Hard Justice (2025) Movie Script
(ambient electronic music) (wine sloshing)
(glasses clink)
(ominous music)
Are you lost, little chica?
I can smell you, little chica.
You want to play a game?
Can smell that fear on you.
I saw it in your black little eyes.
You want to die.
(detective grunts)
(gun banging)
(assailant groans)
Where you at, miha?
You want me to end you, bleed you out.
But you know what, bitch?
I think I see ya.
(gun fires) (detective grunts)
(assailant cackles)
Chica, chica.
You came all the way down here to see me?
Wakey.
Oh, you're fucking dead, bitch.
You're in my fucking house now.
Dead end, chica.
(gun cocks)
What?
No more stupid jokes from
your little whore mouth?
Hm?
Looks like the little cactus
is all out of thorns now, huh?
You're gonna die, bitch.
Slow and ugly.
(suspenseful music)
(music ends)
(solemn music)
Congratulations, officers.
Each and every one of you
have been tested over the last few months
and proved yourselves worthy
to serve the great state of California
as well as our home city of Los Angeles.
You've answered the call,
the call to serve in the
noblest of professions,
out of a sense of honor,
duty, and sacrifice.
Today you join the ranks of police officers
everywhere around the world
in upholding our sacred code of honor.
Today marks the continuation
of a 40-year family legacy in the LAPD.
Sergeant Abe Thompson served
the LAPD proudly for 30 years.
Although Sergeant
Thompson is no longer with us,
his son, Michael, is now
a 10-year LAPD veteran.
And today, Abe's daughter
and Michael's sister
joins the family in a tradition of service.
Grace Thompson, who served two tours
in the United States Marines,
will carry the torch of justice forward
for the next generation.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Officer Grace Thompson.
(audience applauding)
(applause continues)
(patrons chattering)
Grace?
Grace Thompson?
Yeah, that's me.
I'm Sergeant Andy Powell.
Oh!
Yes, you're Michael's
old narco squad partner?
Oh my gosh! He told me so much about you.
Where is Michael?
Michael's working on
an assignment tonight,
so he asked me to come
in and check in on you.
[Patron] Hey, Detective Powell!
Gotcha.
He's my brother from another mother.
Oh, well then that would make me
your sister from another mister.
Well it's finally nice to meet you.
Good to meet you.
Oh, wow!
Hey, quite a handshake you got there.
(Grace laughs)
Michael said we'd have another Devil Dog.
Good to have another jar head in the LAPD.
Yeah, thanks.
This outfit feels so
ridiculous with this dress.
This is a very serious police tradition.
Plus, you can't be throwing
up on your dress blues.
Wisdom earned, I'm sure.
Exactly.
(Grace gasps)
(patron guffawing)
Sergeant.
Oh.
Nice.
Booby.
Booty.
I mean booties.
I know you.
Yes.
Michael's kid sister.
[Grace] Yeah.
Oh my gosh.
Hi!
How are you, Laurie?
I'm still the most beloved man
in the Los Angeles Police Department.
Okay, okay. Get on outta here.
Sir.
Yes, sir!
Gotcha.
What does he do again?
Internal affairs.
Right.
He's the reason no one
worries about being investigated,
'cause he's too drunk to work the cases.
Well, that's comforting.
Welcome to the LAPD.
(bottle knock)
Thanks for having me.
Woo!
So this must be.
Mikey's famous sister
that he always talks about.
Is that right?
Officer Grace Thompson,
I'd like you to meet the
rest of the narco squad.
Detective Paulie, Hancock, and Stevens.
I'm Stevens. He's Hancock.
You can tell because
he is still wearing the suit
his mother bought him when
he graduated high school.
Oh.
What about this Hawaiian shirt?
I mean, why don't you have one on?
Please.
Wouldn't catch me
fucking dead in those rags.
I mean, I think it's kind of cute.
See?
Well, don't let their looks fool you.
Once you get to know 'em better,
they're really horrible people.
(Grace gasps)
Ah, we ain't that bad.
So, Mikey said that you're
some sort of MMA badass.
Is that right?
Oh, no.
So, what, you got a bunch of black belts
and shin then, yeah?
Only to hold up my pants.
Woo!
Aw, don't be so modest.
Mikey told me you've been
following him to the dojo
ever since you were five years old.
Traded in your Barbie
dolls for a choke hold.
Ooh.
I bet you prom date had
a rough night, then, yeah?
(Grace chuckles)
I definitely whipped him into submission.
(group laughing)
Well, so look, we got a table over there
if you want to bring her along,
buy a couple drinks, yeah?
We'll be over in a bit.
[Paulie] All right.
[Grace] Definitely.
You know where to find us.
Welcome aboard.
I love the hat.
Oh, thanks.
They seem nice.
So, did Michael get you up to speed
on the training rotation?
Wait, what do you mean?
I've been assigned to
be your training officer.
Great!
And your brother asked that I...
Let's see, how did he put it?
Ride your ass into the ground.
(Grace scoffs)
Of course he did.
And speak of the
devil. That's Michael now.
He needs a little bit more information
on the purpose of these meetings.
I'll be right back.
You can't miss me win King Boot though.
Oh, hell no!
Your brother asked me to take pictures
for your family scrapbook.
Oh, great.
Incriminating photos.
Oh, yeah. It's all about the evidence.
(Grace laughs)
New kicks?
I break ankles in these kicks, son.
Got flee feet. Know what I'm saying?
Look, brought the deal. Let's do this, cuz.
Hold on, just gimme a sec.
I don't got time for this shit!
Solemn occasion has arrived.
[Patrons] Boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot!
(dramatic music)
Rookies, present boots!
(boots stomping)
Present arms!
The first empty shoe
will be crowned King Boot.
[Patrons] Boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot!
Make us proud.
[Patrons] Boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot!
(music playing on cell phone)
(Michael laughing)
Look at that score.
Come on.
Weak!
Death Dealer 2's the shit.
Come on, man, DD sucks. Graphics are ass.
We're gonna do this or what?
'Cause I ain't waiting on your ass!
I'll bounce!
(Michael sighs)
Where's the stuff?
See? Dreams come true.
Now where's the fucking money?
Hey, it's right here. Chill.
(dramatic music)
Come on!
[Patrons] Boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot.
(tense music)
(gun clicks)
What the fuck are you thinking?
I'm sorry, man! Please, cuz.
(gun cocks)
They put me up to it! Don't do this!
I'm sorry!
Yeah, and it's about to
get a hell of a lot worse.
(suspenseful music)
(gun cocks)
(shotgun blasts) (Michael grunts)
[Patrons] Boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot!
Woo!
(patrons cheering and applauding)
Yeah!
(Michael choking)
(shotgun blasts)
Ready!
Fire! (Guns blast)
(somber music)
(guns blast)
Ready!
Aim!
Fire! (Guns blast)
Halt!
(guns clicking)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
I'm very sorry for your loss.
Your brother and I worked
very closely together.
He always felt comfortable talking to me.
Here.
If you ever need anything,
call me.
Thank you
(door opens)
(keys jangle)
(door closes)
(no audio)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
[Michael] Gracie, I
didn't want to give you this
in front of a bunch of drunk cops,
because they know how much I love you
and make your life hell.
I'm so proud of you, Gracie,
not just for being a kick-ass Marine MP
and graduating top honors
from the police academy,
you show-off.
I'm proud because you
fought for justice the right way,
the hard way.
Our dad always knew you
had the soul of a warrior,
and he wanted you to have his ring.
You're the best of our family.
I know you're my little
sister, but I look up to you.
I love you, Gracie.
(somber music)
(television beeping)
(hard rock music)
(hard rock music continues)
(no audio)
Thompson.
Grace.
You don't have to start tonight.
They give you another
week of bereavement leave,
and there's no shame in that.
Michael would've wanted
Michael would've wanted
me to stay at my post.
This m...
This officer wants to be at her post.
(siren wailing in the distance)
Not bad, boo.
This isn't my first time
around a police car, sir.
Oh, that's right.
You were a badass military MP.
(Grace clears throat)
Well, let me guess.
You were writing speeding tickets
and busting shoplifters at the PX.
You mean the MCX, sir. The PX was Army.
Whatever.
I just need you to know
this isn't some sleepy military base.
This is the City of Angels,
one of the meanest towns
you'll ever come to know.
Well this Marine was not stationed
at some sleepy military base.
I only ever saw war zones.
Oh, well thank God.
Maybe you won't get us killed out there.
Because tonight, it's all about you.
I give the orders, you make the stops.
Understood, sir.
Okay.
Get in the damn car.
Yes, sir.
(car door opens)
(anxious orchestral music)
(anxious music continues)
That regulation, boo?
It was my dad's. Michael gave it to me.
Well take it off.
I don't want the brass to clock it.
Will do.
He was a good man.
The best.
Unwavering loyalty.
Impeccable instincts.
One of the toughest sons
of bitches I ever knew.
He defined it, you know.
Defined what?
The code.
He lived it.
Always honest.
Sometimes to a fault.
Thank you, Sergeant.
That really does mean
a lot, you saying that.
Light him up.
Black sedan, illegal lane change.
(siren wailing)
Expired plates.
Head on a swivel, Thompson.
Head always on a swivel.
I wanna see you all the
way through this stop.
I'll watch it from here.
Yes, sir.
(car beeping)
(car door closes)
Atta girl.
Good evening.
Can I see your license
and registration, sir?
Be right back.
(car door opens)
What's next?
We check to see if he has
any outstanding warrants.
Good.
Sergeant, it looks like he, eh
is wanted for a 488.
What do you wanna do?
Take him into custody.
All right, pull him out.
Okay.
(car door opens and closes)
Sir, I'm gonna have to ask
you to exit the vehicle, please.
[Driver] What is this?
Oh, he's a big one.
Look at you, Gracie, trying
to make a name for yourself
first day on the job.
Put your left hand behind your back.
Put your left hand behind your back, sir.
(handcuffs rattling)
(driver grunts) (dramatic music)
(fist thudding)
(driver choking)
Gotcha.
Fuck!
(fist thudding)
That's enough. That's enough!
Get on your stomach!
