911? I'd like to report an accident.
Shit!
Um, sorry. My mistake.
He's toast. Kill this bitch and split.
I'm sorry about those windows.
Hey, fuck it.
You wanted to see me.
It's a little late.
Okay. There's always tomorrow.
- Who is it? - Hey, hey!
Sherman? Oh, man!
Open the door. Come on.
Hurry up. Look... for you.
For me? Wow!
Oh, man, they're so beautiful. I need them.
Thank you. Hi. Thank you so much.
- Let me take those. - Let me hold them... they're mine.
You just sit on the couch.
- You got that? - I'm better. I'm so strong.
- How's your knee? - It's great.
- I'm sorry I didn't come by sooner. - That's okay.
Hey, you look like a cripple.
- What's that? - What's what?
These are the hain'dos that I wish I had.
Is that me?
Yeah, that's you.
I want my hain' to be like yours, and they wouldn't do it.
Let's talk about school. Everybody thinking about me?
Nope.
That substitute you hin'ed is amazing. Where'd you find him?
- Shale found him. - Shale?
Yeah, the guy I met in Nicaragua.
Yeah? Is that picture in Nicaragua?
Yeah.
- What were you doing in Nicaragua? - I was teaching.
He was in the military. One of those on-again, off-again relationships.
- What are you telling me? - You tell me what happened.
I don't know, but something's going on.
- He can't be no fucking teacher. - I'll worry about him.
Just do what you're supposed to, and don't call me here again.
Wellman, it's Joey. They're switching cars.
I'm at the fruit stand on Griffin Road. Get over here as soon as possible.
- Where'd you get those? - Darryl Sherman sent them.
- Is he a teacher? - Mm-hmm.
What have we got here?
- I hope you're hungry. - Mm-hmm.
Arroz, plantains, habichuelas negras.
- This must be the flan. - Where are you working?
And palomilla.
- Home security. - Home security?
Those are two words I never would have associated with you.
- Doing what? - Planning people's security systems.
- I hope you're hungry. - I am.
I'd love to have some rice.
Darryl told you?
May I explain?
Go ahead.
See, it's not just the K.O.D.
Rolle's in on this too.
Does that mean my classroom is going to turn into...
your own private little drug war?
No, I just want them out of there, same as you do.
- Why should you care? - I didn't at fin'st.
But you do now?
The other day I was talking and happened to glance back.
- The wein'dest thing happened. - What?
They were listening.
I don't know. I guess I felt like, you know...
Like you were actually teaching.
Yeah.
Oh, I remember the feeling.
Hello.
Hi, Joey.
Fine. Yes, he's here.
Where are you?
I'll be there in ten minutes.
- I've got to go. - Mm-hmm.
- Janie. - Yeah?
I'll do whatever you want me to do. It's up to you.
I just want what I've always wanted... that you be straight with me.
That's hard when your whole life's a covert operation.
Where is this guy?
You can always count on him.
What's going on?
He pulled a car switch at the fruit stand on Griffin Road.
It's owned by an Indian named Johnny Glades.
- You heard of him? - Yeah. The drug dealer?
No, reputed. He's never been convicted.
The police surveil him all the time and never turn up shit.
That's the Indian that hit Janie.
Yeah, he's the muscle.
The other asshole must be the one who knows how to count.
Lacas supplying Glades.
If that ain't the tail wagging the dog, huh?
Got him.
Here. Check it out.
It's right.
You take the boat. The Indiars mine.
I can't believe these guys. They're two hours late.
- It's the same old horseshit. - Freeze.
Hey there, big guy.
Get on the ground, on your faces, arms out at your side.
- Fuck! - Let's go.
Goddamn it, Bull.
Your friend's boat's sinking.
You don't know who you're fucking with, asshole.
Payback time. Get up, linebacker boy.
Yeah, you, dummy! Go on, get up.
It's your lucky day, man. Come on. Kick his ass.
That looks like it hurts. Lay into him, boy!
Kick yourself a field goal!
I'll be damned. He can kick too.
Not fain', Shale! No goddamned ninja horseshit.
Took you long enough.
- No thanks to you, asshole. - Payback's a bitch.
I guess we're even.
- You fucking psycho. - Oh, yeah?
Who's a fucking psycho?
- I knew you'd come back. - Wouldrt miss it for the world.
What do you want to do with this?
Hey! No, no!
Dade County, South fucking Florida.
Early morning joggers made a grisly discovery...
the results of what police believe was a drug deal gone bad.
Detectives have been combing the scene all morning.
They're looking for clues and trying to establish...
if the victims were killed here...
or killed at another location and thein' bodies dumped here.
