

Warren Williams was an investigative reporter

for the school newspaper.

He outed Edward Murdock as a drugstore,

and the day after the article came out,

Murdock got expelled.

I need you to run a sheet on him.

Hey, yo, Rob. What's up, man?

- Nothing. - What's that all about?

Oh, you know, been ditching too much class.

Oh, man, I feel ya. I can't miss class no more, either.

So, are you ready to roll out?

Ha ha. Yeah, man. Where we goin'?

Come on. You play football?

- This ain't football. - You're gonna love it.

I'm telling you, man, hugging a bunch of squares

in some short-ass shorts sounds like fun,

- but I'll pass. - That'd be a first.

Look, rugby rules, it's easy.

Just touch the ball on your goal line

or kick it through the posts.

I got this.

Shoot.

Where the rest of these shorts at?

What is this?

Bend down.

Hey, hey! Get your hands off of me!

- Crouch. - Ain't putting me hands in nobody's shorts.

- Hold game. - Huhh!

- ( yells ) - Right, right.

- Come on! - Unh!

♪ We don't like you ♪

♪ We just want to try you out ♪

♪ But all this is sickness ♪

♪ We feelin' it in this... ♪

- Score! - Head's up!

♪ We don't know where to stop ♪

♪ We don't know when to stop ♪

♪ Try and we try and I can't get enough ♪

♪ I won't have it, you won't... ♪

Next time pass the ball, Tracy.

Ease up, Bos. He gets it.

Come on, Tre.

We wanna take the Blacktop Championship,

but if you don't pass, we don't win.

( scoffs ) Man, you coulda just told me that.

Y'all's beatin' me so bad I thought I was gonna

have to get Al Sharpton to come and have a march.

( chuckles )

Tre, welcome to the team.

So, man, where you from?

Originally, I'm from Philly.

Moved out here with my uncle when my dad passed.

Yeah, sorry, man.

Aw, nah, man, it's cool.

My dad was the man.

Uh, sometimes, it just hurts.

I never got a chance to tell him

how much I wanted to be just like him.

Yeah.

Man, I'm tellin' you, this is the life.

In my old neighborhood,

gettin' crabs meant somethin' totally different.

Heh heh.

I can't believe my baby girl's a senior in college.

( door slides open )

Yeah, ha ha ha, ok, honey.

Well, I'll see you soon, all right?

Be sure to call your mom.

Bye-bye.

Don't you ever knock?

Bam, Edward Murdock.

Nobody checked his profile because he got kicked out of Westbury last year.

I'm tellin' you, look, Murdock has priors, motives,

he one of them suburban gangsters.

He belong behind bars.

Let me put him there.

All right...

I'll put around the clock surveillance on him.

Cool, so go ahead and hook me up with one of them,

you know, sick notes so I can get out of school.

( laughs ) Nice try, Tre.

I want you to stay on Donovan.

Brooks and Gallecki can handle the stakeout.

All right, man.

You might not want to mention steak in front of Gallecki

'cause he starts salivatin', stomach--

Thank you, Tre.

Is your daughter still fine?

Good-bye.

( cell phone ringing )

Speak on it.

- Woman: Tracy? - Who this?

It's Miss Lopez.

Is your aunt or uncle home?

Oh, Miss Lopez,

this isn't about me failin' my Spanish test, is it?

What? You failed your Spanish test?

Wh-- here's my auntie right now.

Hello, Miss Lopez.

Karen: Yes, I just wanted to inform you

that Tre has been struggling in class.

Yeah, the move has been pretty tough on him.

He's having a difficult time making friends.

In fact, he can't even get a date.

What-- what you doin'?

May I suggest some tutoring?

- Stop. - I think the extra attention might be beneficial.

I'm available tomorrow after class.

Lisa: Tomorrow would be great.

- Thank you. - Okay, thank you.

Now, how is it that somebody

who speaks Spanish could be failing Spanish class?

I speak Spanglish, okay?

You know, her class is about grammar and all that kinda stuff.

Plus it's hard to focus 'cause she's hot.

M'kay.

Do you wanna try swimming?

¿Quiero probar de nadar?

Listen. ¿Quiero tratar de nadar?

You used the verb probar, which is what you use

when you wanna try something like food. Okay?

- Not swimming. - Tratar, "babar," "chico de barge..."

man, all these verbs mean the same thing.

This is so confusing.

You have to take the time

to learn the basics. You can do it,

I know you have the potential.

Come on. Okay.

Mira, it's like dating.

You can't expect a girl to fall for you

in just one day, right?

Shoot. I thought Spanish was hard. Women?

Nothing that's worth it comes easy.