Get on your stomach!
Put your hands behind your head!
(handcuffs rattling)
You got it.
(officers chattering)
[Grace] Move.
Let's get up.
Get up!
Here.
I got him. I got him.
(Grace exhales)
(trunk opens)
Sergeant Powell.
Hey. (Knocks on window)
You got a permit for that?
(curious music)
Whoa.
Sergeant Powell.
What do you got?
I think this is Fentanyl
and a crap load of cash.
Yep, that's a butt load of toe tag dope.
Stand back. I'll call narcos.
Wait a minute, this is our bust.
Two breaths of this
stuff, we'll overdose.
Let narcos handle it.
This is bullshit!
No, this is the job, Thompson.
Dispatch, this is 163.
I need an narco squad on Britain Road
behind the Pet Hut warehouse.
This is not okay.
As an MP, if I made a
bust, it would be my bust.
This ain't the Marines.
You're damn straight
it's not the Marines,
'cause in the Marines,
you would foster some sense of justice,
and we would do good for the community.
Do good?
Yeah.
Take a look at that over there.
(Laurie snoring)
That's what happens to
do-gooders in this department.
Shit, I feel safer already, don't you?
So he can't hold his liquor.
He's an IA, and nobody likes him.
I mean, I would probably
drink myself to death
if nobody liked me in the entire world.
See, that's that young,
dumb Marine talking.
Come back to me when you've
had a few years in the field.
Wise cop knows, keep your head down,
you do what they tell you,
and maybe, just maybe,
you'll live to your retirement.
Beat cops are the unsung heroes.
We take all their shit but get zero glory.
We're the ones that stand
between the upstanding citizens
and the monsters that lurk in the shadows.
(door opens)
Jimmy Bones. What's up, buddy?
Good to see you, man. Good to see you.
How you doing? How you doing?
Woo! (Claps)
If it ain't the luckiest boot
that ever walked a beat.
Yeah, Michael wasn't
kidding about you, man.
You one badass bitch.
Wa!
Hey, King Boot, I'd
like to buy you a drink.
No thanks, Paulie. We
can buy our own drinks.
Don't insult me, pal.
Bartender, can I get
two shots and two beers
for these two fine, distinguished officers?
Hey, Powell, she don't look happy.
What's the matter, King
Boot, you not happy?
Leave her alone, Paulie.
(Paulie laughing)
Ah, gotta move.
You stole my caller.
Stole your caller?
Yeah.
Listen, you're new around here, slick,
so I'm gonna fill you in on how things go.
Nobody, and I mean nobody,
moves 25 pounds of Fenny in my town
without me being all over it from the jump.
All right, you stumble fucked
your way into my investigation
and you almost blew the whole fucking case.
The hell I did!
Lock it down, Thompson. That's an order.
Thanks for the drinks. Paulie.
Yours are getting warm.
We're on the same side, right?
(Paulie scoffs)
Yeah.
Whatever you say, pal.
He's wrong.
I counted 10 bags,
so what happened to the other five?
So you miscounted.
No, sir, I don't miscount.
I thought...
There's no way
Easy.
Let it go.
No!
Okay?
I'm not wrong on this, okay?
I don't miscount.
As a marine
Grace.
You just got body slammed
by a 300-pound monster.
Your heart is racing, your
eyes are filled with blood.
Anyone can make a mistake.
I don't.
Grace, you need to
stop picking at this scab.
You did a great job today. Enjoy it.
You brother would be proud.
To Michael.
To Michael.
(glasses clink)
(pills rattling)
(water running)
(tense music)
(Grace exhales)
(ring clinking)
(Grace sighs)
(somber music)
Suck it up, buttercup.
Suck it up.
One, drill sergeant.
Two, drill sergeant.
Three, drill sergeant.
Four, drill sergeant.
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
Hi.
(infant cooing)
Hello. Welcome.
It's a hot one today.
(pacifier rattling)
(hip hop music playing on radio)
(muffled chattering)
(muffled chattering continues)
(pacifier rattling)
(hip hop music playing on radio)
(pacifier rattling)
(soft piano music)
(soft piano music continues)
(gun rattles)
Hey, kid, what do you
think you're doing, hm?
Look, I'm a cop.
How old are you?
Uh, 14.
You're 14?
You know, if this went off accidentally
and you killed somebody,
it's gonna be murder or manslaughter,
and they're not gonna
process you for juvie;
They're gonna process you for prison.
You're gonna go to jail
with all of those murderers and rapists.
You know how they're gonna look at you?
Like Christmas candy.
Yeah.
Okay?
Stay right here.
I'll be right back.
(pacifier rattling)
(upbeat hip hop music)
Hey, guys.
LAPD.
You guys are loitering.
I need to ask you to vacate the premises.
You're gonna get hurt, bitch.
Look, I don't wanna
cause any trouble, okay?
(belt whacks)
(gangster groaning)
I really don't like you.
I'm gonna get you, bitch.
I'm gonna cut that fucking
pretty little face you got.
Watch out.
(speaking in foreign language)
Bitch.
Can I help you?
(gangster groans)
(knee slams) (gangster groans)
(knee slams) (gangster groans)
Now let's go. Get in the fucking car.
Fucking embarrassing.
Tiempo's coming.
You better sleep with one eye open, bitch.
You ain't the first bitch I've cut up.
Oscar!
You, too, you fucking fat bastard!
I'll be seeing your mom,
too, fucking dope fiend!
It's got your name on it.
That badge don't mean shit to me, bitch.
You know who the fuck I am?
Have a great day, guys!
Fuck you, bitch!
[Gangster] Let's fucking go, man.
Make sure to drive the speed limit!
(engine starts)
You don't want a ticket.
(engine revs)
(soft piano music)
Okay, look, kid. Today's your lucky day.
Could have called this in,
and you could have gone
to prison, just like those guys.
But I'm not going to.
Wicked said that he'd
put my mom back on dope
if I didn't do what he said.
Wicked?
And what's his real name?
Montoya.
Javier Montoya.
He's my sister's boyfriend.
Okay.
And what is your name?
Oscar Sosa.
Oscar Sosa. Okay.
I'm Grace. It's good to meet you.
You need to make some adult choices.
You can choose to go live your life,
or you can choose to be like them.
So, go live your life.
Go.
(soft piano music)
Okay, I'll take the water and the orange.
Sure. $1.50 please.
Do you have some aspirin?
Yeah, I have aspirin. Yes, ma'am.
What are those?
Oh, these?
These are actually for the sex.
It works really well.
I guess I'll take one of those.
Sarge wants me to get a file
from a bust that happened yesterday.
Case number?
It's 00657.
This'll take a minute.
This thing's ancient.
Okay.
Aw, your kids are so cute!
[Officer] Thanks. Got any of your one?
No, no, no. It's not my thing.
Thanks.
(keyboard clicking)
(mysterious music)
Holy shit.
(dramatic music)
Wait, is this everything?
Everything logged for
that case number? Yeah.
Right. Thanks.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
Okay, Mikey, what am I supposed to do?
You always knew what to do.
Laurie.
(dramatic music)
(engine shuts off)
(dramatic music fades)
Hey, brought you some tea.
Evening, Officer Thompson,
You're sober.
Very perceptive.
You might make detective someday.
Maybe.
Wait, was it just an act?
Tell me, what brings you to my office?
What if I told you that I had information
that a crime has been committed?
Call a cop.
What if it was done by cops?
What is this all about, Officer Thompson?
I can't give you specifics.
You don't wanna be a snitch.
Something like that.
Tell me, does this have something to do
with the narco squad?
How do you know that?
And if you know that,
then why haven't you
done anything about it?
Knowing and proving
are two different things.
I know donuts are bad for me.
My wife can't prove it.
(paper bag rustles)
You're hesitant. Makes sense.
Suppose even in the Marines,
you live by a code of silence.
What about the code of right and wrong?
I took the oath, and I know my duty.
What if I told you this whole mess
had something to do with your brother?
(curious music)
Your brother was an honorable man.
He saw an injustice happening,
and he had the courage to act.
And it cost him his life.
Okay, so how is Michael
caught up in all of this?
He came to me with a
story about a gang of cops
who'd lost their way,
turned their backs on
the citizens of the city
and betrayed their oaths.
For money.
It's always money.
No other reason to risk everything.
No other reason to turn on your own
or murder one of your own.
Do you have evidence?
Do you?
I don't know.
You don't know, and I'm too late.
What does that mean?
Yesterday I got word from one of my CIs
that your brother was set up.
He knew the dealer that...
What's the dealer's name?
It's not important.
The dealer was just a bitch boy for narco.
Someone on the squad found out Michael
was collecting evidence
and wanted him gone.
Okay.
So we need to find dirt on narco
so we can connect them to Michael.
I don't know if this is gonna help,
but there is 25 pounds of fentanyl
missing from the evidence room.
Jesus Christ.
That could kill a city.
Do you have proof?
Not exactly,
but I just have this feeling
that the narco squad
has been taking all
the drugs on their busts
and then selling them or trading them.
Shit, I know all that.
I need hard evidence.
I'll get it.
All right.
You played your hand. Now I'll play mine.
Your brother had files
with all the evidence he was collecting.
He hid it, didn't tell me where.
I need you to help me find it.
I looked through all of his
stuff right after the funeral
and I didn't see anything.
Michael said whoever
found it would really know him.
I figure who knew him
better than his kid sister?
Does this mean anything to you?
"Follow the white wolf."
Is white wolf Marine speak for anything?
Not that I know of, but
Michael was in force recon.
So, maybe, but I don't really know.
This is lot for you to handle.
I'm sorry you're dealing
with all this right now,
especially when you should be
Mourning my brother?
Well, he wouldn't want that.
And our father didn't raise us that way.
By investigating this
and solving the issue,
that's honoring my brother.
Good to know you're on the job.
Let me know if you find
the files or anything else.
And don't call my phone
again unless it's an emergency.
Well, how am I supposed
to get a hold of you?
You never know who's listening.
You know where to find me.
(dramatic music)
What the heck is white
wolf, white wolf, white wolf.
(dramatic music)
Come on, Michael, talk to me.
Show me a sign.
