It's not nice.
Settle down!
You got him. See where that got you!
You're still caught and you got shit all over you! How do you like that?
- Center yourself. - I'm calm, okay?
- All right. - I'm calm!
Get up!
You young-ass brat.
If it wasn't for this old man, you wouldn't have caught nothing!
Even if you had roller skates. I can't believe I let your old ass catch me.
- Talk to us. - L.A.P.D:
- Lame-ass, punk-ass dickheads. - Settle down, son.
- L.A.P.D. - Settle down.
I ain't no snitch and I ain't no bitch. I ain't got to tell you shit.
You are just talking yourself into a hole.
- Take my cuffs off. I'll kick your ass! - Really...?
Will you shut up? Shut up!
I ain't did shit, man.
All right, that's it! That's it!
Let's take this sucker to the station, partner, huh?
Harbor Division Substation.
Crooked-ass police.
I'm gonna call Johnnie Cochran, Chemical Ali, Robert Shapiro.
One of them. Wait till I call my mama.
It's gonna be whack, man... What is this, man?
This is Harbor Division, son.
Nice, quiet place. We can reason together.
Here we are.
Harbor Division.
This don't look like no police station.
- Get him out of the car! - My pleasure.
- Get him out. - This don't look like no...
- Get out. - This ain't no police station.
Yeah, this is a special station for special assholes.
Hey! Not again.
- Come back here. Come on. - Goddamn!
You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay. You?
Okay.
Any opportunity, right?
Somebody doesn't like you. You're no fun to be around!
- You all right? - Somebody wants you dead.
- He okay? - He's okay, he just pissed his pants.
- I wanna talk to my mama. - You're the man.
You got nothing on my boy.
We've got a puddle of piss at the crime scene...
...and your son has a weak bladder. - And what does that mean?
That means we take your son to the station, we ask him what he saw.
He answers, we book him into custody, he lives.
He doesn't, we let him go, he dies!
He didn't do it. And he ain't getting involved.
All right, uncuff him. Let the jackals hunt him down.
- Man, what I'm talking about... - Hey, stop, stop.
Stop.
The young men that got shot...
...all were rappers since they were little boys on the street corner.
And they all wanted to be with Antoine Sartain and Sartain Records.
That was their Motown.
- I don't get the music. - You ain't supposed to.
After a few albums, they want to go out on their own.
They find out the producer's keeping all the money.
The way it's always gonna be in the music business.
Sartain goes to the joint for a while.
Klepto, the first to rebel, tells Sartain:
"I'm gonna hire a lawyer...
...to get out of my contract I signed in high school."
Sartain get out of jail.
You know what happened next.
You telling me Sartain had his own groups killed...
...because they wanted to go on their own?
Makes a powerful statement...
...to anybody thinking about breaking a contract.
Don't it?
I told you what the picture looks like.
You have to put the pieces together your own self.
We'll take care of your son for you, ma'am.
Antoine Sartain. He was a busy guy in the gangster network.
Had a lot of contacts on the outside. The music guy, right?
Big time.
He was smooth, but he was a psycho.
The guy was wired.
He had this attitude, like he could get anything he wanted.
Any contacts, friends?
A white dude came to visit him every week he was here.
For a whole year without fail.
- Got a name? - Yeah.
What was the name of the white dude?
He came to visit Sartain every week.
Wasley. Leroy Wasley.
Leroy Wasley?
"Officer Calden and his partner, Officer Leroy Wasley...
...working undercover cocaine buy. A standoff developed.
Suspect demanded to see the cash. Calden demanded to see the cocaine.
Officer Calden was shot twice in the chest.
Suspect got away with $100,000.
Some suspicion that Officer Wasley...
...may be involved with the drug dealers."
If the feds thought Wasley was dirty...
...why would they let him back up my dad on a deal?
Because they couldn't prove it, I guess.
"After an exhaustive four-month investigation...
...the case against Officer Wasley was dropped...
...due to a lack of evidence."
Joe, I want to kill him.
Easy. Easy.
There's a real can of worms here.
"Wasley wasn't the only backup.
There were three uniformed officers in the alley.
