National Security Page #2

Oh, snap, that is you.

- What's up, man?

- What happened to your face?

I was attacked by one of your officers.

What do you think?

I mean, what happened to the

swelling and bruises?

Oh, that. That ain't nothing

but allergies. Bee stings.

Come again?

Y'all mind if I have a seat? Cool.

Y'all gonna ask a brother questions,

don't even offer me a seat.

What's happening?

All right.

While I was being slammed into the car,

having billy clubs jammed in my neck...

...that psychotic storm trooper

y'all call a cop...

...also allowed this big-ass bumblebee

to nearly sting me to death.

You know what? I'm not even sure

that bee wasn't one of his own.

Like some anti-Africanized attack

bee, trained to hate black people.

That's the sort of thing y'all gonna

uncover in your investigation...

...so I ain't tripping.

- Would you excuse us for a moment?

- Do your thing, man.

Thank you.

We can't put this guy on the stand.

- He's unstable. Not to mention that he...

- Yo.

Who's the Planet-of-the Apes-looking

lady in the dress?

That's my father.

Handsome man.

I don't believe this.

I'm calling this off. This is crazy...

Like it or not, Rafferty violated his rights.

People won't look the other way.

We can't go through this again.

Drop the prosecution and I guarantee

you got a riot on your hands.

Earl, do you work?

Do you have a steady job?

Yes, I work. I work in security, man.

- Ah.

- Until I get back in the academy.

- I see.

- You know what?

- Y'all need to investigate them...

- Mr. Montgomery...

...all allergies aside,

did Officer Rafferty assault you or not?

How many times I gotta say it?

All right. Let's get down to business.

Superior Court is now in session.

Please be seated.

The state of California

versus Henry Rafferty.

Case CV-34259.

Honorable Marsha Gailey presiding.

At this time the bee appeared.

Right here. There it is. It's coming in.

You can't...

You can't really see

it on the tape, but it's there.

Okay.

I'm swatting it with my stick.

There I am, stomping on it,

with the heel of my boot.

Kept missing it.

It's not a good angle.

Are you claiming there was no

bumblebee at the time of the incident?

No, I'm not.

- There was a bumblebee present, man.

- Oh, good.

And there were birds chirping.

There were dogs barking.

For all I know there was a chipmunk

in the bushes, humping a turtle.

You gotta be careful with them

chipmunks. They'll hump anything.

This is no laughing matter,

Mr. Montgomery.

Look, man, I came here for justice.

Okay, that man right there?

That man harassed and choked me.

He used excessive violence...

...way before there was or

was not a bumblebee, sir.

I know the score.

It's not the first time I been

pulled over for DWB.

- DWB?

- Driving While Black.

- Move to strike!

- Kiss my ass.

Will the defendant please rise?

The jury has found you

guilty as charged.

You are hereby sentenced to serve

six months in a state penitentiary.

Murphy. Okay, move along.

Keep it moving.

You must be that white cop, huh?

Beat up the black guy.

- What makes you say that?

- Them.

Oh, man.

Hey, se.

Save your strength.

You're gonna need it.

- You look cute, baby.

- Get going.

Look, don't mess with me or I'll

throw your ass in solitary.

All right, let's go.

You're out of the hole.

- Hey, how long have I been in here?

- Three months.

Congratulations.

You are the graduating class

of this third week of August.

Many people don't make it through

both days of intense training.

You are the elite.

Wherever you go, you'll be

part of this special fraternity.

You're equipped with everything

you'll need to do your job:

Flashlight.

Pepper spray.

And if things get really nasty...

...a coin holster full of quarters,

so you can call the police.

Congratulations.

What do you mean, you got nothing?

You had a crime scene,

physical evidence.

- I gave you a goddamn tattoo.

- Which was a ghost.

- We couldn't find it in the database.

- Look, these things take time, Hank.

- Oh, please...

- Holy cow, check it out. Hank Rafferty...

...a security guard.

Nobody throw gum on the ground,

okay? We'd get, like, a warning.

District 21 units, additional

on the ADW in progress.

Suspect, male white,

blue jacket, brown pants.

Male black, green shirt, brown pants.

Fled eastbound on foot.

Excuse me. You ever see that?

Four-59. Silent alarm, A and L

Beverages, 18th and Main.

Cancel that. Must have

been a power glitch.

Gotcha.

Where's security?

Freeze!

What are you doing?

The lights went out,

and I couldn't find a switch.

So I was filing in the dark.

That's why I called you here.

Lola...

...filing in the dark is a serious offense.

You're in a lot of trouble.

Get up against that wall.

What are you gonna do to me?

Search you. Make sure you

ain't carrying any concealed weapons.

You finding anything?

- Is this a thong?

- What?

Is this a thong?!

Are you gonna strip-search me?

No.

I'm gonna put on some music.

You gonna strip-search yourself.

Whoa, whoa, slow it up for me.

Nice and easy. Yeah.

Can't get enough of your love, babe!

Yo, pass those two.

- Get the motherboard.

- Check those boxes, man.

Got it. Load them up.

Get them out of here.

We have to check the load.

- Yeah, Earl.

- No. Don't call me Earl. Call me "officer."

- Oh, okay.

- Yeah, yeah.

Are you gonna give it to

me now, officer?

Hell, yeah.

I'm gonna incarcerate you.

You know my style. I like it wild.

- All right, pass that over.

- No, I got it.

Freeze!

Hands up!

What was that?

I said, freeze!

You, behind there!

Wait here. Might get

a little dangerous.

You really playing this thing

out, aren't you, baby?

Talk to me about a hit six

months ago, Centurion Storage!

Talk to me about a hit six

months ago, Centurion Storage!

- Go to hell.

- We wondered where security was.

Drop the weapon.

You should have run when

you had the chance.

Now you got no chance.

Over there! There he is! Get him!

Somebody shoot them!

- Thanks.

- No sweat.

- What are you doing here?

- I work here! What are you doing here?

I spent six months in prison

because of you!

Six months? That's all they

gave you, six months?

Damn it, Earl! This

ain't turning me on!

- What the hell is that?

- Earl Junior.

Likes to hang out with Daddy.

Precious, ain't it?

Get the goods! Load them up!

- Cover me!

- Hey, man, you ain't my boss.

We work for the same company.

Since I got seniority, you cover me.

- Okay, I cover you.

- Go!

No! My car!

No, not my car!

Somebody shoot that monkey!

What did you call me?

Let's go, now!

Get them in here!

Go, go, go!

- Get out of my car!

- Because I'm a black man?

This has nothing to do

with you. It's personal!

Damn right it's personal. White boy

back there called me "monkey." Drive!

- Get out, now!

- Look, man.

I been waiting my whole life

for sh*t like this to go down.

If you're gonna shoot me, shoot me.

That's the only way I'm getting out.

They getting away, man!

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