All language subtitles for Kings

Advertise your product or brand here
contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today

You're trying to steal my orange juice!

- No, I'm not.
- You're trying to steal...

Bitch, I'm trying to pay for it!

You're trying to steal my orange juice!

Robbery and shooting
at South Figueroa. Robbery suspect down.

I didn't shoot her!

Put that gun down, now! Now!

That girl was there a minute
and she was gone the next.

- But I didn't fire the gun!
- What did you do then?

I... I...

I shook the gun.

She said she shook the gun?

- I'm gonna put her in hell!
- Stand back. Hey, move away from here!

Don't fuck with me!

I'm not in the mood!

Just down on the floor! Shawnte, down!

Come over. Jordan, come here.

Tiger, shh!

- Jesse, get down.
- Have you all gone crazy?

Get down!

Man, knock that shit off!

The security camera
caught the dispute.

Store owner Soon Ja Du
thought 15-year-old Latasha Harlins

was going to steal some orange juice.

Du produced a handgun and shot Harlins
in the back of the head.

A jury convicted Du
of voluntary manslaughter.

A pre-sentence report
recommended the maximum, 16 years.

But Judge Joyce Karlin
imposed probation, a $500 fine,

no jail time.

She got away with murder.

How could you have peace
when this is going on?

Wake up, Los Angeles! Wake up!

...a group of
LAPD officers beating a suspect.

Every time society
comes up with something...

We saw Latasha's soul leave
her body on the tape. What shit is that?

Rodney King.

Our society wouldn't accept
a dog being beaten like that.

George Holliday
lived across the street.

He had his video camera out
and recorded what happened

when the suspect was being arrested.

We can't absorb this.

An innocent child!

Yeah,
shot in the back of the head!

Opening arguments
begin today in Southern California

in a case that shocked
the Los Angeles Police Department.

It centers on a dramatic videotape.

The trial of the four officers

will force Los Angeles
to relive a traumatic event...

Defense attorneys claiming
they couldn't get a fair trial...

Hey, love bug.

- You're up early this morning. Hm?
- Hm-hmm.

- You're my cake.
- No, I'm not the cake.

You're my favorite cake.
Good, good, good.

OK. There we go.

Good morning, everybody.

Rise and shine.

Hello.

- Good morning, sweetheart.
- Wake up.

Good morning.

Time for school. Up, up, up.

Good morning.

Good morning, darling.

Whoa, look at you.

Good morning.

- Mamma.
- Good.

Hi, little mamma. Good morning.

Oh!

Give it to me, give it to me,
give it to me.

My bird?

Come on. Get up. Come on.

Not "uhhh". Rise and shine.

Need you to get the kids ready, OK?
I gotta go deliver some cakes.

- Ow, ow, ow!
- Did you hear me?

- You're breaking my hand!
- If you had...

- Lawsuit! Lawsuit!
- Nicole.

I've always had good grades
and never done anything against the law.

Listen to me!
If you hadn't been suspended already,

this would give me good enough reason
to expel you for good!

You willfully defied the legal authority
of all school personnel.

I got it! Did you see that asshole
right there? Grabbed me by the throat...

- Calm down. Calm down!
- With two hands!

Calm down? What do you want me to do?
I can sell avocados,

bananas and pineapples.

- Students, move inside.
- At the corner of 3rd and Broadway.

- Call the school counsellor.
- No, no, fuck it. Skid Row! Skid Row!

I accept you!

Please!
I want you to call the counsellor.

She can help you, Nicole.

'Sup. Here comes the LAPD!

Boom, boom. Boom, boom.

Boom, boom.

Hey! You looking for
some kicking on ass?

You need to watch
your remarks again and lower the volume.

You are disrupting the entire school.

You saw what they did
to that Rodney King.

You saw his face after he got beat?

- Go home.
- It wasn't very pretty, Miss Baum.

- No, it wasn't. Go home, Nicole.
- Wasn't very pretty.

- Rodney King.
- Call the counsellor. Go home!

Rodney King! Rodney King!

- Students, you need to stop.
- Rodney King! Rodney King!

Rodney King!

Back to your classes.

All right, students.
Go back to your class.

What happened to Rodney King
was very well done for his ass.

Good day.

Go back to your classes now.

In Los Angeles
another well-known charge of crime

is in the news tonight.

Alleged assault.

The four Los Angeles police officers
who appeared in that videotape

of the Rodney King beating
went on trial today.

The case against
Sergeant Stacey Koon

and Officers Laurence Powell,
Timothy Wind and Theodore Briseno,

all accused of assault
with deadly weapon charges,

might never have made it to court

had not an amateur cameraman
caught the beating on videotape.

There were a total of...

- You all right, Jess?
- Yes. Leave me alone.

- You up yet?
- No. Just close the door.

You sick?
Want a hot water bottle?

No!

Where does it hurt? We're hungry!
We're hungry!

- We're hungry!
- Fuck.

Breakfast! Breakfast!
Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!

Oh, my God!

Are you gonna cook us breakfast or not?

I'm... I'm hungry.

Coming, coming,
coming, coming, coming. Ah!

Here you go.

Popcorn! Popcorn! Popcorn!

Got it!

Latasha Harlins was shot
and killed by Korean store owner...

