Find these bastards.
Kill them all.
Kill their families.
Their kids.
Their dogs. Their cats.
They're on the scent of El Dorado Trust.
We cannot let that happen. Do you understand me?
El Dorado Trust.
It's an A-bomb.
It's Mickey Cohen's pride and joy.
The whole reason he killed Tommy Russo...
...was to take over his Continental Wire service...
...which means Cohen's got the only wire between here and Chicago.
He's building the central book for the entire western United States.
Wait, what's the central book?
All gambling money on the West Coast will go through a central book...
...and Mickey Cohen will touch every penny.
If he gets that thing up and running, inside a week it won't matter what we do.
It'll be growing faster than we can tear it down.
He'll own the whole goddamn state.
Where is it?
I don't know.
They haven't said a thing.
Well, we gotta find it.
Yes, we do.
We don't have a lot of time, Jerry.
I'm not gonna get her killed.
You gotta ask her.
Or I will.
You know, I ain't gotta prove myself to you.
You asked me to be here and I'm here.
I'm risking my life, like every single guy in there.
But there's a line.
You go and talk to my girl...
...you put her in danger, you're gonna cross that line with me, pal.
I'm not questioning your loyalty, Jerry.
Don't go near her.
Just do what needs to be done.
You're going somewhere?
I gotta go.
You gotta do that in front of me?
You gotta make yourself pretty for him in front of me?
- What's the matter? - You got a lot of nerve.
What are we doing?
I can't figure out your angle.
What's your angle?
What were you doing in his house, Jerry?
You don't wanna know that.
Why didn't you tell me you're a cop?
I'm looking out for you.
- Trust me. - No. I don't trust you.
He's gonna plant us both.
- That stirs you a little, doesn't it? - Oh, yeah, that stirs me up.
- It does, Jerry, admit it. - It stirs me right up.
Maybe that's why you're with him.
- You think that's why I'm with him? - I don't know.
I came out here to be a star, Jerry.
I figured I couldn't lose.
I figured wrong, didn't l?
I'm open to suggestions.
Don't go.
Don't let me.
One-two. Ho-ho. Whoa.
This the one where you break his jaw?
Hey, Claude Rains.
Come here, I wanna show you something.
Hurt him. Yeah.
- This putz was trying to steal my title. - Heh.
Story of my life.
Some bum's always trying to steal what's mine.
You gotta dance.
Come on. Finish him.
Oh!
- Hey, Dad? - Yeah?
Mom wants to know when you're gonna put up the lights.
As soon as I'm done here. Can you hand me those wire strippers?
Yeah.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Son, your dad's a genius.
Go tell your mom that.
So the first one's Pacific Telephone. The second one's Western Union.
And that third one...
- Cohen's. - That's right.
That's all there is to it? Just cut the wire?
No. You cut the wire, they'd be out here in an hour to repair it.
El Dorado Trust is the terminus of the wire, right?
So all you gotta do is ping the wire and the pulse echo will tell you how far away it is.
Why didn't I think of that?
Hey, keep an eye out.
What'll it be?
Remember 75.
And bingo.
You gotta be shitting me.
Am I the only one who thinks this is fucking insane?
Because there's an alarm, it goes right to Cohen.
It'll take me 10 minutes to find it and disable it.
You got 5 then.
Shooting starts, sheriffs are gonna be all over our asses.
You sure we can pull this off?
No.
Let's do it then.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Howdy.
- Who are you guys? - We're the band.
Unh!
Oh, shit.
- Keeler? - All clear.
Boom, chica, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Aah!
All right, everybody, time to go home! Out!
Ladies, go on and take the rest of the night off.
Come on, ladies. That means you. Get up.
Let's go, ladies. Come on.
We already took care of that.
Ch-ch-chica, boom
Chica, chica, boom, chica boom Chica, boom-boom-boom
Boom, chica, boom-boom-boom
- Aah! - Everybody out! Now!
Everybody out!
My, oh, my.
What the fuck happened here, Eugene?
We don't know, Mr. Cohen. Right now, I'm coordinating the...
"Coordinating"? What's this coordinating?
Take the dog.
No, the deputy.
This how you take care of business?
You motherfucker!
You will find the cocksuckers that did this to me!
You will find them!
Drink. Come on.
- Look, look. Come on. - Shut up.
Come on, you son of a... Drink.
No, it's right here, man.
Drink it. Don't be scared, don't be scared.
Our young Señor Ramirez is drunker than a peach orchard sow.
- Let me tap you. - No, I'm good.
You sure?
It's not good right now.
Sarge, come here for a second.
- Come on, everybody. Get over here. - Come on, sarge.
Sarge, come here.
To the sarge.
For bringing us all home safe.
You're a bull in a china shop, but we'd follow you anywhere. To the sarge.
No, look, this victory belongs to all of us.
You know, I've run with a lot of outfits, but none better than you group of misfits.
Cheers.
- To the Gangster Squad. - The Gangster Squad.
How much did they get away with?
Nothing.
Neddy says they didn't take the money.
They're cops.
Chief Parker put them up to it.
I've had it with that sadistic, Bible-thumping boozer.
