TRAINING DAY 1.

FADE IN:

1 INT. JAKE'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - CLOSE ON ALARM CLOCK - PREDAWN 1

- 4:59 AM
In a Santa Clarita housing tract. It's dark.
WIDER ANGLE
Eyes glisten in the clock's shine, patiently watching the
time.
BZZZZ! The ALARM SOUNDS. A hand that's been hovering over the
clock drops. Silence. JAKE HOYT, a fit young man, rolls over,
throws an arm over his sleeping wife --
JAKE
It's time.
-- she's not there, just empty blankets. He sits up, sporting
a scraggly goatee, his hair growing out.
HIS POV
LISA, his wife, in a rocking chair in the corner.
BACK TO SCENE
Jake is surprised. How'd she sneak off?
JAKE
What are you doing up?
She pulls back the blanket, she breast-feeds their infant
daughter.
LISA
Mooooo.

She lavishes kisses on her baby.

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5 INT. JAKE'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - CLOSE UP - BRASSO - DAWN 5

is squirted on terry cloth. A badge is rubbed against it in
precise circles.
WIDEN TO:

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Jake in T-shirt and jeans, studies the gleaming badge, snaps

it in its case, clips it to his belt. He tosses a duffel on
the counter. Searches through the police gear. Lisa taps a
police baton on his shoulder. He takes it.
JAKE
Thanks.
LISA
Wrong day to forget stuff.
Everyone's saying how lucky you are.
Don't screw this up.
He gives her a look, shoves it in the bag.
JAKE
She go back to sleep?
LISA
Mmm-hmm. Ate like a pig.
Jake does a final check of gun belt. Inspecting his Beretta
and magazines.
JAKE
I know how lucky I am. I ace this
assignment. Department's wide open.
Get my own division someday. You
should see those guys' houses.
She grabs a pack of English muffins. Jake catches his
reflection in a mirror, rubs his chin. He doesn't like the
way he looks. Next to the mirror is his police academy
graduation photo. Clean-cut, almost adolescent. Lisa plays
with his goatee, she likes it.

LISA
Want some eggs for the road?
JAKE
I gotta roll. Gotta beat the
traffic.
He shoves his gun belt in the duffel. Zips it shut. He grabs
a pressed uniform off a chair, and his police hat, wrapped in
plastic. He kisses Lisa's cheek, her neck, her lips. Heads to
the door. The PHONE RINGS. Jake stops. Lisa answers.

LISA
Hello?
(beat, laughs)
How nice, thank you.
(beat, giggles)
I will, don't worry.

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Jake looks at her, wondering who the hell is making his wife
giggle so much.

LISA
He's right here.
(to Jake)
Jake. It's Alonzo.
Jake reacts, steels himself and takes the phone.

JAKE
Hello?
ALONZO (V.O.)
Hoyt?

JAKE
Yes, sir?

ALONZO (V.O.)
On your way to roll call?
JAKE
Yes, sir. I'm out the door right
now.
ALONZO (V.O.)
Hoyt.
JAKE
Yes, sir?

ALONZO (V.O.)
Patrol fairies go to roll call. We
don't go to roll call.

JAKE
Yes, sir.

ALONZO (V.O.)
There's a coffee shop at 7th and
Witmer. See you there at ten. Be in
civvies. Comfortable shoes. Got a
backup gun? Something pocket-sized?

JAKE
No, sir. Just my department issue
service pistol.

ALONZO (V.O.)
Bring it. Cuffs, too. We're gonna be
in the office all day, but who
knows, maybe we'll do some business.
We're an aggressive unit.

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JAKE
I know. That's why I signed up. I
want to thank you for giving me the
oppor --
-- CLICK! Alonzo hangs up. Jake too. He stands there, grabs
his nervous stomach.

LISA
What's wrong?

JAKE
Feel like it's football tryouts.
Wish it was tomorrow so I'd know
already if I made his squad or not.

LISA
It's not tomorrow. It's today. And
it's gonna work out. I know it will.

JAKE
I gotta relax.
Lisa looking at him. He gets an idea, snuggles up to her.

JAKE
Don't have to show up until ten.
She breaks the embrace, sore breasts, ouch!

JAKE
Soon they'll be mine again.

Jake chases them with cupped hands as she retreats, giggling.

Their game.
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7 INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY 7

Old and tired, near Good Samaritan Hospital. Jake struts

through the door, confidently looks around.
JAKE'S POV

DETECTIVE SERGEANT ALONZO HARRIS, in black shirt, black

leather jacket. And just enough platinum and diamonds to look
like somebody. He reads the paper in a booth. The gun
leather-tough LAPD vet is a hands-on, blue-collar cop who can
kick your ass with a look.
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Jake walks over. Slides in across. Alonzo's eyes will never

leave his newspaper.
JAKE
Good morning, sir.
A young waitress pours Jake coffee, offers a menu. Jake waves
it away.

JAKE
I'm okay, ma'am. Thank you.

ALONZO
Have some chow before we hit the
office. Go ahead. It's my dollar.

JAKE
No, thank you, sir. I ate.
ALONZO
Fine. Don't.
Alonzo turns the page. A long beat. Then:

JAKE
It's nice here.
ALONZO
May I read my paper?
JAKE
I'm sorry, sir. I'll get some food.

ALONZO
No. You won't. You fucked that up.
Please. I'm reading. Shut up.

Jake does, Jeeez, sorry. Pours a ton of sugar in his coffee.

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10 INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY 10

The waitress pours refills. Alonzo reads. Jake fidgets.

JAKE
Sure wouldn't mind not roasting in a
hot black and white all summer.

Alonzo sighs, carefully folds his paper. Glares at Jake.

ALONZO
Tell me a story, Hoyt.

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JAKE
My story?

ALONZO
Not your story. A story. You can't
keep your mouth shut long enough to
let me finish my paper. So tell me a
story.

JAKE
I don't think I know any stories.

Alonzo waves the paper in Jake's face.

ALONZO
This is a newspaper. And I know it's
ninety percent bullshit but it's
entertaining. That's why I read it.
Because it entertains me. If you
won't let me read my paper, then
entertain me with your bullshit.
Tell me a story.
JAKE
A real one or should I make one up?
ALONZO
(sighs)
Where'd you do your probation?

JAKE
Van Nuys.

ALONZO
Right. The Valley. No cute little
anecdotes about writing underage
smoking cites at the shopping mall?

Jake thinks. Bingo! He's got it.

JAKE
There was this D.U.I. stop.

ALONZO
A D.U.I. stop. Wow. Go on.

JAKE
We were on the mid-watch.

ALONZO
We? You and--?
JAKE
Debbie.

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ALONZO
Debbie? The hell's Debbie?

JAKE
My training officer. Debbie Maxwell
--

ALONZO
-- Your T.O. was female?

JAKE
Yes, sir.

ALONZO
She white? Black?

JAKE
White.
ALONZO
She dyked out or she any good?

JAKE
She's pretty good.
ALONZO
(he's hooked)
So you and Debbie are pullin' a mid-
watch?
JAKE
Right. It's a real quiet night. A
yawner. We're rolling on Vanowen.
I'm driving. And this Acura, just a
beautiful car, comes out a side
street. In excess. All over the
median. So I light it up and hit the
wailer. Guy drives on like I'm
invisible for ten blocks before he
pulls over. Plates ran clean. Debbie
covers as I approach. Driver's this
huge white guy. Can barely keep his
eyes open. I field test and arrest
and I'm belting him in our unit.
Debbie's tossing his car. She calls
me to the vehicle and shows me a
snubbed .38 and two shotguns, all
loaded and locked.

ALONZO
No shit?
JAKE

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No shit. She calls our supervisor

and I keep searching. I find five
hundred grams of meth in the dash.
Turns out our D.U.I. was on bail for
distribution. He was on his way to
smoke his ex-partner before trial.
(proudly)
We prevented a murder.
Alonzo is astonished.

ALONZO
-- amazing--
Jake beams, some story, huh?

ALONZO
You're driving around the Valley
with a fine bitch in your car for a
year and the most entertaining story
you got is a drunk stop? Never hit
her up for some Code X in the back
seat? Didn't tap it?
JAKE
I have a wife.

ALONZO
You also have a dick.
Alonzo shakes his head in disgust. Jake is crushed.

ALONZO
Let's go.
Alonzo tosses a fifty on the table. OFF his heavy wedding
band we --
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11 EXT. COFFEE SHOP - PARKING LOT - DAY 11

Jake and Alonzo crossing. Alonzo sizes Jake up.
ALONZO
You walk and talk like a damn cop.

Alonzo stops at:

G-RIDE

A narc-machine supreme. A clean, black 1978 Monte Carlo on

nice rims.

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ALONZO
Gimme that menu.

Jake pulls a Chinese menu from under the wiper. Hands it to

Alonzo, who folds and pockets it.
ALONZO
Get in. S'unlocked.

Jake admires the car, climbs in.

13 INT. G-RIDE/EXT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY 13

Jake buries his shoes in beer cans and coffee cups. Alonzo
twists the key and pumps the hell out of the gas. After a
beat, the ENGINE CATCHES - VROOM!
JAKE
This isn't from the motor pool.
ALONZO
Don't worry. My baby puts out when
she has to.

Alonzo rubs the dash lovingly.

JAKE
Where's the office? Back at
Division?

Alonzo hits the switches and the G-Ride is raised by

hydraulics.
ALONZO
You're in it.
Jake reacts. Then smiles. This is kinda cool.

14 INT. G-RIDE - 7TH STREET - MOVING - DAY 14

Alonzo SQUEALS out of the lot. They pass the formidably-
stylish Metropolitan Detention Center.

