Get me the fuck down here. I just????.
- Get me the fuck down, man. - What else?
What the fuck are you doing, man?
So what do they call you?
They call me fucking Quicks, man.
"Quicks"? Not quick enough.
Hey, get me the fuck down. This meshes are cutting me up.
Fremont and Coates, they used to live...
across from were you were partying at. You know them?
I don't fucking know the fools, man.
I 'm a fucking Southsider, right?
I won't fuck nobody with my brothers and shit.
Hey, what the fuck you doin'?
They're from Belize.
Who knows them? Who knows them?
Who knows them?!
Look, look. Check this out, man.
Should you listen...
[I know a guy from] San Pedro, all right?
Dude's name is Grill. He's from 40ies Town, you know?
- Grill, 40ies Town. - Yes.
Grill, man. The motherfucker, he knows all of them.
All right, let me--Hey!
Hey!
What about him?
- The fucker is not going to jail. - Hey!
I wanna run Grill through [database],
- see if I can get an address. - Hey! Fucking whiteboys!
Fuck.
Shit.
Police!
Get on your face!
What the fuck did I do, man?
Get your ass in here, Disco.
- No one's telling me what the fuck I did.
Shut up.
Shit.
You got two strikes, Grill.
This is three strikes.
25 (years) to life.
That ain't my fuckin' shit. Fuck you!
You put that shit there.
Dirty ass punk ass cop.
What are you--?
Shit!
Ludlow! - What the fuck, man?
Stop!
Fuck man. Listen to your boy, man. Shit.
Don't you have to ask him something first?
Homey, right. Aren't you supposed to ask me some shit first?
Fremont and Coates, where're they at?
Aww man, stop hitting my fucking head first,
and I'll tell you.
Where do they fucking stay?
You're fucking crazy, man. I don't know where they're headed.
???????????
If I catch them, I'm gonna bust their motherfucking head, man.
Answer the fucking question! How do we find them?
Only cass?? (guy)I know didn't know them.
It's up in the county (jail) man. High Powell.
- I'm gonna book you into county. - For what, man?
Talk to your friends. Find me Fremont and Coates.
and you'll be out by tomorrow,
otherwise I'm gonna book you for tomorrow.
Fuck man, fuck!
- I ain't no fucking snitch, man. - I know that.
There won't be no jacking, no papers.
It's just you and me.
Fuck, man.
Come on, they ain't nothing to you. I want them.
All right, man. Fuck it.
Mrs. Washington?
Can we talk outside?
Terrence had $ 50,000 in cash on him.
This just might be more than just wrong place, wrong time.
"Might be"?
How many people knew he was talking to Internal Affairs?
My husband had a good heart.
And when he started listening to it, he became a pariah.
His eyes opened.
When will your eyes open?
Terrence always said you were the worst one.
Because with all the shit going on around you,
you choose not to see.
Look, I came here to help you. - Help me?
You came to help yourself sleep at night.
That $ 50,000. Do you think Terrence was stupid?
He knew he has a bull's eye in his back the second he went to Captain Biggs.
So we sold our house.
We were leaving Friday for the Bahamas.
To start over.
Silly of us, wasn't it?
Anything else, detective?
No.
Lud.
What the fuck?
- How's complaints? - You've just missed your wife.
- She was here? - Yeah.
That's cute.
I got something for you.
That's for you.
- Is that it? - That's it, yeah. That's it.
You can keep it as a nice souvenir for yourself???.
I mean, it is over.
Tom, this is over.
We got your back, Tom.
[PROJECTILE] [WASHINGTON, TERRENCE]
- Yeah. - It's your man at High Powell.
- I got the name. - Fire away.
It is an old Cheetoh (crook). He sells a little this, a little that.
He drives an old S Cadillac.
- Name. - Scribble. They call him Scribble.
His real name's Winston or some shit. I don't know.
All right, [now get me out of here. ]
It's on its way.
I can't believe this shit worked. Scribble. It's catchy.
We got a metro unit tailing him.
Go get him, Disco.
- Make me proud. - You're not coming?
- Watch it, watch it! - Are you married, Diskant?
Engaged. And I'd like to see her again.
Have you ever heard of something like the cookie jar
in reference to corruption. Shakedown, Serpico shit?
- No, why? - A complaint I'm working on.
