Streets Of Blood

How do you feel about taking

another human being's life?

Well, like my daddy always said,

it's better be judged by 12

than carried by six.

And what did he do? He...

You know what he did.

He was a hero.

The vast majority of

New Orleans, Louisiana, is underwater.

Tens of thousands of homes

and businesses are beyond repair.

We're dealing

with one of the worst

natural disasters

in out nation's history.

The mayor, Ray Nagin,

has ordered almost every one

of the city's 1500 police officers

to leave their search and rescue mission

and return to the streets

to stop people

from taking goods

from stores and businesses.

Jesus. Is that Kenny?

Yeah.

What the hell was your partner

doing here?

I don't know. We got separated

a couple days ago.

I've been down in the 9th Ward

since it hit.

People are trapped in there

like rats.

They never got half of them out

before the flood waters rose.

What?

Come on, help me.

Your late partner,

Mr. Kenny Cowlings...

What?

- Was he...?

- Was he what?

You tell me.

Was he dirty?

Ma'am, if Kenny was dirty,

I would have killed him.

Mm-hmm.

I've got a floater.

I'm gonna need some pickup.

All looters will be shot.

Get away from the store.

All looters will be shot.

Stupid motherf***er, you can't even

carry that TV. Freeze!

- Let's get the f*** out of here.

What the f***? Metro PD.

What the f*** are you doing?

- Stand down.

- Get your ass down from there.

I'm just doing my job.

- Stand down.

- You get your ass down off that roof.

Come in here

and clean your mess up.

We're all in this sh*t together.

What the f*** is the matter with you?

- Get off the roof.

- Stand down.

I will not. You stand down.

I'm just doing my job.

You get your ass down from there.

No, I will not.

You do your job.

- You just shot that man for no reason.

- He deserved it.

- Hey.

- Stan Johnson, 5th Ward.

- You a cop?

- Private security.

- He ain't no cop.

- I got this. You a cop killer?

You're pointing your gun at an officer.

Put that gun down.

- Stand down.

- Put it down.

- Andy Deveraux.

- Nice to meet you. Stan Johnson.

- Where's your partner?

- He left when the water got deep?

Yeah, mine stayed.

- Where are you from?

- Chicago. I just transferred.

Lucky you.

Yeah, right? Lucky me.

That guy shot that man for no reason.

The Big Easy

ain't so easy anymore.

As the ferocious

hurricane Katrina

drew a bead on their precariously

sited city and suburbs,

metropolitan New Orleans residents

prayed for salvation...

The death toll

from Hurricane Katrina

continues to climb dramatically.

Entire communities have been wiped out.

And residents of New Orleans

are now being told

they may not be able to return

to what's left of their city for months.

The number of dead

in the devastated city

could well be into the thousands.

Conditions continue to deteriorate

after two levies broke

sending water coursing

through the streets.

An estimated 80% of the city which lies

below sea level is underwater...

We are facing a storm

that most of us have feared.

I do not want to create panic,

but I do want the citizens to understand

that this is very serious.

That's why we've taken this

unprecedented move.

Every person is hereby ordered

to immediately evacuate

the City of New Orleans.

Truckloads of water,

ice, meals, medical supplies,

generators, tents and tarpaulins.

There are currently over 1700

trailer trucks

which have been mobilized to move

these supplies into position.

The Coast Guard has worked heroically

for the last 48 hours,

rescuing or assisting well more

than 1000 people who were in distress

and held high and dry

above the flood waters.

The Federal Emergency

Management Agency is scrambling

to find temporary housing

for tens of thousands of people,

to rescue people stranded on roofs

in the now uninhabitable Super Dome.

This recovery

will take a long time.

This recovery will take years.

In some cases violence

has broken out as people looted stores.

Several businesses report

having their entire stock of guns

and other weapons taken.

And police officials report

armed gangs roaming the streets.

- Hey, what up, coz.

- Hey, coz, how are you doing, man?

- Yeah, go ahead in that there.

- Yeah, keeping it real.

- Man, what's up?

- Yeah yeah, what up, coz?

What's up, man?

You got some new chompers on you, coz.

- Morning.

Hey, coz, you got what I need?

Yeah, baby.

Hey, babe.

It's the Latin Kings!

Hey y'all, grab your sh*t.

It's the Latin Kings!

F***, Chamorro.

Are we through?

No, sir, we're not.

You have a new partner now.

Do you trust him?

Starting to.

Look at this.

Two joints tops.

A bunch of wannabes.

Been out there all day.

Oh, not this a**hole.

- Whoa.

Welcome to my park. This sh*t will

get you hot for real, no joke.

- Nice. Thanks, man.

- Y'all are welcome back anytime.

- Thanks.

- Yeah, appreciate it.

Freeze. Narcotics.

- What did I do, man?

- Hands behind your head.

Turn around.

I just want to talk to you.

Sh*t, man.

Oh, look what we got here, Stan.

What's a punk like you doing

with a SIG Sauer?

Ooh, a fancy gun.

Got an ID, killer?

No, I don't have an ID.

- How about a name, a**hole?

- My boys call me George Carter, man.

Shut up. I know this punk.

His name is Downey Little.

What are you doing in my park?

You know me...

no walking on the grass,

no pissing on the trees and no dealing.

Okay okay, put the gadget down.

Turn around.

Let me see that gun.

Put it down before I blow your head off,

motherf***er.

Sh*t, blow away, a**hole.

It don't mean nothing.

Shoot him, Stan. Shoot him.

Oh, sh*t.

Get off me, coz. Damn, man.

- Get off me, man.

- Don't cuff him, Stan. Get him up.

Get up!

This is my park.

I'm gonna give you a 9mm in a second.

Wait a second. Whoa whoa, come on.

I don't do that, man.

All right.

Let's shoot him, Stan.

It's not right to shoot.

He's not a threat.

Well, he's willing to kill a cop.

We take him out now...

we're gonna save another life.

Let's shoot him.

Don't shoot. Look, man, look,

I know some valuable things.

- You don't know sh*t.

- I know some real sh*t, man.

The dude named Ray Delacroix,

man, Delacroix.

The dude hangs

on El Dorado Street, man.

That nigga's got

the whole damn street, coz.

- What?

- Ray Delacroix, man.

- What does he look like?

- Man, the cat's black, man.

He's a black dude

with freckles, man.

And he drives a tight green Capris.

And the Capris got some 24s on it.

What do I care

about a mid-level dealer

in a fat car? Big f***ing deal.

The nigga is a DEA agent, man.

The dude works for the feds

and he works for the street muscles.

Now why do I care about

a Fed rat named Delacroix?

Get up.

Sh*t, Latin Kings.

- Are you okay?

- I'm all right.

- That was lucky.

- Not for Downey Little.

So after they found his partner dead,

he asked for you

to transfer over from patrol

to the VCTF and become his partner?

Yeah, a little kick in the paycheck.

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