[Street Kings]
transcript by rogard
Yo, dawg.
Konichiwa.
- What? - Konichiwa.
Konichiwa means: "What's up?"
- So what the fuck's up? - We know what it means.
You wanna smoke?
Read the paper??? yourself clean.
Couple of these and you'll be fucking like beasts.
- Boys like pussy, right? - Hey!
Yo, do we look like fucking tweakers (speed addicts) to you?
- So you got the shit or not? Yeah. You?
What the fuck is this? We said a machine gun.
It is a machine gun.
- The kind you can carry. - Couldn't get none of those.
This baby's got character, Korean war vintage.
Maybe we mowed down one of your grand-papa sans,
when he was charging the wire in China.???
Shit, it's fuckin' stuck.
Fuck it! Take it right. 3 large, ($3000) (and it's yours).
Nigger, I drive a $100,000 car.
We want your fagotty ass right or we'll jack (take) it from you.
Cool. Down to insult right now.
Konichiwa is Japanese. It's insulting to Koreans.
How am I supposed to tell if you can't?
'fuck's that supposed to mean, white boy?
Means you got eyes like apostrophes, you dress white, you talk black,
and drive dukes?? (gay cars). So how am I supposed to know
what kind of zipperhead (Asian)
dog-munching thing you are, if you don't
Yo.
You know what the fuck we are?
Yes, you're a couple of panheads (peasants)...
buyin' a machine gun out of a trunk.
What's up?
- Take him up. - Get your ass up!
Shit.
What do you mean, shit?!
- Konichiwa, bitch. - Let's go.
Where?
* Missing Call Missing Children Hotline
(Shit! )
It' okay. I'm a cop.
Captain Wander, congratulations on breaking the case.
Can you tell me how you've found the twins?
Truly, my people turned this city upside down, looking for these girls.
I could not be prouder of my men.
Ma'am, excuse me.
How can you shoot a guy taking a dump?
I mean, seriously, that's sacred.
That's like shooting the man in a church.
Or a Dodger game.
Whatever it takes to be a hero, any time, any place, right, Lud?
I guess so...
I hate these slit-eyed kiddy-raping bastards.
At least kidnap some full-grown ladies with shapes.
Wow. Maybe we should check his closet next, eh, Lud?
The girls are being examined by a physician right now.
Both twins are in good health
and will be reunited with their family shortly.
L.A. Times front page tomorrow is gonna say:
"Vice detective rescues missing twins."
Detective. Singular.
Yeah, maybe we've been sittin' around on our asses and doin' jack shit
- and all during the last month. - Hey!
You two cut the shit. The boss is on his way right now.
I mean, you could've just saved some for us.
[What do you want], Santos?
You wanna see their faces every night? You wanna be a killer?
You know what? Shut the fuck up!
Hey, what the hell is going on? Hey!
This is real professional.
What if I walk in here with the chief? Huh?
Santos, go get your ass outside.
Find Ted Berman and make sure
that that crime scene lot is in order.
- Yes, sir. - Ride along, boy.
- Shut the fuck up. - Hey, secure that bullshit, right?
Both of you.
Clady, you take DeMille back to the ward and start writing.
I want something to red-pin by midnight.
- Tell your buddy he's gonna do his writing.
Got it captain. Let's go.
This is crazy.
You fucked 'em up.
This is beautiful.
And that machine gun shit, that was perfect.
I know you hate to wait, but it's better this way.
- You all right? - Yeah.
- I got shot. - Yeah, but you're okay?
Yeah. I'm okay, Jack.
Because I know you're not tripping about these...these assholes, right?
Fuck, it's cool.
You were toe to toe with evil, and you won.
You saved those girls.
This is lovely, Tommy.
Come here, man. Give me a hug.
Come on.
Not so tight. What are you hiding from?
You've been drinking.
You know, that thing they say about vodka?
That you can't smell it?
It's bullshit.
The D.A. (district attorney)...
shooting team is in rut right now (do their job).
And your're not ready for public consumption.
So...come on, I wanna get you to a hospital.
Get you away from all of this.
Thanks, Jack.
If that aint L.A.'s deadliest white boy.
Aren't you on the wrong side of the yellow tape?
Congrats on four more notches for your gun butt.
