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- Find better friends. You're in violation.

- Hey, I live right there. I'm just passin' by.

- What's the matter with him?

- Who, Rocket?

- Don't he like it around here?

- Cuz is down for the hood, man.

Y'all got any dope today?

Not us. We just say no to drugs.

- You go get some. I'll be right back.

- All right, man. Get some for us.

Yeah, you bet.

Hey, later on, Hodges.

Take care of yourself, homeboy.

They ain't got nothin', cuz.

Hodges has a new partner.

F***in' Melindez, man. I cannot

believe I'm back out here. Man!

I worked CRASH for five years.

I did my time. Finally made it up to Juvie.

Home at night with the wife. Get to

help somebody every once in a while...

Here I am. Same old sh*t.

( "Butcher Shop" by Kool G Rap

on car stereo)

(McGavin) He don't wanna see us.

Freeze.

Stop, a**hole!

Fuckhead!

Don't move.

That's what you get

for messin' with the police.

Hands behind your heads, interlock your

fingers, down on your knees. Let's go.

Cross your ankles. Don't move.

Drop it.

1-CRASH-32. Requesting backup.

My partner's on foot in an alley.

1200... South Main.

OK, you kids, get outta here. Get lost. Go

home. These guys are creeps. Go home!

Go on!

Bring him out here, McGavin.

Homes, what d'you think I'm gonna

find when I look under that car, huh?

Huh?

You don't run from

the fastest white boy on two feet.

Oh, man, you smell good, homes.

What is that? Eau de doo-dah-day?

I saw him toss it.

What the hell were you runnin' for?

Answer me, a**hole.

Answer me.

What's your name?

- What's your name?

- Clarence Brown.

- Don't lie to me.

- Clarence Brown.

- How old are you?

- 18.

How old are you?

What else do they call you?

What's your name on the street?

Give me another name.

- High Top.

- Why do they call you that?

You a second-storey man, High Top?

You go down on basketball players?

What do you hang out with this loser for?

Wanna be like him? You do, don't you?

No.

- What's your heart beatin' for?

- I'm scared, man.

I thought you were runnin' a marathon.

Got it.

Stand up. Let's see your tattoos.

Oh, man, homes. It's f***in' Gibraltar.

- Look at the red. He's a Blood. Let's see.

- (boy) What?

- Recognise this?

- (Crip) Cancel Christmas. You're dead.

- You on parole or probation?

- No.

Well, I got you on my file now.

If I catch you here again, I'm gonna shove

this up your ass. How would that feel?

uncuff him.

uncuff him.

You heard me.

- I'm Hodges. Ask around who I am.

- Yeah.

- You owe me one, OK?

- Yeah.

- Got that?

- Yes, sir.

Say it.

- I owe you one.

- OK.

Get outta here.

This alley is hot.

It's no longer yours, it's mine.

If I catch you here again,

I'm gonna arrest you.

Be straight with me,

I'll be straight with you.

Now, all of you, get lost.

Let's go. Come on. Out!

- Come on, man. Let's go.

- Go on.

- We'll get him round the corner.

- Right on.

I'm down for that.

I'll drive.

- What the f*** was that?

- What?

I made a righteous collar

back there, partner.

If I do something, I expect you to back

me up and I hope you expect the same.

Oh. You don't even know the area, yet you

wanna drag him in for a pissy little rock...

...and spend the rest of the shift

doin' paperwork? Is that a plan?

- You wanna hear a plan? I got a plan.

- Yeah.

We get him for rock,

then for somethin' else,...

...and when he does something serious,

it's not a first f***in' offence!

(dispatcher) Male causing disturbance

at parking lot, corner of 9th and Figueroa.

Sh*t.

OK, that's your plan. All right.

Now you wanna hear mine?

You're full of f***in' adrenaline, man.

You know...

You're not chasin' around

Mickey Mouse crimes any more.

Now, the plan as I see it

is to get to know these guys,...

...so then when somethin' big

does come along...

You wanna listen or what?

What?

You wanna look at p*ssy

or learn about this job? Which is it?

You heard the one about the two bulls?

Not yet.

Not yet, huh?

These two bulls are sittin' on a knoll

overlookin' a herd of Guernseys,...

...and the baby bull says "Hey, Pop, let's

run down and f*** one of those cows."

But the papa bull says "No, Son."

"Let's walk down."

"F*** 'em all."

(dispatcher) Unit 15,

what is your location?

- When d'you get outta jail?

- (chuckles) What?

I could put a word in with Parole.

- What's your name?

- Louisa.

Danny.

Hi, Danny.

So you get time off for good behaviour?

You ever go out with a cop?

You don't like cops, do you?

No.

- No what?

- No sale. Let's go.

Yeah, sure.

I will be back.

I really love... your coffee, Louisa.

Bye.

Bye.

- You're jealous.

- That's right.

But I got a wife at home

whom I love, and three kids.

- Yeah, well, that don't mean sh*t.

- That's why I'm jealous.

You don't wanna get laid, man.

It leads to kissin',

and pretty soon you gotta talk to 'em.

White Fence are the oldest gang in LA.

There's three or four generations.

I don't know if you remember -

they threatened that lady DA last year.

- (McGavin)? Que pas, homes?

- What's up?

- (McGavin) Nice ride.

- Hodges, what's happenin'?

Not much.

You still smokin' that PCP?

Make you stupid, man.

No, I don't f*** with juice. This is weed.

Peewees smoke that sh*t. I don't.

You seen any... gang members around?

Who, me? I ain't seen any gang members.

You seen any gang members?

Check these vatos.

(police dispatcher on radio)

- 21st Street on our list?

- Nah.

Poor f***ers are professional victims.

Get their ass kicked constantly.

Kind of a mixed gang.

You got Diamond Street there, the Ville,

and the projects on the west.

So they gotta fight their way in

and fight their way out.

- They're f***ed, huh?

- They are f***ed.

- (thud)

- Jesus!

What're you gonna do? Stand in the street

and wave your fist? Let's go. Come on!

( hip-hop music)

(laughter)

Hey, what you guys doin'?

Stay where you are.

Drop and you're dead, buddy.

(music stops)

OK. All right, let's line up.

Come on, let's go.

Come on. Right up here. Let's go.

Let's go. Come on.

All right.

What's the matter with you?

Put that f***in' thing away!

A**hole.

Hey, get your hands outta your pockets.

Put your hands behind your neck.

Come on. And you.

Are you guys stupid or what? Throwin'

rocks at our car... This is my office.

What are you, crazy?

Get your hands up.

Gimme your fingers, man.

Spread your legs. Wider.

Spread your f***in' legs, homes.

Who threw the rock?

Oh.

We can have it any way you want.

You wanna have an understanding?

Are we gonna have

some kind of rapport or what?

- What's that?

- Cigarettes.

- You have any f***in' primos in there?

- Chale, homes.

OK, get out.

What do you wanna have?

- Hodges, still with that rapport sh*t, huh?

- Hey. How you doin'?

What's my little brother

doin' up in that tree?

- Thinks he's a monkey vato, eh?

- Stay up there.

You heard the man.

- Little brother?

- S, mon.

What's your name, little brother?

- Tell him your name, homes.

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