Training Day Page #7

All right, you wanna open up the door?

Okay. Thanks. You watching TV?

Yeah, anything good on?

- Do you want me to call my mom?

- No, I don't.

I'll tell you what I want.

Find a good hiding spot.

Do you have a favorite place to hide?

- The closet.

- In the closet? That's perfect.

Okay, open up the closet.

All right. Good, good.

Can you sit down in there?

All right. Now stay in here

and be very quiet.

I'll be right back. All right?

It's all good, baby.

You, against the wall.

Move real slow.

Put the money in that bag...

...take your weapons and place them

inside that pillowcase.

Congratulations, son. You made it.

You passed the test. You're a narc.

Put the gun down before you give

her a heart attack.

I said put the money in that bag.

Place your weapons

inside that pillowcase.

F*** your appointment

with the Russians.

Oh, okay.

Okay. Hand me the pillowcase, baby.

Baby! Hand me the pillowcase.

You're gonna book me?

You smoked the dust.

You ran out, and you're the one

that shot Roger.

- Here you go.

- And the one on your ankle?

Want the one in my back pocket too?

One problem:
You got no witnesses.

Who are your witnesses, huh?

Roger? Smiley?

You think they'll help you?

It's not what you know.

It's what you can prove.

What can you prove, huh? Nothing.

- Where's your evidence?

- There.

Oh, sh*t!

It's on now, Jake.

Don't move.

Where you at, Jake?

Come on out, dog!

- Ah! I see you.

- Sh*t!

I'm surgical with this b*tch.

How you want it?

That fool in the wheelchair?

How you think he got there?

- Mommy.

- Alonzito!

You see what I see?

Officer Hoyt, job number one:

Preserve life.

There's my son. Don't hurt him.

We're walking out together.

Alonzito! Alonzito!

- You all right?

- I want my mommy.

I know, I know, I know.

Just sit tight, all right?

It's gonna be all right. I know.

Shut the f*** up!

All right, let me see your hands!

Where is he?

- The window.

- Come on!

- Get your kid, stay down.

- Alonzito!

Hey, man, you tripping?

It's no fun when the rabbit

has the gun, is it?

My nigga.

Hey, first Damu puts one

in his head...

...I'll make you a rich man!

Come on now.

Who wanna get paid?

Who wanna get paid?

They're not like you.

You know what I learned today?

- I'm not like you.

- That's good. I'm glad to hear that.

Good. So, what now? Huh?

What you gonna do, shoot me?

You gonna bust your cherry

killing a cop?

There it is, Jake.

Hit me.

You never killed nobody before.

It ain't like stepping on ants.

Takes a man to kill.

Are you man enough to kill?

Hit me right there.

Get me, Jake. Get me.

Hit me. Hit me.

You can't do it.

Somebody drop this fool for me.

You got us twisted.

You got to put your own work in.

- All right. It's like that, Bone?

- It's like that.

Player to player, pimp to pimp.

- I don't believe you'd shoot me.

- Don't do it.

- Don't.

- I don't believe you got it in you.

I'm gonna get that gun and that money.

You ain't gonna do a thing.

You ain't gonna shoot no cop

in the back.

- Don't do it.

- You know what you'd get?

The gas chamber.

You know what it smells like?

Pine oil. That's where you headed,

to pine oil heaven.

I'm gonna get that gun and that money.

I don't think you got it in you.

I'm gonna go get it.

Sh*t! Ah, you motherf***er!

The next one will kill you.

Son of a b*tch!

You shot me in the ass!

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Okay, okay.

All right. Come on, I need

the money. Give me the money.

- Give me that money!

- It's not gonna happen.

You gonna take my own money from me?

That's my evidence.

You wanna go to jail or go home?

I wanna go home, Jake.

Give me the money,

and let me go home.

- You wanna go home?

- Yeah, let me go home, Jake.

Give me the money,

and let me go.

Give me the money,

and let me go home, Jake.

That's right, come on.

You don't deserve this.

Okay, motherf***er.

Jake, go and bounce, homey.

Get up out of here. We got your back.

What?

- It's like that.

- Oh, no, you didn't!

Wait a minute! No, you...

Hey, hey, Jake!

Hey! Jake! Jake!

Jake, come back here!

Jake!

You disloyal, fool-ass,

b*tch-made punk.

I need my money!

Jake!

Oh, you motherfuckers! Okay.

All right! I'm putting cases

on all you b*tches!

Huh? You think you can do this sh*t?

Jake!

You think you can do this to me?!

You motherfuckers will be playing

basketball in Pelican Bay...

...when I get finished with you!

Shoe program, nigga!

Twenty-three hour lock-down!

I'm the man up in this piece!

Who you think you f***ing with?!

I'm the police! I run sh*t here!

You just live here!

That's right, you better walk away.

I'm gonna burn this motherf***er down!

King Kong ain't got sh*t on me!

That's all right. That's all right.

Sh*t, I don't f***...

I'm winning anyway. I'm winning.

I'm winning anyway. I can't lose.

Sh*t, you can shoot me,

but you can't kill me.

Oh, what a day.

What a motherfucking day!

An L.A. Police officer

was killed today...

...serving a warrant near LAX.

An L.A.P.D. Spokesperson

said Officer Harris...

...was survived by his wife

and four sons.

The highly decorated officer,

a 13-year L.A.P.D. Veteran...

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