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[***]

NARRATOR: In this city, you're nothin'

unless you're part of something better than yourself.

I joined a gang when I was 10 years old.

I loved being a gangsta.

I loved my barrio.

Maybe that's why I became a cop.

With that power came responsibility.

With responsibility came opportunity.

And with opportunity came corruption.

It was like the plague. Everybody got sick.

[***]

Hey, hold up, Salim. Chill out. There's somebody comin'.

There's nothin' to see out here, sir.

Go back inside.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Salim, kick back, homey. S-- Salim.

You want a gun in your hand and a bullet in your head too?

Oh, you don't fuckin' hear me?

I'm-a shoot you in your motherfuckin' face!

I'll hit you in your motherfuckin' head!

Salim, damn it. Salim!

[***]

[SIRENS WAILING]

Undercover. Undercover.

POLICE: Put your hands up in the air.

Undercover. Undercov--

[***]

NARRATOR: I didn't give a fuck about killing two gangsters.

That was our mission.

They were our quota.

Those were our orders.

I believed in what I did.

I believed in protecting the people

from the dirt on the streets.

I believed there was a difference

between us and them.

But man or animal...

there are some lines we should not cross.

And my partner killed an innocent man.

Still...

...I never thought I'd be a rat.

I love my partner like a brother.

And I love my unit like my own family.

But after that night, I had changed.

[HORN HONKS]

I didn't have a choice.

My conscience was takin' care of that.

I know. I know it's a cliché, but...

they taste so good-- Do you want one?

Why the hell you rollin' up on me at my crib?

I think it's best we talk in person, so hop in.

We need something else.

We need your partner to corroborate your testimony.

Nah, he ain't gonna roll.

We need you to talk to him.

Look, I'll take a poly, I'll do whatever it takes.

Won't fly in court. You know that.

And one more finger-pointin' rat will.

Some finger-pointin'...

a little name-calling...

should do the trick.

There some reason you don't want him comin' in with ya?

He knows what you're doin'...

maybe he'll change his mind.

[STARTS ENGINE]

Today's the day.

[STARTS ENGINE]

Guys like me are what we always were...

[***]

Expendable.

[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

WOMAN: Elijah, did you clean your room this morning?

No. Go clean it.

Okay. All right. Thank you.

Girl [ON TV]: Feed us. We're starving.

[HORN HONKS]

[HONKS HORN]

I gotta go.

MAN [ON TV]: Oh, what am I supposed to eat?

We don't have any food for a sandwich.

My son, motherfuckin' superhero.

Catch any bad guys lately? Hm?

[SILLY, SINISTER MUSIC ON TV]

Early tomorrow morning... What's this?

You will take the children to the forest,

where it is thickest, and leave them there to die.

[THUNDER CRASHES] [SPEAKS IN SPANISH, LAUGHS]

Turn that shit off. Baby.

Yeah.

His momma's coming to pick him up.

[SIGHS]

That bitch? ELIJAH: Daddy, don't go.

Hope she gonna be on time this time.

Don't forget your lunch.

[***]

[CREAKING]

[DOOR SHUTS]

[MUTTERS] Fuckin' asshole.

[LAUGHING]

[EFFEMINATELY] Can I suck your dick, Officer Sancho?

Go put your uniform on. Come on, dog.

Tsk. Why you think we gotta bitch up to them IA fucks?

Fifteen to life a good enough reason?

Not to wear them fag suits.

You really want me to wear that shit?

I ain't getting' in that ride with you lookin' like that, man.

[SIGHS]

I ain't doin' it.

Tsk. Man... Take a bullet for you, cuz, but this shit?

Punk-ass motherfucker.

You owe me, cuz.

You heard me? [HINGES CREAK]

Excuse me, sir?

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

ARMANDO: Ah! Oh, fuck.

SALIM: Seein' ghosts again, homey?

A lot of ghosts in this fuckin' town.

Better check yourself today.

They'll Section Eight your ass.

[PANTING]

What time they wanna see you today?

Six p.m.

Yeah, me too.

I hope it don't take too long.

Gotta make me some money today.

Get me some rims and a motherfuckin' Rolex.

Adel.

Your nametag's on upside down.

And you got a fuckin' diamond in your ear.

I look good, though.

Hear me?

[***]

So, cuz, one of them street ho's

hands over 40 quarters to her pimp.

Pimp says, "Quarters, girl?

Which one of them niggas pays you in quarters?"

Ho says, "Well, all of them,

"they all done paid in quarters.

One at a time."

[LAUGHS]

Just wanna make it through this day.

That's all I wanna do.

I just wanna stick my dick in somethin'.

Stick your dick in somethin'?

You'd fuck a dog if you had the chance.

That's not very nice. [CHUCKLES]

Ooh, what's up, ladies?

You ever have a black and blue?

You're a pig. Get out of here.

SALIM: Ah, don't be mad. [TIRES SCREECH]

We can make it, baby! She just ran that light.

[ARMANDO LAUGHS] Crazy-ass bitch.

I should've gave that bitch a ticket.

Nasty-ass, trick-ass bitch.

[LAUGHS]

[***]

What do we got here?

Oh, these motherfuckers are lost.

I'm sorry, we're lost.

You shouldn't be down here. You don't belong here, ma'am.

Roll your window up, cuz. Can you give us some directions?

Don't even think of helping them. Hear me?

[SIREN BEEPS]

Oh, okay.

Remember what I said. It's a mistake.

Just tell them-- Um-- How can I help you, ma'am?

What? MAN: I'm sorry?

How can I help you, ma'am?

I'm having trouble with his accent.

Um-- I'm sorry, sir--

I'm looking for a restaurant. No, Salim, come on.

Oh, shit, nigga.

Sir, please exit the vehicle. Son of a bitch.

What? We ju-- Sir, please exit the vehicle.

What?

Oh, you can't understand my nigger accent either?

Get your punk ass out the car, bitch.

Get the fuck out the car, put your hands on the hood.

Hurry up, motherfucker. Put your hands on the hood.

I'm not fuckin' with you.

Face down. Don't be eyein' me and shit.

What is this shit?

You don't need that shit. Stay still, motherfucker.

The fuck is this?

What you got in there?

You don't need that shit.

Don't move until I say "move." Yes, sir.

Don't "yes, sir" me, motherfucker. Just stay still.

Look at this.

Mmm!

All the bells and whistles.

Put your hands on the ceiling.

Put your hands on the ceiling!

What is that, seat warmers?

You got 'em too in there?

Come on, let me see.

Bet you like to take it to the grocery store, huh?

Excuse me while I move down your leg...

Oh.

Oh, shit, I know what this is.

[***]

I love the vehicle. You like it?

Uh, can I--?

Do you like the motherfucking $65,000 vehicle?

Yes. Yes, I like it--

All right then, get in it and drive off.

