Original subtitles

*

*

(women screaming)

(sirens wailing)

You okay, son?

You okay, son?!

(camera shutter clicks)

NARRATOR: Ben Sherman just finished phase one

of his probationary training.

He still needed to have his daily book

signed by his training officer.

The night had not gone well.

(cocking gun) Look sharp. Act sharp. Be sharp.

These guys coming out of prison,

they're buff and on drugs.

You do what they teach you in the academy, you will die.

Knucklehead wants to take your gun.

So, if it's you or some 300-pound naked guy on PCP,

you take his ass down any way you can.

You ride with me, you back your badge.

Whoa...

Great, that's all I need.

Nice little staph infection.

Detective over at Central, she's gonna lose her foot.

It's going around.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Roll down your window.

When'd you get out of the academy? About a month ago?

Yes, sir.

You know your penal codes?

Yes, sir.

What's a 203?

Mayhem, sir. Mayhem...

I get this mayhem one time,

go over to Killer King,

there's this guy with a little tent over his genitals.

Doc keeps, you know, signaling for me to look under there.

This guy had scooped out his nuts with a spoon.

(laughing)

He said they'd gotten him into trouble his whole life.

So, I took a Polaroid, right? Put the picture in my pocket.

Captain shows up.

You know what he says?

"Make sure you attach the picture to the report."

What are you? Canadian?

(indistinct radio transmission)

(ball thudding)

Great...

Barry the Basehead...

he's spun.

Meth-- it gives him that disheveled look.

Hey, hey, shitbird, how you doing?

A friend of mine has a kitten, and it won't come off the roof.

Yeah, well, usually a cat gets up on its own,

it can get down on its own.

No, man, my friend threw it up there.

You are too stupid to live.

Get out of here.

asshole rodeo.

Hey, you can't take my phone.

Stop wiggin. I'm gonna just borrow it.

I'm calling Ma!

So, call her.

Try to explain to her why you still at home

on a school day. I got strep throat

and that girl you texting with is a ho.

Chill, li'l sis.

Ooh, I hate you!

(huffs)

No, I did not have a woman in the car with me.

I can't talk about this now. I gotta go.

Hey, Brian.

Yeah?

You closed Suarez?

He copped out to you?

I reread the transcripts.

He confessed telephonically.

Excellent. What'd I miss?

Anything good happen?

Didn't you deport that little buster "Droopy"

from over at Leimert Park?

Yeah, Miguel Ramos.

What happened? He, uh,

raped and murdered this girl last Friday.

Well, God bless America.

How was Cancun?

Oh, it was good.

If I ever talk about marriage again, tell me to go out,

find some chick I don't like and buy her a house instead.

Sammy's wife just kicked him out.

The first marriage?

Don't even count. That's a starter marriage.

Didn't you, uh, didn't you take

that crazy bomb dog, had a breakdown?

Uh, drug dog, Richter.

He's doing better.

We put him on medication for Delayed Stress Syndrome.

My wife?

Hates him though.

Yeah, I'm almost there.

Hey, cuz, where you from?

I don't bang.

They said they didn't see anything.

And they're crying because...?

Bring them in.

Hey, you guys wanna know how to stop

all this gang-bangin'?

Then start giving them all free marijuana.

If not, we're gonna see this shit over and over and over again.

Thank you, sir. And that's all you keep saying is "thank you."

We're gonna bring it up at the next city council meeting.

I promise you. I promise you. I wanna see this stop!

I turned my back for one minute.

I mean, one minute, you know?

She plays there all the time.

Are you high?! Are you?!

Whoa, whoa. What did you do with her?!

I didn't do anything! What did you do?!

No, no, where is my daughter?! Where?!

Ms. Davis, Ms. Davis, I'm Detective Adams.

I can only imagine how upsetting this is for you.

No... Okay, we're doing

everything that we can to find Kayla.

Sometimes kids just wander off.

