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Down! Everybody down! Get on the floor! Get down!

Okay, people. He's inside. This one's real.

Hold on. Please, no! Hold on.

Open the register! Open the register, I'm not gonna tell you again!

- Open the register! Open it now! - Please, no.

Reese, Cusack, move in from the right.

Ready here, jefe.

Hurry up! Open the register! Give me the money!

- Lloyd, Reese. Move in. - Give me the money!

- Load up, Larson. - On the way.

Open the register! Give it to me. Hurry up!

Don't hurt me, please.

There's got to be more. There's got to be more!

Okay, guys, come in closer. We got him in the act.

Okay, man, let's take care of this shit.

Give me some more money!

God damn it, give me some more money!

Give me the rest of the money! Give me the rest of the money!

No more money!

- No money! No money! - Where is it?

Get the fuck out of here.

Somehow I just don't believe you gave me all the money.

Get down! Get down!

Stay right where you are, everybody!

Stay where you are!

- Stay where you are! - Freeze, police!

All right!

Reese is down. Reese is down.

To Reese and a speedy fucking recovery.

- Salud! - To Reese.

Hey, you still got a place for him on the team, right, Vaughn?

You heard the doctor.

Yeah. He's gonna have to learn to walk again.

I can't use anybody that's less than 100%.

Yeah, you know, you're right.

It stinks, but you're right.

He was good. Reese was good.

He was the best.

If he was the best, he wouldn't have gotten popped, would he?

Where are we gonna find another guy like Reese?

That's what I wanna know.

At least he didn't go home in a box.

I got somebody in mind.

Hey, three more of these, huh?

Lloyd's buying.

To Reese!

- To Reese. - To Reese.

- To Reese. - Asshole.

Damn it, Jeff! I'm calling for backup.

Fuck the backup, Mike!

Breaking a restraining order just chasing this guy.

- Then what the hell are we doing here? - Getting the job done.

Payton!

- Shit! - Come on! You're in the wrong lane! Jesus!

Get out of my way!

Watch out for the car! Watch out for the...

Oh, shit!

Crazy fuck!

Move it!

Stupid son of a...

Pull over!

Fuck you! Someone's gotta stop me!

I'll stop you, you fuck!

- Pull over! - Stop me!

I'll stop you!

This is Unit 16, R-21.

Officer needs assistance on the corner of 12th and Maple.

Request immediate backup.

Don't you fucking move!

You did it, didn't you, Eddie?

You know where the Chandler kid is, don't you?

I just couldn't help myself.

Ow!

Is he alive? Is he alive?

- Where's the fucking Chandler kid? - Punish me!

Stop it, stop it, Jeff!

You fucking fuck! Did you kill him?

- Did you kill the kid? - Stop it!

Don't do this! Stop it, Jeff!

It's over!

- Did you kill him, Eddie? - It's over!

You sick, fucking son of a bitch!

It's over, man!

The fact that you were right about the Chandler boy doesn't excuse anything.

You know what I hate about working for Internal Affairs, Powers?

That you can't keep our balls in a jar on your desk?

I hate that this job is political

and that when I got a loose cannon like you just begging for jail,

someone upstairs can say, "Not Sustained".

I had your badge in my pocket,

so wherever they're sending you, you better toe the line,

because, next time, you won't be so lucky.

Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.

That's all.

Have a nice day.

- Vaughn? - Hey, hey, hey!

What the hell have you been up to?

- Not watching you enough, amigo. - Oh.

It makes me look bad,

my old partner stepping in shit with the I.A.

Didn't you learn anything from me, kid?

- I can take care of myself. - Bullshit!

I pulled every favor I had to get I.A. off this.

- You got me... - Free and clean.

Unit I'm with has a lot of juice.

The boys upstairs like our work.

Son...

I think you're ready for a special assignment.

- I'm listening. - Yeah. That'd be a fucking first.

Look, uh...

We're having a little barbecue.

Here's the when and where.

Come on out. Meet the guys.

All right, let's go down here.

Trust me, amigo.

You're made for this one.

All right, step right down this hallway.

Hey, Cap, I said blood rare.

The way I look at it, any steak that isn't burnt to a crisp

is blood fucking rare.

Well, not for Danny. You know he likes his meat raw

and on the hoof.

With tire marks still on it, huh?

Hell, that's the only meal to serve a posse like us.

Damn straight! You ladies take after me, you might turn into real men.

Yeah, right.

Are you saying you'd rather have roadkill

instead of my gourmet hand-grilled, top-of-the-line steaks?

You better think carefully, Vaughn, you know? I'm still your C.O.

- Here's to the best cook in town. - Cheers, salud!

Cheers.

You cut it pretty close with Payton. I.A. had you cold.

Yeah. Yeah. I know. They told me.

Listen, Cap...

- Thanks for covering for me. - We've never done that before,

but we got you out because you're a prime candidate for an elite assignment.

You can walk away anytime.

I can get you reassigned to homicide in another division.

Nobody'll ever hold it against you.

Well, Cap, I don't even know what this special assignment is yet.

I know.

I just didn't want you to feel that we had a gun to your head.

Talk to Vaughn. He'll lay the whole thing out for you.

But first

help me load up another ice chest.

- Yes, sir. - Hey, Bob, here we come!

Get out of the way. Here we come.

Come on, Bob. Get out of the way!

- Bobby, move your ass! - Yeah!

Hey, I know he's your boy, jefe,

but I don't think he's right for the squad.

You know, he's a grandstander. Likes to make the play himself.

We need a team player.

He wouldn't even be on the force if I.A.D. had their way.

I looked at his jacket.

Got almost 20 beefs.

Yeah. Most of them not sustained.

What's the problem?

Well, the rest of us managed to get on the

squad with only one or two scrapes with I.A.D.

Yeah, think of the squad, Dan. I mean, come on, man!

Every time we make a collar, we're in the frying pan, you know?

We need to do everything cleaner and better than the other cops.