Hurry up, sir.

I ain't got all day in this motherfucker.

Just go ahead, straight ahead under the bridge,

and on your right will be an on-ramp.

Just go ahead and hop on the freeway--

Zero to 60 in 8 seconds. Let's see it.

Go ahead, I'll close my eyes. I'm not lookin'.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Adiós, amigo!

[CHUCKLES] I hate white people.

Can we go now?

Hey, he was disrespecting you, cuz.

Liberal prick.

They were Charlie. You know it.

And you my motherfuckin' homey.

Got to soldier up, cuz.

[STARTS ENGINE]

Hey, look at this.

Look at this. That says "lawyer."

Look at all-- He got 50 names in there.

Heh. You know he was into some dirty shit.

[POMPOUSLY] Craig Humphrey.

What kinda name is that for a nigga, "Humphrey"?

[TIRES SCREECH]

[WEST COAST MAFIA GANG'S "GANGSTA PIMPIN'" PLAYING]

* We poppin' collars Like "Oh, yeah" *

* Gangsta limpin' We mackin', pimpin' *

* You know that Shake it, baby *

* I'm lovin' the way You throw that *

* Liked your picture But you a stripper *

* Ass so fat

* We droppin' dollars We poppin' collars *

* Like, "Oh, yeah"

* Gangsta limpin' We mackin', pimpin' *

* You know that Shake it, baby *

* I'm lovin' the way You throw that *

* Liked your picture But you a stripper *

* Ass so fat

* I'm in the club, but I ain't Lookin' for a new bitch *

[WOMAN WHOOPING]

Whoo, lookin' good, ladies. [LAUGHING]

MAN: Hey, check out these bitches.

Sanchito, we all in blue today, huh?

You know how we do it.

This is mucho, macho cabrónes.

Goin' to the prom, girls?

Only if you're my bitch. Hey, hey, hey, watch it.

Don't touch me, nigga. What's up? Oh, it's on?

It's always on. Come on, none of this.

MAN: All right, let's get going.

Good luck today, man.

Thanks, dog. I appreciate that.

After you. Thank you, baby.

Before we get going...

Officer Wallace has something to share.

Tell your fellow officers about your experience yesterday.

Yes, sir.

I was, uh, approaching a somewhat hostile crowd...

[GUNSHOT]

...surrounding a drive-by shooting victim.

[WOMAN SOBBING] I noticed that the victim,

some gangbanger known as Little Angel,

had his brains falling out of the back of his head.

WOMAN: Where were you guys? What do we pay you for?

And the mother was trying to put the brains back in.

But the more she tried... the more they kept falling out.

It was like spaghetti or something.

Then she said, "No wonder people kill cops."

Nobody in this room feels worse for her than, uh...

Officer Wallace. Is that right?

Yes, sir.

But that isn't why people kill cops, is it, Wallace?

No, sir. Why do people kill cops?

Sir, because they see us as the enemy.

Because they distrust us. CAPTAIN: No.

It's because those people... are not people at all.

What's the difference between us and them, Wallace?

I don't know Think about it.

Officer Sancho?

Sir. What do we do here?

Sir, we fight fire with fire.

There's a war out there on the streets.

And the blood on that poor mother's hands...

is blood on all of our hands.

Now, you go out there today

and knock heads with the enemy.

Make sure...

the letters P-O-L-I-C-E

is branded on the head of every gangbanger

like a cowboy's branding iron.

Remember, you are the elite.

The chosen few.

One felon a day

is all you need to do.

Dismissed.

MAN: Let's roll. Fellas.

SALIM: That's a sweet little story you told there...rookie.

Shut up, nigga. You know what I'm sayin'?

You serious? Watch my baton, nigga.

Come on. Who the fuck you pushin,' bitch?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're a rookie, don't forget that shit, motherfucker.

Why you messin' with him, anyway?

Tryin' to heat the young kids up.

Know what I mean? No...

Bye, Salim.

Lieutenant, give us a minute, will ya?

Sure. Thanks.

[***]

[CLACKING]

So...

today is the day.

I can't tell you how much faith I have in you two.

Thank you, sir.

You know how these things go.

Somebody on the outside

thinks they can do our job better than we do.

[SCOFFS]

They get upset because we play ball.

But as long as crime keeps going down...

all we gotta do is ride it out.

And ride it out is what we're gonna do.

You can count on us, sir.

Good. You okay, Armando?

A little nervous, sir.

Look, I know only the best intentions

were behind what happened that day.

Mistakes happen in the fog of war.

You're a good man.

But the world is a bad place.

You do the best you can in a bad place.

Remember that.

Yes, sir.

Last week...

more third-strikers were put away by us

than any other division in the city.

Be proud.

Walk tall.

I'll take care of ya.

Don't worry.

Yes, sir.

A man said...

"Someday a real rain's gonna come

and wash all the scum off the street."

Only it don't rain in the desert.

So we gotta do all the scum-washin' ourselves.

Nigga better get a life vest.

A little hair of the dog?

I'm a drunk. I'm always thirsty.

See you in a second.

Cool. Right.

[DIALING]

[LINE RINGING]

MAN [IN JAMAICAN ACCENT ON PHONE]:

Yeah.

MAN:

CAPTAIN: Bury them under the fuckin' freeway.

MAN:

CAPTAIN: Don't worry, you'll get yours.

MAN: Yeah, man. Pleasure doin' business with you.

[***]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's happening?

You know the drill. Come on.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

SALIM: Yo, are we supposed to be wearin' a wire?

Bet this reminds you of Valentine's Day,

when your father would beat you and then make love to you.

Quit your bitchin', pussy.

SALIM: Fuck you, man. [MAN LAUGHS]

You got a problem with it? Talk to the man. Come on.

They want more ice.

What time you guys meetin' IA?

1800.

What did the captain tell you?

He said to stay away from corrupt motherfuckers like you.

You got your stories straight?

We in the loop. Don't worry about us.

We know what's happenin'. Know what I mean?

So, what do you got planned for the rest of the day?

Same ol', same ol'.

You got a little time for a little ring-a-ding then, huh?

Fo' sho'.

Nah. I don't think so.

[***]

Do you know the definition of "opportunity"?

No?

"Opportunity:

a favorable juncture of circumstances."

Or let's see... Another one would be...

Uh, if you like, "a good chance for advancement of progress."

You understand that?

Opportunity. [PHONE RINGS]

Advancement of fucking progress.

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING] [FOOTSTEPS]

MAN: Lieutenant.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[***]

All right, good. Perfect.

"I don't think so," motherfucker?

Embarrass me in front of the lieutenant like that?

Hey, don't think for us.

What you doin' here? It's all right.

What the fuck you doin?' All right. Okay.

Try me.

[SIGHS]

Well...

[CLEARS THROAT]

What do you think?

