American Justice (2015) Movie Script

This is LA 1-6 in pursuit
of a robbery suspect.
East of Crenshaw and Slauson Boulevard.
This cop can kiss my ass!
Jack, I think I can do a pin on this guy
if I can get a little closer.
Man, just hold it steady.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Not a good idea, big guy.
I said hold it steady!
He's pullin' out a gun, TJ.
Well, pull yours, Bobo.
Got his butt
Get out of the vehicle!
They're not in there.
Just let the lady go.
Shut up!
Hey, punks! Give it up.
Surrender right now, nobody have to die.
Please don't let him hurt me.
Shut up.
Ain't nobody gonna hurt you, ma'am.
Hey, what do you know? Sshh.
- Maybe I'll just kill her for the fun of it.
- No.
Nobody gonna hurt you,
because he's a coward.
I'm a what?
Hey, are you stupid or just crazy?
You want me to kill her?
Like I said before,
he's a bitch-ass coward.
Justice, you're not making this any easier.
is that your name?
You were born to be a pig, huh?
Guess I was.
Well, put down your guns
and walk my fine ass out of here.
You know we can't do that, man.
Just let the lady go
and make this easier on yourself.
Shut up!
I got... I got control here.
You want me to shoot you too?
Like he said, partner...
put the gun down.
You too, put it down.
There you go.
Slide it over.
Yeah, Bobo!
Whoo! We got this guy!
Open the door.
You're crazy.
Don't make me shoot you, man.
Stop, just stop right there,
I'm gonna, I don't wanna' shoot you man.
Jack! Jack!
- Jack, Jack, Jack.
- That's enough.
What the fuck are you doin'?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You cannot take the law
into your own fucking hands.
I can't keep cleaning up your shit.
I'm suspending you.
I want you to go away, go far fucking away.
I'll clean this shit up.
I'm telling you,
he sounded like a little girl.
It was pathetic.
So I told him to shut the hell up.
"They're all over me."
I'm thinking he's snake-bit
or he walked into a hornet's nest.
No, a squirrel had run up his pant leg.
"The varmint was going for my nuts!"
- His peanuts.
Good day, gentlemen.
Now it's a good day.
What was so funny?
Wouldn't you like to know?
We were just talking about nuts.
You like nuts, Alexa?
I work with you guys, don't I?
Them ain't the type of nuts
we're talking about, Alexa darling.
Alexa darling?
Why doesn't anybody ever
say "Boyd darling"?
Boyd, I believe you're half homo.
Uh, no.
Total faggot.
Yeah, I'm about 30 away.
I was so scared.
And all the stuff I see on TV didn't help.
I told you not to be watching that stuff.
Santana, you're driving me crazy.
Well, no need to worry. I'm almost home.
Hey, I have a surprise for you.
I don't care about that.
Just get home.
And you shouldn't be
video-chatting while driving.
You got to be kidding me.
Baby, hold on.
What? Wait. I need to tell you something.
Oh, you motherfuckers.
If you're not working on a case,
you need to get your
asses out into the field
and write some tickets.
Let's go.
You got anything for me, Hannah?
- I sure do.
- Oh, thank you.
At least somebody's doing
their job around here.
Hey, where are Clark and Holtz?
They're on the old road,
Santana's due in today.
Get out.
How come they're out on the old road?
You're supposed to be out on the old road.
Nothing? And what is with your hair?
I told you to get it cut.
After the rodeo, Sheriff.
It gets me laid.
Where's Stuckey?
He's in the can.
How come your badge is on the wrong side?
It's supposed to be over there.
McCain lost his.
- Sheriff, can I have a minute with you?
- What?
File that.
We got shit to do, Boyd.
When am I gonna get my phone call?
I told you, later.
Sheriff, man,
this guy ain't gonna give me the phone.
You won't give him the phone.
Make your damn phone call.
What the hell is it, Boyd?
What do you want?
I'm a busy man.
Sir, it's about this piece of shit bonus.
For everything we're bringing in,
it ought be more, a lot more.
Oh, is that right?
Yes, sir.
It ought to be a lot more.
Believe so-
Let me tell you something.
You are damn lucky that
I'm not a violent man.
Now you happen to be the worst of my bunch.
Don't make me sorry you're here.
