Training Day Page #3

Turn around, sucker. Turn around.

So you like raping girls?

- Like to rape girls?

- No, man.

- That's what you like?

- No...

That what you like? Don't lie.

Told me to suck your dick.

Is that what you said?

Look at me.

You wanted me

to suck your dick, right?

Isn't that what you said?

Didn't you say suck it?

Don't lie. Am I a liar?

You didn't say that?

That's not what you said?

So I'm lying?

- No, please!

- Where is it? I can't find it.

Pull your pants down.

Which nut you want?

I'll leave you one.

Your choice. Just make a decision.

All right.

Put your hands on your head.

Close your eyes. Close your eyes.

Lucky I got other business.

I'd cut your f***ing dick off

and stick it up your funky ass. B*tch.

Damn! I'm thirsty.

I want a beer. What about you?

You want a beer?

I'm gonna leave you three to it.

P*ssy-ass b*tch!

I see you again, I'll f*** you up!

You won't see sh*t coming!

I'll dent your mouth,

I'll crack your head open.

You f***ing pig! Come on!

- That girl's 14.

- She all woman, though.

You tax that ass for days, man!

Keep walking, b*tch!

You want a beer?

- No, I don't want a beer, man.

- No? You mad?

Want to book that $60, huh?

Here, go ahead, book it into evidence.

Where the suspects? Go get them.

You let them go.

- I let them go?

- You did.

You want to run and gun,

stay in Patrol.

This is Investigations.

Garbage men handle garbage.

Professional anglers

go after the big fish.

Chasing them crackhead

motherfuckers...

- They'd have killed you.

- They belong in jail.

Why? They got beaten,

lost their money.

Hillside's ses will smoke them.

What more you want?

- I want justice.

- That's not justice?

- That's street justice.

- So?

- Let them kill each other?

- God willing.

F*** them!

Everybody looking like them.

Reality is, the good guys...

...they die first.

The school kids and moms...

...family men, don't want to catch

any bullets.

To protect the sheep,

you got to catch the wolf.

It takes a wolf to catch a wolf,

understand?

What?

- Protect the sheep by killing wolves.

- I heard you.

- You didn't hear me.

- All right. Whatever.

Whatever the f***-ever!

Do you ever lock anybody up?

You seem busy keeping people out.

You don't know sh*t!

Sh*t, they build jails because of me!

Judges gave over 15,000 man-years

of incarceration time...

...based on my cases.

My record speaks for itself.

How many felons have you got?

I rest my case.

- I'm not smoking crack, all right?

- I'm glad. Put it in the glove box.

Put the $60 in there too.

That'll come in handy.

We'll use it like a credit card.

No matter what I say,

you did the right thing.

Reminds me when I was

chasing down bad guys.

Pretty amazing sh*t you did

back there.

Thanks.

I noticed you applied that chokehold

though, huh?

That's a no-no procedure.

- I was getting my ass kicked.

- You did what you had to do.

You did what you had to do.

That's right.

What a wolf does. You a wolf?

Come on, wolf! Come on, dog!

No, I said a wolf,

not a rooster, a wolf.

- That's a rooster, give me a wolf!

- Give me a beer!

There you go! That's my nigga.

You got the magic eye, Hoyt.

You have the magic eye.

You up your street IQ...

...you'll do some damage,

I guarantee.

Crime fighter.

- What you need?

- Crack.

- Uh, 20 bucks...

- Crack?

Smell like bacon!

Do I look like a sucker to you, nigga?

F*** you, rookie!

Go fetch, dog.

You want me to...

Oh, come on, man, it's...

Give me a break! Hey, you! Slow up!

Come on, stop!

Police officer! Police officer! Stop!

Come on, man!

Give me a break! Sh*t!

Get out! Get out of here

or I call police.

Police officer, ma'am, calm down.

I said stop! Stop!

Get the f*** off me. F*** off.

You're making this so much harder!

Just calm down!

You love this sh*t, huh?

Hey, man, hey!

Pick him up!

Civil rights violating motherfuckers!

F***!

- Watch the f***ing legs, man!

- Pick his legs up.

Ain't got nothing better to do

than f*** with me, man? Sh*t!

Who you working for?

I ain't work for nobody!

I'm on disability!

Sh*t! You know you cracking.

I don't sell no more.

- No rocks?

- No rocks.

- But I found this.

- No, you don't.

That motherf***er planted

that sh*t on me.

Put me in the front seat,

I'll whup his ass!

Who you working for?

Told you I don't work for nobody, man!

Where the rocks?

I got nothing on me.

I gave it up.

Where the rocks?

Open your mouth.

You a doctor now?

A dentist. Open it.

Lift up your tongue.

Your partner already searched me.

I'm straight.

Yeah, okay.

You got a pen, got a writing pen?

Didn't see the motherf***er coming!

Nothing in there?

Nothing, man!

Ain't got nothing, huh?

God!

- Damn!

- Now what is that?

- Crack, man!

- Right. Jimmy crack corn.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Oh, you federally f***ed now.

You got crack and a gun.

With your record you'll get

Give me a name, now.

- You know I ain't no snitch!

- I know you ain't.

Give me a name.

- Twenty. A name!

- F***!

That's 30 years!

You want to go to jail or go home?

- He in County.

- Who?

This nigga named Sandman.

That's all I know! Sh*t!

Sandman?

See how easy it was?

- Unhook him.

- Sick of this sh*t, man!

Want the evidence?

- F*** that, man.

- My nigga.

- It's Bob.

- Hello.

- How's it going?

- It's Alonzo.

- Got your gang book?

- Why?

I need a res on a Sandman.

He may be in custody.

- Hold on. I'll check.

- No problem.

That doesn't fly anymore.

Shoving a pen down.

- What if he complains?

- To who?

23130, 113th Street.

Kevin Miller, a. k.a. Sandman. Got it?

I know where it is.

- Out there by Imperial Courts?

- Exactly, uh-huh.

- Thanks a lot.

- No problem.

- We go after Sandman?

- We go after him.

Opening a Circuit City?

No, unclaimed sh*t from Property.

Hand it out to my CI's, witnesses,

victims.

Try to help out their families.

Put this on.

Come on, let's go.

Intel says she lives here alone.

She got two female juveniles...

...possibly a male juvenile.

- Lf he's not here, why are we?

- To serve this warrant.

- We can't do that.

- Yes, we can. We the police.

- Why not get a real warrant?

- We trying to get sh*t done.

Stand over there

and don't get me killed.

- Police, we got a search warrant!

- L.A.P.D., open up!

Kevin ain't here!

Just open the door!

Kevin ain't here!

- Open the door, ma'am!

- He ain't even here!

I said Kevin ain't even over here!

We got a search warrant.

Open up.

Ain't nobody here!

Get your big ass down!

Right down! Down!

Don't move, spread them out!

Don't move!

Anybody in the house?

Is anybody in the house?!

My nephew, Dimitri! In the bedroom!

Okay. I'm gonna clear the house,

check it for weapons.

Kitchen's clear!

- Dimitri?

- Yeah?

Put your hands up, son.

- Anybody else?

- No.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Okay, just stay right there.

Don't move! Don't you move.

Stand up. Keep your hands

where I can see them.

Sit down and place them

on your knees.

Sit down. We're the good guys.

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