- OK. Hello?
- Hi, Jesse. Is Millie there?

No. Millie's out. What is it?

Jordan's mother was released
from prison. The judge found...

Sorry. I didn't hear what you're saying.
What did you just say?

The judge found her fine
to care for a child

and she'd like to be reunited
with him immediately.

- Fire!
- OK!

Jesse?

OK, everybody, outside now!
Come on, come on, come on!

Come on.

Come on. Let's go. Be careful.

- Tiger! Get Carter!
- It's OK, Carter.

Hey, be careful. It's OK, Carter.

We're good. It's over.

It's not gonna explode?

No.

- Come on. Inside.
- Man!

- Peaches! It's time to go.
- Kids, I'm home.

- Hey, Millie!
- You guys ready for school?

Yeah.

You got a call
from childcare services.

It's about Jordan.

Come on, guys. Hurry up.
Let's get ready. Get ready.

Come on. Put on your bags.
Are you ready?

You got your jacket on?
Where's your jacket?

- I don't have my jacket.
- It's right here.

- Come here.
- Come on.

Come here, baby. Come here.

Stop crying
in front of Jordan.

I can't help it.

I raised him since he was...
since he was born.

- He was my baby.
- I know.

Love you.

Oh, no. Enough of this shit.

- Boy, what the hell you doing out here?
- What you doing?

- Get your ass in that car now!
- Lady!

- Hey, what are you doing?
- Nobody playing with you.

Hey!

You're not supposed
to be out here in the street and shit.

I didn't hit you too hard, did I, baby?

- No.
- OK.

- You're Dawntesha's son, right?
- Yeah.

Don't mean you have to feed him.

He's a full grown...
Wait, how old are you?

- How old do you think Peaches is?
- Er...

Peaches is missing a tooth.

- Erm, she's five?
- Five? She's six.

One off.

So it was Shawnte,

- Tiger, Ruben and Peaches.
- Tiger, Ruben and Peaches.

Nice to meet you.

We have a little brother and sister.

Our brother upstairs is Carter.
He's two.

- Then our tiny little cute sister...
- He's up there.

...is Sherridanne and she's about two.

Erm, Jesse's our big brother.

You agreed
we weren't taking in any more kids.

I know, but his mother is in jail
and the house is sealed up.

I'm gonna call social services
in the morning,

but we can't leave that boy
out there like that.

Fool! What are you doing?

Everybody can see you!

- Who?
- My children.

- Where are they?
- In here.

Oh...

Put that shit away!

Here's what's coming up...

Where is my purse?

Thank you. Thank you, Shawnte.

I'll be right back.

- Where's her skirt?
- She lost her skirt.

Get off the street in your panties.
What's the matter with you?

What's the matter with her?

Stop laughing.
Her daughter was shot.

William, give me my coat right there.
Thank you.

- I want you, whore, out of here!
- What?

- Oh, my God.
- No, William, stop!

What you call her?

- You called her a whore?
- No, no, no, stop it!

What's wrong with you?

- Don't touch me!
- I got a edgy nature.

Come on, man. Drop it. OK?

- Get off! Fuck off!
- Jesus.

Any kid can lay down in the street
and you pick him up and bring him home.

- This one is crazy.
- Get away from me!

No! No! Leave him alone!
Leave him alone!

Get in the car.

Every time this happens
he locks himself in for days.

And we can't get anything out of him!

Kenny!

Hey, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny.
I need beer, Kenny.

I'll kill the first cocksucker
who comes near me!

Fuck. Now, you see what happens,
you little prick?

- Come on. He's just a boy.
- Eat shit and die. He's not a boy.

- What did you say?
- Nothing.

No, come on. Come on, nut job.
Say what you gotta say.

- You want me to say?
- Yeah.

- Really say it?
- Yeah.

You let the kids run wild.
I should call social services on you.

- How about that?
- I got a rifle, too.

- Oh, pull the fucking trigger, Kenny.
- Everybody, back in the car! Now!

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Oh, that's nice. Real fucking nice.

Call your mamma if you want.
I don't give a shit.

Only white guy
in the neighborhood.

Bye, loser.

Thank you.

- Hey, Millie. How you doing?
- Hey!

...the LAPD officer
who delivered the most baton blows

to Rodney King.

Using the videotape
and police audio transmission,

prosecutors claim Powell
was laughing after the beating.

...and asked us
questions about Latasha.

They refused
to show us the picture of the...

er... of her laying on the floor,
bleeding to death.

Come on! Let's go!

He puts his foot down
and he is thrown off balance.

Mr. Briseno is thrown off balance.

Mr. White says this is a stomp,
an unnecessary stomp.

He used his left foot, his weak foot.

Not like Mr. Wind,
he used his weak foot.

He's right-footed.

How is Officer Briseno
to stop this beating?

How's he supposed to do that?

He's supposed to do that
by using his foot instead of his hand.

He's gotta keep his own head
out of the strike zone.

"Describe the action
or the verb in a sentence."

OK. Now, describe to me a verb.

A verb is the action
in a sentence.

Would he do that
if he was trying to harm Mr. King?

Would he use his weak foot
if he was trying to harm Mr. King?

