ZAVALA: Take my buddy.
DAVIS: What the fuck, Zavala? You catch 'em, I clean 'em?
ZAVALA: Take him. (SPEAKING SPANISH)
TAYLOR: I don't know, we got like...
I'm gonna go outside. Yo, Z, you good?
I'm good, bro. Z?
I'm good!
(CONVERSING IN SPANISH)
What the fuck? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Federal agents. Who's in charge here? Are you in charge?
TAYLOR: What the fuck? I need to know who's in charge here.
Is this man under arrest?
TAYLOR: Yes, sir.
What are the charges against this man?
Turn that fucking camera off. It's off. It's off.
The fucking camera's off, man.
You guys fucked up.
Just lost a POI because of you guys.
Are we clear in there? Clear.
(SOFTLY) What the fuck, bro?
What did we fuck up? I don't fucking know, dude.
Who the fuck is this guy?
I don't fucking know.
We have one POI.
Dude, I just want to fucking talk to this guy.
Let's just get out of here.
I just want to fucking talk to him just for a second.
Come on, let's go. Go ahead.
Sir, I don't want to cause any trouble here,
but we just fucking... We rolled up here...
I don't know what's going on.
It's the second cowboy like this we've run into in a week.
Watch out for these guys. They operate by a different set of rules.
I know I'm just a ghetto street cop,
but you gotta give me something here.
We've got indicators he's a runner for the Sinaloa cartel.
Yeah, well, we ran him, he came up clean, dude.
You guys don't have the proper clearance for any of this information,
but I'm gonna throw you a bone.
Cartels are operating here. We're on it. Be careful.
What does that mean, though?
It means you and your homeboy need to power down.
You just tugged on the tail of the snake
and it's gonna turn around and bite you back.
I'm throwing you a bone here.
Be grateful for what I'm giving you. I'm giving you a warning.
Lay low.
TAYLOR: All right, yeah.
Can I get your name for my log?
Negative, move along.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, all right.
ZAVALA: Sir, you know that there's five-year-old kids in there?
TAYLOR: All right, dude. Z. For six months?
AGENT: Goodbye. Get off the crime scene. Go home.
TAYLOR: Bye. Yeah.
AGENT: Have a nice night.
Fucking feds. TAYLOR: Z, what the fuck, man?
Fuck them.
ZAVALA: I didn't think that shit came over here, bro.
Kids, women. Did you see that fucking toilet? Filled up with shit.
Dude, we had no fucking business being there.
We didn't even have a call there.
Dude, I didn't know what we were fucking rolling up on.
You think I knew what we were rolling up on?
Human trafficking.
(WHISPERING) He's so cute. You did so good, baby.
I love this smell. (CHUCKLING)
Just hold his head a little bit.
I am. He's fine.
You gotta hold him like this, like a football.
I know how to hold a baby.
Babe, please. Like that.
TAYLOR: Hey. JANET: Hi.
Oh! Hey, partner, what's up?
Come here, dude. Oh!
Look who's here.
How's Mama doing?
GABBY: Mama's tired and cranky. Just like baby.
Mama wants to choke Daddy.
Oh, come on, babe.
(WHISPERING) Did you name him Brian?
Sorry, bro.
He's a junior. I named him after his daddy.
TAYLOR: So what's his name?
Fuck you, dude.
Can I hold him?
Yeah.
So sweet.
You're so done, bro. Mmm-hmm.
ZAVALA: Hey, baby. What are you wearing?
I can say it. What are you wearing?
I don't care. You still look good.
Yeah, Brian's right here.
Okay. All right, sorry. Okay, I love you. Bye.
You didn't even say hi, man.
She was pissed, dude.
How'd you know you were gonna marry Gabby?
She told me. I was just some stoner
working at my uncle's muffler shop,
and one day she grabbed me by the shoulders and says,
"We're getting married and you're joining the department,
because you can make a lot of money without a college degree."
And I was like, "Fuck, yeah."
I mean, you love her. You guys, like, you never fight.
You're happy together.
She's my bitch for sure, dude.
I'm just telling you the way it went down.
I popped her cherry in high school.
She's never been with anybody else.
I've never wanted to be with anybody else.
You know, it's easy.
Things are getting super serious with Janet and me.
What, you just found that out?
Did you read that in the paper or something? (CHUCKLING)
Homegirl owns your ass, dude.
