Downtown

On your 211. We've had a second call...

from a juvenile at the address.

This is an armed robbery in progress.

Repeat. The 211 is in progress. Please copy.

Four-lda-One, we copy. We're already rolling.

The juvenile reports shots fired.

Repeat. Shots fired on your 211.

Up ahead. Up ahead. The kid.

Yeah, I see him. Hold on.

Give me my money back! You swiped it, now give it back!

You pussy! You called the cops?

- You pissed in my lemonade! - Now you can taste something!

Give me my money, you jerk!

- Eat me! - About the only thing you haven't eaten.

Anus!

What? I'm trying to make a point here.

A little respect for the law is not gonna kill you.

Nine thousand cops in this city, I get the Eagle Scout.

Got any more bright ideas?

- Shut up! - You shut up!

What do we have here?

I didn't see turn signals. You see signals?

Three times in a month. Damn it.

That's a nice car, lady. Where's the fire?

Let me be candid, okay? I'm really starting to get sick of this shit.

Look...

can't we, like, work something out here?

Let's be cops.

See, guys, I grew up maybe a mile down the road from you.

I was in the Kool-Aid business.

I mean, we're practically brothers.

That reminds me of a funny story.

You gonna study this Sunday?

Sunday was designed for baseball and beer, Lori.

- I never cracked a book on a weekend. - That comes as quite a shock, Mick.

I got three tickets behind the dugout. I been waiting all day.

- Want your girl to be smarter than you? - Yeah.

This is "The Case of the Nervous Widow." I copied it in the library.

- Do handicapped people drive Ferraris? - Shut up. This is cool.

Okay. "Mr. Freebush's wife finds him one morning slumped over his desk."

- "Detective Stone is called..." - So he's dead, right?

Right. So, "He arrives at the mansion."

He finds nine suspects on the grounds.

The gardener offers him a piece of chocolate while he's asking...

That's your man.

It's a hot day.

I mean, if he'd been outside gardening, the chocolate would have melted. Please.

- You suck. - Isn't she a great contestant, folks?

- Want your lovely parting gifts? - Hands off. I just Simonized it.

Be home at 7, okay? It's Tuna Helper night.

And she can cook too.

Ouch!

- 9126-6A. - Person dumping rubbish.

- 5150-B. - Indecent exposure.

- That's a personal favorite of mine. - You sleep with this thing?

You're too smart for this. You should've done law school.

- Where you going? - To take a piss.

On this tree. Want to bust me?

Come on, Mick. I just sent my 10 bucks to the Sierra Club.

I'm whipping out my hooter, Alex. There's your 5150-B.

Four-lda-One is available at Bryant Park.

Okay, now I'm pissing on the bark. It's a definite code 4136, right, Kearney?

Stolen bicycle. See the assistant principal.

The streets of hell. Four-lda-One is back in service.

Come on, write me up!

Lip it up, Tonto. Someone lifted a Schwinn.

Mick!

Mick! Mick!

Okay if he uses it when you're done?

Afternoon. Just saw you turning in behind me.

Yes, sir.

May I see your license and registration, please?

Why? Some kind of problem?

- May I see your license and registration? - I asked for what reason, officer.

You ran two stop signs.

I had you clocked at double the speed limit.

I followed you for a mile and a half up Gulph Road.

Look, Officer...

Kearney. I'm Jerome Sweet.

You've got the wrong car.

No stop signs.

No harm, no foul. Deal?

I will arrest you, sir. I mean that.

- Jerry, what is going on? - Nothing, honey. No problem.

I thought the officer and I understood each other.

How can I help you, officer?

License and registration, please.

Christ, Jerry.

Bring them in when he's finished.

Montgomery Avenue and Eagle Road. Illegal dumping.

I've known Jerome Sweet for 30 years, boy.

His father was my partner in Germantown.

Do you know who he is, Kearney? His whole family, career cops.

He owns three shipping warehouses, investment firms, a chunk of the 76ers.

He gives a quarter-million a year to the PBA.

We want to be real sure you know who you fucked with.