It's like school.

You have to put the work and the time in, and you'll succeed.

See, school ain't never really been my thing.

You know, ever since I was a kid

I always wanted to be a man.

School kinda get in the way of that.

I think the point of school

is to make you a better man.

So you always wanted to be a teacher?

You ain't never wanted to be, like, a video dancer?

No.

Yeah, well, I'm actually a thesis paper away

from graduating with my Master's degree

in Sociology.

Okay, I'm scared of you.

Well, if Sociology's your thing,

why you here teaching Spanish to "Silver Spoons"?

Because I-- I don't know.

I wasn't inspired to write the paper

so I took some time off,

and that's when I got my teacher's credential.

Like... wow, it's, like, three years ago.

Hey, well, I'm glad, 'cause you're the most

gangster teacher I ever had.

Okay.

Well, thank you, I think.

Nah, nah, that's good.

Muy ganguera.

You know how to say that in Spanish?

Sí, sí.

Well, you know, if you want me to reach my fullest potential,

I'll need a little extra incentive.

You're not gonna say a hug, are you?

Look. Now, as huggable as I am,

we must keep this on a friend tip, Miss Lopez.

How about if I pass your next test,

you show some Saints spirit

and show up to the Blacktop Battle?

You got yourself a deal.

All right.

Buckle up.

Yeah.

Bye, Tre.

If I make this, she digs me.

Tre: Headmaster "P"!

50 bucks I make this.

A hundred says you don't.

Ha ha, yeah.

( cheering and shouting )

Man: Watch your back, pig.

Man: Come on! Cover him, cover him!

Man: Man, wake up!

( horn blares )

Announcer: Yes, baby. Blacktop Battle...

Good.

Championship game, here we come.

So, you came by here to see me in my shorts, huh?

I came to give you this.

Look.

I'm proud of you, Tre.

Yo, I'm gonna have to frame this.

I want you to keep it up, okay?

I'll definitely keep it up

if we can keep up our private lessons.

( chuckles ) I'll see you Monday.

Finally, a reason to look forward to school.

Pack me a extra lunch.

( speed dial beeping )

( line ringing )

Tre: Speak on it.

- Baby face. - Ah, Gallecki.

You meant to call Domino's, didn't you? What you got?

We're moving on Murdock tonight

at a warehouse at Alameda and Sixth.

We should secure the warrant by 10:00.

Do not make a move until we get there.

Tre: 10:00. I'm on it.

( hydraulics hiss )

( talking indistinctly )

Damn.

Come on, guys, where are you?

Where you goin', Murdock?

Hey, yo, that punk from Westbury's followin' me.

Hey, man, what's going on? This ain't cool.

Yo, man, what are you doin' here?

- Who, me? - He's got a gun.

No, no, I ain't got no gun. I--.

( yells )

Something I forgot to tell you

the first time we met, playboy.

I'm L.A.P.D.

( laughing )

There's something I forgot to tell you

first time we met, playboy!

I'm D.E.A.

You know what this is?

No, man, what?

Viagra?

Little soldier won't salute no more?

It's Bliss.

Two times the potency of ecstasy.

This is $5,000 worth.

I hate to break it to you, player,

but it look like you got five gs

worth of spring water.

Captain Delgado,

please, meet Agent Jones, D.E.A.

- Agent. - Captain.

Your man here just wrecked four months

of deep cover work for me.

I was days away from meeting Murdock's supplier.

Yo, whatever, man. Your boy's a murder suspect

for the October 13th death of Warren Williams.

Oh, yeah? Here's a little quiz for the student.

How the hell could Murdock have murdered the kid

on October 13th when I was in Vegas

with him that day, huh?

This multiple choice?

Thanks for your help.

Look, Cap, you can't blame all this on me, man.

Hey-- you green-lit the bust.

Yeah, because I thought you did your homework.

Huh?

I thought you learned from your mistakes.

And I thought you were supposed to wait for backup.

Wait for backup?

The exchange was going down, so I acted on it.

What was I supposed to do? Crime don't wait on warrants.

Just once I'd like to see you accept responsibility for your actions.

When are you gonna start acting like a man?

When you gonna start treating me like one?

Delgado: ( sighs ) every time I look at that kid

I see his father.

All passion, no procedure.

You know, cap, Tre's not the same kid you watched growing up.

He's a cop. He was onto something.

Yeah, well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

I just wish this apple wasn't so damn ripe.

What?

Look, cap, man, I just wanna say I'm sorry.

Yeah, well, don't be sorry, be sure!

All right, you got one more chance, Tre.

Don't let me down.

( rock music playing )

- Drinks. - Hey.

