American Justice Page #2

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The money's with her.

No, no, no, no, Officer Clark, please.

Looks like we got ourselves

a double homicide.

Come on, John, please don't do this, man.

26, requesting backup,

just north of marker 51 on the old road.

Apparent drug deal gone bad.

Hannah, was that Holtz?

Yes, Sheriff, it was.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Gant.

I want you and Stuckey on this.

- Okay.

- Go on, go on.

Reid, back him up.

Copy that.

What's going on?

You can stand down,

I got enough men on this as it is.

Come on, Sheriff, I want in.

No, just stay here. Okay?

In case the phone rings,

answer it, it's important.

Boyd, you're riding with me.

Whoa, bro, okay, okay, okay,

I'm not disrespecting you,

you earned your stripes, I got it.

I got it, I got it.

Just don't do anything, please, man.

You went to high school with her,

you know her.

You said you want us to let you go, boy.

What you doing standing here?

Go.

Santana, get it through your thick head.

If you don't run,

you're gonna die right here

where you stand.

I said go, Mexican.

Well, guess he's a Mexi-can't.

Officers!

This is a police matter, sir.

- For your own safety, continue on your way.

- What's going on?

You shut your mouth,

boy, do as you're told.

Now move on there or I will arrest you.

Son of a b*tch.

Damn.

Son of a b*tch is out of range.

Looks like he's headed

towards Brown's Lake.

Put the word out.

Dispatch, this is 26,

suspect heading towards

Brown's Lake on foot, armed and dangerous.

26, this is 10.

We are at the other side of the river.

Copy 10, heading your direction.

Hey, I see him over there.

I think I got him.

I think not. Let's go.

Gant, I see him, that's him. That is him!

- Well, let 'em know.

- 26, this is 10.

We have a 20 on your suspect.

He is heading towards Bohemian Hall.

Best part of the job, partner.

Best part of the job.

I'm with you.

Let's get him.

Let's have ourselves some fun, huh?

Santana?

We know you're in here.

Come out, amigo.

Listen...

Reid here has never lost a fight...

and I likes me a good fight.

So if you can come out and kick his ass...

we will let you go... Scot-free.

You can trust us.

We're deputies.

If you don't...

we're gonna go to your house...

and kill your wife.

I beat him...

you let me go?

You will walk right out of here.

That's the deal.

Let's see what you got, boy.

Let's get it on!

You'll have to do better than that.

Ol.

That means "you're getting your ass kicked"

in Mexican.

I can handle this. Come on.

Let's go.

Is that all you got?

Now, listen.

What, no fight left?

Still undefeated.

Reid?

That's one dead burrito.

Well...

can I help you?

Yes.

I'd like to file a complaint.

Well, if you'd like to file a complaint,

see Alexa.

Right over there.

Boyd?

Pardon me, ma'am.

My name is Jack Justice.

I want to file a complaint.

What seems to be the trouble?

I saw two police officers

beating up a defenseless man.

You mean they were using excessive force?

They was kicking his ass.

Dispatch, this is 26.

We have a 187 at the north

side of Brown's Lake.

Do we have a possible ID on the body?

Yes, Ray Santana.

Go for Alexa.

I need you to go over to the Santana home

and break the news to his wife.

Copy that.

Pardon me, officer,

can I go on a ride along?

I don't think that's a good idea.

I'm a police officer also.

LAPD.

Hannah, what do you think?

Well, he is an officer,

won't hurt to take him with you.

All right. Come on.

All right, gentlemen, talk to me.

What do we got?

Sheriff,

looks like cause of death's a broken neck.

Yes, it does.

Looks like cause of death

was a broken neck.

Any other possible witnesses?

A big black guy pulled up

asking if he could help but...

we sent him on his way.

Big black guy?

Yes, sir.

This big black guy see anything?

He might have seen Santana bolt.

I see the cocaine.

Is there any money anywhere?

No, that's all we found.

Not one red cent.

Yeah, right.

Boyd, you are a whining,

complaining son of a b*tch, aren't you?

Well, sir, I'd be more happy

if we found money instead of cocaine.

He'd be much happier.

Come here, Boyd,

I want to talk to you for a sec.

Come on.

Let me see your gun.

Oh, that's a nice gun.

Yes, sir.

Got a good weight to it.

Hey, Sheriff, what did you do that for?

Because he got on my nerves.

Any you boys have any problem

with the way I handle things around here,

speak up now.

Little warning next time,

I think you might have

blown out my eardrum.

Any other possible witnesses?

- Oh, crap, the phone.

- What about the phone?

Santana was video-talking

with his wife and she saw me.

Let's go.

So what brings you to our small town?

Nothing.

I'm just driving through

on my way to Mexico.

Mexico?

My pops retired there 2 years ago.

Hmm.

So, uh... why Red Mesa?

Hometown girl.

As a matter of fact,

that's my house right there.

Okay.

I never knew how to leave.

Just point your car north and drive.

Some day.

So, um,

what did you do before you were a cop?

I used to make problems disappear.

So what's it like here?

You know, small town,

small town people, small town ideas.

Sounds small.

Hey, are you making fun of me?

Just a little bit.

Before I forget, um,

I have the pass codes to

our social media websites

and there the cops get to write about

what they do and who they are,

and people just love it.

I'm cool, sis, I'm not an officer here.

I know, but you can give

them a big city perspective.

I'm old-school, though, sis.

If I can't put a stamp on it,

I don't send it.

Hey, don't worry, I'll get you up to speed.

I'm cool.

What's wrong?

I'm not looking forward to this.

Are you talking about Santana's wife?

Selena and I,

we used to be really good

friends in high school.

Wow.

You became a cop

and she became a drug dealer's wife?

Yep.

Bad choice.

Who is it?

It's Officer Alexa.

Alexa, who the hell is this?

What's he doing here?

It's okay, Sheriff. He's one of us.

He's one of us?

Don't kid yourself, pretty little thing,

you aren't even one of us.

Is that right?

Are you a Po-lice man?

Yes, sir.

Oh.

From the big city, I'm guessing.

That's right, sir.

Ooh.

Ah.

You're all sweaty.

Are you nervous about something, boy?

No, sir.

No, sir?

You just happened to be wandering

through our little town, is that right?

Correct, sir.

I'm correct, sir.

I like you.

I really do.

This the fella?

Yes, it is, Sheriff.

"Yes, it is, Sheriff."

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, don't just stand there,

gentlemen, arrest his ass.

Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.

- Get out of the way, Alexa.

- He's one of us!

I'm cool.

Stuckey?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Fill the void.

A wetback and a n*gger are riding in a car.

Who's driving?

I do not know.

Who is driving that car, Stuckey?

A cop.

You should have skipped this part of town,

boy.

One day, one day real soon,

me and you gonna have

a serious conversation.

I'll look forward to it.

Let's go, Shrek.

Lock him up.

Sheriff Payden's personal favorite.

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