(Grace sighs)
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(engine rumbling)
I know you.
(suspenseful music)
(engine revs)
(suspenseful music)
(engine revs)
Go! Go, go, go!
(suspenseful music)
(engine revs)
Go, go, go, go, go! Go, go!
I'm gonna fucking get you, bitch.
(suspenseful music)
I can taste you! I can fucking taste you!
(engine revving)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
We got this bitch!
(tires squealing)
Oh, shit!
(tires squealing)
This fucking bitch.
(suspenseful music)
(engine revs)
Go! Go, go, go, go, go!
Fucking losing her!
(engine revs)
(tires squealing)
Go, go, go, go, go!
Go left, go left, go left, go left!
(tires squealing)
There she is, there she is, there she is!
Fucking losing her! Hurry up!
(engine roaring)
I fucking got you now, bitch.
(tires squeal)
She's going right, she's
going right, she's going...
She's fucking going right!
Fucking puto!
Turn around! Go!
(suspenseful music)
(engine rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
Fucking lost her, you fucking dumb-ass.
Keep your eyes open, homie.
(suspenseful music)
Hey, hey! She's behind us.
She's behind us! (Laughing)
Oh, she's a slippery little fucking bitch.
Pull around right here.
Turn around, turn around.
This fucking bitch is
gonna fucking pay now.
(suspenseful music)
(gun clicks)
LAPD! Get outta the car!
(suspenseful music)
Fuck you, bitch.
(engine revs)
(engine revs)
(flame whooshing)
(lighter clicking)
(engine revs)
(tires skidding)
(suspenseful music)
(engine whirring)
Thompson. So nice of you to join us.
You know, I thought Marines
were supposed to be punctual.
You know, my teenage
daughters can show up on time,
and they're 14 years old.
Sorry, sir. It won't happen again.
Hold the horse shit and get in.
Yes, sir.
I did your checklist
since, you know, I didn't
have anything else to do.
Where the hell were you?
Sorry, it was just a weird day.
(engine starts)
(motorcycle engine rumbling)
Did you file a report?
No.
Technically they didn't do anything,
so legally I can't file a report.
And I'm sure everyone at the precincts
will get a kick out of the woman
who filed a report over nothing.
Well, legally, maybe not.
But this was a high-speed pursuit, right?
And if they know what you drive,
then they know where you live, right?
(tense music)
So you're not safe.
I'd rather be judged by 12
than carried by six, Gracie.
(Grace clears throat)
What?
Nothing, it's...
He used to call me that.
Oh, I didn't mean to
No, it was actually kind of nice.
It just reminds me of him.
Yeah. He wanted me to look out for you.
I thought he asked you
to ride me into the ground.
(Andy chuckles)
Well, life's doing enough of that,
so I'll cut you some slack.
Thanks.
But you need to find
someplace else to stay,
like a boyfriend's house or something?
Boyfriend?
Or girlfriend. I don't know.
Look, you just need to find another place
to stay for a while.
This is a warning shot.
It's not over.
(dramatic music)
She's got no drive, you know?
[Grace] Mm-hm.
All she wants to do is
play on the Instant Gram.
She's got two more
years left of high school,
and we have to start
playing for college soon.
(tense music)
Right. College.
But how do you earn a scholarship
when you don't give a shit about anything
other than who liked
your pictures or whatever?
You know, honestly, I blame myself,
and so does my wife, for spoiling her,
but it's too late now.
Tuition's gonna break us
if we don't find something she can excel at
other than Tick Toggling
or makeup tutorials.
What you doing?
I wanna check something out.
(tense music)
Is this where...
This is where Michael died.
(radio static crackles)
[Dispatcher] 288 in progress.
All units in the area. 288 in progress...
Thompson, that's us.
Come on, let's go.
[Dispatch] Cross street is Underhill.
Dispatch, this this is Car 161, en route.
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
(keyboard clicking)
You've got 20 minutes
left to go on your shift.
Think you'll be done in time?
Yeah, I'm almost done.
But I definitely need to
get some more coffee soon.
[Andy] Well, you know where it is.
Yeah.
55,000 in cash, three
ghost guns, two ARs,
3.000 rounds of ammunition, and 260 pounds-
265, Hancock.
265 pounds of methamphetamine
we took off the streets.
Wow.
Gonna be hard remembering that number.
You talking, Thompson?
Yeah, what's that?
Oh, yeah, I'm just saying
it's really impressive, that number.
It's gonna be really hard
to remember that amount
when you go to the evidence room.
Right?
You know those little bags.
Kind of slippery.
Aw!
Boot's still butt hurt
about our Fenny bust.
You mean my Fenny bust.
What's the problem there, Boot?
Not getting enough (clicks
tongue) action on the job?
Yeah.
Fuck you.
Fuck me?
What about your big bust tonight, huh?
That was some pretty
impressive police work she did.
Yeah.
Yeah, our rookie super
cop of the year over here
arrested a 288.
Lewd conduct.
And she got the weenie
wagger all by herself.
Not all heroes wear capes, Thompson.
Yeah.
Yeah, you can eat a dick.
That's funny.
'Cause I heard you did
when you tackled the naked pervert.
That's the best you can do?
Good thing you hit him in the chest.
Foot lower, you'd be filing
for maternity leave. (Laughs)
Well that's more action
than you've gotten in years, isn't it?
(Stevens sighs)
I heard you live with your
mom. How's that going?
His mother's a saint.
Yeah.
This one.
Don't leave.
(Grace muttering)
(Grace sighs)
Okay.
Seven.
(papers shuffling)
Oh my God.
(Grace grumbles)
Mikey, why is it you have to
be so good at hide and seek?
(Grace sighs)
(dog barking)
(camera shutter clicking)
(unsettling music)
(camera shutter clicking)
(unsettling music)
What the fuck?
(gun clicks)
Don't move, or I'll shoot!
Why? What are you gonna do?
Street meat?
Don't move, or I'll shoot!
I swear to God!
You swear to God?
You swear to God!
(intense music)
Okay, you got me.
I'll confess all my sins.
But tell me, what are
you gonna do about him?
Should have stayed
out of our business, Boot,
stuck to the weenie waggers.
That's what you're good at.
(fist thuds) (Grace grunts)
(gun clatters)
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(Grace breathing heavily)
(intense music fades)
(intense music)
(dumpster bangs)
What about me?
(gun cocks)
(shotgun blasts) (Grace gasps)
(Grace exhales)
Oh my God.
(video game sound effects)
You know what?
I need a break.
Which character should I play?
White Wolf?
White Wolf.
Damn it, Mikey.
No.
Okay, what is this?
0507... (mumbling)
That's a military grouping.
057...
05 would mean the fifth day.
Michael was killed in September,
so the 5th of September.
0700 hours, Zulu.
So that's gotta be...
We're on Pacific Standard Time,
so that's eight hours
ahead, so that's 23
2300 hours.
So that's 11:00 p.m.
So there's gotta be a message in here.
(Grace chuckles)
11:00 p.m.
Michael, you sly devil dog.
Holy shit.
New kicks?
[Dealer] I break ankles
in these kicks, son.
Got fleet feet, you know what I'm saying?
Look, brought the deal. Let's do this.
Gimme a sec.
[Dealer] I don't got time for this shit!
[Michael] The meeting went well.
[Caller] Yeah? Are they gonna play ball?
[Michael] Yeah, they sure are, boss.
They'll take 10 ki's a month
if we can get our hands on it.
Oh my God.
[Caller] Well, Thompson,
do we have that kind
of weight in our stash?
[Michael] I think we just might.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
(buttons clicking)
(intense music)
(button clicks)
(cellphone keys tapping)
[Laurie] This better be important.
I have the file.
[Laurie] Meet me in my office.
Okay.
[Laurie] Grace, wait.
Are you sure you're ready for this?
Yeah, I'm ready.
(cellphone beeps)
(dramatic music)
(engine rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
Laurie?
Laurie, you're never gonna believe...
Surprise.
Where's Laurie?
Oh, he's alive.
For now.
Gimme the folder, and we'll let Laurie go.
(Grace scoffs)
(Grace chuckles)
You think I would be that stupid
to bring the folder here with me?
Yeah. (Gun cocks)
I really do!
Look, I'll get you the folder.
Okay?
But we end this, and you let Laurie go.
Oh, we'll get to that soon enough.
But safety first. Unpack!
(tense music)
Slowly.
Two fingers.
And your backup.
It's in my purse.
Good. Turn around.
Put your hands on the
vehicle and... (chuckles)
Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.
Fuck you.
(gun butt whacks) (Grace grunts)
I wasn't asking!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You don't fucking listen,
just like your dipshit brother!
(Stevens cackles)
She's a tough cupcake, huh?
(gun whacks) (Grace grunts)
Don't tell me you don't
like it just a little bit.
I like this. I like this game.
I call this one The Sting
'cause I'm a Newman fan.
(palm slapping) (Grace grunting)
You okay? Can you hear?
Want another one?
Fuck you!
Yeah?
Fuck me. You want the real deal, huh?
I get it.
Feminism, equality, all that bullshit.
This one's...
It's a real bra burner. (Blows)
(tense music)
Boom, baby.
(bones crack) (gun clicks)
(fist slams)
(gun cocks)
(Stevens groaning)
My fucking hand!
Fuck you!
I'm gonna fucking kill you for this!
I will fucking kill you!
(foot stomps)
(trunk creaks)
(Grace chuckles)
(intense music)
(Stevens groaning)
Grace, you gotta let me
outta here right fucking now!
While you can still walk away, all right?
Fuck you!
I am gonna kill you.
And then I'm gonna kill
your boyfriend, Laurie.
Just drive.
Shut the fuck up!
(tense music)
You wanna know how your brother died?
He died screaming.
Because he died like the pig
fuck piece of shit that he was.
I put the second barrel of
my shotgun through his chest.
He still wasn't dead.
I had to reload the shotgun
while he was lying there
in a puddle of his own piss and blood.
And he was crying like a
baby, begging for his fucking life.
So you killed my brother?
Yeah, I killed your fucking brother.
And I'm gonna fucking kill you.
(shotgun blasts) (glass shatters)
(Steven grunts)
(high-pitched ringing)
Feel that thunder clap in your head?