Do we have an issue?
No. No issue.
Good, good to hear.
What do you want?
The Mayor's here to see you.
Thank you.
You need to give the
prisoners their phone call.
Yes, sir.
Don't give me that look.
Don't fuck this up, Boyd.
Mayor Dorsey, you wanted to see me.
What's up?
We've got a situation here.
That's what's up.
- Huh. - There's just a few days
away from the festival starting.
I can't have happening this
year what we had last year.
Can you remind me what that was?
We got more horses coming
into town than we have posts
to tie them to, we can't have that.
Don't you worry about it, I'm on it.
Get your ass down to the
festival and make sure
we have twice as many
posts as we did last year.
Why don't you put Boyd on that?
Why don't you get your
ass down to the festival
and make sure we have twice as many posts
as we did last year?
- Okay.
- Posts.
Is there anything else?
Well, hey there, Santana.
Long time no see.
You been across the border, Santana?
Coming from Dallas.
- Dallas?
- Yeah.
Well, Dallas is north of here
and you're headed north.
You know what I think?
I think our friend here
did come from the border.
He brought back some party favors
that he don't want to
share with his amigos.
Looks like we have a piata of interest.
Just candy.
Well, I like candy.
Candy is good.
Hello, party favors.
I'm a victim of disappointment in you.
Come on, guys, give me a break.
The Sheriff knows me.
I've done favors for him.
Believe me, he knows my boss.
I don't know what you're talking about,
Where's the money?
I don't have any.
Where's that fucking cash, boy?
John, believe me, I don't have any money.
What'd you call me?
We went to high school together.
Come on, man, give me a break.
I didn't know y'all were such good friends,
You disrespectin' me, wetback?
Not at all.
Get the fuck down out of there, boy, now.
I'm gonna teach you some respect, beaner.
Now, what's my name?
That's officer Clark, you fucking Mexican.
Come on, guys.
Take the coke, just let me slide.
What do you think, Holtz?
Well, if he gave us the cash, maybe.
But, since he hasn't...
Look, Santana, all we gotta do
is spread a little coke around,
kill your sorry ass,
looks like a drug deal gone bad.
I'm telling you guys, believe me,
I don't have any cash.
Now, boy, I will take
my time busting you up
till I get that money.
Wait a second. Officer Holtz,
Officer Clark... Let's talk this out.
Whoa, whoa. What's he calling
our names out like that for?
Are you wearing a wire, boy?
- Hmm?
- No, no.
You trying to set us up here?
Hi, Selena.
Wait, wait.
Amigo, you just killed your wife.
The money's with her.
No, no, no, no, Officer Clark, please.
Looks like we got ourselves
a double homicide.
Come on, John, please don't do this, man.
26, requesting backup,
just north of marker 51 on the old road.
Apparent drug deal gone bad.
Hannah, was that Holtz?
Yes, Sheriff, it was.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I want you and Stuckey on this.
- Okay.
- Go on, go on.
Reid, back him up.
Copy that.
What's going on?
You can stand down,
I got enough men on this as it is.
Come on, Sheriff, I want in.
No, just stay here. Okay?
In case the phone rings,
answer it, it's important.
Boyd, you're riding with me.
Whoa, bro, okay, okay, okay,
I'm not disrespecting you,
you earned your stripes, I got it.
I got it, I got it.
Just don't do anything, please, man.
You went to high school with her,
you know her.
You said you want us to let you go, boy.
What you doing standing here?
Santana, get it through your thick head.
If you don't run,
you're gonna die right here
where you stand.
I said go, Mexican.
Well, guess he's a Mexi-can't.
This is a police matter, sir.
- For your own safety, continue on your way.
- What's going on?
You shut your mouth,
boy, do as you're told.
Now move on there or I will arrest you.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch is out of range.
Looks like he's headed
towards Brown's Lake.
Put the word out.
Dispatch, this is 26,
suspect heading towards
Brown's Lake on foot, armed and dangerous.
26, this is 10.
We are at the other side of the river.
Copy 10, heading your direction.
Hey, I see him over there.
I think I got him.
I think not. Let's go.
Gant, I see him, that's him. That is him!
- Well, let 'em know.
- 26, this is 10.
We have a 20 on your suspect.
He is heading towards Bohemian Hall.