ALONZO
Rover's in the glove box. Wanna ten-
eight us?
JAKE
Yes, sir.

ALONZO

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Shitcan the sirs. I'm not your

domestic violence awareness
instructor.
Jake takes a Motorola radio from the glove box.
JAKE
What's our I.D.?
ALONZO
Nora fifteen.
JAKE
(into Motorola)
Nora fifteen, ten-eight.
DISPATCH (V.O.)
Nora fifteen, ten-twenty.

Jake checks the street signs, 7th and Broadway. Before he can
tell Dispatch, Alonzo snatches the Motorola as he makes a
left on Broadway.

ALONZO
(into rover)
Nora fifteen, South on Rampart at
Beverly.

DISPATCH (V.O.)
Ten four.
Alonzo tosses Jake the rover.
ALONZO
Bad guys are listening. Don't trust
the radios. Never let anyone know
where you're really at. Ever.
Jake nods and smiles, makes sense.

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15 INT. G-RIDE - BROADWAY - MOVING - DAY 15

Heading north on Broadway in downtown LA. It could be San

Salvador or Guatemala City. Jake is mesmerized by the crowds.
JAKE
This looks like the Third World.

ALONZO
It's my world.

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Jake notes several men making hand signs as they pass.

JAKE
They're flashing gang signs.
ALONZO
They're selling micas. Fake I.D.s.
Green cards, licenses, socials.
Alonzo gives Jake a fatherly look, lights a smoke. Settles in
his seat.

ALONZO
Today's a training day. Gonna show
you around, give you a feel for the
business. I have thirty-eight cases
pending trial. I have sixty-three
active investigations. There's
another three hundred and fifty
cases on the log I can't clear. I'm
supervising five officers. That's
five different personalities, five
different sets of problems. You,
Officer Hoyt, if you got the guts to
succeed, will be number six. I don't
have time to baby-sit or hold hands.
You have one day to show me who you
are and what you can or cannot
handle. You can't hack narcotics,
feel free to work a pussy desk
chasing bad checks. Hear me, Officer
Hoyt?

JAKE
I hear you.
ALONZO
Good. Gonna show you reality. Think
you can handle it?
JAKE
Yeah.

ALONZO
Why you wanna be a narc?
JAKE
I want to serve my community by
ridding it of dangerous drugs.
Alonzo gives him a look. Don't b.s. me.
JAKE
I wanna make detective.

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The boy is ambitious. Alonzo likes that. As they cruise down

Broadway, a black and white up the street does a sudden U-
turn.
ALONZO
Stick with me and you will. If you
can unlearn the bullshit they've
filled your head with.
ALONZO
You gonna be passing out baseball
cards and carrying old ladies'
groceries like the rest of the
newfucks Washington's flooded the
streets with?

JAKE
I'll do anything you want me to do.
ALONZO
Good. Roll your window down. Can't
hear the street.
Jake does.
ALONZO
Stand by, because narcotics ain't
about staying in the car and looking
good. I bet you write great paper,
Hoyt.
(before Jake can answer)
You do. I checked it out. Cover your
area, cover your ass, but not
necessarily in that order, right?
JAKE
Right.

The two cops from the black and white have their guns drawn
on five hardcore cholos with tats on their shoulders and
heads. A white cop screams at them in English, then switches
to Spanish as his partner pours beer on a cholo's head.

ALONZO
How's the Espanol?
JAKE
Mas o menos.
ALONZO
Work on it. People'll be plotting
the worst kind of shit behind your
back.

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JAKE
Right. Are you going to teach me
that old school, hard-charging, beat
up everything that moves Rodney King
shit?
ALONZO
No way. I'm the new breed. I use
this--
(taps his head)
This is my tool.
The G-Ride crosses the 1st Street Bridge, revealing Echo Park
spread before them.

16 INT. G-RIDE - 1ST STREET BRIDGE - MOVING - DAY 16

ALONZO
How long you been married?
JAKE
A year.
ALONZO
Gotta kid, right?
JAKE
(smiles)
A nine-month-old girl.

ALONZO
I got four kids. All boys. You want
a son, lemme know. I'll do your old
lady up. I can't miss.
Jake angers, although he knows he is being tested.

JAKE
Let's not talk about my family.
ALONZO
It's cool. I can respect that. I'm
married. I have my queen, too. I
remember what it's like to have a
pretty young bride. Bet you still
fuck her face-to-face.

JAKE
(clenched teeth)
Can we not talk about my wife?
ALONZO

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Kick back, kid. You're so in love

it's comin' out your eyes. The day
you bring the old lady to the office
is the day you don't go home. If you
don't hide your love deep inside,
maggots out here will find it and
chew it up.
Jake realizes Alonzo is right. Alonzo hands him a card.
ALONZO
That's our Chaplain, Lieutenant
Conelly. Give him a call. Invite him
and his wife over for dinner. He's a
good guy and no dumbshit. You and
your woman need any kinda help, call
him. I'm serious.
Jake takes the card. Kind of smiles.
JAKE
Thanks. I will.
They cruise a beat.
JAKE
Who's Mr. Clean?
Alonzo nails him with surprised look.
ALONZO
Where the hell you hear that?
JAKE
From a Valley Robbery Detective.
Told me to ask you that.

ALONZO
(smiles, shakes his head)
Asshole.

17 EXT. G-RIDE - NETO'S STREET - DAY 17

Alonzo pulls onto a street of dense apartments. Parks along
the curb.

JAKE
What's here?
ALONZO
Transactions. See the Salvatrucha
zero head on the fence, trying not
to look like he's slangin'?

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Jake looks, sees a young, bald cholo, Neto, just hanging out.
ALONZO
That's Neto. Homeboy did three years
in the boyna roja. Red beret.
JAKE
What's that?
ALONZO
Batallon de accion rapida Atlacatl.
(off Jake's look)
El Salvadoran special forces. Punk's
only seventeen and can kill with the
best of them. Works for me.
JAKE
Jesus. He an informant?
ALONZO
I got eyes everywhere. He gets to
peddle reefer, make a little cash
for the family. I get a heads-up
when shit goes down. The barrio dot
com.

JAKE
And you trust him?
ALONZO
Goddamn right I trust him. Sprung
his mom from I.N.S. detention.
Alonzo watches his mirror, perks up.
ALONZO
Here we go.
INSERT - MIRROR
A new VW Beetle pulls onto the street, moving slow.
BACK TO SCENE
The VW passes the G-Ride. Jake glimpses three people inside,
two guys in front, a girl in back. Hipster university
students.
ALONZO
Shit's going down.
JAKE'S POV

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The VW stops. Neto looks around, crosses to the driver's

window, a drink cup in hand. Neto plucks a foil pack from the
cup. Trades it for the driver's ten.

BACK TO SCENE
Neto walks away, disappears into some apartments.
ALONZO
See the hand-to-hand?
JAKE
I saw it.

The VW drives off, fast. Alonzo pulls out. Follows it.

ALONZO
When was your last felony stop?
JAKE
Couple weeks ago.
ALONZO
You need practice.

JAKE
They look like college kids.
ALONZO
They need a lesson. I want the Brady
Bunch grabbing glass. I got front.
You got back.
Alonzo pulls his gun. Jake reaches for the Motorola.

ALONZO
Stay off the rover.
Jake puts it away, pulls his gun. Alonzo stomps the gas. The
G-Ride HOWLS. The VW is at the corner, about to turn!

22 EXT. G-RIDE - VW BUS AT STREET CORNER - DAY 22

SCREEEEEECH! Alonzo slaloms to a stop, blocking its path. His
pistol aimed through Jake's window at the DRIVER.
ALONZO
Police! Lemme see your hands!
Jake draws a bead on the girl in back.
JAKE
Police officers! Your hands!

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The kids gawk at the two narcs for a stunned beat.

JAKE
Don't look at us! Look straight
ahead!
ALONZO
Driver and right front passenger!
Palms on the windshield!
JAKE
You in the back! Palms on the side
window! Look straight ahead!
ALONZO
Driver! Use your left hand, put the
vehicle in park.
The Driver is mortified because:
DRIVER
-- it's a stickshift--

ALONZO
Shut up, dickhead! I'll shoot your
face off! Take the keys out of the
ignition. Throw 'em out the window!
The Driver does, quickly, as Alonzo jumps from the car,
charges the Driver, shoves the gun in his face. These are
just scared kids. The girl tries not to cry.
ALONZO
Fork it over, smartman.
DRIVER
What, sir?
Alonzo grabs his ear, tugs violently.
ALONZO
The marijuana I just watched you
purchase!

The Driver hands over the foil pack.

PASSENGER
I'm very sorry, sir. I didn't know
he was bringing me here.
ALONZO
Shut up, dumbass. You're here now!
Gimme that pipe!

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There's an ornate pot pipe on the floor mat. The PASSENGER

picks it up. Reluctantly hands it to Alonzo.
PASSENGER
My mom gave me that pipe.
ALONZO
What else you got?
DRIVER
Cigarettes?

ALONZO
Gimme those too.
He gives him a squished packed of Marlboro reds. The kids
realize Alonzo isn't your average cop. The girl sees Neto
standing down the block like nothing is going on. She lowers
her hands, bad move.
ALONZO
Control your suspect, Hoyt!
JAKE
Miss! Palms on the glass!
Alonzo sees her lip quiver.
ALONZO
Cry and I slap the eyes outta your
face!

Back to the Driver.