That's your brain over
pressurizing from the force wall.
It's like a tiny little IED
that explodes right next to your head.
You know what they call it?
Being skull fucked.
(Stevens groans)
Now shut up and drive!
(intense music)
Move!
Fuck you!
Shut up!
Fuck!
Yeah, what?
Shut up.
- Fuck you!
- Move!
(no audio)
(tense music)
So the master plan is to add 10 years
to your sentence by kidnapping me?
Gotta say, I like where your head's at.
They just love dirty
cops in federal prison.
Yeah, keep playing fucking cute, Laurie.
You should know something.
Stevens, he's got your
little Gracie right now,
and I told him to do whatever
he wants to get what we need.
She's on her way to the FBI right now.
Yeah, I love your
positive attitude, Laurie.
You know what they say though.
You gotta keep your chin up.
(fist thuds)
(Laurie grunting)
What the fuck, man?
(Stevens coughing)
Stevens, what took so long?
(Stevens wheezing)
Bro, what's up with lurch?
Jesus, you look like shit, man.
(Stevens wheezing)
Tell me you got that bitch!
[Grace] LAPD! Put your
guns on the ground, now!
(guns blasting)
(blood spurts)
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
[Drug Dealer] Pablo just told me
they want to up it to 12 ki's a week.
We can do that, but we
gotta up the shipment.
We gotta make sure
we get this stuff on time.
I don't care. We gotta get it.
Stop making excuses and start doing it.
(shotgun blasts) (drug dealer shouts)
(drug dealer choking)
(tense music)
Give me those files.
(fist thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(light bulb buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(packers gasps)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(gun blasts)
(Grace grunts)
(shotgun blasts)
(Grace groans)
Look, this isn't personal, Laurie.
I hate all you cock suckers.
Bunch of fucking hypocrites
talking about the code
like it's a Boy Scout badge
for helping old ladies cross the street.
It's a fucking battle scar!
(plastic sheet rustling)
(suspenseful music)
And it's one that is earned with blood
and the will to make hard choices!
To kill off the junkies and the street rats
to give the good people out
there a fighting fucking chance!
So I'm guessing you're
a big fan of "Mein Kampf".
Black, White, red,
purple, I don't give a fuck.
(metal scraping)
Those scumbags will shoot, smoke, snort
or anything you put in their face,
and that's their own goddam fucking choice!
Their own free will.
They choose their fate.
I just seal it.
Some more of an Idi Amin type.
(Grace grunts)
(gangster grunts)
(gun blasts) (gangster grunts)
I am a soldier, a warrior for this city.
You, you're a fucking
speed bump to the progress,
an appendage that needs to be cut off.
Like I said, it ain't personal.
(pipe whacks) (Laurie shouts)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(gangsters laughing)
Oh, shit!
(gun blasting)
(Paulie growls)
(palm slaps)
Wake up, you piece of shit.
(tense music)
(chair sliding)
Don't die on me yet.
I'm only just getting started.
You can fade into black and all that shit
after you gimme those goddam files.
(Laurie chuckles)
Even if I had the files,
I'd never give 'em up.
You know,
my old man, he was a fucking bastard,
but he always told me
do what you love for a living
and you never work a day in your life.
And even though he
never worked a day in his...
(Laurie wailing)
Bastard or not,
he wasn't lying.
You're a fucking psycho.
This motherfucker shit himself.
- No way.
- Shit all over the back.
Hey, get the fuck up.
No way.
Go get me a fucking beer, boy.
It's like I was saying, put
his ass in the back of the car.
(suspenseful music) (faint chattering)
Huge as fuck.
Huge motherfucker, like that.
So I put him in the handcuffs.
Thanks.
(suspenseful music)
Craziest I ever saw.
I never seen so much
fucking shit in my life.
This motherfucker could
have taken me out no problem.
(Oscar laughs)
[Grace] LAPD. Drop your weapons!
(dramatic music)
What the fuck are you still doing here?
Caesar, over there. Jay, over there.
(dramatic music)
Grace?
Come out, Grace!
Let's talk about this.
(dramatic music)
(Caesar groans)
Come out, now!
Show yourself, bitch!
Don't make me shoot this kid, Grace.
(gun bangs)
I'm not fucking around, Grace.
Come out, now!
(gun bangs) (blood squelches)
(Oscar panting)
(soft music)
Are you okay?
You're okay. You're just in shock, okay?
You're fine.
Okay, it's not your blood.
You're totally fine, okay?
What I need you to do
is go down that corridor
and get out of here, okay?
Okay? It's okay.
You're fine.
Everything's gonna be just fine.
Just down there.
(suspenseful music)
Are you lost, little chica?
I can smell you, little chica.
You want me to end, bleed you out.
But you know what, bitch?
I think I see ya.
(gun bangs) (Grace grunts)
Boo! (Laughs)
Chica, chica.
You're in my fucking house now.
Oh yeah. (Speaking in foreign language)
Oh, you're fucking dead, bitch.
What?
No more stupid jokes?
From your little whore mouth?
Hm?
Looks like the cactus
is all out of thorns, huh?
You're gonna die, bitch.
Slow and ugly.
Fuck you.
Are you ready? (Breathing heavily)
(gun clicking)
I got something better for you, bitch.
You're gonna be begging me to end it.
(blade swishes)
I'm gonna cut that pretty
little fucking face you got.
(blade whooshes)
She's tough. I like that.
So when you beg, it'll feel so good.
You know, first, I'll cut
your tendons so you can't...
You can't crawl away
like a little cockroach.
And then, I'll push this
inside your little love purse.
(Montoya moans)
Oh yeah.
Cut you open like a zipper.
You're gonna look like
carne a sad a. (Cackles)
But I know how to get you moist.
(Montoya spits)
Get you nice and wet with your blood.
You like that, bitch?
Huh?
Yeah.
You know, shooting you
was business.
But cutting you open,
that's for me.
(suspenseful music)
Die!
(gun blasting) (Montoya shouting)
(Grace winces)
(Grace groans)
(Grace groans)
(Grace breathing heavily)
[Grace] Laurie.
Laurie, where are you?
Shit.
Grace, in here!
Shut the fuck up!
(fist thuds) (Laurie groans)
(Laurie coughing)
Thompson!
Keep your mouth shut.
(hand smacks) (Laurie shouts)
[Grace] Paulie, I have what you want.
Don't be stupid, Grace.
Grace, get outta here!
Take the files to Sergeant Powell.
(Paulie laughing)
Why are you laughing?
[Grace] Because Sergeant
Powell used to be in narco.
Yeah, he was.
Once in narco, you're always in narco,
protected all the way to the fucking top!
Take the files to Sergeant Powell,
see how that shit goes for you. (Laughing)
[Grace] Look, I have what you want.
Just let me come give it to you.
Don't do it, Grace.
One wrong move, and I
blow his fucking head off!
No, no, don't do that,
or I'm not gonna give
you my brother's files.
Okay, I'm just gonna
come in, nice and easy.
Don't do it.
Did you bring the files?
[Grace] I've got them with me.
I'm coming in.
Just don't fire.
(gun cocks)
Throw the gun in on the ground.
Slide it in.
(gun clatters)
[Grace] Okay, hold
your fire. I'm coming in.
Vest off.
(Velcro scratching)
Hurry up!
Put your hands up. Spin around.
(tense music)
Good. Now gimme the goddam files.
Let Laurie go.
Nah, that's not how this works, boo.
I have the files.
If you made any copies, I
will gut you like a fucking pig.
I didn't.
But just one question.
Why?
Why?
The drugs, the money, the power?
Why?
The purpose.
People are all just animals
until you give 'em a reason to live.
Me, I keep this city alive.
I'm its motherfucking lifeblood.
Without me, sewage floods the streets
and vermin feed on fucking babies.
Fenny wipes out the
junkies and the homeless.
It raises property values
and foreign investments,
making companies pay more taxes,
Making more schools, more libraries,
and more fucking hospitals,
and all that shit is because of me.
That.
That is a fucking purpose.
You should run for office.
Seriously, I'd vote for you.
Laurie, shut the fuck up!
(Paulie groans)
(gun bangs)
(suspenseful music)
(Paulie grunts)
(gun clicking)
(Grace grunting)
Get up!
(Grace grunting)
(bone cracks)
(Paulie grunting)
Grace!
(Grace breathing heavily)
Laurie, oh thank God, you're alive.
(Laurie groans)
What are those?
Here, these are Michaels.
Make sure they're safe.
[Laurie] Grace.
Yeah.
Good job, Boot.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(phone keys clicking)
(tex message whooshes)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(door opens)
(gun clicks)
I was hoping that it wasn't you.
Gracie? What are you
Don't fucking call me that!
I don't know what you're talking about.
(Grace scoffs)
Don't be stupid, Powell.
You're here because you got
a text message from a phone.
Paulie's phone.
You remember the night
that my brother was murdered?
He told you he was gonna go to the alleyway
to meet up with that drug dealer.
And then you messaged the narco squad.
You got him killed.
The only family that I had in this world,
and you got him killed!
Grace, the narcotics
unit, they're like the mob.
They run LA from
Beverly Hills to Hollywood.
They have dirt on everybody.
You're not the victim, Powell.
You were on the narco squad
before you made Sergeant.
FBI's gonna go through all your finances,
and they're gonna find
out who the bag man is.
My brother died
so you could have
college tuition for your kids?
You were right about one thing.
My brother is the definition of the code.
And he was a good officer.
You need to fess up to what you've done.
I loved Michael like a brother.
But I can't go to prison.
They'll tear me apart in there.
If I turn state's evidence,
they'll murder my family.
They know where I work, where I live,
where my kids go to school.
What choice do I have?
You've got one choice.
But it's more than you
ever gave my brother.
(siren wailing)
(grim music)
(gun magazine clicking)
(dramatic music)
[Michael] Our dad always knew
you had the soul of a warrior.
(dramatic music)
Drop to your knees and drop the gun now!
Put it down! Put it down!
(guns firing)
[Michael] You're the best of our family.