We're in.

All right.

That's what I like to see, kid.

Well, to good livin'.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

[GLASSES CLINK] Cheers.

Salud.

Now, here's the deal: There's a guy named Brax,

who's been reaching out to us.

I know Brax. It's, uh... Damian Baine's right-hand man.

SALIM: Nigga owns every nightclub in town.

Well, he's got some scam,

and he's in a real hurry to get it done. I mean, quick.

You guys cool with that? SALIM: Cool.

I can set up a meeting between you guys and him

at this Mexican joint. All right?

Now...there's...

13 keys of the most pure shit

you ever seen in your life sitting downtown

in Evidence, with your names written all over it.

We get these 13 keys to Baine,

who's responsible for getting it back?

[CHUCKLES]

Who the fuck do you think?

I almost forgot. Shit.

I got you guys...

courtside seats to the playoffs tonight.

SALIM: What?

So make it quick at IA. You understand?

You guys are gonna have some fun today.

That's what's up. You know what I mean?

You guys enjoy the game tonight.

Mm.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...

Nigga, I never been courtside to the playoffs before.

What? I ain't never even been to the playoffs before.

Shit. Hoo-hoo!

Why would that cheap motherfucker

give us free tickets to the playoffs?

I don't know.

But it says something that he's coming to us

and not that motherfuckin' wetback.

Know what I mean?

It's just a fuckin' game, man. That's all it is.

Hey, don't stick your dick in the gift horse's mouth.

All right? It means somethin'. Ya heard me?

Yes, sir.

Today's the day, my nigga.

We on the come up.

We comin' up!

[BARKS]

I don't like it, Salim.

Take a leg up when you get it. Shit.

Why in the hell would anybody wanna give us a leg up?

Tryin' to show trust in us. Shit.

[SCOFFS] "Trust in us."

Hey, man, we get in with Baine, we get rich. Hear me?

Pretty quick to get on that Baine program, ain't ya?

Don't hate the player. Hate the game, cuz. You know the deal.

MAN: You're Officer Sancho?

Do I look Mexican?

It's my partner.

Your badge is upside down.

Yeah, it's been one of them mornings.

Hey, beautiful.

Officer Sancho?

Yeah.

Something wrong, officer?

Yo, cuz, we in a hurry.

Yeah, well, I'm not.

So give me a minute while I call the requesting judge, okay?

Uh, sir? Sir.

Listen, we're late, our job's on the line...

We really need to get going.

You wouldn't want another drug dealer on the street

if we're fuckin' late, would you?

[BUZZING]

Woo-hoo!

Motherfuckin' candy store.

Toxicology was here earlier.

Ran a test sample. So no funny stuff.

SALIM: No funny stuff. You.

Sign that.

Had more than a few pieces of evidence disappear

after being checked out by your division officers.

Zip that up.

This gets back by 5. [STAMPING DOCUMENT]

I'll take that.

Follow procedure, officers. Five o'clock.

So, what the fuck was that shit about back there?

What?

The name on the slip, that's what.

What name you want on it? How about your own name?

Why mine, bitch?

Well, it's your fucking gig, ain't it?

Oh, no, fuck that. We partners, man.

We in this together. As always.

What, you got something to say? Say it.

Fuck it. Say it, motherfucker.

Yeah, I thought so.

[CLASSIFIED'S "HEAVY ARTILLERY" PLAYING"]

* Yo, now is you ready For the man *

* Steppin' in With the heavy artillery *

* Both hands cocked to the back Ready and willingly *

* Spit fire over tracks You ain't feelin' me *

* Judgin' how I look Not by lyrical abilities *

* Please, this is for My people in the background *

* Stayin' out the limelight Moldin' how a track sounds *

* Walk * With my cap down

* Class * Never back down

* Fight * To the last round

* I'm like Parker Lewis Can't lose *

Watch my back, cuz, while I check this nigga.

* I don't get bad moods Sometimes I'm just pissed off *

* Drive by in your ride Wave hi *

* And you'll get flipped off It's like that... *

[IN SPANISH]

BRAX: Salim Adel.

You in here sortin' through the little table

full of niggas, huh? What you lookin' for, man?

You ain't come in here to do the black man no harm, did you?

Friendlies in blue, that's all.

Oh, yeah?

Salim Adel in a fuckin' faggot suit. Heh.

[IN SPANISH]

I guess you ain't the only one suckin' dick

and sellin' rock, huh? Shut the fuck up, nigga.

Hey. Shut the fuck up--

Hey, there ain't gonna be no disrespect.

No disrespectin'.

I ain't disrespecting you, cuz.

Played football together, remember?

Used to run with the same set. Don't talk to me

about no motherfuckin' football, nigga.

I'm a fuckin' O.G. I'm a ghetto superstar,

and I'm a international pimp.

I got fans all over the fuckin' world, nigga.

True as a bullet in a pig's head.

ARMANDO [IN SPANISH]:

Man, go into the car, nigga. You, go to the car.

Yeah, I wanna talk to this nigga by myself.

Everybody, get the fuck out of here, matter of fact.

See this shit? What the fuck is this?

That's one of them new joints too.

A Mark XII or some shit.

Got all the bells and whistles.

High connectivity and shit.

So...you get what you told?

Thirteen. Let me see it.

No, cuz. Not here.

Keepin' it safe, till we know what we're doin'.

[LAUGHS]

Hey, you're a smart motherfucker, huh?

Hey, man, I'm in a big motherfuckin' hurry,

and I heard that you was too.

So what's the dilly-o?

Tell you what the deal is:

You gonna be a rich motherfucker

if you shut your smart motherfuckin' mouth.

If you don't shut your smart motherfuckin' mouth,

I'm gonna walk out on your punk ass.

All right, man, when and where?

Come to the club. In the back.

And bring the shit.

Today is the day, nigga.

SALIM: You ain't gonna believe this shit, cuz.

ARMANDO: What? We're supposed to go to Baine's crib

with the motherfuckin' bricks in our hand?

Don't start gettin' all paranoid on me now.

We ain't givin' 'em shit. It's staying right in the car.

Man, they said to bring the shit in.

Why the fuck we ain't gonna bring the shit in?

[DOOR OPENS]

Baine got his drugs,

lieutenant got his hands clean for the murders.

No way we could turn him in to IA...

if we both fuckin' dead.

What the fuck did you just say?

What the fuck you thinking about sayin' to IA?

What the fuck you thinking about tellin' IA, man?!

Nothin'. You damn right, nothin'.

Better check yourself for that shit.

[PLAYING HEAVY, SINISTER RAP]

The fuck you lookin' at me like that for, punk?

What, nigga?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Why the fuck you be disrespectin'

our friends like that?

They ain't your friends, nigga.

Leave the shit in the car.