Two of them took off after the suspect.
One of them...
...came into the room to find out..." Oh, my God!
Look at this name.
Bernard Macko.
- Bennie Macko? - Bennie Macko.
Wasley and Macko. Macko and Wasley.
Something's going on here.
Oh, God. I gotta be somewhere. You okay?
Yeah, I'm good. Go ahead.
Take it easy.
Hey, Rubes. Look, IA's on my ass.
Grab some takeout, meet me at Mt. Olympus.
I don't want to go to the house.
Rube?
Ruby, where are you?
Rube?
Oh, dear. Detective, you found me.
You're under arrest, young lady.
Please don't put the cuffs on me.
You have the right to remain silent. You understand?
Gavilan with Marty Wheeler, attorney from the music business. Sleazeball.
Here's Gavilan drinking on duty. We've got photos, date, time-stamped.
This is not criminal.
I need criminal shit.
Well, boss, this may not be criminal shit, but...
- What is this? - "Nice house."
You think so?
That's Gavilan's house.
That's his front porch.
It's a classic...
...whose time hasn't come.
And her car was there all night.
Where is he now?
We lost him.
Where's she?
This is a very romantic idea.
- You're a stud. - No.
My partner's a stud.
But I've got a few...
...veteran moves.
If I take my ginkgo...
...I can still remember where I put the Viagra.
You really like this house?
I'll offer you 675 and not a penny more.
Collateral?
You're looking at it.
Sgt. Gavilan, we're taking you downtown.
What a night.
Just one question, asshole.
Why me? You got no probable cause.
- I'm a good cop. - Yeah.
You have the right to remain silent.
Here we go, Joe.
You have the right to have an attorney during questioning.
- You understand? - Yes.
I do understand the rights you've explained to me.
But you know what, I'm not gonna remain silent...
...and I do not need an attorney because this is all bullshit!
And you can put that on the record!
There's absolutely no need to take your tie off...
...during questioning, Mr. Calden.
Why's he taking his shoes off?
- I've got questions for you. - Questions for me.
I got questions for you. My first is:
How does a lightweight, needle-dick pencil pusher get assigned to IA?
Oh, he's up on the table.
- What is he doing? - He's on the table.
This conversation's being recorded. This will reflect very badly...
Excuse me. Gavilan.
What, he's got a phone?
Jerry! Slow down, Jerry.
- Excuse me! - I'm busy here.
Okay. He's "oming."
There are some discrepancies with your income and your spending.
You mean, like, I'm spending more than I'm making?
Is that news?
Keep talking.
I think he's centering. He's finding his center.
Gavilan.
What the...? What is this?
Julius, calm down, Julius. It's not over.
Julius, it's never over.
Get him off the phone!
Guys?
Gavilan. Cleo.
- Police business. - "Joe?"
I can't talk. I'll call you back later, all right?
Gavilan.
Hey, Ruby.
What is going on in...?
Muscles, man. I mean, that's...
Make him talk!
I have got the most intense compression of the L4 and L5.
We have allegations of commingling of funds.
I've been told that some yoga and some massage is really...
Oh, yoga, yoga, yoga. That's great.
You can't hold out for 7. Jerry, 7...
That's great! I think that's enough. I'm sorry.
We're that close, Jerry.
Jerry?
That looks really hard.
His position. His position looks really hard...
He's not even... He's not even talking, is he?
...to do.
A tree?
Now he's a tree?
This is a setup. And it will not hold up!
I'm sure Gavilan is next door right now...
...maintaining complete professional integrity.
And you know it!
What the hell is going on? Did you say anything in there?
- Of course not. You? - My phone wouldn't stop ringing.
Joe, K.C.!
This is insane. Can you figure this out?
No!
But I played my last card buying you a couple of hours, so you figure it out!
What did you want to talk to me about?
- I like you, Joe. - Don't bullshit me.
You didn't talk to Vice, so I made a deal with them.
- What are you talking about? - They agreed to back off...
...if I agree to testify.
- Testify against whom? - You.
I was approached by Lt. Macko.
Said he heard that you and I were involved sexually.
And maybe you and some of my girls had, you know, relationships.