I know you're my little
sister, but I look up to you.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic music continues)
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(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(intense percussive music)
(intense music continues)
(intense music continues)
(glasses clink)
(ominous music)
Are you lost, little chica?
I can smell you, little chica.
You want to play a game?
Can smell that fear on you.
I saw it in your black little eyes.
You want to die.
(detective grunts)
(gun banging)
(assailant groans)
Where you at, miha?
You want me to end you, bleed you out.
But you know what, bitch?
I think I see ya.
(gun fires) (detective grunts)
(assailant cackles)
Chica, chica.
You came all the way down here to see me?
Wakey.
Oh, you're fucking dead, bitch.
You're in my fucking house now.
Dead end, chica.
(gun cocks)
What?
No more stupid jokes from
your little whore mouth?
Hm?
Looks like the little cactus
is all out of thorns now, huh?
You're gonna die, bitch.
Slow and ugly.
(suspenseful music)
(music ends)
(solemn music)
Congratulations, officers.
Each and every one of you
have been tested over the last few months
and proved yourselves worthy
to serve the great state of California
as well as our home city of Los Angeles.
You've answered the call,
the call to serve in the
noblest of professions,
out of a sense of honor,
duty, and sacrifice.
Today you join the ranks of police officers
everywhere around the world
in upholding our sacred code of honor.
Today marks the continuation
of a 40-year family legacy in the LAPD.
Sergeant Abe Thompson served
the LAPD proudly for 30 years.
Although Sergeant
Thompson is no longer with us,
his son, Michael, is now
a 10-year LAPD veteran.
And today, Abe's daughter
and Michael's sister
joins the family in a tradition of service.
Grace Thompson, who served two tours
in the United States Marines,
will carry the torch of justice forward
for the next generation.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Officer Grace Thompson.
(audience applauding)
(applause continues)
(patrons chattering)
Grace?
Grace Thompson?
Yeah, that's me.
I'm Sergeant Andy Powell.
Oh!
Yes, you're Michael's
old narco squad partner?
Oh my gosh! He told me so much about you.
Where is Michael?
Michael's working on
an assignment tonight,
so he asked me to come
in and check in on you.
[Patron] Hey, Detective Powell!
Gotcha.
He's my brother from another mother.
Oh, well then that would make me
your sister from another mister.
Well it's finally nice to meet you.
Good to meet you.
Oh, wow!
Hey, quite a handshake you got there.
(Grace laughs)
Michael said we'd have another Devil Dog.
Good to have another jar head in the LAPD.
Yeah, thanks.
This outfit feels so
ridiculous with this dress.
This is a very serious police tradition.
Plus, you can't be throwing
up on your dress blues.
Wisdom earned, I'm sure.
Exactly.
(Grace gasps)
(patron guffawing)
Sergeant.
Oh.
Nice.
Booby.
Booty.
I mean booties.
I know you.
Yes.
Michael's kid sister.
[Grace] Yeah.
Oh my gosh.
Hi!
How are you, Laurie?
I'm still the most beloved man
in the Los Angeles Police Department.
Okay, okay. Get on outta here.
Sir.
Yes, sir!
Gotcha.
What does he do again?
Internal affairs.
Right.
He's the reason no one
worries about being investigated,
'cause he's too drunk to work the cases.
Well, that's comforting.
Welcome to the LAPD.
(bottle knock)
Thanks for having me.
Woo!
So this must be.
Mikey's famous sister
that he always talks about.
Is that right?
Officer Grace Thompson,
I'd like you to meet the
rest of the narco squad.
Detective Paulie, Hancock, and Stevens.
I'm Stevens. He's Hancock.
You can tell because
he is still wearing the suit
his mother bought him when
he graduated high school.
Oh.
What about this Hawaiian shirt?
I mean, why don't you have one on?
Please.
Wouldn't catch me
fucking dead in those rags.
I mean, I think it's kind of cute.
See?
Well, don't let their looks fool you.
Once you get to know 'em better,
they're really horrible people.
(Grace gasps)
Ah, we ain't that bad.
So, Mikey said that you're
some sort of MMA badass.
Is that right?
Oh, no.
So, what, you got a bunch of black belts
and shin then, yeah?
Only to hold up my pants.
Woo!
Aw, don't be so modest.
Mikey told me you've been
following him to the dojo
ever since you were five years old.
Traded in your Barbie
dolls for a choke hold.
Ooh.
I bet you prom date had
a rough night, then, yeah?
(Grace chuckles)
I definitely whipped him into submission.
(group laughing)
Well, so look, we got a table over there
if you want to bring her along,
buy a couple drinks, yeah?
We'll be over in a bit.
[Paulie] All right.
[Grace] Definitely.
You know where to find us.
Welcome aboard.
I love the hat.
Oh, thanks.
They seem nice.
So, did Michael get you up to speed
on the training rotation?
Wait, what do you mean?
I've been assigned to
be your training officer.
Great!
And your brother asked that I...
Let's see, how did he put it?
Ride your ass into the ground.
(Grace scoffs)
Of course he did.
And speak of the
devil. That's Michael now.
He needs a little bit more information
on the purpose of these meetings.
I'll be right back.
You can't miss me win King Boot though.
Oh, hell no!
Your brother asked me to take pictures
for your family scrapbook.
Oh, great.
Incriminating photos.
Oh, yeah. It's all about the evidence.
(Grace laughs)
New kicks?
I break ankles in these kicks, son.
Got flee feet. Know what I'm saying?
Look, brought the deal. Let's do this, cuz.
Hold on, just gimme a sec.
I don't got time for this shit!
Solemn occasion has arrived.
[Patrons] Boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot!
(dramatic music)
Rookies, present boots!
(boots stomping)
Present arms!
The first empty shoe
will be crowned King Boot.
[Patrons] Boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot!
Make us proud.
[Patrons] Boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot!
(music playing on cell phone)
(Michael laughing)
Look at that score.
Come on.
Weak!
Death Dealer 2's the shit.
Come on, man, DD sucks. Graphics are ass.
We're gonna do this or what?
'Cause I ain't waiting on your ass!
I'll bounce!
(Michael sighs)
Where's the stuff?
See? Dreams come true.
Now where's the fucking money?
Hey, it's right here. Chill.
(dramatic music)
Come on!
[Patrons] Boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot.
(tense music)
(gun clicks)
What the fuck are you thinking?
I'm sorry, man! Please, cuz.
(gun cocks)
They put me up to it! Don't do this!
I'm sorry!
Yeah, and it's about to
get a hell of a lot worse.
(suspenseful music)
(gun cocks)
(shotgun blasts) (Michael grunts)
[Patrons] Boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot, boot,
boot, boot, boot!
Woo!
(patrons cheering and applauding)
Yeah!
(Michael choking)
(shotgun blasts)
Ready!
Fire! (Guns blast)
(somber music)
(guns blast)
Ready!
Aim!
Fire! (Guns blast)
Halt!
(guns clicking)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
I'm very sorry for your loss.
Your brother and I worked
very closely together.
He always felt comfortable talking to me.
Here.
If you ever need anything,
call me.
Thank you
(door opens)
(keys jangle)
(door closes)
(no audio)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
[Michael] Gracie, I
didn't want to give you this
in front of a bunch of drunk cops,
because they know how much I love you
and make your life hell.
I'm so proud of you, Gracie,
not just for being a kick-ass Marine MP
and graduating top honors
from the police academy,
you show-off.
I'm proud because you
fought for justice the right way,
the hard way.
Our dad always knew you
had the soul of a warrior,
and he wanted you to have his ring.
You're the best of our family.
I know you're my little
sister, but I look up to you.
I love you, Gracie.
(somber music)
(television beeping)
(hard rock music)
(hard rock music continues)
(no audio)
Thompson.
Grace.
You don't have to start tonight.
They give you another
week of bereavement leave,
and there's no shame in that.
Michael would've wanted
Michael would've wanted
me to stay at my post.
This m...
This officer wants to be at her post.
(siren wailing in the distance)
Not bad, boo.
This isn't my first time
around a police car, sir.
Oh, that's right.
You were a badass military MP.
(Grace clears throat)
Well, let me guess.
You were writing speeding tickets
and busting shoplifters at the PX.
You mean the MCX, sir. The PX was Army.
Whatever.
I just need you to know
this isn't some sleepy military base.
This is the City of Angels,
one of the meanest towns
you'll ever come to know.
Well this Marine was not stationed
at some sleepy military base.
I only ever saw war zones.
Oh, well thank God.
Maybe you won't get us killed out there.
Because tonight, it's all about you.
I give the orders, you make the stops.
Understood, sir.
Okay.
Get in the damn car.
Yes, sir.
(car door opens)
(anxious orchestral music)
(anxious music continues)
That regulation, boo?
It was my dad's. Michael gave it to me.
Well take it off.
I don't want the brass to clock it.
Will do.
He was a good man.
The best.
Unwavering loyalty.
Impeccable instincts.
One of the toughest sons
of bitches I ever knew.
He defined it, you know.
Defined what?
The code.
He lived it.
Always honest.
Sometimes to a fault.
Thank you, Sergeant.
That really does mean
a lot, you saying that.
Light him up.
Black sedan, illegal lane change.
(siren wailing)
Expired plates.
Head on a swivel, Thompson.
Head always on a swivel.
I wanna see you all the
way through this stop.
I'll watch it from here.
Yes, sir.
(car beeping)
(car door closes)
Atta girl.
Good evening.
Can I see your license
and registration, sir?
Be right back.
(car door opens)
What's next?
We check to see if he has
any outstanding warrants.
Good.
Sergeant, it looks like he, eh
is wanted for a 488.
What do you wanna do?
Take him into custody.
All right, pull him out.
Okay.
(car door opens and closes)
Sir, I'm gonna have to ask
you to exit the vehicle, please.
[Driver] What is this?
Oh, he's a big one.
Look at you, Gracie, trying
to make a name for yourself
first day on the job.
Put your left hand behind your back.
Put your left hand behind your back, sir.
(handcuffs rattling)
(driver grunts) (dramatic music)
(fist thudding)
(driver choking)
Gotcha.
Fuck!
(fist thudding)
That's enough. That's enough!
Get on your stomach!
Get on your stomach!