Powers can't take orders...

Period.

A guy like that is gonna get somebody killed.

Better listen to Larson, Danny.

Look, I know the guy. I partnered with him when he was a cherry gold shield.

I'm telling you.

I trust him in a fire fight like I trust any one of you.

Look at his street record. He takes care of business.

Sounds like Powers is better for the squad than we are.

He kill his quota for two black guys yet?

This is the best gig I ever had.

We put away the bad guys.

I don't want anybody fucking it up.

Yeah, you know, Cusack's right for a change.

Hey, gracias, amigo.

Hey, bandejo,I said for a change, right?

We are the best of the best.

We give these repeat offenders a second chance, you know?

We give them a choice, they can either go to jail or leave town.

Or die trying.

Look, when I say he's a good man, I know what I'm talking about.

Back then, we were involved in a shooting.

And it went down the way it had to, but by the time I.A. shit all over it,

I could've kissed my pension goodbye.

The kid stood up for me, covered me.

He belongs here, people. He wants to try.

I want him on the team.

Hey, super cop.

There he is.

- Pretty good. - He's all yours.

Hey, boss. Cap said you'd fill me in.

Play a little game with me, amigo.

Okay, but won't your wife object?

Fuck you.

Imagine, being able to catch the perp,

gun in his hand, doing the crime,

every single bust you make.

Imagine the force being more interested

in putting away the bad guy

than covering their ass.

Oh, yeah, right. What have you been drinking?

Imagine a world where you can draw your weapon when you want

and you don't have to yell, "Police", till you pick your spot.

My imagination's not that good.

Doesn't have to be, kid. It's real.

I live in it every day.

Yo!

Bull's eye!

We're called S.I.S. Special Investigation Section. Come on! Let's go!

You met the guys. Now you're watching them work.

They're good. Wouldn't wanna have 'em against me.

That's the point. Let's go.

I'm not talking Klan bullshit. I'm not talking neo-Nazi bullshit.

We're not some fucking rogue outfit.

We're an official unit

operating under official department policy. Go!

We're hunter-trackers.

A ten-man squad working around-the-clock surveillance.

We target high-profile criminals,

track 'em until they commit another felony...

Just felonies?

No loose change.

We want to put these boys away for a long time...

A long time!

These are the pricks we're targeting now.

That's surveillance footage of Billy Nash.

He's casing the bank.

These are bad boys.

They rob banks, hurt people, that's their job.

- Our job's to stop 'em. - What, with pictures?

You're thinking like a beat cop, kid.

This is real surveillance.

Crooks like this develop. We follow 'em,

learn how they work, shut 'em down.

That's pretty intense. How many cases you guys work on at a time?

One... Till we put him away.

One?

Well, how come I never heard of the S.I.S. before?

We're low-profile, amigo.

Officially, the mayor doesn't even know we exist... Officially.

- You guys want me on this squad? - Yeah!

I don't know. Everybody's got me down as bad news.

I'm not exactly what you would call elite.

Ah, you been working with the wrong people, Jeff.

What used to get you in trouble will get you a round of beers with S.I.S.

Hey, Cap.

Is Vaughn making everything sound attractive, Powers?

Yeah. Oh, yeah! Where the fuck do I sign?

Hey, let's back up a minute.

This squad doesn't have any cowboys on it.

Can't afford the risk.

Now, I know your record, Jeff.

So do all the guys in the squad.

So if I let you in,

you better fly right.

We operate under strict guidelines.

Mistakes mean coming home in a bag.

Loud and clear, Cap.

If I fuck up here, it's not just my ass, I got a team depending on me.

You're right, Dan. I like him.

We got two rules in the S.I.S., Detective Powers.

We target the most dangerous criminals,

take those animals off the street for good.

Got it. What's the second rule?

We keep quiet.

Welcome to the S.I.S., Detective.

Thank you.

Thanks.

- I won't let you down. - All right.

- So you gonna work all night? - If you don't let me finish.

Three sentences, and this prostitution piece hits the late edition.

Whatever.

Still, it's nice to have someone to come home to.

You know, I don't mind being a house husband. Comma. You know what I mean?

Yeah. Don't start.

What? I didn't say anything... Not even Vegas.

No. We are not getting married.

You were the one who said we shouldn't have to choose

between our jobs and each other, and you were right.

I'm always right, I hate it.

I mean, it's tough enough as it is.

Do you know how hard it is for a crime reporter

to come home and listen to all the stuff that you bring home

and not use it in a story?

We made a deal, right?

Nothing leaves the room, that way we can blow off steam and not worry about it.

Mm-hm. Then explain Eddie Payton.

Who?

Oh, very smooth, Powers.

Eddie Payton, you know, the sick bastard you lost your badge over.

- Look... - Max told me that he left a message

so I could get some photos.

Nobody knew when they were gonna release Payton but...

Look...

Lo and behold, you were there and my answering machine was rewound.

He chops up little kids, Kelly.

Yes, he's a psychotic shit, Jeff.

That doesn't change what you did.

I'm sorry, okay?

I mean it. I... I crossed the line and it won't happen again.

Well...

I don't know if that's good enough.

Oh, yeah?

By the way, bright eyes,

I didn't lose my badge, I just got reassigned.

Where?

Kelly, do you really wanna talk shop now?

Where was I?

You were about to apologize my brains out.

Mm-hm.

Sheila, I'm home!

But you're not, are you?

Hey, baby. You miss me yet?

You wanna come back?

You even think about me?

I think about you, baby

every time I call the liquor locker

for another fucking delivery.

Remember that kid, Powers?

Just stuck my neck out for him.

Hope he makes it.

You never stuck your neck out for me.

What?

Oh, right! Right.

You couldn't live with it.

With what?

My life?

I miss you so bad...

So bad.

Sheila?

Come on home, honey.

Ooh.

I'll treat you good.

I'll treat you so good, baby.

Jesus, I miss you.

Mm.

Oh, Sheila.