Best part of the job, partner.
Best part of the job.
I'm with you.
Let's get him.
Let's have ourselves some fun, huh?
We know you're in here.
Come out, amigo.
Reid here has never lost a fight...
and I likes me a good fight.
So if you can come out and kick his ass...
we will let you go... Scot-free.
You can trust us.
We're deputies.
If you don't...
we're gonna go to your house...
and kill your wife.
I beat him...
you let me go?
You will walk right out of here.
That's the deal.
Let's see what you got, boy.
Let's get it on!
You'll have to do better than that.
That means "you're getting your ass kicked"
in Mexican.
I can handle this. Come on.
Let's go.
Is that all you got?
Now, listen.
What, no fight left?
Still undefeated.
That's one dead burrito.
can I help you?
I'd like to file a complaint.
Well, if you'd like to file a complaint,
see Alexa.
Right over there.
Pardon me, ma'am.
My name is Jack Justice.
I want to file a complaint.
What seems to be the trouble?
I saw two police officers
beating up a defenseless man.
You mean they were using excessive force?
They was kicking his ass.
Dispatch, this is 26.
We have a 187 at the north
side of Brown's Lake.
Do we have a possible ID on the body?
Yes, Ray Santana.
Go for Alexa.
I need you to go over to the Santana home
and break the news to his wife.
Copy that.
Pardon me, officer,
can I go on a ride along?
I don't think that's a good idea.
I'm a police officer also.
Hannah, what do you think?
Well, he is an officer,
won't hurt to take him with you.
All right. Come on.
All right, gentlemen, talk to me.
What do we got?
looks like cause of death's a broken neck.
Yes, it does.
Looks like cause of death
was a broken neck.
Any other possible witnesses?
A big black guy pulled up
asking if he could help but...
we sent him on his way.
Big black guy?
Yes, sir.
This big black guy see anything?
He might have seen Santana bolt.
I see the cocaine.
Is there any money anywhere?
No, that's all we found.
Not one red cent.
Yeah, right.
Boyd, you are a whining,
complaining son of a bitch, aren't you?
Well, sir, I'd be more happy
if we found money instead of cocaine.
He'd be much happier.
Come here, Boyd,
I want to talk to you for a sec.
Come on.
Let me see your gun.
Oh, that's a nice gun.
Yes, sir.
Got a good weight to it.
Hey, Sheriff, what did you do that for?
Because he got on my nerves.
Any you boys have any problem
with the way I handle things around here,
speak up now.
Little warning next time,
I think you might have
blown out my eardrum.
Any other possible witnesses?
- Oh, crap, the phone.
- What about the phone?
Santana was video-talking
with his wife and she saw me.
Let's go.
So what brings you to our small town?
I'm just driving through
on my way to Mexico.
My pops retired there 2 years ago.
So, uh... why Red Mesa?
Hometown girl.
As a matter of fact,
that's my house right there.
I never knew how to leave.
Just point your car north and drive.
Some day.
So, um,
what did you do before you were a cop?
I used to make problems disappear.
So what's it like here?
You know, small town,
small town people, small town ideas.
Sounds small.
Hey, are you making fun of me?
Just a little bit.
Before I forget, um,
I have the pass codes to
our social media websites
and there the cops get to write about
what they do and who they are,
and people just love it.
I'm cool, sis, I'm not an officer here.
I know, but you can give
them a big city perspective.
I'm old-school, though, sis.
If I can't put a stamp on it,
I don't send it.
Hey, don't worry, I'll get you up to speed.
I'm cool.
What's wrong?
I'm not looking forward to this.
Are you talking about Santana's wife?
Selena and I,
we used to be really good
friends in high school.
You became a cop
and she became a drug dealer's wife?
Bad choice.
Who is it?
It's Officer Alexa.
Alexa, who the hell is this?
What's he doing here?
It's okay, Sheriff. He's one of us.
He's one of us?
Don't kid yourself, pretty little thing,
you aren't even one of us.
Is that right?
Are you a Po-lice man?
Yes, sir.
From the big city, I'm guessing.
That's right, sir.
You're all sweaty.
Are you nervous about something, boy?
No, sir.
No, sir?
You just happened to be wandering
through our little town, is that right?
Correct, sir.