I'll be praying for the families of your victims.
They're called "suspects."
The victims are the 14-year old school girls...
the suspects kept in a cage and sold to chicken hawks (paedophiles)
to poke prod (harrass) put on the Internet.
"Suspects," Washington. "Suspects."
As evil as those men were, they had a right to trial.
There is gonna be some blowback (revenge)...
from the Korean community on this one.
Now that you're off limits, why don't you just say it?
You think I'm a racist.
- Do you have another explanation? - No, I don't,
because if I rule and determine a suspect...
is black, yellow or brown
I blow them out of their socks.
But if they are white, I give them a ride home.
You know why? Because I am a racist. Fuck you.
Man, I would give you my right arm to have that shit on tape.
What happened to you, Terrence? We used to be brothers.
Hey, hey!
Stay on point, Washington. You stay on point (focus).
Always, Captain Wander. Always.
Tom. Come on, let's get you out of here.
Don't go near that piece of shit.
He's got it coming, Jack.
Do not go near him. Stay away, far away.
- Fuck him. - That's an order.
I'm waiting for Nurse Garcia.
I did the same thing with this girl once.
She was a waitress at a jazz bar.
I'd sit in her section and won't let anybody else serve me.
If they changed sections, I'd change tables.
Persistence, that's the key.
Wait a second.
You're that cop. You're that-- I've just seen your face on tv.
You rescued those Korean twins, right?
Are you okay? Did you get shot?
No. Yeah.
How about you?
Me? I sell insurance. Life, auto, casualty.
That was some heavy shit, man.
So those guys, they shot first, right?
Excuse me?
The whole city was looking for those kids.
- How'd you find them? - That's my job.
Excuse me, Captain. Sorry to interrupt.
Deputy Chief??? is trying to raise you on the simplex (radio).
Insurance, Tom. I sell insurance.
If you ever need any, and you will,
why don't you give me a call?
No one has to know but us. Not Clady, not Wander, no one.
CAPTAIN JAMES BIGGS.
Listen, for your own good...
Don't get yourself so far out there that I can't reel you back.
See you sometime.
Who was that?
Copper??? cops. Jesus.
- Who? - Nobody, Grace.
- Hi. - Hi.
Hold this.
You know, you can just stop by sometime.
You don't have to get shot when you want to see me.
Why? I like it like this.
Don't you?
No, I don't.
I don't.
No.????
I work here. I'm not losing my license for you.
- I am a cop. - No.
I keep the door open after identifying myself as a police officer.
Upon entry, I was fired upon
by a suspect in the living room with a silver automatic.
I returned fire, he goes down.
Then I'm hit in the torso by shotgun fire from the second suspect.
Point of entry?
Front door in the west side of the structure.
Why didn't you call for backup?
Exigent (urgent) circumstances.
I heard screams emanating from the house,
and assertained a crime was in progress.
Great work you did there. Thanks a lot.
Now it's a party.
Oh my goodness, now it's a bandage???, captain.
How you doin'?
Steady, steady. Yeah, he's in.
What's with you? Clady give you a 'happy ending'?
Is that any way to address a commander?
Got the call from the chief this morning.
[The promotion] is next week.
Congratulations, boss.
We're gonna have the keys to the city.
Do you believe that shit? They're crowning him king.
Let's get a toast to that. Toast to the king.
King Wander.
Yo boss, gotta be your driver when you make chief?
- You got it, you got it if you want. - All right.
You know, I owe you one, Tom.
That pot twins caper, that gave me the edge.
You know, the chief, he's breaking tradition.
????
The first commander's slot?? always goes to the head of Internal Affairs,
that's the way it is.
That's because they got so much dirt on everyone.
That's right,
and they're always looking for more, huh?
Yeah.
You know this prick?
Came at me like "Joe Concerned Citizen" asking procedural questions.
Yeah, we got a history, this--
See, if they'd show up during the daytime,
you would know who your enemies are.
What did you tell him?
I couldn't help myself clearly, I told him everything.
Attaboy.
You know, this is a typical Biggs bullshit move,
??? Backdoor is all they fuckin' got.
Why is Internal Affairs after my ass all of a sudden?
It's Washington, brother.
Your ex-partner is a snitch.
