Hard Justice

(wine sloshing)

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.

Where you at, miha?

You want me to end you, bleed you out.

But you know what, bitch?

I think I see ya.

(detective grunts)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Sergeant.

Oh.

Nice.

Booby.

Booty.

I mean booties.

I know you.

Yes.

Michael's kid sister.

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.

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.

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?

I definitely whipped him into submission.

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.

All right.

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.

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.

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.

Boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot!

Rookies, present boots!

Present arms!

The first empty shoe will be crowned King Boot.

Boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot,

boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot!

Make us proud.

Boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot, boot!

Look at that score.

Come on.

Weak!

Death Dealer 2's the shit.

Come on, man, DD sucks. Graphics are ass.