Drinks, drinks, drinks.

I would like to propose a toast

to us.

- All: To us! - Hear, hear.

Blacktop Title Game, baby.

- Drink up, bud. - And, uh, to Alexander.

Seriously, seriously, for throwing this party. Thanks.

This is for you, from us,

for all the hard work you do on the sidelines,

- all right? - Hey...

drink up, buddy. You earned it.

There it is. There it is, tiger.

Guy: Nice work.

Boy: Ok, hurry up. Come on, let's go.

Safe sex is the best sex.

Hey, Tre, what's up, my dog?

Hey, Tre, you came to my party.

You came to my par-tre.

( laughing )

Yo, man, how you feeling?

Yo, I am feeling groovy.

Rob Donovan asked me to throw a party in my cradle.

I mean, you probably don't know how big of a deal that is,

but, you know, for a guy like me, it's big--

very, very big.

Speaking of your boy, Rob,

you seen him around?

No. But...

have you ever realized how weird of a word "llama" is?

Llama.

You don't plan on operating

no heavy machinery anytime soon,

do you?

Mm...

( laughing )

I'm gonna holler at you, Al.

Tre, yo. You know I love you, baby.

I love you, big dog.

Back away from the juice, player.

Don't jive me,

like, I wanna have your babies.

Come on, Tre,

what'd that basket do to you?

What you doin' out here so early?

I'm here this early every morning.

Damn, Al, you got skills, man.

Oh, well, I'm all day from back here.

Hey, don't tell anybody, though, you know?

I wouldn't wanna tarnish my towel-boy reputation.

Tell you something, though.

It would be pretty nice to play in a game.

Just for a minute.

That's all it would take.

It doesn't matter now.

When my mom finds out her car got stolen at the party,

she's gonna take her Jimmy Choo and shove it into my temple...

'til i'm dead.

Your mom's car got jacked at the party?

Yo, Brooks, I need you.

Gonna ask her to prom, babyface?

You know what, Heavy "G"?

If I wasn't on such a top-priority case right now,

I'd come back with "You so fat,

you gotta drink diet water."

Yo, Brooks, I need you to run a search on all the stolen vehicles

in Westbury Heights in the last few months.

"Westbury Heights, yellow H2."

Here it is.

Thanks.

See, a bunch of cars were reported stolen

in Westbury since September.

All the cars were registered to parents of Westbury students

and they were all stolen on Friday or Saturday nights.

You know what happens on Friday or Saturday nights?

Bubble bath and a half-pint of Chunky Monkey?

That's really freaky, Brooks, but, nah.

Parties.

Well, what does this have to do with the case?

A yellow H2 was heisted the night

that Warren Williams was found dead.

Now this is just a hunch,

but I believe whoever jacked that ride

has something to do with Warren's death,

and Saturday night I was at a party

at my boy Al's crib--

this morning I found out that the Jag his mom owns

got jacked out the garage.

So you were at a party where a car was stolen?

Yeah, but whoever did it is gonna try to do it again,

and I'm gonna catch 'em in the act.

And how do you plan on doing that?

Throw a Saturday night soirée.

That's Caucasian for "party."

You know what?

Cap lives in Westbury with his rich, fine wife.

And he's going outta town this weekend

to visit his daughter.

All I gotta do is invite some kids

over there with their pricey rides.

The perp's bound to make his move.

There is no way the captain's gonna let you do that at his house.

I can't live in a shoebox. It would blow my cover.

( tire hissing )

Hey, what's up?

Can you believe this? Today is just not my day.

I got a flat tire, I ain't got no spare,

I just wanna get home, my corns hurt.

Come on. I'll give you a ride.

( rock music playing on radio )

Hmm. Vintage '65 Stingray.

Whose ride is this?

Tre: Hey! 'sup, Uncle Paco?

The Impala got a flat, so, uh,

my man Rob here gave me a ride here.

To my crib, where I live.

Oh. ( laughs )

Uh, yeah, and you have a beautiful home, sir.

Oh, thank you very much.

You should see the inside.

You know what? You will on Saturday at the party.

- What party? - Yeah, what party?

"What party?" Look at you actin' all coy and stuff.

Man, you know what party. See, he's goin' outta town this weekend

to visit his daughter-- my cousin--

and, uh, you know, he said I could throw

a little Saturday night soirée for all of my new friends.

Isn't he the greatest uncle?

All right, well, I'll see you on Saturday then.

- Saturday. - See you, man.

Tre: All right.

- Smile and wave. - ( engine starts )

Bye-bye.

( hip-hop music playing )

What's up, my home pickle?

Alexander T. Jeffries in the heezy.