Would he do that if his purpose
was to apply unnecessary force?

Is that something that he would do?

- What about his size?
- Fuck you.

- You need to shut your ass up!
- Get out of here!

Go back to your house. Go back
inside. Please, ma'am. Go back inside.

There will never be any peace
for anybody!

Turn that lawyer off!

We got one white boy in the
neighborhood and he's losing his mind.

Did he go and he kick him
like a professional football player?

Just get back
in the house, sir!

Not like Mr. Wind.
He used his weak foot.

- What you doing?
- Gonna say anything not to go to jail!

- They're going to jail. It's on tape.
- He looks like a midget?

Mr. Briseno does
compared to Mr. King.

- I want Millie.
- Are you afraid?

Of course he is.
There's some mean motherfuckers.

I swear to God! Back it up!

Back it up! Yeah,
I can make noise! Back it up, buddy.

All right, there you are!
There you are!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God! He's destroying...
- You see that? That's a barricade!

- Stop it, or it's your ass!
- You want some more?

Yeah, you want some of this? Yeah!

No. No. No.

He heard the terrible sound
of metal against flesh.

Hey, Jess.

- Just give me a minute.
- What? Jesse.

Hey, you! What are you doing there?
What are you doing?

- Nothing.
- You're not stealing that, are you?

Nobody would steal this.

Hey, hey, hey!

Stop! You come back here!

No, never!

Not in this life or in any life.
This is the worst place in town.

- You bring back whatever you stole!
- I haven't stolen anything.

- So we got a Soon Ja Du here? Huh?
- A Soon Ja what?

You touch a hair on that girl,
you ain't going home tonight.

Yeah. I'm with them, OK?

Don't come after me
or they'll get angry.

Bye-bye.

- Thank you.
- So you with us?

- Yeah, I am.
- I'm Ed.

- I'm Nicole.
- You care for a drink?

Sure.

I don't think they're putting anything
in these, so I better have some more.

Baby girl, calm down. That's whiskey.

But they not putting
anything in these days.

Oh, whiskey makes me crazy.

Ain't nothing wrong
with whiskey making you crazy.

- Yo, what's with all the bags?
- Oh, this is everything I own.

What you doing out here
with everything you own?

I was hoping to get killed,
but that hasn't happened yet, so...

So wait, you don't have a place to stay?

I mean, I got a friend of a friend,

said he'd let me stay
in his broom closet, but...

I don't know.

- You're beautiful.
- Yeah.

- She's a real pretty girl, man.
- Nah, man, she's marvelous.

I mean, come on. Look at you.
I mean, look at those lips.

Look at me.

Ooh... You like that?

- She's like a kid, man.
- Nah, man. She's a little woman.

- Come on, man, knock this off.
- Come on man.

Back up, man. She's enjoying it.

Right? I mean, you know
you drive any man crazy, right?

How 'bout this?

You wanna take a ride?

What do you say? I mean, you could just
come and stay at my place.

Come here. Let me tell you something.

I'm gonna take you home

and you gonna show me
that round ass...

those brand-new breasts,

and I'm gonna fuck you

and you're gonna love it.

And then you're gonna
wrap your legs around me

and I'm gonna fuck you
over and over and over again.

- You want that, right?
- You need a bath.

Let's go somewhere.
Come on, man.

- You need a bath.
- What?

You're a real big ugly shit, you know?
What the hell's wrong with you?

- You little bitch!
- So now I'm little?

A minute ago you were hitting for sex,
you fucking pig!

- Motherfucking bitch!
- You're a crazy, stinking cocksucker!

- I suggest you shut up! OK?
- Cocksucker! Old pervert!

- Eddie, stop, man!
- You bitch!

Come here! Come here!
I'll kick the shit out of you.

- You're out of your mind! Huh?
- Come here!

You better grab your little girl!

- Fuck you!
- Hey! No guts, huh? No balls?

- I bet you don't even have a dick.
- You crazy?

Why should I be afraid of him?

- Who the fuck are you talking to?
- Gotta go.

- You lucky! Fucking bitch!
- Get the hell out of here!

I see you. I see you.

- Get out of here!
- Good evening, sir.

You know
why I pulled you over?

Hey, where did my friends go?

The guys with the whiskey.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Wait. Wait.

This is the third time
I got pulled over.

I don't have a light out.
What's the matter?

Sir, your license, please.

I got trailed on the freeway.
I pulled over.

You guys wrote me up and then some
squad stops me down on Normandie.

Look, I'm not drunk. I'm not even black.

What are you doing? No. Stop.

- Go away.
- You wanna get yourself killed?

I need a place to stay
and I'm tired, OK?

- Come on.
- Just close the door.

It's cold out there.

Fine. Suit yourself. Move over.

Sir, what I'd like is
a little respect for an officer of law.

I'm sure you would,
but I'm not able to deliver that.

Hey, whoa! Easy now. Easy. Easy.

Are you sure
you wanna sit in their car?

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

- It's not safe out there.
- You're gonna drive me nuts.

- Then you get out of here.
- No, no, no.

I'm gonna wait to get clubbed.
That's what we're here for?

Easy. Stay right there.
What the hell is going on back here?

Get the hell out of my car.

I'm ready to go to jail, prison,
juvenile hall, whatever you got.