I'm correct, sir.
I like you.
I really do.
This the fella?
Yes, it is, Sheriff.
"Yes, it is, Sheriff."
Oh, that's too bad.
Well, don't just stand there,
gentlemen, arrest his ass.
Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.
- Get out of the way, Alexa.
- He's one of us!
I'm cool.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Fill the void.
A wetback and a nigger are riding in a car.
Who's driving?
I do not know.
Who is driving that car, Stuckey?
A cop.
You should have skipped this part of town,
One day, one day real soon,
me and you gonna have
a serious conversation.
I'll look forward to it.
Let's go, Shrek.
Lock him up.
Sheriff Payden's personal favorite.
Now if the Flintstones
were an old black family,
what would they be called, huh?
The niggers.
I need to talk to our guest.
Be careful,
don't get too close to that cell.
This isn't the pound,
he's not gonna bite me.
I don't know,
he looks like a junkyard dog to me.
Mr. Justice,
I find myself in the embarrassing position
of having to find a scapegoat.
I have two murders I have to account for.
Oh, yeah.
So I'm the man of the hour, huh?
Oh, no, no, no.
You are the man of the year.
Do you know how I know
it is that I'm loved?
You should have died at birth?
I realize that...
perhaps we've gotten off on the wrong foot,
my men using the N-word out there
and just now the nnn...
I can't even get myself to say it.
It's a bad word.
But I assure you that
neither myself nor my men
ever want to have to stoop so low
as to intentionally have to call
any black man, woman or child...
Oh, come on, that's funny.
You know what, Sheriff?
What is it?
You and your racist
redneck band of deputies
are about to get a little of my justice.
And believe me, you're not gonna like it.
Nah, I just don't think
that that's gonna happen.
It's a good idea, but see,
later on this afternoon,
you are going to be shot and
you are going to be killed
because you're gonna be trying to escape.
- You know what, Sheriff?
- Hmm?
Your problem is you think
you've got Flipper in here.
Well, motherfucker, say hello to Jaws.
Well, Jaws is goin' down.
Just when you thought it was safe
to get back in the jail cell.
I'll ask.
Excuse me, Mayor?
The papers would like an exclusive
regarding Officer Justice.
Well, how did they get that so fast?
From the police blog.
call that girl there and tell her to stop.
We've been flooded with
calls all day wanting to know
just how dangerous Officer Justice is.
You know what? Just refer all
of my calls to Sheriff Payden.
Yes, sir.
I hid the money.
I can't believe they killed Santana.
- Okay.
- This just in.
- Thank you, big brother.
- Sheriff Payden of Red Mesa PD
says they've apprehended
the suspect of the murder
of police officer Carter Boyd
and alleged drug dealer, Ray Santana.
The suspect is troubled
officer Jack Justice
of the Los Angeles PD,
who, just a few days earlier, was involved
in a sporting goods store shootout
which cost him the life of his partner,
officer Dan Henderson.
Justice killed the robbery suspects.
It is also reported that
Justice had left a manifesto
on the Mesa PD website
confessing to the murders,
vowing he would never be taken alive
and that he would take revenge
on those officers who have wronged him.
Stay tuned, we will have more
information as it unfolds.
411, how may I direct your call?
- Get me the Mayor.
- One moment, please.
Let's go. We're taking you out of here.
Come on!
Oh, look at that.
He's put on his pretty little hoodie, huh?
No, baby, I swear she didn't mean anything.
You must think I'm a real bad man.
Yeah, not really, boy.
We don't need that, put that away.
Move, nigger.
Everybody get down!
Go for Payden.
Alexa, please don't shoot me.
Damn it, Jack, you're under arrest.
Don't move.
I don't want to kill you,
but I will if I have to.
I won't leave this chair if
you just put the gun down.
I just need you to think
why I came to your house.
Why are you here?
Outside of the Boy Scouts,
you're the most honest person here.
Red Mesa is a corrupt police department,
and you know.
Why do you think they never
let you on police business?
They don't want me to see what's going on.
Red Mesa Police Department
is the most corrupt police
department I've ever seen.
It's true.
But what about Boyd?
Who's Boyd?
Well, what about all the damage
and all the people you
hurt back at the station?
I did hurt a lot of people
at that police station,
but I didn't kill nobody.