Oh, baby, please come home.

All right, Vince, you know what, you gotta do what you doing, Vince?

- I got the door. - You got the door? What you doing, Mary?

I'm doing everything, baby. You can just stay in the car.

Well, you better make sure your ass get the cash, you know what I'm saying?

Okay, Center to Quarterback, ball is headed your way.

Repeat, ball is headed your way.

Copy, center. Quarterback has the ball.

Ooh!

Billy Nash. Ugly as a knife!

Yeah, that's them.

I make five.

Here we go.

You run the computer on these guys, boss?

Not our job, amigo. We track 'em and sack' em.

Punch 'em up, kid.

Yes, sir.

Hey, man, why does she have to come along anyway?

She's my bitch. I'll take care of her.

Hey, man. You make sure you keep Daisy's ass planted in the back seat.

She'll be cool, man. Just knock it off.

Nash has an outstanding felony rap in Texas.

Assault and battery.

We can bag him right now and move on to the next bad buy.

Fuck Texas.

Hand 'em over to Texas, they'll be out and back in L.A. in six months.

We'll have to do this shit all over again.

Hey, Mike, you okay?

You look like you partied a little hard last night, buddy.

I can handle it, Dan.

Looks like they're slowing down to check out the bank.

Just a bunch of bright-eyed kids looking to open up that first account.

Fullback, this is Quarterback. Pick up the ball.

Roger that, Quarterback. Fullback has the ball.

Listen. I'm gonna circle back around.

Roger that. Center has the ball.

Hey, you make sure you get the cash. Bitch, quit running your mouth.

So how do you know they're gonna do it?

I don't, kid. They got an MO.

Steal a car, use at the bank,

and switch back to their own.

If they steal a car, hotshot, we know it's showtime.

Last few minutes are always the longest.

Park the damn car, Johnny. Come on!

Rock and roll!

Center to team, the ball is in play. Repeat, the ball is in play.

Maroon Lincoln. We will carry the ball to the end zone.

We have five players on the visiting team.

Copy, Center. Quarterback moving in. Close off the back doors.

Ready to go in, kid?

- Now? Nash isn't even here yet. - Surprise, surprise.

I don't know.

Sounds a little like entrapment to me, you know, boss?

We're not asking them to rob the fucking bank. We just know they will.

Let's go save some lives.

Mike, give Angel some backup. I don't want that Lincoln getting away.

Hey, buddy. Get your head out of your ass.

Dan, look. There's too many fucking people in that bank. Somebody's gonna get killed.

I don't have time for this shit. You want out or you wanna do your fucking job?

Yeah. All right. I'm in.

- You see hardware, don't wait for me. - Copy that, boss.

Bet you lunch Nash takes Mary in, baby and all.

Oh, shit. You still owe me from the Steelers game.

Double or nothing.

Okay, but not McDonald's.

If these guys weren't so fucking scary, they'd be funny.

The loco system, huh?

Hitting a bank on a Friday afternoon.

Sounds like something your homeboys would do, bendejo.

Hey, Cusack, it's against regulations

to make racial remarks against your fellow officers,

you inbred, white trash motherfucker.

You through trashing my family and ready for these guys, grease ball?

I was born ready, gringo.

We'll make this quick. We'll be in and out.

You chickenshit me, boy, and I'll hunt you down.

Come on, man. I'm gonna break my fucking water out here.

Don't lose the baby, sugar.

Shit, Nash never takes three of 'em.

Vaughn's a man short.

Doesn't matter. Our gig's the Lincoln, anyway.

Besides, Vaughn'll say two against three just sharpens his edge.

Let's do it.

- Wait for my cue, huh? - Yeah, baby.

Daisy, put that down! Nash'll get pissed.

Now, Mary.

Everybody down!

- Get down! - Police, freeze!

Let's get the fuck out of here!

Go, go!

Si, si, si!

All units in the vicinity, we have a 211 in progress

at the Bank Of America.

Dispatch, cancel 211. Repeat. Wild fire on scene.

Mary!

Stay down!

Police! Show me your hands! Put your hands on the dash!

Hands on the dash!

Johnny!

There's a kid in the car!

No, don't!

Everybody, stay down! Stay on the floor!

I'll call an ambulance.

Hey, Larson, don't touch the crime scene, man.

What are you doing, hermano?

I didn't see nothing.

That's where it would be if we were slow.

Oh, Jesus!

Empty.

- The fucking gun was empty! - Take it easy.

Why the fuck did you do that, huh?

Why the fuck did you do that, you stupid fuck?

- Lloyd! - The fucking gun was empty!

Hey! Cool it, man.

Jesus, look at this! Look!

- Take it easy. - She's just a fucking little girl!

- Take it easy. - Not out here!

You fucking tell me why we didn't arrest them?

- Not out here. Not out here! - Why?

Don't you fucking move! Don't move!

Put it down. Think about it.

Think about it.

Dan...

I...

I just can't do this anymore, man.

I... I just want out. That's all I want.

Mike.

- Get him in the fucking car! - Get him in the car!

Get him out of here.

Get him the hell out of here.

All you guys, get out of here.

Come on, let's clean up this shit. Go on, move!

Roger, we copy!

Let's move it!

Kelly Daniels, LA Chronicle. Can I talk to her?

She's in bad shape. It's like a war zone in there.

- It's lucky more cops didn't get hit. - They were inside the bank?

Yeah, and this lady's gonna be inside the morgue if we don't move.

- Captain Keller. - Kelly, this is a secure area, all right?

Then can I have some help here?

Same ol' Kelly. Fastest scanner in the west.

That's right, Bill. What do you...

Listen, give me a few minutes, will ya? I'm not even up to speed yet.

Well, what do you have so far?

All I know is, we've got five bad guys down, one guard, one civvy.

Five down and it's an officer-involved shooting?

Captain?

Bill?

Call me in my office. I'll get back to you later.

Your office?

Bill, what's the deal?