- What?
- I'm giving myself in.

Look, I stole from the store.

We decide
who goes to the station!

Hey! Goddamn it. Hey!

- Come on!
- Both of you, shut up.

Everybody, shut up right now!
God, I hate this fucking job!

- Please! I shoplifted.
- I don't give a shit.

There's laws against that. I need to be
taken away. I need to be taken away!

- You did it! You cracked me!
- Stay back. Sir, get back in your car!

One of my windshield wipers
does not function properly.

- Excellent police work.
- Back in your vehicle! Get back in!

Goddamn it!

- Get the fuck out of my car.
- Please! No!

What don't you understand?
Get out. You too, fuckface! Come on!

Listen to me. Listen to me.
Both of you, get out of here now.

Do you understand me? Go home.

Don't come back. Is that clear?

Hey, buddy...

Hey! Whoa, what the hell?

What...? Get out of your car!

Right here. It's gonna be there.

Where you been, lover boy?
Out fucking?

- Shh.
- I knew you was out fucking.

- I got a way of knowing these things.
- Shh.

- I never had whiskey before.
- What? That's what she drank?

- Just shut up.
- Shh.

- Jesus Christ, look at that showing.
- Man, get out of here.

She looks good.
I wanna keep looking at her.

She's knocked out.
She doesn't even know what the hell.

- Hi.
- Hi.

How the hell did I get here?

You don't remember?

No.

The last thing I remember,
I was standing in the street,

looking at the moon,
and it was a big moon.

I'd never seen a bigger moon.

And I remember you.

Where's Millie?

Out delivering cakes or cutting hair
or swinging a mop somewhere.

We still starving. Look. Look at this.
These kids are always ready for food.

Man, forget that.
Now, we have a problem.

Millie's too stupid to steal
and we gotta do something.

We'll go in the supermarket
and take everything we want.

When you're in the supermarket,
if they catch you stealing,

they can only approach you
when you're out the mall.

- OK.
- William, this is Nicole.

OK. All right, y'all.
Listen to me. OK?

This stroller is perfect
for shoplifting.

- William, cut it out.
- What?

OK, the apartment is empty
as long as William's mom's gone.

You can come and go as you please,
but you have to use the side window.

The front door's stuck shut.

Come on. I'm gonna drop you in.

You all right? Oh...

You can spit on the floor here.

What the hell is this?

Carter, what's going on, bud? Carter!

Carter!

William, William! Oh, my God.

Quick, quick, quick.

- Hold the cheese. Keep the cheese.
- This is super big.

No. Get in line. Stay in line.
Get in line.

- What?
- Stay right here.

Thank you.

- William. You ready?
- All right. Come on.

Hey!

You want a chicken taco?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Mm. God, I love chicken.

And I love eating.

Do you want a milkshake? Yeah?

The case that won't go away

grew from an argument
in South Los Angeles.

Pay you ten bucks.

A surveillance camera captured the...

Kids, come here! Santa's home!

- What?
- Santa?

- What's up?
- What? Santa?

- Hey, give me the controller!
- I got a Nintendo!

- Did you steal this?
- No.

- Oh, my God.
- Yes!

It's from Santa.

- Jesse...
- Hey.

Some son of a bitch
sneaked in and stole the toilet.

What?

- How'd they do that?
- It doesn't have a lock on it.

And it's just two screws.

The world may never know.

There's an effort underway
in Los Angeles to recall a judge

because of a controversial decision
in the killing of a teenager.

Judge Joyce Karlin
still argues that Du is no criminal.

I know a criminal when I see one.

I know a person who presents a danger
to the community when I see one.

Oh!

Come on! Come on!

Hey!

Hey, wait one goddamn minute!
Where'd you get that?

Get your own toilet.
This is my girlfriend's.

- Hey, William!
- William, come on.

Wait. I got it. I got it.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

- OK?
- Yeah, OK.

The guy was walking around with it.

I can't wait to get you in my bed.

And then at 3:52,
watch what you see.

At 3:52, you see Mr. King still moving,

far higher than a push-up position.

Coming around,
his head comes around,

you see Tim Wind
appear to start a swing

and as Mr. King's head
is coming into that area of swing...

Is he saying that Rodney King
hit the baton with his face?

Want me to break those men
in half for you?

I'll call you on that.

He thinks he something
now he got a gun.

Yeah. Yeah, boy,
he think he hot shit now.

I mean it.

- Nice, baby. I love this.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Give me the gun.

They're in the courtroom. Just drop it.

...watch the lower torso of Mr. King.

Why don't we gun down Soon Ja Du?

Why does everybody in town
want that Soon what Du's ass?

You new in Los Angeles? Soon Ja Du.

Killed that girl Latasha for going
to the store and getting orange juice.

You trying to take my orange juice?

What?

- Man, what the fuck?
- Latasha died right there.

I swear, one day you're gonna
put a bullet in my heart.

- While I be laying there dying...
- Cheer up. Won't happen again.

We for or against killing Soon Ja Du?
I was thinking about shooting her.

Best thing to do in any situation
is do what you wanna do.

- I wouldn't shoot her.
- Why not?

I don't know.

You let me know when you know.

What kind of shit are y'all on?