ALONZO
You aware this is a gang
neighborhood?
That gives him pause, no kidding. Alonzo grabs his ear again,
shakes.
ALONZO
I see you here again, I take your
car. You can walk home while your
girlfriend pulls a homeboy train.
Hear me, reefer addict?
DRIVER
Yes, sir.
ALONZO
Thank you for your cooperation. Safe
your iron.

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ON VW
Jake holsters his gun. Follows Alonzo to the G-Ride. The kids
lower their hands.
ON G-RIDE
Alonzo and Jake climb in. As they drive away, the girl nails
Jake with a look of revulsion. Jake reacts.

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25 INT. G-RIDE - NETO'S NEIGHBORHOOD - MOVING - DAY 25

Alonzo laughing. Jake didn't like what happened. It shows.
JAKE
Was that training? How to roust
students for dime bags?

ALONZO
They have no business being here.
Sooner or later that little smart-
ass white boy college puke is gonna
get jacked. I saved his life.
JAKE
Taught him a real lesson.
ALONZO
Sure did, buy your shit on campus.
(beat)
I like your moves. Someone trained
you well.
Jake smiles to himself. Alonzo opens the foil, sniffs.
ALONZO
Shitty dime. Check it out.

He hands it to Jake. Who takes out a bud.

ALONZO
See the small hairs? The undeveloped
seeds. How it's all stems?
Jake nods.
ALONZO
It was picked immature. See how flat
it is? Classic brick-pack Mexican.
See how brittle it is? It's not bud
season. It's from last year.

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Jake is amazed. Alonzo snatches the bud, crumbles it in the

pipe, tosses aside seeds.
ALONZO
To be truly effective, a narcotics
detective must know and love
narcotics. A good narcotics
detective should have narcotics in
his blood.
JAKE
You going to smoke that?
Alonzo smiles devilishly, offers Jake the pipe.
ALONZO
You are.
JAKE
Hell if I am.
ALONZO
What? You a Mormon? A Jesus freak?
JAKE
No. I'm not losing my job.
ALONZO
(re: the pipe)
This is your job.
JAKE
I can't do it.
ALONZO
This isn't some kind of test. Take a
damn hit.
JAKE
I became a cop to keep people from
using that poison.
ALONZO
(laughs)
This ain't a review board. We ain't
doing rails. Just leafy green bud.
Jake stands firm, shaking his head.

26 EXT. G-RIDE - ROGER'S NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY 26

SCREECH! Alonzo stops in the middle of the street, pulls his

gun, jams it in Jake's ear. CARS behind them HONK.

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ALONZO
If I was a dealer, you'd be dead.
Turn shit down on the street and the
Chief hands your wife a crisply-
folded flag.
Jake stares stubbornly at Alonzo. Alonzo pockets the gun.
Lights the lighter. And takes a huge hit, blows smoke in
Jake's face.
ALONZO
I don't want you in my unit. Not
even my division. Go back to Valley.
Get the fuck out of my car.
A staring contest. Jake decides to play the game.
JAKE
-- Okay--
He takes the pipe, takes an absolutely huge hit.
ALONZO
Alright. That's how it's done, son.
And is racked with a spasm of coughing.
ALONZO
Betrayed by your virgin lungs.
Jake takes another hit, a passing driver watches, blows the
smoke in Alonzo's face. Alonzo laughs, resumes driving, takes
a hit. They pass the pipe around a few times before Alonzo
tosses it on the dash.
ALONZO
It's cashed.

27 INT. G-RIDE - ECHO PARK - DAY 27

They cruise in a strange otherworldly silence. Jake is
clearly messed up, his head lolls from side to side.
ALONZO
Shit, you took some man-sized hits.
You gonna be okay? When's the last
time you smoked out?

JAKE
-- Twelfth grade--

28 INT. G-RIDE - SUNSET BOULEVARD - DAY 28

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TRAINING DAY 22.

ALONZO
Left that out of your service
jacket. Knew you had secrets,
everyone does. Didn't know you dig
dusters.

JAKE
What are dusters?
ALONZO
You know, dusted bud. Dippers?
C'mon, dipped in P.C.P. Primos.
Sherm, kool, P-dog, angel dust.
Didn't you smell it? Taste it?
JAKE
(horrified)
-- I've never done it--
ALONZO
Now you have. Remember the smell for
next time. Think I'd inhale that
shit?
Jake is scared as hell, pale, sweaty.
JAKE
Oh, no. No. No. No.
ALONZO
Gonna kick the shit out of Neto.
Motherfucker's lacing crappy bud to
get that unsuspecting return client.
Hell with his mom, I'm deporting the
bitch.
JAKE
I'm gonna get piss tested. I'm gonna
get fired.
ALONZO
Lieutenant's got our backs. We know
a week before we piss.
JAKE
(panicking)
Shit. How could you do this to me?
Shit. Shit. Shit!

Alonzo slams an elbow across Jake's throat.

ALONZO
Chill and ride the high. You're an
adult. You chose to smoke. Live with

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your decisions. You cool?

JAKE
I'm cool.

ALONZO
Besides, no one put a gun to your
head.
Jake shoots him a look.
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29 EXT. ROGER'S HOUSE - DAY 29

A well-tended Craftsman on a steep hill of fixer-uppers in

Echo Park. The G-Ride parks out front.
ALONZO
Get your shit together.
Alonzo and Jake cross to the door. Alonzo knocks.
ALONZO
This is my Road Dog's pad. Wanna see
what he thinks of you.
JAKE
What do I say?
ALONZO
You'll think of something stupid.
The door opens revealing ROGER in a bathrobe, worn from years
of hard living. He's happy to see Alonzo.

ROGER
Hey, brother, get your ass in here.
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30 INT. ROGER'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 30

Roger and Alonzo hug.

ALONZO
Did I wake you ?
ROGER
No. C'mon in. Please have a seat.

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Alonzo and Jake sit in big chairs. Three beepers, three cell
phones on the coffee table. Roger sits, takes a bottle of
whisky, three tumblers from a liquor cart. Pours booze. Jake
looks around at the modest traditional furniture. The tacky
porcelain figurines. Family photos on the wall.
ALONZO
Alright. Time to get my swerve on.
Roger gives Alonzo a concerned look.
ROGER
Heard you had a beef in Vegas.
There's a greenlight on your ass.

ALONZO
I'm cool. People talk shit.
ROGER
You know I got your back.
ALONZO
I know. Thanks.
They clink glasses. Jake doesn't. He stares into the liquid,
enraptured by its smoky patterns.
ALONZO
Jake, drink your medicine.
Jake takes a sip and winces. Roger tugs Jake's goatee. Jake
recoils.
ROGER
Went and got yourself a daisy-fresh
rookie.
Roger leans back in the couch. Jake is looking around the
room again. A BEEPER BEEPS. Roger checks it. Ignores it.
Roger studies Jake.
ROGER
Jesus, Alonzo. He's high as a
motherfucker. The hell you give him?
Alonzo tosses the foil pack on the table. Roger takes it,
smells the PCP and shakes his head.
ROGER
Where'd you grow up?
JAKE
North Hollywood.

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ROGER
What's your last name?

JAKE
Hoyt.
ROGER
(it clicks)
You play strong safety for North
Hollywood High?
JAKE
Yessir. How'd you know?

ROGER
I follow all the good players.
His BEEPER BEEPS. He checks it, sighs. Dials a cell phone.
ROGER
(into phone)
It's me. Whassup?
(beat)
Can't do a thing for you. Your mess.
You clean it up. Don't be callin'
me.
He hangs up. Freshens the drinks.
ROGER
(to Jake)
Here's a joke, boy. One day this man
walks out of his house to go to
work. He sees this snail on his
porch. So he picks it up and chucks
it over his roof, into the back
yard. Snail bounces off a rock,
cracks its shell all to shit, and
lands in the grass. Snail lies there
dying.
A BEEPER BEEPS. Roger checks and ignores it.
ROGER
But it doesn't die. It eats some
grass. Slowly heals. Grows a new
shell. And after a while it can
crawl again. One day the snail up
and heads back to the front of the
house. Finally, after a year, the
little guy crawls back on the porch.
Right then, the man walks out to go
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So he says to it, 'What the fuck's

your problem?'
Jake stares at Roger a beat. Then starts laughing. Really
laughing. Maybe too much. He wipes his eyes.
JAKE
That's messed up. That wasn't funny.
ALONZO
Then why are you cackling like a
jackal?

JAKE
I dunno.
ROGER
Figure that joke out and you'll
figure the streets out.
ALONZO
Don't listen to him. There's nothing
to figure out. The street's a buncha
senseless bullshit.
JAKE
Uh-uh. I got 'em figured out.
ROGER
You got the streets figured out?
JAKE
Yeah. It's all smiles and cries.
ALONZO
Give up. You're too high, space
captain.

ROGER
Hold on, smiles and cries. I hear
you.
JAKE
You gotta control your smiles and
cries. No one can take them away so
they're all we really have.
Roger and Alonzo trade looks, sharp kid. Alonzo pats Jake's
shoulder. To Roger:
ALONZO
Think this greenhorn can handle
undercover?

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Roger scrutinizes Jake a beat. Smiles and nods: yes.

ROGER
You were just like him.

ALONZO
(laughs)
Bullshit.
ROGER
Same silly-ass look and everything.
Saving the Goddamn world.
ALONZO
That lasted a week.
Alonzo stands, shakes with Roger.
ALONZO
Brother, I gotta get back in my
office. Thanks for the snort, dog.
What're you up to today?
Roger gestures at the phones and beepers.
ROGER
Think I get out of the house?
A BEEPER BEEPS. Roger shakes with Jake.
ROGER
Take care, Hoyt. You're gonna do
okay.
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31 INT. G-RIDE - 6TH STREET TO ALVARADO - MOVING - DAY 31

East on Sunset. Jake senses he passed a test. Alonzo smiling
at him. Alonzo offers him a cigarette. Jake accepts.
JAKE
What?
ALONZO
He liked you.

