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- Felipe.

- That's my partner, McGavin.

- What's your name, man?

- Huh?

- Larry.

Larry.

New partner.

OK, Larry. Get over there.

Larry Sylvester. Looney Tunes.

What's the matter

with the peewees, homes?

- What?

- They threw a rock at my brand-new car.

Who threw the rock?

Who threw it?!

- You're a stupid f***, you know that?

- No future in it, homie.

- So you're back in the jungles, homes?

- This ain't the jungle. This is Disneyland.

So how we gonna teach them?

I don't know, Hodges. I don't know, man.

I don't know about this

younger generation, homes.

You come down, Felipe.

I'm gonna beat your ass.

Well, keep the homeboys in line, all right?

Yes, sir.

Have a good day.

All right, homes.

I didn't mean to jump on your case,

it's just you were blowin' my deal.

Our community have kids out there

who are dying over colours.

I mean, actually dying over red or blue.

And what we need is your help.

We need you to testify when

you see something going on out there.

We're outnumbered, we're outgunned,

we're tired. We need your help.

You mean the cops

don't have enough guns? Sh*t!

- You wanna know why they pull this sh*t?

- Cos there ain't no jobs out there!

Hell with 'em all!

Throw all the motherfuckers in jail, huh?

I know all about bein' outgunned,

all right? I mean, I was in Vietnam.

Yeah!

It ain't about what you got in your hand.

It's about what the people want.

That's what it is, man.

You're doggone right that's what it is.

- It's what the people want.

- Wait. Let the man talk, all right?

I used to run with a gang, all right?

Now I work with 'em.

I just wanna make a point here.

The reality on the streets is

the dope dealer has the Mercedes-Benz,...

...the money and the women. Now, these

kids have eyes. They see what's goin' on.

And that is their socialisation.

It's the values that they respect.

We don't educate 'em.

We don't give 'em jobs.

We know all that.

Why don't you do somethin' about it?

Look, what we need

is some damn protection.

- Then you've got to get involved.

- Why the f*** d'you think we're here?

We're fed up! We're sick of this sh*t!

The police are never gonna get anywhere.

Shakin' people down,

shinin' their lights in our eyes.

Treatin' all of us like criminals

cos of where we live!

- And right in front of our kids!

- D'you know where your kids are now?

F*** you!

- F*** you, man!

- You don't go botherin' me about my kid.

(shouting)

(woman bangs desk) Calm down!

Please hold it down. Let's come to order!

( gospel singing)

(choir) Soon, and very soon

We are going to see the King

Hallelujah, hallelujah

We are going to see the King

Oh, Lord God in heaven

We are going to see the King

Hallelujah, hallelujah

We are going to see the King

Oh, I said soon, and very soon

We are going to see the King

Soon, and very soon

We are going to see the King

Oh, I said soon, and very soon

We are going to see the King

Hallelujah, hallelujah

We are going to see the King

I want to thank Miss Loretta Thomas

and her choir,...

...greet the congregation and

all the rest of you who have chosen...

...to grace our church on this special day.

What makes this day so special?

"What is so special?" you ask.

Another black boy bites the dust

to which thou art returned.

I knew this boy, this Robert Craig,...

...whose mama brought him up

as best she could.

- It wasn't lack of love that killed him.

- (choir) Amen!

It was the scourge of drugs and gangs.

(congregation) That's right.

And what makes this day so special is, we

have now declared war upon this plague!

Yeah!

Till we see that this scourge of

gang violence is driven from our streets!

We've been bullied too long

by these sawed-off gangsters.

These gangbangers,

as they call themselves.

And now it is time for decent folk,...

- ...for people of God, to start bangin' back.

- Amen!

- Are we afraid of these hoodlums?

- (congregation) No.

- I said, are we afraid?

- No!

(automatic fire)

They hit, goddamn it!

We have a black and white following

a black Ford LTD. Request air unit.

- F***!

- Sh*t!

Eastbound in alley

between 113 and 114 from Wilmington.

(horns)

(dispatcher) Air units,

come in on southeast frequency.

Air 18. Go ahead.

Keep this motherf***er goin'!

F***in' a**hole!

Get outta Dodge, you motherfuckers.

Eat sh*t and die, motherfuckers!

Get these cops. F*** 'em up!

Air 18, respond to shots fired.

That f***in' b*tch can drive, man.

(helicopter pilot) Air 18.

Code six. Have three suspects...

A**holes. F***. Crips, Bloods...

Oh, sh*t!

(winded gasps)

My wife, uh...

says she wants to meet you.

She says, uh,...

- ...you can bring a date.

- Thanks.

- Jesus Christ!

- (Hodges chuckles)

So we had Linda, you know.

She's 18 now, right?

And then Bobby said

"Well, why don't we try for a boy?"

So I thought Tommie for sure

was gonna be our last one, but...

- (baby gurgles)

- ...these things happen!

Well, they better not.

Oh, no. You heard what he said?

Jumbo shrimp! There's a contradiction.

- $14.95 a pound.

- Bobby...!

Hey, he's my partner.

What's money to two highly paid

professionals of LA's best? Right?

- Right.

- Let me go help you.

- No, honey. Sit down.

- It's OK. I'll just come. Later, dear.

Prick. Bastard.

You dog.

You better treat her right,

or her Mexican mama's gonna chop it off.

- A f***in' angel.

- I know.

Pretty fancy drivin'

the other day, McGavin.

I mean, we didn't

have to try and catch 'em.

Are you sayin' I wouldn't have?

Well, if I was you,

a year before pension,...

...a wife like that, a kid...

Three kids. That's bullshit.

D'you wanna get into this now?

I don't understand you. I really don't.

You wanna psychoanalyse me?

- Where'd you get your f***in' hard-on?

- Ask me if I loved my mother.

I used to get jacked up

cos I thought I needed that edge.

Well, maybe you don't, maybe I do.

Maybe we're just different.

What I remember most from that time

is nothing but regrets.

Let me tell you something: you can't

prove anything out on the streets.

What you do is a job. You can try to be a

professional - that's the best you can do.

Now in 19 years I've learned one thing.

If you try to fight every jerk on the street,

you'll be one sad, sorry son of a b*tch.

And you'll never last 20 years.

And God forbid if you ever get married

and take it out on your wife.

She will walk. She will f***ing leave you.

So why make it worse all the time?

- Is that one thing?

- Yeah, one thing.

It's all one thing.

- The other day...

- This isn't to do with that.

- Shut up! uh, do I get to talk?

- Talk.

I'm sorry about the car.

I f***in' wiped out. What can I say?

You want me to say

it's not gonna happen again?

I know what you're saying

and trying to do,...

...but I didn't volunteer for CRASH to play

games and be nice to these a**holes.

Think you get respect? They laugh and

f*** somebody up. I can't deal with that.

If you don't think you can deal with me,

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