You don't kill people.
You don't even talk about it.

Why not?
Soon Ja Du blew that girl's brains out.

She's lazing at a park,
feeding ducks or at a circus.

- Wait, that woman didn't go to jail?
- No, she didn't.

- Wait. No shit?
- No shit.

The judge said jail will harm her.

We do something, we go straight to jail.
Hell, they try to put us under the jail.

- So you in?
- No, she's not.

- Killing's against the law.
- Anything interesting is.

- Be serious.
- I am. Latasha's life had a meaning.

Killing would be
the worst fuck-up.

Take it easy. We shouldn't blow
anybody's brains out.

- Listen to her.
- But I could blow her shop up for you.

You just get me a bottle, some gas,
a tampon and boom. No more shop.

- No. Babe.
- You give me a place to stay.

You don't say shit like that.
Have you lost your goddamn mind?

- We'll do it when nobody's in.
- No!

Or I break those men
in half for you.

Look at you.

You're growing so pretty.

No, no, no, no, no!

Are y'all serious?

No!

You just wait.

Stop.

- What's the plan?
- Just stay the fuck alive.

- No, we're putting their tires down.
- The plan is to break everything.

My plan was to live to at least 2000.
Now I gotta reshape it. Fuck that guy.

That's a nice thing for you to tell
Nicole, but she hasn't fucked me yet.

Hey, come over here.

OK. Give me.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, you cool.

Come on, brother. Get in there.

- What's this?
- A do-it-yourself motor.

- Shit, man, that's nice. You good.
- Yeah. Grab that knife.

Go, go. Come on.

Go, go, go.

Come on.

Shit.

I want out.

- Just let me get through this.
- Give it to me.

God, just let me finish!

- Let's go!
- Why?

- William!
- Let's go! Come on!

Move, move, move, move!

Run!

Move your asses!
They're gonna shoot us!

- Thank God he can move.
- He got shot.

- Shot? My man didn't get shot.
- He got hit in the...

- Brah, that's just like...
- William's in there praying for death.

- He got hit.
- Shut the fuck up, man.

Look, your man William
got grazed by a bullet.

I didn't get hit, right?

- How you doing?
- Not well, man.

Show me.

- Does it hurt?
- Just a little bit.

All right.
Now rock your toes back and forth.

Does it hurt now?

- Just medium.
- It's bleeding a little.

You good?

- I'm hurt.
- Stop it.

This is gonna hurt.
That was the stupidest plan.

It wasn't even a plan.
Raid a police station? We're idiots.

Man, it's a eye for a eye.

You push me, I'm gonna push you back.

It's death. I'm bleeding to death.

- Look, Nicole. Death!
- God, stop. You're such a baby.

Shit, man. This hurts.

Fuck, this hurts bad.

- We should get you to hospital.
- I don't need no hospital.

All right, die then.
See if we give a shit.

The jury is still out

in the case against
four Los Angeles policemen

charged in the beating
of motorist, Rodney King.

It's the sixth day of deliberations.

Not only for the defendants
is the suspense unpleasant.

This case unsettled Los Angeles
from its very beginning, 13 months ago,

and with the odds for acquittals
or a hung jury increasing

with every day of deliberation,

a growing number of ministers
in minority neighborhoods

is encouraging their congregations

to react to the verdicts
with reason, not emotion.

- Boys! It's time to come in!
- We're playing!

For the fifth day,
the officers showed up

at the Ventura County courthouse,
only to be told no verdict.

What's going through
your mind, Larry?

A lot. You know,
I'm just hoping for a good result.

Boys! Your dinner is getting cold.

Can you please come in here
and help me set the table?

We're almost done!

Lady! Hey, lady! I'm trying to work!

Get them to shut up
or we are gonna have an all-out brawl!

Look, you don't start nothing,
there won't be nothing.

Thank you.

No, no. Let me handle it.

- Hmm... Thought y'all wanted to play.
- We're finished.

But I called you in three times,
but y'all said you wanted to play.

Well, now y'all can play
till the sun comes up.

- No, wait.
- No, Millie! No!

- Millie, no! Let us in!
- It's just gonna be for a minute.

Teach their little butts a lesson.

Boys?

Boys!

They're hiding.

For the first time
since the trial began,

the issue of racism
has been introduced.

The prosecutor asked Powell
about a message he had sent

to another officer
before the King incident

on his patrol car's computer terminal.

Referring to his previous call,
which involved African-Americans,

Powell typed, "It was right out
of 'Gorillas in the Mist'."

The prosecutor also hammered away

at the meaning behind
another computer message

sent by Powell
after King was in custody.

Powell, communicating again
with the same officer, typed,

"Oops. I haven't beaten anyone
this bad in a long time."

All right. Come on.

Come on. It's not that bad.
I mean, it's not the end of the world.

Let someone shut the door on you
and see if you don't cry.

Sure. OK. Erm...

Let's have a look what's on
the television. Let's see what's on.

Here you are.

Right. Who's hungry?

Anybody hungry?

What have we got? We got beer,
we got carrots and we got, erm...

...the prosecutor
pushed the issue.

Shit. OK. We don't need that.
We don't need that. Let's see.

Let's get some cartoons here
or something.

Right!

