Deep Cover

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So gather around

as I run it down...

and unravel my pedigree.

My father...

was a junkie.

Don't you never do this sh*t,

you hear me?

this is bad sh*t.

Yeah, OK.

Don't you never be like me,

all right?

Don't do it.

What you want for Christmas?

l don't know.

You don't know?

Boy, you better know

what you want.

Else, how do you expect

to get what you want...

lf you don't know what you want?

-I'll be right back.

-Daddy, don't go!

No, man, don't.

Come on, I'm sorry, boy.

You know

you're my main little n*gger.

You go--you go...

Get out of here, man.

give to the poor.

Let's go, come on.

Hey!

Merry God damn Christmas, kid!

You been a good boy, huh?

Murderer!

Don't teach my boy

that fairy tale elf sh*t!

did you see?

I'm sorry.

The money.

My father,

when I saw him die like that--

saw him find his grave

in the snow--

l only had one thought.

lt wasn't going to happen to me.

Tell me,

do you know the difference...

between a black man

and a n*gger?

Most n*ggers don't.

Next, please.

Good morning. Have a seat.

So tell me, Officer Winston...

what's the difference...

between a black man

and a n*gger?

Who the f*** do you think

you're talking to?

Right. Thanks for coming in.

So, Officer Stevens...

tell me, do you know

the difference...

between a black man

and a n*gger?

The n*gger's the one that wouldn't

even answer that question.

Most undercover cops

don't know what they're doing...

because it's a day gig.

I'm looking for somebody

who wlll go under...

and stay under--

six months, a year, five years.

What does he have to do?

Buy drugs, sell drugs...

set up the people

that I want to bust.

No. He's a snitch.

He's a drug dealer.

He's a criminal, he's a scumbag.

But most importantly...

he's a scumbag

for the right side.

You'll be on loan to the DEA...

and you'll report

directly to me.

l've stayed away from this

kind of stuff all my life...

drugs and stuff.

l've never even had a drink.

l never have, and I never will.

Because your father was

killed robbing a liquor store...

when you were ten years old?

I'm God. I know everything.

Why did you join the force?

Because I wanted to be

of some use...

to make a difference somehow.

Have you ever seen

your psychological profile?

You score almost exactly

like a criminal.

Look at this.

''Resents authority.

''Rigid moral code...

''but with no underlying

system of values.

''lnsufficiently developed

sense of self.''

Look at all the rage...

look at all

the repressed violence.

I'm telling you, undercover...

all your faults

will become virtues.

You'll be a star there, John.

You'll do a lot more good

there than in uniform.

You will be of use.

You will make a difference.

Those guys...

after work, they went home

to their wife and kids.

Then one day on the street,

they forgot where they were...

and now they're dead.

But you'll never go home...

so you won't forget.

Because there's only one rule

in this game, John--

don't blow your cover.

l didn't want the assignment.

l sat there

the whole interview...

thinking that if I took it...

lt would be the biggest mistake

of my life.

And I was right.

I'm looking for a room.

So you see?

That's what's wrong--

there's just

no imagination these days.

Hey, bessino!

That's Belinda Chacon...

and if you want my opinion...

you'll stay away

from that b*tch.

lf you want to get anywhere

in drug enforcement...

don't bother

with street dealers.

You take one of them out...

there's ten more

to take their place.

Go after the big guys...

try to knock out

the big networks.

Felix Barbosa.

He's like

a middle-level executive.

He supplies the guys

who supply the guys...

who supply the street.

He gets his stuff

from the importer...

Anton Gallegos.

Gallegos is the number one

importer in the West Coast.

Forty percent of all the drugs

in Los Angeles...

go directly through this guy.

Very cute.

He's able to do this

largely because his uncle...

Hector Guzman...

ls an influential

Latin-American politician...

a self-promoting

duplicitous greaseball...

according to our friends

at the State Department.

He helps Gallegos get

the product into the country.

Are we going after him?

Uh, well...

no, not directly. He's too big.

But if we can nail the nephew...

maybe it'll smear the uncle,

hurt him back home politically.

That would be very good

for you and me.

That would get us friends

in high places.

But we want the uncle.

We want Guzman.

John, listen.

will you stay with me?

One step at a time.

You go for Barbosa...

and then Gallegos...

nice and orderly.

The beauty of that

is it protects your ass.

Hollywood...

The great thing

about life on the street...

is you know

how it's going to be.

lt's always the same.

lt's always getting worse.

Eddie, in his red caddy

and his nice clothes...

that his mama

must have bought him...

he supplied the street dealers.

He was a crazy, good-natured,

desperate a**hole...

with a life expectancy

of about a half an hour.

But people sald he got his dope

by way of Felix Barbosa...

so I had to get to him

and through him...

while he was still around.

Yo, baby boy.

What the f*** I tell you

about being around here?

They told me I had to.

No, that's sad, sad,

but too f***ing late.

Hasta la vista...

motherf***er!

That's cold sh*t, man.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

He done done, ain't he?

F*** it.

So this young lady

is on trial for prostitution.

The judge says,

''You're very attractive.

''You look like

you might have indian heritage.

''Are you a Navaho?''

She said, ''No, your honor.

''I'm a Chicago ho.''

Would you get us some beers,

Eddie?

All right.

''I'm a Chicago ho.''

l hung around

the obvious places for awhile...

then one day Eddie walked up

to me and started talking...

just like I knew he would.

l will have two beers...

and a white wine

for the tremendous behind.

How you doing, brother?

Remember?

Yes, I remember.

l once knew

a brother named John...

who loved to dance

when he got it on.

He made the p*ssy

do the watusi...

and she said, ''Ooh, God damn,

this rhythm is strong.''

Stay black.

What's that n*gger

talking about, ''Stay black''?

He should stay off that crack.

Eddie?

He's a space case.

l don't know. He, uh...

buys from this man...

David Jason...

who, uh...

apparently is supplied

by the Latins.

Good.

l saw this kid...

killed the other day.

he couldn't have been more

than 12, 13 years old.

Shot him in the back.

l want you to buy from Jason

and then get to the Latins.

You don't want to rush

this thing.

Rush it, please.

What do you need?

I'm looking for Eddie.

lt's OK.

Tell him to get that door.

What's up, man?

What brings you to my office?

Just say no.

l need a bird, man.

You want to straighten up

and fly right.

Stratosphere, baby.

What the f*** you doing?

Sh*t, stop slurping.

this ain't no 7-11.

b*tch, you f***ing up!

I'll send your ass

back to Reseda.

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