Dude, she wants to move in.
She's always over, you know. Why spend the money on two apartments?
(CLICKING TONGUE) It's not about the money.
No, her parents are so traditional, dude.
Oh, yeah? They will go ballistic.
But at least we can tell them we're engaged, you know.
Oh, whoa! Hold up, bro. Don't play with that shit.
You don't ask a broad to marry you
because her folks are old-school.
No, dude, you don't understand, man.
No, dude, you don't do that shit.
Think about it, man.
Dude, afier you think about it, think about it again. Jesus.
Marriage is forever. Just realize that.
It's a promise before God.
My grandma was really deep, dude.
She's seen it all. You know what I'm saying?
When me and Gabby got engaged, bro, she asked me one thing.
Do you want to hear it?
Fine, let's hear it.
She said, "Can you live without her?"
"And if the answer is yes, man up and forget her."
"Don't string her along."
Think about it, bro.
I did.
SOOK ON RADIO: 13 X-ray 43. Officer needs help.
Where?
DISPATCH: Newton units, stand by. X 43 officer needs help.
13 X 43, what's your location?
SOOK: I don't know. What?
That's Van Hauser's car. Come on, Boot!
Just book it south. Go, go, go.
Find a street sign, put it out.
SOOK: I don't see any! (EXCLAIMS IN SPANISH)
Is there a number on a house? A building number?
SOOK: The house is 3-1-7-7. Sir, back up!
(SOOK SCREAMING)
Holy shit. Bro, hook a left on Maple. (SIREN WAILS)
13 X-ray 13, show us responding Code 3 from 3-0 and Maple.
DISPATCH: 13 X 13, roger. Responding Code 3 Maple and 3-0.
Right there! Right there! Bro, right there! Go.
13 X-ray 13, show us Code 6 at Compton and 3-1 street.
VAN HAUSER: Who is that? Taylor and Zavala.
ZAVALA: 13 X-ray 13, send me an airship to set up a perimeter.
TAYLOR: Oh, shit.
Taylor, would you call for a rescue?
TAYLOR: Do not move. What did he look like? Where'd he go?
Northbound through the houses.
Hispanic male, blue checkered shirt.
Zero-head, he's a parolee, he's fucking huge.
13 X-ray 13, suspect headed northbound,
heavyset male Hispanic, shaved head.
Weapon used was a knife. KMA.
Let's do this shit.
VAN HAUSER: Careful, men. On your left. He's fucking huge.
TAYLOR: It's clear over here. ZAVALA: Crossing.
The windows? You got left?
I got right.
Push, push, push.
You're on my elbow. You call it out. You call it out if you see it.
Dude, I see him. On the left. On the left. Ready, go, go, split.
MAN: Take it, you bitch. Fuck you! (SOOK WAILING)
TAYLOR: On the left. I've got him, you ready?
MAN: Fucking bitch. Fucking whore. Try to fuck with me? Fuck you!
Get the fuck off her or I will blow your fucking head off!
I'm done. I ain't resisting, Officer.
TAYLOR: Don't fucking look at me!
I ain't resisting, sir. Shut the fuck up!
Get up! Put your hands over your head! Get up.
Put your hands over your head.
Back up towards me till I tell you to stop.
Move. Move. Move.
Move. Stop! Get on your fucking knees.
And cross your goddamn feet together, you hear me?
ZAVALA: Cross your legs.
If I hear a fucking word out of you,
I will blow you out of your fucking socks.
Hook him, Z.
13 X-ray 13, show a Code 4. Suspect's in custody.
You good, Z? I'm good. Are you good?
God damn it.
All right, you're gonna be all right.
You're gonna be all right. You're gonna be all right.
Fuck, man, her face is all fucking broken in.
13 X-ray 13 requesting an additional RA.
DISPATCH: 13 X 13, roger on the RA. You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be all right. We're here for you, all right?
ZAVALA: Dude, we got the cavalry coming.
That motherfucker's gonna pay for what he did, you hear me?
Boot, you hear me? Boot?
Don't call her Boot, bro.
Well, I don't know what her fucking name is!
Is there a tag anywhere? Do you see a tag?
ZAVALA: No.
You hearing me? She's nodding, dude, she's nodding, she hears me.
You're gonna be okay, all right? Do you hear me?
(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)
It's all good. It's all good.
You're gonna be okay, brother.