JAKE
Who is he? One of your snitches?
ALONZO
He's no snitch. He's a good man to
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in Niggertown.
(off Jake's look)
That's N-wordtown to you. What are
you, Hoyt? You ain't pure white boy.
You mixed?
JAKE
Italian, Irish and Mexican.
ALONZO
No shit? You're all dicked up.
Jake looks green, tosses the cigarette out the window. Alonzo
senses what's coming and SLAMS on the BRAKES, flings open
Jake's door. Jake vomits. A beat of dry heaving.
ALONZO
Okay, well's dry, kid.
JAKE
Sorry.
ALONZO
Wipe your chin.
Alonzo hands Jake a handkerchief. Jakes wipes his sweaty
face.
JAKE
I'm cool. Had to unload the
groceries.
ALONZO
You gotta learn how to party. To
handle a high. It's a necessary job
skill. I'm not kidding. It's an
alcohol world down here. You gotta
be able to hang. To get wasted and
talk shit with sketchy sociopathic
dumbasses and not pass out and get
your shoes stolen.
JAKE
I'm fine, just a little dizzy.
Alonzo lights a smoke, leaning on his car, cracks a brew.
ALONZO
Oh, damn!
JAKE'S POV
A beautiful Mexican woman pushing a baby carriage. CAMERA
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BACK TO SCENE
Jake stares, mouth open. Alonzo points out more beautiful
Latinas gracing the sidewalks.
ALONZO
Mmmm-mmmm. The brown woman is the
fine woman. Give her ten more babies
to push around. Thick and tasty.
Love to get up in that. Your old
lady white? Nordic cheerleader,
right?
JACK
Wrong. She's Chicana. Light-skinned.
ALONZO
I like my meat dark. C'mon, get in
the car.

34 EXT. G-RIDE - MACARTHUR PARK - MOVING - DAY 34

Alonzo sees Jake has his eyes closed.

ALONZO
C'mon, man. Open your eyes. You'll
make it worse.
Nothing.
ALONZO
Sit your ass up. Hoyt!
Jake locks bleary red eyes on Alonzo, jokingly:
JAKE
Who're you?
ALONZO
The Goddamn zig-zag man.
JAKE
Cool. I'm a cop.

ALONZO
You're a little bitty boot.
Alonzo cracks beers for him and Jake.
ALONZO
C'mon. It helps. Believe me. Gives
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Jake takes one. Alonzo drives over the 6th Street bridge.
Jake drops his beer, soaking his leg.
ALONZO
Dumbass.
He leans his head on the window pillar, feeling better.
Jake's eyes absorb the street's tableau of unworldly beauty
gliding by. Palm trees and sunshine. Paradise and hell in
one. His lids begin to drift shut. Then Jake sees a flash of
movement in an alley. Suddenly alert, he paws at the door
handle.

JAKE
Activity on the right! Stop the car!
ALONZO
Siddown, Hoyt. Everything's fine.
JAKE
Stop the car!
ALONZO
C'mon, relax. You're tripping.
Jake grabs the gearshift, throws it in reverse. The
transmission GRINDS, TIRES SCREECH. The ENGINE STALLS. Jake
is out like a shot --

35 EXT. STREET - CRACKHEAD ALLEY - DAY 35

-- he dodges an oncoming car.

ALONZO
Get your ass back here!
ON G-RIDE
Alonzo pulling to the curb.
ALONZO
Dumb-ass kid.
ON JAKE
Running like a deer. He enters the alley. Sees a book bag on
the ground. A dumpster ahead. Jake rounds it.
Fast.
HIS POV

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A devastatingly-beautiful Latina SCHOOLGIRL is pinned against

the wall by a tall CRACKHEAD. Her nose dots blood on her
uniform blouse.
BACK TO SCENE
The Crackhead hauls back to smack her. Jake charging.
JAKE
Police officer! You're under arrest!
The Crackhead punches Jake's throat. Stops him cold. Jake
realizes how huge this guy is. Gulp.
CRACKHEAD #1
Gonna fuck you too, cop.
ANOTHER CRACKHEAD dives from the shadows and tackles Jake.
Both go down hard. Jake gets his arm around Crackhead #2's
neck, squeezes, the forbidden choke hold.

Crackhead #1 stomps on Jake's head.

Alonzo drives the G-ride into the alley. Sits in the car and
enjoys the action.
Jake rides out Crackhead #1's vicious kicks as Crackhead #2
convulses from hypoxia. And finally goes limp. Jake lets go,
sweeps Crackhead #1's legs out from under him and hops to his
feet. Crackhead #1 stands too.
CRACKHEAD #1
Your ass is doomed.
Jake growls, snatches him up like a rag doll, spins him,
slams him hard. In a flash, Jake twists him into a pretzel,
drops a knee on his neck, grinds his head into the asphalt.
Clicks on the cuffs.
CRACKHEAD #1
We didn't do shit. Bitch is crazy
and shit.

Crackhead #2 coming to, starting to stand. Jake crosses to

him, pins his head with his knee. Slips a pair of flex cuffs
from his sock, zips them on the man's wrists.
CRACKHEAD #2
Man, you messin' up, slick. Homegirl
tradin' her ass for cookies.
JAKE
(bellows in rage)
Shut the fuck up, sir!

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ANGLE ON ALONZO
He casually exits the G-ride with a smile, impressed by
Jake's raw skill.
JAKE
Thanks for the help.
ALONZO
Shoulda shot 'em.

Jake crosses to the Schoolgirl.

JAKE
We're police officers. You okay? You
hurt?
SCHOOLGIRL
(to the Crackheads)
You're dead! My cousins are from
Trece Flats. They're gonna blast you
fools! Pinche mayates!
ALONZO
Miss! Relax! Are you okay?
SCHOOLGIRL
What? No. No, I'm not okay. Lookit
my nose. My mom's gonna trip out.
Alonzo gingerly examines her nose.

ALONZO
Honey, it's just a nosebleed. Put
ice on it. Don't be walkin' around
here alone. Tell your cousins to get
your back. You know what those
pieces shit were gonna do. Probably
got AIDS. Why aren't you in school?
SCHOOLGIRL
I was going to a ditch party.
ALONZO
You almost became a ditch party. Go
home. Go home, now.
She grabs her book bag and gets out of there.
JAKE
I gotta get her statement.

ALONZO

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Unhook 'em. We're not racking up

arrests.
JAKE
(shocked)
Kick 'em loose?
ALONZO
No. Get some shots in first.
JAKE
I have a punching bag at home. I
want them off the street.
Alonzo squats by Crackhead #1. Searches him.
ALONZO
Hear that, bro? My dog, here, wants
to lock you up. Been to the booty
house? Grabbin' ankles for the big
boys?
CRACKHEAD #1
Suck my dick, bitch. I know people.
ALONZO
Kick back, who's-who.
Alonzo finds rocks in one sock. Some twenties in the other.
He pockets the cash and crack. Searches Crackhead #2.
ALONZO
Where's your horn?
CRACKHEAD #2
Ain't got no horn.
Alonzo finds a glass pipe.
ALONZO
So what's this, chief? Gonna make
you eat it.
Instead, Alonzo grinds it underfoot.
ALONZO
You, stand up.
Alonzo hauls Crackhead #1 to his feet. Unlocks the cuffs,
tosses them to Jake. Crackhead #2 strains against the flex
cuffs.
ALONZO
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You get to keep those. Want to go to

jail or go home?
He steers Crackhead #1 to a wall, cocks his fist.
ALONZO
Ain't the first honey y'all pinned
to a wall, huh? Close your eyes.
Crackhead #1 does. Alonzo knees his groin oof! He falls to
the ground, whimpers in the fetal position.
ALONZO
Lucky I got pressing business. Next
time I cut your dick off and shove
it up your ass.
(pats Jake's back, winks)
I'll leave you three alone for some
quality time. Gonna grab some beer.
Alonzo gets in the car, backs out of the alley. Jake watches
Crackhead #1 whimper; Crackhead #2 writhes in the gutter.
It's futile to beat these men. Jake takes pity, walks away.
CRACKHEAD #2
Pussy-ass fool. Gonna see your ass
again. Gonna fuck you up, bitch.
Won't see shit coming. Creep like a
ninja and crack your head open. Blow
your house up. Punk-ass white boy.
Now you in my world, motherfucker.
Jake stops and turns around. He stoops to pick up a pink
plastic change purse.
INSIDE CHANGE PURSE
The Schoolgirl's bus pass and her freshman ID from Sacred
Convent High School.
BACK TO SCENE
Jake glares at the Crackheads.
JAKE
You assholes! She's fourteen!
CRACKHEAD #2
She all woman. Tax that ass for
days.
Man! Jake could kick his brains out. Somehow, he turns and
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CUT TO:

43 INT. G-RIDE - LONG BEACH AVE. - MOVING - DAY 43

Jake steams. Alonzo offers a beer from a new sixer. Jake
refuses. Alonzo counts and pockets the money he took. Notes
Jake's stare.
ALONZO
Wanna book sixty bucks? Where're the
suspects?
JAKE
You let them go.