Toxicology tests will be performed on the bodies.
- Results won't be known for weeks. - Hello.
- Claude! - Yeah?
Half a million bucks! What's going on, Claude?
- I wish I knew. - You know, they shot Bull.
- I'm sorry to hear that. - I want you to hear something.
- Hear what? - Come on, he was my buddy!
Hear what happens to who's responsible if I don't get my money back.
What was that all about?
Nothing.
Lacas!
Did you rip off Johnny Glades? Lie and I'll rip your head off!
Me?
Did you tell anybody about the buy last night?
- Look at me, goddamn it! - I did what I was supposed to.
Then I split.
You think those Indians want me knowing thein' business?
Well, somebody found out, and we could be in deep shit.
Everybody, we've got some announcements here.
The reclamation committee has generously donated...
some equipment to Columbus High School.
They'll be giving it out on the field in five minutes.
We've got sports equipment...
VCRs, laptop computers and books...
musical instruments, art supplies and lab equipment.
And pizza for everybody... no anchovies.
You don't teach history anymore. You are history.
Don't these people belong in class?
Brand-new tubas for the band.
Jerome, find your best friend with your wife or something?
Yeah, that's why I divorced her.
What's up, man? What's going on?
I saw how you handled them boys yesterday. I liked that.
As a matter of fact, you're my dog now.
As a matter of fact, check it.
- S-Dog. - Thanks, Jerome.
- I'll take that as a compliment. - No doubt.
Check you later.
What?
Mr. Shale.
- It's Smith. Be cool. - Oh, I'm cool.
So this is a personal mission or a joint operation...
between the CIA and the PTA?
I'm just messing with you.
You're trying to get the K.O.D., and I want to help.
- Forget it. - What do you mean?
You're the great white hope who's gonna show us how to clean things up?
This is my school.
I'm the one that's still going to be here after you leave.
If there's a problem, I want to help.
All right, Mr. S-Dog?
All right.
What do you want me to do?
Nothing.
The next move is Rolle's.
Rolle? What does he got to do with it?
He's in business with Lacas and a drug dealer named Johnny Glades.
- No, man, that's bullshit. - No, it's true.
I don't know how they work it yet, but it's a matter of time.
The man has done too many things for the community to be involved...
- What do you want me to say? - I don't want you to say anything.
- Now I know what this is about. - What's that?
Politics. When you have a black man running for office, making changes...
you got a white man trying to run him down.
He's dealing drugs, Darryl.
That's bullshit.
Johnny, that money you lost?
I know where it went.
Beautiful.
Tilt those little puppies over here, baby.
One for you.
And one for me.
To the very, very generous Mr. Smith.
Hey, what do you expect from a Harvard, Princeton...
Cornell, Rutgers, Yale grad?
It's too bad most of my students think that Yale is a lock.
Okay, let's talk about this parent-teacher conference.
Come on, Janie, I don't want to talk shop tonight.
It's tomorrow night. You've got to be briefed.
I know. I just tell the parents what the kids are doing.
- It's so easy. - I want you to be positive.
I want you to think of one good thing for every student.
You have to educate and encourage the parents as much as the kids.
- Oh, God! So itchy. - Not again.
Why does it always have to itch at a spot where I can't reach it?
Oh, please.
- Here, let me. - I can't get it.
- Let me try from here. - It's right here.
Oh, please hurry, Shale.
Higher, higher. Okay.
I can't get higher through your...
I'm going to have to come in from up top.
You dog.
- What? - "What?"
You know what.
Come over here.
Attention, parents and teachers.
School will be closing in five minutes.
Five minutes. Thank you.
Lisa, you're still here.
Yeah, I was helping Miss Adams with some refreshments.
There are some boys outside that are bugging me.
Do you mind if I just wait here for a while?
Sure, have a seat. I've got some papers to finish.
I'll be done in a minute.
That's all I've got on Arturo.
Miss Hetzko will have to fill you in on the rest.
- Thanks for coming in, Miss Suarez. - Thank you.
Yes?
Good.
I'm doing good, so I don't know what else I'm supposed to do.
If you want, I'll be happy to talk to her.
That would be good.
Huh. What the hell is this?
Have your mama call me, and we'll set up a time...
when we can get toge...
These doors shouldn't be locked.
Come on, we'll go out through the basement.
There's a security office down here. They'll let us out.
- You need a ride home? - It's not out of your way?
No, not at all.
At least an hour and a half.
Shit.
Lacas.
Come on, come on. Down here.
You guys go that way. You come with me.
Whatever happens, stay put.
