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

Reese, Cusack, move in on the right.

Ready here, Heffy.

Boyd, Reese, move in.

On the way.

Okay,

guys, come in closer. We got them in the air.

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

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

Stay right where you are. Everybody, stay where you are.

Stay where you are. Freeze, police.

Reese is down. Reese is down.

To Reese.

Speedy fucking recovery.

Salud. To Reese.

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

doc. Yeah, he's going to have to learn to walk again.

I can't use anybody who's less than 100%. Yeah, you know, you're right.

It stings, 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 going to find another guy like Reese? That's where I want to know.

At least he didn't go home in a box. I got somebody in mind.

Hey, three more of these, huh?

Boy, it's fine.

To Reese.

To Reese. To Reese.

To Reese. Asshole.

Dammit, Jeff, I'm calling for backup.

Fuck the backup, Blake.

Reagan restraining order just chasing this guy. Then what the hell are we

doing here?

Getting the job done.

This is unit 16R21.

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.

Is he alive?

Is he alive?

Where's the fucking Chandler kid? Punish me!

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?

What the hell have you been up to?

I'm not watching you enough, amigo.

No. It makes me look bad.

My old partner stepping in shit for the IA.

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.

You know, boy, that's a lot of juice.

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, we're having a little barbecue.

Here's the when and where.

Come on up.

Meet the guys.

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, huh? And on the

hook. The tire mark's still on it, huh?

Yeah, that's the only meal to serve.

Posse like us.

Damn straight.

You ladies take after me and my turn to real men.

Are you saying you'd rather have roadkill instead of my gourmet hand

-grilled top-of-the-line steaks?

You better think carefully going, you know. I'm still your CEO.

Here's to the best cook in town.

Cheers.

Cut

it

pretty close with Peyton. I had your cold.

Yeah. Yeah, I know. They told me.

Listen, thanks for covering for me. Well, 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 will 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 like we had a gun to your head.

Talk to Vaughn.

He'll lay the whole thing out for you.

But first...

another ice chest.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Bob, here we come.

Get out of the way. Here we come.

Get out of the way. Hey, Bobby, move your ass. Hey, I know he's your boy, 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 had his way.

I looked at his jacket.

He's got almost 20 beats.

Yeah, most of them not sustained.

That's the problem.

Well, the rest of us managed to get on a squad with only one or two scrapes with

IED.

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.

Pollas 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 him when he was a cherry gold shield. I'm

telling you, I trust him in a firefight like I trust any one of you.

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

Sounds like Powell's better for squad than we are.

He killed his quarters of two black guys, yeah?

This is the best gig I ever had.

We put away the bad guys, and I don't want anybody... Yeah,

you know, Cusack's right for a change.

Hey, gracias, amigo.

Hey, pendejo, 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 they can leave town.

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

Back then, we were involved in a shooting.

It went down the way it had to, but by the time I ate shit all over it, I could

have kissed my pension goodbye.

Kid stood up for me, covered me.

He belongs here, people.

If he wants to try, I want him on the team.

Hey, supercar.

There he is.

Hey,

boss.

Kev 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 a 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. It doesn't have to be, kid. It's real.

I live in it every day.

SIS, Special Investigation Section.

Come on, let's go.

That's the guys.

Now you're watching them work.

They're good.

Wouldn't want to have them against me. That's the point. Let's go.

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

You'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 round-the-clock surveillance.

We target high-profile criminals, track them 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.

So that's surveillance footage on 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 them. What,

with pictures?

You're thinking like a beat cop, kid. This is real surveillance.

Crooks like this develop.

We follow them, learn how they work, shut them down.

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

One, until we put them away.

One?

Well, how come I never heard of the SIS before?

We're low profile, amigo.

Officially, the mayor didn'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.

Eh, you've been working with the wrong people, Jeff.

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

Hey, Cap.

Is Vaughn making everything sound attractive, Powers? Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Where the fuck do I sign?

Hey, well, let's back up a minute.

This squad doesn't have any cowboys on it. We can't afford the risk.

Now, I know your record, Jeff.

So will all the guys in the squad.

So if I let you in, you better fly right.

We operate on a 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 SIS, Detective Powers.

We target the most dangerous criminals and 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.

Won't let you down.

All right.

So you're 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 what? Am I being a

house husband?

