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I want another one.

You can't take T-Bone away, man.

You can't take the T!

Here, boy, come on now. Come on.

The rabbit's gonna be right with us here.

Here's your rabbit.

See that? That's the part that's next.

Hey, man. Wherever I go,

I represent the set, man. I am the set.

Kickin' back, illin' with the homeboys.

Doin' that crazy sh*t.

- Right on, T-Bone.

- I love that crazy sh*t.

Crashin' motherfuckers on the floor.

Bam, man!

Bust 'em in the head, stab 'em, whatever.

- Robbin' houses, beatin' up on fools.

- You know that.

- Blastin' my enemies.

- Go partyin' afterwards. That's it, man.

Yo, I go to this freak house, man,

with cuz. I left cuz there.

Man, I come back, the boy's sleepin'

on the floor, man. Like The Little Rascals.

Boy's sleepin' on the floor.

You know Rocket's hidin' out, man.

Cops killed the Killer-Bee, man.

Shot that boy down, man!

He's pumpin' his fuel into Rocket's lady.

The cops came in, bang, bang!

Pumped so much lead in that boy,

turned him into a pencil, man.

Left him on the floor curled up

like a baby with a big dick, man.

- That's cold, man.

- Word, that's the Pac-Man.

That motherf***er Pac-Man,

we gonna put the bite on his ass, man.

Yo, man, go get me some cigarettes.

And a girlie magazine. Hurry up, man.

Hey, come on, Frog.

Are you playin' or what?

What about the woman, Officer Baines?

Was she in the line of fire?

Not to my knowledge. She wasn't hit.

Your knowledge of our shooting policy

is the question here, Officer Baines,...

...because your judgment

is certainly suspect.

You killed a man, mister -

for reachin' for his pants.

Sir, I thought my life and the lives

of my fellow officers were in danger.

- He appeared to be going for a weapon.

- I do understand that, Officer Baines.

But what I can't figure out...

...is why you didn't take more time

to find out who was really in that room.

Sir, we thought the 187

murder suspect was in the room.

That's why we were there.

You thought wrong, Officer Baines.

Man, this is crazy.

They think he shot him.

- It wasn't you, was it?

- No, sir.

What difference does it make?

If they think he did, he did it.

They're not gonna shoot a cop.

- Who told you this?

- I'd rather not say.

I'm not asking you to testify.

I'm not gonna give up your source.

Leo Lopez. Call him Frog.

He's in County on a traffic warrant.

He owed me one, OK?

- Look, I believe him.

- I'm sick of these dumb a**holes.

Call Metro. Put the clamps on

until we get 'em to call it off.

- Melindez, you wanna set it up?

- Yeah. Sure.

What we gonna do with him?

Ex cuse me. If you wanna take me

off the street, that's your option.

But we shouldn't let these gangbangers

dictate the way we operate. I'll be OK.

What do you think?

I'll call Metro when I get upstairs.

In the meantime, kick back.

Relax, t sabes? And be careful.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

I'm back after lunch.

F*** it, man! They're still out there, dude,

askin' about the hit on Pac-Man.

- (Crip) Say what?

- (Crip #2) No sh*t.

- Who said?

- I saw 'em rollin' down the street!

(Crip) Bullshit, sh*t!

- Y'all been talkin'?

- Hell, no!

- Is everybody here?

- No.

T-Bone, cuz. up in County, man.

Word.

- Y'all find out who that n*gger with.

- T-Bone say Frog from 21st Street.

- Let's bust a cap in his ass.

- Get his hide.

We down.

Your brother paid.

I got him a job, remember?

Sh*t! Well, he shouldn't have paid, homes.

- It's just money, man.

- I know, but he shouldn't have paid.

Went up to Miss Mousie's door

Shut up, man!

Gonna get a job and

pay your brother back now?

- I don't know, homes.

- He's into Miss Mousie now, man.

You're gonna have to get some p*ssy.

You been in the slammer too long.

(Larry) All right!

Party tonight, man. Party!

( dance music)

Come on, homie. Show us how!

This is so strong, man.

You wanna have some of this sh*t

and get high, then we'll bust some hose.

Yeah, back in a bit.

Sh*t.

Good sh*t, huh?

I feel sorry for the b*tch

I'll take home tonight, ese.

(screaming)

(dispatcher) Units in the area, shots fired.

1070 Hicks. Ganahl and Hicks.

Roger. 1-CRASH-32, there in one.

(pilot) Air 12. CRASH-1-32.

We have our light on you. Are responding

to shots fired, Ganahl and Hicks.

(siren)

( faint music from house)

- One of you back me up, will you?

- I'm goin' with Hodges.

I'm OK. How you doin' tonight?

Bet we got victims up there now.

( "Memories of El Monte"

by The Penguins on stereo)

Turn the music off.

(music stops)

Sit him down.

- Did anybody get hit?

- (women) No.

- Anyone hurt?

- No.

- What's with your homeboy, Spanky?

- Too many cervezas, homes.

Go sit over here, man.

What are you on, man?

- Been smokin' some super kools?

- Go sit over there.

See my finger? Follow my finger.

This guy's dusted.

Don't sneak up on me like that, man.

Come on. Come on out.

Take a seat over here.

What?

What's the matter with you, Pac-Man?

Huh?

What's the matter with you, man? Hey.

- Hey, Pac-Man!

- Hey.

Hey, Pac-Man! Hey, man.

F*** you. I know him.

Just relax. Relax, relax. She's gone.

(sobbing man) I was watchin' TV...

- What's your name?

- Mary Castillo.

Castillo?

You think you know who I am, Danny?

Huh? Do you?

All you see is what you want,

and you only want things one way.

Look at me, Danny!

- Look at me!

- Go back up, Dennis.

Look at me, Pac-Man!

This is me too, man!

(man sobs)

Why?

Why? Why?

(man) Oh, God!

Why? Why?

I don't know why, man.

Did you see how many people

were in the car?

I didn't see anything.

(man sobs) Why?

I saw who it was, man.

It was Rocket, Dog-Man and Shooter.

- Rocket?

- F*** the Crips, eh?

They die.

I want in. Won't take this sh*t no more.

Es mi barrio.

I want in.

Get off the f***in' porch, homes.

Get off the f***in' porch, homes.

So you wanna let the little f***er in, huh?

I don't think he's tough enough, homes.

I don't think he's got enough heart, man.

(shouts of encouragement)

That's two fights, homes. All right.

All right!

There's no turning back now, homes.

You f***ed up, homes.

You joined the gang.

Es mi barrio, homes.

Mi barrio.

You did good.

You all right?

Good.

(gang member) Way to go, homie!

Bang. 2-1, homes.

OK, loosen up!

All right, I want all CRASH units

on full alert. Wear your vests.

use every precaution. Arrest 'em on sight.

These streets'll be quiet soon.

There'll be nobody to bust.

All right, let's go to work!

(shouts of support)

( "Squeeze the Trigger" by Ice-T)

( song continues faintly)

All right, just as we planned.

( song continues)

Stupid fucks.

(confused shouting)

Grenades!

( guitars play)

(twig snaps)

F***in' Looney Tunes, eh?

He's f***in' Rambo, ese.

Rambo didn't die, homes.

F*** that, man.

Cos I'm a f***in' Rambo, homes!

See, I go, man. I'll go just like Larry.

F***! F***ing vato psycho loco, homes.

When I die, homes,

I wanna go just like that, man.

Die?

You ain't never gonna die, homes.

Come here.

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