Training Day Page #5

Nothing's free in this world.

Not even arrest warrants.

Sh*t, man, I didn't want to know.

Check this out.

Nice suit, Mark.

- Beautiful suit.

- Yeah, f*** you guys!

All right. Nice, nice.

What's up, Alonzo?

- The picks and shovels?

- In the trunk.

Digging a ditch?

No, you are.

Nice suit you got on there.

That's what I said.

- What up, killer?

- What's up with you?

- Heard you ran into trouble.

- It's all good.

Don't worry, everything's fine.

Sh*t, if we can get away with it,

I'm with you.

- Who the f*** is this?

- Jake Hoyt. It's my first day.

You're a long way from Starbucks.

- Why the f*** is he here?

- Gotta get his cherry popped.

Stay the f*** out of my way.

This is for the big dogs. Feel me?

Here it is, all legit,

signed by the judge, okay?

Thanks to the Sandman.

Now listen.

Safety is first.

He gives us sh*t,

we give him lead.

Let's do this right

so we can all go home.

Time to punch in, ladies.

Freeze! On the floor!

- Down!

- What are you clowns doing?

Hey, new guy, watch him!

- I'm on him.

- You know what you're doing?

Drop your gun!

Five. Four. Three.

Boom!

Give me a reason.

Alonzo's gonna have your ass.

What's up, Roger?

- What's going down, brother?

- Oh, it's all good, baby.

It's all good.

That's for you.

What am I supposed to do with this?

Wipe my ass?

Bad news, dog.

Gimme some of that $300-a-glass sh*t.

Please.

Had lunch with the wise men.

You gotta render unto Caesar.

- Those vampires want my pension.

- No, no.

Just a tax.

They got their boats and mistresses,

house payments.

Nothing I can do.

I'm just a lowly civil servant.

You're their b*tch.

- What about me?

- I got your back.

Don't worry, we won't

take anything you'll miss.

I'm sorry. Orders, dog.

No you ain't, cop.

In the kitchen, fellas.

Give me the b*tch.

You guys hold him down.

- Who'll pay for my floor?

- The city.

Right here.

That's what I'm talking about.

What's in here? Coke?

You'll see.

Grab that hammer

and knock this lock off.

One, two...

That's $250,000 you're holding.

Over four million in here.

A $3 million bust on day one.

- You said four.

- Minus tax, brother!

Nothing's free in this world.

Buy your wife a car.

Put the kids through college.

The only checks I cash say "L.A.P.D."

Somebody didn't sleep

through Ethics.

You don't want a piece of this?

No, right?

Not like this.

No.

No?

First time, you're not comfortable.

I'll hold it for you.

- What about you?

- Oh, I'm comfortable.

- How about you?

- I'm very comfortable.

Let's wrap this up.

Don't touch a thing! Evidence.

Alonzo, what are

those pricks thinking?

That I'm gonna stand still and

let them horsefuck me?

Could put you out of your misery.

Hey, Jake, here.

Sit down.

Here's a secret:

When you kill someone on duty...

...they have to be your slave

in the afterlife.

There you go.

Start an entourage.

- Shoot him?

- Yeah.

Come on, kid. Do me a favor.

Come on.

Do yourself a favor. Hit him.

Are you serious?

Hey, close the blinds.

- All right, I'll shoot him.

- Go.

- Pow!

- Boom!

Shoot him.

No, man.

Kids these days.

Not gonna do it?

All right, give it to me.

Rookies!

You want sh*t done,

you gotta do it yourself.

Holy sh*t!

Come on, breathe.

Breathe, there you go.

Just let it go.

Breathe, dog!

He's finished.

- Where's the stinger?

- Right here.

All right, Jeff.

You took fire coming in.

I need some time off, but...

- Watch the shades.

- All right.

- Ready?

- Kiss me.

One...

- You okay?

- Yeah.

I gotta give you one more, though.

Do it.

F***!

It's not what you know,

it's what you prove.

Here it is.

Mark and Paul kick the door.

Jeff's in first.

Roger fires twice.

What, one go through?

- You shot him!

- You f***ing shot me, man!

- Don't worry.

- Call an ambulance!

Go to jail, or go home?

All right, here's the scenario.

Mark and Paul kick the door.

Jeff runs in.

Roger opens fire, hits Jeff.

Hoyt is in second,

drops Roger with the shotgun.

- Who shot Roger?

- New guy.

- New guy.

- You two?

- Hoyt.

- F*** Hoyt. Ambulance time!

Done. Paul, call them up.

Officer down. Repeat, officer down.

Congratulations. You're gonna get

a medal of valor for this.

- I didn't shoot him.

- Four cops saw it.

But I didn't. You did.

"An L.A.P.D. Narcotics officer

was killed today...

...serving a warrant

in Echo Park. "

Give me the b*tch.

"A spokesperson said

the officer is survived...

...by a wife and child. "

There's more. You get the picture?

Yeah, I get it.

That's the second time

you pointed a gun at me!

Goddamn, boy! That's it, Jake!

Y'all see this?

That's it!

- I'll put a bullet in that melon.

- Wait, wait.

I'm gonna be cool. Drop the gun!

Shoot me.

He's coming with me.

- I'll shoot!

- He's a fed.

No, he ain't. He's just a kid

that got the drop on y'all.

Let's take a deep breath

and just diffuse this. Jake?

I didn't sign up for this!

I know you're angry.

Everybody, put the guns down.

- Hell, no.

- Choirboy first.

Listen! That's an order!

Put them down!

Use your ears, Jake.

Sometimes we take this sh*t

all the way.

It's the nature of the business.

You'll never have to pull

the trigger again, all right?

- Mark, where are you transferring?

- S.I.S.

Detective.

You give me 18 months,

I give you a career.

We make the big seizures, Jake.

But if you're in my unit,

you gotta be in it all the way.

I thought you were man enough

to handle this sh*t.

Five decorated officers say

that you shot Roger.

They will check your blood

for intoxicants.

What are they gonna find?

You've been smoking PCP all day.

- You've been planning this all day.

- All week, son.

You talk, your blood gets to the lab.

You wanna take a walk?

You won't make it out of here.

If you're cool, you're a hero.

You're above suspicion.

Alonzo, there's two shots left.

We need to kill him now

and say Roger got him.

No, we ain't killing nobody.

This is a good man. I can feel it.

Just had a little freak-out,

that's all.

I say he's cool.

Nobody's gonna hurt him.

You do have a decision to make.

Because this place is gonna

be overrun with blue suits.

So why don't you please

go outside, clear your head.

Or shoot me.

Hey, Paul?

You're dead, motherf***er!

You hear me?! Dead!

Well, lay off the device.

All right.

Make sure that tub is clean.

All right?

All right, later.

You all right?

It behooves you not

to dick around on this one.

Justifiable homicide

in the line of duty.

- Now, what happened...

- What happened was murder.

And armed robbery.

We had badges, so it's different?

Son, open your eyes! Can't you see?

That man was your friend,

and you killed him like a fly.

My friend? Tell me why?

Because he knows my first name?

This is the game.

I played his ass.

That's our job.

Roger sold dope to kids.

The world's better off without him.

This man was the biggest

major violator in Los Angeles.

I watched that cocksucker for years

and now I got him.

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