Night Patrol

-Come on, man. Give me some fucking help.

I'm dying right now.

Sign right there.

Nah. You're getting blood all over it.

Lucky I brought another copy.

Sign with your left hand...

right there.

Well... I'm sure there's something

you want to say in your own defense.

So?

What's good?

Lil' Rip?

-Hey, man, put a "C" on the beginning

of that shit next time.

What you gonna do?

Show me what you gonna do.

-Mnh. Mnh. Hold on. I got you something.

-What? -I got you something.

-Show me after. -Hold on. Just chill. Hold on.

Tell me you're not proposing right now.

-Nah, I ain't proposing. This -- It's a gift.

I mean, it is a ring, though.

This is my mom's. It's just some Zulu shit.

You know?

I thought it was kinda cool.

I, um...

Damn. I -- I thought you knew what this was.

Us just having fun or whatever.

I mean...that's not all it is,

but my ass can't be seen with no Crip.

And I damn sure can't be wearing his jewelry around.

You feel me? -I know that shit.

That's why we should fucking leave.

Get our own spot where it ain't all this gang shit, man.

That shit exhausting. -Yeah.

I'm gonna need you to take your Zulu ring...

and get the fuck out my ride.

For real?

-Zarina Shannon, exit the vehicle.

Step out now, or we start firing!

Come on. Nice and slow.

Let's go!

Come on!

-We ain't even on set. What is y'all doing?

-Turn around and face the other way.

Get your hands on the hood.

-Where is your bodycam at? -What you doing, homeboy?

You're not reaching for that piece, are you?

Bitch-ass piece.

What are you doing with this?

If I search this car, I'm not gonna find any drugs?

-Do it look like there's drugs in the car?

-It does look like there's drugs in the car.

-All right. Well, you at it, so check it.

Get him out here now!

You stay put.

It's loaded.

-If you want in Night Patrol, this is it.

-Shit! -Look at him go!

Run, boy!

Go get him!

The fuck?!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You don't have to do this.

You don't gotta do this. Hey, hey, just hold up.

Hold up, hold up, hold up!

When I was a kid, all I wanted to do was be a cop.

I just thought it was the coolest thing.

Or lit. I thought it was lit.

But, um, I know the way you see cops

is not the way it was for me.

We're portrayed differently now in the media and in movies.

We're seen in a very specific light, often a negative light.

And there are a few bad apples out there.

I'm not gonna discount that.

But I'm here to tell you that most of us are good.

Okay? We're good apples.

Now, why do they even have us out there in the world?

What do they pay us for?

Well, unfortunately, there are a lot of people out there

who are not so good.

-Yeah! -Oh, God.

Yeah! Y'all know what it is!

Y'all know what it is!

Okay. Uh-oh.

-What's up?! -

You don't have to do this!

-Hope y'all prayed to a higher power today!

I hope you fucking prayed to a higher power today!

Hey, you. Yeah, you.

I guess I'm gonna break my dick off for you, cuh.

-What? -Get your bitch ass down here.

Did I stutter? Hurry the fuck up!

Did I stutter?! Kneel the fuck down!

Did I say get up?!

Why don't you put your thumb in your mouth?

Put your motherfucking thumb in your mouth, nigga.

And work that shit. Like we bumped up in Chino.

-Slower, nigga. Slower, nigga! -Okay.

-That was great. That was fun, wasn't it?

That was great!

Okay. How about a... big round of applause here?

Just a demonstration. All fun. It's okay.

You're -- You're okay.

Fucking blanks? Inside a school?

-Brass is gonna have your badge for that cowboy shit.

-Brass wanted me on juvie intervention.

I think I intervened.

Yeah, that's great.

Whether you know it or not,

them little niggas gonna piss their pants the next time

they even think about stealing a pack of gum.

Mission accomplished.

-Yeah. What's the fucking mission?

Don't do that. Don't do that.

Proactive policing, sir.

Stings like a bitch.

I got it. See ya!

-You know, I told you we don't have to keep it formal,

so you can -- you can cut the "sir" shit.

It's getting a little annoying.

What, you just one of the boys?

Is that what this is? Like...

We're all in the same, sucking shit together?

That's -- That's your style?

Something like that.

- -Pull over to the curb right now!

Stop. Engine off!

-So is that how y'all did it in Spec Ops?

Just back-to-back, dumping hella mags, yelling,

spraying up Charlie and shit?

-Something like that. -Something like that.

Stop running!

Suspect fleeing on foot!

-You the one that wet up bin Laden.

You can tell me. I ain't gonna tell nobody.