Colors
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 120 min
- 2,951 Views
(indistinct announcement on PA)
Hodges. What d'you think
about those hotshot jitterbugs?
- What about 'em?
- You never pulled that sh*t, did you?
No way.
- Bullshit, huh?
- Yeah.
I don't understand Melindez, I really don't.
John Wayne's Rexall Rangers - pussies.
I got one year left.
Gimme a towel. And after that...
After that...
Ex cuse me.
Who are you?
Rocky VI.
What'd you say you did for a living?
I'm a guardian of masculinity, man.
- Where does that put you?
- (cop) Where the f*** is my gun?
- F***.
We want a uniformed presence...
...out in the street.
They're flying their colours,...
...we're flying ours.
I want them to know
who they're dealing with.
They got uzis. They got shotguns.
They got explosives. They got access
to any weapon they want within 24 hours.
We got over 50,000
gangbangers out there.
We're bleeding from open wounds.
We're just jamming you 24 in
to stop the flow.
We sound like a bunch of Tampax.
What?
You wanna tell me what you were saying?
uh...
I said we sound like
a bunch of Tampax, sir.
Kid's cute.
Tampax goes someplace good.
(groans)
- Give this guy to Hodges.
- What? What?
Beat it.
( "One Time One Night" by Los Lobos)
A wise man
Was tellin' stories to me
About the places he had been to
and the things that he had seen
A quiet voice
Was singin' something to me
An age-old song 'bout the home
of the brave in this land here of the free
One time one night in America
A lady dressed in white
with the man she loved
of a pick-up truck
A shot rang out in the night
Just when everything seemed right
Another headline written
down in America
The guy that lived next door in 305
Took the kids to the park
and disappeared 'bout half past nine
Who will ever know
how much she loved them so?
That dark night alone in America
A quiet voice
Was singin' somethin' to me
An age-old song 'bout the home
of the brave in this land here of the free
One time one night in America
Four small boys
playing ball in the parking lot
A preacher, a teacher
A car skidded into the rain
Making the last little one a saint
One more light goes out in America
in a wishing well
She hopes for a heaven,
but for her there's just this hell
She gave away her life
To become somebody's wife
Another wish unanswered in America
People havin' so much faith
Die too soon
while all the rest come late
We write a song that no one sings
on a cold black stone
Where a lasting peace will finally bring...
(sirens)
(youth raps) Say, Rocket's gonna pop it
And no one's gonna stop it
Look what I got
to rock your knots with...
- Just light the damn sherm.
- Yes, yes.
- Light it up, dude.
- Yes, yes, yo.
- Sherm up the driver, cuz.
- Eat it up.
We like to get high
So a n*gger kid dies
Checkin' out slobs
That is our job
And if you think we're the Crips
Well, you hit it on the nob
G-ridin' in the van
With my main man
Shotgun jam
Turnin' n*ggers into Spam
Rocket don't smoke
And Rocket don't joke
Yo! Rocket, put the cap on the n*gger
(laughter)
- Hey, man, shut the f*** up.
- (turns off music) Better?
- Chill out, motherf***er.
- Yo, Rocket.
Man, I'm high as a motherf***er.
Yo, Rocket, we're comin' in.
(voices in conversation)
Hey, Blood!
Oh, God! No!
No! No!
No! No!
Oh, God! No! No! No!
He can't die! He can't die!
No! He can't die!
No! Lord have mercy! Lord have mercy!
No!
- What'd you find out?
- OK, the victim's name is Robert Craig.
A little warlock, house of Blood set.
Apparently, at least two blacks
drive by in a van, say "Hey, Blood." Boom.
Sh*t.
She saw it.
(Mrs Craig wails)
Ex cuse me.
- I ain't seen nothin'.
- I'd like to ask you a few questions.
- Nothin'!
- Ma'am, if you saw this, you can't...
Who can't? Just get on out of my face.
Are you gonna just close your eyes
every time this happens?
- There's a kid laying here dead, ma'am!
- Let's go, let's go. She has to live here.
(Mrs Craig) No, please!
(Mrs Craig) No!
He can't die! He can't die!
D'you need anything?
Jeez, I don't know, Hodges.
Maybe some of your valuable expertise.
I doubt it. You guys are doin' such a fine
job, that's why they call us out at 2am.
Hey, why don't you flyin' CRASH guys
go take a flyin' f***?
Hey, f*** you.
- F*** you.
- Let's get in the car.
There's too many bodies around here.
(Mrs Craig) No! No! No!
He can't die! No!
Lord have mercy! Lord have mercy!
No!
The kid was a Blood. Dealing too.
Whether it was drugs or gang related, I
don't know. For now, let's hook and book.
Be inventive. Find some probable cause.
Get both gangs off the street,
Let 'em calm down. See if they'll talk.
What I need is a shot of Demerol
and some clean sheets.
Whoa, whoa. Any further questions?
- No, sir.
- All right. Let's rock'n'roll.
- Stand up. Keep your f***in' mouth shut.
- Why the f*** you holdin' on us?
- Wait, wait.
- Shut up!
Don't get ex cited, man. Wait!
Yo, man, we ain't did nothin'!
Man, they rode on us.
The punk-ass motherfuckers!
Keep movin, Rocket.
(Ice-T) I am a nightmare walkin'
Psychopath talkin'
King of my jungle
Just a gangster stalkin'
Livin' life like a firecracker
Quick is my fuse
Vendettas of death
Back the colors I choose
Red or blue, Cuz or Blood
It just don't matter
Sucker, dive for your life
When my shotgun scatters
Colors
The gangs of LA will never die
Just multiply
Colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors
You don't know me, fool
You disown me, cool
I don't need your assistance
Social persistence
Any problem I got
I just put my fist in
My life is violent
But violent is life
Peace is a dream
Reality is a knife
My color's my honor
My color's my all
With my colors upon me
Tell me, what have you left me?
What have I got?
Last night in cold blood
(Hodges) And there they are.
The Ville. Crips. Crip de Ville.
Stone f***in' killers. They'll walk in your
house, blow you away, sit down to eat...
Then leave.
That's right. You get them off the street.
- Lady, we're trying.
- You need more help! (laughs)
- So, what's up, Rocky-o?
- Yo, yo, yo, put it here.
Get your hand outta my face, all right?
Oh.
Hodges, you back, huh?
- What's up, homes?
- Hey, turn the music down, man.
- Hey, f*** that! That ain't my job.
- You better watch your back, man.
Nice ride, man. I didn't make it.
- Why you sneakin' up on us like that?
- You wanna get back on the sidewalk?
- You're all buffed out. Been to the joint?
- Just County. Missed you for a while.
You out on good time? What's this?
Oh, this here's my Hopalong Cassidy rag.
- Get rid of it.
- (voices arguing)
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