(tires screeching)

You gotta be kidding me.

Light him up.

(siren whooping)

Get out of the car.

Why do I have to get out of the car?

Get out of the car now, numbnuts.

Know who my father is?

Why? Your mother didn't tell you?

Step to the curb.

Dude, you became an actor?

I'm not an actor.

I'm being punk'd, right?

Search the car.

Hey, you're making a big mistake.

You can't search my car without just cause.

(chuckling)

You're watching way too much TV, dude.

Put your hands on the car, palms down; spread your legs.

What, you're arresting me?

What are the charges? No charge.

The services of the LAPD-- see, they're free for you.

You're a dick!

Yeah? Cops have feelings too, you know?

Now I'm gonna need a hug.

Hook him up.

Hey, Ben, right?

Can you help me out here, dude?

No.

Fine, I'll hire your dad.

He'll come bail me out.

He know you're doing this?

He must be real proud.

(cell phone ringing)

(heart monitor beeping)

(beeping and ringing continue)

When is somebody gonna claim this kid?

He's got no ID.

Does the tattoo tell you anything?

He a Blood? Is...

I don't think so.

(cell phone ringing)

(siren whooping)

I'm gonna get you something hot to drink.

What would you like?

WOMAN: Hurry, hurry. We know this girl.

Give her a hot tea with some honey.

We know this girl.

We like her very much.

Always playing.

We say hello and, um, so forth.

What we can do to help?

Is there anything we can do to help? I'm sorry.

My son Arsham. I am Agata.

We live right here.

Do not hesitate.

Thank you.

And if you see anything, just let us know.

Thank you.

I seen her just last night coming home with her dad

and she had on this,

this heavy bookbag on her shoulders

and it was weighing her down,

so, she was walking real slow.

I mean, they're real heavy nowadays.

You ever notice that? Uh-huh.

I'm thinking that this is a little kid.

I mean, why do they have to lug

all that heavy crap around?

You know, why can't her dad just carry it?

I mean, she was... she was little for her age.

I mean, kids nowadays are so developed.

But she wasn't. She...

She looked like a little kid.

Um, you guys are all being so helpful.

Uh, you think I can get your names down here just in case

I need to contact you?

(Agata speaking Armenian)

(sirens wailing)

MAN: Hey, what do you call two female officers in a squad car?

A tuna boat.

Oh, yeah! (groans)

(laughing)

Hey, Chickie's thinking about going to SWAT.

She should go to SWAT. She rocks. Yeah.

How many times you win Baker to Vegas?

Four.

Four times.

It's this relay race in the desert.

Chickie's our star.

DISPATCH: All units: we have a critical missing.

Described as a ten-year-old white female,

last seen at Fountain and Virgil

wearing a pink tank top, tan skirt, and pink sneakers.

Clear us from code seven.

Show us handling.

Later, guys. See you guys.

Why don't you get an all-female SWAT while you're at it?

That way you can just get people together and nag suspects

till they come out. Nee-nee-nee-nee.

COOPER: Dewey, shut up.

You're giving me a headache.

You really think

you can drag a 200-pound man out of bad scene?

With all his gear and his weapons?

COOPER: Keep it up, Dewey.

I'll knock you out and we can see.

Hey, you know what's wrong with this guy?

He come he's quiet?

He's Canadian or something.

Where you from in Canada?

Hmm? Mmm.

I'm not Canadian.

Whoa!

Get off, man.

DEWEY: Hey, easy, kid.

(Dewey laughing)

(car door alarm bell dinging)

So we got a warrant on that blond kid Dwayne,

but I need you to get her out of here.

Take her to get some coffee, all right? Okay.

And I'll let you know when we're done.

Sounds good. Russ?

She has people she can call.

Get her to do that.

I'm sure she has friends, family.

Get her to call somebody, okay?

(sighs)

Okay.

Yeah.

(car door alarm bell dinging)

DISPATCH: Any available unit: neighbors have reported a bad smell

coming from 322 Wilcox, apartment A.