The kid too.
I don't know what you did to piss Macko off...
...but he cut me a deal and I took it.
And you're telling me this because you like me, huh?
Yeah, Joe.
I thought you should know.
Fuck! Bitch!
- Gavilan. - "Joe, listen".
Bennie's going to the DA right now, not even waiting.
And the stakeout at Sartain's house says he hasn't been seen in 24 hours.
And he hasn't been at Sartain Records.
Thanks.
- What? - This guy, Sartain.
I don't even know where to find him.
Wait a second.
I got one idea.
Hey, Rube.
You ever done any psychic work for the police?
You gonna be home for the next half-hour? Great.
What are you laughing at?
- It's gonna work. - This is ridiculous.
Joe, be quiet, please.
What are you doing?
I'm getting centered, and if you don't leave me alone...
Leave her alone for a second.
Flip a coin, make some shit up. I don't care.
Sorry.
Continue, please.
There's a house on Sunset Plaza.
Yes?
But nobody's there.
Okay.
We must move quickly.
Move quickly.
- Turn right. - Right?
I see Rodeo Drive.
- What happened to Sunset Plaza? - Give her a break, Joe.
We're getting close.
Hold on, hold on. We're here.
- Here? - Here, yeah.
- Okay. - Here?
We're here.
Here.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- In here. - You sure?
Shut up.
- Welcome to Beverly Hills... - I am not in the mood.
That would look so great on me.
Ruby! How nice to see you!
I love that. How much is it?
- Don't worry. - That is cute.
She's shopping.
Let her shop.
We have it in black and purple.
I'm out of here.
Goddamn it, Joe!
- Do you have that in size 2? - Yes, we do. But we also have...
This is ridiculous.
You gotta give her some space. We got nothing else to go on.
- Sartain! Right there in the black SUV! - Get the car!
Go!
Move it!
- Keys. - Yeah, they're in there.
Hey! Hey!
- Come on! - Hey, stop!
Stop, damn it!
- You owe me $10. - I'll give it to you later.
Hey, stop!
Stop, goddamn it!
- Go! Go! - You good?
I'm going!
Don't speed. You're in Beverly Hills.
Goddamn it, I don't want a ticket!
- Here we are. - There he is!
- Jesus. Don't do this. - Out of the way!
- This is... - Out of the way!
Okay. Get out of the way!
That's him, Danny.
Right here. Turn!
- Out of the car! - Easy, boss.
- Get out of the car! - Hey, I quit!
Damn it!
Joe, you all right?
Son of a bitch! Come on! Go! Go!
Stay with him.
I am not going back to prison on this bullshit!
- Get out of the way! - Jesus Christ. Stop!
- Police! Get out! Move the truck! - Get out of the way!
Move it!
- God. - Jesus Christ!
If it's not one thing, it's another.
This is Gavilan.
In pursuit of possible 187 suspects. Black Escalade, eastbound on Sunset.
While flying over the Hollywood Freeway, we hear about a chase...
... on Sunset Boulevard.
If you're driving in Hollywood heading to Mid-Wilshire...
... and Beverly Hills, I suggest you stay away.
The police need you out of the area.
- Get down! - Watch!
- Gavilan. - Are you okay?
Yeah. Honey, we had to go.
That guy showed up across the street. There...
I know.
- Look, I gotta go. I'll talk to you soon. - Take care.
We got two more black and whites on the chase.
In pursuit of a silver Mustang, black Escalade, Sunset Boulevard.
Doing about 50 miles an hour.
Who are they chasing, me or them?
Both of us now! You just committed three felonies!
Twice!
Gavilan. Yeah, Jerry.
No, I can talk.
Six... You'll take 6.9 now?
I don't know, it might be too late. I'll make a call.
No. Go, go! Cut over!
Get out of the way!
Sorry.
Let me know when you're back on the street.
Don't worry.
Air Six, be advised, we're getting crowded up here.
A lot of choppers in the sky.
It is not just crazy in the streets. It is crazy up in the air.
We have one, two, three. I see Vera, Jennifer, York.
I see Lauren, Vera.
