CHiPs
(ALARM BEEPING)
(GROANS)
Ah, sh*t.
(WHIRRING)
Hey, Ann. I gotta go to work.
KAREN:
Hi, it's Karen from SwimTech.Leave me a message.
Hey, hon. I was hoping to catch you.
It's my big test day, so wish me luck.
Okay, love you.
(CAR ALARM BEEPS)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Ah, f***! F***.
Oh, God. Ah, f***, mmm, yoga pants.
(ALARM BLARING)
- (GUNSHOTS)
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
HECTOR:
Let's go!Chacho, let's go! Let's go!
- (SIRENS BLARING)
- (CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
FEMALE OFFICER:
(OVER RADIO)Suspect's in black Chevy.
MALE OFFICER:
We got him.- (SIRENS BLARING)
- (TIRES SCREECHING)
(PEOPLE SHRIEKING)
(GROANING)
Whoa!
(GUNSHOTS)
(GROANING)
- Holy sh*t! What the f*** was that?
- What are you stopping for?
CASTILLO:
Put your gunon the f***ing floor.
It's not my fault. You're the one
driving like a f***ing dick.
CASTILLO:
Oh, so you steady yourselfon the trigger of an M4?
You see those?
Those are the "oh, sh*t" handles.
That's what they're there for.
Shut up and drive!
Two options. Gun on the floor,
or a muzzle in your mouth.
- Drive!
- There you go!
POLICEMAN:
Open fire!MAN:
Son of a whore!HECTOR:
Drive, Chacho! Drive, man!(TIRES SCREECH)
HECTOR:
Let's go!Let's go. What are you waiting for?
- It's kind of a dick move.
- What?
It's like Santa shot Rudolph
after all the deliveries, you know?
(CHUCKLES) You're a funny motherf***er,
Chacho.
That's cold, dude.
That's f***ing cold, dude.
Let's go, let's go.
You gotta get in the back.
- It's supposed to look like a fare.
- Just go!
Not like a cabbie
with his homie ridin' in the front.
You gotta get in the back.
- Just go.
- (WHISTLES) Get in the back.
It ain't happenin'.
- No?
- No.
F*** it.
Tel Aviv, Tel Aviv.
What?
CASTILLO:
(OVER RADIO)Tel Aviv, Tel Aviv.
Go! Go! Go!
(SIRENS BLARING)
Tel Aviv? What the f*** is Tel Aviv?
Oh.
Chacho.
No, it's Castillo.
Agent Castillo.
I know, It's a bummer, right?
Look at those guys. Whoa!
I took you on vacation
to the Bahamas with my family.
It was great. I loved it.
You f***ing piece of sh*t!
To the Atlantis!
Yeah, but in '09, you shot my partner
in a credit union.
His name was Michael Glade.
- OFFICER:
Hey, keep still.- (GRUNTS)
FBI AGENT:
Easy. Nobody shoot.Don't move, Chacho!
(GROANS)
I'm shot!
CASTILLO:
Oh, that felt so good!Oh, sh*t!
I was praying to God, I was, like,
"Please give me a reason to shoot you."
And you came through, bro!
What's wrong with you?
You shot your partner!
Oh, there's one last surprise.
even after the vacation and everything.
Look at this. Your wife.
Motherf***er!
(GROANING)
I'm gonna kill you, Chacho!
CASTILLO:
I just gave her the attentionyou didn't, bro.
You should've cuddled.
You should've cuddled, bro.
HECTOR:
Chacho, I'll kill you!(YELLS, GROANS)
(GROANS)
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Here we go.
Get at it, girls! Let's go!
Are you cat fighting? Come on, girls!
There you go. There you go.
Shoot, Kyle! Come on!
Baker, what the hell?
It's a grappling exercise!
I'm so sorry. Dude, are you okay?
He hit my bad knee.
I've had some trauma, then I reacted,
and my training took over.
- I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
- What training?
- What goddamn training?
- I don't have any training.