It's probably a DB call.

By the time you pull in the driveway

you should know what you have:

the hair on your arms tells you.

Buy the call.

Show us handling.

So, what is this for you?

It's gonna look good on the resume?

Nice little

steppingstone till you land that cushy job?

Go be a slapdick somewhere?

Sound about right?

I'm a cop, same as you're a cop, sir.

Oh, I doubt that, Richie Rich.

You got 90210 written all over your face.

(phone ringing)

What do you want?

Come home and make a baby with me.

Do you still love me?

I still love you, Sammy.

It's not that simple.

Why not?

Why not? Of course it is.

Because we don't have that much in common anymore.

Oh, so who do you have stuff in common with,

all those badge bunnies lining up to blow you?

I told you I'm not seeing anybody else.

Why aren't we close anymore?

(sniffling)

Why don't we make love?

I don't... I don't know.

I mean, I get... I get...

I get... I'm not doing this. I gotta go.

Don't go.

I gotta go, Tammi. Good-bye.

Fine. I'm keeping the dog.

You hate the dog!

You hate the dog.

(sighs)

Hey.

I'm Detective Bryant,

and I appreciate what you're doing.

Uh, which one of you is Nyesha?

Um, do you mind coming in this room over here

to talk to me and my partner?

Mom says not to.

To wait till she gets here. That's all right.

Uh, who is...

Janila? Janila?

Do you mind talking to me?

It's okay.

Good, thank you.

Um...

you're Tanya?

Ah.

Ha-ha-ha. We just want

to get a general idea of what you guys saw this morning, okay?

NYESHA: We gonna have to go to court?

No, where'd you hear that?

I-I don't even remember your names.

I-I could give you some code names.

You want to do that?

Yeah?

Come on.

I smell this from two blocks away.

Turn the electricity off? No.

Telling me the truth?

He doesn't pay his rent.

(dogs barking) What am I supposed to do?

He's got dogs.

I forgot.

Hello?

Sir?

(barking continues)

Call Animal Control.

1585, request Animal Control.

Our location.

Something's going on, right?

That's why you brought me here.

Could you tell me what it is, please?

Look, I'm never going to lie to you, okay?

Ms. Davis?

Look at me.

I promise.

Hey.

I promise.

Okay?

(dogs barking)

We're ready.

(dogs growling, barking)

(Cooper sighs)

(Sherman moans)

(gagging)

(panting)

(growls, whines)

You sure you gotta put 'em down?

I'll take 'em.

That little pink nose-- kind of a sweetie.

WOMAN: He's tasted human flesh.

Once they've tasted human flesh, you just can't be sure.

Yeah, well, I went south on my wife about a year ago,

you gotta put me down?

(Dewey laughing)

DEWEY: What the hell's wrong with your partner?

He looks kind of sick down there.

Yeah, Tori Spelling threw up

all over his brand-new patent leather Mary Janes.

You guys be nice when you say good-bye today.

It could be his last day on the job.

No, no, no, no, no.

Do not let him get to you.

It's not personal, you know.

What is his problem?!

There's a lot of theories on that one.

Why you wearing purple, Janila?

You affiliated with Grape Street?

That's cool.

You got a boyfriend in Grape Street?

Yeah.

Janila,

help me out here.

I promise you, I'll keep you out of it.

It don't work like that. Where did you hear that?

I learned that before I learned the alphabet.

(laughs)

BRYANT: You're cute.

I went on the Web site once.

You think I could be a cop?

Sure.

OFFICER: Clear.

It's clear.

OFFICER 2: It's clear.

OFFICER 3: Detective Adams?

APB's been put out. Good.

If he comes home, put out a call.

I don't want him spooked and taking off.

Nobody goes near

this apartment just in case he's watching.

Stay out of sight and on the radio.

(siren whooping in distance)

DISPATCH: Uh, can I have a backup on Morris?

