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Congratulations. Have a cigar.

The report will be ready in the morning.

You guys can get back into the field.

So, the vote...

- The vote... The vote was four to one.

What?

Oh, come on,

who the f*** pissed backwards. Holland?

Affirmatron.

I would like to see his bald-headed,

black ass

back in a radio car in South Central.

Hell, we don't need that sh*t.

- No, I just...

He actually said, "Out of policy"?

Holland began contacting

outside agencies a month ago.

He is undergoing civil service testing

with the City of Cleveland.

He's leaving to run their PD.

You didn't hear it from me.

- Didn't hear it from you.

F*** Holland. Good riddance.

But you watch, you are going to

have to pin his stars on another brother

or the community will go apeshit.

Jesus, Eldon, you sound like your old man.

- It's true.

It is not such a bad thing, Jimmy.

Everything I know... His old man.

A toast to Bobby. Right between the eyes.

Well, thank you. Thank you, guys.

I mean it.

Thank you for giving me the chance

to prove myself in SIS.

- Amen, Bobby. To Jack's squad.

- Jack.

Eldon, Jimmy has something to tell you.

You made Lieutenant.

You're next on the transfer list.

- Yeah, f*** you too, Jimmy.

- No. We're not pulling your dick.

It's about f***ing time.

It's about f***ing time!

All right! Hey! Where's my badge?

The badge ceremony is Wednesday

at the Academy.

A dozen lieutenants are being promoted.

The biggest in department history.

That is if you think you can make it

on time, Mr. Smart-Ass.

I'm going to try to shove it

into my busy schedule, Jimmy.

Thanks for dropping by, Jimmy.

Thanks for the cigars, Jimmy.

- Good luck, kid.

- Yeah, thank you.

We'll hoist a few next week.

That'd be good, Jack. Any time.

Looking forward to it.

That's our next chief, gentlemen.

That's a scary f***ing thought.

I mean, oh, God help us.

I can't stand much more of that dump.

Did you see that drunk tonight

trying to paw me?

No, what drunk?

It doesn't matter what drunk.

What's the matter with you

tonight, darling?

That's the third time you tried

to tell me something, then stopped.

We shouldn't have any secrets

from each other.

You're a f***ing alcoholic.

- Thanks.

- There's goulash in the Crock-Pot.

I'm not hungry.

I love you.

You know I do. I want to marry you,

but not now.

Only after we've dated first.

Did you just get home?

Eleven prisoners got early releases.

I had to process them out.

Sal, I made lieutenant.

- You're kidding.

- Uh-uh.

- Finally.

- Yeah.

When's it going to show up

on your paycheck?

Well, not until after the ceremony, honey.

Oh, come on, man.

Who the f*** is calling 900 numbers?

If it's anyone, it's you,

and you don't remember.

The department tapes for manual labor.

Watch this, it's the damn kid.

Welcome to Sorority Slut Hotlines.

Yeah, Sorority Slut Hotline.

Just f***ing pay it. At least he's not a fag.

No, he's not a fag. He's a damn kid.

He has a girlfriend.

Did you know that, "Detective"?

No. No sh*t?

Yeah. She is very pretty, very sweet.

That's excellent.

The boy's finding his dick.

I work in a jail.

Do I have to listen to that at home?

Okay, okay.

I'm sorry.

Aren't you going to ask me

how the shooting board went?

Aren't you gonna at least ask me

how the shooting board went?

I'm sorry, honey. I have a hard time

keeping track of all your shootings,

and investigations, and interrogations,

- and inquiries.

- Come on.

- How did your shooting board go?

- In policy.

- Like it would be anything else.

- Oh, what is this?

What is this? I recognize this.

I've seen them before,

somewhere, sometime.

You know, Bobby... He's strutting around

like a little bantam rooster.

You're just jealous of him

'cause he's cute.

Cute?

You are so lost in space, you have no idea

what the f*** is going on.

Jealous of Bobby?

Bobby is a f***ing coward.

- Bobby's not a coward.

- Oh, he's not?

Okay.

Chicken sh*t.

Let me tell you how

that Robertson case really went down.

My gun has to cool 'cause I blasted

that freak in Pacoima last month, right?

And it's due time Bobby gets tested.

So we're out there.

We're in this alley. We're waiting.

Robertson comes running out,

almost smacks into Bobby.

So there they are, eyeballing each other

with their sh*t hanging out.

Robertson says, "Boo."

Bobby drops his gun

and Mandingo goes track star.

Sally, Bobby dropped his f***ing gun,

okay?

- I don't want to hear this.

- No. Listen, listen. 'Cause this is good.

So I reach down, I pick up Bobby's gun

I go, "Hey! Yo, G-dog!" Or "GQ"

or whatever the f*** his name is.

He turns around and boom!

I split this guy's eyeballs.

Lucky shot, I admit it.

Point is,

I let Bobby take the trigger-man slot

to save his ass

from big-time embarrassment, okay?

How you like that for cute? F***!

F***ing goulash, huh? Oh, boy.

And you wonder why I drink.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh, yeah.

Is that all you got?

Yeah, for now. For the moment, yeah.

Man, you sure you're a cop?

Just call me Sarge. But no last name.

Yeah, we've known each other,

what, for three weeks without last names?

I'm afraid if you tell me

you're gonna, like...

- What? I'll turn into a pumpkin?

- Yeah, something like that.

- Want to know my last name?

- No.

No. I don't want to know your last name.

Or your division, or your partner.

I don't know. I kind of like it like this,

you know?

Nothing too serious, yet.

What just happened

was pretty serious to me.

- Ready to go again? Hmm?

- Whatever you say, Sarge.

That's what I'm talking about.

Money.

- Niggas went...

Orchard! Sidwell!

Did you hear that?

- Yo, what's up?

Orchard! Sidwell! Open up!

I know you're in there. Orchard! Sidwell!

Where's the safe?

Dump that sh*t! Where's the money?

Give me all the money now,

or I'll put you back in your cages.

- Is this it?

- Hell, yeah.

Yo, what about our half?

Keeping your half. I'm keeping your half

because you couldn't control yourselves.

Why did you dumb fucks

kill those people?

What the f*** do you think?

We going to let people walk in the store

and walk out after they've seen us?

I don't give a f***.

You live and breath and walk the streets

because of me and me alone.

You know that, don't you?

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

Your whore is dead. Dump her, too.

Get off your asses.

I'm putting you on a fresh-blood case.

There was a quadruple homicide

in Jefferson yesterday.

- Two coloreds f***ed up a robbery.

- Monkeyshines. Why call us in?

The Sh*t Fairy paid me a visit

and it is rolling downhill.

Yeah, I hate it when the Sh*t Fairy visits.

One of the vics

was an LAPD dispatcher.

I got four bodies in the morgue.

This Rodney King sh*t

has the department on the ropes.

So get these gorillas. Show the world

the LAPD looks after its own.

- Eldon, can we do this?

- Sure, Jack, we can do this.

Help the guys out in South Bureau.

Peltz and Sapin.

They're a little overworked.

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