Yes, sir.

I intercepted Mr. Sweet's vehicle after a Code Three pursuit.

He ran two stop signs on Gulph Road. He was clocked at 65 for over a mile, sir.

Where the hell was your partner during all this?

Urinating on a tree, sir.

According to Mr. Sweet's attorney, he was never on Gulph Road.

He told us you started tailing him on the parkway...

and you followed him to his front door.

You then proceeded to abuse him verbally without provocation.

Then put a rock through his car window.

- That's a total lie! - There were witnesses.

His wife and a business associate both signed affidavits.

Sir, the manual states any officer accused of improper conduct...

has a right to present his case in court...

Court? Kid, you're goddamn lucky to still have a job!

- I was stating my right... - Shut up!

Court? Jesus Christ.

Get his ass out of my district.

- Now! - Copy of the complaint.

Also, notification of transfer.

You have the option of suspension without pay till the IA hearing...

or reporting at 0900 to the Diamond Street District today.

Isn't that downtown?

Yeah.

Way downtown.

Kearney, will you listen? You remember academy?

We used to pray, Kearney, "Beirut, Angola, anywhere but downtown."

Talk to Billy. He's been there. Luke, Dugan, anybody!

Shit!

If I take the suspension, it's like they're right.

- Think I had a choice? - It's no choice.

Ever been to Diamond Street? The Terminator wouldn't go there!

I'll send you a post card, Mick.

Hey, don't beat up Lori's car. She loves this car.

- You're the best. - Be sharp, pal. Don't get hurt.

Be careful!

- Hurry up, man. Hurry up! - All right.

Hello? Anybody here?

Is this a fire drill or what?

Lucy, I'm home!

- Do it! - Do what?

Morning. Did I come at a bad time?

Two guys hit up an armored car down on Pier 14, and we nailed them.

Now their friends think they can bust them out of here.

Jesus Christ!

I'm a cop! I'm a cop! Look, look. Cop.

There's my badge. Badge, okay?

Nobody's getting out of here, man!

Be smart! Be smart, now!

What? It ain't loaded?

I take them out every night.

Studies show that most accidental discharges occur...

I'll tell you later.

How many rounds they got?

Kick back, tittysucker! We got all day.

You wanna bet?

Motherfucking pigs! You-all ain't locking me up!

- Help! - Don't shoot! Hold your fire!

Help! Shit, help!

I'll do him! I'll blow him away!

- Hold your fire! - One move, you hear?

What the fuck is this?

Get up! I wanna see some hands...

- or I'll do him! - That's it!

I said, get up, or I'll do his ass right now!

Up? Get up! Shit! Get up!

The guns! Drop the fucking guns!

Do what he says!

Yeah, put them down!

You-all think you-all can keep my ass in here?

Jesus, help me.

Don't do him, man! Don't!

You lose, we lose!

I lose? Piss-ass motherfuckers.

This white boy's gonna lose! This white boy is gone!

Go on. Go on, they ain't keeping nobody in here.

Move! Move!

Damn, man. What's your name?

Sergeant Curren.

Drop them!

Hurry up! Get those guys in the corner!

What's yours?

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

- Face that wall! Face it! - Turn around!

You're a cop?

When I had the gun on you, I made sure the safety was on.

You had nothing to worry about.

- That's good to know. - Don't move!

Come on. Right here.

What you got here, friend?

As if I didn't know. Look at this asshole.

Nodding on my desk. Push him out of here. Get out of here.

Getting my stuff all... Messing it up...

Good morning. I didn't really get a chance to say that before.

I was thinking about what you did. That really took some guts.

Of course, you also violated about a dozen conduct codes.

I just think it's kind of risky to jeopardize another officer like that.

Especially when it's me.

Great, we got a dialogue going here.

I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? Did you...?

Hey, man, don't take it personal. He's kind of a loner.

You took his what?! What do you mean you took his kit?

Look at him. He's as high as a fucking kite!

Asshole shooting up outside the door. Might as well sell him the shit ourselves.