COOPER: Hey, baby, show me your tits.

(laughing)

Yeah, no freebies for you, asshole.

Mmm. Shawna, Ben.

Ben, Shawna.

Hey. SHAWNA: Howdy.

I trained this crazy chick.

Shawna works Vice in case you didn't guess.

Where's the guys?

Oh...

(laughs)

(laughing): Oh, Mr. Holmes,

could I just touch it once?

I heard it's really big.

It's huge, bro.

(laughter) This is Ben.

Ben, I'd like you to meet

two of the biggest degenerates

I have the pleasure of knowing: it's Vid and Eddie.

What's his story?

He's working the bushes at Barnsdall Park.

COOPER: Barnsdall, right.

It's this public park, right?

Has these huge posted signs, like,

(shouting): every two feet.

"This area is under surveillance

by the Los Angeles Police."

(laughter)

Freaking idiot.

(radio crackles)

MAN: How... How much?

SHAWNA: Depends. What'd you have in mind?

MAN: I don't know.

The act and the price.

You got to say it out loud, dude!

MAN: Fif... 50 bucks for a blow-and-go?

EDDIE: Bingo!

SHAWNA: Just get out of here, okay?

EDDIE: She had him. What is she doing?

SHAWNA: What's the matter with you?

MAN: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What's the matter with me?

You're on... You're on the street

selling your body for sex.

Yeah? Well, I'm not the one

with a baby in a car seat in the backseat,

you asshole.

Just get out of here, okay?

I'm a cop,

you moron!

(tires squealing)

Nice hanging with you guys.

VID: Later, bro.

Later. Nice meeting you.

See you, man. Sure. Yeah, take it easy.

It's like driving through the sewer

in a glass-bottom boat, right?

We getting to you, boot?

You don't think you can handle it,

get out now.

Do us all a favor.

Quit.

What right you got to keep my kid?

You don't have the right

to interview a 14-year-old without a parent!

Let's go, the both of you.

Where's Tanya?

Baby, your mama's coming.

You keep your mouth shut.

Listen, I don't want to offend you in any way,

but this was an attempted murder,

and these girls were witnesses.

You threatening me?

No, we're not threatening you.

We're asking you for your help.

If it ever came down to them having to go to court,

which would not happen--

but if it did, we could move you.

Move me?

I'm not moving anywhere.

Where do you live, sir?

Where do I live?

That's right.

I live in Castaic.

When you live around here, in this world,

with what we got going on,

then you got the right to tell me what to do.

Let's go, the both of you. Now!

You have anything else you want to ask me,

I got free incoming. You can call me.

He calls you, he better get a lawyer.

Come on, girls. Let's get out of here. Come on.

She's definitely filing a complaint.

FEMALE DISPATCHER: All units, I have a Code 2

call for Unknown Trouble at Fletcher and 136th Street.

Neighbors are complaining about noise.

We're end of watch now.

What do you want to do?

Unknown troubles can be funky.

15-A-85, show us responding Code 2

to Fletcher and 136th Street.

MORETTA: When we spoke earlier,

you said you had a pretty good view of those men

from the front window of that bus.

"I got a good look

at all three of those boys."

No, no.

I never said that.

BRYANT: Excuse me. Uh,

does he have to be here?

I'm her ex.

BRYANT: Yeah?

You live here?

Came to see my kid.

Well, your kid's not here.

(siren blaring)

(Bryant sighs)

Thanks.

(sighs)

Wait. You got to understand.

I lost two nephews.

My best friend lost her son.

Everybody's lost somebody.

Everybody bangs around here.

Shoot, we got our own war on terror right here.

(indistinct shouting, ball bouncing in distance)

MAN: Hey! Hey!

(phone ringing)

What's up, Janila?

What?!

Okay. All right, all right.

All right.

Repeat it slowly.

Yeah, I think you'd make an outstanding cop.

Thank you, Janila.

You're the best, sweetheart.