Holy shit.
Jack, talk to me.
Washington has had several meetings...
with Captain Biggs over the last few weeks.
They're no secrets in the department,
so when I became cognizant (aware) of the problem, we threw a tail on him,
I followed this guy, Eastside, Westside, Southside.
Next thing I know, he's ringing Biggs' doorbell in??? land.
Who's Washington given up? (betrayed)
You, Tom.
- Me? - Yeah.
- Why now? - Because I shitcanned (fired)
him from this unit and he is a vindictive bastard.
And now he is on a mission to pull the??? from under my best guys.
All my best guys, that's what this shit's about.
Tommy, Tommy.
- That's your life right there. - I'm just gonna talk to my friend.
- No, you 're not. You're not. - You wanna talk?
Let's talk about my foot up your ass
if you don't sit the fuck down here on your chair right now.
Have a seat. Come on.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Do not, and I repeat, do not hand Washington your badge.
I know you two have done some ??? (shit) together,
But we gotta hold the line, you and me.
We've been here before, haven't we?
When the gates of hell opened up on you, Tom.
I took care of you then, I'm gonna take care of you now.
- All right? - Okay.
Washington.
Drop it. - What are you doing?
Do you want to kill me, partner?
Are you crazy, we've got a 211 in park rest???.
I got you. I got you and Wander.
Listen to me, you idiot. We've got two gang bangers rolling in hot.
Shit.
Washington. Stay with me, partner.
- Don't move! Let me see your hands! - I'm a cop...
I'm a cop, I'm a fucking cop!
Fuck.
- It's Ludlow. - Give me an ambulance now.
Holy shit.
He's a cop too?
Yeah.
Where's the video?
- Who else has seen this? - Just us, boss.
It was a straight 211 that went south.
That's not what it was, that's what it looks like.
But it's not what it looks like. It's not.
That's all there is, Tom.
What it looks like. What everybody sees.
You knew that.
Right, if anybody in the department sees this video,
you're no longer a cop, do you understand that?
The department? If the D.A. sees this...
- he's going to prison. - Why?
Because Washington was in the wrong place at the wrong time?
No, because you were.
Washington's problems are over. Yours are just beginning.
Try to think two moves ahead, for once.
Captain Biggs will say that you got two thugs (criminals) off the street
went after a cop who was diming (selling) you out
to Internal Affairs.
It writes itself.
I was just gonna break his jaw. - That's a good answer.
I gave you a direct order: Stay away from him.
Give me your goddamn gun. Now.
Give me your goddamn gun.
You don't give a shit about yourself, that's pretty obvious,
but you gotta think about the unit. You really fucked us on this one.
Clady, give me a minute, please.
Yes, sir.
I can't afford to lose you.
Who would do what you do?
You are the tip of the fucking spear.
Who's gonna hold back the animals?
Maybe...
the clerk...
forget to put a disk in the recorder today.
Maybe you were first on the scene, Tom.
And you ran to the aid to Washington.
Who wanna say...
Make some calls.
And me...
this shit won't be here
when I get back.
He was my partner, back in the day.
We were black and white...
when black and white was still a big deal.
White cops wouldn't back us 'cause of him,
black cops because of me.
Fuck 'em.
We made it.
Sorry. You tried to save him, you did your best.
My best? I was curled up in a ball (hiding) while he got shot.
We should have dumped those guys.
They just wave a pen and change what happened.
Just like that.
We're the police, we can do whatever the hell we want.
It doesn't matter what happens. It's how we write it up.
What about the truth?
What about it?
You have to honor him, your friend.
Honor him?
I was gonna knock him out and he thought I was gonna kill him.
- Prick. - Don't turn your back on him.
Good can come from bad.
In my world, the real world...
bad breeds more bad, Grace.
You see this? It's done. It's over. It's????
All right?
[Hero Cop Too Late To Save Officer]
[Robbery Shooting Leaves Store Clerk and Officer Dead On Scene]
I don't want to give you another dose here, but
Got a set of blues (uniform) still in your locker?
- No... - Here's the thing.
- I gotta bury you. - Not that.
In a nice politically correct spot.
Until this Washington thing's cooled off a bit.
No, Jack.