Put your hands behind your head!
(handcuffs rattling)
You got it.
(officers chattering)
[Grace] Move.
Let's get up.
Get up!
Here.
I got him. I got him.
(Grace exhales)
(trunk opens)
Sergeant Powell.
Hey. (Knocks on window)
You got a permit for that?
(curious music)
Whoa.
Sergeant Powell.
What do you got?
I think this is Fentanyl
and a crap load of cash.
Yep, that's a butt load of toe tag dope.
Stand back. I'll call narcos.
Wait a minute, this is our bust.
Two breaths of this
stuff, we'll overdose.
Let narcos handle it.
This is bullshit!
No, this is the job, Thompson.
Dispatch, this is 163.
I need an narco squad on Britain Road
behind the Pet Hut warehouse.
This is not okay.
As an MP, if I made a
bust, it would be my bust.
This ain't the Marines.
You're damn straight
it's not the Marines,
'cause in the Marines,
you would foster some sense of justice,
and we would do good for the community.
Do good?
Yeah.
Take a look at that over there.
(Laurie snoring)
That's what happens to
do-gooders in this department.
Shit, I feel safer already, don't you?
So he can't hold his liquor.
He's an IA, and nobody likes him.
I mean, I would probably
drink myself to death
if nobody liked me in the entire world.
See, that's that young,
dumb Marine talking.
Come back to me when you've
had a few years in the field.
Wise cop knows, keep your head down,
you do what they tell you,
and maybe, just maybe,
you'll live to your retirement.
Beat cops are the unsung heroes.
We take all their shit but get zero glory.
We're the ones that stand
between the upstanding citizens
and the monsters that lurk in the shadows.
(door opens)
Jimmy Bones. What's up, buddy?
Good to see you, man. Good to see you.
How you doing? How you doing?
Woo! (Claps)
If it ain't the luckiest boot
that ever walked a beat.
Yeah, Michael wasn't
kidding about you, man.
You one badass bitch.
Wa!
Hey, King Boot, I'd
like to buy you a drink.
No thanks, Paulie. We
can buy our own drinks.
Don't insult me, pal.
Bartender, can I get
two shots and two beers
for these two fine, distinguished officers?
Hey, Powell, she don't look happy.
What's the matter, King
Boot, you not happy?
Leave her alone, Paulie.
(Paulie laughing)
Ah, gotta move.
You stole my caller.
Stole your caller?
Yeah.
Listen, you're new around here, slick,
so I'm gonna fill you in on how things go.
Nobody, and I mean nobody,
moves 25 pounds of Fenny in my town
without me being all over it from the jump.
All right, you stumble fucked
your way into my investigation
and you almost blew the whole fucking case.
The hell I did!
Lock it down, Thompson. That's an order.
Thanks for the drinks. Paulie.
Yours are getting warm.
We're on the same side, right?
(Paulie scoffs)
Yeah.
Whatever you say, pal.
He's wrong.
I counted 10 bags,
so what happened to the other five?
So you miscounted.
No, sir, I don't miscount.
I thought...
There's no way
Easy.
Let it go.
No!
Okay?
I'm not wrong on this, okay?
I don't miscount.
As a marine
Grace.
You just got body slammed
by a 300-pound monster.
Your heart is racing, your
eyes are filled with blood.
Anyone can make a mistake.
I don't.
Grace, you need to
stop picking at this scab.
You did a great job today. Enjoy it.
You brother would be proud.
To Michael.
To Michael.
(glasses clink)
(pills rattling)
(water running)
(tense music)
(Grace exhales)
(ring clinking)
(Grace sighs)
(somber music)
Suck it up, buttercup.
Suck it up.
One, drill sergeant.
Two, drill sergeant.
Three, drill sergeant.
Four, drill sergeant.
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
Hi.
(infant cooing)
Hello. Welcome.
It's a hot one today.
(pacifier rattling)
(hip hop music playing on radio)
(muffled chattering)
(muffled chattering continues)
(pacifier rattling)
(hip hop music playing on radio)
(pacifier rattling)
(soft piano music)
(soft piano music continues)
(gun rattles)
Hey, kid, what do you
think you're doing, hm?
Look, I'm a cop.
How old are you?
Uh, 14.
You're 14?
You know, if this went off accidentally
and you killed somebody,
it's gonna be murder or manslaughter,
and they're not gonna
process you for juvie;
They're gonna process you for prison.
You're gonna go to jail
with all of those murderers and rapists.
You know how they're gonna look at you?
Like Christmas candy.
Yeah.
Okay?
Stay right here.
I'll be right back.
(pacifier rattling)
(upbeat hip hop music)
Hey, guys.
LAPD.
You guys are loitering.
I need to ask you to vacate the premises.
You're gonna get hurt, bitch.
Look, I don't wanna
cause any trouble, okay?
(belt whacks)
(gangster groaning)
I really don't like you.
I'm gonna get you, bitch.
I'm gonna cut that fucking
pretty little face you got.
Watch out.
(speaking in foreign language)
Bitch.
Can I help you?
(gangster groans)
(knee slams) (gangster groans)
(knee slams) (gangster groans)
Now let's go. Get in the fucking car.
Fucking embarrassing.
Tiempo's coming.
You better sleep with one eye open, bitch.
You ain't the first bitch I've cut up.
Oscar!
You, too, you fucking fat bastard!
I'll be seeing your mom,
too, fucking dope fiend!
It's got your name on it.
That badge don't mean shit to me, bitch.
You know who the fuck I am?
Have a great day, guys!
Fuck you, bitch!
[Gangster] Let's fucking go, man.
Make sure to drive the speed limit!
(engine starts)
You don't want a ticket.
(engine revs)
(soft piano music)
Okay, look, kid. Today's your lucky day.
Could have called this in,
and you could have gone
to prison, just like those guys.
But I'm not going to.
Wicked said that he'd
put my mom back on dope
if I didn't do what he said.
Wicked?
And what's his real name?
Montoya.
Javier Montoya.
He's my sister's boyfriend.
Okay.
And what is your name?
Oscar Sosa.
Oscar Sosa. Okay.
I'm Grace. It's good to meet you.
You need to make some adult choices.
You can choose to go live your life,
or you can choose to be like them.
So, go live your life.
Go.
(soft piano music)
Okay, I'll take the water and the orange.
Sure. $1.50 please.
Do you have some aspirin?
Yeah, I have aspirin. Yes, ma'am.
What are those?
Oh, these?
These are actually for the sex.
It works really well.
I guess I'll take one of those.
Sarge wants me to get a file
from a bust that happened yesterday.
Case number?
It's 00657.
This'll take a minute.
This thing's ancient.
Okay.
Aw, your kids are so cute!
[Officer] Thanks. Got any of your one?
No, no, no. It's not my thing.
Thanks.
(keyboard clicking)
(mysterious music)
Holy shit.
(dramatic music)
Wait, is this everything?
Everything logged for
that case number? Yeah.
Right. Thanks.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
Okay, Mikey, what am I supposed to do?
You always knew what to do.
Laurie.
(dramatic music)
(engine shuts off)
(dramatic music fades)
Hey, brought you some tea.
Evening, Officer Thompson,
You're sober.
Very perceptive.
You might make detective someday.
Maybe.
Wait, was it just an act?
Tell me, what brings you to my office?
What if I told you that I had information
that a crime has been committed?
Call a cop.
What if it was done by cops?
What is this all about, Officer Thompson?
I can't give you specifics.
You don't wanna be a snitch.
Something like that.
Tell me, does this have something to do
with the narco squad?
How do you know that?
And if you know that,
then why haven't you
done anything about it?
Knowing and proving
are two different things.
I know donuts are bad for me.
My wife can't prove it.
(paper bag rustles)
You're hesitant. Makes sense.
Suppose even in the Marines,
you live by a code of silence.
What about the code of right and wrong?
I took the oath, and I know my duty.
What if I told you this whole mess
had something to do with your brother?
(curious music)
Your brother was an honorable man.
He saw an injustice happening,
and he had the courage to act.
And it cost him his life.
Okay, so how is Michael
caught up in all of this?
He came to me with a
story about a gang of cops
who'd lost their way,
turned their backs on
the citizens of the city
and betrayed their oaths.
For money.
It's always money.
No other reason to risk everything.
No other reason to turn on your own
or murder one of your own.
Do you have evidence?
Do you?
I don't know.
You don't know, and I'm too late.
What does that mean?
Yesterday I got word from one of my CIs
that your brother was set up.
He knew the dealer that...
What's the dealer's name?
It's not important.
The dealer was just a bitch boy for narco.
Someone on the squad found out Michael
was collecting evidence
and wanted him gone.
Okay.
So we need to find dirt on narco
so we can connect them to Michael.
I don't know if this is gonna help,
but there is 25 pounds of fentanyl
missing from the evidence room.
Jesus Christ.
That could kill a city.
Do you have proof?
Not exactly,
but I just have this feeling
that the narco squad
has been taking all
the drugs on their busts
and then selling them or trading them.
Shit, I know all that.
I need hard evidence.
I'll get it.
All right.
You played your hand. Now I'll play mine.
Your brother had files
with all the evidence he was collecting.
He hid it, didn't tell me where.
I need you to help me find it.
I looked through all of his
stuff right after the funeral
and I didn't see anything.
Michael said whoever
found it would really know him.
I figure who knew him
better than his kid sister?
Does this mean anything to you?
"Follow the white wolf."
Is white wolf Marine speak for anything?
Not that I know of, but
Michael was in force recon.
So, maybe, but I don't really know.
This is lot for you to handle.
I'm sorry you're dealing
with all this right now,
especially when you should be
Mourning my brother?
Well, he wouldn't want that.
And our father didn't raise us that way.
By investigating this
and solving the issue,
that's honoring my brother.
Good to know you're on the job.
Let me know if you find
the files or anything else.
And don't call my phone
again unless it's an emergency.
Well, how am I supposed
to get a hold of you?
You never know who's listening.
You know where to find me.
(dramatic music)
What the heck is white
wolf, white wolf, white wolf.
(dramatic music)
Come on, Michael, talk to me.
Show me a sign.
(Grace sighs)
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(engine rumbling)
I know you.