Hey, hey, hey. Listen up. [CLOSES DOOR]

You gotta stop believin' the hype.

Thinkin' that there's some gang war out here and shit.

Well, there ain't. It's done.

Everybody's so fuckin' rich off the narco,

they ain't mad doggin' anymore.

We the only gang that's left.

So wise up, nigga. Wise up.

SALIM: You know, he invited us to Vegas.

Hear me?

Mm-hm. But he said,

"Don't come wearin' your blues

'cause you ain't gonna get your nutsack sucked that way."

We go see Baine, the shit's stayin' in the car.

Let's not get jumped in, man.

This is our time now.

Huh?

No. [SIGHS]

Shit's staying in the car.

We hook up with Baine, we are on top of the pile, man.

I wanna go to Vegas.

I wanna get my nutsack sucked. Huh?

[GROANS]

I know you wanna get your nutsack sucked.

Ha-ha-ha! Huh?

How many nuts you think a bitch can keep in her mouth?

[SIGHS]

Come on, man, ho's got to eat too.

[CHUCKLES]

Don't look at me like that, motherfucker.

You ever seen me go off? But I only got but two.

Shit. Not counting the one in your asshole, that's three.

That's tres. How do you say that?

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[SALIM LAUGHS]

Motherfuckos.

Ya shit pesos.

It's all I'm talkin' about.

SALIM: Vegas! Vegas, nigga!

ARMANDO: Shit's stayin' in the car.

I don't give a fuck how many nuts you get sucked.

I don't know how to make this shit work.

You keep that shit, nigga. That shit ain't for niggas.

BRAX: 'Sup? You all dressed up, huh?

Those real blue contacts?

Oh, please. That real gold paint on that bullshit-ass chain?

Don't fuck with Jesus.

Yeah, right.

[SCOFFS]

Yo.

This is Brax. I'm out here with 'em.

We're waitin' for my man. He got what we need.

BRAX: We're good to go.

[C-BO'S "STREET LIFE" PLAYS]

* West Side

* West Coast

* Mafia

* Yo, check it

* It's the street life Where ya hustle to eat right *

* Hold your heat tight Life's a cheap price *

* Go to sleep light Fuck 'em all *

* I'm a baller, get it on

* With my back Against the mob, mob *

* It's the street life Where ya hustle to eat right *

* Hold your heat tight Life's a cheap price *

* Go to sleep light Fuck 'em all *

* I'm a baller, get it on

* With my back Against the mob, mob, mob *

[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

* West Side

* West Coast

[IN JAMAICAN ACCENT]

[ROLLS TONGUE]

Yup.

Thirteen keys of righteous dope.

Careful, she bites.

Yo.

Nantucket.

Police!

Don't move, man. Police! Put 'em up!

Yeah, that's right.

Thirteen keys.

SALIM: So we use the drugs to get the money and keep both?

Sounds pretty easy. If it's so easy...

why don't you just do it yourself?

[HISSING] Yo.

Rodriguez and Sayed?

No.

Lieutenant made the call already.

They said they're comin' over in about an hour.

What we gettin' paid?

[CHUCKLES]

[***]

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Whoa, hey, hey, hey! Relax, man. Relax.

We got the fuckin' job, cuz. We got the job.

What did I say?

What did I fuckin' say?

You said, "What did I say?"

You said, "Leave the shit in the car."

But you was wrong, man. They didn't fuckin' jack us.

They hired us. [HUFFING]

We're gonna go back to the lieutenant,

and we gonna tell him, "No fuckin' way."

We're gonna go to our IA meeting,

and then we gonna go home.

And we gonna survive.

[CHUCKLING]

You scared.

I've never seen you scared before.

Yeah, maybe you should be too.

You don't think I know what's up? Huh?

All I know is, they wanna get rich, I wanna get rich,

and I know you wanna get rich.

I'll tell you what you get.

You get got as soon as you walk in that door.

If they wanted to kill us, they'd have done it already.

They'd have done it at the motherfuckin' taco stand.

Huh?

Man, you gotta chill with the mind-fuck, cuz.

Your punk-ass can't handle the motherfuckin' pressure.

Now get this motherfuckin' gun off me.

The fuck is wrong with you? Huh?

[PANTING]

I mean, listen to me, man.

I'm talkin'... hundreds of thousands,

maybe even more!

I know you can use some real money

instead of dealin' with all this...

little fuckin' weasely shit.

What, you think I'm a dumb nigga

just 'cause I wanna buy shit? Huh?

Doesn't matter what you spend it on.

We both want it.

Shit, we both need it.

Fuck it.

We ain't got nothin' better else to do.

What we got, huh? Not a motherfuckin' thing.

[SIGHS]

Man, we do this one gig,

this one motherfuckin' hit...

nigga, we set for life, ya heard me?

I ain't gonna shoot anybody.

We go in there clean,

we take the money,

and we walk the fuck out.

Hey...I ain't lookin' for no battle neither.

So from here on out, what I say, goes.

Got it?

Yes sir, massa. Aw, shit.

You say that shit, or I walk out this fuckin' door.

[SCOFFS]

What you say, go.

Huh?

What you say, go.

What you say, go, motherfucker.

[CHUCKLING]

For my nigga.

Huh. Maybe today's the day after all.

Good.

Let's go punk down the motherfucker.

[***]

Thank you for coming in again, captain.

We appreciate your time. Whatever I can do to help.

Good.

Ready, gentlemen?

Ready.

You testified that the two young men

killed by your officers were both gang members?

Yes.

And the older man who was shot by your officers

outside the bar,

you said he was intoxicated and confrontational.

He reached into his pocket

for what my officers thought was a gun.

The safety of my men is my first priority.

I thought your first priority was to serve and protect.

My men are soldiers.

Soldiers kill people, captain.

Cops help people.

Until Officers Sancho and Adel were hired by me,

the only light they saw

was the flash from the barrel of a gun.

Now, if you want to politicize this event

and ruin their lives--

The only lives we're concerned with are the families

of the men who lost their lives that night.

And that's why you'll never understand

what it means to be a cop.

This ain't Bay Street.

What they doin' at the beach?

Fuckin' dirty-ass hippies freak me out, man.

Lookin' for somebody stupid enough to walk up to a door

with a bag full of shit and say, "Nantucket."

Thought that was gonna be me.

Hey, if this is a fuckin' setup,

we not the ones gettin' shot in the back of the head.

We're gonna go in, make this jack move happen.

Who's the ruthless-ass motherfucker?

I like it.

[***]

Okay. You ready?

Aah! Okay.

GIRL: Now, see?

Yeah. I have to be good.

[LAUGHS]

Good. Yeah, I'm good.

You lookin' good. You might take me out. See?

Dude. Dude, what are you look--? [LAUGHING]

Man, what are you lookin' at, dude?