You work is to conduct preliminary interviews of the [delinquents. ]
If there is a specific allegation against an officer
you write it up and forward it over to Internal Affairs.
Now, temptation is to be a good brother cop.
Don't be. Noe of this shit's going anywhere anyway.
There is your desk.
Suppose I get a complaint against myself?
Write it up and forward it.
- Okay? - Okay.
[Protecting L.A.'s Future] [I am the LAPD]
Do you have a complaint?
Motherfucker beat my ass like I was Rodney King, man.
Except there wasn't no video.
Dude looked just like you, but black.
This ass been working longer than all the y'all cops disrespecting me.
He pulled me out of my ride, disrespected...
me in front of my old lady.
Tried to get her number and shit.
Do you have his badge number? Did you see his name tag?
No, with his boot on my throat and his partner kickin' me...
No, it's a little bit difficult.
Everyone comes here, they have a complaint.
They sit down, I've been waiting here for motherfuckin' 5 hours,
and now you do ask me: do I have a complaint.
Obviously I have a complaint.
You know what, this is some bullshit.
That's why I hate all these motherfuckers.
Fuck all ya!
Wander has got sense of humor, I give him that.
Do you have a complaint?
Where to begin?
The black band.
Man down. Hurts, right?
Losing a colleague, a brother in blue.
I am sorry he's gone, sir.
You two worked Vice Special together,
pushed the black and white in the Southend.
"Phonebook Tom."
The last of the ghetto gunfighters.
Heard you got your best confession with a '91 directory.
You know Washington was holding me assholed down.
Is this an interview?
Just a little back and forth.
Look, Captain, I'm not much a dancer.
So if there's something you'd like to ask...
Why don't we go get some lunch, Tom?
This is the interview.
Regarding yesterday's incident.
You were the first on scene, correct?
Yes, sir.
Three shooters, right?
Two. Read the report.
What would you say if I told you that the pathologists recovered
three different calibres from Terrence Washington's body?
That sounds like three shooters to me.
What are you doing here, Tom?
Come on, man to man. Tape's off.
Damn it!
It doesn't bother you that there are two cop killers out there
living, laughing, fucking? It doesn't bother you, Tom?
Yes, it bothers me.
So why'd you let them get away, gunfighter?
Hey, let's get something straight Captain.
Nobody's getting away.
What happened to the video from the store?
What video?
Listen to me.
Every time you shit in the bed, Wander's there to change the sheets.
Well, not anymore, son.
I'm gonna pour gas on you,
and I'm gonna pour gas on Wander and everyone in Vice Special.
Then I'm lighting a match and I'm gonna burn all of you.
I tried to save you, Detective Ludlow.
Your window's closed.
And that third shooter?
He's mine, so help me God.
Get back into your office!
Captain, are you still there?
I'll call you back.
What the fuck are you doing in my office?
What the fuck are you doing, jamming my people at lunch?
If you got a problem with Ludlow, you come to me.
You keep your dog on a leash.
Everybody knows he can't make a move without you.
- You go cry to daddy? - Stop, right there.
Stop.
Tom is a damn fine cop.
He bleeds cool.
You got an open case on him?
Vice Special?
You got one on me?
You formally inverstigating us?
This is a fishing expedition.
'Cause you know if you went to the chief,
and you asked him
to open a case on me or anybody on my unit.
he would laugh you out of his office.
Listen to me, you piece of shit.
I watched you intimidate, bully and blackmail
your way up through the pay grades for 20-plus years.
I know exactly what you are.
You got no business being a commander.
You like Tom, don't you?
I saw the way you watched him when we came in.
That's why you're following him around.
You want him to give you a blowjob,
Like that hooker I caught...
you with when we were sergeants, remember?
Shut up, Jack.
Does your wife know that you use prostitutes, Jimmy?
That was the best head (blowjob) I ever had.
What about you, Jack?
You always found it hard to keep your prick out of the ghetto.
It's a two-way street, buddy.
You can't ride the tiger forever.
Now get the hell out of my office.
Do the department a favor and wash your mouth out with buckshot.
(go kill yourself)
Come on, Tom. Let's get out of here.
In his time on the street,
and through his time in your schools and homes,
Detective Washington was tireless
in his devotion to his church, his love for his family...
and his dedication to this department.