She wrote the license plate number down on her hand.

She just didn't want to say it with the other girls around.

Didn't want anyone to know. That makes sense.

Mm. Smart one, huh?

Yeah.

(barking in distance)

(music playing)

(loud barking)

Uh, run

the car first.

Then call for backup.

Unknown trouble calls could be cop ambushes.

(garbled radio transmission)

(sighs)

(dogs barking and howling)

Okay.

There he is: Hector Munoz, aka Zig-Zag.

This kid just got out of prison two days ago.

Droopy says they been out doing ABGs.

What?

Anybody goes.

Yeah, this is William 52.

I'd like to put out a citywide broadcast.

Hector Munoz, age 18, wanted for attempted murder.

Considered armed and dangerous.

Vehicle's a '64 blue Impala.

California license plate number 2-Sam-Boy-Ida-6...

5-3.

Show us Code 6 George with backup at 136th and Fletcher.

Do you request an airship at this time?

Airship alert and on standby, not overhead.

(loud, booming music plays in distance)

(glass breaking, dog barking)

We should call SWAT in.

This is not a SWAT callout.

It's a bunch of drunk cholos.

Cuff first, then search.

(dogs barking)

(gate squeaking)

(dogs barking and howling)

(glass breaking)

(coughing)

(loud barking)

(loud rap music playing)

(glass breaking)

(barking continues)

(loud rap music playing)

(glass breaking)

Stand up. Put your hands in the air.

Gun!

CHICKIE: Get down on your tummy.

COOPER: I will shoot you through your head.

CHICKIE: Hands on the side.

COOPER: Put your hands in the air now!

(barking)

(bottles clinking)

Get down!

Relax, fool.

COOPER: Hey, stay down.

CHICKIE: Get your hands above your head.

Relax, man. You cuff him. I got the gun.

MAN: No! Shut up!

(dogs barking, loud rap music playing)

(man grunts)

Take him down to the car now.

No, I haven't finished searching him yet, sir.

What are you, Generation Y?

When I ask you to do something,

you do it!

I'm your superior officer.

(barking)

(dogs barking and howling)

Get your ass down here.

How you doing?

I'm doing great.

Huh? That's good,

'cause you look like a dead man to me.

You just got temporary use of your arms and legs.

Shut the fuck up.

Get him in the car now!

COOPER: Officer down. Shots fired.

Roll me an RA now!

(dogs barking, siren blaring)

Dewey?

(groaning) I got you.

I got you. Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. I got you.

(monitor beeping)

(sniffling)

(sighs)

(sniffling)

Listen, Miss Cole, we know who did this.

Who are they?

Some kids in a gang.

One of them got out of prison two days ago.

How can that be?

My son's not affiliated.

Henry never messed with that.

Little kids running around killing each other

'cause they wear the wrong colors,

or they are the wrong color.

They need to leave that alone.

Yes, ma'am.

Baby, go and see your brother.

Go on, now.

(sniffles)

Henry?

I don't hate you.

ADAMS: We need to band together and try to bring

this young lady home to her family.

Thank you, Detective.

And that's the latest from the scene.

We're gonna send it back to you in the studio.

Hey, guys, I need ten minutes.

I'm gonna go home and check on my mom.

(siren chirps)

Mr. Davis, we are gonna stay on this as long as it takes.

If you need anything, give me a call.

Okay?

I'll be right back.

(loud, indistinct shouting, helicopter whirring)

(loud, indistinct shouting)

(helicopter whirring, indistinct shouting)

(women shouting)

You okay, son?

CAPTAIN: You can't do that.

Listen up.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Where did you learn to shoot like that?

Beverly Hills Gun Club?

Why don't you shut the hell up, sir?

(chuckles)

COOPER: Right in his ten-ring.

Superb.

(engine starting)

(siren blaring)

COOPER: Burn squad just showed up.

You heard of Warner Brothers?

This is "warn a brother."

