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It's a good dude, bro.

So we gonna handle this. You heard me?

Shut the f*** up.

I want to know who did this.

You help me bring these guys down?

I'll bust a doper, give you his sh*t.

All I know, it was two loc'ed out

motherfuckers that ain't from around here.

Somebody's gonna get drunk and

get to bragging about it. You know what?

"We went up against Mr. Kim

and did his wife."

Why? Why is somebody gonna do that?

Because he a player, wardie.

I mean he got game.

Game? Mr. Kim? What's he play? Golf?

Speak f***ing English!

Man, word on the street,

he got strip clubs, ladies and stuff like that.

Selling that flat-ass booty.

You're telling me f***ing

bedtime stories, Maniac.

Check it out, then, cop!

All right, hold still now, because this

hurts less without a broken f***ing nose.

F*** you! I told you

Kim is a straight-up gangster, man.

He a pimp like that.

I hope you're not f***ing with me,

Maniac.

Hey, Ed, it's Detective Smith. Yeah.

Do a make for me?

Hyun Henry Kim. D.O.B. 10-15-41.

Yeah. Thanks, Ed.

Kim's in the gang book.

Suspicion of loan-sharking and pandering.

He's got a club on Olympic,

just like you said.

Unhook him.

Hey. Where are you going?

- I gave you what you wanted, right?

- What do you want?

- I want a goddamn cheeseburger.

- Tommy's or Fatburger?

Fatburger. Double King with cheese.

Sounds good. Let's go. Come on. Get in.

He tripping, huh?

I'm getting in the front seat this time.

So, you little sneak. You're smitten

with this broad with no last name

and you're dumping stenographers.

But I don't know anything about her?

Yeah. Well, sometimes

you're pretty clueless.

You're going to make

a good pogue someday.

How about setting us up

with a fifth of Scotch over here?

I admit it, Bobby,

I get played every now and then,

but that's because I'm trusting.

I like giving people

the benefit of the doubt.

It is just that when my trust is abused,

you know,

it drives me out of my f***ing mind.

I mean, not as much as she's driving me

out of my mind.

Well, she's black, Eldon.

- That is why I don't talk about her.

- Yo, you be dating a sister!

I didn't know you were

an ebony-and-ivory man.

Hey, I don't want hear a bunch

of black jokes. Hey, no. I really don't.

Amigo.

You think I care about

the size, shape, color or political party

of some sweet thing

you're rolling around with?

And by the way, while

you're thinking about p*ssy,

I'm talking about Henry Kim.

I bought his "struggling immigrant

in South Central" tap dance.

He's a gangster.

All right, you think it was

a hit on his wife?

No, it wasn't a hit. He would have been

in and out, a couple of vics.

- These guys lingered.

- Went back to rob them.

I'll bet this place moves five or six

G's worth of p*ssy weekdays

and double that on weekends.

That's a lot of cash, Bobby.

- Come on, Bobby, let's go fishing.

- Okay.

What do you want?

Well, a half a f***ing hour ago,

I wanted this drink.

Now I want to f*** that girl.

Sorry, she can't do that.

Well, find me one that can, slick.

You got eight girls in here.

You gonna tell me

you're not pimping them?

I'm not going to talk to you. You're LAPD.

You beat Rodney King.

I did not kick Rodney King's ass

but I am going to have some serious fun

kicking your ass.

Did you take Kim's money?

Is that what you did?

You son of a b*tch! Talk to me!

You put on a ski mask, go in there,

and take his damn money?

- Get the f*** back inside!

- You go in there with a ski mask

- and kill his wife?

- Get the f*** back inside now.

- Did you kill his f***ing wife?

- No! Look, I didn't do that!

I didn't do that. Look...

Get the f*** out of here, now!

- I work for Kim.

- Now! Move! Now!

- I work for him a long time.

His family is like my family! Okay?

- I didn't steal!

- I heard they got 200 grand.

No, no, no. They took a safe.

But it only has 150.

Anybody show up for work

late this morning?

Anybody in your little

sewing circle blow town?

Hey! Give me a f***ing name!

Du Ku! Okay, look, he's not at home.

I don't know where he is.

This guy doesn't own one f***ing chair?

There's nothing in there.

Holy f***.

Oh, man.

I guess that's what they mean

by chilling out, huh?

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, man, they tortured this guy.

- He sang, man.

- He hit high f***ing C, Bobby.

All right, our bad guys have turned on

to Henry Kim's business somehow.

Yeah.

Stashed the bag man here

and tortured him to find out

- where the money was hidden, right?

- Yeah.

They go in. They kill four people.

They come out, they wing a fifth.

They torch the getaway car, and

they take off in a second set of wheels.

This thing is coming together, Bobby.

Let us call this in

- and take another shot at Kim San.

- Yeah, good.

- Good morning, Matt.

- Good morning, Sergeant.

Hey, the verdict might be today.

I bet they're gonna get off.

That's my opinion. What about you?

Jesus, you talk about everything else,

from dog racing to foreign policy.

How come you never talk

about the King thing?

Well, Bobby, I avoid the subject,

because it pains me

to see real criminals free

while four of my brothers

eat political sh*t

because the pogues outlawed

the choke hold.

You know, when they got rid

of the chokehold,

it left us with a stun gun and a baton.

The chokehold saved lives.

But nobody ever got elected saying that.

Ah, hell, they don't give those guys

enough cars, radios, equipment

or live bodies to man the watches.

And then they take away

the tactics that work,

and they indict them

for using the approved tactics that don't.

Bobby, this is simple.

Either four good cops are going down

because they followed

the department manual,

or they get off, and we are all back

in the summer of '65, baby.

I don't know about that.

You really think so?

If they get off, this city burns.

Perry.

I got it.

- What?

- Let's go. Lewis is conscious.

Thruway bags for these, huh?

- How is he doing?

- Well, actually, in the last couple of hours

- he has been moving around a little bit.

- Good.

Mr. Lewis. Hey, how you doing?

I'm Detective Keough.

This is Detective Perry.

Sir, we would like to ask you

a couple of questions.

Oh, he's whacked out on painkillers.

He can't speak.

His larynx has been removed.

The bullet shattered it.

Sir, can you write?

Mr. Lewis, do you think you could identify

the race of the attackers?

One was white and one was black.

- Hey, Jack.

- Hi, guys.

Brief on Jack O' Hearts.

I've been getting calls all day.

I say "My two best guys are on it,

giving 200 percent."

Tell me you've got the suspects

in the trunk.

My trunk is full of nothing

but a spare tire and dirty underwear.

You got to have some breaks.

Interviewed the K

who owns the crime scene,

who I sniffed out instantly

as a lesser light of the underworld.

It turns out he's got strip clubs.

He's pandering.

He is a cash-and-carry businessman.

And he had a safe with a buck-fifty in it.

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