He's done.
We never had that kind of trouble before.
Trust me, Karl.
I've bought myself enough cops. I know what I'm talking about.
These guys are a special brand.
They're hard cases, not interested in money.
A cop that's not for sale is like a dog with rabies.
There's no medicine for it, you just gotta...
...put him down.
Heh.
Somebody peached to them.
Somebody up and turned rat on me!
There's ears in this fucking house! Find them!
The slut cluck bitches!
Come on. We need to get you out of here before he runs out of pretty things to break.
Now, you don't ever need to come back here, Miss Grace. Not ever.
Wrevock's gonna pick up the shipment tonight in Chinatown.
Use the laundry truck.
No, wait, you gotta hear this.
You don't make this deal, we're finished, you hear me? Done.
That hit on Slapsy's is still killing us.
Wrevock's gonna pick up the shipment tonight in Chinatown.
Use the laundry truck. Don't fuck it up. I need this.
We hurt him.
He is bleeding cash. Desperate enough to do this out in the open.
We intercept that dope, he is dead in the water.
You know, I signed up for this...
...ahem...
...so that I could tell my boy that I at least tried to do something about it.
But I hope he never finds out about all the things we've done.
Con, we did what we had to do.
Can you remind me of the difference between us and them?
Because at this point, I can't tell anymore.
You want to find a witness to sign their own death warrant?
Con, look, this is the only way we can beat him. The only way.
Okay.
All right, look, I need you on the wire tonight.
- Okay? - Oh, no.
In case Cohen has a change of plan. It's all right, Con.
You sit this one out. We can handle it.
All right?
Okay.
Hey.
You wanted to talk to me?
He thinks somebody ratted.
He what?
- It's a matter of time before he gets to me. - What are you doing here?
- I gotta get out of town. You should too. - I can't. Gracie, look, for whatever it's worth....
Look, for whatever it's worth, Cohen had nothing to do with us. Not for one second.
Don't run. Just stay.
Can I help you fellas?
- We'll get to you in a minute. - We wanna talk to her, is all.
Hey, we got a message from Mr. Cohen.
It just seems like the lady doesn't want to talk to you.
What lady? She's just one of Mickey's pro skirts, there, pal.
Where is it?
- Where is it? - It's over there!
- Ah-ah-ah. No, no, no. - What is that?
Is that your message for her? Is that acid?
- Oh, come on. - I ever see you near her again, I'll kill you.
- Okay. - Good.
Damn it!
Fuck!
You're gonna get yours! Aah! Aah!
We know Cohen's sending Wrevock here to meet the shipment.
Maintain surveillance until he reaches the target location.
He's gonna lead us right to the dope.
We get this shipment, it's over. No more business.
A lot of civilians, this goes south.
Let's make sure that doesn't happen. Come on.
- Where's Wooters? - Wasn't my turn to watch him.
We're ready to go now for round 9...
...of the scheduled 15-round lightweight championship...
...in the Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, California.
Jerry. Grace.
Come on in.
Come on, quick.
I gotta ask you a favor.
I need you to get Gracie out of town tonight.
Yeah.
I can do that.
Thank you.
I gotta go.
Are you guys sisters?
We can be.
- Wait here in case he doubles back. - Got it.
- Jesus Christ, Wooters. - Where the fuck were you?
Where's John?
John!
John! John!
John, look out!
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm all right.
Fuck!
Oh, Jesus.
Keeler.
I was 9 years old when I robbed the Palace Theater with a baseball bat.
Cashier was laughing.
Till I bashed his head in.
Knocking the place over, that wasn't the hard part.
A 9-year-old kid with a cash box...
...trying to get from Broadway all the way to Boyle Heights?
Every block, I must have fought five, six kids for that box.
But I wouldn't let it go. I wouldn't let anybody take it away from me.
But you know who finally got that box?
A cop.
A dirty cop.
An eavesdropping fucking cop.
That bug's a nifty piece of work.
Limited range, though.
I'm not angry. That's done.
This is business.
Don't you worry, Grace.
I'll get you out of town safe.
I don't want out of town, Jack. I want out of this life.
Jack. Ha, ha, ha.
- You stay here. - Jack.
Where is she, Jack?
Where's that gorgeous red snatch?
She's not here, Mickey.
Did you bring your trouble boys just to see Grace?
You expecting some trouble, Mickey?
You looking for some?
My dog, Mickey, Jr...
...he shits more trouble than you're gonna give me.
We'll see about that, huh?
Make it good, boys, huh?
You? You?
Come here.
You're up next, you little creep.
I've been saving something special for you, Mickey.
My boxing days are over, Jack.
Come on, Mickey. Unh!
- Does that hurt? - Fuck you, Mickey.
Argh!
John.
- Damn it, John, don't do this. - Stay out of it, Jerry.
Just listen to me.
You goddamn suicidal son of a bitch. You want to hit something, you hit me.
- Get out of my way! - You want to hit something, hit...
Mickey!
Cohen!
Come on!
Well, sarge...
...this is where I get off.
The papers are calling for my resignation.
And the mayor, I'm afraid, is calling for your head.
