Training Day Page #4

Just sit down right over there

next to your auntie.

Right over there.

House is Code-4.

I'm starting the search.

- I wanna see that warrant.

- The what?

The warrant. I need a copy.

My partner has it.

He'll be out soon.

Where's your backup?

Just be quiet until we're through

with our investigation.

- You got the gun, don't you?

- That's right.

Punk-ass, b*tch-ass, crooked-ass cop!

You a rookie.

Give me a break, okay?

How you doing over there?

You cool? Come on.

Don't worry about it, you're cool.

Just stay cool.

All right.

- Ma'am, please sit down.

- You act like you pay the rent!

- Sit down!

- You all stink!

You gotta get drunk to come

up here!

- Sit down now!

- Y'all stink!

You're gonna shoot me, boss?

Close your eyes.

This punk cop is gonna shoot me!

- Sit down, right now!

- Okay.

Okay! Everything is fine.

We made a mistake.

Didn't find a damn thing.

I'm very sorry.

Thanks for your cooperation.

Let's go.

- Show me that warrant.

- What?

I want to see that goddamn warrant!

Here you go. Let's go!

Sh*t!

Motherfuckers!

Hey, jackers! Give me my money back.

You ain't no police!

Give me my money back!

Jackers, why you all standing

over there?! Blast them fools!

You ain't no police!

I want my money back!

Start, you motherf***er!

F***! Gun!

- Just get out of here!

- Stay in the car!

Yeah, motherfuckers!

That was not cool, all right?

That was not cool at all!

Opening fire in a neighborhood.

Where was the Sandman?

What were you doing back there?

Checking for narcotics activity.

Drugs, guns, baggies, you know?

- Yeah, cash!

- Speak on it, son.

- She's screaming about money...

- Bullshit.

She's screaming

about having us killed!

I'll be on the 6:00 news

in handcuffs because of you.

With the scandals,

it is open season on misconduct.

- They'll nail us to the wall.

- Pull over.

- Pull over.

- Here?

- Yeah, pull over.

- Sh*t!

What?

Listen.

You're in a privileged position

to learn.

Keep your mouth shut, eyes open.

Want to do some good,

this is the place to learn.

You can't take it, maybe you

should go back to your division.

Get a nice job lighting flares

or measuring car wrecks.

You got to decide

whether you're a wolf...

...or a sheep.

Get your ink...

...or go give him a hand.

What are we doing here?

We'll get killed.

- You know about this place?

- It's the Jungle, right?

They say don't come with anything

less than a platoon.

This is the heart of it.

Jungle. Damu headquarters.

Stoners.

A lot of murder investigations

lead here.

One way in, one way out.

Thought we were going to eat.

Don't ever come here without me.

I'm serious. For your safety.

- How'd you get a golden pass?

- I treat them fair.

They know if they cross the line,

I tax that ass.

What's that, up there?

They flipping pigeons

to signal I'm here.

- What's up, Bone?

- What's up?

- What's up?

- It's all good.

I appreciate what you did

for my nephew.

For sure. For sure.

You better call me.

I'm sick of it.

I can't stand him!

- Who are they?

- Nobody. I got them under my thumb.

- What's up, Alonzo?

- All right, Spider. What's happening?

Hey, what's up, girl? Look at you.

Go ahead.

All that jelly and no toast.

- Who lives here?

- Just one of my lovelies.

A loving touch, you know?

Don't worry.

New guy, Jake.

Nice to meet you.

Welcome to my house.

- Give him some food. Take care of him.

- Of course.

- Of course. How are you?

- Good, good.

I have cable.

You watch whatever you want, okay?

- Thanks.

- This is your house.

I'll be right back.

- How you doing?

- Fine.

Now, this is all El Salvadorian food.

Thank you. It looks great.

I have to go.

Yeah, all right.

Let's go.

We got a meeting in 15 minutes.

- I just need to...

- Forget it. Let's go.

I'll see you, buddy.

You okay?

Here, use this.

- Who's here?

- L.A.P.D.'s finest.

Don't speak till you're spoken to.

Come on.

Good to see you.

That's my new guy. Jake Hoyt.

Captain Lou Jacobs.

Need to talk to the feds,

go to him first.

He'll take your back for you.

Stan Gursky,

he runs the D.A. Shooting team.

Think about him

before you shoot someone.

If you're wrong,

he'll use your nuts for dice.

Right here,

Detective Doug Rosselli...

...handles theft cases

for the French-poodle crowd.

He's a good man.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Good man.

- Should I...?

- Shoo.

Get yourself a steak or something.

All right, gents.

I don't know why I'm meeting you.

I don't talk to dead men.

I ain't dead yet.

F***ing prick. Excuse me.

Why the long face, Doug?

- Feds seize your house or something?

- F*** yourself.

Tell him the story.

Come on, tell the story.

- Lf it's so funny, you tell him.

- It's your story.

A**hole.

All right.

There's a serial burglar.

Chased him for a year.

A real slickster.

Captain's riding my ass

the whole time.

- Sentencing was today.

- Judge is female.

That's right. Landers.

I know Landers. She's a sharp lady.

No?

Guy gets ahold of some peanut butter,

packs his ass-crack with it.

He's standing before the bench,

waiting to give his statement.

Shoves his hand down his pants,

comes out with extra-chunky Jif.

Bailiffs won't come near him.

Now he looks the judge

right in the eyes...

...and licks his fingers clean.

Holy sh*t.

So the judge says:

"This man's insane.

He can't go to prison. "

- Sends him to Psychiatric.

- She fell for it.

Yeah! She's so f***ing smart.

By the time she found out,

the guy's already been transferred.

- Proceedings closed.

- Yeah, closed.

He'll do six months

in the puzzle factory...

...and they'll let him go.

Never, ever do a day in prison.

Give him credit. He worked the system,

deserves his freedom.

Yeah? Think so?

Or not.

I'll tell you what.

I'll find this guy on the street...

...and I'll do him.

Better take his bullets away,

Stan.

Sh*t!

Heard you had an expensive weekend

in Vegas.

How did you ever screw up so bad?

It's nothing.

I didn't know. It's not my town.

The Russians don't care

if you're a cop.

They'll whack you.

You ought to get on a plane.

Why?

- It's an easy fix.

- How?

I'll just cash in an account.

- Whose?

- One of my old ones. My first one.

The guy's a high-security risk.

If I'm not around,

who will keep him off the radar?

I'm just taxing him, that's all.

Okay?

It's your call.

Don't dick this up.

I do not want to see you

on the front page like the others.

Yeah, I understand.

Who's driving?

Me. Gray Mercedes.

Get the car.

Black Monte Carlo there,

back windows shot out.

It's me.

Listen, we got the green light.

Fax a copy

of the warrant to the clerk.

Get it signed by the judge, and I want

you and Paul to bring it to me.

Tell Jeff to pick up some tools.

Picks and shovels.

Make sure he signs them out

from maintenance. Copy?

That's right. Hurry up! Later.

So how much cash was in that jacket?

Forty G's.

What's that for?

- Really want to know?

- Yes, I do.

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