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What the f*** are you, new?

- This is way above our pay grade.

- That's magic right there.

That's whatever you want.

You want a million dollars?

You want ten million?

You wanna be taller or shorter?

Make your dick bigger?

You wanna go back in time, marry the girl

who didn't blow you on prom night?

That's how you do it, right there.

Well, clearly,

we had different prom nights.

But that is a Magic Wand,

and you don't know how to use it.

And you're gonna kill us all trying.

Only a Bright can use a Wand,

and you don't look like a wizard to me.

Don't put your hands on that Wand.

- Hey, don't touch the Wand.

- I got it.

Don't touch it.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't be...

F***ing ice cold.

- All right, you're not stealing that Wand.

- Nobody's coming, Ward.

Whoa. Hey...

F*** is you squaring off on, b*tch?

Hey, Sarge,

you need to talk to your boys right now.

You need this just as much as we do,

maybe more.

Your family depends on you.

Don't you wanna be there for them?

What about Jakoby?

Can you tell me your name?

- Tikka.

- Tikka.

My name is Tikka.

We have to leave before she comes.

Before who comes?

It's not happening.

No. No.

Pollard, he's spinning.

- No, he's not spinning worth sh*t.

- He's fine, he's fine.

- This is stupid.

- Calm down.

- Hey, f***ing chill. He's fine.

- Back up.

- He's fin... Hey, hey!

- The f*** you gonna do?

Calm down. F***ing calm down.

Back the f*** up.

Back the f*** up. Listen. Listen.

This is happening.

- This is f***ing happening.

- F*** off of me.

All right?

- F***.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

There's no version of you walking out

of here with life as you know it intact.

F*** this. We are taking the Wand,

and the Orc dies.

And you got a big decision right now.

Either your little girl grows up

without a daddy and Jakoby dies,

or just Jakoby dies.

And it is time to make a choice.

You or him, Ward. You or him.

Is tomorrow's LA Times gonna say

one cop died here, or two?

Yeah, there it is.

He just caught up to it.

Everyone wins.

Department gets rid of Jakoby,

he dies a hero, public's happy.

This report writes itself.

The perfect storm, bro.

It's the perfect storm.

You okay?

Hey. Take Sophia,

get out of town right now.

What? Why?

Get out of town right now. I love you.

Ward, where is everyone?

We haven't even set a perimeter.

I'm pretty certain that pee-wee gangster

saw the Wand.

And she is spooked.

Says somebody's coming.

Like... Like, someone bad.

But what's...?

You seem like you-you have

bigger troubles.

You let the shooter go, didn't you?

'Cause he was clan blood?

Now? You wanna f***ing go through this

right now?

What else you lie about, pigface?

Don't put your f***ing hands on me!

You f***ed me.

You f***ed us both.

Pigskin piece of sh*t.

You f***ed my whole life

over some stupid Orc knucklehead.

F*** you, Ward.

F*** off.

- What...?

- I dare you.

I dare you to pull your gun. Please.

Go ahead.

I will f*** you up in a gunfight.

I gave you plenty of time

to talk about this sh*t.

- Karma is a b*tch, and here it come.

- I let him go.

So what's the real plan?

Two cops die tonight.

What about the Elf?

I'll kill her.

- You good?

- Yes, sir.

- Yeah.

- Sarge?

You see my teeth? They're filed.

I'm not blooded, my father's not blooded,

his father's not blooded.

I've been sh*t on by Orcs

my whole f***ing life.

Huh? You know what that feels like,

when your own people hate you?

Why'd you lie, Nick?

It wasn't clan politics.

I just had the wrong guy.

Oh.

Story time?

The guy that shot you,

I lost him in the crowd.

I circled back, and I thought I had

that f***ing guy dead to rights.

But it was a different kid.

He was just tagging.

And the troops are coming.

Jacked-up humans with guns

looking for an Orc who'd shot a cop.

You think that kid had a chance?

Go, go, go!

They would've dropped him on the spot,

so I did the right thing.

- Code four.

- Clear.

You never saw his face. How'd you know

it wasn't the motherf***er that shot me?

His f***ing smell.

Yeah, years of evolution haven't

taken away our sense of smell.

And he smelled different.

- What human jury would believe me?

- What, he have Axe body spray?

Yeah, see, this is what

I have to f***ing deal with.

The Orc that shot you...

- got away.

- Ward!

It's time.

"It's... time"?

Time for... Time for what?

All four of 'em standing there?

- Yeah.

- Your left to right, who is it?

Brown, Hicks, Pollard, and Ching.

What's going on, Ward?

Don't, don't, don't, don't...

Don't.

Partner, no!

Drop it, or I will f***ing kill you.

Hey, listen to me.

This isn't like you.

All right, calm down.

- I know it looks bad.

- Shut up. Shut up, show me your hands.

- I didn't have a choice, Nick.

- Shut up.

Now turn back around!

What's your plan?

I'm...

I'm gonna arrest you, so... so shut up!

First of all, stop telling me to shut up.

Second, I need you to shut up

- and listen to me.

- Shut up!

Turn around! Get on your f***ing knees!

Gonna have to f***in' kill me if you think

you're gonna put me in handcuffs.

Ward...

Three-Adam-9.

I got four officers down,

one officer conscious and breathing.

Three officers...

KMA.

All units,

officer needs help, 341 Abrams.

Officer needs help, 341 Abrams.

- Roger on the RA.

- Oh, this is bad.

This is so bad.

Put your big girl panties on.

They were gonna kill us...

over that Wand, all right?

They were acting crazy.

Don't you say a word.

Not to me, not to anybody.

Jakoby?

Jakoby, who are these people?

Oh, sh*t. Put her in the truck.

Put her in the truck.

Keep the Wand safe!

Motherf***er, what?

Protect the Wand.

Those cops there... they okay?

That's a lot of blood, homes.

That ain't none of your concern.

Maybe you should go over and give 'em

a little mouth-to-mouth. Huh?

This is an active crime scene.

We ain't never had no beef, Poison.

Why don't you take your people home.

Word on the street,

there's a Wand in this hood.

Where's it at, man?

- My hood.

- Altamira.

Alta-f***ing-mira, eh?

That's right.

So, when the little homies tell

that the cops are shooting each other

in my hood...

makes me wonder. Hmm?

Where's the Wand?

Ghetto rumors, homie.

Don't wanna get shot in your face

over a rumor, do you?

Why don't you go head home?

The Wand belongs to the people.

- To the barrio.

- Get back!

Homeboy.

- You heard me.

- Smooth.

It's mine...

if I have to kill every f***ing cop in LA.

You're gonna get your chance,

'cause SWAT is about 90 seconds out.

Nick, get in the truck.

Get in the f***ing truck, Nick!

- Listen to your master. Get in the truck.

- F*** you.

- F*** you, homie.

- F*** you.

What is that,

a f***in' Labradoodle you dipped in ink?

- Messed with puerco, homie.

- F***ing ugly-ass motherf***er.

Looks like apuerco to me.

Get me that Wand.

Windows up, bulletproof.

- Is a SWAT team coming?

- No, Nick. Go. Go!

- Wrong way, Nick.

- Yeah, well, someone was on the car.

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