Get off the mat.
Good punch.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(TIRE SCREECHING)
(ALL CHEERING, APPLAUDING)
meet even the lowest standards
for graduation.
In fact, most of the disabled cadets
scored much, much higher.
- They did?
- Yeah, even in marksmanship.
Well, I don't doubt that.
Disabled folks are doing a ton
these days.
Look at that Olympic runner with no legs.
He killed his girlfriend even.
Not that that's an accomplishment,
but still, it's impressive
in its severity.
And then there is your physical.
You've had 23 surgeries?
Yeah, I've had feet, ankles,
knees and shoulders.
And I have a titanium humerus
from here to here. It's pretty cool.
So, how do you feel?
You know, I feel pretty darn good.
I'm on a pharmaceutical regimen.
That helps a lot.
Except for when it rains.
Those days are pretty rough.
Oh, I bet.
I don't think I could live in Seattle.
Jon, why do you wanna be CHP?
Truth be told,
my wife wants a separation.
I lost my sponsors about a year ago
and I've been just wallowing.
And she understandably
has lost her attraction to me.
I can feel it when I look at her.
Are you okay?
I didn't mean to be a bummer.
It just triggered (CLEARS THROAT)
- some of my stuff.
- I'm sorry.
I've got some of the same issues
with my husband Ted.
- I'm so sorry to hear that.
- It's very painful.
This is Karen. She's a swim instructor.
Whoa! She's very beautiful.
Thank you. He is really good-looking
and he's handsome.
You are a very lucky man.
Thank you. Thank you.
So, how does CHP play into it, Jon?
You know, I learned in couples' therapy
that women often marry their fathers,
and her dad was a cop.
- Ah, I get it.
- Yeah.
Well, you can ride a motorcycle.
I'll give you that.
Yes, ma'am, like a motherf***er.
Okay. I'mma level with you, Jon.
- I like you.
- Thank you.
- You have nice eyes.
- Thank you.
You remind me of my husband.
Thank you.
Tell you what. Today's your lucky day.
on a probationary clause,
which means if you are not
in the top 10% of your department
for conduct, safety, and citations,
you're a f***ing goner.
- You got me?
- Yes, ma'am, loud and clear.
Don't f*** this up.
(SIREN BLARING)
MALE OFFICER:
Pull to the right.3-9 to base, we're 7-0-4.
How they gonna force us off the highway,
then block the f***ing exit?
LT? Clear?
Hey, hey, hey.
You think that door's gonna evaporate
and not kill that woman right there?
Oh, Dad, what woman?
You're high, right?
It's noon and you're high already.
Lay off, Dad.
BECKY:
No, no, no!Please, no!
(SCREAMING, SOBBING)
RAY:
It's gonna be okay, ma'am.You're gonna be home
with your cats in no time.
REED:
Clear!Oh, sh*t!
(BECKY SCREAMING)
DISPATCHER:
EAGLE-6, we have an 11-80at the 210 and Lowell.
EAGLE-6 responding to 11-80
at 210 and Lowell.
(PANTING) LT. What's going on?
This ain't the plan.
What are you doin', man?
You and TJ skimmed
200 grand off the last job.
You think I wouldn't notice?
They're on the ramp, TJ. Two bikes.
Dispatch, this is EAGLE-6.
We have four suspects
on two black motorcycles
heading eastbound
toward Pennsylvania Ave.
Shots fired, shots fired!
Let's see how much
TJ:
Oh, my God. He's got David.PARISH:
Who's David?RAY:
One of you is gonna die.You choose, thief.
Thief? F*** does that mean?
RAY:
I let you on my crew,and you're gonna steal from me?
It's you or David.
TJ!
Hey, TJ!
Buckle back in!
Don't jump, TJ!
Don't jump!
PARISH:
TJ!TJ!
- (BODY THUDS)
- (GASPING)
You've got two weeks to
get our money back, or you die, too.
You understand?
(BARTON GASPING)
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