Predator 2

The heat wave continues.

It's 109 degrees in Los ngeles.

As drought-ridden Los ngeles

swelters in agonising heat...

...drug lords wage warfare in the streets.

Yet another open conflict...

Oh, f*** this! Get me out of here!

We're in a war zone, Dave: Two motorcycle

officers horribly wounded in a crossfire...

...the police seemingly unable to rescue them

in spite of several desperate, heroic attempts.

It's completely out of control down here.

My beautiful cantina,

everything I own, they shot it to pieces.

My microwave,

my automatic steamer, my grill...

You f***ing pendejos!

F*** you!

Tony Pope, live with Hard Core,

on the scene andin yourface.

It's like Dante's hell.

Smoke, fire, oppressive heat...

...as Colombian and Jamaican drug fiends

again transform LA into a slaughterhouse.

Who the hell's in charge down here?

The cops?

They're outmanned,

outgunned and incompetent.

Mr Mayor,

on vacation in your home in Lake Tahoe...

...get off your butt,

get down here and declare martial law!

OK, don't keep me in suspense, Danny boy!

It has not been a nice day!

Two motors pulled over a truck, stumbled

right in the middle of a narc stakeout.

You know, ten Colombians

and Scorpios armed to f*** all.

They're trying to get in their headquarters.

We're keeping them pinned down,

but those officers are bleeding to death.

F***! They're dying, man.

Where the hell is Special Weapons?

They're still tied up in that shootout

in San Pedro with the Jamaicans.

They shot down a chopper.

Mills and Johnson won't last much longer.

We need an assault vehicle to go get 'em.

I'm gonna chat with these a**holes.

- When I give the signal, give me some cover!

- Got it!

Too small.

Right.

Come on! Come on!

Get 'em out of here! Now!

Vmonos!

Get 'em out! Get 'em out!

- Vmonos!

- Vmonos!

Hey, a**holes!

Mike, are you OK?

- Yeah. Let's get the rest.

- We can't. Orders from Chief Heinemann.

He says surround building and wait.

- Wait for what?

- I don't know!

Some bullshit special unit. The feds, the DEA.

If we let those bastards get dug in now,

we'll have to level the building!

- Hijo de puta.

- No, es para mi.

- Hijo de puta.

- No, es para mi.

Vmonos! Vmonos!

Venga! Aprisa!

Venga!

Chingale! Chingale!

Come and get it. El Scorpio is ready.

- Sarge, any of your people in the building?

- No.

Let's go.

Lieutenant, can't let you in.

Heinemann's on his way.

Heinemann can kiss my sweet ass! Come on!

Goddamn it. Go with him.

Three, two, one...

Go!

Get back, back, back. Back.

Next door over.

Take this room!

First floor, officer down. We need backup.

Freeze!

I said hold it!

Now, lay your guns down.

You can walk down or fly, it's your choice.

I said put it down, a**hole!

No!

Let's do it now!

Take it easy.

Damn, it's hot.

Must be losing it.

Mike!

Spread out. Secure the roof.

Just take it easy. I'm right here.

All clear. All clear on the site.

Oh, Dannyboy.

I gotta get down from here.

Sh*t.

OK, search the roof.

Check every floor. Maybe someone else...

Seal it off. No one leaves.

Danny, get me off this damn roof.

- You get the rest of them?

- Somebody beat us to it.

Leona.

Oh, sh*t.

- What happened to El Scorpio?

- He's out front having lunch.

What the hell is this?

I don't know.

They've been cut to pieces.

- Must be the Jamaicans.

- Their style, but where the hell did they go?

OK, nobody gets in here

until Forensic arrives. Nobody.

OK, you know the drill.

Mike.

Up there.

He must have been killed out here,

and then someone...

That's about 35, 40 feet. No rope, no ladder.

The guy weighs about 190, 195 pounds.

You couldn't carry him up there.

Lieutenant?

Deputy Chief Heinemann's downstairs.

He wants you out of the building now.

Ah, son of a b*tch.

What the f*** is going on?

This is not good, Mike.

Not good at all.

- I want a real name on this joker, OK?

- You got it.

Mike.

Phil, this is quite a surprise.

What brings you down from the palace?

You let me down, Mike.

You're making me look bad.

I thought we had an understanding.

I put my ass on the line to get you here...

...and all I expect is a little cooperation!

You were told this was a federal matter.

Yet you disobeyed an order

to stay out of the building.

Don't let this get out, Phil,

but it's a f***ing war down here.

Soldiers take orders. Don't push it!

I'll push it as far as I can, Phil,

cos we're fighting for ourlives here...

...while you're downtown

pushing pencils and kissing ass!

I don't roll over for anybody,

especially the feds...

...without a goddamn good explanation!

Take this equipment up to the third floor.

Come on, let's move!

- Let's go.

- Excuse me, sir!

What the hell is going on here, Heinemann?

Insubordination. Disregard for direct orders

from a supervising officer.

Now get back to your cage at Alvarado.

- I'll show you insubordination, you son of...

- No, no, no!

Where you running to? Come here!

You don't need this, Mike. It's not worth it.

Relax.

Oh, f***!

I have an update for you.

In a shootout, five members

ofone Colombian drug gang...

...were ambushe dby their bloody rivals,

the Jamaican Voodoo Posse...

...who escaped withouta trace - ha! -

again making total fools of...

- A detective is here to see you.

- Back there.

Listen, lady, you got a backed-up toilet.

Call a plumber, not the cops.

- This licence has expired.

- Bullshit! I paid that fee six months ago.

- I'll kick your ass!

- Sit down! Right now!

- Move! Get your ass movin'!

- Just calm the f*** down!

What you lookin' at?

And all you got to do...

...is tee it high and let it fly.

Ow! Dead solid perfect.

Now, remember, for distance

you gotta gently but firmly grip the club.

Lieutenant Harrigan!

Detective Lambert, Rampart Division.

Hey, kid, just have a seat.

I'll be right with you.

- Hey, Cap.

- Don't start, Mike.

Heinemann's already been up my ass so far

I won't be able to sit down for a week.

We're not winning this war.

As much as it'll piss you off,

you'll have to play the game.

"Effective immediately, a federal task force

under Special Agent Peter Keyes...

...will investigate criminal activities involving

the trafficking of controlled substances."

And you willextend him

your full cooperation.

So you're cutting off my dick

and shoving it up my ass.

The feds are calling the shots on this.

My hands are tied!

- Yeah?

- Captain Pilgrim, Peter Keyes.

- It's good to meet you.

- And you, sir.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan.

Special Agent Peter Keyes, DEA.

Heard a lot about you.

I'm sorry for this jurisdictional intrusion.

Don't mean to be stepping on your toes.

But we want to prevent King Willie's voodoo

gangs from taking over the entire West Coast.

I wish I could tell you more.

But we have a large number

of deep-cover operatives involved.

You know how it is. We all have a job to do.

Now, I'm sure we can respect

each other's situation and act responsibly.

Well...

...um, cooperation...

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