(birdscreeches)
(overlapping radio transmissions)
The heat wave continues. It's 109 degrees in Los Angeles.
(snarling)
(sirens)
(angry voices)
(screaming andgunfire)
As drought-ridden Los Angeles swelters in agonising heat,...
..drug lords wage warfare in the streets.
Yet another open conflict... Oh, fuck this! Get me out of here!
Argh!
We're in a war zone, Dave: two motorcycle officers horribly wounded in a crossfire,...
..the police seemingly unable to rescue them in spite of several desperate, heroic attempts.
It's completely out of control down here.
My beautiful cantina, everything I own, they shot it to pieces.
My microwave, my automatic steamer, my grill...
You fucking pendejos!
(automatic gunfire)
Ah! Ha-ha!
Fuck you!
Tony Pope, live with Hard Core, on the scene andin yourface.
It's like Dante's hell.
Smoke, fire, oppressive heat,...
..as Colombian and Jamaican drug fiends again transform LA into a slaughterhouse.
Who the hell's in charge down here? The cops? Uh-uh.
They're outmanned, outgunned and incompetent.
Mr Mayor, on vacation in your home in Lake Tahoe,...
..get off your butt, get down here and declare martial law!
OK, don't keep me in suspense, Danny boy!
It has not been a nice day!
Two motors pulled over a truck, stumbled right in the middle of a narc stakeout.
You know, ten Colombians and Scorpios armed to fuck all.
They're trying to get in their headquarters.
We're keeping them pinned down, but those officers are bleeding to death.
Fuck! They're dying, man.
Where the hell is Special Weapons?
They're still tied up in that shootout in San Pedro with the Jamaicans.
They shot down a chopper.
Mills and Johnson won't last much longer. We need an assault vehicle to go get 'em.
I'm gonna chat with these assholes.
- When I give the signal, give me some cover! - Got it!
Too small.
Right.
(snarling)
Come on! Come on!
Get 'em out of here! Now!
Vamonos!
Get 'em out! Get 'em out!
- Vamonos! - Vamonos!
Hey, assholes!
(snarling)
Mike, are you OK?
- Yeah. Let's get the rest. - We can't. Orders from Chief Heinemann.
He says surround building and wait.
- Wait for what? - I don't know!
Some bullshit special unit. The feds, the DEA.
Ifwe let those bastards get dug in now, we'll have to level the building!
- Hijo de puta. - No, es para mi.
Vamonos!Vamonos!
Venga!Aprisa!
Venga!
Chingale!Chingale!
Come and get it. EI Scorpio is ready.
(glass shatters)
- Sarge, any of your people in the building? - No.
Let's go.
Lieutenant, can't let you in. Heinemann's on his way.
Heinemann can kiss my sweet ass! Come on!
Goddamn it. Go with him.
(screaming)
(gunfire close by)
(screaming)
(whispers) Three, two, one...
Go!
(gasping)
(whimpering)
Shh. Shh.
Get back, back, back. Back.
Shh.
(whispers) Next door over.
Take this room!
First floor, officer down. We need backup.
Freeze!
I said hold it!
Now, lay your guns down. You can walk down or fly, it's your choice.
I said put it down, asshole!
No!
- Ohh! - (offcer) Let's do it now!
Take it easy.
Damn, it's hot.
(snarls)
(single shots)
(snarls)
Must be losing it.
(distorted) Mike!
Spread out. Secure the roof.
Just take it easy. I'm righthere.
(offcer) All clear. All clear on the site.
(distorted) Oh, Dannyboy.
I gotta get down from here.
Shit.
OK, search the roof. Check every floor. Maybe someone else...
Seal it off. No one leaves.
Danny, get me off this damn roof.
- You get the rest of them? - Somebodybeat us to it.
(glass breaking)
Leona.
Oh, shit.
- What happened to EI Scorpio? - He's out front having lunch.
What the hell is this?
I don't know.
They've been cut to pieces.
- Must be the Jamaicans. - Their style, but where the hell did they go?
OK, nobody gets in here until Forensic arrives. Nobody.
OK, you know the drill.
(glass shatters)
Mike.
Up there.
He must have been killed out here, and then someone...
That's about 35, 40 feet. No rope, no ladder.
The guy weighs about 190, 195 pounds.
You couldn't carry him up there.
Lieutenant?
Deputy Chief Heinemann's downstairs. He wants you out of the building now.
Ah, son of a bitch.