We are eastbound, Vernon passing. [Should we stop him? ]
That's a negative, just keep eyes on him.
I call it out. We're en route.
Watch it! Crosswalk.
There he is.
- We got him. Break out. - That's a roger.
Shit.
Hands where I can see them!
Who are you supposed to be, man? Narcs?
Yes, we're Narcs (Narcotics).
Look how pinned out your eyes are. Take a little off the top?
A little Jones maintenance?
You need to kick that shit.
I got a lawyer, you might wanna talk to him. I got his card.
You wake up. Nothing's happened yet.
But FYI (for your information), I know you've got a no bail warrant.
I put the cuffs on now, you're locked up until the Apocalypse.
Whatever, man. Take me on a ride right now, dawg.
I mean, read me my Miranda (rights).
Put your hands back on the fucking wheel!
Yo, "242". Watch those fucking jokers.
Get back! Ga the fuck back!
- Fuck you're looking at, whiteboy? - Get the fuck back!
Do you really wanna kick heroin in County?
Wanna see that judge all sick, shitting and puking yourself?
That'll look real good. And for what?
You are just a rung in a ladder I'm climbing.
What ladder, man?
How do I find Fremont and Coates?
Look, I ain't got no love for them banana boat motherfuckers, man.
But those dudes are straight masters,
they'd put me in a box if they think I'm snitching.
I am not asking to finger (fuck) the guys...
on an open court,
I just wanna find them.
Once I do, you're out of the net.
I ain't seen them in a week, man.
- Got a number? - No, I ain't got no number.
Look, all they do is drop phones all the time.
They call me, man.
Look man, your man makes me nervous, could you--
Look at me. Look at me!
You wanna see that judge? You're gonna help me find 'em.
Look. I did business with them one time in El Sereno.
In their badass house, way up in the hills.
That's it.
Show me.
You expect me to leave my car in the hood, man?
Someone had a party.
Smell that?
Want me to put it out?
No, get the murder book.
Yes, it's Fremont.
And this is his buddy, Coates.
- We found them. - Great. Case closed.
Now these guys have been here a while, there's no way they killed Washington.
You think?
Fuck you. I'm doing my best.
If Fremont and Coates didn't kill Washington, who did?
- Who are we chasing? - The assholes who smoked these guys.
harvested their DNA and planted it in the market, that's who.
I'm with you. But why do you frame two dead dudes?
We're gonna ask them.
Let's go.
What's up, man?
You know it's coyotes out here and shit, right?
Yo, they've been gone a minute.
Do you know these guys?
No man, I ain't never seen these dudes.
Look, if Fremont and Coates call you, set up a meeting.
You tell them I can do for them what Washington can't anymore.
They'll know what you mean.
All right man, I hook it up. Now you take me back to my car?
Sure.
- This way. - Yeah, thank you.
I hope you guys will play nice with the new girl.
- Is Tom taking care of you? - I take care of him.
How's complaints, Lud?
Another scrape on a body and it's a traffic collision.
So, Tom here falls apart when he's not chasing bad guys.
He's always been like that.
He was born without fear. I could tell you some stories.
- Tell me.
No, we don't get so intolerant here.???
I got the classic Tom Ludlow story.
When he was a rookie, I took him under my wing.
It was a Friday night, and we were in Crib city,
that's a [bad area]
lots of dope and shootings, whatever, what have you.
So, we get to this quarrel that shut down this house party.
And Tom, he's like the saltiest boot ever,
and I think:
Let's give him a lesson in humility.
So I sent him in there. Alone.
And all of a sudden, all hell breaks loose, right?
They got guys coming out of the doors, others flew out of the windows...
Everybody is screaming inside, I rush in, I charge in,
and there's Tom, busting heads.
They wouldn't turn the music down.
Tom's always gonna be Tom. He's like a guided missile, locks on...
That's it.
- Yeah? - Hey, so I just talked to Scribble.
Fremont and Coates, or whoever they are, want to meet us.
- When? - Tonight.
I see you at Vice in an hour.
I know it's late, I'm sorry.
- I wanted you to have this. - And that is?
It's the video of your husband's murder.
It shows everything.
Why are you doing this?
Because I know how not knowing hurts.
When I lost my wife, she was with another man.
She had a blood clut in her brain, and then it burst.