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-hmm.

Then explain Eddie Payton.

Who?

Oh, very smooth powers.

Eddie Payton, you know, the sick bastard who 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 going to release Peyton, but 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.

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

Wow.

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 want to talk shop now?

Where was I?

You were about to apologize my brain sound.

Mm-hmm.

Sheila, I'm home.

Well, you're not, are you?

Hey, baby.

You miss me yet?

You want to come back?

You even think about me?

I think about you, baby.

Every time I call the liquor lock, 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.

I miss you so bad.

So bad.

Sheila.

Come on home honey.

I treat you good.

All right, Vince, you know what you got to 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. Yeah, well, you better

make sure your ass get the cash. You know what I'm saying?

Okay, send her to quarterback.

The ball is headed your way. Repeat, ball is headed your way.

Copy, send her. Quarterback has the ball.

Ooh, Billy Nair, ugliest lad.

Yeah, that's them.

I make five.

Here we go.

You run the computer on these guys, boss?

Not our job, amigo. We track them and sack them.

Punch him up, kid.

Yes, sir.

Hey, man, and why does she have to come along anyway, man? She's my bitch, man.

I'll take care of her. Hey, man, you know, you make sure you keep Daisy's ass

planted in the backseat, you know? She'll be cool, man. Just knock it off.

Nash has an outstanding felony wrapped in Texas.

Assault and battery.

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

Fuck Texas.

Hand him 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.

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, there's quarterback.

Pick up the ball.

Roger that, quarterback.

Fullback has the ball.

Listen, I'm going to 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 going to do it?

I don't care.

If they got an M.O., steal a car, use it at the bank, and switch back to their

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

The last few minutes are always the longest.

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, sir. Quarterback moving in. Close off the back doors.

Ready to go in, kid?

No, Nash isn't even here yet. Surprise, surprise.

I don't know.

Sounds a little bit like entrapment to me, you know, boss.

You don't ask him to rob the fucking bank, but you smelly will.

It'll 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 want to do your fucking

job?

Yeah, all right, I'm in.

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

Bet you lunch now takes Mary and 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.

Están locos estos huevones, huh? Hitting the bank on a Friday afternoon.

That sounds like something your homeboys would do, Pendejo.

It's against regulations to make racial remarks against your fellow officers.

Trash motherfucker.

You threw trash at my family and ready for these guys' grease bowl?

That was corn ready.

Let me just quick. We'll be in and out.

You chicken shit me boy and I'll hunt you down. Come on, man. I'm gonna break

my fucking water out here.

Don't lose a baby, sugar.

Shit. Nash never takes three of them.

Vaughn's a man short.

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

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

Daisy,

put that down.

That's what gets pissed.

Now, Mary.

All units in the vicinity, we have a 211 in progress at the Bank of America.

Dispatch, cancel 211. Repeat, wildfire on scene.

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 we'd be if we were slow.

Oh, Jesus.

Empty.

The fucking gun was empty.

Why the fuck did you do that, huh?

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

The fucking gun was empty.

Jesus fucking is blood.

Take it easy. He's just a fucking little girl.

Take it easy. Not out here. You fucking tell me why we didn't arrest him. Not

out here.

Why? Not out here. Hey. Don't move.

Don't move.

Think about it.

Think about it.

I just can't do this anymore.

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

Mike.

Get him in the car.

Get him in the car.

Get him out of here. Get him the hell out of here.

Get out of here.

Come on, I'll deal with this shit.

Come on, move.

Roger, we copy.

Let's move it.

The L.A. 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.

You mean they were inside the bank? Yeah, and this lady's gonna be inside

the morgue if she don't move. Captain Keller!

Kelly, this is your area, all right?

Can I have some help here?

Same old Kelly, fastest scanner in the West. That's right, Bill.

What are you... Listen, give me a few minutes, will you? 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 officer-involved shooting?

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.

Kelly Daniels, LA Chronicle.

Thought I knew most of the plainclothes guys around here.

You're a new face detective.

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

Oh, I thought you were in charge.

He 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.

Not going to say it again.

Are UIA beds intelligent?

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.

One of you guys is gonna start to learn to play with 50s, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah,

right. Hey, listen to him.

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

Hey, Hifford, what's with Powers?

He's finding his balance.