(suspenseful music)
(engine revs)
(suspenseful music)
(engine revs)
Go! Go, go, go!
(suspenseful music)
(engine revs)
Go, go, go, go, go! Go, go!
I'm gonna fucking get you, bitch.
(suspenseful music)
I can taste you! I can fucking taste you!
(engine revving)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
We got this bitch!
(tires squealing)
Oh, shit!
(tires squealing)
This fucking bitch.
(suspenseful music)
(engine revs)
Go! Go, go, go, go, go!
Fucking losing her!
(engine revs)
(tires squealing)
Go, go, go, go, go!
Go left, go left, go left, go left!
(tires squealing)
There she is, there she is, there she is!
Fucking losing her! Hurry up!
(engine roaring)
I fucking got you now, bitch.
(tires squeal)
She's going right, she's
going right, she's going...
She's fucking going right!
Fucking puto!
Turn around! Go!
(suspenseful music)
(engine rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
Fucking lost her, you fucking dumb-ass.
Keep your eyes open, homie.
(suspenseful music)
Hey, hey! She's behind us.
She's behind us! (Laughing)
Oh, she's a slippery little fucking bitch.
Pull around right here.
Turn around, turn around.
This fucking bitch is
gonna fucking pay now.
(suspenseful music)
(gun clicks)
LAPD! Get outta the car!
(suspenseful music)
Fuck you, bitch.
(engine revs)
(engine revs)
(flame whooshing)
(lighter clicking)
(engine revs)
(tires skidding)
(suspenseful music)
(engine whirring)
Thompson. So nice of you to join us.
You know, I thought Marines
were supposed to be punctual.
You know, my teenage
daughters can show up on time,
and they're 14 years old.
Sorry, sir. It won't happen again.
Hold the horse shit and get in.
Yes, sir.
I did your checklist
since, you know, I didn't
have anything else to do.
Where the hell were you?
Sorry, it was just a weird day.
(engine starts)
(motorcycle engine rumbling)
Did you file a report?
No.
Technically they didn't do anything,
so legally I can't file a report.
And I'm sure everyone at the precincts
will get a kick out of the woman
who filed a report over nothing.
Well, legally, maybe not.
But this was a high-speed pursuit, right?
And if they know what you drive,
then they know where you live, right?
(tense music)
So you're not safe.
I'd rather be judged by 12
than carried by six, Gracie.
(Grace clears throat)
What?
Nothing, it's...
He used to call me that.
Oh, I didn't mean to
No, it was actually kind of nice.
It just reminds me of him.
Yeah. He wanted me to look out for you.
I thought he asked you
to ride me into the ground.
(Andy chuckles)
Well, life's doing enough of that,
so I'll cut you some slack.
Thanks.
But you need to find
someplace else to stay,
like a boyfriend's house or something?
Boyfriend?
Or girlfriend. I don't know.
Look, you just need to find another place
to stay for a while.
This is a warning shot.
It's not over.
(dramatic music)
She's got no drive, you know?
[Grace] Mm-hm.
All she wants to do is
play on the Instant Gram.
She's got two more
years left of high school,
and we have to start
playing for college soon.
(tense music)
Right. College.
But how do you earn a scholarship
when you don't give a shit about anything
other than who liked
your pictures or whatever?
You know, honestly, I blame myself,
and so does my wife, for spoiling her,
but it's too late now.
Tuition's gonna break us
if we don't find something she can excel at
other than Tick Toggling
or makeup tutorials.
What you doing?
I wanna check something out.
(tense music)
Is this where...
This is where Michael died.
(radio static crackles)
[Dispatcher] 288 in progress.
All units in the area. 288 in progress...
Thompson, that's us.
Come on, let's go.
[Dispatch] Cross street is Underhill.
Dispatch, this this is Car 161, en route.
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
(keyboard clicking)
You've got 20 minutes
left to go on your shift.
Think you'll be done in time?
Yeah, I'm almost done.
But I definitely need to
get some more coffee soon.
[Andy] Well, you know where it is.
Yeah.
55,000 in cash, three
ghost guns, two ARs,
3.000 rounds of ammunition, and 260 pounds-
265, Hancock.
265 pounds of methamphetamine
we took off the streets.
Wow.
Gonna be hard remembering that number.
You talking, Thompson?
Yeah, what's that?
Oh, yeah, I'm just saying
it's really impressive, that number.
It's gonna be really hard
to remember that amount
when you go to the evidence room.
Right?
You know those little bags.
Kind of slippery.
Aw!
Boot's still butt hurt
about our Fenny bust.
You mean my Fenny bust.
What's the problem there, Boot?
Not getting enough (clicks
tongue) action on the job?
Yeah.
Fuck you.
Fuck me?
What about your big bust tonight, huh?
That was some pretty
impressive police work she did.
Yeah.
Yeah, our rookie super
cop of the year over here
arrested a 288.
Lewd conduct.
And she got the weenie
wagger all by herself.
Not all heroes wear capes, Thompson.
Yeah.
Yeah, you can eat a dick.
That's funny.
'Cause I heard you did
when you tackled the naked pervert.
That's the best you can do?
Good thing you hit him in the chest.
Foot lower, you'd be filing
for maternity leave. (Laughs)
Well that's more action
than you've gotten in years, isn't it?
(Stevens sighs)
I heard you live with your
mom. How's that going?
His mother's a saint.
Yeah.
This one.
Don't leave.
(Grace muttering)
(Grace sighs)
Okay.
Seven.
(papers shuffling)
Oh my God.
(Grace grumbles)
Mikey, why is it you have to
be so good at hide and seek?
(Grace sighs)
(dog barking)
(camera shutter clicking)
(unsettling music)
(camera shutter clicking)
(unsettling music)
What the fuck?
(gun clicks)
Don't move, or I'll shoot!
Why? What are you gonna do?
Street meat?
Don't move, or I'll shoot!
I swear to God!
You swear to God?
You swear to God!
(intense music)
Okay, you got me.
I'll confess all my sins.
But tell me, what are
you gonna do about him?
Should have stayed
out of our business, Boot,
stuck to the weenie waggers.
That's what you're good at.
(fist thuds) (Grace grunts)
(gun clatters)
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(Grace breathing heavily)
(intense music fades)
(intense music)
(dumpster bangs)
What about me?
(gun cocks)
(shotgun blasts) (Grace gasps)
(Grace exhales)
Oh my God.
(video game sound effects)
You know what?
I need a break.
Which character should I play?
White Wolf?
White Wolf.
Damn it, Mikey.
No.
Okay, what is this?
0507... (mumbling)
That's a military grouping.
057...
05 would mean the fifth day.
Michael was killed in September,
so the 5th of September.
0700 hours, Zulu.
So that's gotta be...
We're on Pacific Standard Time,
so that's eight hours
ahead, so that's 23
2300 hours.
So that's 11:00 p.m.
So there's gotta be a message in here.
(Grace chuckles)
11:00 p.m.
Michael, you sly devil dog.
Holy shit.
New kicks?
[Dealer] I break ankles
in these kicks, son.
Got fleet feet, you know what I'm saying?
Look, brought the deal. Let's do this.
Gimme a sec.
[Dealer] I don't got time for this shit!
[Michael] The meeting went well.
[Caller] Yeah? Are they gonna play ball?
[Michael] Yeah, they sure are, boss.
They'll take 10 ki's a month
if we can get our hands on it.
Oh my God.
[Caller] Well, Thompson,
do we have that kind
of weight in our stash?
[Michael] I think we just might.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
(buttons clicking)
(intense music)
(button clicks)
(cellphone keys tapping)
[Laurie] This better be important.
I have the file.
[Laurie] Meet me in my office.
Okay.
[Laurie] Grace, wait.
Are you sure you're ready for this?
Yeah, I'm ready.
(cellphone beeps)
(dramatic music)
(engine rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
Laurie?
Laurie, you're never gonna believe...
Surprise.
Where's Laurie?
Oh, he's alive.
For now.
Gimme the folder, and we'll let Laurie go.
(Grace scoffs)
(Grace chuckles)
You think I would be that stupid
to bring the folder here with me?
Yeah. (Gun cocks)
I really do!
Look, I'll get you the folder.
Okay?
But we end this, and you let Laurie go.
Oh, we'll get to that soon enough.
But safety first. Unpack!
(tense music)
Slowly.
Two fingers.
And your backup.
It's in my purse.
Good. Turn around.
Put your hands on the
vehicle and... (chuckles)
Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.
Fuck you.
(gun butt whacks) (Grace grunts)
I wasn't asking!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You don't fucking listen,
just like your dipshit brother!
(Stevens cackles)
She's a tough cupcake, huh?
(gun whacks) (Grace grunts)
Don't tell me you don't
like it just a little bit.
I like this. I like this game.
I call this one The Sting
'cause I'm a Newman fan.
(palm slapping) (Grace grunting)
You okay? Can you hear?
Want another one?
Fuck you!
Yeah?
Fuck me. You want the real deal, huh?
I get it.
Feminism, equality, all that bullshit.
This one's...
It's a real bra burner. (Blows)
(tense music)
Boom, baby.
(bones crack) (gun clicks)
(fist slams)
(gun cocks)
(Stevens groaning)
My fucking hand!
Fuck you!
I'm gonna fucking kill you for this!
I will fucking kill you!
(foot stomps)
(trunk creaks)
(Grace chuckles)
(intense music)
(Stevens groaning)
Grace, you gotta let me
outta here right fucking now!
While you can still walk away, all right?
Fuck you!
I am gonna kill you.
And then I'm gonna kill
your boyfriend, Laurie.
Just drive.
Shut the fuck up!
(tense music)
You wanna know how your brother died?
He died screaming.
Because he died like the pig
fuck piece of shit that he was.
I put the second barrel of
my shotgun through his chest.
He still wasn't dead.
I had to reload the shotgun
while he was lying there
in a puddle of his own piss and blood.
And he was crying like a
baby, begging for his fucking life.
So you killed my brother?
Yeah, I killed your fucking brother.
And I'm gonna fucking kill you.
(shotgun blasts) (glass shatters)
(Steven grunts)
(high-pitched ringing)
Feel that thunder clap in your head?