I'm trying a little too hard, aren't I?

Just a little bit, player.

Come on into the party and get your thing right.

Okay, how can a homie score a hottie like that?

Oh, that's what you like?

Man, come on.

School's in session.

Watch and learn.

Ladies, ladies, how you doin'?

I'm Tre and this is my pimp friend here,

Alexander The Great.

- Oh, my God! - Rob Donovan is here.

They probably had herpes anyways.

Girl: Hi, Rick.

( belches ) Oh...

10 years on the force

and the captain's reduced us to baby-sitters.

Been sittin' here for three hours,

nothing's happened,

and nothing is gonna happen.

Oh, someone needs a hug.

No. What I need is a bathroom.

( flatulence )

touching cotton over here.

Oh, God.

( scoffs ) Go use the bushes.

I'm not squatting in the bushes.

I gotta drop a deuce.

Look, cap said we have to stay here

until all the kids go home.

♪ Dance, dance to the groove ♪

♪ Dance, dance to the groove ♪

♪ Dance, dance to the groove ♪

♪ Dance, dance to the groove ♪

♪ Dance, dance to the groove ♪

♪ Dance, dance dance, dance... ♪

Hi. We didn't realize this was your place.

It wouldn't be a house party unless we got our freak on with the host.

Word?

Wait. Y'all are 18 right?

Put us together and we're 34.

Damn.

Psst.

Psst. Brooks!

Give me your magazine.

What, are you having trouble?

I need to wipe.

♪ Dance, dance to the groove... ♪

I feel like a reverse Oreo.

Yeah!

♪ Dance, dance, dance, dance... ♪

♪ Boom! Shakalakalaka ♪

♪ Boom! Shakalakalaka ♪

♪ Boom! Shakalakalaka ♪

♪ Boom! Shakalakalaka... ♪

Yo. You seen Rob?

Yeah. He just left, like, two minutes ago.

Ladies, my brother from another mother.

Put it on him.

Yo! Stokes, man. This place is crazy, huh?

Whoa! Man, listen, I know we haven't gotten off on the right--

listen, I'm trying to say thank you for throwing this party.

Then write me a thank-you note!

Come on, come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on.

( engine revs )

( brakes squeal )

Oh, crap.

Come on, man. Don't make me do this.

You lost 'em.

And you lost 'em.

All right, who wants to explain first?

Look, my car was blocked in, so I took pursuit on foot.

Have you ever tried to catch a Corvette in some Timberlands?

I mean...

maybe they should explain.

Uh, we were conducting surveillance

and at the time the perp made his move,

Gallecki was in the bushes...

temporarily indisposed.

You were taking a dump on my lawn?

No!

It was your neighbor's lawn.

Oh, my neighbor's lawn.

Get outta here.

Gotta talk to Stokes.

Go on, both of you.

Tre: Look, Cap, I know you're upset about your car,

but I promise I'm gonna get it back.

Did you have him?

Who?

You know damn well who I'm talking about.

Did you have him?

I shot, but I missed.

You don't miss.

You're reckless.

You're dangerous.

And I don't trust you anymore.

You're off the force.

Pending investigation, but you're off the force.

What's that supposed to mean?

It supposed to mean find a new job.

But, Cap, man, all I was trying to do was just make sure that--

Hey. It's over.

You got two days to pack up your stuff.

Let me finish school, then.

I'm close to getting my diploma.

Let me finish what I started.

All right. Yeah.

But as a student, not an officer.

( Push & Pull by Nikka Costa playing )

♪ Mr. Nothing's got a lot ♪

♪ He's got a lot to say ♪

♪ He's good at being what he's not ♪

♪ He gives nothin' away ♪

♪ Hmm ♪

♪ Another day goes on by ♪

♪ And he never speaks his heart ♪

♪ Oh, no, no. ♪

"Add four parts vanilla."

Hey, that's not vanilla.

( chuckles )

Well, you know, chocolate has more flavor.

What are you doing here so late?

If I don't learn how to bake a cake,

my whole G.P.A.'ll go down.

Mm. Looks good.

Yeah, it looks a lot better than the first five I made.

Well, I'm impressed, Tracy Stokes.

And I'm not just talking about the--

about the cake.

Thanks.

So why don't you stop frontin'?

You know you want it.

Tracy, you can't be saying things like that.

See? There you go.

Get your mind out the gutter.

I'm talkin' about the chocolate.

See, you are freak. Ooh...

- Ooh. - Stop.

( muttering ) Me gusta, Mami.

Nah, nah, it's cool.

Take your shoes off.

Mi casa es su casa.

Hey.

Brooks.

What you doin' here so late?