You don't lie.

That's how they get you.

Lying is worse than an out-of-policy shooting.

You just tell it like it happened,

you'll be fine.

No big deal.

Taking a life

is a big deal to me, okay?

What the hell did you think the gun was for, huh?

Show-and-tell?

Look, you'll get over it.

All right, they'll send you to BSS.

You'll do all that Buddhist

"I love and revere all sentient beings" crap.

Then, at o'dark 30 next time you're up,

you will drag your weary, fried ass

out of bed; you will put on your gun and your vest,

and you will do it all over again.

You know why?

Because it's a front row seat to the greatest show on earth.

Can you abuse it?

Yes, sir.

You can, and you will.

I guarantee it.

Because it is relentless, and it gets to you,

and it seems like it changes nothing.

But a day like today--

with some interesting capers

and a few good arrests-- that's good.

But every once in a while,

you get to take a bad guy off the streets for good...

and that, my friend, is God's work.

So, now, you want

to be a pussy and quit, you quit.

You're a cop

because you don't know how not to be one.

If you feel that way, you're a cop.

If you don't, you're not.

You decide.

WOMAN: Lydia?

Yeah, Ma.

Sorry.

Want me to make you something to eat?

I'm not hungry.

Go back to sleep.

We have ants?

There was a dead cockroach.

They were all over it.

I would have used that spray,

but you said it was too toxic.

All right, Ma.

POLICE CHIEF (over speaker): Yes, there has been a surge

of gang violence over the past few weeks.

(hip hop music playing in distance)

(crickets chirping)

(thump, thudding)

(sighs)

It's Arsham, right?

(sobbing)

I didn't want to hurt her.

(sobbing): But, you know, just...

she started screaming...

and I panicked...

so I put my hand over her mouth.

(sobbing)

(cuffs locking)

(radio crackling)

One King 54 requesting assistance at my location.

(radio crackling)

I'm going in now.

(sobbing)

(garbled radio transmission)

(sniffles, stops sobbing)

(resumes sobbing)

(gasping)

Arsham!

What did you do?

(speaking Armenian)

(Agata sobbing)

Is he... is he okay?

(sighs)

(baby crying softly in distance)

I like that book.

How come you read this book?

My black studies class.

For real?

My brother got shot.

What?

My brother got shot.

Oh, oh... I'm sorry.

Is he going to be okay?

They say so.

Good... good.

You need me to do anything?

Can I check with anybody about anything?

Oh, no, he's fine.

He's sleeping.

You a cop?

Yeah.

Yeah.

We got a look or something?

No, it's just the hair.

That's all.

I don't look mean or anything?

(chuckles)

* Stay out super late tonight

* Picking apples, making pie

* Put a little something in our lemonade *

* And take it with us

* We're half awake

* In a fake empire

* We're half awake

* In a fake empire

* Tiptoe through our shiny city *

* With our diamond slippers on

* Do our gay ballet on ice

* Bluebirds on our shoulders

* We're half awake

* In a fake empire

* We're half awake

* In a fake empire

(sighs)

WOMAN: Lydia?

Yeah, Ma.

I left something at work, and I had to go back.

Go back to sleep, all right?

It's early.

* Turn the light out, say good night *

* No thinking for a little while *

* Let's not try to figure out

* Everything at once

* It's hard to keep track of you *

* Falling through the sky

* We're half awake...

I had the day from hell.

I got arrested.

* We're half awake

* In a fake empire

I had a crap day, too.

* Tiptoe through our shiny city *

* With our diamond slippers on

* Do our gay ballet on ice

* Bluebirds on our shoulders

* We're half awake

* In a fake empire

* We're half awake

* In a fake empire.

COOPER: It is my opinion

that despite the circle jerk of this night,

Officer Ben Sherman performed his duties

to the highest standard.

He is and will continue to be a superior police officer.

We will be very lucky if he serves

his sworn career with the Los Angeles Police.