- Get a deal on that house yet? - Dicking me around, but I'm on it.
Get out of the way!
- Get out... - Watch!
I'm watching! I'm watching!
Julius, he says he'll take 6.9 now.
That's what he says.
Let me make a call. Bye.
- Get out! - Watch! Get off Sunset!
- Go! Go! - I got them.
Is that Joe Gavilan?
They'll try to travel up to Hollywood Boulevard...
...where a huge crowd is in front of Grauman's Chinese Theatre.
I don't know what's going on there, but this is a very dangerous situation.
We'll honor him in one of the most famous traditions here in Hollywood.
Watch it!
Goddamn it! Idiot!
That's it! I'm driving! That's it!
All right. Fine! You think you can do better?
Go ahead. Be my guest!
- Damn it! You're trying to kill me! Idiot! - Come on! Go!
- Kill me. - Go ahead.
This is a tradition that started back in 1927...
...when a little dog named Zorro...
Yeah, this is much better. Thank you.
...jumped out of Mary Pickford's car...
...into wet cement.
- Nice driving. - Sorry.
The Mustang was hit by the Escalade and this chase came to a halt...
... in front of Grauman's Theatre...
... where someone was getting their star.
I got Wasley!
Get out of the way!
Get down! Get out of the way!
Police! Police! Stay down!
Mayhem is breaking out, resulting in a foot pursuit.
They're running down Hollywood Blvd.
They've got their weapons drawn. "We've"...
People are scrambling out of the way. Everyone's running. It's a mess.
Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me.
Look out down there!
Holy shit!
Oh, God!
That was not the way I planned it.
I'm a cop. Help me up.
Thank you.
I'm okay. I'm all right. Thank you.
Hey, move, move. Move!
Hey! Get out of the way! Police!
- Get out! - Hey, stop!
Hey!
Stop!
Shit! Hey, police. Get out of your car.
- What the hell? - I need your car.
- I'll get it back to you. - My family's...
Hey, come on! Police! Somebody help me!
Watch out! Police!
Get out of the way! Watch out! Police!
Police!
You need to slow down.
I can't slow down, ma'am. I'm sorry. I'm chasing this guy here.
- It's kind of fun, huh? - No, it's not!
We're gonna die. I know we're going to die.
Yes, actually. We will die.
- No, you're not gonna die. - I don't mean right now.
Hey! Get out of the car! Police!
Police! Get out... Hey!
- Hey, look! Come on! - Get out of here!
- Hey! That's mine! - Give me that!
- Bitch! - Asshole!
Move! Police! Move!
Move over!
Goddamn it! You all right?
Watch out! Move! Move! Move!
Hey, kids, Hindus say that life is a rebirth.
Ganesh had his head chopped off.
They put an elephant's head on and he lived forever.
- You're crazy! - Kids, listen to me.
It's not a bad thing if we do die, all right?
- Get out of the cab! - This is my cab!
My cab! My cab!
No, man, it's my cab. It's my cab!
- Get in the car! - Police! Police!
I am the police!
For chrissake, get in the cab! Move! Move!
If you wreck my cab, the city...
Don't worry. Sit back. I'm a very good driver.
I don't want to die!
We're not gonna die, all right?
Shut up, okay? Please!
Oh, my God!
Wait a minute, man. Where's my fare?
- How much? - Ten dollars.
Ten dollars. Ten dollars. There's a tip!
Move! Move! Move!
Hey! Hey!
Hey, cop. What about 6.75?
- I don't think that'll do it! - Not a penny more!
Get down! Get down! Get the hell down!
Get up! In front of the door!
Get in front of the frigging door!
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
What are you doing?
Jerry, I've just been with Julius. I've twisted his arm.
I have a firm offer for 6.75.
Yes, sir, 6.75. Firm.
- You will? You will? - Oh, God.
You will?
That's fantastic.
I'll start the paperwork in the morning, soon as I get to the office, okay?
I've gotta run now. Thank you very much.
I'm a real-estate broker.
Hey.
Yeah, he needs a pop-out trailer, cook, driver...
...trainer with a gym that travels, dog walker, hair and makeup guys.