- But, Mr. Sherman... - No, listen.
Tell Smith everything, okay?
Got the guy. Over here!
Here we go.
Come down. You're going to make me go up there and get you?
- Where are you going, Darryl? - Fuck you, Rolle!
You're going down, Rolle. Smith is putting you away.
Smith's dead, Darryl. Drive-by. Very ugly.
You're a liar!
I know. It upset me too.
Give it up, Darryl. It's over, get it?
Nice aim.
Fuck you, Rolle!
Shame you have to end up this way, crawling like a worm.
That's how you lived, so why not?
At least I didn't sell out my own people!
Sell out?
I look at you, and you know what I see?
I see me when I was young and stupid.
I see me when I was soft.
That just don't cut it.
Young man...
I'm just doing you a favor.
Who died?
You did, sin'.
I guess I am a little late.
Mr. Smith, what's going on?
They said you got wasted in some drive-by.
- Who said that? - Rolle.
The principal made an announcement over the loudspeaker this morning.
- That's what we heard. - Told us about Sherman too.
- What about Mr. Sherman? - Somebody found his body.
- Wasted. - Shot in the head.
- What happened? - I don't know.
- Let's take this guy out right here. - Like you did last time?
Either he's an undercover cop or working for the mob.
- How did he become Hetzko's substitute? - Maybe you should ask her.
Harvard, Princeton, my ass. I should have my head examined.
I don't know where he is, Mr. Smith.
He has nothing on his calendar until 3:30.
What's at 3:30?
A Mr. Wolfson at the jai alai fronton.
Thanks.
Jerome.
I have to go someplace. I need you to take over my class.
You're fucking with me?
No, I'm counting on you, son.
Yo, Mr. Smith asked me to teach you motherfuckers today.
- Babe, you the teacher? - Mr. Smith hitting the crack pipe?
The only crack around here is in your head.
I'll keep it open real good if you don't pay attention.
I'm Mr. Brown to you now.
I'm the substitute for Mr. Smith.
You dis me, you're dissing Mr. Smith.
Rodriguez, you're late. That's one demerit.
I need to see Mr. Smith. Where is he?
Jerome, it's important.
Wolfson!
Shale, what a surprise.
Tell me about Rolle and Johnny Glades.
Who? I never heard of them.
You ever heard of getting a cesta shoved up your ass?
Jesus Christ, man. What are you, nuts?
You can't come into a public place and threaten people.
- I'll call the police. - Go ahead.
Just hold it right there.
What the fuck do you think you're doing?
I will defend myself.
Okay, you got me.
- Can we be reasonable about this? - Sure.
Jesus!
- Tell me about Glades and Rolle. - I don't know anything.
Ah! Goddamn!
God, I'm enjoying this.
Listen to me now.
All I know is they wanted me to hin'e some people...
to bodyguard the incoming shipment, and that's all I know.
Is that the gig me and Janus were up for?
I wanted you, Shale. I told him, "Obviously this guy's the best. "
Flattery's gonna get you killed.
How long has Rolle been on Glade's payroll, huh?
I don't know. No!
I know he was getting paid off when he was a cop.
When he became a teacher, they started funneling the drugs...
through the school, and that's it.
How'd they do it?
The K.O.D., I guess.
The K.O.D., they said.
But I don't know how they store it and how they transport it.
I don't know any of that shit.
You're killing me! You have no reason to kill me.
Once I'm going to be reasonable.
You're going to leave the country and not come back, or I'll kill you.
Otherwise, I'll be unreasonable. Am I clear?
If you don't hit me again.
- You're sure? - Yeah. Three.
- Hello? - It's Jerome and Lisa.
Mr. Smith, this is Jane Hetzko.
I've got those papers graded, if you could pick them up.
Thank you.
- Come here. - Okay.
Don't be stupid, you hear me?
- Who is it? - Shale.
- Who's Shale? - A friend of mine.
Get rid of him.
- I can't talk to you now. - I brought you something from Smith.
Okay, buzz him in.
I'll be right here.
Take the package.
- Hi. - Hola.
Shale, the kids!
Mr. Whatever Your Name Is, you're in my classroom now.
- You're no teacher. Who are you? - Leave him alone!
Stay down.
- Who is he? - He's a merc.
A merc? You hin'ed a fucking merc?
Get me the phone.
I don't know what he's after, who he's working for.
All I know is he wanted to know if you two had a deal.
- What did you tell him? - Nothing.
You think I'd be here if I told him anything?
- Do you know this Shale guy? - Yeah, he did the Cuba raid.
He's the guy I told you about at Wolfsors place.
The guy that made you shit in your pants.