Who wants pizza?

- Yeah, I wrote all of this.
- No, I mean, like this...

There was... No, I can't...

Purple.

- What?
- Purple.

Cow.

- Oh!
- Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

Give it to me.
Give it to me. Give it to me.

- Get up...
- Get up now.

I'm sorry to bother you,
but my kids are here.

Oh, my God!

Oh, God!
I've been looking all over for you.

Why did you leave the backyard?

I told you,
you never leave the backyard.

We're sorry, Millie.

What? You gonna call
social services on me?

No.

- Hi, baby.
- Hey, peanut.

Whisper something sweet in my ear.

Tell me you love it.

I love it. I love it!

Come. Come back to me, baby.

Millie, this is a dream.

What? What the hell?

- This is just a dream.
- This is not a dream.

- Well, maybe...
- You are mine.

- It's just a dream.
- You're mine.

- This is just a dream.
- You...

Can I have some milk, please?

Tell me you love it.

OK. Come on, Peaches.

Hello?

Hey, Angela.

- What?
- Mamma.

What do you mean
Jesse and William ain't at school today?

When did you see 'em?

KNX 1070 Newsradio. Good afternoon.

It's 73 degrees here in Hollywood
on a hazy Wednesday, April 29th.

Here are the headlines at 4:05.
As you just heard on CBS news,

four officers charged
in the Rodney King incident

are found not guilty
on all counts but one.

A mistrial was declared
on that single charge.

Back up!

- Millie.
- I need a favor.

Can I bring my kids over?
What the hell?

- What the hell's going on?
- What the hell is he doing?

They acquitted the four cops
that kicked the shit out of Rodney King.

- What did she just say, Maria?
- The verdict just came in.

They found the four cops that beat
Rodney King not guilty on all charges.

- That's not possible.
- Did you hear?

There's heavy shit
going down on Adams.

There's boys fighting the police and
neighborhood boys are running there.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, God.

- Get out of here!
- What?

There's a cop with a gun.

What do you mean? Where?

They're after some kids. Don't go there.

- They're shooting everywhere.
- God, Jesse.

- What's happening?
- Did we miss the fun?

No, no, no.
Back inside, boys. Come on.

Shawnte, I'm gonna leave you
in charge. I don't want you outside.

I don't even want you
in the backyard, OK? No, no, no.

Just stay inside. I'll be back.

You're under arrest.

- You're under arrest. Get into the car.
- I'm just trying to talk to you.

I gotta get William and Jesse,
but, girl...

Oh, shit! They're taking my boys!

Mom, Mom, we didn't do nothing.

- We didn't do nothing, Mom.
- What did they do?

Why? Why are you doing this, officer?

What are you gonna do?
You wanna kill me?

- You gonna do a Rodney King on me?
- He said he didn't do it.

- He assaulted an officer.
- No, man, I didn't do nothing!

You don't have to hurt him!

Go back in your houses.

Put your feet down!

Something is going on.

- Come on, man! He didn't do nothing!
- He did something wrong!

He didn't do nothing wrong!

He didn't do nothing!

He did nothing wrong! This is wrong!

Isolate the most virulent elements
from the rest of the group.

Y'all disrespecting innocent people!

No! No! No!

I didn't do nothing.

Y'all trying to take our black boys!
Y'all trying to take our black boys!

It's not right!

- Up! Up! Up!
- It's not right! It's not right!

No! No! No!

- Watch your head.
- No! No! No!

- Stop resisting!
- No!

- Get in the car! Get in the car!
- No! No!

- No!
- Get her in. Get her in.

We ain't afraid!
We got guns just like them!

Let us out!

They call that justice?
I'm gonna show them some justice!

Rodney King verdict just came in.
All four cops, they're not guilty.

We're taking this to the streets.
Get dressed. Let's go.

They ain't got to pay shit!

Man, come on!

It's time to even up the score!

Rodney King, Latasha,
this is for you!

- William!
- We gotta step in!

- Let us out!
- No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

- No justice, no peace!
- Let me out!

No justice, no peace!

Let them go!
Let them go! Let them go!

I want everybody out!

...overhead
between Vermont and Western.

That's about a mile stretch of
Torrance, west of the Harbor Freeway.

Rock throwing, looting, intentional
ramming of vehicles, you name it.

- Stop it!
- Rodney King, this is justice!

Stop!

No! Stop!

Stop! No! No!

Stop! Stop!

Come on! Come on!

- Stop! Stop!
- Get off me!

Get off the car!
Get off the car!

Stop! Stop! There's a man on the car!

Wait! There's someone stuck onto us!

You're dragging a man
on the back of the car.

Some guy just jumped
onto the trunk and fell to the ground.

Oh, Lord Jesus! Oh, Jesus!

Let him go.
What does he have to do with this?

William!

No! Don't hurt him!

- William, please!
- Please, stop it!

William!

Oh, God. Jesse...

- William.
- What have you done?

Please... Please, just...

Hey, man. William, William...

Somebody, help.

Help!

- Fuck.
- He's hurting too much.

- Fuck.
- He's hurting. We gotta drop him.

Just put him down. Just put him down.

Nicole, press it. Press the wound.
Press here, OK? Press here.

It's gonna be all right.
We're gonna get you help.