Fucking cut my vest off. God damn it, Taylor.
I tell you one fucking thing! Fucking cut my vest off!
TAYLOR: All right, bro, we got your back.
Jesus Christ! God damn it.
Get back, brother, all right. You're good, bro. We got your back.
They cut my fucking vest. They cut my fucking vest.
What's up? You okay?
Taylor, I'm really tired, dude.
Why didn't you shoot that son of a bitch? You had him dead to rights.
I just didn't feel like killing anyone tonight, Sarge.
SARGE: You feel like writing this up?
Brass is gonna want clean paper, make sure all the logs match.
Sarge, did you see that?
Van H had a fucking Ginsu sticking out of his eye.
SARGE: His eye was cut in half.
The lens was hanging out.
He's not coming back.
Rookie, too.
She ain't coming back. What?
She gave me this to give to the watch commander.
ZAVALA: On the spot?
Yeah.
Oh, well. She wouldn't have made probation anyway.
Hell, no.
What, because her daddy's not a captain?
You know she wasn't cut out for this shit.
Why is that? The evidence.
OROZCO: She almost got Van Hauser killed.
SARGE: You guys are cold, man. You got cold, dead eyes. You know that?
Yeah, both of us.
SARGE: Yeah, both of you. You have a soul?
DAVIS: Yes, we just leave it at home.
Yo, we gonna sit around yapping or we gonna get this done?
Dude, you guys saved that rookie's life.
That was one big fucking fat ese.
ZAVALA: Can we clear the scene?
Division's fucking falling apart over here.
We good? You good? Good, good, good?
We're all good.
SARGE: Yes? Go back to work.
Good night, ladies.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Officer and Mrs. Taylor.
(ALL CHEERING)
(BAND PLAYING)
MAN: Go, Brian!
What's up, guys?
(GUESTS CHEERING)
(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
TAYLOR: How's the cake? Good?
Cheers!
(INDISTINCT)
(TAPPING GLASS)
(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)
TAYLOR: Fuck.
All right.
Janet, you got a lot of heart hooking up with a cop.
Because it takes a strong person,
and I see like a lot of cops' wives in here,
they're all nodding their heads.
You gotta take care of her, bro.
'Cause I'm her big brother now.
And every cop in here,
we're all her family now, too.
(GUESTS APPLAUDING)
I'm going to cry, baby, shut up.
And Janet,
we're all hoping that you can make a man out of Brian,
because we've all given up. (LAUGHTER)
So here we go.
To Brian and Janet.
Cheers! (GUEST APPLAUDING)
ZAVALA: Can I ask you something?
Why the fuck did you get married in your dress blues?
If you worked at Best Buy,
would you wear that fucking stupid polo shirt?
SARGE: I like that polo shirt.
I'm representing, man.
You know I love you, man?
SARGE: Oh, Jesus.
OROZCO: Here they go again.
ZAVALA: I love you, too, bro.
I would lay down my life for you, dude. OROZCO: "I love you, man."
ZAVALA: I would take a fucking bullet for you.
(MOCKINGLY) "I love you, man."
SARGE: Get married to each other because...
All right, shut up. Everybody take a shot.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(ALL SPEAKING SPANISH)
MAN: Cheers!
Ah!
MY boy Garcia?
He's a fucking beast, man. Right?
I've seen this motherfucker knock an asshole out with one punch.
Yoked assholes, man. Yoked assholes
from the joint when they had weight piles.
You know what I'm talking about?
You don't know what I'm talking about, you're fucking 12 years old.
Cops like him...
Like soldiers.
He took a bullet for me.
My bullet, man. He took my bullet.
He took my bullet. That's what he was. That's what he was to me.
It should have been me. 'Cause he was a good guy.
I was shit.
Fuck it, man.
GABBY: Give me a kiss.
You'll learn this. You'll learn.
Marriage is really basic.
Right? There's just, like, a couple guidelines.
One, you gotta give it up all the time.
All the time. You love that.
I don't hate that idea.
ZAVALA: It's not a bad thing. It's not a bad idea.
No, seriously, girls throw it at cops.
Throw what exactly?
GABBY: Their pussy. Girls throw it.
So you can't give him an excuse, girlfriend.
You cannot give him an excuse.
I've actually seen that before.
It's called assault on a peace officer.
I'll give you another one. You ready? JANET: Hell, yeah.
Be a freak. Try new things.
