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Marys. I mean, I'm not the guy for that.

If you cut me half as much slack as you

do those a**holes, I might owe you one.

I have.

You do.

Listen, I spoke to Melindez at DSD, OK?

I'll be gettin' a new partner

first of the month.

You ever have a bad relationship with

a woman where you fight all the time?

Even when you love 'em.

It's like havin' two heads. One says

"red", the other's sure to say "green".

Once you had one that wasn't like that,

you never go back again. You leave it.

You don't point a finger

and blame someone.

You just go your separate ways.

OK?

That's it.

Yeah, well, the apology still goes.

(turns music back on)

That's your ass, High Top!

Bloods don't deal with Crip dealers.

You Crip!

Hey, Crip!

We're Bloods, motherf***er!

I want a doctor.

Why'd they do you, High Top? Hm?

You sellin' bad sh*t in the street?

You been hangin' around

those Crips too much, man.

I wanna talk to my lawyer.

Lawyer's not gonna help you, man.

Give it up.

Tell me somethin' that I don't know.

Even his homeboys can't deal with him.

Get his ass outta here.

- Get him put in his cell.

- Hold it!

Wanna get out of the gang module, huh?

Wanna get back in the population?

You don't - well,

you're one dead motherf***er.

Tell me somethin' I don't know.

You may beat the rap, but there's

all kinds of justice in this world.

I don't know what you know.

Give me somethin' tasty.

Some of that nasty cheese of yours, hm?

It's a cold world, Blood. No mercy.

Ain't that what you write on the walls?

Who got Robert Craig?

Rocket. It was Rocket.

(dispatcher) Hollenbeck units.

Vehicle used in a 187.

Dark-blue van. License.1-Frank-

9-2-6-David. 1-Frank-9-2-6-David.

- That's Rocket's van, man.

- Well, here we go.

(Hodges) 1-CRASH-32, we're southbound

on Huntington, responding to a 187 van.

At the liquor store,

you go past it, turn right.

(helicopter pilot) I have my light on

a dark-blue van behind the liquor store.

Driver, put both hands out the window.

Both hands!

Keep your right hand out the window.

Take your left hand,...

...cross it over your body

and take the keys out of the ignition.

I wanna see the keys in your hand.

(helicopter pilot) Air Two. I have

two units, code six, on the suspect.

Now, with one hand,

open the right-hand door.

I want it all the way open.

Same hand, open the other door.

Now get your hand back up.

(helicopter pilot) Air Two.

We have two suspects. Male, black.

Passenger,...

...slowly climb over the driver's side.

Exit with your hands in the air.

Put your hands in sight above your head.

Face forward.

Hey, RJ, these guys look pretty scary.

You feelin' like a hero? Cuff 'em up.

This is the van that ol' Rocket was driving

when he shot up Robert Craig.

- Read 'em their rights.

- What for?

(cop) All right, keep your head still.

OK, move 'em over. That's it.

What you got? Nice and easy now.

- See my flashlight?

- Tell me what you got.

- OK, what do we got here?

- Don't want no surprises.

Don't worry. They got no diseases.

(helicopter pilot) Air Two.

Code four. Suspects in custody.

How long have you known Rocket?

A year? Ten years?

- About one year, I guess.

- About one year, you guess.

Where does his lady live?

I don't know.

Hey, don't pull my f***in' dick, stupid.

I don't. I don't know where she lives.

OK, look. Somebody

wants to kill Rocket, let's say.

And old fat Willie's gotta let him know, be

a hero to him. Now, how do you find him?

I don't know.

Oh, man, homes.

We can do this all f***in' night.

What is Rocket's girlfriend's name?

I don't know his girlfriend's name.

Hey, look.

You're not talkin' to some fool now.

We're talkin' about your freedom.

You don't know her.

What's her girlfriend's name?

- What girlfriend?

- Any one. Pick one.

Don't tell me you don't know

the little b*tches' names in the hood.

Big strong boy like you.

Huh?

What's the name of some of

Rocket's girlfriend's friends?

Annie.

Annie what?

I don't know.

(voice over PA)

180, 65. Come to the front desk.

Who else? Don't pull my f***in' dick.

I'll front you in front of the homeboys.

I'll go out there, give you $50,

say "Thanks for the information."

I'll do it. I've done it before.

(sighs)

Cheryl Williams.

I'll be back.

You keep your f***in' mouth shut.

Annie, Cheryl Williams.

(voice over PA) Call at the front desk.

1-David-12, phone call at the front desk.

(Hodges) How did he get your van?

How did he get your van?

Hm?

We know that he used your van, Lewis.

Now, if you don't wanna get in trouble,...

...just tell me how Rocket got it.

I lent it to my brother.

And?

Rocket took it from him at a party.

He just took the van?

My brother was afraid.

He's more afraid of Rocket than of you?

(voice over PA) Detective McShaney

has a call in the front office.

Just so we understand ourselves.

We don't want you, man. We want him.

But they used your van in a drive-by,...

...so we're gonna book you

unless you help us out.

Relax, man. I'm not laughin' at you.

- You know what fat Willie just told me?

- What?

You know that foxy little chick that hangs

out with Cheryl Williams and Annie?

- I don't think so.

- Yeah, yeah, you know who I mean.

The sexy little thing. This is wild.

Sh*t, uh...

Lewis, what the f***

is the name of that girl?

- Sharon?

- Right!

Oh, yeah.

Right, Sharon, uh...

I don't know.

Robbins?

Robbins. Right.

- Rocket's lady.

- Right, man!

(Hodges) Right.

- Police! Open up.

- (woman moans)

- I don't think they heard us.

- F*** 'em. Let's go.

Talk about gettin' off.

We are going in. Be careful and be quiet.

(woman pants and moans)

(woman) Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

- (woman shrieks)

- Freeze!

That's not Rocket. That's not Rocket.

- (woman screams)

- Holy f***! Stop that sh*t.

Come on.

(woman sobs)

Killer-Bee.

Why'd you move, man? Why?

I was reachin'... for my pants, man.

Yeah.

Just lie still. Don't move, OK? Hang

in there. I'll get you an ambulance, OK?

Somebody get an ambulance!

Hang in there.

(woman weeps)

Motherf***er, you!

Pac-Man, motherf***er, you!

We're gonna get you, motherf***er!

( "Let the Rhythm Run" by Salt-n-Pepa)

We can get Pac-Man.

- You get Pac-Man.

- We gonna let Rocket know.

Sure enough, momma. We tell Rocket.

Yo, Rocket, man! Check out this uzi.

Definitely tighten up

Pac-Man's sh*t, homeboy.

( dance music)

T-Bone.

- You gonna shoot me, you punk?

- I'm not gonna shoot you.

- You gonna shoot me?

- Everything's cool. Let's go.

F*** that, man!

- Get off me! Gimme my rabbit.

- Calm down, T-Bone.

Tell him to gimme my rabbit. Punk!

You couldn't get none at home?

Get off me, man!

- There's your rabbit, T-Bone.

- Yeah, yeah.

- There's your rabbit.

- I stuck my T-bones in your hind!

- In the hind, baby.

- Get up, T-Bone.

- You don't have to stick my face in it.

- You'll get your rabbit. Got your rabbit.

- Give it!

- Here's your rabbit. Come on.

You're tryin' to take T-Bone away.

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