Street Kings

Yo, dawg.

Konnichiwa.

What?

Konnichiwa. Konnichiwa means, "What's up?"

- So what the fuck's up? - We know what it means.

Hey, you want a smoke?

You can read the paper through this, it's so clean.

A couple of hits, you'll be fucking like beasts.

- You boys like pussy, right? - Hey!

Do we look like fucking tweakers to you?

- So you got the shit or not? - Yeah. You?

What the fuck is this? We said a machine gun.

It is a machine gun.

The kind you can carry.

Couldn't get none of those.

This baby's got character. Korean War vintage.

Maybe even mowed down one of your grandpapa-sans

when he was charging the wire at Inch'on.

This is bullshit. It's fucking stuck.

Fuck it, take the ride. Three large. VIN's clean.

Nigga, I drive a $100,000 car!

We want your faggoty-ass ride, we'll jack it from you.

Cool. Don't decide right now.

Konnichiwa is Japanese. It's insulting to Koreans.

How am I supposed to tell if you can't?

What the fuck is that supposed to mean, white boy?

It means you got eyes like apostrophes, you dress white, talk black and drive Jew.

So, how am I supposed to know what kind of zipperhead,

dog-munching dink you are if you don't?

Yo.

Do you know who the fuck we are?

Yeah.

You're a couple of panheads buying a machine gun out of a trunk.

Wassup, you son of a bitch?

- Pick him up. - Get your ass up.

I'm getting the shit out of here.

Give me the keys!

- Konnichiwa, bitch. - Let's go!

Where?

It's okay.

I'm a cop.

Captain Wander, congratulations on breaking the case.

Can you tell me how you found the twins?

Julie, my people had turned the city upside down looking for these girls.

I could not be prouder of my men.

Ma'am, excuse me.

How can you shoot a guy taking a dump?

I mean, seriously. That... That's sacred. That's like shooting a man in church.

Or a Dodger game.

Hey, whatever it takes to be a hero. Anytime, anyplace, right, Lud?

It gets old.

I hate these short-eyed, kiddie-raping bastards.

I hate these short-eyed, kiddie-raping bastards.

At least kidnap some full-grown ladies with shapes.

Wow. Maybe you should check his closet next, huh, Lud?

The girls are being examined by a physician right now.

Both twins are in good health

and will be reunited with their family shortly.

LA Times front page tomorrow is gonna say,

"Vice Detective Rescues Missing Twins."

Detective. Singular.

Yeah. Like we've been sitting around on our ass

doing jack-shit in our unit the last month.

Hey! You two cut the shit. The boss is on his way right now.

I mean, you could have saved some for us.

- I did you a solid, Santos. - You did me a solid?

You want to see their faces every night? You want to be a killer?

You know what? Shut the fuck up.

Hey, hey, what the hell is going on?

Hey! This is real professional.

What if I walked in here with the Chief, huh?

Santos, deploy your ass outside.

Find Ted Berman and make sure that that crime scene log is in order.

- Yes, sir. - Run along, boy.

Shut the fuck up.

Hey, secure that bullshit, all right? Both of you.

Clady, you take DeMille back to the barn and start writing.

I want something to red-pin by midnight.

Tell those body monkeys to get right in here.

You got it, Cap. Let's go.

This is crazy!

You fucked them up!

This is beautiful.

And that machine gun shit, that was perfect.

I know you hated waiting, but it's better this way.

- You all right? - Yeah. I...

- I got shot. - Yeah, but you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay, Jack.

'Cause I know you're not tripping about these...

These assholes right here?

Fuck them. Screw them.

You went toe-to-toe with evil and you won.

You saved those girls.

This is lovely, Tommy.

Come here. Come here, man. Give me... Give me a hug!

Come on.

- Ribs are tender. - What you hiding from?

- Nothing. - What you hiding from?

You've been drinking.

You know that... That thing they say about vodka?

How you can't smell it?

It's bullshit. The D.A.'s shooting team is en route right now.

And you're not ready for public consumption.

So, come on. I want to get you to a hospital,

get you away from all those guys. Come on.

All right. Thanks, Jack.

I think we can do some damage control.

If it ain't LA's deadliest white boy.

Aren't you on the wrong side of the yellow tape?

Congrats on four more notches for your gun belt.

I'll be praying for the families of your victims.

They're called suspects.

The victims are the 14-year-old school girls the suspects kept in a cage

and sold to chicken hawks to poke, prod and put on the Internet.

Suspects, Washington.

Suspects.

As evil as those men were, they had a right to trial.

There's gonna be some blowback from the Korean community on this one.

Now that you're all militant, why don't you just say it?

You think I'm a racist.

- You have another explanation? - No, I don't.

Because if I roll and determine the suspects are black, yellow or brown,

I'll blow them out of their socks.

But if they're white, I'll give them a ride home.

You know why? 'Cause I'm a racist. Fuck you.

Man, I would give my right arm to have that shit on tape.

What happened to you, Terrence?

We used to be brothers.

Hey, hey, stay on point. Washington, you stay on point.

Always, Captain Wander. Always.

Tom. Come on, let's get you out of here.

- Don't go near that piece of shit. - He's got it coming, Jack.

Do not go near him. You stay away, far away.

- Fuck him. - That's an order.

I'm waiting for Nurse Garcia.

I did the same thing with this girl once.

She was a waitress at a jazz bar.

And I'd sit in her section, wouldn't let anybody else serve me.

She'd change sections, I'd change tables.

Persistence. That's the key.

Wait a second.

You're that cop! You're... I just seen your face on TV.

You rescued those twins in Koreatown, right?

Are you okay? Did you get shot?

No.

Yeah.

Who the hell are you?

Me? I sell insurance, life, auto, casualty.

Wow, that's some heavy shit, man.

So those guys, they... They shot first, right?

Excuse me?

Whole city was looking for those kids.

How'd you find them?

That's my job.

Sergeant Green, Sergeant Green...

Excuse me, Captain.

Sorry to interrupt.

Deputy Chief Sorensen is trying to raise you on a simplex.

Insurance, Tom.

I sell insurance.

If you ever need any, and you will,

why don't you give me a call?

No one has to know but us.

Not Clady, not Wander, no one.

Listen, for your own good,

don't get yourself so far out there that I can't reel you back.

See you sometime.

Who was that?

A cop who burns cops. Jesus.

- Who? - Nobody, Grace.

- Hi. - Hi.

Oh.

Hold this.

You know, you can just stop by sometime.

You don't have to get shot when you want to see me.

Why? I like it like this. Don't you?

No, I don't.

I don't.

No. Don't get close to me.

I work here. I'm not losing my license for you.

- I'm a cop. - No.

Whatever.

I kicked the door after identifying myself as a police officer.

Upon entry, I was fired upon by a suspect in the living room with a silver automatic.

I returned fire, he goes down.

Then I'm hit in the torso by shotgun fire from the second suspect.

Point of entry?

Front door on the west side of the structure.

Why didn't you call for backup?

Exigent circumstances.

I heard screams emanating from the house and ascertained a crime was in progress.

...saying something. - Take care, Silk.

- It was great working with you. - Thanks a lot.

Now it's a party.

Oh, my goodness! Now it's a binge, Captain.

- What's up, killer? - Steady.

Steady. Yeah, he's in.

What's with you? What, Clady give you a happy ending?

Is that any way to address a commander?

I got the call from the Chief this morning. Badge ceremony's next week.