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in jail, your girlfriend walked...

...and now you're a security guard

making 182 dollars a week?

Know what you are, Hank?

You're a black man.

Now, though, you gotta

think about it though, right?

Glad to see you laugh, man.

- Now how long have we been here?

- Oh, come on.

- Coming up on 13 minutes.

- I got to get something to eat, man.

Earl.

Hey, Earl.

What are you doing?

No! Earl!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Earl, hey. Earl.

We're always early. He's always late.

Damn it!

Call me back. They were spotted

at the police impound yard.

Get down and get the goods.

Pain in the ass!

Are you okay?

Hell, no, I ain't okay, man.

I been shot!

Sh*t.

- It's him!

- How do you know?

Tattoo!

Son of a b*tch!

Partner.

Go get him.

- Hank.

- Yeah?

You get him?

No.

- Come on.

- I ain't gonna make it, Hank.

I'm cold, man. I'm cold all over.

I'm starting to see white light.

Damn. Even the light is white.

Come on. You got hit

in the leg, Sally. Let's go!

- Don't bounce. Don't bounce!

- You gotta help me a little.

- You're bouncing!

- Your other leg.

Denise! Denise! It's Hank. Hank.

- I thought I told you. It's over.

- I been shot!

You shot him now?

- No.

- What happened?

You gotta trust us. We didn't

do anything wrong or illegal.

Then take him to a hospital.

No, no! We can't, 'cause

the cops are looking for us.

- What?

- It's complicated!

Look, Denise, I understand

you're a nurse.

I'm bleeding out here.

Y'all can bicker later. Come on.

- Please, please.

- Let me come in?

- All right.

- Yeah, go.

- Hey.

- Sorry.

- Take off your pants.

- Huh?

Take off your pants.

Earl? You're not wearing

any underwear.

I don't like to wear drawers, okay?

Makes me feel constricted.

So does dying. Now, hurry up,

Hank! Come on!

- I'll get you a towel.

- Better make it a beach towel.

- It's not that big.

- It ain't small.

Thank you, Denise.

That was very sweet of you.

All right, I'm gonna need you

to keep pressure on the wound.

Right. Okay, bend over the chair

and hike up the towel.

- What? I'm not like that, man!

- Do it!

Oh, oh. Well, just say that, Hank.

I thought you was trying

to get a free ass shot.

Come on, Denise.

Now, tell me the truth.

Earl, there's no bullet in you.

It went through the bone,

out the other side?

It barely touched you. It's a scratch.

- Denise, am I gonna need stitches?

- Yes.

I knew it.

- Well, just...

- Oh! Whoa. You know what?

- What?

- I'll let it heal naturally.

- Oh...

- Yeah, yeah, that's right.

Oh, no!

- It's a bee...

- Calm down!

- A bumblebee! No!

- Don't move. Don't move!

Death from above! No! Swish it out.

Death from above, man.

- Is it safe?

- Not for you it ain't!

I can't believe your girl

can go off like that.

- She hits harder than you do.

- Yeah, this is it.

Marina Yacht Club.

This is where the call came from.

How we gonna get in?

- Split up.

- Excuse me, I want the big fat one.

Oh, that looks interesting. What is it?

I don't know, but it smells like ass.

You recognize anyone?

Man, it's so damn white in here,

my pupils haven't adjusted yet.

Hey. Hey, look.

- That's him.

- Son of a b*tch.

What do you know?

It's the white guy.

A sad day in Caucasian history.

- Where the hell the two of you been?

- Jimmy Buffet's in town. Come on.

You got five minutes. It better be good.

- Can I get a chip?

- No.

You've got a leak

and we know who it is.

- Now can I get a chip?

- No.

It's McDuff.

- I assume you have some proof.

- Yeah.

We tracked them knuckleheads

who hit my warehouse.

- The same guys who killed Charlie.

- Led us right to McDuff.

That's all very interesting,

but do you have actual evidence?

- No.

- No. But we got what he wants.

- And what's that?

- The goods from the CIA heist.

- You got the CIA goods?

- Wait a minute. It was really CIA?

Crupps International Aerospace.

What CIA did you think

I was talking about?

Would you tell him, please?

A year ago, over $ 7 million in atomic

alloy was stolen out of Crupps.

To smuggle it out, they had to melt it

down and recast it as beer kegs.

Feds tipped us off.

Our leak beat us to the punch.

That's right. McDuff. Offer to sell

him back his stuff. Oh, he'll bite.

- lf he's dirty.

- Oh, he's dirty.

Now, give the man a chip.

I appreciate you trying

to get me a chip.

But thinking that I was

talking about the actual CIA...

Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking.

Hey, McDuff.

It's your buddies, Hank and Earl.

- What's up, Duff?

- We got something you want.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

We're talking beer kegs, b*tch!

- You two are wanted felons.

- Frank, save it. We know you're dirty.

- Listen to me...

- No, you listen to me.

I don't know who

you're selling these things to.

All we want is a piece of the pie.

Say, $ 1 million worth.

- We're talking six zeros, chump.

- So, what's your plan?

Meet us tomorrow morning, 7 a.m.

The old fort, Luna Point.

How'd you find this place?

I did a couple nights of security

watching some construction equipment.

- It's perfect for us, though.

- How many boys Washington got?

I don't know. I see five or so.

- I'm starting to feel all tingly.

- Yeah.

I thought I shot you once already.

You're a tough little monkey, aren't you?

You into monkey jokes?

Didn't your mama teach you manners

when you were humping her?

- You bring the metal, Hank?

- You bring the money, Frank?

We'll see about that

when I see the kegs.

Let's just forget about the money.

We already got what we came for.

I don't think you'll find them

as helpful as you thought they'd be.

You see, my men aren't actually

members of the L.A. SWAT team.

- Where's Washington?

- I don't know.

Excellent question.

- Sh*t.

- Oh, man.

The brother's in on it?

He must've grew up

in a white neighborhood.

Gun. Scratch that.

He's a real brother, getting messed over

just like the rest of us.

Guns, gentlemen.

Look, I... No. Look!

Sorry. No, no. Look, look.

No, no, no, no! Go!

Washington, get over here!

Get in! Get in! Get in!

I know a way out!

There's a tunnel at the other end.

Down! Down!

What the hell happened?

I don't know.

They grabbed me after we talked.

Take a right! Come on!

Get through the other end!

Earl!

Come on! The tunnel!

Go, go!

Hank, come on!

Earl.

What? Where's Hank?

- I don't know.

- Hank!

Hank! Sh*t. I gotta go find him.

- Okay, go ahead. My foot's busted up.

- You gonna be okay?

I'll be fine. Go!

Damn it!

Earl!

No!

Busted!

Son of a b*tch.

Yeah!

Hey, Nash! Catch!

Yeah!

Who's a monkey now? Monkey!

- Sh*t. Hank!

- Hold on!

Whoops! Sorry!

- Hank!

- Hold on!

Good, good, good, good!

Whoa!

- Yes!

- Yeah!

- You the man!

- No, you are the man!

- You the man!

- Okay, I am the man!

Yeah, yeah!

Six months ago,

these two men were locked...

... in a conflict that shook our city.

Today they stand together as heroes.

Gentlemen, thank you for your bravery

and your selflessness.

Hank, welcome back to the force.

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