What the fuck is going on?
(Danny) This is not good, Mike. Not good at all.
(snarling)
- I want a real name on this joker, OK? - You got it.
Mike.
Phil, this is quite a surprise. What brings you down from the palace?
You let me down, Mike. You're making me look bad.
I thought we had an understanding.
I put my ass on the line to get you here,...
..and all I expect is a little cooperation!
You were told this was a federal matter.
Yet you disobeyed an order to stay out of the building.
Don't let this get out, Phil, but it's a fucking war down here.
(distorted) Soldiers take orders. Don'tpush it!
I'llpush itas faras I can, Phil, cos we're fighting for ourlives here,...
..while you're downtown pushingpencils andkissing ass!
I don't roll over for anybody, especially the feds,...
..without a goddamn good explanation!
Take this equipment up to the third floor. Come on, let's move!
- Let's go. - (woman) Excuse me, sir!
What the hell is going on here, Heinemann?
Insubordination. Disregard for direct orders from a supervising officer.
Now get back to your cage at Alvarado.
- I'll show you insubordination, you son of... - No, no, no!
Where you running to? Come here!
You don't need this, Mike. It's not worth it.
Relax.
Oh, fuck!
(# Spanish rap music)
(shouting)
(TonyPope) lhave an update foryou.
In a shootout, five members ofone Colombian drug gang...
..were ambushedby theirbloody rivals, the Jamaican Voodoo Posse,...
..who escaped withouta trace - ha! - again making totalfools of...
- A detective is here to see you. - Back there.
Listen, lady, you got a backed-up toilet. Call a plumber, not the cops.
- This licence has expired. - Bullshit! I paid that fee six months ago.
- I'll kick your ass! - Sit down! Right now!
- Move! Get your ass movin'! - Just calm the fuck down!
What you lookin' at?
And all you got to do...
..is tee it high and let it fly.
Ow! Dead solid perfect.
Now, remember, for distance you gotta gently but firmly grip the club.
Lieutenant Harrigan! Detective Lambert, Rampart Division.
Hey, kid, just have a seat. I'll be right with you.
- Hey, Cap. - Don't start, Mike.
Heinemann's already been up my ass so far I won't be able to sit down for a week.
We're not winning this war.
As much as it'll piss you off, you'll have to play the game.
"Effective immediately, a federal task force under Special Agent Peter Keyes...
..will investigate criminal activities involving the trafficking of controlled substances."
And you willextend him your full cooperation.
So you're cutting off my dick and shoving it up my ass.
The feds are calling the shots on this. My hands are tied!
- Yeah? - Captain Pilgrim, Peter Keyes.
- It's good to meet you. - And you, sir.
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan. Special Agent Peter Keyes, DEA.
Heard a lot about you.
I'm sorry for this jurisdictional intrusion.
Don't mean to be stepping on your toes.
But we want to prevent King Willie's voodoo gangs from taking over the entire West Coast.
I wish I could tell you more.
But we have a large number of deep-cover operatives involved.
You know how it is. We all have ajob to do.
Now, I'm sure we can respect each other's situation and act responsibly.
Well,...
..um, cooperation...
..is my middle name.
I'll see you around.
- I'm the new transfer, Jerry Lambert. - Like I said, have a seat. I'll be right with you.
- Who is this dude? - Yeah, what an asshole.
All right, Danny boy, what we got?
What have we got? Five lowlife Scorpions make it into the building.
The next minute... they're all shish kebab.
Not one bullet wound.
It wasn't drugs or money. There's a shitload of that.
Maybe King Willie brought in some outside talent. He's making his big move.
A pro would have split the moment he heard us.
More than one, we would have seen them.
Whoever did this waited until the last minute,...
..and then took out four men armed with machine guns by hand!
And then got by us.
Maybe we should give him ajob. Let's put him on the payroll.
So me and my partner bolt up the stairs, somebody is screaming bloody murder...
- You gotta... You gotta hear this. - What?!
Hey. Hey, I forgot to tell you.
See that guy there?
That's Ferris's replacement.
This guy's Jerry Lambert. The Lone Ranger from Rampart station.
That's the Lone Ranger?
I thought he was here to fix the air conditioning.
I said "Lady, you are under arrest." And she said "Why?"
I said "Because your husband is dead. You killed him."
- Know what she said, didn't miss a beat? - Uh, no.
She said "I stabbed that son of a bitch plenty oftimes. He never died on me before."