I'm always here this late.

I guess that would explain your buck-wild weekends

with Ben & Jerry, huh?

Tell me you're not here working

on the Warren Williams case.

Oh, um, nah, nah, nah.

I was just using this file as a pillow.

Tre, I'm trying to get you your old job back.

Just lay low for a while,

and you might be a cop again.

It ain't even about that.

Why do you care about this so much?

I been messin' up all my life.

Dropped out of high school

a month before graduation,

broke my dad's heart.

He said I wouldn't amount to anything

if I didn't get an education.

And that man meant the world to me...

I was nothin' but a disappointment to him.

Look, Rob's a good kid, man.

He's just mixed up in a bad situation.

It makes no sense that he would boost cars.

There's something else goin' down,

and I'm gonna prove it.

The aronia bush,

a deciduous shrub which produces

wonderful succulent black chokeberries

that can be harvested at this time of year.

There are some growing

on the west side of campus--

down by the old storage facility.

( truck approaches )

( as Al Pacino ) Say hello to my little friend.

( car stops outside )

( boys talking indistinctly )

( clang )

You're overreacting.

Bos: Don't you think it's just a little convenient

he shows up in the middle of the semester?

Hmm? Then he-- then he chases you down with a gun?

If someone tried to steal my ride, I'd pull a piece, too.

I'm tellin' you, he needs to be dealt with.

All right?

I haven't trusted that punk from day one.

That punk was the only one that had my back

on the beach while you two made a jailbreak.

- Just relax. - No, no, Rob.

I'm not just gonna relax, ok?

ou act like nothing happened, man.

Hey! Not a day has gone by that

I haven't thought about what went down.

- We should just call the police. - And say what?

What are we gonna say? That he blackmailed us?

Our part of the deal is done.

From now on, we're clean.

All we have to do is just lay low,

and everything's gonna be all right.

Just lay low.

That's the plan?

Let's go.

( keys jingling )

- ( muttering ) - ( door squeaks )

( door closes )

What looked like a blood stain on Warren Williams' shirt

was tested by forensics. And it turned out that the stain--

Stain was from an aronia bush. We know this, C.S.I.

Those trees are as common as B.M.W.s in Westbury High.

It's got to come from anywhere.

- ( unzips bag ) - Right, including on campus.

I was looking around on where those trees are, and I found this.

You found a pen on a campus? That's amazing.

Come on, man. Pay attention.

Rob's name was written in red ink

on that notepad found at the scene.

Tch. Bet you can get forensics to test this.

You'll find Warren's prints and the ink match.

Kid was there, and he was onto something.

All right. What else you got?

I saw a gang of covered cars

being hauled off on a truck.

I followed the tire tracks and they led me to

a storage garage housing car racks.

You saw the stolen cars?

Nah.

I saw this.

It's the same customized cap from the Murdock bust.

You think this has something to do with drugs?

I can't prove it, but I got a hunch

that it has something to do with drugs and cars.

And I'm telling you, Rob and his boys are just puppets.

Somebody else is behind the curtains pulling the strings.

All right, let me get this straight, Toto.

You got me up in the middle of the night

to come down here for a hunch?

Sometimes hunches are how cases are solved.

Oh, you're wasting my time, baby face.

Look, "G," I get it.

I look young, you look chunky.

It's not about that right now.

I need your help.

Together we can make this happen.

If what you say is true, we'll find out when we question Donovan.

Huh... wh-- what are you talking about?

His prints were found in the captain's garage.

As soon as we get the green light from the commish,

we're movin' on him.

( knock on door )

( sighs )

( knock on door )

( sighs )

You better have a very good reason

for waking me up at 6:00 A.M.

I brought you your paper.

I get it delivered.

I know. I brought it from the driveway to the door.

( speaking Spanish )

Hey, I know what you sayin'--

no need for name calling.

What are you doing here, Tre?

I just came by to ask you to hold off on bringing Donovan in.

First, let Brooks and Gallecki scope out the school.

- My report, it says-- - ( sighs )

Hey, unless you're talking about your book report,

I don't want to hear about it.

Cap, man, my dad always used to say,

"If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything."

If you arrest Rob, you're gonna ruin this kid's whole future.

You should be thinking about your future.

Go to school. Learn something, Tre.

Dad also used to say if I needed someone,

I could turn to you.

Guess he was wrong about that.

If she can't take your needs--

Hey.

What's up?

Let's take a ride.

You know how to use one of these?

( chuckles ) Shoot.

The basketball court ain't the only place I'm a sure shot.

( gunshots )

Yo, man, what we doing out here?

You know, I read a really interesting chapter

in my history book the other day about Benedict Arnold.