Excuse me, can I ask you a few questions?

I'm sorry, ma'am. Ask the officer in charge.

Uh, Kelly Daniels, LA Chronicle.

Thought I knew most of the plainclothes guys around here.

You're a new face, Detective...

You really should refer your questions to the officer in charge, ma'am.

Oh, I thought you were in charge.

You sure shut Bill Keller down in a hurry.

Mind telling me why there were officers inside the bank?

Please speak to the officer in charge.

I'm not gonna say it again.

Are you IA? Feds? Intelligence?

Have a very nice day.

Okay, let me see what you got, Larson.

Okay, let me see.

Larson, let me see what you got, please.

Shit! God damn it, Larson! That's three times in a row, man.

When are you guys gonna start to learn to play with fifties?

Yeah, listen to him.

Guy gets lucky three times, he wants to raise the stakes.

Hey, jefe, what's with Powers?

He's finding his balance.

- What's his problem? - Hey, hot shot, remember your first time?

I was wonderful.

Yeah, you were cleaning puke off your boots for a week, cowboy.

I remember that.

You all right, amigo?

Yeah, sure, why not?

Well, we went through some heavy shit today.

You didn't even try to arrest them.

That's right.

I saw a threat and answered with necessary force.

Yeah, but you didn't even identify yourself.

No, you did. Almost got yourself capped.

Yeah.

You know, we go a long way back.

I don't wanna have to cover for you again, not after all this time.

What? Should I have waited for them to take a hostage, or shoot the guard?

You're right.

You're right.

Come on, have a drink with the guys.

- I just didn't expect to kill them all. - That's the job.

We might look like scumbags, but we're the best there is.

- Oh, yeah. - Plus, we'll be watching your back.

He's right, amigo. So you better be nice to us.

Nice to you? Diane will be nice to you. Here, I got the next round.

Oh, great.

Hey, Richie, I want a Cuba libre, man.

And put some Cuba in it this time, okay?

- I'll have a scotch, baby. - Three beers.

All right, deal me in.

I like the new kid.

Kid? Jesus Christ, with this kid shit.

Hey! Hey! Hey, open up!

Oh, that's life, amigo.

Ah, it's all bullshit.

Nice night!

I'm gonna have to go into training if I'm gonna drink with you guys.

Hey, baby, you're home late.

- And you've had a few. - A couple.

- So, were you working late on a story? - Maybe, I don't know.

Who was that guy you came out of the bar with?

That was Detective Dan...

How do you know?

I met him at the B of A shooting.

He walked around the crime scene like he owned the place,

shut down one of my best department sources,

and then he wouldn't even tell me his name.

What are you... Are you spying on me?

No, I'm spying on Vaughn.

I would like to know how you're connected to him.

You're starting to sound an awful lot like a reporter here.

I am a reporter, Jeff!

Not with me, remember? Nothing leaves the room, right?

Well, something just came into the room. Seven victims.

Seven victims, no arrests, just seven body bags.

Five perpetrators. Get your facts straight.

And your drinking buddy

wants to keep a lid on it.

Look, if I don't ask, Jeff, the paper's just gonna send somebody else to do it.

Fine, Kelly. Let 'em. Then I can tell them to go to hell

- without ruining my life. - Oh, come on, Jeff!

Look, I got an early briefing in the morning.

I'll just sleep on the couch, okay?

All right, gentlemen, park 'em.

Let's get down to business.

Old business...

The I.A. and the O.I.S. have ruled the bank shooting was clean.

There will be no further inquiries.

- I'd like to ask a question, if I may? - Huh?

Maybe I'll wait till later.

I'll wait till later.

I understand from the hospital that...

Detective Lloyd will be okay.

But he may not be returning 'cause he's considering retirement.

Which is a good time to mention that stress

is as real a hazard on this job as gunfire. So don't macho it out.

If you feel uptight, come and see me.

The department can help. Okay, concluding old business...

Oh, yeah, now I remember what I wanna talk about.

I wanna talk about my promotion, pay raise, the pension,

the many things that have been promised me over the years that I never really got...

Hey, I got your raise, all right? I got your raise.

Continuing...

Detective Sergeant Jeff Powers has been officially partnered

with Dan Vaughn on a permanent basis.

Hey, hey, hey!

All right, gentlemen, new business.

After a brief 18-month vacation,

at taxpayer's expense,

Alberto Torres,

Raymond Chavez, and Luis Herrera

have been returned to the streets of LA.

Obviously, you all remember them.

Well, we made a few mistakes the last time we took them down.

Yeah, we left them breathing.

Cusack, the wrong person hears a joke like that and this section will be all done.

This isn't some third-world death squad. Secure that crap!

Gentlemen...

What we have here are three serial rapists,

specializing in ambushing young girls in their van.

We know they rape. They brag about it in prison.

But the best we've gotten them on is battery

because nobody caught them in the act.

Their victims

are too scared to testify. So...

Misters Torres, Chavez, and Herrera

are out again

looking for a good time.

Let's give them more than they bargained for.

All right, dismissed.

Powers!

Vaughn tells me you've been dating a crime reporter.

Yeah. Yeah, uh...

Don't worry about that, Cap. You know, we don't talk shop.

Well, I don't like it.

Remember, we work in a low-profile around here.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Don't worry, Cap. He won't shit where he eats.

Vaughn, I want Torres and his crew.

I've got a daughter of my own.

So when you take them down this time,

make it stick.

Loud and clear, Cap.

Loud and clear.

Hey, there's some puta there.

She's too fucking old, man! Let's get something fresh. You know what I mean, man?

Give me that, man. What do you think, you're sucking on my dick?

Fuck you, man! You wish your dick tasted this good.

Hey, how do you know what dick tastes like?

Fuck you too, man!

Hey, what are we doing, talking about vergas?

I want me some Mexican puss.

Give me the joint, man.

Homeboy's smoking crack like it was a sport.

Loose change, amigo.

We want these assholes going down hard.