(Leona laughs)
Oh-oh.
- Looks like he's putting the moves to Leona. - (Mike groans)
His first big mistake.
I have heard about you.
- Yeah? - Yeah!
- Like your last partner got shot. - What?
Well...
- Oy! - You try that cowboy shit with me, fucker,...
..you can kiss these goodbye.
- Got it? - Yeah, I got it. Unhh!
Well, well, I see that the three of you have met.
Lambert, if you're feeling up to it,...
..why don't you limp your way in to the lieutenant. He wants to talk to you.
Yeah.
Aauughh!
- You're a bad girl. - Ooh, I like that.
No, no, no!
Goddamn, is that bitch on the rag or what?
This is what I call "the speech", kid. I only give it once, so pay attention.
Until now, it's all been fun and games, cops and robbers, dunking doughnuts.
But you're in the shit now. Metro Command is a war zone.
Lieutenant, I've paid my dues.
I had to bust my ass to get my transfer.
And that scares the shit out of me, kid.
No one requests to come here unless they want a reputation.
There's no room for anyone looking to prove themselves. I won't stand for it.
Don't get me wrong. We need good cops, and they say you're good at what you do.
But the team comes first.
You live by that, and you'll be OK. And we'll all be there for you.
Remember, the door swings both ways.
That's it.
Hey, kid.
Welcome to the war.
(moaning)
(ecstatic screaming)
- (men shouting) - (woman screaming)
(woman) No!
(man) OK, guys. This has gone too far now, huh?
Hey, hey, guys.
I-l-l know you're trying to scare me, huh?
Well, you did a pretty good job, man.
I'm scared now.
Stop it now.
I can pay you.
- $2 million, man. In cash. - (man chuckles)
- Right now! - This is not about money.
This is about power!
There's a new king in the streets.
This is a message he has for your people.
- You are history. - (chokes)
Fucking history, goddamn puto.
(pants)
What the fuck are you doing now, man?
You're crazy!
King Willie says...
..not only do I have to kill you,...
..but I have to take your soul.
Voodoo magic.
Fucking voodoo magic, man. (laughs)
But you know what? I tell you what I believe.
Shit happens.
(woman screams)
(snarling)
Argh!
Shoot it!
Argh!
Fucker!
Aargh!
(predator) Sh... shithappens.
Shithappens.
Aah!
I'm standing just outside a penthouse complex in San Pedro...
..involving as many as 20 people. It's uncertain who they were.
One report indicates it might be the feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse.
I go in for my physical and the doctor says "I need a semen, stool and urine sample."
I say "Gee, doc, I'm in a big hurry. Can I just leave my underwear?"
Oh, God.
Achtung, mein Kapitan!
Word is there may be as many as 50 more dead bodies up there.
Oh, man, it's Pope.
That parasite must live in his car.
I'll handle it. PR's my specialty.
Word is they want your ass off the job.
- Tony! - Who the hell are you?
Your biggest fan! Catch your show all the time.
- I got ajob to do! - Yourjob is to root for garbage elsewhere.
- Been inside? - Yeah. We were gonna go in with our guys,...
..but we were told on a radio transmission nobody goes in under any circumstances.
(police radio) All units, be advised. Federal offcers willhandle investigation.
- We didn't hear that. Let's go. - You're the boss.
This is Cheryl Tyer reporting live...
Hey, nice flashlight. Mind if I borrow it?
OK.
Damn!
Look familiar?
Aah!
Fuck.
Oh, God.
(Mike) Ramon Vega, the crack king.
Biggest operator in East LA. 100 keys a week.
- Why isn't he skinned? And who are they? - (Danny) Jamaicans. King Willie's boys.
(Leona) That makes no sense.
This was a voodoo ritual. I've seen it before. They took his heart out.
- What for? - Terror tactics, man.
You know, to scare the shit out of their enemies.
- King Willie. - Who the hell is King Willie?
King Willie, voodoo priest of the LA posses.
Ran the terror gangs for Edward Seaga in Jamaica...
..till he got too powerful.
The Jamaican chiefs won't make a move without his approval.
So what the fuck happened?
Shit!
(Danny) Hey, we got a survivor!
(whimpering)
What's she saying?
I don't know. She's not making any sense.
She keeps saying "EI diablo vino por ellos." The devil came for them.
If it's the Colombians, why'd they leave their boss hanging and his girl naked on the floor?