ALONZO
Get over it. You wanna go runnin'
and gunnin', stay in patrol. This is
Investigations. Leave the garbage
for the garbage men. We're
professional anglers. We reel in the
big ones. Shoulda dished out some
shoe leather. You'd have a big 'ol
smile on your face.
JAKE
I get my shits and grins booking bad
guys, not beating them.
ALONZO
Man-- The hell you doing running
alone into an alley fulla cracked-
out monkey-strong motherfuckers?
Those hemorrhoids woulda killed you
without mercy or hesitation.
JAKE
That's why they belong in prison.
ALONZO
They lost their money, their rock,
got beat down and now the eses from
Trece Flats are gonna smoke 'em.
Jesus, what more do you want?
JAKE
Justice.
ALONZO
Is that not justice?
JAKE
That's street justice.

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ALONZO
What's wrong with street justice?
JAKE
Let the animals wipe themselves out,
right?
ALONZO
God willing. But it don't work like
that. They wipe out the good folks.
It's always school kids, mommies and
ass-bustin' family men catching
stray slugs in their noodles. You
protect the flock by catching the
wolves. And it takes a wolf to catch
a wolf.
JAKE
What?
ALONZO
You protect --
JAKE
I heard you. Whatever.

A beat.
JAKE
When do you lock anyone up? Seems
like you're too busy keeping people
out.
Bad mistake. Alonzo slaps him. Glares at him.
ALONZO
Shut up, boot! Nothin' but shit
'tween your ears. They build prisons
cause a me! Judges have handed out
fifteen thousand man years of
incarceration time based on my
investigations. My record speaks for
itself. How many felons have you
collared? Dickhead.
Now that it's clear who's the boss, they drive in tense
silence for a long beat. Alonzo digs in his pocket --

ALONZO
Here--
-- hands Jake the rocks he found. A beat.
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I'm not smoking crack.

ALONZO
Good. I'm glad to hear that. Toss
'em in the glove box.
Jake does, sees several more rocks under some papers.
ALONZO
Comes in handy. Like a credit card.
(offers Jake a beer)
You earned it. C'mon.
Jake refuses.

ALONZO
No matter what I say, I want you to
know, you did the right thing.
Reminds me of when I could chase
down anyone and rock their world.
You're a good cop. You got fire.
That was some amazing shit back
there.
JAKE
Thanks.
ALONZO
That the choke hold I saw you
applying? Isn't that a big no-no,
procedure-boy?
JAKE
Well-- I was getting my ass kicked.

ALONZO
You did what you had to do.
Alonzo gives Jake a beer and grins at him like a proud dad.
ALONZO
You got a magic eye, Hoyt. You have
a goddamn magic eye. Up your street
I.Q. and you'll do some damage,
crime fighter.
They clink cans. Jake smiles.
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If you don't know the neighborhood, stay the hell out. A

Regal with four rough-looking gangsters bumps its radio
through the intersection, oozing menace. Then the G-Ride
rolls through the intersection.
CUT TO:

45 INT. G-RIDE - CENTRAL AVE. - MOVING - DAY 45

The area fills Alonzo's eyes with memories.
ALONZO
Did my probation here. Learned a lot
on these blocks. Kicked some ass.
Had my ass kicked.
JAKE
Back in the day.
ALONZO
Yeah, back in the day. Been on the
job thirteen years. Today's my date
of employment.
JAKE
No shit. Happy anniversary.
They shake hands.
ALONZO
Thanks. Thirteen's an unlucky
number. But I figure the seven to go
cancel it out.
Alonzo turns on McKinley. He reaches over, digs in the glove
box. Pulls out a photograph and hands it to Jake.
INSERT - PHOTO
A spit-and-polish, young cop in crisp blues, white gloves,
holding his pistol at inspection arms.
BACK TO SCENE

Jake looks at the photo, then at Alonzo. Realizing:

JAKE
You're Mr. Clean.
ALONZO
I had a few misconceptions when I
started out.
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Shit's going down. See that?

JAKE
Buncha graffiti.
ALONZO
Crossing out each other's placas
like that. Ghettoville and the
Locotes are at war.
Alonzo rounds a corner. A driveby is under investigation.
Several black and whites, crime-scene tape. A coroner's van.
Flares block the street. A rookie gestures for Alonzo to
stop.
Alonzo badges him and drives around a bullet-riddled Cutlass
with two dead gangsters spilling out the open doors. Jake
gawks, Alonzo is utterly nonplussed.
ALONZO
Learn to read walls, not just street
signs.
Alonzo turns down an alley. Then pulls onto a boulevard.
After a block, he pulls into a different neighborhood. Alonzo
glimpses some pit bulls down a driveway. A beat later he
points out a house.
ALONZO
On the left. See that house? Dude
named Spooky lived there. Mean old
vato loco. Mexican Mafia. No one
messed with Spooky. Even got respect
from the cops. We'd keep an eye on
his house. You like dogs?
JAKE
Gotta six-year-old Rottweiler. Not
too bright, but he's good with my
kid.
ALONZO
Rotties are good dogs. Dobermans are
better. Spooky raised Dobermans. On
my second week of patrol, when I was
not knowin' shit, we roll by
Spooky's one night. I observe this
old, black fool named Too Fine, all
drunk, beating the shit out of this
female Doberman. Beautiful dog,
seven months old. Too Fine's
whoopin' her with a garden hose.
This dog's just crying, shaking. I
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pissed. I tell my T.O. 'I'm gonna

take him.' And my T.O. is like: 'No,
no. It's cool.' He waves to Too Fine
and this motherfucker smiles and
waves back and keeps hitting the
dog.
ALONZO
Thought I lost my damn mind. Tells
me Spooky gave him twenty bucks to
beat the shit out of it. My T.O.,
this good 'ol boy, looks me in the
eye and says: 'Teaches 'em to hate
niggers.' Almost quit right there.
Almost got out of that black and
white and took the bus home.
Jake looks at Alonzo.
JAKE
That's fucked-up. That's one of the
most whacked things I ever heard.
ALONZO
Just remembered that. Every time I'd
seen it all, the street'd show me
something even more twisted. I know
you didn't see no shit like that in
the Valley.
JAKE
No, I haven't.
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48 INT. G-RIDE - CRENSHAW BLVD. - MOVING - DAY 48

Alonzo scans the infamous Boulevard searching for prey. Sees
a gaunt DEALER on a corner, in a wheelchair. Alonzo hands
Jake a twenty.

ALONZO
Still up twenty. Your turn. Put your
hood up.
JAKE
What do I say?
ALONZO
Ad lib, boy. Use your words.
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DEALER
What you want, homie?
JAKE
Crack. Twenty dollars' worth.
DEALER
Fuck you, rookie.

He spins and rolls away quickly. Alonzo shoots Jake a look.

ALONZO
Fetch, boy. Fetch.
Jake bolts from the car.

49 EXT. CRENSHAW BOULEVARD - DAY 49

ON DEALER wheeling away. He sees Jake, speeds up. Then
suddenly darts into a wig shop.

50 INT. WIG SHOP - DAY 50

The Dealer heads for the back. Where a door leads out to an
alley. He reaches for the door handle. Jake tackles him. Gets
the Dealer in a compliance hold and cuffs him. Alonzo enters
the store, badges the owner.

ALONZO
Love doing that, huh?
Jake searches the Dealer as rows of display heads stare with
blind eyes.
ALONZO
Who you work for, shitstain?
DEALER
Can't work. I'm on disability.
ALONZO
Bullshit. You crackin'.
Jake finishes searching.
ALONZO
No rocks?
JAKE
No rocks.
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(laughing)
Aw, dang. See? Y'all ain't got shit.
The man comin' up short again.
Alonzo glares.
ALONZO
I never come up short, fool. Open
your mouth.
The Dealer does. Sensing to not play with Alonzo.
ALONZO
Lift your tongue.
He does.
DEALER
See. I ain't be gottin' shit.
ALONZO
Gimme a pen.
Jake does. Alonzo grabs the Dealer's neck. Forces the pen in
his mouth. Down his throat. He gags urgh! Vomits.
DEALER
Shit, man!
Jake is stunned. Alonzo inspects the spattered sidewalk. Sees
Saran-wrapped rocks.
ALONZO
Lookie those.
DEALER
That's corn.
ALONZO
That's Jimmy crack corn and I don't
care. One, two, three, four, five,
six. How'd you swallow that shit
without water?
DEALER
This is bullshit! Civil rights
violatin' motherfuckers.
Alonzo slaps him.
ALONZO
Gonna act like a man or a bitch?!
Got you cold. Wanna go to jail? Or
go home? Gimme a name.

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The Dealer mulls it over.

DEALER
He in County.
ALONZO
Who?

DEALER
Sandman. He's shot callin'.
ALONZO
Unhook him, Hoyt.
(to Dealer)
You on my team now. Be seeing you,
homie.
Jake unlocks the cuffs. Alonzo steps over the vomit and
crack.
ALONZO
And collect the evidence.
JAKE
Hell no.
ALONZO
You're learning.

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51 INT. G-RIDE - WATTS - MOVING - DAY 51

Jake keeps looking at Alonzo, half impressed, half appalled.
ALONZO
What?
JAKE
You don't give a shit. That stuff
doesn't fly anymore. What if that
guy complains?
ALONZO
To who?
JAKE
Look, I like my badge.

Alonzo gives a reassuring look, dials a cell phone.

ALONZO

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Afternoon, Bob. It's Alonzo. Got

your gang book?
(beat)
I need a res. Sandman from Mobsters,
might be in custody.
(beat)
Okay, shoot.
Alonzo jots the information on a notepad.
ALONZO
Thank you, sir. That's gonna do it.
Have a good one.
Alonzo hangs up. Shows Jake the address with a grin.