Part two. Baby...
Like, you know, the gooch.
The what? No, no, no, no.
The gooch?
Texas twister.
No, that's something that's made up. The Internet made that up.
You want to know what Mike likes?
No!
(PROTESTING NONSENSICALLY)
Babe! No! Babe, I love you so much.
The western, you know? Open to explore, right?
TAYLOR: Gabby! It's our wedding!
Cup him. Suck him. This is way too much.
Cup him and suck him. You're cut off.
You just rub it a bit and then...
TAYLOR: What the fuck? Gabby!
Venture off a little bit more.
No, no, no! TAYLOR: Venture off?
They swear they don't like it, but...
Shit. Dude, really? (CLICKING TONGUE)
I'm happy, man.
I'm happy, bro. Janet's dope, dude.
You're my brother and everything, dude, but you're a piece of shit.
Does she know that?
Yeah, she knows who I am.
I mean, you can't get into something with somebody without...
She knows who I am.
Yeah. I know who you are. You're a piece of shit.
If you break her heart, I'm gonna fuck you up.
Good to know.
If anything happened to you, I would take care of your kids.
If you had any. And I would take care of her.
I would take care of Janet.
DISPATCH: 13-80-41, vicious animal, Trinity and Jefferson.
Large pit bull running up and down on location...
What's in the stack? Anything good?
Let's see here.
Business dispute. Request police mediation.
One neighbor threw a cup of water
on the other neighbor's window.
Yeah, we're not buying that.
3-90 male. Intoxicated person outside a liquor store.
Get the fuck out of here.
There's a drunk man outside the liquor store?
Welfare check. Woman requests PD contact her elderly mother.
Yeah, buy that one. You serious?
Yeah, if we buy a couple of these,
maybe they'll send us a Code 3 call.
All right. Cool.
I'll hit her up for the next hotshots.
"On this episode, we're rolling to a call."
"A woman called the station to check on her elderly mother."
"So we're gonna go."
Yeah, these are the calls most agencies deal with, you know?
Not every call's a foot pursuit or a car chase.
Some guys at other agencies
have never even drawn their weapon or been in a gunfight.
Yeah, but here, that's just half your shift.
In the south end,
we'll get involved in more capers in one deployment period
than most cops see their entire career.
Hell, yeah.
Mrs. Williams!
Police officers!
Go around the back, check it out.
All right. Here we go.
TAYLOR: I'm gonna wait for my partner. He's gonna check the back
to see if she's around the back over there.
Oftentimes, a lot of these people, they're very old people.
They can't hear us. You know, they can't hear the...
Hearing aids, you know. So...
ZAVALA: Nothing.
All right, so the owner of this house is actually
the daughter of the woman who lives in it.
She gave us permission for the welfare check, so we're gonna...
We're gonna boot the door.
Officer Zavala specializes in booting doors.
I kick doors down.
There you go.
I kick doors down.
Say it in English now, bro.
I kick doors down.
Wait, did you check if it was unlocked?
Ladies and gentlemen, always a good idea to make sure a door is locked
before you boot it.
Are you gonna cut that out? Yeah, sorry.
It was always locked. Clearly my partner always knew that.
Oh, man. You know what's gonna happen, right?
What?
She's gonna roll through, come from church or the store or whatever.
And then she's gonna see property damage
and what's gonna happen? What's gonna happen?
We're gonna be the bad guys.
(GRUNTS)
Oh, shit! We got a dead body, man.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
TAYLOR: What have we got? Squatters?
Yeah, eses have been kicking it back here for sure.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
LAPD.
ZAVALA: Let's roll through.
You good? Clear.
That is wrong. Dude, I said it was clear.
All right. I'm just filming it, man.
I found her, dude. ZAVALA: What's up?
(EXCLAIMING IN DISGUST)
13 X-ray 13.
I'm gonna need a supervisor and two additional units at our location.
An RA for an elderly female, approximately 70 years old.
Not conscious, not breathing.
DISPATCH: 13 X 13's requesting two additional units and a supervisor.
5-1-7-1 Maple.
Incident 1-4-6-7, RA 13-51.
TAYLOR: What is she, grandma praying to the dope gods or some shit?
Dude, that's not fucking grandma.
(TAPPING JARS)
Don't fucking play on them. No, look.
Hollow. Somebody's opened it before, dude. That's what that means.