He made some good eggs.

No, he was a trusted and admired general in

the Revolutionary War.

But then he turned his back

and fought for the enemy.

( gunshots )

I'm sure he had his reasons.

No, you never betray your men.

Sometimes it's the right choice.

What do you say we end this now

so no one else gets hurt?

No, I can't just surrender now.

Have it your way.

( forklift buzzing )

How's it goin', boss?

Cars went off right on schedule.

Good. Good.

Look, a small problem has arisen

that I need you to take care of.

- Ok. - David Boscoe has given me

some rather unfortunate information

concerning that new student, uh, Tracy Stokes.

So...

What? You want us to...

you're kidding, right?

Hey, look, man, we're cool moving product for you,

- but we're not-- - 12 months ago,

I was given a golden opportunity--

something to make up for the thankless years I've devoted to Westbury,

with its spoiled little darlings

and their daddies' millions.

I-- I can understand that,

- but we're not-- - Hey, listen. Tomorrow night sees

the culmination of all our hard work.

- And I will allow no one-- - ( groans )

to stand in the way of what is coming to me.

So, please...

less of the "drug dealers with scruples" routine

and just do as you're told.

Hmm?

Cheer up.

I'm about to make you the wealthiest grounds staff in history.

Man: Let's go, now!

Come on, fellas, do it!

Boy: Come on, we got these clowns, man.

Chicken! They're alive.

Let's do it!

You wanted to see us, Cap?

Yeah. I want you two to go check out

the storage facility at Westbury.

Ohh, you gotta be kidding me.

Hey, Gallecki, just do it, okay?

Be sure you hit the shitter before you go this time, too.

( cell phone rings )

Yeah?

Powers: Everything on schedule?

Tre: Yo, Rob...

Powers: Very good. See you shortly.

I know you think you don't have nobody to turn to,

but you can turn to me.

( scoffs ) Be my peer counselor?

I'm a cop.

I thought you were my friend.

Look, man, I am your friend.

Unless you let me know what's going on,

I can't help you.

We pulled a senior prank--

hot-wired Powers' car and we totaled it.

He was gonna expel us unless we boosted--

Boosted the cars for him.

It would have ruined my life.

( sighs ) What about Warren?

He was investigating the thefts.

He must have been hiding somewhere nearby,

and then he followed us.

And he saw us pull the Hummer into the storage facility.

You saying Powers ran him over?

Man, why you protecting him?

Powers hopped in the Hummer and chased him, all right?

That's all we saw.

Look, Tre, this is over. It's done.

Man, this ain't done.

This is gonna be with you for the rest of your life.

Tre!

If you're my friend, man, you'll just let this go.

Can't do it.

( air horn blares )

( crowd cheering )

Let's go, fellas!

Come on, boys.

- I think it's gonna go well. - Yeah.

Rob: Hey, you guys, bring it in, bring it in.

Where's Stokes going?

- He's out. - Out? What do you mean he's out?

It's the championship game.

I'm out, too. Cos, you're in for Tre.

Rob, you sure about this?

I got business to take care of.

Who's gonna play for you?

You wanna win? Put me in.

( air horn blares )

All right, Saints on three.

One, two, three. Saints!

Ok, Al, just stand right there.

- Okay, yeah. - Stay out of the way.

Okay, stay out of the way.

Hey, man. Can we talk to you for a second?

I don't sign autographs.

Yeah? You might want to rethink that.

- Whoo-hoo! - Nice, Al. You may be a shooter.

- Ms. Lopez. - What's going on here?

Why don't you head back to the game? I'll catch up with you later.

- Lopez: Tre, are you okay? - Groundsman: Both of you in the car, right now!

Let's go.

Get in.

Get in the car!

( car doors close )

Nobody puts their hands on me.

( grunting )

( speaks Spanish )

- Headmaster Powers. - Shut up!

- What's she doing here? - She was with him.

Will somebody tell me what the hell is going on?

I'm sorry, Karen.

You were one of my favorite teachers.

- Felix, what are you talk-- - Shut up!

I'm afraid your tenure at Westbury has just come to an end.

Powers: Like I said, you only get one warning.

- Smith, bring her with us. - No, no, no, no, no.

Hey, anything happens to her, I'll bust in your British ass.

- It's gonna be cool. - ( speaking Spanish )

Hey, yo, Powers. I'm gonna catch you later.

- ( door closes ) - You're hurting me!

- ( grunting ) - I have cuffs under the seat.

Get in!

( shouts )

( engine starts )

( engine revs )

Man: Move!

Or what, bird brain?

You can't shoot me. I'm just a kid.