- You got a laser sight on that thing? - Yeah.

You need somebody to draw you a map to the target, boss?

It's fucking dark. I'm not that good.

Hey, hey, hey. Check out the chocolate mousse.

The fucking mousse!

She's got a nice ass, man.

Alberto, my man, what was wrong with her? I thought she was cute.

They're hunting, we're hunting, everybody's hunting.

Welcome to the barrio buffet.

Take a look at these scabs, man.

So when do you think these cuties are gonna score, huh?

They're gonna score soon.

And this time, there's gonna be no plea-bargaining.

Let's just make sure we get 'em before they get across the border again.

We'll get 'em.

I want me a nice, young, sweet senorita, man. That's what I fucking want.

There's all kinds of senoritas.

Then let's get down to business, okay?

All right, all right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's it. That's it.

- Make a right, right here. Right here. - All right, we'll take a right.

Let's park in that alley.

He's turning. Game time, right?

Yeah. Team, this is Quarterback.

He's opened the store. Set up a drop play.

We're looking for a spot. We'll be right there.

You just hang on. Hang on.

Hi. Nice evening, huh?

Listen, I know you're busy and you gotta go.

No, no. I gotta go.

- I know. I'm trying to sell this jewelry. - I don't need any jewelry.

Look at this guy.

Can you believe this?

Look at this puta, man. He's fucking with his own barrio girls.

So what do you care, Angel?

You're not Mexican, you're Cuban.

I'll explain it to you later, Cusack.

I think we got him, amigo. I think we got him.

Bring your mom and sister. They can check it out.

- Here we go. - Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.

Just wait.

No!

Hey, listen to me! Listen to me. Shut up.

I don't wanna hear that shit! Shut the fuck up!

You hear me? Shut up.

Get on or get out of the way, man!

Hey, get the fuck outside.

Get the fuck outside and wait your turn!

This is not a fucking show! Get outside!

now! Both of you!

Jesus Christ, Dan, come on.

We want felony rape. Airtight.

Stop!

Shut up!

Listen, man, I can't sit here and watch this go down.

Jeff, get back in the fucking car!

What're you gonna do, boss?

Write me up for stopping a rape?

The fuck is he doing?

He's showboating, man. He's moving out ahead of us without backup. Come on!

Shut up!

- Give it up! - Shut up!

You wanna fuck with me?

Back the fuck up!

Back off, you assholes! I'm warning you.

I'm walking out of here.

You're not going anywhere with the girl, man. Let her go.

Man, I'll do her.

- Don't fuck with me. - Hey, hey. Look at me, homes.

I'm trying to save you, man. You got cops all around you.

You pull that trigger, your mama won't recognize you.

Huh?

Now, come on, let the girl go

and put the heat down, ese.

Better to live than die, huh?

That's it.

That's it, come on. Come on.

I had him, boss! I had him! Why the fuck did you do that?

It wouldn't have happened if you'd followed orders, asshole!

But he killed the girl! You killed her!

So what? They won't be raping any more women, will they?

- Yeah, especially not that one. - Now, that's a fact.

Jeff, it was righteous! He had a fucking gun at the girl's head!

I can handle anything I.A. wants to throw at us!

That is not the fucking point! This is not about I.A.!

All right, cut the shit!

We don't wanna discuss this in front of the whole fucking city, do we?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

This is a crime scene. You can't come in here. Excuse me.

Huh? You wanna get cut from the team, man? Huh?

Look, I like you, all right?

Be smart. That way you'll stick around, okay?

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

No... Yes, I... I already talked to them and they sent me to you.

You mean to tell me you don't even know

where your own officers are assigned?

Well, I'll shout if I damn well want to!

Caffeine bothering you?

I'm not in the mood, Max.

I've got this spooky cop, Vaughn, stonewalling me on a major shooting.

No one will give me a thing.

LAPD... They won't even tell me where he's assigned.

It's not finished. Here.

Well, if you can't ask the shooters, why don't you

ask the guy who got shot.

They're dead, Max. I'm a reporter. I notice these things.

And dead people go to the morgue

where a lot of people look 'em over.

I notice things, too. That's why I'm an editor.

The morgue. It was staring me right in... Thanks, Max.

What the fuck happened out there?

The press is saying you watched a rape.

Wanna tell me about it?

Yes, sir. Nothing to tell.

We followed the perps, they snatched a girl,

we moved in, they heard us, Torres freaked and wasted her.

We took them all down, resisting. End of story.

That the way you see it?

How about you living up to your rep?

City Council's gonna grill you like top sirloin.

I've worked too many years to see this squad burned by some political jerk-off.

You know what a good soldier is?

Yeah. Yeah, I sure do. Someone who doesn't break ranks.

Try being one. You'll last longer.

Don't sweat the city council, kid.

You'll do the right thing.

Oh, man.

You still got a good punch.

I told you, I'm done covering for you, man.

What are you going to tell 'em?

I wish the fuck I knew.

I mean, how can you just sit there, Dan, and watch crimes go down?

Whatever happened to "protect and serve, huh"?

If there was no S.I.S., the crimes would happen anyway.

Yeah, but we watched a girl get raped last night, man.

I can't handle that!

I don't know, Jeff.

Maybe I lost it with Torres.

God knows, I didn't want that girl hurt.

Maybe I lose it sometimes.

Sheila left me about a month ago.

She said she couldn't live with what I do.

Maybe I jumped the gun. I don't know.

I do know those three fuckers will never

hurt anyone again.

I took the shot.

If it's wrong, I have to live with it. That's the job.

You'll do good, kid. I trust you.

See you in the council room, partner.

Can we get these moved out of the way here?

Put them in here, would you?

- Oh. - You new here?

Does it show?

Only the new ones wanna puke.

Doesn't smell like medical school, does it?

What do you need?

Uh, we... we lost the paperwork on...

Torres... Gunshot, uh, wound.

You mean Vaughn gunshot wound...

Multiple rounds, close range.