And believe me, little sis,
I'm good at killing.
Clear it and call it.
You know, I need you to put
all this together right now
'cause I don't have a lot of time left.
I'm gonna need your help.
I'm gonna need to take your unmarked unit.
Dnde estel dinero?
Por fa-fucking-vor.
I need to call in that one favor.
Where are you?
You know what, Sheriff?
You're gonna spend
the rest of your life in prison,
Sheriff Payden.
Oh, is that a fact?
Well, I tell you what, boy,
I don't think that's gonna happen
because I have something out here
that you want really, really bad.
Little chica
named Selena. Listen...
Help me, please! I didn't do anything!
"Help me, please! I didn't do anything!"
You gonna let this young lady die out here,
or are you gonna be a
hero and come get her?
If you touch that girl...
Oh, no, I don't think so.
I'm not gonna get to kill this little girl
because you're gonna come out here
and save her, aren't you, hero?
You know, Sheriff?
You're one stupid man.
Afraid that's a matter of opinion, Jack.
What's it gonna be? You gonna come
out here, you gonna save the girl?
Or am I gonna turn her over to my
boys to have something to play with?
Yeah, I'm coming.
But I'm coming for you.
He's coming for me.
Bring it on!
Hey, come here, boy.
Finally awake.
What the fuck you hit me with?
It was on your porch.
You have no idea who you're messing with.
I've been told that before.
It just didn't work out.
The best thing you can do is
just clear on out of here.
Let's talk about...
how you're gonna die.
Son, I'm an officer of the law.
You don't cut me loose,
I will tear your ass inside out.
Man, I'm not a man for blood and guts,
but I did grow up in Compton.
But you know what?
I'm gonna make an exception for you.
The hell you runnin' on about?
I want to know where that girl is.
I ain't ever known no darkie
give two shakes about a beaner.
What's she to you?
She'll take me right to the Sheriff.
Damn, boy,
you got to be about as dumb as you is ugly.
I sure as shit ain't gonna tell you now.
Have it your way.
Oh, motherfucker.
You bleed a lot.
That ain't so bad...
shoot 'em all off.
You cocksucker, I swear to Christ
I will never tell you where that...
Where that fucking bitch is now.
You know what, Clark?
I'm starting to believe you.
So I'm gonna take off
'cause I'm running out of patience...
and you're running out of fingers.
What do you need?
Let me have a smoke.
You know what, Clark?
You shouldn't smoke these things.
'Cause these...
are gonna kill you one day.
Afternoon, gentlemen.
Good afternoon.
Nice day for a rodeo.
I'm Agent Cobb.
This is Agent Lobo.
I'm Mayor Dorsey.
Perhaps you're familiar
with the Dorsey name.
My great-granddaddy fought alongside
Davy Crockett at the Alamo.
What brings you boys here to Red Mesa?
It's not about that murder business, right?
Hey, hey, hey.
That's my business, all right?
I'll take care of it.
Well, actually, Mayor,
it does have something to
do with the murder business.
Do you have a suspect yet?
I do.
Does he have a name?
He does.
What is it?
His name is Jack Justice.
He's a crazy cop out of Los Angeles,
has a habit of breaking people's necks
and then shooting them.
Bad habit.
And you think he's still in town?
I know he's still in town
'cause he's one mean son of a bitch.
But let me make something
very clear to you:
He is my mean son of a bitch.
Sheriff, I'd like to go to the station
and review your evidence.
You go to the station,
get yourself a cup of coffee,
get yourself a mint julep.
As far as the evidence goes,
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you, gentlemen.
He's gonna be trouble.
He's not gonna be trouble.
I'll drop you off at the station,
you see what you can find out.
All right.
Mayor, if you ever mention
my business to anyone
outside of my department,
so help me God, I will poison your dog.
Hello. How can I help you?
I'm Agent Lobo.
It's okay, Hannah. I'll take it from here.
- Okay, Alexa.
- Follow me please.
I'm Officer Alexa.
Lobo. Agent Lobo.
What exactly do you do?
I clean up messy situations.
Do you have jurisdiction here?
I can go anywhere.
Well, you got your hands full.
Tell me what you think you know.
I believe that Justice is innocent,
Santana was killed in a drug takedown,
and somehow Boyd just got
killed in the process.