Uniform detail, atten-hut!
Fire guard, port arms.
Half right, face.
Ready. Aim! Fire!
Aim! Fire!
Uniform detail, present arms!
- Go back to work. - Yes sir.
Let's go get 'em.
Sir.
Mrs. Washington?
- I was the first scene. - Yeah, of course you were.
Excuse me.
Are you Diskant?
Yeah.
You're working on Washington?
Yeah.
You know who I am?
Yes.
Are you not interviewing me?
You are on my list.
Let's get rolling. Where do I start?
Gang books, mug shots (photos)? 211 ("robbery") reports?
If you want.
Come on, Diskant. You've worked for homicide before.
I'm 242 ("battery": brawls, fights).
Okay, 242. You got the ballistics report?
No.
The bullets are still at the coroner's.
Yeah, but they've given you updates, right?
Did they tell you how many different calibres they dug out of Washington?
- What do you want? - How many?
Goodbye, detective.
Harry, I thought you were dead.
[Department of Coroner] [Administration Operations]
I'm from Vice Special.
Tom Ludlow. I know who you are.
I handled your wife's autopsy.
That was you?
The asshole, remember?
Right.
The guy who washed away all the hair and fibre evidence.
The guy who wouldn't do a vaginal swab.
The guy who left me with nothing to go on.
It's not my job to investigate adultery.
How can I help you?
Pulled these out of Washington?
Yep. 18 rounds. Ten .45 calibre...
full metal jackets, seven 9 millimeter FMJs
and a single .38 hollow point...
mushroomed against the scapula (shoulder blade).
Serious overkill. Must've really pissed off the shooters.
Did you get what you were looking for?
I am Detective Diskant, we spoke on the phone earlier.
- I'm here for the ballistics evidence. - How're you doing?
- When can I expect the report? - In about an hour, sir.
- Can you fax this to my office? - Okay.
Thank you, Doc.
Diskant, talk to me.
You got three different calibres, that means three weapons.
What's your take went on down in that market?
Two bad guys come through the front door...
to rob the place, one of them sees the clerk,
cut's him in half, the other one sees
Washington, whose weapon is already drawn,
empties his clip into him.
His buddy joins the party, till he runs dry,
then one of them pulls a .38,
pumps a final "fuck you"-round into Washington's back.
They leave, you show up after they're gone.
Got it all figured out.
I got your back here,
but you got to keep your distance and let me work this case.
No one's gonna find these assholes. Is that what you need to hear from me?
Are you fucking kidding me?
They get a pass and you get a pass. That's the deal, right?
What are you talking about, "the shooters get a pass"?
I don't understand. Clady said you were on board.
Not with this.
What is the deal? You throw in this case for a promotion?
If I were you I'd be more morried about yourself.
Hey, you piece of shit! You got a 187 (homicide) on a police officer
and you're fucking lettin' the suspects walk?
- You want these guys found? - That doesn't piss you off?
- So they can put you out in the???? - Fuck off!
Place you in the store before the shooting?
Do you want to catch a felony for obstruction?
If I say you weren't there, you weren't there.
This is your mess, and I'm cleaning it up.
Yeah, it pisses me off.
Diskant.
Yeah.
Yes, hang on one second.
All right, go ahead.
All right, thank you.
Bye bye.
You write in codes.
The lab found saliva on a cigarette butt and a bandana outside the store.
The DNA corresponds to those two names.
Congratulations, you I.D. ed the shooters.
Yeah, normally I would be pretty happy.
Pull the rep sheets. Give me copies.
I'll see you around.
The computer says you arrested these guys.
Fremont and Coates.
Good guys. Say hi from me.
Do you remember them?
Who can forget?
Heroin dealers with a taste for blood.
Came up from Belize to make a sale and they liked the Southland so much.
They never left.
Yeah, we hooked these fine gentlemen on a rape/mutilation caper.
It seems they had a three day hostage fest
with this cute little Guatemalan chick.
They snatched her up when she was walking over from school.
Hurt her bad.
- Then why are they on the streets? - They walked from the????.
One of our own felt we violated
Mr. Coates' and Mr. Fremont's civil rights
and told the city attorney.
- Washington dimed you out. - Yeah.