What's his problem?

Hey, hot shot. Remember your first time?

That was wonderful.

Yeah, you were clean and puke off your boots for a week, cowboy. I remember

your first time.

You all right, amigo?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Well, we went through some heavy shit today.

You didn't even try to arrest him.

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.

You know, we go a long way back.

I don't want to 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?

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.

Plus, we'll be watching your back.

That's right, amigo, so you better be nice to us. Nice to you. Diane will be

nice to you. I got the next round.

Oh, great.

Hey, Richie, I want a Cuba Libre, man. Put some Cuba in it this time, okay?

Have a scotch, baby.

Three beers.

Same.

All right.

Deal me in.

The kid, Jesus Christ, with his kid's shit.

Hey, hey, open up!

Ah, it's life, amigo.

It's all good.

Hey,

I'm going to have to go on a train if I'm going to drink with you guys.

Hey, baby, you're home late.

You've had a few.

A couple.

So, are you working late on the story?

Maybe, I don't know. Who was that guy that you came out of the bar with?

That was Detective Gannon.

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. What, are you 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 arrest, just seven body bags.

Five perpetrators. 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 him.

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 them.

Let's get down to business.

Old business.

The IA and the OAS have ruled that the bank shooting was clean.

There will be no further inquiries.

I'd like to ask a question if I may.

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 because he is considering retirement.

Which is, I think, a good time to mention that stress is his real hazard

on this job.

There's gunfire, so don't macho it out.

Feel uptight, come and see me.

The department can help.

Okay, concluding old business.

Oh, you now remember what I want to talk about.

I want to 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.

All right, gentlemen, new business.

After a brief 18-month vacation at taxpayers' expense,

Alberto Torres,

Raymond Chavez, and Lois Herrera have been returned to the streets of L.A.

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 has a joke like that and this section can 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 It's better because nobody caught them in the act.

The victim's 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 shot. Well, I

don't like it.

Remember, we work in a low profile around here.

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.

Chingao, man. She's too fucking old, man.

Let's get something fresh. You know what I mean, man? Give it up, man. What do

you think? You're sucking on my dick? Come on, give it up. Fuck you, man. You

wish your dick tasted this good, huh?

Hey, how do you know what dick tastes like, man? Fuck you too, man. Hey, what

are we doing talking about vergas, man? I want me some Mexican puss.

Give me the joint, man.

Homeboy smoking crack like it was a sport.

Who's change, amigo?

We want these assholes going down hard.

You got a laser sight on that thing?

Yeah.

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 in the corner.

The fucking mousse. She's got a nice size, 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 scab, man.

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

They're going to score soon.

And this time there's going to be no peep-pocketing.

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

We'll get them.

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

all kinds of señoritas here, man. Well, then let's get down to business, man,

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. We'll take a right.

Let's walk in that alley.

He's turning.

Game time, right? Yeah.

Team, this is quarterback. He's open the store. Set up a drop play.

We're looking for a spot. We'll be right there. You just hang on. Hang on.

My ceiling, huh?

Listen, I know you're busy. You gotta go. No, no, no. I gotta go. I know. I

know. I'm trying. I'm trying to sell this jewelry.

Just look at it.

Look at this guy.

You believe this?

Look at this hijo de puta, man. He's fucking with his own barrier girls.

Say, what do you care, Angel?

You're not a Mexican. You're a Cuban, huh? I'll explain it to you later,

Cusack. I think we got him, Miguel. I think we got him.

Bring your mom and your sister. They can check it out. Will you? Will you?

Here we go.

Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.

Just wait.

Hey,

listen to me. Listen to me. Shut up.

If you want to hear that shit, shut the fuck up. You hear me? Shut up.

Get out of the way, man.

Get the fuck outside and wait your turn, all right? Get the fuck outside and wait

your turn now. This is not a fucking show. Get outside.

Now, both of you.

Jesus Christ, Dan, come on.

We went felony reg, bear tight.

I just can't sit here and watch this go down.

Jeff, get back in the fucking car.

What are you going to do, boss?

Write me up for stopping a rape?

What the fuck is he doing?

He's showboating, man. He's moving out ahead of us without a fucking backup.

Come on.

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, Holmes.