Disregard that call.
I want everybody out.

We're leaving the area to regroup.

A male assaulting a grey
vehicle with a female locked inside.

57 to units en route. Identify.

77 to units en route. Identify.

- For the present time...
- What are you doing?

I want everybody out. Now!

- Wait! Stop!
- What are you doing?

- Put that out! Put that out right now!
- Screw you!

Oh, shit! Shit!

- Put that out!
- Burn this shit down!

- Gonna burn this shit down.
- I'm gonna stop the car!

Get the fuck out of the car!

- Get out of the car!
- Out!

- Get out of the car!
- Go, go!

Get out! Go! Go! Move! Go!

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Hell.

Oh, shit.

Help! Stop, stop, stop! Stop!

Shit.

28th and Griffith. All right?

All right. We're waiting. Thank you.

Hey, no! Stop! Don't go!

Oh, my God in heaven.

Ruben! Tiger!
Come downstairs to the TV!

- What is it?
- What the...? What?

Just come here.

And look at this.

Who knows if that van's been stolen?

What? Why are there
so many people?

Hi!

Look what they're doing.

- They look so happy.
- Of course they're happy.

Hey, Grandma, we didn't get your shoes,
but we got all kinds of other stuff!

And the looters did not stop there.

What has life done to you?

Help me!

Get in.

Jesus.

He's gonna lose all his blood.

Fuck.

The ambulance crews require
police escorts to enter the area.

We're waiting for the police.

How long is it gonna take?
There's victims all over the place.

- We know. It's all over the news.
- My friend is dying. Do you understand?

He's just a boy
and he's dying out here.

- Please. You have to help us.
- I don't know what to tell you.

I'm not getting anything
from the police right now.

Kids!

Kids!

Kids!

I finished my homework, but if
you want me to put the Barbies away...

Baby, where is everybody else?

Downstairs.

Get the door. Get the door.

Where should we take him?
Where the fuck are we?

Where are the streets signs? They
took away all the fucking street signs!

I can't see anything.

Can't see.

Careful, Nicole!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Get out of here!

Sir! Help! Help us!

Sir!

Get out! Back away!

Get the fuck out of the car!

This is the police station! Back it out!

Come on!

OK. I know. I'm gonna make you
all something to eat right now.

I know you're hungry.

I'm gonna make some food. I know.

OK. OK, just... One sec.

Oh, shit. OK.

What's he looking for?

I don't know. Maybe he's trying
to find something to break these cuffs.

OK, I'm coming, babies.

Just give me one... one second.

Goddamn it! Oh, shit!

Come here! Shit!

Oh, shit!

Not today! No.

- No, you... you motherfucker!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- It's dead. It's dead. It's dead.
- Oh, my God.

Millie, Millie. It's all right. It's OK.

- My boys...
- No, no, no, it's OK. It's OK.

I thought you were the sane one.

Hey, come here. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come here.
Come here. Come here.

I gotta find my boys.

Now sit. Sit down here. Sit down.

- My babies.
- Come on. Sit down. OK.

Here, here, here.

I thought you were sane.
Let me tell you, you're fucking crazy.

Now, keep really still
'cause I've never done this before.

Oh, God. Oh, Jesus.

- Count to three, right?
- Oh, God!

- Whoa! Ha-ha! First time!
- Oh, God.

- I need a beer.
- Thank you.

Hey, hey.

- I gotta find my boys.
- All right.

I gotta find my car keys. I gotta
find my boys. Where are my keys?

As God as my judge, I promise you,
this will be the end for you

of the bacon double cheeseburger,
the flame-grilled chicken burger,

the Big Fish,
the Bacon King, the Whopper,

the Bacon King and Cheese Whopper.

Now, it's your circus.

But if you burn down this Burger King,

we will never ever rebuild another
restaurant in your neighborhood again.

You could say goodbye
to our Chicken Nuggets

with the buffalo, ranch, honey mustard,
and barbecue dipping sauce.

To the hand-spun strawberry shake,

the vanilla soft-serve,
the chocolate-chip cookies.

You will have to consider being done
with the hot-caramel sundae,

the strawberry
and the chocolate sundae forever!

- Oh, free food!
- Yeah!

Where's the...?
Where's the fucking hospital?

Hey! Excuse me! Where's the...?
How do you get to the hospital?

William!

Get back on Hoover. South on Hoover.

- Well, where's Hoover?
- Take a left.

- Please, open your eyes!
- William!

- William!
- God, William!

- I can't feel his heart.
- What?

- I can't...
- What? No!

I can't feel his heartbeat.

Find... Find someone.

Oh, yeah!

We then saw two people,

two motorists
that wandered into this area,

both driving trucks, ripped out of
their automobiles, beaten unconscious.

Then their pockets picked.

When they stood up to try to...
when they came to, covered in blood,

trying to get out of the area,
they were beaten back to the ground.

No LAPD officers on Station and King.

They were ordered, LAPD
has been ordered out of this area.

Also the liquor store, Tom's Liquor
store near Normandie and Florence,

fully gutted, people
going inside with empty hands,

coming out carrying crates,
boxes of booze, alcohol...

It was as if
the owner of the shopping mall...