Who's involved in the drug heist?
Everyone at the station
except for Hannah and myself.
Give me names.
Gant, Stuckey,
Clark, McCain and Reid.
So why don't you think
this Justice is the guy?
All the media is reporting
that he posted a manifesto
on the social media website.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
And he couldn't have because
he doesn't have the password.
To post the manifesto?
And how do you know this?
'Cause I'm the one that
gives out the password.
Sorry to hear that, Alexa.
Your weapon.
We're going for a ride.
You try to be a hero, you die.
Let's go.
Sheriff Payden, this is Hannah,
come back.
Go for Payden.
we just got a call from Holly Brown.
She's said that Clark's house blew up.
Anybody say whether Clark
is still alive or not?
It's not looking good.
There's a burned body tied to a radiator.
I want you to patch me
through to Jim Thorpe,
he needs to get his airplane up in the sky.
And, uh, who has a helicopter?
Bill Cherry, get Bill Cherry on the horn,
tell him I want him to go up there,
see if they can't find this Justice
son of a bitch pronto.
Roger that, Sheriff.
Stuckey, Payden.
You got your ears on?
Go for Stuckey.
I need you to haul ass over to Clark's,
apparently he's on fire.
Roger that, Sheriff. Shall we put him out?
you should go over there and make s'mores.
Yes, you should put him out, you idiot.
I'm in a cesspool of idiots.
You're part of this, too?
What's wrong with you people?
You know what your problem is, Alexa?
You still believe in the tooth fairy.
You know what your problem is?
You believe crime pays.
It pays more than this fucking badge.
That's gotta hurt.
I can't believe it.
Oh, man.
Alright that's brutal.
Tied him to the radiator,
couldn't even get away.
I've known him my whole life.
Thorpe is in the air.
Come on, Holtz, we'll get the SOB,
Alright, we'll get him.
What the hell happened here?
What's it look like? The house burned down.
You guys can handle this,
we're gonna go meet up
with the Sheriff.
All right.
It's Lobo.
I'm a little busy at the moment.
Leave a message.
Call me. I'm at the hotel.
I can't believe he blew him up.
I got one for you.
Hey, why do decent white folk shop
at nigger yard sales, huh?
To get their belongings back.
Welcome, all shoppers.
We got a special on rednecks today.
Now just drive.
Well, I'll be a son of a bitch.
What the hell are you doing at my house?
I stopped by the station,
you weren't there.
And that somehow gives you the right
to walk through my gate uninvited?
You have any news for me?
Do I have any news for you?
Yeah, I got some news for you.
The son of a bitch burned down
one of my officer's homes
with my officer still in it.
Said officer is dead.
So then he's still in town?
I told you he's still in
town and I'm gonna find him.
I certainly don't need any chickenshit
federal man interfering with my business.
That would be you.
Let me ask you something, Sheriff.
Why do you think that this man
just comes into your town
and starts killing people like this?
Are you questioning me?
Are you questioning my
authority in my town?
I think he's doing it
because he's one crazy son of a bitch,
that's why.
Well, then we better find him.
Where's the girl?
What, you're gonna kill me?
What do you think Sheriff's gonna do to me
if I tell you where she is?
I hope she's dead anyway!
Hey... stop!
Whoa, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No, she's in a barn,
she's in the barn!
On Old Camp Road at the Davies' barn!
Please don't kill me, I told you...
I got a joke for you.
What is Barney Rubble's son's name?
Please, please, I don't want to die...
His name ain't please-I-don't-want-to-die,
tell me his name.
Please don't kill me!
I don't want to die,
I don't...
It's Lobo.
I'm a little busy...
Excuse me, ladies.
It's okay, mister.
Are you the judge in the beauty contest?
No, I'm not, dear,
but, uh... if I was,
I'd vote for you
and you two girls would win, I think.
Come on, girls. Let's go.
- Bye.
- Bye!
It's good to see you, Cody.
Sorry for seeing you in
these crazy circumstances.
Let's get out of here.
You know this is not gonna end well.
Yeah, I know that.
Why don't you just let it go
and get the hell out of here?
You know I can't do that.
I don't know what happened
and I really don't care.
I owe you.
I think I'm paid in full.
We good?
We're way good.