I'll fax you the rest of the perks.
- Don't shoot me, man. - Don't shoot?
Don't shoot me. Don't shoot, Wasley.
- Please, don't shoot me. - Please?
Are you shitting me? Please? You're not going to beg.
- I'm begging. Please! - Jesus Christ.
H2O didn't beg. They screamed and hollered. They didn't beg.
And fat-ass Klepto ran a couple yards. You can run.
I don't even want to be a cop anymore. I want to quit.
I won't tell anybody about this, I swear to God. Please, don't kill me!
I don't want to die, okay?
But my father... My father was your partner!
Just please, God, don't shoot me! Please!
Shut up.
Don't talk about your father.
Your daddy didn't beg when he got shot.
- He was a good cop. - Please, don't shoot.
Don't do it!
Don't do it, Wasley. Don't!
That was a great performance.
Good enough to be at least a Golden Globe.
I don't know about an Academy Award, but a Golden Globe.
I believed it myself.
I mean, all the, "Don't kill me, man. Don't freaking kill me."
I liked where you talked about killing my father.
But it's okay.
'Cause I got it all right here. See that?
Your confession and my performance, all on one tape.
That will sell great.
Air Six, suspects are on the roof of the old Broadway Building.
Shots have been fired.
Air Six, get on the horn and get these news choppers out of here.
I can't work, I need orbit room. Move them back.
He's telling us to get out of the way.
But we're not moving. We're not.
L.A.P.D. Is trying to kick us out of here.
We don't know who the good guy, who the bad guy is.
I've never seen such drama in Hollywood before.
We're on the roof.
Where is he?
- You want me to get him out? - Leave him for the coroner.
- Where's the kid? - Down that way.
You okay?
- Yeah. You? - Don't I look okay?
Where's Sartain?
And Wasley?
Good job.
Good thing you didn't kill him.
You know me. I don't like dead bodies.
I got arrest warrants for Gavilan and Calden.
Hey, separate them!
I don't want them talking to anybody until they get downtown.
Shut up and turn around, Bennie.
- What? - Cuff him. Take him downtown.
What are you talking about?
Get your hands off me, son of a bitch! You're making a big mistake, pal.
- You can kiss your career goodbye. - Good.
Call my lawyer.
Great job.
You don't have to come tomorrow if you don't feel up to it.
I said I would be there tomorrow night. I'll be there, all right?
All right.
Damn it!
Drunk, drunk, animal thing, you!
Will all of you please get out of here?
If you lay one hand on me...
- My sister's having a baby. - This is so wrong. Get him out of here.
Let go of me, you sons of bitches!
Get him in bed, put a cold towel on his head.
Some coffee would do him good right now.
- Let's get him into the shower. - Let go of me, you sons of bitches!
Take it easy.
- Let's get out of here. - Poker should not be played...
...in a house with women!
Baby.
Eunice, I want my baby girl down here.
I'm just going to keep on calling, if you...
Hey.
Stella!
Quit howling out there. Go back to bed!
Eunice, send my baby girl down here!
She ain't coming down till you quit or they'll set the law on you.
- Come here. - You can't beat up a girl...
...and expect her to come back! - You suck.
Sit down.
Have some respect or I'll kick your ass.
Stella, come down here, baby.
- Like they did last time. - Eunice, send my baby girl down here.
Yeah. It's Calden.
- Gavilan. - Yeah. I'll be there in 15.
West of Coldwater?
I can be there in 10.
Stella. Oh, baby, don't ever leave me again.
- Hey, officer, help me out? - Yeah.
- What's going on? - Looks like you got a 187.
- Possible 927D. - Thanks a lot.
He says we have a body and a half with some pieces missing.
An Easter egg hunt.
You were pretty good in that play. You really were.
You think so?
Yeah.
I don't know if I'm much of an actor.
- I think I'm just a cop. - What do you mean, just a cop?
You really thought I was good?
Hey, I already said you were good. Don't go begging me.
Looks like we'll be here a while.
Let's get going on some chow, huh?
Cheeseburger, well-done, onion, pickle, no mayo.
- No rabbit food, okay? - I'll have the same.