- It wasn't the Colombians. - Our friend from the armoury.
Right.
We got a new player in town.
Come over here, Mike. Check this out.
What is that?
(Mike) Looks like a spear tip or something.
(Keyes) This is a restricted area.
I want it cleared immediately.
You're walking on physical evidence.
- We'll take care of her. - She's with me.
Lieutenant, I'd like a word with you in private, please.
They say that persistence is your most outstanding quality.
- I know this is your show... - You're not listening to me!
You got a big nose and you're sticking it too far in my business.
Maybe you can hear this. The next time you cross me,...
- ..you're gonna turn up missing. - (crunching)
- Garber, the man with the camera. Get him. - Yes, sir.
- All right. Let's go. - Stay away.
- Hey, fuck you, man! Give me my camera! - Shut the fuck up.
Hey, wait a minute! I got my rights! I'm ajournalist.
- Harrigan! Harrigan! - Shut up. Let's go.
Smells like a cover-up. The press has a right to know!
Take him out of the building. Search him.
Now you get the hell out of here.
Who the hell are you, Keyes?
The last person in the world you wanna fuck with.
Wanna make me proud, kid?
Take your bag oftricks, stay with them, find out where they take her.
Meet me later at La Cita's. And be careful. These guys are good.
Hey, don't worry! Surveillance is my specialty.
OK, then. Just get going.
(chuckles) Go get 'em, Lone Ranger.
Danny, look here. We gotta take this real cool.
These guys sure aren't the DEA, but it's still Keyes's party.
You stick around, stay out of sight. I'll meet you at one o'clock.
We'll take a good look at that room, OK? Hey, wait for me.
(distorted) Dannyboy, no hero stuff, understand?
(echoing) Dan-Dan-Dannyboy.
(Mike) Watch your ass, Danny boy.
(# dance music)
(Jerry) She never made it.
The feds were waiting.
Hustled her off in a chopper.
- Let me guess. A silver Alouette? - That very one.
And guess what. Your pal Keyes was running the whole show. And his butt boys.
Son of a bitch.
You done real good, kid.
Now tomorrow, start a tail on Keyes.
Everything he does, everywhere he goes.
Who knows? You mightjust get lucky.
Lieutenant!
Luck...
..is my specialty.
Yeah. I bet it is.
Now, if you'll excuse me, Lieutenant, I got some serious police work to attend to.
Come to Papa.
Hey!
- Hey, are your balls OK? - Fine.
How are yours?
- Hey, do you mind? It's my sister. - Say what?
Oh, you're not my sister.
Son of a bitch. Who are you really chasing, Keyes?
Time to go to work.
- Shit. - (predator) Dannyboy.
Mike? Whoa!
Whoa!
(pants) Oh, God!
No. No. Oh, God!
- (Danny) Oh, Mother of God! - (gunshots)
Please, no!
Oh! Aargh!
(high-pitchedscream)
(computer) LieutenantMichaeIR Harrigan:
..violence prone, obsessive/compulsive personality,...
..a history ofexcessive physicalforce...
..throughouthis 18years as a Los Angeles police offcer.
Also responsible for the destruction of 11 patrol cars, a citybus...
What about ten commendations for valour...
..and the best felony arrest record in the history of this department?
That and my intervention on your behalf are the only reasons you still have ajob.
If it were up to the chief, he'd charge you with Detective Archuleta's death and suspend you.
As it is, he left it in my hands.
Now, this John Wayne attitude and flagrant disregard for policy is gonna end now.
No one under my command will impede the progress of this federal task force...
..headed by Agent Keyes.
No one.
That's it.
Dismissed.
Mike, you're too close to this. Stay out of it.
It's a police matter. They can't keep the department out of it.
We'll find Danny's killer.
Captain, Danny and I came up together.
15 years on the fucking street!
Whoever killed him's gonna pay. I'm gonna finish it.
Hey!
Hey, come on. What is this?
(onlookers gasping)
Listen, shithead.
I don't give a fuck what you want with this asshole because now it's personal.
And he's a dead man.
What you're dealing with is over your head. I'm warning you...
You! You don't know what you're dealing with.
And I'm warning you. Stay the fuck out ofmy way!
- I'll take care of him. - No.
Let him go.
We're too close.
(Pope) ..claiming as his, turfcontrolled by the Jamaican and Colombian drug lords.
Watch as we continue ourreport.
Yes, the wordis out: LA is up forgrabs,...