If the poor S.O.B. had lived, he'd have lead poisoning.

Vaughn gunshot... That sounds like a German injury.

Good. You got a sense of humor.

Of course, we got a pretty tough audience here.

No, Vaughn is the shooter.

We get his work all the time here.

I hear they save the real bad guys for the S.I.S.

Of course...

I wouldn't know the difference. They all look the same to me.

S.I.S., right. Um...

- Secret... - Special Investigation Section.

So what else do you need? Come here.

I'll show you something. Come on.

Cause is multiple gunshot trauma, some in the back.

Is this Vaughn's work, too?

Oh, yeah, sure. Come on. I'll show you something.

What's the S.I.S. for, doc?

- The S.I.S... What's its assignment? - Why do you ask?

- Who are you? - Listen, doc.

I'm gonna take another look for that report. Thanks!

Okay, let's try "multiple gunshot wounds, Vaughn."

Vaughn and Larson, all right.

Here we go.

Oh, God. Innocent civilians.

Oh, Jeff.

Oh, Jeff, don't do this to me.

They follow the crook frequently for weeks.

And they don't touch him until he does a crime.

That's Special Investigation Section... S.I.S.

But they want it airtight.

So they wait and sit by and watch the crime happen.

Max, people are beaten, terrorized, and the cops are outside watching.

And look. Look at this.

More than half the time, they kill the suspect

with multiple shots, frequently in the back.

Let's pretend I run a newspaper. Give me the short version.

Okay, okay. They're a death squad.

An officially-sanctioned hit team.

They target crooks

and wait until they can kill the bad guys with impunity.

Well, shit, Kelly. That's a mouthful.

There's nothing else that makes sense, Max.

They're ultra-secret. Nobody in the LAPD will even talk to them.

And they've killed more perps per officer than any other squad.

More than SWAT! This is page one. You gotta run it, Max.

- Okay, I'll run it... - Oh, great!

When you get a corroborating source on record,

a person inside the department,

Somebody I can point to when Legal Services comes to visit my ass.

Oh, come on, Max!

You want me to accuse the LAPD of assassination

with no backup?

What would you do in my shoes, huh, Kelly?

I'd probably chicken out, too, Max.

Jeff, I'm glad I caught you.

Look, Kelly, I need to go.

He was high on crack.

He took a hostage. Anything could've happened.

He killed the hostage, and I opened fire before he could shoot anyone else.

I only wish I'd shot earlier. I might have saved that young girl.

Thank you, Detective.

Thank you. We all understand how difficult it is for you...

Ask his partner.

Is that the way it went, Detective Powers?

Councilman Smith, please direct your questions to the chair.

Do you agree with Detective Vaughn, Detective Powers?

Yes, sir.

- I agree. - Thank you.

If we're through wasting time, let's move on.

We've all seen the squad's arrest record.

It's very impressive. Tell us...

How do you do it?

Yes, sir. We're the department's secret weapon against repeat violent offenders.

We follow hardened criminals, keeping them under surveillance

until we catch them in the act.

We draw a line in the city, Councilman.

We take the worst of the worst off the streets, period.

Start asking the hard questions!

You're an LAPD flunky, Taylor. Ask him about Powers!

He's been on IA's list for years.

- Brutality, illegal search... - Councilman.

- Weapons violation... - Dismissed.

This is a dangerous man.

Yes, sir.

I am.

I'm a danger to every repeat offender out there

thinking about committing a crime.

The criminals make the rules on the street. Not us. We just react.

The S.I.S

lets us fight back on a level playing field.

I'll stack my arrest record against anyone's. I get the job done.

Councilman Smith, you get out of order one more...

You wanna know what's out of order?

Joe Taylor running a police inquiry.

I mean, you're in bed with every police charity this side of Pomona.

This entire council knows it.

What about Rosa Rodrigues, huh, Detective Vaughn?

The young lady that Torres raped while your heroes sat back and watched?

Tell me, Detective, what kind of police officer watches

a young girl get raped?

Would you be happy if the S.I.S. hadn't been there, Mr. Smith?

Would you rather have Torres rape someone else's daughter tonight?

Maybe yours?

I'm deeply sorry about that young girl. Deeply, deeply sorry.

Until you put on a badge, you don't know what it's like.

But we took down three serial rapists.

Three monsters who won't hurt anyone again.

You want to ask the hard questions, ask yourself,

are you on the side of crime or justice?

Thank you, Detective. Please.

- Hey, Joe. How're you doing? - Hi, Kelly. How are you?

Good. Was that meeting about the S.I.S.?

No, just personnel matters, Kelly.

Councilman Smith is saying you're part of

police department damage control. Any comment?

You should take that up with Mr. Smith.

- Councilman Smith... - Hey, Kelly. No comment.

Oh, Katrina, you have a second?

Whoo! Beautiful.

This makes up for that evening.

Welcome to the team, Powers. You're a good man.

- Proud of ya. - Thanks, Cap.

Thanks, Jeff.

I didn't do it for you, Dan.

No, you did it for yourself,

and you protected the team.

As long as you take care of us, we'll take care of you. You can count on it.

Nice going, kid.

Hi.

I'm leaving, Kelly.

I don't know for how long.

Out of town?

No.

Just out of here.

Things are getting complicated.

You're asking too many questions, okay?

It's making my job very hard.

It could get dangerous for me.

Things are happening, things that you wouldn't understand.

Things like the S.I.S.?

And the Torres shooting?

I understand.

No.

No, you don't.

You don't even know what you're talking about.

Jeff, I know you were involved in the bank shooting.

I saw your picture.

Look me in the eye, and tell me I'm wrong.

Listen, Kelly...

I've never asked you to give anything up for me, have I?

Well, I'm asking now.

Drop this story. Hand it off to someone else for me, okay? Please.

- Jeff, I can't. It's not just the story... - Yeah, right.

Jeff, you're not a cop anymore. You're a hitman.