The bastard dumped her outside of the hospital and...
she died quite alone on the sidewalk.
Linda...
I am sorry for wanting to hurt Terrence.
and I'm sorry for your loss.
I want you to know he didn't die alone.
and that the men who killed him are gonna pay.
That won't bring him back.
And that won't bring your wife back.
I don't care.
Not in my name. Please.
Not in my name.
That doesn't wash away blood.
Shouldn't we roll with backup?
- Fuck backup. - What? Why?
What do you think is going to happen tonight?
Do you think I'm throwing the cuffs on these boys,
drive them back to the barn and write it up?
Here's the deal:
I'm going out there and you go now,
and we never ever gonna discuss any of this again.
What? What do you mean?
It means Fremont and Coates never existed and we never met.
I'm not going home tonight, Tom.
Look, Paul...
This thing you want, that you think you want,
you don't want.
You don't know who I am or what I want.
Who are you to judge me?
You want to be a gunfighter, huh?
Then let's do it.
Back on the nightwatch, Tom?
You two keep being seen all over town.
Tom, did you really think I was gonna do nothing about you?
If you're gonna do something, do it now.
I know you want my scalp nailed to your wall,
but then who's gonna go in when the law won't?
You, Captain?
You?
You gonna clean up the needles and baby parts?
No. You need me and our company of men.
You hate me but you need me.
Ludlow...
Maybe you're right. Maybe we do need you,
but goddamn if you don't need me, son.
Hey, detective.
You've ever asked yourself
if Washington's dead because he was dirty
or because he came clean?
Swap your rounds out.
We don't want the coroner digging...
department issue ammo out of these assholes.
Use the gloves.
Jesus, these are some serious man slappers.
So we just go in there and kill them?
No, I 'm gonna ask them some questions.
Then we're gonna kill them.
Fucking time, man.
No gun?
You know that's some bullshit, right?
These dudes is monsters, right?
I mean, if they can't fuck it, rob it or kill it, they don't want it.
- Ready? - Yeah.
- Make the introduction. - All right. Tried take.???
Get fucking in here. - Shit, man.
You, move to the fucking wall.
What the hell is this? You know we're cops.
Get over there.
- They're cool, man. - Shut the fuck up, Scribble.
Get in here.
Yo, do you think I'm fucking playing?
Get your asses against the wall before you find your brains up here.
We're here to do business.
If you want me feel me up, come on and try it.
Oh, shit. You want a fill of shit?
Cause he ain't taking it out for you.
Shut the fuck up, Richard. Scribble say they good.
- Scribble, what's up with these fools, man?
They good, man. They cool.
- Nigger, take a seat. - Fucking asshole!
- You wanna drink? - No, we're good.
Man, we got the one time opportunity.
Motherfucking PoPo. Is there any square cops out there?
Or is everybody out for theirs?
Everyone's out for theirs.
- Way of the world. - Duh.
Cops are like weeds...
You pull one out, and two more fucking grow back.
Well, Washington got greedy.
Don't shoot me now, I'm just gonna get something out of my pocket.
This is just a sample.
We're all about weight.
We can help you transport. letting you know if there's heat.
letting you know if you're selling to a narc or a snitch,
or bust people and sell you their shit.
We're all about weight, too.
Look at that shit. That's sexy right there.
That's better than pussy.
That's better than money. Ain't no Mexican tar neither.
That's their worldwide war on terror dope, nigger.
Pure Afghan home.
Lord, we know this chap.
That's the same motherfucker that was in the market...
the day we pushed Washington??? back.
Hell, yeah.
That was you, right?
Come on, man, cool, man.
Y'all just chill out. I see where this is going, all right?
Everybody just be cool, man.
We got all these thrilling opportunities.
- I'm gonna pump me some of this shit-- - Shut your fat ass up.
Is that what you're here for, dawg?
You here to get some get-back...
for that sorry ass nigger, Detective Ludlow?
No, you guys did me a favor.
So you know who I am and I know who you're not.
If you're not Fremont and Coates, then who the hell are you?
Who are we, detective?
We're straight nightmares.
We're the walking, talking "exigent circumstances".
Ludlow, wait! I know these guyss!
It's all over, detective.
Shit!
I will do your bitch ass like my nigger did our partner.
Hold on, Diskant, hold on.