[BOTH TALKING AT ONCE]

Look. Look. It's right here.

See somethin' you like, it's right here.

Fuck you! You can't just pimp me out!

Go get her crackin', man.

What?

You don't like what you see or somethin'?

I ain't about to kiss you in front of your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend, okay? Excuse me.

Shit, I can kiss whoever the fuck I want.

[SIGHS]

And maybe I wanna kiss you.

BOY: Oh, is that right?

[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

BOY 2: Hey, police! Police!

GIRL: Shit!

SALIM: Hey, don't run! Don't run!

Hey, now.

ARMANDO: Don't run, you little motherfuckers.

I said stop, you little bitch. Come on.

SALIM: Don't make it hard on yourself.

[ALL YELLING]

What, you forgot the rules now?

You're not supposed to fuck with the man.

Shut-- Motherfucker!

Huh? What happens when you run?

Huh? What's the fuckin' rule?

You get a beatdown. That's right.

You tryin' to get a beatdown?

Why you runnin', anyway?

What, you got somethin' to hide?

We run because you two motherfuckers is too violent.

We run because you shoot me, and you put a gun in my hand.

Shut the fuck up. Did I ask you?

Hey, leave him the fuck alone, man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I just caught somethin' now.

What we got here, lovebirds?

[BOYS LAUGHING]

Nice friends you got there.

Yeah, well...

at least we ain't a bunch of pigs, right?

[SPITS]

Who the fuck you spittin' at, motherfucker? Huh?

Who the fuck you spittin' at?

Salim. Stay still, bitch.

SALIM: Stay the fuck still.

Salim, let her go. Come on, let's go.

Fuckin' spit on me.

Hey.

I'm guessin' white cotton panties.

I bet you I can get you wet in front of your boyfriend.

I bet you she's a cueball.

Nice and tasty too, huh?

Come on, Salim, let's get outta here.

N-n-nigga, just hold up. Hold up.

I just wanna make sure she ain't hidin' nothin'

underneath here.

No worry, Rita, he can't touch you.

Rita?

Is that your name, huh?

Is that your name?

All right, well, Rita, just think of this

as a visit to the gynecologist.

[WHIMPERING]

What did I say?

Score one for the niggas in blue, huh?

White cotton undies.

Yeah, man. Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold up. Hang on. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I forgot. Are you cue balled or not?

Let's see up here...

No. No, please!

Please! Yep.

Her stinky's bare.

[GROANS]

[SNIFFS]

[CHUCKLES]

You done?

We done.

Go on, get your shit,

and get the fuck outta here, girl.

Bye, baby.

Hey!

[IN SPANISH]

English, motherfucker.

[***]

Let's cut to the chase, captain.

Do you know if any of your officers,

Sancho and Adel included,

were involved in any criminal activity?

No. Absolutely not.

Okay. [CLICKS ON RECORDER]

Violence is a language that people understand.

And sometimes, when it's necessary...

When it's necessary...

Oh, it sounds beautiful.

These convictions you hold

are far more dangerous to the truth than to lies.

You're knee-deep in a pile of shit.

We're all knee-deep in a pile of shit.

And it doesn't matter how high up you think you are.

It doesn't matter if you can smell it yet.

It's the same pile of shit we're all sinkin' in.

Don't let morality make you stupid.

SALIM: "Splooge."

What kind of a name is that for a nigga?

That's the sound my dick makes

when it's slippin' into your girlfriend.

Maybe you should lay off

the shit a little, Officer Salim.

You know, maybe you could actually get it up

and not have to threaten little girls.

What did you just say to me?

You heard me, coke dick.

You believe this guy?

Man, this is a motherfuckin' violation of informant's rights.

Plus, you guys didn't even pay me last time.

This nigga rat on his own peeps,

and he wants us to be fair. My peeps?

Baby gangstas ain't got no morals nowadays, cuz.

Oh, okay. So, just 'cause I'm black, I'm a gangsta?

You stupid, ignorant, racist motherfucker.

I ain't no gangsta. You a gangsta.

Shut him up.

You feel better about yourself with that badge on?

It's a fuckin' piece of plastic, yo.

Little name callin' should do the trick.

Man, shut him the fuck up.

A rat is what you are.

Lowest piece of shit on the face of the earth.

WOMAN: Won't fly in court. You know that.

You heard me? Why did you get this motherfucker, man?

You couldn't pick one of them other niggas?

You pick this stupid motherfucker.

A parasite is what you are, motherfucker.

Rat on your own fuckin' people.

This motherfucker ratted on all you motherfuckers.

This little punk-ass nigga here.

Splooge! I ain't callin' you Splooge no more.

I'm gonna call you Dick Juice.

Fucking pay me!

ARMANDO: Hey, shut him the fuck up!

See, you done fucked up, right? You know that, right?

Just to let you know, Rita's gonna kill you.

Rita...

Oh, yeah, Rita.

Fuck you. Don't know what your fuckin' problem is.

SPLOOGE: Oh, shit. What the--?

Now what?

We watch...wait,

and look for anything that doesn't look normal.

Hey, cuz... think I see somethin'.

[CHUCKLES]

Motherfuckin' duct tape good for everything, yo.

[***]

* Yeah All my real hip-hop heads *

* Runnin' through the jungle Feel this *

* You ain't, you ain't You ain't, you ain't *

* Check it, check it Check it, check it *

* Checkin' up Nothin' *

Nothin', chump *

* In a world of ill stress

* I get fresh And sit best *

* With it all in my chest Start shit, effortless *

* Decepticon, but then...

Anybody here strapped? I need a piece.

* A radio equipped with a gat And a bird on my shoulder *

* With a nice coat A venomous back *

* I walk the streets Rambo stick style *

* With walkie-talkies Co-op Cali wild niggas *

* That'll stop your heartbeat

* Feel the brain of the technician *

* With a tech position I spit intellectual... *

[RINGS BELL]

[***]

You're up, nigga. Come on.

Come on.

MAN: Who the fuck that lumpy-ass nigga?

Big egghead-lookin' crackhead,

Michael Jackson-lookin' motherfucker.

That's an ugly nigger right there. Oh, shit.

Okay. Soon as you inside, soon as you see the money,

and they know you ain't there to jack 'em,

that's when we come in like Scud missiles.

Droppin' em down.

And all you gotta do is drop the drugs, jump down

and crawl your black ass outside.

And what do I get?

MAN: Oh, look. They jackin' that nigga up.

They roughin' that nigga.

You don't get beat no more.

That hurt? [GASPS]

Sorry.

Well, at least give me a gun or somethin,' man.

I gotta be packin' some heat. Gimme a ray gun.

Keep it movin.'

This is for police.

Oh, shit. Deep-fry that nigga.

Yo, wish we had a motherfuckin' camera.

This when you need a camera, nigga.

You didn't hear him?