You watch your ass, huh?
You got it.
The Sheriff better sleep
with his lights on.
How about another kiss?
Cool it, Randall.
Let's wait for the chief.
I'm game.
Hey, shut him up.
Watch this.
Kick his ass!
Kick his fuckin' ass!
All right.
See something you like, cupcake?
Uncuff me and let me kick your ass.
Oh, really?
She thinks she's gonna
whoop your ass, Gant.
I always knew Latinas were fiery.
Let's see what you got.
Come on.
Oh, that's so cute.
Oh, that's cute.
She ain't playin'.
I do believe that's the most action
you've seen in years without paying for it.
Oh, hey she's really choking you, bro.
Yeah she's choking you out!
She ain't playin'.
Stop, you'll kill her!
Let's go check this out.
If you're gonna hit me, hit me.
Hey, Gant,
what about having a
little conversation now?
Let's talk.
Hey, Justice, don't forget about me.
better catch up.
No more killing.
Be still.
Oh, shit.
Where did he go?
You okay?
I think so.
We're okay. We'll be all right.
Ladies, it was a pleasure.
How many bodies were
recovered at the scene?
I don't know,
a lot.
Well, was Jack Justice one
of the bodies recovered?
Mayor, what about the
drugs that were found?
I don't know anything about that.
This is a black eye for Red Mesa.
Mayor, a black eye?
We got 12 dead bodies.
I just don't know anything.
Excuse me.
Yes. Can I help you?
I wanted to know how Agent Lobo was doing.
You mean as in "wolf"?
Yeah. Is he okay?
Ma'am, I don't know an Agent Lobo.
Sure you do, he's partners with Agent Cobb.
Ma'am, I can assure you
there's no Agent Cobb or Lobo
that's working on this case.
What exactly do you do?
I clean up messy situations.
I used to make problems disappear.
Do you have jurisdiction here?
I can go anywhere.
Where are you?
Let's go.
Born this way, I was born this way
I was born this way
I was b-b-b-b-b...
My spirit starts shit,
my mind's hot-wired
You can't blame me for it
You spark my fire
I paid a lot more
I walk a tight wire
I w-w-w-walk a tight wire
I walk a tight wire
I insist I'm insane, for instance
Just so intense
Do you got that kind of comfort
Keep that don't want
to start with a bang
Don't think I'll ever be
there it's a big suspense
It's a big suspense
I keep hearing these voices screaming
"pull it"
And I listen, I'm dangerous
I blow up
They ask for patience
Well, I'm sick of waiting
I get down to business
Don't ask for forgiveness
I live my life dangerous
till I overdose on it
I was born to be bad
I was born to be bad,
I was born to be bad
I was born to be bad
I consume death, the devil I digest
I keep him locked in my closet
I bury every skeleton
The hell with it
I'm raising hell again
Out of the darkness
Not afraid to start shit
I got so many demons
They're starting to start a riot
I get so crazy and
I can't stay quiet
I'd fucking lose it
If I ever heard silence
My words are deadly,
don't murder gently
Afraid of nobody,
my hands are steady
It's getting heavy,
I hope you're ready
You better take me seriously
stop the bulk of me
You're actually helping
me Death is my remedy
Leave it to me to give
it a quick squeeze
When I botch the
plan they will leave
if I ask for this,
babe, do it, please
Be the baddest mother...
I was born to be bad
I wasn't born with options
Everyone trying to
tell me to be good
Drop it, I was born this way
I was born with swag
I'm so fresh, it's an accident
You couldn't be bad if you paid
I'm that bad motherfucker
Whip that bad motherfucker limp
I'm getting justice
I'm gonna make you my fucking bitch
I came from nothing,
I still got nothing
That's some scary shit
and sure to fuck with this
Lost my whole life so nothing to prove,
I'm done explaining,
I got nothing to lose
I get a bad rap I don't give one back,
I refuse
When I feel like the end's near
Like I need some good last words
And I'm so fucked up
It's like I got the barrel backwards
But I was born a fucking bad ass
Fucking pussy ass coward
Backed into a corner
Claustrophobic and got to get out
You're lucky as hell
If you just get knocked the fuck out
I guess blame your parents
It must be their fault
You can't be like me
I'll show you what
being bad's all about
I was born to be bad