What the fuck are you doing?
Nigger, pick that gun up and blast the motherfucker!
[I'm scared, ] dawg.
The next one in your dome (head), nigger.
- Winston, don't do it! - "Winston"?
Winston? What the fuck is that? That's your slave name, nigger.
Do it, nigger. Man, kill them whiteboy!
Yo, white man killed a whiteboy.????
- I can't, man. - Fuck this nigger!
Comin' out, dawg, cover me. Come on.
Hang on.
- Let me see. - Why are you crying?
Take that off.
Sit down, Tom.
It went bad, Grace.
I know...
I know.
I should have gone alone.
I took a boy to a gunfight.
Why are you crying?
What's wrong?
...in our coverage of tonight's story
Detective Tom Ludlow, an 18 year veteran of the Los Angeles police department,
is wanted in connection with the shooting deaths
of two undercover deputy sheriffs in the early hours of the morning.
Officials have yet to confirm...
a third victim who may also be a police officer.
In addition, they have stated Detective Ludlow...
was off duty at the time of the shootings
- and is the only suspect in yet another - Cunts.
tragedy of the L.A. law enforcement.
Of course we will continue to bring you...
How do they know that? That they were cops?
I just left. It's on the news?
Did you do it?
Of course you did it.
I had no idea they were deputies,
but I should have.
"Exigent circumstances". Jesus!
What is wrong with you? Huh?
Why can't you have a normal life like everyone else?
- I should go. - No.
- No, you're not going out there. - This is gonna be a nightmare, Grace.
- I gotta go. - No, Tom.
The door is staying closed.
Every cop in L.A. is hunting for you, you wanna get killed?
You need to get away from me, okay?
You need to get far away.
Everything I touch dies.
Down on the fucking floor!
- ??????? - Now!
- Don't say a fucking word. - No, please.
Shut up.
Get up.
You're an asshole. You're going down. You killed two fucking cops.
What's the matter with you?
Get that piece of shit out of here.
- Downtown is the other way. - We're not going downtown.
Where are you going?
That bitch of yours is fine.
- What? - Saw you with Washington's widow.
You're fucking them both, huh?
- Which one are you feeling, Dante? - I like Linda.
You shouldn't have given her the video, Lud.
What the fuck were you thinking?
- You handed that bitch your death sentence.
The hell are you talking about?
We've been watching you, asshole.
How many times were you told to let it go?
- How many? - Let's go home.
Fuck him. Look what he's making us do.
Smug fucking punk.
Did you figure it out, Lud?
How do Fremont and Coates make it to the market that day?
After Washington got them kicked loose, you picked 'em back up.
You took them to the hills and popped their melons, right?
You should be a detective.
- We took some DNA samples first. - Little bit of hair, a little spit.
Voilą. Fremont and Coates did it.
Who signed out the dope wasn't Washington. You.
That was gonna be incinerated. Might as well...
sell it and make a dollar out of it, you know?
For you or the cookie jar?
You're not that smart, Santos. Who is in?
Silky? Clady?
Wander.
It's a Wander caper all the way.
He's the only one who could pull those strings.
He should have pulled your string years ago.
We couldn't figure out why the fuck he kept you around all this time.
He's Jack's little pet. He's been doing the man's dirty missions for years.
Washington wasn't giving me up to Biggs.
He was giving up the big dog. He was giving up the king.
Wander played your fool ass, puto. We all have.
You're a fucking chum, bro.
Washington's killers, were they really cops?
Yeah, they were. Couple deputies from the ghetto,
having the time of their lives.
And they were making a lot of money.
Those were gonna punch your ticket (kill you),
but you punched theirs.
Yeah, now we gotta punch yours.
Up in the hills.
Up in hte hills, brother.
First we bite your hair, saliva and blood.
When they finally know Washington's corps,
guess whose DNA gonna be all over it?
And what is it gonna look like?
Like you finally snapped just like everyone knew you would.
That little nurse of yours, Lud?
You knw, I'm popping a 100 milli Viagra
and I'm gonna work that little brown ass.
And then I'm gonna break her neck.
Get the fucking cuffs off me!
Get off, you motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
Well hello there, handsome. Did you have a nice nap?
Santos, your girlfriend's getting away.
What are you doing, Lud? Are you crawling to your own grave?