Pick that shit up.
You can't pull it out yourself?
Dude, just fucking pull it out, bro.
Party time.
Yo, Z. Z.
No, wait, wait, wait.
(WHISPERING) What? (WHISPERING) Do you see that pot?
Yeah.
That shit's still steaming. Oh, shit.
I'm going in. Ready? Go ahead.
Brian, Brian.
Ugh! What is that? Dude, is that a body?
Yeah, there's bodies in there, dude.
Thanks for the fucking update.
(GAGGING)
Fuck, man.
Is it clear, dude? (FLIES BUZZING)
(GAGGING) Clear.
What does it say, dude?
What's that shit say?
"Keep bringing them. Ha ha ha."
(TAYLOR CONTINUES GAGGING)
Fuck! Come on. Get your shit together, dude.
Pull your shit together, man.
(SIGHS) (TAYLOR RETCHING)
Fuck out of here. Let's get out of here.
Fuck. Sick motherfuckers, man. Who would do shit like that?
What is that shit, dude?
I don't fucking know, dude. I've never seen that kind of shit.
You have those fucking... Do you have hand sanitizer, bro?
No, I don't.
I'm Serene Branson, on the scene in south Los Angeles
at one of the largest narcotics seizures this year.
In addition to the drugs, officials are telling us
there was a very gruesome discovery.
An unknown number of bodies showing evidence of torture.
A police official familiar with the investigation
denied rumors Mexican drug cartels
are responsible for the murders.
(PEOPLE SPEAKING SPANISH)
DISPATCH: Newton units, information only on a 3-90 man in a vehicle...
Gabby wants to know if you and Janet
want to roll to the Dodgers game with us tonight.
Dude, we're going to Santa Barbara.
All right, fuck you then, dude,
I'll sell that shit online or something.
(CHUCKLING)
Oh, here's Tre right here.
What's up, Tre?
What's up, back?
TAYLOR: What you doing?
I'm doing what I do, you know what I'm saying?
Same shit, different day.
Ain't shit changed. What's up with y'all?
Just slow motion.
And that little incident you and I had?
You kept it G.
You didn't snitch on me. And I respect that.
So check this out, my people just got out of Folsom Prison.
From up north. Oh, yeah?
Word is you got a hit on y'all, man. Y'all been greenlit.
Come on, man. We're cops, everybody wants to kill us, Tre.
Hey, I'm just telling you what they're saying, man.
No, you know what, we appreciate the info, man,
but this don't mean you get a pass if we catch you slipping.
I ain't looking for no fucking pass.
I do what I do, you know what I'm saying?
ZAVALA: I had to say it, though, you know how it is.
All right, what you doing this weekend, Tre?
You like the Dodgers?
You gonna slide a nigga some tickets or something?
Hey, man... You like the Dodgers?
Have a good weekend.
MR. TRE: Slide me some tickets.
Shut the fuck up! (CHUCKLING)
Dude, did you fuck with my... Come on, man, did you fuck with my shit?
I don't fuck with your shit.
Damn it, Mike, come on, man.
Don't be a little bitch about it, dude.
I didn't fuck with your shit, dude.
You fucked with my shit. It was in totally different order.
Why do you have an investigation report on here, dude?
I don't have an investigation report on there.
It's your handwriting. Don't be an idiot.
All this is fucked up. Did you drop it or something?
Dude, there's three types of pages.
Man! It's all out of order, man. It's all fucking out of order.
No, it's a pain in the ass. I'm sorry, partner.
Wait until they hit a small street.
At a stop sign, you fucking tap the bumper,
we're gonna get out and blast.
LA LA: Fuck, no. BIG EVIL: What do you mean, no?
We should get 'em when they go to lunch at that Chinese place.
That Chinese place is crawling with cops.
We gotta get these fuckers when they're alone.
We can fucking follow their asses home and hit 'em there.
Mira, homegirl, white boy's in fucking Simi Valley,
the other fucking fool's in San Gabriel.
We gotta get these fuckers at the same time!
E, this is one time, homie. Not a bunch of fucking niggas.
Motherfucker! This fucker is straight from the SHU, homeboy!
You stop fucking around.
You got in the car.
You want to fucking hang with the fucking carnales,
now you fucking pay the fucking price of fucking admission, homeboy.
I'll fucking kill this fucking bitch, all right? You shut the fuck up.