JAKE
We go after the Sandman?
ALONZO
We go after the Sandman.
Jake smiles.

52 EXT. SANDMAN'S STREET - DAY 52

Near 13th and Mona Blvd. Graffiti on a wall: "MOBSTERS HOOD -
- SANDMAN." The G-Ride glides INTO FRAME and OUT.
ANGLE
The G-Ride parks in front of a house. Alonzo and Jake exit.
Alonzo pops the trunk. Inside is a microwave box, toaster, a
boom box, a TV.
JAKE
Gonna open a Circuit City?
ALONZO
It's unclaimed shit from property. I
pass it out to informants, victims,
witnesses. Help their families out.
Alonzo fishes out an LAPD Windbreaker, "POLICE" across the
back. Hands it to Jake.
ALONZO
Wear that. Intel says his wife's in
the residence with two female
juveniles and a possible male
juvenile.
JAKE

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If he's not here, why are we here?

Alonzo pulls a paper out of his pocket, unfolds it.

ALONZO
We gotta serve this search warrant.
It's the Chinese take-out menu Jake handed him earlier.
JAKE
We can't do that.
ALONZO
Yes we can, supercop. Ding-ding,
that's the school bell.
He slams the trunk. Pulls his gun. They cross to the door.
JAKE
Get a real warrant.
ALONZO
I wanna get shit done.

54 EXT. SANDMAN'S HOUSE - DAY 54

They step onto the porch. Take sides by the front door.
ALONZO
Don't get me killed, new guy.
He knocks on the security screen.
ALONZO
Police! Search warrant!
Silence. Alonzo knocks again. Nods at Jake.
JAKE
L.A.P.D.! Open the door.
Nothing. Then:
SANDMAN'S WIFE (O.S.)
Kevin ain't here. He up at the Honor
Ranch.

ALONZO
L.A.P.D.! Please open the door or we
kick it in! Ma'am?!
CLICKING. The door is unlocked, opened. SANDMAN'S WIFE, an
attractive black woman, stands on the other side of the

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security screen. Alonzo waves the menu.

ALONZO
Search warrant. Unlock the door and
back away.
She does, Alonzo snaps it open, rushes in, Jake follows.

55 INT. SANDMAN'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 55

Jake and Alonzo swinging guns around the room -- two scared
toddlers in a playpen. Sandman's Wife sits on the couch.

JAKE
Stand up, ma'am.
He searches the couch for a weapon.
ALONZO
Anyone else in the house, ma'am?
SANDMAN'S WIFE
My nephew, Dimitri. He in the
bedroom. The boy is ten.
ALONZO
Cover her. Gonna clear the house.
JAKE
You can sit. Please keep your hands
on your knees.
Alonzo exits through a doorway into the kitchen.

ALONZO (O.S.)
Kitchen's clear!
We hear ALONZO moving through the bedrooms.
ALONZO (O.S.)
Bedrooms're clear! Bringing out the
kid!
Alonzo marches Dimitri, 10, into the living room. The
youngster trembles.
ALONZO
S'okay, son, we're the good guys. Go
sit on the couch with your aunt.
House is code-four. Gonna start my
search.
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SANDMAN'S WIFE
I wanna read the warrant. Supposed
to give me a copy.
JAKE
(reacts)
My partner has it.
She looks out the window at the empty street.
SANDMAN'S WIFE
Where's your back-up?
JAKE
Ma'am, please be quiet while we
conduct our investigation.
SANDMAN'S WIFE
You got the gun, boss.
(sotto)
Crooked-ass pigs.
The kids stare at Jake like an occupying soldier. He crosses
to Dimitri, smiles.
JAKE
Hey, little man. How's it going?
Jake tries to shake. Dimitri crosses his arms, looks away.
Sandman's Wife smirks. O.S., the SOUNDS of Alonzo tearing
apart the bedrooms like a hurricane. Making a hell of a mess.
Sandman's Wife stands.
JAKE
Ma'am. Stay seated.
SANDMAN'S WIFE
Who you be thinkin'? Comin' in like
you pay the rent.
JAKE
Ma'am, sit down.
SANDMAN'S WIFE
Both y'alls stink. Drinkin' all day.
Gotta get liquored up to do
business?
Alonzo is suddenly quiet. Jake backs to the doorway, peeks
around it. Sees a dresser with a mirror.
IN MIRROR
Alonzo shoves something big down his jacket.

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BACK TO SCENE
JAKE
Siddown. Now.
SANDMAN'S WIFE
Gonna shoot me, boss? Kids, don't
look. The drunk policeman gonna
shoot me now.
Alonzo enters, excited, grinning.

ALONZO
Didn't find shit. Let's go, sorry
about the inconvenience, ma'am.
Thank you for your cooperation.
He and Jake head for the door.
SANDMAN'S WIFE
I wanna see the warrant.
ALONZO
Here.
He hands her the menu as they exit.
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58 EXT. SANDMAN'S STREET - DAY 58

At the end of the block, three big gangsters buy Popsicles

from an ice cream truck.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Sandman's Wife bursts out of the house, screams at Jake and
Alonzo as they climb in the G-Ride.
SANDMAN'S WIFE
Y'all jackers! You ain't no damn
police! Get on back here with my
money!
She sees the gangsters.
SANDMAN'S WIFE
Why y'all standin' there lookin'
pretty?! Blast them fools!
The gangsters trade looks. Start running towards.

G-RIDE

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Alonzo sees the gangsters. Tries STARTING the CAR. The engine
won't catch.
ALONZO
C'mon, baby. Don't do me like that.
The gangsters getting closer.
ALONZO
You bitch! Start!
Jake sees a Glock pulled from a waistband.
JAKE
Gun! Gun! Gun!
VAROOM! Alonzo SQUEALS from the driveway.
The armed gangster drops to one knee. The G-Ride tear-asses
away in Glock's sights.

POP!-POP!-POP!-POP!-POP!
A ROUND SHATTERS a taillight. ANOTHER pierces the trunk --

62 INT. G-RIDE - SANDMAN'S STREET - DAY 62

-- the back seat, the front seat, the six-pack and finally
the dash. Jake reacting to beer spray.

63 INT/EXT. G-RIDE - FREEWAY - DAY 63

Alonzo rounds the corner, tosses the wounded cans out the
window.
ALONZO
Shit-- Let's hit a liquor store.
Jake fingers the hole in the dash.

ALONZO
Gun! Gun! Gun!
Jake startles, Alonzo laughing.
ALONZO
First time you been shot at?
JAKE
(lies)
No.

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ALONZO
Yeah, it was. Take the jacket off.
Jake does, Alonzo takes whatever is in his jacket, wraps it
in the raid jacket and sets it at his feet.
JAKE
That wasn't cool. That wasn't cool
at all. Where's the Sandman? What
the hell were you doing in there?
ALONZO
Looking for narcotics activity.
Scales. Baggies. Guns. Coke. Bud.
Etcetera.
JAKE
Cash?
ALONZO
Speak on it, son.
JAKE
She was screaming about money.
ALONZO
Bitch was talking shit. Trying to
get us blasted by her homies.
Jake looks at the raid jacket.

ALONZO
What?
JAKE
I dunno. I'm just a new guy. A
daisy-fresh boot. You tell me what.
ALONZO
I don't deny my shit stinks. I will
never deny that. So why do I got the
best arrest and conviction record in
the county. Why? 'Cause I don't
handicap myself with bullshit.
JAKE
I thought that bullshit served a
purpose.
ALONZO
You thought wrong. There's some
profoundly evil people walking free
on the streets right now who've
killed three, four, five people. I

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know it, they know it, every

detective on payroll knows it. Why
do these turds still float around?
The rules. I take down the duly
deserving. I'm not locking up Mr.
Nine-to-five, Mr. Family Provider.
Jake shaking his head angrily.
ALONZO
C'mon, communicate. What aren't you
saying? Talk to me.
A beat. Then Jake fixes Alonzo with a stare.
JAKE
I think-- I think you're a rogue
cop.

Alonzo laughs his ass off. Wipes his eyes, he laughs so hard.
Ahead on the freeway, a Highway Patrol cruiser is on the
opposite shoulder.
ALONZO
Hoyt, man. Know what? You're
alright. You are alright.
JAKE
Whatever. I'm gonna be on the six
o'clock news in an orange jumpsuit
and handcuffs because of you. With
the scandals and whatnot, it's open
season on misconduct. They'll nail
us to the wall.
(worried, repentant)
God, what the hell did I just do?
Alonzo holds up a finger for him to stop and pulls over on
the shoulder opposite the cruiser. A highway patrolman helps
a distressed female motorist change a tire.
ALONZO
You're in a privileged position to
learn a thing or two if you can keep
your mouth shut and your eyes open.
If you're serious about doing good
in the real world, this is the place
to learn how. Gun! Gun! Gun! If this
shit shakes you up, go back to
Division and cry to the Watch
Commander. He'll find you a nice job
lighting flares and measuring
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a wolf or a sheep. If you want on my

squad, I'll sign your card.
Alonzo stops the car. Alonzo puts his foot on the dash,
reveals his unit's tattoo on his ankle. Jake reacts.
ALONZO
Get your ink.
(re: the patrolman)
Or get out and give him a hand.
Alonzo reaches over and opens Jake's door. Jake looks around,
looks at the tattoo. Forget it, he's out. Jake exits the car.
Jake stands on the shoulder, squints at the patrolman
fighting lugnuts. Jake knows what he wants to do. He gets
back in the G-ride. Slams the door and nails Alonzo with a
steely look of resolve.
JAKE
I'm in.
Alonzo holds out his hand. Jake shakes, serious.
Solemn.
ALONZO
Welcome to Narcotics, Officer Hoyt.
JAKE
I'm going to do my best.
ALONZO
You do and you'll run the unit some
day.
(a beat)
You hungry? Let's code seven.
Alonzo SCREECHES out of there.

