National Security Page #3

Come on! Go!

Earl?

Man, this slow-ass,

damn Flintstone car, man.

We might as well be

peddling with our damn feet.

- What's wrong with this piece of junk?

- I don't know.

I was gonna take it for

a regular maintenance...

...but for the past six months

I've been in prison!

You should've got more time.

Pushing me into cars and putting

me in satanic chokeholds.

You were resisting arrest! I was

authorized to use any force...

We could go back and

forth on this all night long, man.

Fortunately, there are courts

to handle this matter.

According to the courts...

...you were assaulting and battering

me like a hillbilly on his wife.

Yo, yo, yo!

Oh, sh*t. This is how I'm

gonna conceal the weapon.

Pull over! Pull over!

Get the van!

- You pull over, buddy!

- No, get the van!

- Drop the gun!

- Get the van!

- Drop it!

- Get the v...

Damn!

If I would've gotten out with

a wallet in my hand...

...l'd have bullets all in my ass!

That's some bullshit, man.

Security guard, huh, Hank?

That's a shame.

- Hey, Washington, how you doing?

- Better than you.

- You okay, man?

- You know how it is, my brother.

Just a little shaken up, that's all.

Let me see if I got this figured out.

You get out of prison,

pissed with your life...

...you decide to pay your buddy Earl

a visit. Things got out of hand...

...shots are fired, police respond just

in time to catch Hank trying to get...

...away with you in his car, probably

holding you at gunpoint. Am I correct?

Amazing. You are very, very good.

Wait a second. This is crazy.

I wasn't out for revenge.

Shut the hell up! Just shut the hell up.

I'm tired of your goddamn lies.

I got a restraining order saying you can't

get within 100 feet of this guy.

So I don't really give a damn what

you have to say. All I need from you...

...is your testimony and his ass

goes back to prison. Tomorrow.

Nothing would make me happier than

to see this man go back to prison.

Good.

For the heartache...

...and the trauma.

One time he took the club

and he switched it around...

...with the handle sticking out

and bop, right there.

Can you see that little cut,

right there? Anyway...

What happens is it makes

me start saying incoherent...

You know, I'm liable to spurt that out.

Just incoherent sh*t. B*tch!

I apologize.

My doctor said I'm not getting

proper oxygen up through here.

They said pump it and breathe.

And it's sort of like that sneaker.

It's a weird exercise.

Anyway, nothing would make me

happier than to see him go to prison.

- Wait a second here!

- Get back, b*tch!

- Shut the hell up, Hank, and I mean it!

- You... The violence.

Let me calm myself.

Unfortunately, certain details

of your story are slightly skewed.

What do you mean, skewed?

Hank...

...did not come back for revenge.

- Thank you.

- He came back to apologize.

- What?

- You went there to apologize?

The man's talking to you.

Yep.

- And you were saying?

- I was...

...saying I was sorry.

- For what?

- Beating you.

Yeah, my dog.

That's what I'm talking about, man.

Hank was right in the middle

of this very touching apology...

...when I discovered

that my warehouse was being robbed.

So Hank and I, we banded together

to apprehend these outlaws.

And we would've had them,

had not your boys come along.

Excuse me?

Deputy Droop-a-long.

Man, they stopped the wrong car.

- You better watch your mouth.

- What you gonna do?

Beat the hell out of me?

Probably blame it on a damn spider.

- What you got?

- The updated report.

We got a 4-59 at the warehouse, but

nothing on a van. Coroner has two bodies.

DA says self-defense.

So we kick them loose.

- The C and L warehouse on 18th?

- Yeah.

Not a cop anymore, Hank,

so stop acting like one.

I'm all too happy to find any reason

to lock your ass up. You understand?

Go find McDuff, tell him

I want to see him right away.

Yeah, we also encountered a naked girl

upstairs, handcuffed to a light fixture.

Lola.

Do you think you could hook a brother

up with another restraining order?

Right there, because I recognize them.

Great.

All my stuff should be in here too.

What's up?

Right.

I don't believe this. Where's my bullets?

We don't return live ammunition.

Well, if you're gonna keep the bullets,

just keep the gun.

- All right.

- Give me my gun, man.

Where's my car?

Impound lot. Twenty blocks up,

seven blocks over.

You expect that man to walk...

Y'all got a shuttle bus?

You know what?

You upset my partner.

I should set it off up in this...

But you got your boys.

Hank, you believe his attitude, man?

Man, they probably gonna give you

your car back with no tires.

I like the way you played it

back there.

Yeah, not letting them in on our case.

That was smooth.

- This is our bust, right?

- Get the hell away from me!

Hey, Hank! You know what?

Sooner or later, your hostility is officially

gonna start affecting our work.

Now, look, man.

All you got to do is kind of...

What is you running for?

I'm trying to talk to you.

Look! I am trying to remain calm...

...because if I hit you,

I will never see the light of day.

Which right now seems

almost worth it. So don't push it!

- You threatening me?

- Yeah! Yeah, I'm threatening you!

Well, bring it on.

Bring it on, Hank.

I could have went pro.

I drop bombs on them,

drop bombs on them.

- What? Here, slip, move, slide, duck.

- Can't redial without a signal.

Oh, bang them out of there.

Hey, where you going, man?

- Shut up!

- Big Red Truck and Trailer.

Truck and trailer. Yeah, look,

you guys got a call...

...yesterday, I think, regarding

a white van that you rented out.

We only rent big rigs.

Yeah, well, maybe you can help out.

I'm trying to find a couple of my buddies.

I think they rented a truck

from you yesterday.

- What name is it under?

- No, I don't know their names.

- Listen, pal, we get a lot of people here.

- No...

- You listen.

- Give me the phone.

- Where are you located?

- Downtown, on Normandie.

South Central? These were white folks.

They just left.

They bought extra insurance for Baja.

- Heading to Mexico?

- I guess.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

The way I see it,

they got a 20-minute head start.

They're probably heading down the 405.

What are you doing?

Stop the car! National Security!

Stop the damn car!

National Security,

I'm commandeering this vehicle.

- What did I do?

- Oh, student driver, huh?

Well, lesson 12:
Man with gun,

get your ass up out the car.

- Go!

- Okay, okay, don't shoot.

And do your homework!

What the problem is?

Hey, man, do I got to solve

this crime by myself?

Unbelievable.

Big, red truck.

It's gonna be easy to find.

It's probably gonna say "Big Red"

all along the side of the truck...

...in big, red letters.

Hey, Hank, you know that file

back at Washington's office?

Well, I used my acute peripheral vision

to get a upside-down read.

- Wanna know what I saw?

- What?

On one of them papers

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