...had opened the doors and ordered
the crowd to steal anything...

- Two?
- Yeah.

- Where do you live?
- Right here.

- Why did you do this?
- Because it's free!

It's free?

- Did they come back yet?
- No.

Well, then they're nowhere!
I looked all over this goddamn city!

- They're here!
- What?

They're here! They're here!

I can use this. You ever seen
anything like this, Americans?

Like these leather shoes?

- Look at my shoes, people!
- Yo, yo, yo, yo.

And how long
do you think this will go on?

Till the jury changes its mind.

Well, there you have it.
Er, Alina Van Tijen,

live from Los Angeles...

...reporting from the corner
of Western and Santa Monica.

Jesus, Millie.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Are you OK, Mamma?

I'm gonna sell these
and make some money.

Peaches, would you get your mommy
a glass of water?

Oh, my God.

Stop! Stop! It's them!

- Where?
- Right there! Oh, God!

They are gonna get it this time.
They are gonna get it.

- Boys!
- Hey!

Boys! Get over here right now!

- This is for you, Millie.
- Ruben, get over here.

You know better than
to be breaking into somebody's shop!

- Enough playing games!
- What is wrong with you? Over here!

Ruben! You're not meant to be stealing
things from a store!

Really? Of all the things
you can steal, you felt...

Hold it there. Turn around!
Put your hands behind your head.

- No. We came down here.
- Our boys have been looting.

- I saw them doing this!
- No! Listen to me!

I'm telling you to do something.

- I'm giving you an order.
- This is crazy.

- What is that?
- It's bullshit.

- Were you out pillaging?
- It's not what it looks like.

OK, OK.

Now, I asked you to shut up.

I asked you nice
to shut the fuck up, OK?

- And now you're under arrest.
- We're outta here.

What?

We got an officer who needs
assistance call. We're moving.

No. No!

Not... No!

Shit!

I'm not gonna let you get away
with this. You understand me?

You are exactly what I've been fighting
my whole life. My whole fucking life!

All right?
And let me tell you something.

I got a job. I got a badge.

I got a uniform.
And I'm gonna put you in jail.

All right? I don't care.

No, I'm gonna put you in hell

and you're not gonna get out.

Wait, wait. Wait a second.

No, no, no, no, no. No, no.

- Get back in the car.
- When are we going home?

Well, obviously not right now!

Now, get back in the car!

And what are you gonna do about it?

OK. Look here, Tiger.

You wanna talk about your birthday?

No.

OK, OK. What about Christmas?

Christmas? Man, this is better
than Christmas!

Hey!

Do what you wanna do right now.

But when I get out of these things,

I'm gonna come over there
and I'm gonna bite your toes off!

Get in the car. Get in the car!

- Get in the car!
- Windows!

- Jesus...
- Oh, God. I can't believe it.

- You smoke?
- I can't be stuck here.

- Hmm?
- No, no, no. I don't smoke.

- Here we go. There should be enough.
- I've got a pin in here.

- Let me see if I can... Maybe...
- OK, OK. This is good.

- Hey, sir, stop! Come here! Stop!
- Help! Help us!

- We're stuck here. Oh, God!
- Fuck you!

- Oh, God!
- Fuck you!

- OK. All right.
- OK. Wait. Let me try to...

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Well... was that you?

I thought it was me.

I thought I just peed myself.

It's OK. It's OK.

I've had worse.

It's only a scratch.

He's just bleeding a little.
He'll be all right.

Hey.

Hey. Please.

Please come back.

William.

William... Please, please come back.

I'm gonna need your pants.

- What?
- Strip, baby.

You can keep your panties on,
but I'm gonna need your pants.

- One more time.
- All right. Here we go.

- All right.
- OK.

- Coming down.
- OK.

Three, two.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, God.

They're out here looking at me. Shit.

I got it.

- Yes!
- Yes!

OK, OK. Slowly.

- OK, OK.
- Yes. Yes.

- Yes!
- Yes!

Sweet Jesus, sweet Jesus!

Sweet Jesus!

...urging everyone
to cooperate, stay off the streets,

anticipating that a curfew will be
put into effect tomorrow night.

There you go!

- Oh, God. Oh, God.
- OK, good. Good!

- Good.
- God...

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Additionally, we have made available

some 2,000 National Guardsmen.

They are on standby there to...

Come over. Come over.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Stop! Wait!

Stop!

No!

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, God.

Are you OK? Are you OK?

We're fine! We're OK!

Oh, God!

Ah!

Oh, God! All right.
All right. All right.

- You OK?
- Yeah. No.

I hurt everywhere.

You did it.

Don't move. Stay right there.

OK.

Any lamppost gives you any trouble,

I'm gonna knock him out.

Here's a turkey.

Hi, Jesse.

- Hi, Peaches. How are you?
- You know what?

Shawnte and the boys
were on television,

and I got to play
with my Barbies all night.

Are you all right?

Where's Millie?

She's out looking for all of you.

I went to a
different school on Normandie and 75th.

It's called City of Angels,
Normandie Middle School site.

And I go there just to turn in work

and then the teacher there
gives me more assignments

and then I'll come back home
and do those assignments.

BTI Studios

Support us and become VIP member
to remove all ads from OpenSubtitles.org