Why do you think they put that dude community relations?
Are you shittin' me?
Washington kicked loose the very guys who whacked him?
Damn ironic, isn't it?
Hello, guys. What is this, a garage sale?
Hello, Lud? What's this?
Why...uh...
Why do you have this?
Those are the shitbags who popped Washington.
Sarge, we can get these guys.
No, no. Not if you want to keep your badge.
Besides, these two animals?
These guys, they'll take care of each other.
They'll be dead by the end of the week.
Probably shoot each other's fucking faces off.
no one needs to.
You know how this shit it works.
This week's suspect, next week's victims.
Right?
Yeah, right.
- What are you doing here, Tom? - Let's talk.
I'm sick of this shit, man.
It's the same damn song for three years.
Crying about your wife.
She's gone, Tom.
What's it going to take to bring you back from Mars?
Have I ever asked you for anything?
You know what, you ask me for shit all the time.
Big things, Jack?
Important things.
What's up, Tom?
Give me a green light to...
take out the assholes who did Washington.
Come on, Jack. King's X. (time-out, truce)
What the hell is this?
I can lay them out like I did those Koreans, but off the books.
I'm talking shovels and trash bags.
Who's going to know? Who's going to care?
The Koreans...
that was business.
This is some crazy bullshit...
wrapped around in that drunk ass mind of yours.
Look at yourself.
Look at yourself Tom, you're a mess!
When did you start drinking today?
You're little airplane bottles of vodka.
And you drove over here intoxicated.
You want a second DUI? (driving under influence)
No one's going to fuck with me, Jack!
You're not listening to me!
No, you listen to me.
This is much bigger than that.
Do you think Biggs is stupid?
He has a PhD in catching cops slipping.
You know this. You know all this.
You gotta hold your mud (stay strong).
Can you do that?
It's time to turn the page and close the book.
They took $200.
I had forgotten about this until I saw this.
That's the man.
That's him.
They took all my pay. Said it was for the cookie jar.
The cookie jar.
That's what he said.
I'll be right back.
What do you want, Disco?
Washington was dirty. He was a piece of shit.
Why are you telling me this?
I think you know why.
I know why.
- Got it in this? Huh? - That's a new phone.
You're working for Internal Affairs.
You made one deal, maybe you made two?
Did Captain Biggs flip you to the dark side, punk?
You know what?
They're right about you. You are fucking out there (mad).
From now on you stay away from me. We don't talk.
Hold on, Disco. Hold on.
I gotta watch my own back these days, you know?
Come on. Don't be mad.
Washington was dirty.
Hit me, princess. Come on.
Couple of things.
You know, we found $50,000 in cash ??? at the store?
No, I didn't. That's a lot of cash but not in itself damning.
Oh, but this is.
Looks like an evidence tag.
I found it in Washington's truck.
I had SID (Scientific Investigation Division)...
scan it, corresponds to a kilo of heroin.
Guess who comes along and signs up the dope?
Washington.
Washington signed out heroin and returned brown sugar.
Guys who worked (killed) him moved dope.
You know, Washington sprung them from a rape [charge] on a technicality.
No, I did not know that.
Maybe they had a business arrangement.
Maybe it was a hit? (assassination)
That would explain the heavy artillery.
Washington deserved it, right?
He was dirty, so fuck him.
I feel much better about the suspects walking,
And you must feel better, too, right? We're doing the right thing.
No shame if you want to take your pass.
This has to be you and me.
Why do you think we're in the goddamn bathroom?
This is it. The last known address.
We are cops.
Do you live here?
How long have you been living here?
Three months.
Who's living with you?
My mum, my dad, my sisters and brothers and my cousin Grisella.
No one else?
Okay.
Family or not. Our boys are long gone.
All right, Disco.
See those yahoos (idiots)? I'm gonna jam 'em.
And when I do, one of them is gonna bolt (run).
That's the one that has to do it.
Are you bored or something?
This is their (neighbor)hood.
If anyone knows Fremont and Coates, they do.
- Fuck it. - Look at those guys.
Get him.
Suck on my balls!
Go home. You're in the wrong neighborhood.
Watch out!
Run, amigo.
Spencer.
I had him.
Why are you running, man?