..the spoils ofour once fine city going to the ruthless scum...
..who can spread the most carnage andbloodin ourstreets.
The latest update on the scoreboard:
..five assorted trash and one good cop,...
..one of the best on ourforce.
Who's next? Where's the mayor? He's not even in the city...
Forget it. It's over.
Mike, goddamn it. This ain't your personal little war, you know.
I loved Danny, too.
Hey, you told me the only way you survive is because you're a team.
The door swings both ways. Remember?
All right. We'll do it together.
Come on. Talk to me about Keyes.
- We've been on him for the last three days. - And they're not looking for drug dealers.
Yeah. They've been setting up weird radar sensors all over downtown.
I used my whole repertory to keep up with them!
I had scanners on them, but they scrambled my shit up.
They had equipment I can't begin to touch.
And then this morning...
- ..l lost 'em. - We lost them.
- Where? - Vernon and lndustry.
- They disappeared! - The slaughterhouse district?
Yeah, and in this heat, whoo! I mean, BO and barbecue!
Whatever Keyes is looking for, he's found it, or close to it.
Leona, I want to meet with King Willie.
Willie and I seem to have the same problem.
- In the meantime, you come with me. - Mike, it's impossible!
Just do it.
Fuck!
(FBI offcer) Omega 1. This is Control.
This is Omega 1.
(Garber) We only have 22 minutes on safe window of operation.
- (offcer) Yes, sir. - (Garber) Verify that final telemetry check.
Start your test now.
Scan track three, two, one,...
..mark.
(Keyes) Number six, power up on the UV banks.
(offcer) We're complete on the lower UV banks. Ready for testing.
(Keyes) Second level, check for ambient temperature variations.
You got two minutes. Now get going.
(offcer) To all units. All units, you have approximately20 minutes to finish your task.
- Roger. - Increase this UV.
Up 42 per cent.
(woman) Your friend died as the result of an intrusion in the chest cavity...
..by an edged weapon that nearly cleaved the heart in two.
Death was instantaneous.
He was boned like a fish. I've never seen anything like this.
Please, do not touch anything.
(glass breaks)
Doctor, what about the other victims?
Anything there?
The federal team brought in their own forensic examiners.
I am the medical examiner and the chief pathologist in the city,...
..and they've cut me out.
Any way you can get a look at evidence the feds have collected?
- I mean, they must have run tests. - It won't be easy.
Doctor,...
..l pried this from Danny's hands. This is what took him into the rafters.
- It has almost no weight. - But it cuts like steel.
Let me see.
We are now at 150,000 times normal magnification.
Astonishing. This material doesn't correspond to anything on the periodic table.
- Lieutenant, what the hell is that thing? - Don't know. It's not from a hardware store.
- Military? - Uh, good guess.
Either something that got away, or something they want.
Keyes. Ah, we're getting closer now to what happened...
Hey, no!
(Mike) Easy, kid. Put your gun away.
King Willie will see you now.
(rap music from carradio) # I'm tired of the ratrace, I wanna have fun...
- It's OK. - Don't you want me with you?
I'll call you later.
- You want me to follow you? - I'll call you later!
# I can't take mymind offmyproblems...
You want some ganja, man?
(laughs)
License plate number.
1-8-8...
No, no. 1-8-8-3...
Oh, fuck!
(distortedlaughter)
(distorted) The doorswings both ways, myass.
(echoing) This doorswings both ways.
(# "Fake" byPapa Dee)
(coughing)
Thanks for the ride.
You know,...
..you guys really ought to cut down.
(meowing)
They say you want to talk to me.
They say you offering me favours.
Tell me why, Babylon.
Mr Policeman.
- I want some information. - Information.
Hm.
About the one that's doing all the killing?
He killed your people.
Now mine.
I think you know who he is.
- (King Willie laughs) - I wanthim.
I don't know who he is.
But I know where he is.
- The other side. - What are you talking about?
The spirit world, man.
You see,...
..it's always the same.
There's no stopping what can't be stopped.
No killing what can't be killed.
Hey, make sense, man.
This thing that's killing your people and mine...
..is from the other side.
I can feel him all around.
You can't see the eyes of the demon...
..until him come calling.
This is dread, man.
Truly dread.
Nothing else for you here, policeman.
Time to go.
Prepare yourself.
(snarling)
"His foundation lie in the holy mountain."
"Selah."
Aargh!
(gurgling)
This is Tony Pope live from LA,...