Come on, E. BIG EVIL: You get that shit out of my face.
I'll fucking kill you, motherfucker. Don't you fucking disrespect.
Don't worry. I got this shit. Fuck, man.
TAYLOR: I don't know where the fucking rubber band is either, dude.
ZAVALA: Don't blame me for the rubber band.
You just took the rubber band off.
If you hadn't fucking put everything out of order,
then the rubber band wouldn't be out and the...
Look, it's the butterfly effect, okay?
Do you know what the butterfly effect is?
Nope.
It's the butterfly effect. Look it up.
Just 'cause you say it twice
doesn't mean that I get it the second time.
Look it up, dude.
This is fucking stupid. Those motherfuckers got bulletproof vests.
We need to hit them with some AKs and shit.
Don't fucking rank out.
Fuck you! Fuck you!
When the fuck have I ever backed out from shit, huh?
Get that fucking camera out of my face!
I'm saying, we just can't fuck this shit up.
I don't give a fuck, man. You know me.
I'll do the motherfucking time.
I just don't want the big homies fucking whacking me.
Fucking whacking me for fucking up.
We need a fucking plan. And you fucking know it, homie.
Think about it. That's all I'm saying.
Okay, head back. (SIGHS IN RELIEF)
I'll get some fucking big guns from the Border Brothers.
(QUIETLY) Never fall asleep in a room full of cops.
(SNIGGERING) What...
Zavala, that shit ain't even fucking funny!
Just 'cause you won the fucking award
doesn't give you license to be a fucking asshole!
TAYLOR: You got shit on your face, man.
Hey! Hey! What is this? What are we, in the third fucking grade?
Keep it up, it's gonna earn you a risk management case.
Give me this fucking camera.
ZAVALA: He had something...
SARGE: I'm serious, man. This department built you up,
they will fucking tear you down.
You know it's fucking funny.
Laugh, you fucking idiot.
Who left their shaving cream on the table?
How was Santa Barbara?
Awesome.
Janet's pregnant.
What?
Get out of here, bro. Are you serious?
Already? She's not even Mexican.
Yeah, she's going for the ultrasound tomorrow,
but three of those piss stick things...
Yeah, yeah, EPTs, yeah.
Positive, positive, positive.
Whoa! Dude.
Congrats, bro. Congrats.
That's when we fucking graduate.
We fucking get the upgrade right now.
Not fucking gonna be little fucking paisas no fucking more.
Right? That's what we're gonna do. DEMON: I'm with you.
Okay?
They want to come into our fucking hood and fucking talk shit to us?
You fucking do this shit right? It's our fucking hood.
They don't fucking disrespect us.
You guys want to fucking collect?
You guys got to fucking put up.
This time we're gonna do it right. Yeah, we're doing this.
BIG EVIL: Fucking guys have some fucking balls.
Hey, trip though, E, after we get these motherfuckers,
you know,
it's gonna be a little hot in the hood, though. Right, La La?
BIG EVIL: We're gonna get the fuck out of here after that.
I'm gonna fucking take you guys to fucking Vegas.
You guys fucking do this shit right, I'm gonna treat you right.
But if we don't fucking do this,
we can never fucking come back, that's the fucking thing.
Wouldn't it be crazy if our kids
were pushing a black and white together one day?
Screw that. I want my kid to have an honest job.
Like a politician.
(SCOFFS) (LAUGHS)
(HORN HONKING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Whoa. Oh, idiot.
Light 'em up.
(SIRENS WAILING)
He's running.
13 X-ray 13, we're gonna be following a possible Code 37 vehicle
northbound Hooper from 4-2 street.
Gray Toyota minivan. License plate number 6-Queen-4-9-9-7-3.
Requesting backup, airship and a supervisor.
(DISPATCHER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)
Yeah, you're clear right, go, go, go, go-Fuck, yeah.
You got this motherfucker. You got this motherfucker. Come on, Z.
Come on, Z.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
ZAVALA: Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck.
TAYLOR: Go, get the fuck out of the car. Go, go, go!
Mike, come on!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
DISPATCH: X 13, what's your location?
TAYLOR: 13 X-ray 13, suspect running on foot. Male, Hispanic, dark clothing.
(MACHINE GUN FIRING) Shit!
Fuck!
Fucking missed, stupid.
Fuck. Go.
Go, go, go!
Dude! Dude! ZAVALA: Fuck!