64 INT. G-RIDE - JUNGLE - MOVING - DAY 64

Jake nervously glances around one of the toughest parts of
the city. A strong point adorned with wrought iron and
concertina wire. Alonzo looks around cautiously, puts his gun
in his lap, wary.
JAKE
What are you doing? We'll be killed
coming in here.
ALONZO
Oh, you've heard about this neck of
the woods?

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JAKE
This is the Jungle. They said never
come in here with anything less than
a platoon.

65 EXT. G-RIDE - CUL-DE-SAC - MOVING - DAY 65

Alonzo enters a cul-de-sac of run-down houses and apartments.
Formidable fences line the entire block. A fortress.
ALONZO
This is the heart right here. The
headquarters. A lot of murder
investigations lead here. One way
in, no way out. Strictly heavy
hitters. Damus don't play.
Jake is really uncomfortable.
JAKE
I thought we were going to eat.
A little kid runs out of the corner house. He eyes Alonzo,
then hops on his bike and rides OUT OF VIEW into the cul-de-
sac. A beat. The little kid returns. Waves Alonzo into the
cul-de-sac. Alonzo turns onto the dangerous dead-end, driving
around a poorly-parked van.
ALONZO
Lots of eyes on us right now. Never
come up in here without me. For your
safety. I'm serious.
JAKE
Okay. Why do you have a golden pass?
The little kid gives Jake an unsettling mad dog stare.
ALONZO
Because I'm square with 'em. But
they know if the line is crossed,
I'm leading the platoon in here.
Two solid, early teen gangsters lean against a fence. One
claps sharply. Alonzo gestures for Jake to look up through
the windshield.
JAKE'S POV
A dozen pigeons dive from the sky, right at the G-ride.
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Jake reacts. The gangster claps his hands again and the
pigeons pull out of their dive and arc back into the sky. The
gangster smiles at Alonzo.
JAKE
What the hell was that?
ALONZO
They're flipping pigeons to let
folks know I'm here.
Jake looking at Alonzo, lost. Alonzo grins.
At the far end of a driveway, more gangsters work out and
drink. One of them is benching over 300 pounds.
Alonzo parks at the end of the cul-de-sac. Jake and Alonzo
get out. Cross to a gate where two more GANGSTERS kick it.
They look at Jake.
GANGSTER
'Sup, Lonz. Thanks for helping my
cousin.
ALONZO
I got your back, dog.
(re: Jake)
He's my people.
Alonzo pushes open the gate. The gangsters regard him coldly
as he passes.
NEW ANGLE
Behind Alonzo's back, the gangsters' disposition becomes
disdain.

GANGSTER
Sick'a that pig actin' like king-
shit.

69 EXT. APARTMENT COURTYARD - DAY 69

Kids play in the bare dirt yard. A huge pit bull is chained
to a tree.
JAKE
(re: the gangsters)
And those guys?
ALONZO
Punk ass fools. I got all these
busters under my thumb.

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An old woman sweeps her doorstep and glares at Jake.

ALONZO
Buenas tardes, Dona Lucila.
The old woman smiles, nods. Jake and Alonzo cross to some
stairs, climb the steps. A 15-year-old girl exits with a
laundry basket. Alonzo leers.
ALONZO
Gonna throw her dad in jail. Raise
her up myself. Like veal.
Jake reacts, unsure if Alonzo is joking.

70 EXT. SARA'S APARTMENT - DAY 70

Alonzo knocks on a door.
JAKE
What's here?
ALONZO
A loving touch.
WOMAN (O.S.)
Quien?
ALONZO
Policia, senorita.
The door opens, there stands SARA, a ravishing Salvadoran in
a housedress. She hugs Alonzo, plants a big kiss on him.
SARA
Hi, papi.
She notices Jake and backs off.
ALONZO
He's just my new guy.
She holds out her hand. They shake.
SARA
Hi. How are you?
JAKE
Good, thank you.
SARA
Come in, come in. Welcome to my
house.

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Alonzo enters, Jake follows.

CUT TO:

71 INT. SARA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 71

The living room is filled with Salvadoran kitsch. It's
bright, airy, a refuge. A 2-year-old boy on the couch watches
cartoons. Alonzo motions for Jake to sit.
ALONZO
You had a rough morning. Relax and
let her hook you up.
He disappears into the bedroom. Sara hands Jake the remote.
SARA
Here. Take this. I have cable. You
watch what you want. This is your
house. Don't be shy.
She crosses to the kitchen. Sounds of POTS, DISHES.
Jake is about to change the channel. The kid gives him a
look. He puts away the remote.
Sara returns with a massive tray of food, chicken stew,
beans, rice, salad, tortillas, the works. She sets the mouth-
watering spread before Jake.
SARA
This is El Salvador food. I hope you
like it.
JAKE
Thank you. This is great. I'm
starving.
She hangs a beat, embarrassed.
SARA
I'm sorry. I have to--
Jake knows. She runs off.
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72 INT. SARA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY - LATER 72

Jake dozes, his plate wiped clean, an arm around the little
kid, still watching cartoons. Alonzo enters, invigorated, he
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ALONZO
Let's go. We're rollin'. Gotta
meeting in fifteen.
Jake stirs, stretches. Stands. Alonzo shows him the door.
ALONZO
Go to the car.
JAKE
I'd like to thank her for the food.
It was great.
ALONZO
I'll tell her, don't worry.
Jake tussles the kid's hair.
JAKE
See you later, little man.
Jake exits. Alonzo picks up his son. Hugs him tight.
ALONZO
(subtitled)
Hey. Como esta, mijo? Te portas
bien? Esta creciendo, papasito.
How are you, son? You're getting
big.
Sara watches from the bedroom doorway. Seeing Alonzo like
this rips her apart.
CUT TO:

73 INT. G-RIDE - 6TH STREET - MOVING - DAY 73

Heading east on 6th Street. The buildings of downtown loom
ahead. The noon sun high and bright.
JAKE
What about your queen?
ALONZO
Sara's my princess.
JAKE
I like her. She's a really cool
lady.
ALONZO
So are her two sisters. They look
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like to be in the middle of a bitch

sandwich? Come to Vegas with us.
JAKE
No, thanks. I get mine at home.
ALONZO
You're missing out. I should know.
JAKE
Her kid looks just like you. He's
number five?
ALONZO
Number six.
JAKE
Six kids. That's all? Or you holding
royal court in a few more houses?
ALONZO
I'm only aware of six.
JAKE
It's easy to make a baby --
ALONZO
-- and hard to take care of one.
Fuck you, okay? No one's going
hungry. Everyone gets plenty of what
they need: toys, shoes, clothes.
JAKE
Love?
Alonzo shoots a look at Jake.
ALONZO
Let's not talk about my family.
CUT TO:

74 INT/EXT. G-RIDE - PACIFIC DINING CAR - DAY 74

The G-Ride pulls up to the downtown L.A. landmark. Alonzo's
CELL RINGS.
ALONZO
Get out.
Jake does. Alonzo talks on his cell a heated beat. Jake
overhears:

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ALONZO
You'll get the damn money.
Alonzo hangs up, exits the car uncharacteristically shaken.
He and Jake cross to the entrance. Alonzo slips an old man
polishing shoes a twenty. Alonzo, the raid jacket tucked
underarm, hands Jake some eyedrops.
ALONZO
Use it.
Jake does. Alonzo opens the door.
JAKE
Who's here?
ALONZO
Don't speak unless spoken to.

CUT TO:

75 INT. PACIFIC DINING CAR - BACK ROOM - DAY 75

Leather booths and big, padded chairs. It's empty. Save for a
corner table. Three scary 40ish bruisers in immaculate suits,
DOUG, STAN, and LOU, share a top-notch cabernet.
Doug and Stan see Alonzo, react like they've seen a ghost.
Lou turns, sees Alonzo. And quickly stands. It's tense. Like
there could be a gunfight. Jake's hand creeps to his gun.
Alonzo and Lou converge, trading serious questions and
answers with their eyes. Jake watches Stan and Doug. They
watch him. Alonzo and Lou grab hands grimly.
LOU
(softly)
I don't know why I'm meeting you. I
don't talk to dead men.

ALONZO
(smiles, winks)
Ain't dead yet, you prick.
They shake vigorously, smile big. Everyone relaxes.
LOU
Who the hell is Ricky Rookie?
Alonzo grabs Jake's shoulder, pulls him into the huddle. Jake
notes none wear shoes.
ALONZO

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This is Jake Hoyt, first day in my

squad.
Jake shakes Lou's hand. Sees an LAPD Captain's badge on his
belt. Jake realizes these guys are police administrators.
ALONZO
Jake, this is Lou Jacobs. You ever
have to talk to a fed, talk to this
man first. He'll get your back.
JAKE
Pleased to meet you, sir.
ALONZO
This is Stan Gursky, runs the D.A.'s
shooting team. Think about him
before you pull a trigger, okay?
Stan will rock your world if you
make a bad call.
JAKE
(shaking with Stan)
Pleased to meet you, sir.
ALONZO
And this is Doug Rosselli, does
high-dollar theft cases for the
poodle crowd. Your Picasso takes a
trip, Doug'll find it or die trying.
Doug stares at Jake like he's a bug as they shake. Jake
withers a little.
JAKE
Pleased to meet you, sir.
Lou takes Alonzo's arm.
LOU
Have a seat, guy.
Alonzo slides into a leather chair at their table.
ALONZO
Shoo, boy. Shoo.
He points out the corner table for Jake. Jake crosses, sits,
his back to their table.
LOU
Seems like a good kid.
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Why the long face, Doug? Feds seize

your house or something?
Chuckles from Lou and Stan.
DOUG
Spent twelve months trying to catch
this serial burglar. A real
slickster, gave up nothing. Captain
rode my ass the entire time. What
broke it? Luck. Caught in the act by
a patrolman. We had him.
Prosecutor's first major case but he
slam-dunked it. From a stepladder.
Jury deliberates half a day. Comes
back guilty on ten out of eleven
counts. The shitbag was looking at a
twenty-five minimum.
STAN
Minimum. Bye-bye, toilet-licker.
DOUG
Sentencing was today --
LOU
-- Judge is female.
DOUG
Right. Landers.
ALONZO
I know her. Sharp lady.
DOUG
Before this guy goes to the hearing,
he gets a hold of some peanut butter
and packs his ass crack with it.

