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and don't say sh*t,

and just drive to work.

Yeah, that's it! That's it!

Oh, you got that one!

Yeah, you killing that one.

You should do that one.

Do that one, like, all the time.

Whoa. Whoa. Why you going this way?

It's fine, it's a shortcut.

See? They're very nice here.

Dude, you can't go through Elftown.

You are killing me. Killing me, dude.

So, what, you trying to...

get yourself some designer shoes?

Ain't nothing over here but rich-ass Elves

just running the world and shopping.

I hate Elftown.

Even the chauffeurs are snobs.

Hey. Back already, Ward?

Where's the, uh,

diversity hire you ride with?

Yeah, what kind of partner is Jakoby?

Is he your dance partner?

Your sexual partner?

'Cause he f***ing sucks

at catching bad guys.

That's Clan Law sh*t, dog.

Orcs got each other's backs.

Hey, look, why y'all acting like

I put this dude in my car?

So what are you doing to get him

the f*** out of this division?

Hey, long as he pull his weight,

I ain't got no beef with him.

No. No, no, no. You could do sh*t, man.

You could write a letter.

His ass would be gone if we back you up.

That's a fact.

- But you only care about yourself, Ward.

- Right.

Did I... Did I ask you for advice?

'Cause I'll probably wait till I'm on my,

like, ninth divorce,

then your advice

will come in really handy.

That's good. That's f***ing good. Noted.

Meanwhile, that Orc f***

is still out there

because Jakoby chose clan blood

over the badge.

Or the motherf***er just got away.

He got away 'cause Jakoby let him.

What happens next?

What happens the next time

this pig motherf***er

makes a cop suck-start

his f***ing 12-gauge?

Only this time, it's Brown,

or it's Hicks, or it's f***ing me.

How you gonna feel, Ward?

'Cause that sh*t is on you.

Well, if you in the box,

I'll probably be like...

Ward, you son of a b*tch.

Hey, look, I got a dude in my car,

the whole world is watching, all right?

I didn't ask for it, I don't want it,

but I don't get a vote.

And what happens if they hire more?

You know what they say.

Once with the Dark Lord,

always with the Dark Lord.

They chose evil.

Here's the thing I can't understand.

How do a bunch of dudes who can barely

remember their baby mama's birthday

have beef with a whole race

over some sh*t that happened

2,000 years ago?

Here's the f***ing deal, man.

You keep Jakoby

the f*** away from me. Okay?

I'll drop an Orc. I don't give a f***.

My ancestors killed them

by the f***ing thousands in Russia.

- Attaboy, Ward!

- About time, Ward.

All right, settle down,

settle down. The captain's coming.

Ward, I saved you a seat.

Take it away, boss.

Ward, nice to see you back.

Cap.

- Tonight's the trifecta.

- Hey, is that your cousin?

Full moon, Friday night...

- No.

- ...summer heat wave.

Clear your calls fast,

help your colleagues clear theirs,

get me out of this deployment period

without another murder,

I'll buy you all coffee.

Sergeant Ching, all yours.

All right, after I call your name,

get your shotguns and radios and deploy.

I don't want to see you here

unless there's bad guys under the desks.

Three-Mary-25, Pollard.

Three-Mary-55, Kim.

Three-Mary-60, Thomas.

Three-A-21, Pippen and Gosser.

Three-A-54, Hancock and Wheeler.

Three-A-80, Crawford and Duncan.

Three-A-9, Jakoby and Ward.

- Three-A-34, Jones and Morengo.

- Hey, uh, hit the kit room.

- Three-A-82, Ortiz and Mencia...

- I'll meet you at the gas pumps.

- I'll be right down. I just need to...

- Okay.

Three-A-99...

- No.

- Yes. Put him in another car.

What the f*** about my demeanor

gives you the impression

that I want to be a target

on the department's Orc-diversity radar?

These decisions are made

nine miles above me.

No. They're made right on your paper,

right there.

Scratch him out.

Scratch his name out.

Put another name, anybody.

Ward, no one wants to ride with you.

Goodbye. Don't get shot again.

Good luck.

- Hey, looking good, bud.

- Looking real good. Real good.

Be safe, guys.

What's up, homies?

Your ass still alive?

You know something about that?

It wasn't me.

Get the f*** off of the street

or I'mma call your PO,

tell him you out drinking

with the homies.

I ain't gonna tell you two times.

Let's go.

I need to know if the sh*t pop off

with these Fogteeth fools

that you got my back,

that you a cop first.

Are we clear?

Clear.

I'm about dope, money, and guns.

That's my job.

Your job is to make sure

I go home at night.

- I don't like this small talk.

- This ain't no small talk.

This is big-ass talk.

We doing real sh*t out here.

All Westlake units,

three-A-4 is requesting assistance.

Sixth and Whitmore. Sixth and Whitmore.

All Westlake units, Three-A-4...

Get him the f*** on the ground!

Back the f*** up!

Stay there! Stay right f***ing there!

- Do not resist! Don't...

- Shut the f*** up!

I need to know if you're a cop first...

or an Orc first.

- I need to hear you say it.

- Ward, I...

I wanted to be a cop

since I was a little kid.

I am nothing else.

My badge means more to me

than the air I breathe.

So don't question me.

Three-A-9, 415. Fifth and Westlake.

Code two, incident 2415.

Three-Adam-9. Roger, show us en route.

Three-A-9, roger.

The f*** outta here.

God damn it!

Rodriguez. Hey.

Oh, sh*t, man. I thought you were dead.

Nah, man, too many bills to pay.

I hear ya.

I thought you were out

having your, like, zillionth baby.

Ah, nah, man. Marisol's a week late.

We're inducing next week, though.

Number five.

- Five.

- Lot of mouths to feed.

Yeah, man.

Sir...

drop the sword.

You.

The Army of Nine Races

fought shoulder to shoulder

to give you the world you neglect.

- Hey, tell him to shut up.

- 2,000 years ago,

- we fought them with swords and arrows.

- Sir...

And now, the Dark One returns

to reclaim Orc hearts!

Everywhere I go, why have Orcs

always gotta be the bad guys?

Hey, don't look at me, man.

Mexicans still get sh*t for the Alamo.

Get back! Get back!

Sir, unless you wanna die,

you drop that sword right f***ing now!

Hey, you got me shot,

don't get me stabbed.

Turn around, sir.

- Hands on your head.

- I'm doing it, man. Jeez.

- On your knees.

- I... All right.

Don't move.

Having a little fun.

Aah! Sh*t!

All right. Damn.

I'm not resisting, man.

Three-Adam-9, one in custody.

All units, code four.

Fifth and Westlake, suspect in custody.

Okay, man, easy. Gimme a... Gimme a... Ow!

- Hey.

- Hey.

Real quick.

Gang intel said Fogteeth's been smashing

like a motherf***er,

and Altamira's gangbanging like it's 1999.

- Watch your backs out there.

- Hey, you too.

- All right, brother.

- Kiss your family.

Sir, can you sit back?

You-You stink like sh*t. Can you sit back?

Thank you.

Come on.

That's bad.

I have a message

from the Shield of Light.

Remember the old ways.

Remember what you are.

Is that Orkish?

How the hell do you know

how to speak Orkish?

What'd he say?

Remember your traditions.

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