Move! (EXCLAIMS)
Tell her to get down, bro!
(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)
Fuck.
Shit, dude, no dice, man. We're fucking trapped.
Dude, call dispatch.
My fucking hand, man.
ZAVALA: What's up? What, you got hit?
Did you get hit? TAYLOR: Shit.
Fucking call dispatch.
I got no signal! Fuck!
(WOMAN SOBBING)
Fuck, I don't...
(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)
Fuckers.
(WOMAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH) Shut up!
(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
ZAVALA: This is 13 X-ray 13...
Come through the fucking door.
Come on. Officers need help!
(ALL SPEAKING SPANISH)
We're barricaded in an apartment building.
(BABY WAILING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
TAYLOR: Shit!
What?
Tell that bitch to shut the fuck up!
(BABY CONTINUES WAILING)
(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)
TAYLOR: Tell her to be quiet, Z!
25022 Hooper Place, apartment C.
BIG EVIL: Those motherfuckers are in there.
We're all good, we're all good, bro!
They're sending the cavalry, they're sending the whole fucking world.
(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)
Fuck!
Shit! Fuck!
(YELLS) Fuck!
Fuck!
BIG EVIL: Reload.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Partner?
Dude. Partner!
Bro, you all good?
(COUGHS) Yeah.
Wasn't Big Evil in the army? Yeah.
We can't hold them off. We gotta lay down a base of fire and pivot.
What the fuck does that mean, dude?
We're shooting our way out of here, bro.
Can these fools get out?
DEMON: Yeah, we got these motherfuckers, homie. Dudes ain't going nowhere.
Z, look at me. All right? Look at me.
Okay, okay.
On three, dude, you're gonna empty your mag and run.
Okay, okay. You ready?
One. Two. Three!
(SCREAMING)
Go! Move! Move! Move! To the door, Z, to the door!
Move, Z! Go! Go!
Move, man, move, move, move!
(BOTH PANTING)
Over the fence, man. You see the fence?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go, go, go!
Z! Wall. Go. You got me? There's a wall.
I got you.
Ready? I'll hold it, bud. Go, go, go!
(SCREAMS)
They're everywhere.
Z! Z! Move, move! Take the left.
(DOGS BARKING)
I think we killed that guy.
Good. (CHUCKLES)
(BARKING)
ZAVALA: Just the dogs.
Where's the fucking cavalry, man?
I don't know!
TAYLOR: Partner? What?
This sucks.
Is that us? Is that PD?
Slow, slow, slow.
(MACHINE GUN FIRING) Z! Gun! Hit them!
(TIRE SCREECHING)
MAN: Curbside Gang, putos!
(GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
I lit that asshole up, man!
Brian! (GASPING)
Bro.
Dude. Is it bad? Fuck.
Wait, wait. Let me see. Let me see.
(COUGHS) Fuck, dude.
It's bad. It's bad. You know what?
But I've seen guys way worse make it.
(GROANING)
Dude, what are you fucking doing?
Don't fucking do that to me!
Stay right there!
Stay the fuck down! Stay down, I need to put pressure on your wound.
(WHEEZING BREATHS)
Where the fuck is everybody?
(DOGS BARKING)
TAYLOR: I don't want to die here, dude.
You're not gonna die here.
You're not gonna die. God loves cops.
(WHIMPERING)
I fucked up, dude. I fucked up.
Don't tell Janet I fucked up.
(COUGHING)
(SOBBING) I'm gonna stay right here, bro.
I'm gonna stay right here, okay? It's okay. It's okay.
Do it, dude. It's okay.
It's okay to do it right now, bro.
I fucking love you, bro.
(COUGHING)
(GASPING)
Officer down! I need some fucking help!
Please don't go right now.
(SOBBING) I'm begging you, bro, don't fucking go right now.
Don't go right now.
What the fuck?
(SOFT CLINK)
Checkmate, puto.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Rest in piss, bitch.
(SPITS)
WICKED: We got you, motherfuckers.
LA LA: Happy fucking ending, homies.
WICKED: Hell, yeah. Celebration time.
LA LA: Look at the streets of LA.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Oh, shit! Fuck!
WICKED: Shit.
Fuck, man.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
LAPD! Drop the guns! Drop 'em!
LA LA: Curbside Gang, putos!
Fuck you!
SARGE: Cease fire! Cease fire!