Skippy?

Didn't you hear the man? Keep on movin.'

Look at him. Look at this white boy pull up.

They not gonna fuck with that white boy.

Bet you a hundred dollars they let that white boy go.

Yo, they 'bout to beat his little ass down.

Put your money up, boys.

Gimme that.

What, you turn your back and you think it's all right?

You guys real police?

Are we real police?

What's it say on the back of his jacket?

Are we real police?

What the fuck's that supposed to mean?

Is this a real stun gun? [GROANS]

I told y'all! I told you! Oh, shit.

They stunned that nigga!

Deep-fried that motherfuckin' brain, yo.

Told ya. Gimme my fuckin' money.

There ya go.

There the shit.

You look nice and dumb,

they'll give you whatever you need.

Go ahead, motherfucker.

Hurry up!

That nigga look like he 12 years old.

Little bitch-ass nigga.

Look like he goin' to the crib too.

Yeah, he is goin' in the crib.

[SIREN WAILING ON TV]

What the fuck you want?

Nantucket.

What happened? Daddy picked you up from kindergarten, or what?

Yeah, he gave me some candy, threw me in the back of a van,

and told me to touch his wee-wee.

God, young nigga can't be an entrepreneur? Shit.

This shit's takin' all fuckin' day, man.

Doin' what we need to be doin', nigga.

Don't sweat it.

[SIREN WAILING, GUNFIRE]

So now, what's in the bag?

Weigh this shit.

You weigh it. Hey...dickhead.

You weigh it.

You weigh it, eh?

No, you weigh it, dickhead.

No, hey. No, you weigh it, eh?

MAN: Shut up and just weigh the shit.

MAN 2: You got crabs, eh?

MAN 3: I got runner-ups, okay?

So someone do the shit for me, 'cause I'm gonna play.

I got a runner-up on your mom, eh?

MAN 2: I got the runs.

I got-- Hey!

Fuckin' shut the fuck up!

I said fuckin' weigh the shit.

I'm not here fuckin' babysitting.

[***]

MAN 2: Sorry.

No, no. I didn't tell you to fuckin' close the bag.

Open the fuckin' bag, all right?

I gotta test the mess.

That okay with you, Mr. Entrepreneur?

Whatever.

Freeze, motherfucker!

[ALL SHOUTING]

Put 'em where I can see them!

Put 'em where I can see them!

Get on the motherfuckin' ground.

Drop it!

Stay down, bitch.

Turn the fuck around.

Don't fuckin' move!

[IN SPANISH]

Armando, you look like shit, eh?

[IN SPANISH]

Hey, man! English, motherfucker.

Hey, you ain't no real fuckin' cop.

Fuckin' puto motherfucker.

Oh, you know what? I'm tired of motherfuckers

callin' us fake cops. Well, what's up then, bitch?

Back the fuck up, Salim.

I'll pop you in your motherfuckin' face.

Back the fuck up!

All right, then. All right.

I'm unarmed.

No gun, nada, eh?

So let's make a deal, all right?

Now this motherfucker wanna make a deal and shit.

I don't mind payin' tax.

Put your motherfuckin' head down.

[IN SPANISH]

The State of California thanks y'all for your patronage.

Come visit the Golden State anytime, ya heard me?

Salim.

Motherfucker paid in this bitch.

Salim!

Where the fuck did Splooge go?

[***]

Ah!

Oh, shit.

SALIM: I'm shot!

Fuck, niggas are shootin' in there!

We gotta fuckin' go.

ARMANDO: Get up. Get up. Come on!

[SCREAMS]

You with me? Get up, they're comin'.

Come on!

[***]

Salim!

[***]

Keep your fuckin' head down. Keep it down.

Man, what's with the blood over here, man?

What's goin' on?

Huh? What you got to say for yourself? Hm?

Where the shit at?

Uh, the black dude took the-- The dope.

And the Mexican dude took the money.

Get the fuck outta here.

The fuck you doin', nigga? This ain't no fuckin' game.

Get up.

Aw, fuck. The bullet went straight through, man.

Oh, yeah? That's good.

Yeah, I just gotta stop the bleedin'.

Duct tape. Good for everything, right?

Oh, man, what the fuck did I do to you?

Huh? What the fuck did I do to you?

Fuckin' money's gone, and the fuckin' dope's gone.

I'm fuckin' shot, man!

[GROANS]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

I'm fucked up, dawg.

I fucked it up.

It was Armando.

Don't worry about it, carnal.

We are home.

Got your back, ése.

You know who the fuck that was back there?

That was my family. My first fuckin' family.

Fingerfuck those bitch, cuz.

We gotta get to a safe house. I need a doctor.

I'm in fuckin' pain.

I need a fuckin' doctor here!

Duct tape that shit.

I'll kick the back of your motherfuckin' head.

Where is this piece of shit?

You ain't gonna find him

skateboardin' down the boardwalk with 13 kilos.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

Motherfucker, you crazy?!

My fuckin' leg! Oh, fuck!

What the fuck?

Where the fuck you goin'?

Oh, this is some fucked-up shit.

Salim!

[GUNSHOT]

[GROUP PLAYING CHEERFUL MELODY]

[MAN SCREAMS]

[DUCT TAPE RIPPING]

[YELLS]

Get outta here.

Now, motherfucker!

Stay right there.

Stay right there!

Little nigga. [BELL RINGS]

What the fuck you lookin' at?

[ANDY WILLIAMS' "I'LL REMEMBER YOU" PLAYING]

* I'll remember you

* Long after This endless summer is gone *

* I'll be lonely

* Oh, so lonely

* Living only, ooh

* To remember you

* I'll remember you

* Your voice is soft

* As a warm summer breeze

* Your sweet laughter

* Mornings after

* Ever after, ooh

* I'll remember you

* To your arms someday

* To your arms someday

[IN JAMAICAN ACCENT]

Yeah, it wasn't my fault.

Mm-hm.

[SCOFFS]

Stupid fuckin' niggas.

MAN: All right.

Call your fuckin' boys

and make sure they clean it up.

I've already sent troops over to Salim's house,

and I'll make a personal visit

over to Sancho's and see what I can do. All right?

What did you say to Internal Affairs?

[CHUCKLES]

Did you honestly think

that I was gonna take the fall?

I'm just lookin' out for number one, captain.

And you are on a short leash.

So you'd better keep me close.

They're always watchin'.

[***]

[GROANS] Ah, fuck.

[GROANING]

You were right, man. Baine set us up.

What are we supposed to do, man?

Oh. Oh, fuck.

What, you deaf and mute now, nigga? Say somethin'!

The fuck we supposed to do, cuz?!

You don't know?

I just asked you what the fuck we supposed to do!

You tell me, homey.

Oh. Oh, you crazy now?

What the fuck, am I talkin' to my motherfuckin' self?

