Colors

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(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.

I'm gonna go for another ten.

Who are you?

Rocky VI.

What'd you say you did for a living?

I'm a guardian of masculinity, man.

- (cop) Somebody smells good!

- 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

Was standing along the side

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

and the other became a cop

A car skidded into the rain

Making the last little one a saint

One more light goes out in America

A young girl tosses a coin

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,

at least for a night or two.

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

One soldier stands tall

Tell me, what have you left me?

What have I got?

Last night in cold blood

My young brother got shot

(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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