You follow criminals and kill them. You watch crimes happen.

You let innocent people get hurt!

Why? Why, so you can call it a righteous shoot?

Would you care as much about this if it wasn't a page-one story, huh?

- Hit me, Richie. - You sure, Jeff?

Yeah, I'm sure.

What's the problem tonight?

It's none of your business.

It's none of my fucking business, either, for that matter.

Okay.

Keep it coming.

Don't start, Larson.

- You're late. - I know, I know. I'm sorry, Captain.

All right, gentlemen.

This one's stamped urgent.

What we have are two armed robbers

on the streets who have held up five bars

in the last three weeks.

Bobby Lewis and Mark Franklin.

Rob upscale beach hangouts.

The Rolex, Champagne Group.

They usually hit around happy hour when the till is full.

Now, we got a tip they just moved into the Venice Beach area.

Our informant says that they've made some new friends,

and they're getting ready to push their luck again.

We've narrowed down their targets to three marina bars.

I think it's time we stepped in, changed it.

Vaughn, I want your boys to stake out three locations down there.

- Understood? - Yes, sir. Understood.

All right. Be alert, gentlemen.

People are watching on this one.

These the background clips I asked for?

Look at me, huh?

I'm... I'm an editor.

I'm not your copy boy.

Besides, your list isn't even current.

One of the cops, Mike Lloyd, retired.

You just gave me my informed source, Max. I could almost kiss you.

"Almost"?

Yes. Mike Lloyd in Los Angeles.

Yeah?

Detective Lloyd, it's Kelly Daniels, LA Chronicle.

- I'd like to talk to you. - About what?

About the S.I.S.

Do you want more people to die, Mike?

Every day that you don't tell the truth, you're helping them.

You're helping them.

I know what happened at the bank.

Talk to me, Mike.

I'm sorry.

I just didn't want that little girl to die.

Shit, there's a kid in the car!

No!

So you really think these surfer dudes are gonna start killing people?

Whoa! He's talking to me again.

You've been acting like I stood you up for prom night.

Fuck you.

Had a little shit in my life lately, you know?

What, your woman?

Yeah, we kind of broke up, sort of.

- Oh, she threw you out. - Listen, just drop it, okay?

Seriously, man. I don't think these kids are killers.

You take a look at their jacket?

They kid around with their victims. They tell bad jokes.

I don't see 'em shooting.

Yeah, things go wrong, people get into shit.

- It happens. - Yeah, tell me about it.

You disobey orders today, Jeff, I'll kick your fucking ass.

Ooh.

Mr. Lloyd?

Hello?

Detective, it's Kelly Daniels from the paper.

Mr. Lloyd?

Don't! No!

Visiting team is on the field.

Larson, you got the cutup on the jeep.

You got the cutup on the jeep, Larson. Copy?

We got 'em.

Hey, bro.

So what do you wanna do?

I don't like it.

San Diego's cooler.

Around here, the cops can really screw with you.

Maybe we should just book out of here.

No, no. Bobby, you gotta stop sweating, man.

Cops aren't gonna bother us, dude, 'cause we're white.

I don't know, bro. We know the bars in SD.

Up here, it's a different scene.

What are you, collecting pussy points today? It's a yuppie beach bar, dude.

Endzone, this is Quarterback. How's your view?

Not bad. The girls look pretty good in here.

Don't see 'em yet. Where are they?

Let's get rich.

Surf's up, dudes.

Yo, dude, hang out at the door, all right?

Don't fall asleep out here.

You know, Powers, I don't think

they're as good-looking as you said they were.

No, no, no, Cusack. I said that you were good-looking.

By the way, that's a fabulous shirt you're wearing.

Good afternoon, crime victims.

Welcome to the Mark and Bobby Show.

You're all about to get robbed by the best-looking thieves on the street.

They're here. They're here. The shit's going down.

Get ready. Get ready.

Ball is in play. Ball is in play. Everybody be ready.

Wait till they hit the street. Don't let them get to the jeep.

- Copy that, Larson? - I got that, chief.

Don't forget the Ginsu knives, the steak knives, and the apple magician.

- All right. - And your watch.

This is a real comedy team.

Hey, fuck the Rolexes. Take the babe.

- Can I have your phone number? - No!

Never hurts to ask, right?

These guys don't look bad enough to hurt anybody.

I gotta get off the air. They're as good-looking.

Angel, watch your ass!

Hey, Chilly Willy. What you got there, pal?

Hey, listen.

You take whatever you want, okay?

Cool Walkman.

Yeah, yeah. Have it.

You wouldn't hurt me, would you, kid?

Come on out, boys.

Come on out and play with us. Do not fuck with anybody.

Thanks for the capital gains, folks. See you later.

You guys have a very pleasant day and don't get sunburn.

Freeze! Police!

Angel's down!

Angel!

Jesus Christ!

Get out of the way!

- Police! - Get over here!

I got the jeep!

Move! Move! Move!

Come on, man!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Hey!

- They're fucking history! - Yeah, split up!

See you on the other side, bro.

Police! Clear!

Come on, Mark. Don't make it any worse for yourself, man.

Stay there. Stay there.

Give me your hand.

Spread 'em.

This is a pellet gun.

I could've killed you, you little shit!

Freeze!

Drop the weapon!

- All right. - Drop the fucking weapon!

You win.

You win. Gave you a hell of a run, though, huh?

Worked off a few doughnuts.

What are you laughing at, asshole?

Well, I know something you don't know.

You don't have shit on me.

Robbery. Assault with a deadly weapon.

Oh, man! You fucked up, dude.

You got the wrong guys.

How do you kill somebody with a pellet gun, huh?

It's a toy, dude.

We're just out making a little money and having a little fun.

You're still going away.

Well, maybe to summer camp, but that's about it, dude.

I'm 17.

- What? - I'm a juvie, scrote.

Maybe I'll go and do a little freeway cleaning for a week,

but then I'll be out cleaning cash registers again.