I will likely be replaced by someone more amenable to Cohen.
And you, sergeant, you'll be relieved of your duty.
Your career with the Los Angeles Police Department is over.
As for your comrades...
They were following my orders, sir.
Blame rests solely with me.
You've served with distinction.
I'm sorry, John.
He won.
- Here, come here. - No.
It's okay, it's okay. It's okay.
If I leave, Keeler died for nothing.
Is that what you want me to tell our son when he asks about his father?
Connie!
The war taught us how to fight.
And, God knows, it was worth it.
But now it's all I know how to do.
I don't know how to live.
I just know how to fight.
Might as well be Mickey Cohen.
You're a good man, John.
You might even be a fucking angel.
Either way you're a hero.
You lose everything and you win the war...
...you're a hero.
You lose everything and you lose the war...
...you're just a fool.
I've been looking for you everywhere.
Gracie.
- I heard about Jack and I just thought.... - I know.
Jack saved my life.
He fought like hell.
What are you doing here?
I saw Cohen kill him.
Well, that's all the more reason for you to get out of here.
No, I'm a witness.
- Gracie. Listen to me... - I'm a witness.
I'm your witness, Jerry.
Gracie.
Let me.
Excuse me. Do I know you?
Need a favor, judge.
See, we've been bugging Cohen's house for a while now.
Which I understand is illegal and inadmissible in court.
But we don't think the papers are gonna be so choosy.
Mickey's boys get pinched, you cut them loose, he pays you in whores.
- That sound familiar? - What do you want?
You're gonna retire, judge.
But before you do, just this once...
...you're gonna do something right.
Sign it.
Come on, sign it.
I hope you boys know what you're getting into.
Where is he?
He's holed up at the Park Plaza Hotel.
Rented out every room in the place and it's a fortress.
You'll never get him out of there.
Tomorrow, they'll take my badge.
Tonight, I'm still a cop.
I have here an arrest warrant for Mickey Cohen for the crime of murder.
I'm bringing him in.
Think I'll tag along if you don't mind, sarge.
I got no plans tonight.
I'm in.
Let's finish it.
Ole buttermilk sky I'm telling you why
Now you know Keep it in mind tonight
I just got off the phone with Judge Carter. He says he signed the warrant himself.
Who's gonna serve it?
Five guys? Forget it.
They'll never get through the lobby.
- Beat it. - Get inside.
Think I'll dance with the one what brung me.
Mickey Cohen...
...this is Sergeant John O'Mara of the Los Angeles Police Department.
We have a warrant for your arrest.
Come out quietly with your hands up and you will not be harmed.
Mickey Cohen, this is your final warning.
I like having only one fork.
You never make the wrong decision.
Fucking had it.
All right, Cohen, time's up! We're coming in!
We got a better idea, coppers.
Why don't you take your guns...
...and shove them up your asses.
You call it, sarge.
Light them up!
Dirty stinking copper!
- Where you hiding? - Clear!
Unh!
Cover me!
We gotta take out that gun!
Watch this, hoss!
I'm out!
Elmer's got a plane waiting in Burbank, but we need to leave now, Mick.
Can I get my tie on?
Want my fucking tie straight, I'm gonna go out there in fucking public.
You all right?
I'm all right.
- Hold on. - Unh.
Go get that son of a bitch.
That you, O'Mara?
That's right, coward!
Come and get it, Cohen.
Here comes Santy Claus.
Get the car! Get the car!
Unh!
Harris, help me out!
Come on, let's go!
Come on! Drive faster!
Son of a bitch.
Aah!
Navidad, come over here and help me aim.
Remember, not where the son of a bitch is, goddamn it.
Where he's gonna be.
That's my boy.
Mickey Cohen...
...you're under arrest for the murder of Jack Whalen.
All right, lawman, take me in.
Come on.
- Wanna dance? - Yeah.
All right, come on.
You're an interrupter.
An interrupter of progress.
I'm progress, see?
Come on.
Get up! Get up!
Come on. Come on.
That's Mickey Cohen.
Take him away.
All right, let's go.
Every man carries a badge.
Mickey Cohen pledged allegiance to his own power.
Violence was his means and his end.
When he was sent to Alcatraz, friends of Jack Whalen welcomed him with a lead pipe.
Parker stayed on as chief of police until his death in 1966.
He got credit for Cohen's downfall.
No one ever spoke of the Gangster Squad.
The reign of the gangster Mickey Cohen in Los Angeles is at an end.
Parker deserved the praise.
In tough times, he'd kept his oath to protect and serve...
...just like the thousands who walk their beats every day.
Maybe without glory...
...but with pride and honor.
We brought Cohen in, but it was Grace's testimony that put him away.
After the trial, she held on to Jerry and wouldn't let go.
Jerry always threatened to leave the force, but he never did.
I guess he couldn't shake the call of duty that echoed in his ears.
Every man carries a badge, and this was mine.
But it was time to put it away.
The mob has never had a foothold in Los Angeles.
I'd like to think I played a small role in that.
I may not be in the line of fire anymore, but I still love my town.
It's not paradise...
...but it is the City of Angels.