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.

boss i had him why the fuck did you do that wouldn't happen if you 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 want to throw at us that is not the fucking point this is

not about ia all right cut the shit we don't want to discuss this from the

whole fucking city doings

Excuse me. Excuse me. It's a crime scene. You can't come in here. Excuse

me.

You want to get cut from the team, man?

Look,

I like you, all right?

Be smart.

That way you'll stick around, okay?

Are you okay?

Yes, 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. And LAPD, they won't even tell me where he's assigned?

Well, if you can't ask the shooters, why don't you ask the guys that got shot?

They're dead, Max.

I'm a reporter. I notice these things.

Yeah, and dead people go to the morgue where a lot of people look them over.

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

The morgue. You're staring me right in... Thanks, Max.

What the fuck happened out there? The press is saying we watched a rape.

You want to tell me about it?

Yes, sir. Nothing to tell.

We followed the perps. They snatched a girl. We moved in. They hurt us. Taurus

freaked and wasted her. We took them all down resisting.

End of story.

You want to see it?

Now that you're living up to your rep, the city council is going to 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.

Don't sweat it for the 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 him?

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 SIS, 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, Jack.

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.

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.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh. Are you new here?

Does it show?

Only the new ones want to puke.

Doesn't smell like medical school, does it?

What do you need?

Uh, we lost the paperwork on, uh, Torres' gunshot wound.

You mean Vaughn's gunshot wound.

Multiple rounds, close range.

If the boys will be at liberty, they'll have lead poisoning.

Von gunshot has sounds like a German injury and good you got a sense of humor

Because we got a pretty tough audience here No, Vaughn is the shooter. We

get his work all the time here.

I hear they say the real bad guys for the SIS course I Wouldn't know the

difference they all look the same to me SIS right secret special investigation

section So what else do you need?

Come on.

Causes multiple gunshot trauma.

Summon her back.

Is this Vaughn's work, too? Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. Come on.

What's the SIS for, Doc?

The SIS.

What's its assignment?

What do you ask?

Who are you? Listen, Doc, I'm going to take another look for that report.

Thanks.

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 special investigation section, SIS. 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. Look, let's pretend I run a newspaper, and 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. Oh, shit, Kelly.

It'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 squad. This is page one. You've got to 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 house, 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 have 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.

Okay, thank you, Detective.

Thank you. We all understand how difficult it is for you to go over this.

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. 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 are an LAPD flunky, Taylor. Ask him about powers.

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

Brutality, councilman. Illegal search.

Weapons violations.

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 out on the street, not us. We just react.

And the SIS 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 time. No, you don't. You want

to 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 that... What about Rosa Rodriguez, huh,

Detective Vaughn?

The young lady that Torres raped while your hero sat back and watched.

Tell me, Detective, what kind of police officer watches a young girl get raped?

Would you be happy if the SIS 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 you doing? Hi, Kelly. How are you? Good. Was that meeting about

the SAS?

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.

Thank you. No comment.

Oh,

Katrina, do you have a second?

Thanks so much for inviting me.

You're welcome to anything, of course.

Thanks, Captain.

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 if we can count on it.

Let's go.

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 SIS and the tourist shooting.

I understand.

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?

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?

Hear me, Richie.

You sure, Jeff?

Yeah, I'm sure.

What's the problem tonight?

It's none of your business.

Not my fucking business either, for that matter.

Okay.

Keep it coming.

Can we start, Larson?

It's all right. 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.

Yeah, usually around happy hour, until it's full.

Now, we got a tip that 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 and 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 an editor. I'm not your copy boy.

Besides, your list isn't even current.

One of the, uh, cops, Mike Lloyd, retired.

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

Almost?

Yes, uh, Mike Lloyd in Los Angeles.

Detective Lloyd, it's Kelly Daniels, LA Chronicle. I'd like to talk to you.

About what? About the SIS.

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.

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.

I got a little shit in my life lately, you know?

Your woman?

Yeah, we, uh, 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 them

shooting.

Yeah, things go wrong.

People get into shit.

It happens.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Disobey orders today, Jeff. Kick your fucking ass.

Mr. Lloyd?

Hello?

Detective, it's Kelly Daniels from the paper.

Mr.

Lloyd?

Visiting team is on the field.

Larson,

you got the cut-up on the jeep. You got the cut-up on the jeep, Larson. Copy. We

got him.

Hey, bro.