I hate kids. Turn around, man!

Ask me nicely. You ever heard of the word "please"?

Freeze! L.A.P.D.!

Uhh!

Ow! Aah!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Aah! Bitch!

Good thing you hate kids,

'cause now you can't have none.

- ( grunting ) - I'm okay, I'm okay.

Brooks...

I called dispatch. The headmaster's got Karen.

I put my cell phone in her pocket so we can trace it.

We gonna get you to a hospital, Brooks.

- You'll be fine. - Man: L.A.P.D. Dispatch.

Hey, Dispatch, this is Detective Gallecki.

Put a trace on Officer Stokes' cell phone.

We have a hostage situation.

A hunch, huh?

We've tracked Officer Stokes' cell phone

heading southbound on the 110.

He's exiting at Long Beach Harbor.

Gallecki: Long Beach Harbor. Got it.

He's on the 110 South.

- Look "G"-- - Yo, "T", go ahead.

Make it happen.

( groans )

( car approaching )

Looks like you need another lift.

Man, watch out. I'm drivin'.

No, I got this. Get in.

Yo, let me see your cell.

- ( telephone rings ) - Captain Delgado.

Tre: Hey, yo, Cap.

Brooks and Gallecki are hit, a perp is down,

and dispatch just tracked my phone to the Long Beach Harbor.

Whoa, whoa, whoa-- Dispatch, Harbor--

Tre, what the hell's going on?

What's going on is I need mad backup!

Send the damn Cavalry, L.A.P.D., S.W.A.T.,

"Hawaii Five-O"-- whoever you got.

- It's goin' down! - All right, all right, all right.

I'll send some black and whites.

Hey, you go anywhere near that harbor,

and I'll file obstruction of justice charges against you.

- You understand? - ( imitates static )

Tre? I know you can hear--

Hey, if we end up having to be cellmates,

I got the top bunk.

I brought some artillery.

Since when are you strapped?

It's a paintball gun.

Come on, man, let's go!

Hey, if I get so much as a scratch on this car,

my dad will kill me.

Your dad gonna kill-- man, you ain't gonna get a scratch.

Come on!

Go around 'em.

- Oh-- - ( tires screeching )

Oh, Lordy!

Oh!

( engine accelerating )

( horn honks )

- ( horn honking ) - Oh, shit! Shit!

Karen: Let me go, Felix.

Let me-- hey, let me go!

We'll deal with her later.

Julian.

Felix. You're late.

L.A. traffic-- always unpredictable.

See, I was wondering why my customers

wanted to take those nice, new cars overseas.

Speaking of which,

can we see some nice, new cars?

Uh-uh-uh...

the product.

Felix...

So, your man's got you dealing, too?

Whoa. What are you talking about?

The storage facility was set up

for a big shipment of Bliss.

All we did was jack the cars.

I mean, we wanted out.

He forced us to keep stealing.

What does Powers want

with a whole bunch of stolen cars?

Look, I'm guessing he's selling 'em for a lot of cash.

Or trading it for a lot of Bliss.

Your worker bees have been busy.

Westbury students are renowned for their dedication.

Tre: Cut the lights.

There he go.

He got his boys with him

like a bunch of English Crips.

Punk ass.

So, what's the play?

See that warehouse?

Drive into it.

Like I said...

if I get a scratch on this car, my dad will kill me.

So, Professor, how's your chemistry?

Mr. Smith?

It's good, boss.

Whose car is this, anyway? Drive the car into the warehouse.

- I'll go. You ready? - Drive the car!

We'll drive this car into the warehouse.

You happy, Felix?

Blissful.

Jesus!

( metal clangs )

( gunshots )

Get down!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Move!

( glass shatters )

Your daddy gonna kill you.

Oh! You're on fire!

Oh! Oh!

Unh, unh!

Ahh!

- Man, I need you to cover me. - What?

Unh!

Unh!

( panting )

( Karen panting )

( speaking Spanish )

( tires screech )

( Karen shouting )

( clanging and buzzing )

Hey, you're hurting me. ( panting )

She ain't got nothing to do with this. Let her go.

You're in no position to make demands.

Yeah, well, one more step and you ain't gonna make it to the prison prom.

Now, you wouldn't want me to hurt your favorite teacher,

- now, would you? - Karen...

( speaking Spanish )

Aah! Aah!

Yo, Karen, you okay?

Stay here. Help's on the way.

Okay. Okay.

( engine roars )

( engine revving )

( splash )

( sirens wailing )

( helicopter whirring )

( glass shatters )

( grunting )

Told you I was gonna catch your punk ass.

- ( metallic scraping ) - ( engine accelerates )

( clang )

( clang )

Go over by that barge.