OFFICER ON RADIO: Shots fired. Shots fired.
Newton units be advised, shots fired.
X 76, shots fired, shots fired.
Go ahead and show a Code 4, suspects are in custody.
(WHISTLES) Damn.
I'm gonna need an RA for two male
Hispanics, two female Hispanics
suffering from multiple gunshot wounds.
I'm also gonna need additional supervisors and units to my location.
DISPATCH: X 76 is requesting additional units and supervisors
to the north-south alley east of Broadway, north of 4-1.
SARGE: Where the fuck is Taylor and Zavala?
OFFICER ON RADIO: Is there a Code 4 at X 13's location?
13 L 10, the original help call was for X 13.
Do we have a Code 4 on X 13?
(SIRENS WAILING)
13 L 10, do we have all my people accounted for?
DISPATCH: X 13, come in. X 13, come in.
Air 11 over Newton, come in, we're unable to locate 13 X 13.
Their last location was...
OROZCO: Shit. Fuck.
...25022 Hooper Place. Can you go by that location?
God damn it! It's them.
Mike! Mike! Shit. Shit.
Brian! Brian!
Request an RA for two males approximately 28 years old.
Not conscious, not breathing.
Fucking A. DISPATCH: 13 X 2, we're roger on the RA.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(INAUDIBLE)
OFFICER: Uniformed personnel, atten-hut!
(SOBS)
I'll help you.
Shit.
Uh...
(SHAKILY) He was my brother.
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
Yo, if your kid was a girl, would you let her be a cop?
Bro, would I want my daughter packing a burner
so she could protect herself from the assholes of the world?
Hell, yeah.
I want to have a daughter, man. That would be so cool.
Just don't let her date cops.
She's not dating anyone. Okay.
Ever. (LAUGHS) All right.
Did I ever tell you about the first time I spent the night with Gabby?
I don't want to hear that, dude.
Dude, I got a hella big family, right?
See? Fuck, dude, I don't want to hear that. (LAUGHING)
I got a hella big family, bro.
Someone's always at my house, right?
But one time, Gabby's parents bounced to Ensenada
and her brother crashed at his girlfriend's.
So I spent the night at her house. Hmm!
And this was gonna be the night, dude. Hmm.
It was gonna be the night, do you know what I'm saying?
No, what are you talking about?
Well, I'll tell you what I'm talking about.
Okay, cool.
So we're in her parents' bed, right?
Yeah.
And it's on. It's about to go down.
I'm taking off her ohones, I'm...
Chones? What are...
Her skivvies, dawg, come on, bro.
Oh, right.
And I'm like finally, right? Fucking finally!
But then we hear this noise. Dude, someone's in the pad.
So I hide underneath the bed. And then I hear people coming up.
And it's her parents. (BLOWS RASPBERRY)
This is the second floor, bro.
What?
I got nowhere to go.
Homegirl's trying to distract them, but it ain't happening, right?
And the footsteps grow louder.
Louder and louder. Then the door opens...
Oh, my God, bro, I'm naked underneath the bed. (SNIGGERING)
And then all I can see is little footsteps.
I see his hairy feet and I see her nails all painted,
and they're right there yapping, they're doing their thing.
And they crash. And this is the part that I never told Gabby.
I hear a little smoochie smooch, and I hear some shit,
and I'm like praying, "Please, no."
And they did it, bro. What?
They got down, dude!
What!
I'm talking Gabby's parents fucking, dude!
All right, I got it. No!
That shit was so traumatic, man.
(IN MEXICAN ACCENT) You must have been a little uncomfortable
around her folks after that.
Yeah, bro, 'cause her father is a freak.
(LAUGHING) Dude, I guess when you've been married that long,
you gotta mix it up a little bit.
I tried rolling like that with Gabby and she was like,
"Hell, no, you're not touching me there."
(BOTH LAUGHING UNCONTROLLABLY)
it makes me fucking uncomfortable, man.
I know, I know, you know why? 'Cause you're a freak, too.
Don't go there, bro, just don't go there.
(BOTH LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)
I fucking can't breathe. Holy shit.
(RADIO BEEPS)
DISPATCH: Any Newton unit...
(COUGHING)
(BOTH SIGHING)
Let's go fight crime or something.
TAYLOR: Okay.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(BOTH EXCLAIMING IN RELIEF)
ZAVALA: (LAUGHING) Phew!