Watch me play with this fool. Hey pendecho.
Oh, yeah.
Who is the boy now, motherfucker? Huh?
Homeboy wants to bury himself.
Just do the fucking???? and let's go.
This is it, Lud.
- This is how it ends. - DeMille, what the fuck? Let's go, bro!
Shut up, I'm having fun!
Where is the fucking disk?
Where is the disk?
Come here.
You're a lot tougher than...
that piece of shit husband you used to have.
????? is off.
We 're gonna be here all night.
You gotta go, Linda. wherever it is, you gotta go.
I have everything packed.
Take care of yourself, detective.
Where do you wanna go, copkiller?
I let myself in.
Clearly.
You all right, Tom? I've been worried about you.
Apparently I killed two deputies. Diskant is dead.
Santos and DeMille dragged me out to die,
so I put them down.
- Can you fix this, Jack?
Oh, I'm gonna fix it. I'm gonna fix it.
You know, I suspected that Santos and DeMille...
were capering with with Washington, but...
I don't want to believe that this kind of shit was going on in my unit.
Yeah, me neither.
Boss, you better get Clady up here. I need you guys.
I'll get him in the loop.
Better plan what we're doing. You need an alibi.
You were sleeping on a couch after the party.
Santos and DeMille, they killed those deppies, not you. Not you.
[He's here. Kill him. King's X. ]
This is Clady's phone, and his badge.
All this is you. It's you, Jack.
No, it's you. It's you, Tom.
Honor it! Fucking honor it!
You knew they were cops.
Those guys are so deep undercover that they--
They lost their fucking minds!
Don't mourn them. You can't mourn them.
You set me up. You sent me into dying, Jack!
I didn't set you up!
You set yourself up! I was trying to save you.
You're backing up in a fucking corner--
- You killed Washington! - Fuck him!
Fuck Santos. Fuck DeMille. Fuck Clady. Fuck 'em all.
Fuck them all!
They are a dime a dozen (worthless).
You.
You man. You're special.
- You're special to me. - Diskant.
He is special.
I've watched a good man die because of you.
That is entirely your fault.
Come on, Tom.
I know we can get past this.
We got a destiny, you and me.
Nobody's getting past this, Jack.
Everything ends now. You end now.
I surrender. I surrender.
Hook me and book me.
Come over right there.
Put it out. One for transport. Goddamn.
Tom Ludlow, he's got his man now.
I've found you and I've made you...possible.
Now you need me more than ever, Tom.
What did you think I'd do when I found out?
Wait, man. Wait.
In my wall.
It is all there in the wall.
These secrets, they're killing us.
???, open it up.
Open it up. Tear it down.
Hit it.
Here it is.
This is my power.
This is my crown.
I'm the king of secrets, Tom.
I know which city council man is doing lines,
I know who likes boys.
I know who's selling contracts. I know who's beaten his wife.
I own them! Even the Chief is in my pocket, Tom.
How you think that I've been able to protect you all these years?
What do you think is it you're doing? All these missions.
How do you think you're able to touch the untouchables?
I'm gonna be chief!
I will be chief!
I will be mayor!
This is our world, Tom.
So let's take it.
Is that why you put a hit on Washington?
Why you tried to kill me?
So you can keep stuffing money in your wall?
But this is our money.
The unit's.
Who do you think paid for
Silky's defense, doing all those law suits?
Who's going to pay for your retirement?
I just corrected a flaw in the system, Tom.
This is about cops helping cops.
And if a teacher or a fireman could do it,
they would do it, too.
What happened to just locking up bad people?
We're all bad, Tom.
You were my best friend.
We were family.
Drop it, Ludlow.
It's been enough killing.
I came as soon as you called.
Guess you're first on scene.
No, you were.
Looks like Jack's friends got greedy, came after the money.
Is that what it looks like?
This your plan, Captain?
Just sit back and let us all kill each other?
You were the plan.
No one else could touch him.
Once your eyes were opened, there was no other outcome.
Decisions were made, Tom,
- by powerful men with powerful secrets. - Captain?
They were afraid of Jack
and they asked me to help.
One day, you will pass the chief in the hall and he will give you a nod.
And you will know why.
Because you were right, Tom.
We do need you.
Transcript by rogard. Say "Thank you", because...
you just looked at several hours of my life.: -)