So? What do you want to 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, Bobby, gotta stop sweating. The cops aren't gonna

bother us, dude, because we're white.

I don't know, bro.

We know the bar's nasty.

Up here, it's a different scene.

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

Enzo, this is quarterback.

How's your view?

It's not bad. The girls look pretty good in here.

I don't see them 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, Bars, I don't think they're as good

-looking as you said they were.

No, no, no, 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-dead cunt.

Welcome to the Mark and Bobby show.

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

Here, there, here, that shit's going down.

The ball is in play. The ball is in play.

Everybody be ready. Wait till they hit the street. Do not let them get to the

jeep.

Copy that, Larson. I got the jeep. Don't get the gin too nice, the steak nice,

and the apple magician.

All right, and your watch.

This is our real comedy team. Hey, fuck the roll-ups. Let's 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 got to get off the air. I got

to get off the air, Angel. Watch your ass.

Hey, get chilly-willy. What you got there, pal?

Hey, listen, uh, you take whatever you want, okay?

Who are Walkman?

Yeah, yeah, Herbert.

You want to hurt me, what you can.

Coming out, boys.

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

Thanks for the capital gains, folks.

See you later. Yes, have a very pleasant day and don't get sunburned.

Hey, freeze, police!

Angels down!

Angels!

She's right.

Come on, Mark.

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

Bullshit! 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 donuts.

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.

17.

That's a toy?

Let me see that thing.

Shit, it's a pellet pistol.

Dumb kid pulled it on me. I saw the whole thing. Right, amigo?

Right, boss.

The whole thing.

Don't get weird on me now, Jeff.

Just stay away from me, fine?

You really want to take me on over this piece of shit?

Come on, Jeff.

Sick little fuck would have 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. I had a beef with Vaughn and I couldn't let it slide.

Officially, you bring the grievance to my attention. The straight answer is

you're working out with your partner.

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

Cap.

I saw him shoot that kid in cold blood.

You know what kind of 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, Bowers. It was a righteous shoot.

I never saw Vaughn mess up yet.

Hello, it's Carl, 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 going to care about your reasons.

How long have 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.

You okay?

Yeah.

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 want to protect the department, but you don't care if they turn L.A. into

Beirut.

You don't care when they become the judge and 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 going to protect you, Jeff.

Lieutenant Devlin, you got a minute?

Powers. You decide to turn yourself in for the greater good?

I need your help.

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

What if I brought you a case?

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 them 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 SIS.

You're fucking chicken shit. 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 when 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 a testimony of Detective Sergeant Jeff Powers.

I was recruited into the Special Investigation

Section by my former partner, Dan Vaughn. Vaughn was my first partner

when I graduated from the Academy.

I'd like to make it clear that not every cop is a bad cop.

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

We had the best of intentions. We were supposed to be an elite unit.

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

And somewhere along the line, that changed.

Yeah, I'm on here. Have you seen the papers, the TV?

Shit, damn, we've been blown sky high.

Powers is fucked there six ways this Sunday.

Jeff, you don't have to do this.

Yeah, I do.

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

Be back in a minute.

SIS 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 in the paper. Vaughn.

If you think that's a 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 didn't even start, cocksucker.

You can't fuck me.

You think I fucked you? The paper's just a start. I'm gonna tell anybody who'll

listen. Because I'm the LAPD, amigo, not you. You're just a fucking field officer

for a motherfucking death squad.

How does it feel, asshole?

How does it feel?

Jeff!

What is this?

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?

It doesn't mean dick.

Nobody reads the fucking papers.

They want the SIS. 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 fucking love us.

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

Freeze! Police!

And you don't have to yell police until you pick your spot.

We're in bad shape. It's like a war zone in there. It's lucky more cops didn't

get hit. Well, how come I never heard of the SIS before?

Officially, the mayor didn't even know he exists.

They're a death squad.

An officially sanctioned hit team. We made a few mistakes the last time we

took them down. Yeah, we let them breathe.

Trust me, amigo.

You're made for this one.

We target high-profile criminals, learn how they work, and shut them down.

You didn't even try to arrest them. That's right.

Yeah, but you didn't even identify yourself.

How long have you been getting away with murder?

You say something like that outside this room, I'll bury you.

You want to ask the hard questions, ask yourself.

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