National Security Page #5

Oh, yeah.

She's black.

You never told me she was black.

Did I or did I not assault you?

Oh, he beat the hell out of me, ma'am.

- What?

- I'm not gonna lie to the sister.

No, you're... You son of a b*tch!

I'm not gonna take this!

Hey! Get your hands off him.

Stop it. Get out.

- Get out!

- Get out! Just get out!

- Henry, get out!

- You too. Get out! Get!

- But...

- Get!

I think the violence

might kick off out there.

Get out.

Listen, man. Wait.

Why you all salty at me, man?

Look, Hank, kill that noise, man.

Listen, it's not my fault. Okay?

- You told me she was white.

- I did not.

Well, you didn't tell me she was black.

- What difference does it make?

- A big difference.

Look, if I had lied and told her

that you didn't beat me up...

...l'd be condoning

interracial relationships.

Which is something

I do not condone.

Okay, that's it. If you're not out of

my face in three seconds...

Now, you don't wanna be

threatening your partner.

I am not your partner!

I had a partner!

I would have taken a bullet for him!

You, I'm having a hard time

not shooting!

All right, hold on! Now, that's it.

Now I'm upset.

If you leave, I'm gonna put

your ass under citizen's arrest.

Okay? And you and I both

know you are in direct violation...

...of a legal, binding restraining order.

- You have something in your teeth.

- Where? Here, or here?

Now you can tell people I hit you.

- Hi.

- Hi, '78 Plymouth Volare, tan.

- Can I have your driver's license?

- Yep.

Are you kidding me?

I got something in my teeth?

I'll tell you what it was, Hank.

Trust. And now it's gone.

Earl, what do I have to do?

I just came to get Earl Jr.

I don't go nowhere without my baby.

So why don't you get your jalopy,

and we go our separate ways.

That's my car right over there.

Could I have the keys?

We're just trying to locate

your paperwork, sir.

Lookie, lookie, lookie.

What do we have here?

How you doing, Miss Dolly?

- Fine.

- Oh, yes, you are.

You got a pair of handcuffs

I can borrow?

- You hitting on her?

- Yeah.

What was all that crap

about interracial couples?

I am firmly and belligerently

against any interracial coupling...

...when the man is white.

Darling...

...can I interest you

in a stick of gum?

You know, they say five out of five

dentists recommend this sh*t.

Thanks.

Get your stuff out of my car

and get the hell out of here!

Miss Darling, what do I have to do

to get my car out of here?!

Would you please just be patient?

Patient.

- Freeze!

- On the ground, now!

Goddamn it. God.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I gave up!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

No, don't give up. Get in.

- Hank, freeze!

- Get in the back.

- Know what I'm doing?

- Stealing a police car.

I'm saving your ass yet again

despite the fact that you struck me...

...yet again.

- Okay. Sorry. Thank you.

God!

- Apology accepted.

- Okay, we're even. Go, go, go!

- Don't hit me no damn more.

- Go, go, go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Car!

Forklift. Forklift, my side.

Forklift!

I got it!

Yep...

...you got it.

- Watch out!

Watch out!

Dead end! Dead end, dead end!

- Hey!

- I see it.

Come to think of it,

you hit me and I didn't kill you?

I'm letting you live, saving your ass.

- Oh, I'm going straight to heaven.

- Fence!

Chill, Hank. I'm blessed.

What'd you do this time, Hank?

I don't know. I'll find out.

For a cop, you sure get in

a hell of a lot of trouble.

Yeah, yeah.

Turn here. Turn, turn, turn!

Hey, chopper. Turn here, turn here!

Turn!

Always loved the car wash, man.

White, foamy water over you.

Brushes waving in the breeze.

When you a kid in the ghetto,

that's like going to Hawaii.

- They got an APB out on both of us.

- Both of us? What the hell did I do?

We're wanted for the shootout

on the Vincent Thomas Bridge.

- Yeah, well, that's fair.

- No, it doesn't make any sense.

How'd the cops know

we were on the bridge?

Only the guys in the truck could ID us,

and they wouldn't call it in.

Maybe someone on the inside

put out a APB to locate us.

Now we're talking about dirty cops.

- What you doing?

- Running the numbers on the van.

No, plates are phony. Damn it!

- Check the VIN.

- What?

- I thought they were all scratched off.

- Not underneath.

I pulled it when I was wiring the van.

- All units, 5-0-3, stolen police vehicle.

- Bingo. Address. Okay.

- Car wash at Venice and Crenshaw.

- They tracked us.

Let's ditch the car!

- We need a car.

- Yeah, yeah.

Hey, hey! Hey, hey!

Hey, could you pull over here?

- God!

- Use the badge.

- What?

- Use the badge.

Stop! National Security!

- I'm commandeering this car!

- Let's see the badge.

- Just step out of the car, ma'am.

- Don't you raise your voice at me.

Get out of the damn car!

Didn't your mama

teach you any manners?

At least you could ask me nicely.

You call this commandeering a car?

- You wanna shut the hell up?

- Don't be using that language in my car.

Sorry.

Now, I got no problem

giving you boys a ride.

But I don't take kindly to being told

to get out of my car.

No, sir. I surely do not.

Warrant.

A warrant.

They must've had a warrant

to raid the warehouse.

The dirty cop had to have access to it

to send his boys in first.

Same thing must've happened

at the storage place.

- So who's the leak?

- I don't know.

APB's go through watch commander.

Washington?

Ain't that how it always is?

- What?

- You have nothing to go on...

...and already

you blaming the black man.

- I'm just throwing names out.

- I'll tell you how to find a dirty cop.

Pick up the phone

and call the police station.

Don't really matter who answers.

What you gonna say?

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

- Okay, you boys behave now.

- No question.

- Take care.

- Should I have gotten her number?

- Definitely. She's very nice.

- I thought so too.

Is this the place?

Stay cool.

Can you pick this?

What? "Just because I'm

a black man... What?"

You were doing good.

But why you said like this:

All black people don't do that.

Look, man. Just let it flow...

Can you pick the lock or not?

- Not without my tools.

- Hey, hey. Come on.

This is great. A real stakeout.

My whole life, man,

I wanted to be a cop.

Ever since I was a kid,

watching Quincy on TV.

Quincy was a medical examiner.

Oh. I guess in the projects

we didn't get real good reception.

Hey, man. This is boring.

How long we been here?

- Coming up on 12 minutes.

- Where the hell are these people?

Earl, this is a stakeout.

We could be sitting here for hours.

No wonder cops are so fat.

Shoot.

Hey, whatever happened to Charlie?

If you don't mind, I'd just...

I'd rather not talk about it.

You sure?

Yeah.

You know, they shot him

right in front of me, man.

I couldn't do a damn thing about it.

I'm sorry to hear that, man.

Who did it?

The guys we're looking for.

So that's why this is personal.

Let me get this straight.

Your partner got killed...

...you lost your job, you got thrown

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