Oh, Christ. Seventeen.

That's a toy? Let me see that thing.

Vaughn!

Ah, shit, it's a pellet pistol.

Dumb kid pulled it on me.

You saw the whole thing, right, amigo?

Right, boss. The whole thing.

Don't get weird on me now, Jeff.

Just stay away from me, Vaughn.

You really wanna take me on over this piece of shit?

Come on, Jeff.

The sick little fuck would've been out in three weeks if we'd let him go.

Let him go?

You never had any intention of letting him go. You never let anybody go.

It's your word against mine, kid.

Don't fuck with me, Jeff.

Do not fuck with me, Jeff!

Hey, Cap.

You got something to say to me?

Yeah. Look, I had a beef with Vaughn and I couldn't let it slide.

Officially, you bring a grievance to my attention,

the straight answer is you work it out with your partner.

Well, obviously that means you're not gonna do anything about it.

Cap...

I saw him shoot that kid in cold blood.

You know what kinda damage you could do to the squad talking like that?

The squad? Is that all you care about? What about the truth, huh?

What about what went down?

Hey, chin up, Powers. It was a righteous shoot.

I never saw Vaughn mess up yet.

A lovers' quarrel, boys?

People are starting to talk, amigo.

You better make up your mind which side you're on.

Remember, you fuck me, you fuck the badge.

Nobody's gonna care about your reasons.

How long you been getting away with murder... boss?

You say something like that outside this room,

I'll bury you.

Worry about your future, amigo.

Not mine.

Michael Lloyd cared about this city.

He cared about the people who live here.

And even though he didn't die in the line of duty,

he was still a victim of these streets.

When he died,

Mike Lloyd was an officer in this department,

he was a member of this team.

He will always be a member of this team.

Kelly?

I heard you were there.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Did Mike, uh...

No.

How many more people have to die, Jeff, before someone comes clean?

Please.

No.

I will not go on record, Kelly. I have to handle this my way.

You wanna protect the department,

but you don't care if they turn LA into Beirut.

You don't care when they become

the judge, the jury, and the executioner.

Maybe I missed something, but when exactly did we abolish

the constitution of the United States

so we could protect the damn department?

They're not gonna protect you, Jeff.

Lieutenant Devlin, you got a minute?

Powers, you decide to turn yourself in for the greater good?

I... I need your help.

I wouldn't piss in your mouth if your teeth were on fire.

What if I brought you a case? Hmm?

A capital case.

A detective gunning down an unarmed perp

in cold blood. How'd that be, huh?

- Witnesses? - Yeah.

Yeah, right in front of you.

Okay, you got my attention. Who's the shooter?

Dan Vaughn, my partner.

S.I.S.

I should have known that's where you'd end up.

Okay, you can fill out the forms.

I can't promise you anything.

What do you mean, fill out the forms?

I'm talking about a murder here.

Do you know how many officer-involved shootings

there are in a year?

Only a few of 'em ever get recommended for prosecution.

It's an uphill battle.

Yeah, well, a minute ago, you were loaded for bear.

Internal affairs specializes in corruption.

Cops taking payoffs and running scams.

Shootings are not our bread and butter.

You're afraid of the S.I.S.

You're fucking chickenshit.

I'm doing my job!

You're not doing your job. You're covering your ass.

You know, you're so fucking self-righteous when you're trying to bury me.

But I bring you somebody with juice like Vaughn,

all of a sudden, you know, you're thinking about your pension.

You know, you're pathetic.

You give me the fucking paperwork

so nobody can say you turned me away. Well, fuck you!

Fuck you.

I'm fucked, lady.

This is the testimony of Detective Sergeant Jeff Powers.

Um...

I was recruited into the...

Special Investigation Section by my former partner,

Dan Vaughn.

Uh, Vaughn was... was my first partner

when I graduated from the academy.

Uh...

I'd like to make it clear that... that

not every cop is a bad cop.

That's... That this squad did not start out to be a bad squad.

We had the best of intentions. We, uh...

We were supposed to be an elite unit.

We were supposed to take the worst of the worst off the street.

Yet somewhere along the line, that... that changed.

Yeah. Vaughn here.

Have you seen the papers, the TV?

Shit, Dan, we've been blown sky-high.

Powers has fucked us six ways to Sunday.

Jeff.

You don't have to do this.

Yeah, I do.

I'm not gonna run from Vaughn for the rest of my life.

- Be back in a minute. - Okay.

S.I.S. has conducted themselves appropriately.

They're not putting the public in jeopardy.

They are the elite, the cream of the crop,

and they're being characterized as executioners and criminals in their own right,

which we vehemently deny.

Of course we have a Special Investigations Unit.

Unique and violent criminals need specially trained officers to deal with them.

Not only for our safety, but for theirs.

Gentlemen, there is a definite bias in the press.

Our medal of valor winners get one inch...

Vaughn.

If you don't think that's of special interest,

I don't know what is.

You're finished, Powers.

- You're through. - That's why I came over here.

So I could look you in the eye and quit.

- It's over. - Over?

It ain't even started, cocksucker.

You can't fuck me.

You think I fucked you? The paper's just a start.

I'm gonna tell anybody who will listen,

'cause I'm the LAPD, amigo,not you.

You're just a fucking field officer for a motherfucking death squad.

No! Stop it!

How does it feel, asshole? Huh? How does it feel?

Jeff!

What is this? Huh?

Is this all you know?

Go for it, kid.

Go for it, come on!

Then I'd be just like you.

I quit.

It doesn't mean dick!

Hey! Nobody gives a fuck what the papers say!

- Are you okay? - Uh...

- Yeah. For the first time. - It doesn't mean dick!

Nobody reads the fucking papers!

Hey!

They want us! They want the S.I.S.!

They want us to do what we do!

Nobody cares, amigo!

They want the fucking scum off the street!

They don't give a shit how we do it!

They don't care!

They love us, man!

Don't you understand?

They all fuckin' love us!