Again with that. That was the fiber.
- I need my money now. - What's the hurry?
I have a plane to catch in 40 minutes. My father...
He's extremely ill, and I have to go see him.
Get him his money.
Sounds like this Smith and Shale are working together.
Right. A merc working with a high school teacher?
He's not a teacher. That's a cover.
He's either a narc or a dealer trying to muscle in.
Yeah, hello. Talk.
You're shitting me.
You've got to be shitting me.
I don't care who he is. When we hang up, kill him.
Are we enjoying this?
Jane, what's all the racket?
- It's my landlady. - Will you open up?
Get rid of her or she dies too.
- What's all the banging in there? - I'm sorry, Mrs. Andrewson.
- I had the TV on too loud. - What's wrong with your face?
I'm fine. I'll turn the TV down.
Take him out!
Goddamn it, take him out!
Give it up!
Drop it or she dies.
Now!
Slow. Now back up.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Lights out, motherfucker.
It's not your fault.
What were you two doing here anyway?
- Looking for you. - Why?
Rolle was bringing in dope on buses and storing it in the boiler room.
Mr. Sherman led them away from me so they wouldn't find me.
That's when they killed him.
Stay here. It'll be safe.
Where are you going?
I have to go to the high school. I've got to get the drugs.
You think Rolle and Johnny Glades are going to let you...
just walk in and take thein' drugs?
If we get there fin'st.
There's a key to the house.
If anything happens to me...
I want you to have this place.
I don't want you to go.
I'll be back, Jane.
You better.
I will.
Goodness!
He thinks he's funny, don't he?
Joey, get that.
Hello?
Yeah.
Louie Beaver says he's seen Shale and some other guys...
going into the school.
Tell them to sit tight and keep a lookout.
Oh, shit.
Car approaching north perimeter.
Be right there.
Looks like we got our company.
Don't worry. I'll throw them a real nice surprise party.
Good.
That's far enough right there, Rolle.
Just take it easy.
I just want to make a deal.
Your deal sucks, Mr. Principal.
Then tell us your terms.
Quite simple: I want it all.
Keep him talking.
- I can't do that, Shale. - It's done, Claude.
You start anything now, you'll bring the cops down on all of us.
Don't worry about the cops. They're taken care of.
Anyway, you need us, Shale.
For what?
You won't be able to work without our distribution system.
What's so good about it?
It's foolproof... we bus it in, store it...
use the K.O.D. To mainline it din'ectly into the school system.
You can't do better than that.
They said busing would never work.
Sniper in the palm tree.
There's more company moving in.
There are two groups.
Janus and his men are going around the back.
Hollan, watch your back down there.
And also around the side.
Oh, shit!
Move it!
Let's go!
The lock is broken. Check the stuff.
Hurry!
Smile.
You're on candid camera.
All right, Shale, you got me. What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna put you on my demo reel.
Now, walk over to the blackboard and face it.
Easy.
"I'm sorey"?
It's a special mantra for flunkies. Put the weapon down.
Boom.
Rem?
Wellman.
- Shit. - Shale.
I got four dead cowboys here...
and one very fucked-up-looking Indian, Johnny Glades.
Can I put him out of his misery, pretty please?
No, wait 'til I get there, Hollan.
You hear that, Johnny?
As soon as Shale gets here, I'm gonna scalp you, motherfucker.
You know what you look like with that shit all over your face?
You look like a little snow angel at the top of a Christ...
Shale, watch out. It's a trap.
Watch that door.
Where the fuck is he?
Drop them.
Where's my guy?
Get up!
Who are you working for, Shale? Who are you working for?
- Myself. - Yeah, right. A great teacher.
You're a mercenary, in it for the money like everybody else.
- It was never about the money. - It's always about the money.
If it's not about the money, what else is there?
I'd try to explain it to you, but some things just can't be taught.
Oh, God.
I thought I lost you.
Not this time, Joey.
Rem and Wellman?
Hollan too.
You're just gonna stand there...
bleeding and shit, making a mess?
Let's get out of here.
Cops have got great response time. What'd it take them, three hours?
Rolle said they were on his payroll. What do you expect?
It's definitely time to relocate.
Yeah.
It's too bad we had to fuck up the school.
I feel bad for the kids tomorrow.
They'll be okay. At least it's thein' school again.
Yeah. Where the hell are we gonna go, man?
Ah, how does L.A. Sound?
Like more palm trees.
I hear the schools out there have a major drug problem.
No. No more schools, man. Forget it.
- You could teach P.E. - P.E.?
What, I look retarded?
- Okay, math. - Fuck that.