Why were you so anxious to do this today?

Huh?

Why were you so anxious?

Why is my name on that goddamn slip?

Nigga, have you lost your motherfuckin' mind?

Huh?

A lot easier to come up, me out the way,

isn't it?

[SIGHS]

Fuck.

You don't know what I'm talkin' about.

You're my partner, man.

And you're my best friend.

That's on everything.

That's for life.

You heard me?

You heard me, cuz?

That's for life.

[INHALES]

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

My nigga.

[LAUGHS]

Ooh.

Shit.

What the fuck else am I supposed to do, you know what I mean?

Shit.

I ain't got nowhere else to motherfuckin' go.

My homey!

Huh?

Fuck.

What's really goin' on, cuz?

I-- I had to do somethin' today.

What did you do?

[CAR DOOR SHUTS]

That's the motherfuckin' doctor.

You called it in? Yeah.

When you was chasin' Splooge.

[WHISPERS] Shut the fuck up.

Shh. Don't say nothin'.

Salim!

[YELLS]

[GROANING]

[GUN COCKS] Easy, motherfucker!

Drop the piece and turn the fuck around!

Drop the fuckin' piece! [SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

No, we're a long way from fuckin' brothers, bitch.

Turn the fuck around and drop your fuckin' piece!

Drop it! We on the same side, man!

What side is that? [GUN COCKS]

You lookin' for me, motherfucker?! Fuck.

Now you drop your shit, bitch!

Take this motherfucker's gun, cuz.

[SLAPS]

Yeah, that's right, bitch. You like that?

Fuck, get your ass in there, motherfucker!

Ooh-hoo-hoo! You got that nigger, cuz!

Your partner's on the floor bleedin' like a stuck pig,

and you think this shit is funny?

You better start talkin', motherfucker.

Who sent y'all to fuck us up?!

They knew you were gonna rat, man.

What the fuck do you think?

They thought I was gonna rat?

Who the fuck is "they"?

Who the fuck is "they," motherfucker?

Oh, you think this is a joke.

I ought to put this motherfucker in your fuckin' eye,

blow your head off. Say something, motherfucker!

We can still get out of this, man.

Who set us up, motherfucker?

Lieutenant, man. Who the fuck you think?

Lieutenant sent us here, lieutenant sent you to Baine.

Well, what the fuck the drugs for?

Payment for your murder.

Till Baine fucked up.

He was supposed to take you out at the taco stand,

make it look like a gang hit.

You lyin' to me, motherfucker?

I'll put one through your motherfuckin'--

I'm not fuckin' lying!

How did he know we was gonna take the job?

You heard him! How did he know we gonna take the job?

'Cause, you stupid fuck...

everybody knows you're just a puto-ass wannabe

who can't stand on his own motherfuckin' feet.

What?

Yeah. Word.

You swear to God?

[LAUGHS]

I swear to God.

You raise your hand and swear?

Your other hand, motherfucker.

Yeah, bitch. I swear to--

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING] That's whassup.

That's my fuckin' hand!

You fuck!

God! Oh!

Let him live.

We can still do some good.

[GROANING]

I will fucking kill you!

[GUNSHOT] [SCREAMS]

Don't run.

Shhh.

[GUN COCKS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUN COCKS]

We done good here.

SALIM: Hey, hey. Hey.

Fuck that shit, cuz.

And you know I'm drivin'.

Woo-hoo. Shit. It's on.

[***]

You got your watch, you got your rims.

How does it feel? It feels good, motherfucker.

What the fuck do you want me to say, "I'm sorry"?

All right, maybe you right.

Maybe we go to IA, come clean, tell 'em everything.

Fuck it. Now you wanna come clean.

Who we gonna say killed Rodriguez and Sayed, huh?

Gangbangers.

Gangbangers. Word up.

Oh, you think they're gonna believe a bean and a nigger

that just stole 13 keys and killed two cops?

All they care about is what we tell 'em

about the lieutenant.

About the robberies and dealings,

and the drugs and shit.

We go together. Tell 'em everything.

Let me ask you something, cuz.

How the fuck could they think we'd rat?

As fucked up as I am,

I could teach you a thing or two about loyalty.

Fuckin' city.

I never could make sense of it.

I know what I gotta do.

I don't expect you to come with.

What you say go, remember?

[HARD RAP PLAYING]

[GUN COCKS]

[MAN RAPPING IN SPANISH]

[***]

[IN SPANISH]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[CHUCKLES]

I was loyal, carnal. Siempre.

Loyal to who is the question.

None of that pinche mierda would've happened

if you would've told me he was protectin' H.A. now.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

I'm a businessman.

And when it comes to green, I'm fucking colorblind.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

And I don't need your fucking permission or approval...

on how I conduct my business...

officer.

[IN SPANISH]

I don't know.

I swear on my Evita's life.

I don't fuckin' know.

We'll see.

Your shoeshine boy, he knows where the money is?

[SNAPS] Hey.

Have you ever seen what someone looks like with no skin?

You see what a man is.

I mean, really is. Flesh and blood.

It's very interesting. I enjoy it quite a lot.

And I never skinned a nigger before.

[KEY RATTLES IN LOCK]

[CHAMBER SPINS]

You have one choice.

You tell me where the money is,

or you have a bullet in your head.

One pull of the trigger for yourself,

or, as I assume you will choose to do,

two pulls of the trigger for your partner.

[IN SPANISH]

Cuz, tell this nigga what happened.

Tell him we got jacked, and we don't know where the money is.

Tell him, cuz!

Who wants to go first?

Fine, I choose.

[GUN COCKS]

It doesn't have to be this way.

Just tell me where the money is.

One to yourself, or two to him.

MAN: Shoot that bitch.

MAN 2: Shoot that white bitch.

MAN 3: Shoot him. Pull the fuckin' trigger, ése.

MAN 4: Do it, ése.

Salim!

You want a gun in your hand and a bullet in your head too?

You hear me, motherfucker?

I'm-a shoot you in your motherfuckin' face!

Salim! I'm just bullshittin'.

Salim!

SALIM: Hey!

Shit!

SALIM: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

[SIREN WAILS]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

ARMANDO: Redemption is remembrance.

I killed an innocent man.

[CLICKS]

MAN: Shit. That's gangster shit right there, homey.

MAN 2: Heart. Ah, it shows integrity.

Yeah. Bravery.

Pero redemption does not come so easy.

[CHAMBER SPINS, CLICKS]

MAN: Do it, pig.

MAN 2: Do it.

MAN 3: Grab it, puto.

MEN [CHANTING]: Puto! Puto! Puto! Puto! Puto!

Puto! Puto! Puto! Puto! Puto!

Puto! Puto! Puto! Puto! Puto! Puto!

Puto! Puto! Puto! Puto!

Fuck. Fuck.