There he is. There he is, right there.

All right, take her down, slowly.

Tre, Tre, grab onto the skid!

Grab on. We'll take you to shore.

Tre: Yo, Sumter, I'll handle this, man.

Thanks a lot.

You don't have nothing to worry about.

You guys are minors under duress.

I'm gonna talk to some people.

You won't see any jail time at all.

You'll be fine.

I know. I'm just glad this is over.

Might have to put you on the side of the freeway

in one of them orange jumpsuits, though--

- you and Bobby Brown. Heh. - ( scoffs )

Get in the car, man.

Rob: Yo, Tre...

Thanks, man.

No doubt.

Keep your cheeks together.

Did you check on Brooks and Gallecki?

They're on their way to the hospital.

- They'll be fine. - ( siren )

You knew I wasn't gonna give up on that case, huh?

Yeah, well, it runs in the family.

You really think I got a chance

to be as good a detective as my pops?

No.

You got a shot to be better.

Come on.

I'm fine. It doesn't really hurt.

I can take it from here.

- Here you go. - Thanks a lot.

Tre, I can't believe you.

Oh, I'm sorry, Karen.

I couldn't tell you I was a cop. You know, it was--

No, I can't believe you used perfect grammar.

Oh, see, that's where I gotta give credit to my teacher.

She said if I put the work in, I'd succeed.

And, uh, speaking of work,

I have to ask you a couple of questions for my report.

- Really? - Yeah.

Look who's fronting now.

( laughs )

All right, well, at least can we start with your phone number?

No.

It's not gonna be that easy, Tre.

Anyway, you don't think you're a little too young?

Maybe it's a few years between us,

but I'm willing to put the time in,

you know, figure out your likes and your dislikes.

I believe I deserve that chance.

Es verdad.

You do.

( doorbell rings )

Delgado: I got it, honey.

Yo, what's happening, Captain?

- Hey. - Look.

Bam!

Hey, hey, you got your diploma.

Yeah, you know, they gave me a little mid-year graduation.

- Oh, yeah? - Looks good on me, right?

What? Uh-huh. Oh, yeah.

As a matter of fact, it does.

I'm proud of you, Tre.

Look, Cap, I just wanna say thank you

for everything you've done for me.

Yeah, it's all good.

To show my gratitude,

thought I'd hook you up with a little something.

Oh, Juanita, my baby.

Ese.

( laughs )

Oh, so too much, eh?

You did good, holmes.

Hey, you know, tried to do what I could do.

Heh.

I knew my job wasn't quite done,

- you know. - ( laughs )

- ( engine revving ) - Sounds good.

What's this here?

Heh. Now it is.

( hip-hop music playing )

♪ I called Chad on Wednesday night ♪

♪ So we could make plans for Thursday night ♪

♪ He said, "We could go hit The Peapods" ♪

♪ I was like, "Yeah, that's my favorite spot" ♪

♪ Plus I like it there, 'cause I got love on the list ♪

♪ High-powered juice, where I don't even get frisked ♪

♪ Walk up in the place and get love from the misses ♪

♪ Pounds from my brothers cause they knowing that this is ♪

♪ The place to be to let it all out ♪

♪ But when the weekend come, the weekend come ♪

( men chattering )

♪ Y'all could come ♪

♪ So, go tell ya mama come and ya papa come ♪

♪ Go to spin the record so we can get dumb ♪

♪ Place packed, capacity maximum ♪

♪ Due to my man Polo promotion ♪

♪ And I can't wait to go out and hear some, hear some ♪

♪ Jumping music ♪

♪ Swift DJ ♪

♪ Smoke machines and laser rays ♪

♪ Look out, weekend ♪

♪ 'Cause here I come ♪

♪ Because weekends were, were ♪

♪ Walked in the club at, like, 10:00 ♪

♪ And the spot is hot, blowin' up rooftop ♪

♪ It's a Thursday night and the night is young ♪

♪ Four-day weekend, time to have some fun ♪

♪ DJ start it up, drop them joints ♪

♪ Everybody's been waitin' to dance and make noise ♪

♪ Beat boys, let me see you break it down ♪

♪ And ladies, let your hips move around ♪

♪ At the sound of the B.E.B. family ♪

♪ Got Bo in they life and the sista get me ♪

- ♪ Word up ♪ - ♪ And the blood of Abraham ♪

- ♪ Word up ♪ - ♪ So let's get ready for the jam ♪

♪ Jumpin' music, swift DJ ♪

♪ Smoke machines and laser rays ♪

♪ Look out weekend 'cause here I come ♪

Because weekends were, were. ♪