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Come on! Get out of the street!

- Sh*t.

Come on now!

Arrest us!

Son of a b*tch!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Wait! Wait! Wait!

Yo! I'm cool! I'm cool!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

F*** 'em!

B*tch-ass nigga!

- F*** y'all!

God damn!

Oh, f***!

Sh*t! F***!

Hey! Hey! F***!

F*** you, Sidwell.

Get in.

Cuff yourself. Get them on. Put them on!

Daryl, I am going to kill you just as

soon as I think you're lying to me.

You understand that?

You see in there? Take a look in there,

motherf***er. You see that?

Come on, man. Lie to me. Lie to me now.

Van Meter

tell you to hit Jack O' Hearts?

Yeah, man, yeah.

- You been hitting safes for him?

- Damn right.

Made that nigga a gang of money, too.

I bought that nigga a house!

Shut up and listen to me.

Van Meter tell you to ambush me?

He tell you to ambush me?

Hmm?

A simple f***ing task,

you couldn't get it right.

- You dumb-asses wasted my partner.

- Your partner?

This whole city

is about to burn the f*** down.

And I want to thank my wife and children

for staying with me through

the 16 years in Metro.

My years with this department...

Sir, there are structure fires,

major 415s

and code-three traffic

all over South Bureau.

Captain Lennox wants

permission to deploy.

You tell Lennox to get off your ass.

Now, you know I can't do anything

till you get the Chief on the phone.

The Chief's at a fund-raising luncheon

in Brentwood

with specific orders not to be disturbed.

Frank, get the Chief on the phone.

Thank you. Thank you.

Apparently Eldon Perry,

our final officer to be promoted,

was unable to attend this afternoon.

Whoa!

Nobody moves till I get my bars.

Thanks, Sal.

I thought he should be here for this.

Congratulations, Dad.

I'm sorry.

Eldon Perry.

Here's a cop when you need one!

This is to certify that by the authority...

Forget the formalities,

this is what I came for. Thanks a lot.

Well, Jack Van Meter

asked me to say a few words today,

so I guess I'll say a few words.

You know, law enforcement

has taken a lot of dings lately

and I'd like to congratulate our four

fellow officers on their acquittal today.

It is a hell of a job we got, isn't it?

I mean, a cop is the last person

a civilian wants to see

until some shitbag

shoves a gun in his face.

And then

we can't get there fast enough, right?

You know, law enforcement...

It's been my family's business

since Los Angeles was a frontier township.

I mean, I can actually remember

sitting on my granddaddy's lap

and listening to stories

about chasing horse thieves

and rustlers

into the Santa Monica Mountains

and then coming back with a bad guy

tied to the ass end of his Appaloosa.

And then just

when my dad got into the business

there was black-and-whites, traffic signals.

But the job hadn't changed.

My dad preyed on the predators

that preyed on this city.

Now, there was never any doubt

what I was going to be.

I mean, I was a Police Explorer

by the age of nine.

I guess I was a teenager

when the Watts Riots came around.

Anyway, I can remember going out

with my dad on the second night.

There was this Woolworths

that was burning,

and I remember that there were

these looters running in and out.

And every time they would run out,

my dad would take a pot shot at them

with this deer rifle

he'd brought from home.

Anyway, he gave it to me,

and this looter ran out.

And I winged him in the arm.

And he ran back inside.

And that's when the roof collapsed.

The whole goddamn building caved in.

I don't know. I guess they all burned up.

Nobody got out.

Tell Jimmy to get him down from there.

He's drunk.

My dad...

Jack says he's drunk again.

He wants him off the stage.

I will take care of it, Frank. Leave it alone.

That is Eldon Perry III,

right there next to his mom.

He'll never be a cop. He hates cops.

I love him.

I thank God that I was just too busy

to pass on to him

what my granddaddy

passed on to my daddy,

and my daddy passed on to me.

I was raised up to be a gunfighter

by a family of gunfighters.

And I got to tell you,

I made a career out of

going after the worst,

most dangerous, parasitic

sons of b*tches to walk this planet.

And I was happier than the devil in hell

because I'd fabricate evidence

if I wanted to bring some a**hole in,

or I'd lie on reports.

I'd lie to investigators,

and I'd sure as hell

stretch the truth in court.

And if anybody messed with us,

we just muscled them. Right, Jack?

Or blackmailed them.

I mean, what the hell?

Everybody's got a secret.

It's a tough job,

but I was a good soldier. Yeah.

Just taking orders from

my commanding officer, Jack Van Meter.

Whenever Jack said,

"Eldon, do what you do,"

you know, I carved "case cleared" on

a casket with my deer-skinning knife.

Because I figured, what the hell,

Jack's God.

And you know, sometimes, Jack,

I got to say you work like God.

You work in some mysterious ways, man.

Thanks a lot, Eldon. Thank you.

It was Van Meter that ordered me...

It was Van Meter that ordered me

to pin the Jack O' Hearts homicides

on a couple of ex-cons that didn't really

have anything to do with it.

And he ordered me

to set them up for the kill, too.

So acting on some information from me,

SWAT took one down during a raid.

But I made my partner

kill the other one in cold blood.

You got to be heartless in my line of work.

And my partner, Bobby Keough...

He had a good one, and it cost him.

Yeah, the real Jack O' Hearts killers

turned out to be

a couple of snitches of Van Meter's.

And Bobby tried to do the right thing

and, you know, arrest them.

But he didn't make it. They cut him in half.

He is laying dead on a concrete slab

somewhere in South Central right now,

'cause he walked into an ambush

that Van Meter set up for me.

Isn't that right, Jack?

Eldon, it's gonna be okay.

Those of us here who love you

want you to get down from there

before you embarrass yourself any further.

To those members of the press

who are gathered here,

I would ask you to consider

only that this fine man,

a great LAPD cop, has demons

that sometimes get the better of him.

Discretion, please.

I'm slow, Jack. But I get there.

I just couldn't figure out

why in the hell you would throw me over

for a couple of crackheads,

until I talked to Orchard and he told me

that the safes they'd been hitting

were for you.

It's simple. It's just about money.

So I brought Orchard back in as a witness.

Yeah. He's right back there

in the custody of Robbery-Homicide.

He had quite a lot to say, Jack,

but not as much as me.

That man is a well-known crack addict,

a heroin-user,

a bottom-feeding, petty thug

with a police record 14 feet long.

Eldon, you are an alcoholic!

We have all tried to help you.

But there comes a time, I guess,

when support becomes enablement.

And we are well past that point.

Now get the hell down from there.

While you're grandstanding here,

the city is starting to burn.

Jimmy, for Christ's sake!

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