[CHAMBER SPINS, CLICKS]

[CROWD MURMURS]

[MEN CHANTING]

All right.

I know where the money is.

I know where the money is.

Stashed in a motherfuckin' alley.

That the kind of family you were looking for?

That the kind of family that would die for you?

SALIM: Hey, let us go, man, now.

I'll take you to the dough.

One pull of the trigger for yourself, or two for him.

That's not the deal, cuz.

MAN: You got one more shot, puto.

Shut the fuck up. The game is over.

You kill me, you don't get the dough.

That's whassup.

[GUN COCKS]

Look at him.

Look at him!

Hey, motherfucker.

I want you to look at him.

Look at him.

You take a good fucking look at him.

It's never over.

[GUNSHOT]

ARMANDO: There's only one kind of wisdom,

and that's hindsight.

Everything happens in bits,

and you don't wake up until afterwards.

Until it's too late.

[SNIFFS]

What's that smell like?

ROLAND: Take him to get the money.

ARMANDO: In that final moment, you wait for something,

anything to take you away.

And what returns, what finally comes home to you,

is your own fuckin' self.

Nothin' can save you from that.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

SALIM [CALLING]: Police! I need help!

Help!

I need help!

ARMANDO: You can't change the color of your skin.

You can't change the color of your heart.

You can change the colors you wear.

But deep down inside, you'll always be

the same salvationless motherfucker you always were.

No idea.

Hey, where the fuck you been?

[DOOR BUZZES]

MAN [LAUGHS]: Jesus.

Got the chem lab report.

Big shit, cut with some heavy-duty rat poison.

Fuckin' payback.

Bye, bitch.

[CLAPPING]

CAPTAIN: It's never easy grieving over the death of a partner.

Even if he went crazy and tried to kill you.

The pressure of knowing he did wrong that day

must have gotten to him.

You had no choice. It was self-defense.

After he killed Rodriguez and Sayed single-handedly.

We're even more sorry about your girlfriend.

I'm sorry he made it personal.

Our, uh, deepest sympathies.

But my son Elijah's okay, right?

So according to your report,

after roll call, you went on your rounds.

[SOBBING]

Sancho turned on you, went ballistic.

You went in pursuit.

You told Officer Sancho that you were gonna come clean

and let IA know

that he was responsible for the shooting.

You understand that?

Good.

You showed yourself to be a real hero today.

You should be proud.

Oh, I, uh...

I called Internal Affairs.

Let 'em know you'd be a little late.

I'm sorry it got so messy, Salim.

Listen, you're gonna be at IA for a little while.

You still have those courtside seats?

ARMANDO: Nobody talks about the day of their death,

like today is the day.

But today was the day.

[***]

[***]

You see things a lot more clearly when you're dead.

[WYCLEF JEAN'S "LADIES AND THUGS" PLAYING]

DJ QUIK: * Refugee Camp

WYCLEF [REPEATING]: * Sing it

DJ QUIK: * Compton, California

DJ QUIK: * Wyclef Jean, ambassador

* It's an international thing

WYCLEF [REPEATING]: * Sing it

WYCLEF: * Let's go Quik

DJ Quik: * I wanna, punch them niggas Sayin' gold don't rock *

* And I wanna, rape that bitch That told a lie on 'Pac *

* I wanna right some wrongs Before I put my coast on lock *

* So when you see The Glock, bastard *

* Don't you go into shock

* If the hood hates me I'll buy your enemies guns *

* And have 'em clappin' On you sherm heads *

* Takin' your funds *

* Scarin' you motherfuckers To death, give you the runs *

* You better nice up, before You leak and warm the ice up *

WYCLEF JEAN: * I wanna murder the sniper

* That shot At Martin Luther King *

* Then get rid of the Viagra 'Cause I'm strictly ginseng *

* Campaign in the hood If you want progress *

* Take all the gangs Put 'em up in Congress *

* Quik is so quick Listen to the ba-bum ba-bum *

* Brooklyn Zoo, California

* With guns The size of elephant trunk *

* Trunk-trunks Ladies shake your hump-hump *

* Get your flashlight 'Cause we crunk like P-Funk *

* Ladies

* I know you feel me If you up in the party *

* Let me see you Shake your body *

* Like you got no bones And you tipsy off the Henny *

* Thugs

* Easy with the slugs tonight

* I'm tryin' to meet my wife Tonight, make love tonight *

* You don't wanna see Yo' body on ice, right? *

DJ QUIK: * Now, if I snapped It was just a matter of time *

* Before I turned into the Mad Hatter, splatter your bladder *

* On the morning after You can't refute the disaster *

* 'Cause body parts Get musty in plaster *

* Don't try to call a truce

* 'Because I'm still Comin' after you *

* I don't like your kids But I'm-a spare 'em *

* Maybe later Add 'em to my harem *

* And share 'em with the niggas You like the least *

* That still got it out for yo' Ass when you swiped the piece *

WYCLEF JEAN: * Yo, ever since The Score *

* Quik, these rappers Just bored *

* So I ain't rap no more I wrote songs for *

* Whitney Houston you could Catch me with Santana *

* Bandana on tour Dipset'n like Santana *

* We don't sell Like we used to sell? *

* That's cause they live In America *

* We get worldwide sales

* I'm on tour half of the year You can't see me, cuz *

* And your career Gon' be as long *

* As Britney's wedding was Ya heard? *

* Ladies

* I know you feel me If you up in the party *

* Let me see you Shake your body *

* Like you got no bones And you tipsy off the Henny *

* Thugs

* Easy with the slugs tonight

* I'm tryin' to meet my wife Tonight, make love tonight *

* You don't wanna see Yo' body on ice, right? *

WYCLEF: * California Knows how to party *

* When I land in the LAX

* Yeah, Quik picked me up Four freaks in a stretch *

* Big California chronic Me now smoke sess *

* But it's all Buddha bless From the East and the West *

* Throw up yo' set I don't say this often *

* But we gotta keep the peace Too many in a coffin *

* Pour some liquor For my cousins out in Compton *

DJ QUIK: * I'm not a kingpin I'm just a wing man *

* Strapped to the teeth With a blunt and a green can *

* A-B-C-D-E-F, no G

* Hennessy and Olde E We run so deep *

* Eighty-six your concubine He's just an old creep *

* You're so weak, nigga

* And your ho's Is so cheap, nigga *

* You can't even get A prop on your own street *

* I'm at the Lake Park And Meridian *

* If you wanna speak

* Ladies

* I know you feel me

* If you up in the party

* Let me see you Shake your body *

* Like you got no bones And you tipsy off the Henny *

* Thugs

* Easy with the slugs tonight

* I'm tryin' to meet my wife Tonight, make love tonight *

* You don't wanna see Yo' body on ice, right? *

[THUNDER CRASHES]