That's your brain over
pressurizing from the force wall.
It's like a tiny little IED
that explodes right next to your head.
You know what they call it?
Being skull fucked.
(Stevens groans)
Now shut up and drive!
(intense music)
Move!
Fuck you!
Shut up!
Fuck!
Yeah, what?
Shut up.
- Fuck you!
- Move!
(no audio)
(tense music)
So the master plan is to add 10 years
to your sentence by kidnapping me?
Gotta say, I like where your head's at.
They just love dirty
cops in federal prison.
Yeah, keep playing fucking cute, Laurie.
You should know something.
Stevens, he's got your
little Gracie right now,
and I told him to do whatever
he wants to get what we need.
She's on her way to the FBI right now.
Yeah, I love your
positive attitude, Laurie.
You know what they say though.
You gotta keep your chin up.
(fist thuds)
(Laurie grunting)
What the fuck, man?
(Stevens coughing)
Stevens, what took so long?
(Stevens wheezing)
Bro, what's up with lurch?
Jesus, you look like shit, man.
(Stevens wheezing)
Tell me you got that bitch!
[Grace] LAPD! Put your
guns on the ground, now!
(guns blasting)
(blood spurts)
(intense music)
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[Drug Dealer] Pablo just told me
they want to up it to 12 ki's a week.
We can do that, but we
gotta up the shipment.
We gotta make sure
we get this stuff on time.
I don't care. We gotta get it.
Stop making excuses and start doing it.
(shotgun blasts) (drug dealer shouts)
(drug dealer choking)
(tense music)
Give me those files.
(fist thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(light bulb buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(packers gasps)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(gun blasts)
(Grace grunts)
(shotgun blasts)
(Grace groans)
Look, this isn't personal, Laurie.
I hate all you cock suckers.
Bunch of fucking hypocrites
talking about the code
like it's a Boy Scout badge
for helping old ladies cross the street.
It's a fucking battle scar!
(plastic sheet rustling)
(suspenseful music)
And it's one that is earned with blood
and the will to make hard choices!
To kill off the junkies and the street rats
to give the good people out
there a fighting fucking chance!
So I'm guessing you're
a big fan of "Mein Kampf".
Black, White, red,
purple, I don't give a fuck.
(metal scraping)
Those scumbags will shoot, smoke, snort
or anything you put in their face,
and that's their own goddam fucking choice!
Their own free will.
They choose their fate.
I just seal it.
Some more of an Idi Amin type.
(Grace grunts)
(gangster grunts)
(gun blasts) (gangster grunts)
I am a soldier, a warrior for this city.
You, you're a fucking
speed bump to the progress,
an appendage that needs to be cut off.
Like I said, it ain't personal.
(pipe whacks) (Laurie shouts)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(gangsters laughing)
Oh, shit!
(gun blasting)
(Paulie growls)
(palm slaps)
Wake up, you piece of shit.
(tense music)
(chair sliding)
Don't die on me yet.
I'm only just getting started.
You can fade into black and all that shit
after you gimme those goddam files.
(Laurie chuckles)
Even if I had the files,
I'd never give 'em up.
You know,
my old man, he was a fucking bastard,
but he always told me
do what you love for a living
and you never work a day in your life.
And even though he
never worked a day in his...
(Laurie wailing)
Bastard or not,
he wasn't lying.
You're a fucking psycho.
This motherfucker shit himself.
- No way.
- Shit all over the back.
Hey, get the fuck up.
No way.
Go get me a fucking beer, boy.
It's like I was saying, put
his ass in the back of the car.
(suspenseful music) (faint chattering)
Huge as fuck.
Huge motherfucker, like that.
So I put him in the handcuffs.
Thanks.
(suspenseful music)
Craziest I ever saw.
I never seen so much
fucking shit in my life.
This motherfucker could
have taken me out no problem.
(Oscar laughs)
[Grace] LAPD. Drop your weapons!
(dramatic music)
What the fuck are you still doing here?
Caesar, over there. Jay, over there.
(dramatic music)
Grace?
Come out, Grace!
Let's talk about this.
(dramatic music)
(Caesar groans)
Come out, now!
Show yourself, bitch!
Don't make me shoot this kid, Grace.
(gun bangs)
I'm not fucking around, Grace.
Come out, now!
(gun bangs) (blood squelches)
(Oscar panting)
(soft music)
Are you okay?
You're okay. You're just in shock, okay?
You're fine.
Okay, it's not your blood.
You're totally fine, okay?
What I need you to do
is go down that corridor
and get out of here, okay?
Okay? It's okay.
You're fine.
Everything's gonna be just fine.
Just down there.
(suspenseful music)
Are you lost, little chica?
I can smell you, little chica.
You want me to end, bleed you out.
But you know what, bitch?
I think I see ya.
(gun bangs) (Grace grunts)
Boo! (Laughs)
Chica, chica.
You're in my fucking house now.
Oh yeah. (Speaking in foreign language)
Oh, you're fucking dead, bitch.
What?
No more stupid jokes?
From your little whore mouth?
Hm?
Looks like the cactus
is all out of thorns, huh?
You're gonna die, bitch.
Slow and ugly.
Fuck you.
Are you ready? (Breathing heavily)
(gun clicking)
I got something better for you, bitch.
You're gonna be begging me to end it.
(blade swishes)
I'm gonna cut that pretty
little fucking face you got.
(blade whooshes)
She's tough. I like that.
So when you beg, it'll feel so good.
You know, first, I'll cut
your tendons so you can't...
You can't crawl away
like a little cockroach.
And then, I'll push this
inside your little love purse.
(Montoya moans)
Oh yeah.
Cut you open like a zipper.
You're gonna look like
carne a sad a. (Cackles)
But I know how to get you moist.
(Montoya spits)
Get you nice and wet with your blood.
You like that, bitch?
Huh?
Yeah.
You know, shooting you
was business.
But cutting you open,
that's for me.
(suspenseful music)
Die!
(gun blasting) (Montoya shouting)
(Grace winces)
(Grace groans)
(Grace groans)
(Grace breathing heavily)
[Grace] Laurie.
Laurie, where are you?
Shit.
Grace, in here!
Shut the fuck up!
(fist thuds) (Laurie groans)
(Laurie coughing)
Thompson!
Keep your mouth shut.
(hand smacks) (Laurie shouts)
[Grace] Paulie, I have what you want.
Don't be stupid, Grace.
Grace, get outta here!
Take the files to Sergeant Powell.
(Paulie laughing)
Why are you laughing?
[Grace] Because Sergeant
Powell used to be in narco.
Yeah, he was.
Once in narco, you're always in narco,
protected all the way to the fucking top!
Take the files to Sergeant Powell,
see how that shit goes for you. (Laughing)
[Grace] Look, I have what you want.
Just let me come give it to you.
Don't do it, Grace.
One wrong move, and I
blow his fucking head off!
No, no, don't do that,
or I'm not gonna give
you my brother's files.
Okay, I'm just gonna
come in, nice and easy.
Don't do it.
Did you bring the files?
[Grace] I've got them with me.
I'm coming in.
Just don't fire.
(gun cocks)
Throw the gun in on the ground.
Slide it in.
(gun clatters)
[Grace] Okay, hold
your fire. I'm coming in.
Vest off.
(Velcro scratching)
Hurry up!
Put your hands up. Spin around.
(tense music)
Good. Now gimme the goddam files.
Let Laurie go.
Nah, that's not how this works, boo.
I have the files.
If you made any copies, I
will gut you like a fucking pig.
I didn't.
But just one question.
Why?
Why?
The drugs, the money, the power?
Why?
The purpose.
People are all just animals
until you give 'em a reason to live.
Me, I keep this city alive.
I'm its motherfucking lifeblood.
Without me, sewage floods the streets
and vermin feed on fucking babies.
Fenny wipes out the
junkies and the homeless.
It raises property values
and foreign investments,
making companies pay more taxes,
Making more schools, more libraries,
and more fucking hospitals,
and all that shit is because of me.
That.
That is a fucking purpose.
You should run for office.
Seriously, I'd vote for you.
Laurie, shut the fuck up!
(Paulie groans)
(gun bangs)
(suspenseful music)
(Paulie grunts)
(gun clicking)
(Grace grunting)
Get up!
(Grace grunting)
(bone cracks)
(Paulie grunting)
Grace!
(Grace breathing heavily)
Laurie, oh thank God, you're alive.
(Laurie groans)
What are those?
Here, these are Michaels.
Make sure they're safe.
[Laurie] Grace.
Yeah.
Good job, Boot.
(dramatic music)
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(phone keys clicking)
(tex message whooshes)
(dramatic music)
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(door opens)
(gun clicks)
I was hoping that it wasn't you.
Gracie? What are you
Don't fucking call me that!
I don't know what you're talking about.
(Grace scoffs)
Don't be stupid, Powell.
You're here because you got
a text message from a phone.
Paulie's phone.
You remember the night
that my brother was murdered?
He told you he was gonna go to the alleyway
to meet up with that drug dealer.
And then you messaged the narco squad.
You got him killed.
The only family that I had in this world,
and you got him killed!
Grace, the narcotics
unit, they're like the mob.
They run LA from
Beverly Hills to Hollywood.
They have dirt on everybody.
You're not the victim, Powell.
You were on the narco squad
before you made Sergeant.
FBI's gonna go through all your finances,
and they're gonna find
out who the bag man is.
My brother died
so you could have
college tuition for your kids?
You were right about one thing.
My brother is the definition of the code.
And he was a good officer.
You need to fess up to what you've done.
I loved Michael like a brother.
But I can't go to prison.
They'll tear me apart in there.
If I turn state's evidence,
they'll murder my family.
They know where I work, where I live,
where my kids go to school.
What choice do I have?
You've got one choice.
But it's more than you
ever gave my brother.
(siren wailing)
(grim music)
(gun magazine clicking)
(dramatic music)
[Michael] Our dad always knew
you had the soul of a warrior.
(dramatic music)
Drop to your knees and drop the gun now!
Put it down! Put it down!
(guns firing)
[Michael] You're the best of our family.
I know you're my little
sister, but I look up to you.
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