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They'll be happy

if SIS take point on this.

- Bobby.

- Yes, sir.

- This could be a second chance for you.

- I hope so, sir.

So, what's the deal with this

new girl, Bobby? Where did you meet her?

- What are you talking about?

- Come on, man, I am a detective.

- Give me some credit. What's her name?

- Her name's Beth.

- What does she do?

- I don't know.

I don't know what she does.

She works in the building.

Bullshit. She's a cop.

I will bet she is the only blue-suiter

who didn't drop her drawers

when you flashed your shield,

- and now you're intrigued.

- Oh, Eldon, I'm more than intrigued.

Do you remember

the stenographer? Eldon.

Bobby! Don't do it! Bobby! Bobby!

You f***ing idiot!

You have no idea how badly

you'll regret that when you're my age.

I'm sure I will.

The latest now on

the Rodney King beating trial.

We're into the third straight day

of deliberations.

Hey, Lefty.

The jury is somewhere

on the second floor.

I'll have a...

We don't know what

they're talking about.

We don't know how long

it will take them...

- A couple of coffees. Regular.

- Two black coffees.

- Can we turn this sh*t down?

- Thanks, man.

- Hey guys, getting your swerve on?

- Hey, Eldon, what's shaking?

No.

- So, how's Sally?

- Sal? She's my angel.

And what brings you south of King?

Please tell me Jack gave you our case.

Van Meter is all over this one.

He wants us to help you guys out.

- Eldon, it's dog sh*t.

- Yeah, it's crazy-man stuff.

These dumb-asses hot-footed out

without even tapping the till.

They're hypes or cranksters.

They've got to be ex-cons.

- Any wit?

- One. The fifth victim.

- Did you interview him?

- No.

He's in surgery over at Drew/King.

Metro is on him, 24 hours.

And that's all we know,

and you're more than welcome to it.

- Mount up, partner.

- Okay.

Gentlemen, thanks for the help.

Yeah, thanks a lot, guys.

- You bet.

Keep ducking.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Chief, they called again

about the shooting board report.

Send it back without my endorsement.

Attach this cover letter.

- Do you know what you're doing?

- Declaring war.

That's crazy. You can't upstage

a hard-ass like Van Meter.

He has a weak spot, you know.

Eldon Perry.

Weak don't come to mind

when I think of that redneck.

Perry and his little partner lied through

their teeth for eight hours straight.

Perry killed Robertson. Not his partner.

And I'm going to prove it.

I'm going to get their badges.

Will you help me?

Whatever you want.

I'll need copies of every piece

of paper with Perry's name on it.

Every ratings report, every division log,

payroll, medical, commendations,

everything.

His partner, too.

Arthur, this is some dangerous sh*t.

Sailboats. I don't understand them.

I prefer a big boat with a big motor

on a big lake behind a big dam.

How about you, Arthur,

you a motor guy or a sail guy?

I don't like boats and I don't like you.

Has this department been so bad to you

that you feel driven to humiliate it?

Don't hide behind LAPD blue, Jack.

It's not your color.

Arthur, no one buys your sudden

transformation into

this beacon of higher consciousness

and moral right.

The last thing your ham-fisted

political ploy will get you is four stars.

You should rethink this, very seriously.

Very seriously.

I know how you fight.

I'm ready for you.

We can handle this like gentlemen,

or we can get into some nigga sh*t.

So you go ahead and you do

whatever it is you feel you have to do.

Oh, I plan to, n*gger.

- They didn't get a dime, huh?

- No.

They're crazy. They shoot and run.

They're like dogs. They have no heart.

No, sir, they don't.

Do you have any problems with anybody

in particular in the neighborhood?

Any troublemakers?

No video, huh?

Camera not work.

What's upstairs there? An apartment?

I live there with my daughter.

My wife...

We married 22 years.

Mr. Kim, me and my partner are going

to get the guys that did this.

I want you to give me a call

if there is anything you need.

- We're here to help.

- Thank you.

- Please, excuse.

- It's all right.

What are you doing?

I'm just trying

to get a feel for the scene.

Well, how did it go down, Sherlock?

Well, I don't get it.

I mean, one suspect kills Mrs. Kim

and then hops the counter, right?

Shooter two pops each vic

as they walk in. This is what I don't get.

He then takes the bodies

and he moves them over here,

hiding them from the street.

That must have taken some time.

It must have taken at least a minute.

- Keep going.

- All right.

So, outside they run into Mr. Lewis.

One of them shoots him in the neck.

They get into the car and they're gone.

I don't know. I'm sorry.

That does not make any sense, man.

- It never does, Bobby.

- So what do we do now?

Well, why don't you ask Mr. Kim

for a broom

and bag everything in this gutter

for the lab?

Matter of fact, let's get that gutter too.

Let us jack these motherfuckers right here

and rattle some cages.

What's up, Maniac?

You got your sh*t in the dump?

- Yeah.

Oh, boy, you know I'm trying

to get my paper. That's what it is.

Homies! Up against the wall, boys.

- Oh, sh*t, man.

Come on, spread them. You know the drill.

Let's go. Palms on the bricks. Let's go.

Man, we ain't do nothing.

- Hey, you in the gorilla suit! Turn around.

- Turn around.

- Turn the f*** around, man, turn around.

Man, I say I ain't do nothing!

You really think this bullet gives a sh*t

how tough you are, big guy?

- That's it. You're under arrest. Let's go.

- For what?

Watch your elbow! Don't do that!

All right, hook him up, Bobby. Let's go.

- Yeah. Yeah. Calm the f*** down, man.

- F*** you, man!

- Calm the f*** down!

- Hey, easy.

- Calm the f*** down.

- Hey!

- Calm the f*** down now.

- What the f*** I did?

Why did you shoot my car?

Man, I didn't shoot your... Oh, man!

Motherf***er's crazy.

- What is it, man? F***!

- Get in.

Let's go. Come on now.

Get your head down.

Man, that sh*t stings, man.

I know, man. He's crazy, so just cooperate

with us, all right? What's your name?

Maniac, man. They call me Maniac.

Who the f*** are you? Metro?

Yeah, we're Metro. I'm Detective Smith.

This is my homeboy Detective Jones.

Somebody dropped a dime on you,

big guy.

You robbed a liquor store

and you dumped four good citizens

and now your ass is getting gassed.

How the f*** you going

to run that bullshit at me?

How am I going to run it at you?

How about this?

Man, please! Please!

You're f***ing killing me with that sh*t!

I got to find an alley somewhere.

I'm gonna empty this can up his nose.

- Man, he's f***ing crazy.

- F*** him!

He is f***ing crazy. He'll do it again,

believe me! Tell us what you know.

Man, you talking about Mr. Kim?

He cool-ass people.

He be throwing us out with forties

and sh*t, man.

You know. We keep a eye out for him.

Somebody came in there

blasting the other day on a civilian, man.

- That sh*t ain't cool.

- Speak f***ing English, will you?

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