DOUG
Before the arraignment hearing
today, the guy gets a hold of some
peanut butter and packs his ass
crack with it. He's standing tall
before the bench to give his
statement, shoves his hand down his
pants and comes out with a gob of
fuckin' extra-chunky Jiff. Coulda
heard a pin drop. Bailiffs wouldn't
come near him. He looks the judge
right in her eyes and licks his
fingers clean. Holy shit. The judge,
she screams. All these homeowners

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are there to read statements, they

run out screaming.
Alonzo is breaking up. Stan and Lou too.
ON JAKE
laughing too.
DOUG
No wait, here's the punchline. Judge
orders him to psychiatric.
STAN
Fucker'll do six months in the
puzzle factory before they say he's
normal and kick him loose.
DOUG
Won't do a day in prison.
ALONZO
If the asshole's clever enough to
play the system like that, I say he
earned his freedom.
DOUG
I see him on the street, I'm gonna
fuckin' do him.
ALONZO
Take his bullets, Stan.
Laughs.
ALONZO
Hey, listen, been showing my new guy
around town. Scored some reefer for
him to smoke. But he wouldn't. So I
run through the whole bit, the gun
to the head. Everything. 'Okay,' he
says. I light up and it stinks like
burnt rubber, right? Nevertheless, I
pass it to him.
The detectives grin knowingly.
STAN
You're an asshole.
DOUG
Kid's gotta learn.
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We're in MacArthur Park and he

starts screaming and jumps out of my
car.
The detectives are hooked. So is--
JAKE
Listening, sipping water.
ALONZO
So I chase him down this alley and,
holy shit, he's jamming two huge
crackheads and there's this mamacita
with a bloody nose. Kid stopped a
rape.
STAN
No shit.
LOU
Kid's got a magic eye.
ALONZO
That's what I told him. Kid's a
prince.
Jake beams with beer-buzzed pride.
ON DETECTIVES
ALONZO
His first day on the squad and know
what he tells me?
(pathetic voice)
'You're a rogue cop.'
Roars of laughter from the Detectives.
ON JAKE
He turns, sees it's a serious pow-wow. Overhears:
STAN
Heard you had an expensive weekend
in Vegas. How'd you screw up so bad?
ALONZO
How could I know? Vegas ain't my
town. I'm not omniscient.
LOU
You should hop a jet outta here.

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ALONZO
Why? It's an easy fix.

LOU
How?
ALONZO
I can cash out an account.
STAN
Whose?
ALONZO
One of mine. My first.
The three suits shudder, trade looks.
LOU
You're messed up.
ALONZO
He's a security risk. Who's gonna
keep him off the radar if I'm gone.
You? I'm taxing him.
A beat. Stan acquiesces.
STAN
It's your call. Do not dick this up.
I do not want you on the front page
with the rest of those assholes.
Alonzo smiles. And the men speak in hushed tones. Jake turns
to look.
JAKE'S POV
Lou, Doug, Stan and Alonzo stare back at him.
BACK TO SCENE
Jake snaps his eyes to his plate. The men murmur. The Waiter
arrives with Jake's steak.
WAITER
You should know when not to listen.
Jake reacts. The Waiter quickly exits. Jake looks at his
steak. Pushes away the plate.
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Alonzo and Jake exit. It's obvious something big is going

down. Alonzo is excited, happy, the raid jacket underarm. He
crosses to the valet.
ALONZO
Gimme the keys for the grey one.
Alonzo receives a key ring. Alonzo crosses to one of three
plush unmarked police sedans in the lot. Jake watches him
open the trunk and empty his jacket inside. Alonzo returns
the keys to the valet.

CUT TO:

83 INT. G-RIDE - 6TH STREET INTO DOWNTOWN - MOVING - DAY 83

Alonzo drives away. Dials his cell phone.
ALONZO
It's me. We gotta green light. Fax
the warrant to the clerk and tell
her to get the judge to sign it. I
want you and Paul to bring it to
location one. Have Jeff get some
picks and shovels. Sign 'em out from
maintenance. Copy that?
(beat)
Good. Hurry up.
He hangs up.
JAKE
How much was in your jacket?
ALONZO
Forty G's.
JAKE
What for?
ALONZO
You wanna know?
JAKE
I wanna know.
ALONZO
Nothing's free in this world. Not
even an arrest warrant.
Jake didn't want to know.
JAKE

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Who's it for?
ALONZO
A real bag of shit. A genuine bad
guy. Been investigating this vile
bastard for ten years. He's a big
fish in a big pond. Today I fry him.
The squad's gonna get some glory.
Talkin' name-making shit. We'll be
getting handshakes from the Chief
and Mayor. Wanna piece, new guy?
A beat. Jake smiles. Sounds good.
JAKE
Hell, yeah. I wanna piece.
ALONZO
Knew you would.
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84 EXT. PARKING GARAGE - DAY 84

Near downtown. An unmarked police sedan waits. The G-Ride
parks next to it. Alonzo and Jake exit.
Out of the sedan steps MARK, a Chicano clothes horse in
Italian silk. And PAUL, a steely-eyed, heavyset black guy.
JEFF and TIM exit, clean-cut white guys, Jeff has a mullet.
Tim is generic but tough-looking.
JEFF
Nice suit, Mark.
TIM
Beautiful suit.
Now Alonzo and Jake get out. Six cops huddled in an alley.
Jake fits right in with the motley bunch. Mark hands Alonzo
the warrant.
ALONZO
Thanks.
(to Jeff and Tim)
My picks and shovels?
JEFF
In the trunk.
MARK
Gonna dig a ditch?

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ALONZO
You are. Great suit.
MARK
Shut up.
ALONZO
(shakes with Paul)
Howdy, killer.
PAUL
Alonzo, what the hell's going on?
I've been hearing things. You good?
ALONZO
Don't worry. I talked to the three
wise men. It's all good.
His men trade looks, they have total trust in him. Jake is a
little nervous.
PAUL
You say we get away with it, let's
hit this fool. Who's this?
JAKE
Jake Hoyt. First day in the unit.
I'm coming from Valley patrol.
He holds out his hand. Paul scoffs.
PAUL
You're a long way from Starbucks.
(to Alonzo)
Why's he in on this shit?
ALONZO
Gotta pop his cherry sometime.
PAUL
(to Jake; peeved)
Stay the hell outta my way, little
puppy. This is big dog work.
Alonzo notes Jake's unease, shows him the warrant.
ALONZO
It's the real deal. Signed by the
judge. Thank the Sandman.
(addresses everyone)
Our safety comes first. He gives us
shit, we give him lead. Let's do
this right so everyone can go home

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and do the wife and girlfriend thing

tonight.
(checks his watch)
Suit up, ladies. Time to punch in.
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85 EXT. ROGER'S HOUSE - ALLEY - FENCE - DAY 85

Five cops crouch outside a gate with shotguns, MP-5s. Assault
vests and helmets worn over civvies. Jake and Jeff to one
side. Paul, Mark and Tim to the other. Alonzo crosses to the
gate with bolt cutters and snaps the padlock. The five cops
open the gate and run to --

86 EXT. ROGER'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - DAY 86

The back door of the little house. Paul and Mark kick it
open. Wood splinters. The five cops rush inside.

87 INT. ROGER'S HOUSE - DAY 87

The cops run through the kitchen into a familiar living room.
A familiar one. This is Roger's house. Jake is surprised,
confused.
Roger reads on the couch, the morning paper. He's nonplussed
to find himself surrounded by police, weapons.
MARK
Freeze up! You need to not move,
breathe, think or blink.
ROGER
What are you clowns doing here?
PAUL
Shut up! New guy! His hands move,
blast him.
Jake aiming his shotgun at Roger's head.
JAKE
I'm on him.
Roger, holding his newspaper, recognizes Jake.
ROGER
You know what you're doing, son?
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PAUL
Drop what's in your hands. Before
zero. Five. Four. Three. Two.
CLUNK-CLUNK! Two tiny derringers hit the coffee table. Roger
had been palming them. Paul sweeps them aside with his foot.
The cops relax a little. Roger folds his paper. Sets it down,
takes off his reading glasses. A principal besieged by
truants.
ROGER
Alonzo's gonna kill you guys.
Alonzo enters the shattered door. Holding picks, shovels. He
drops the tools. They crash to the floor. Roger crosses his
arms and glares at his friend.
ROGER
What's going down, Alonzo?
ALONZO
I had lunch with the three wise men.
You gotta render unto Caesar.
Roger sees the tools and knows exactly what they are for.
ROGER
Those goddamn vampires want my
pension.
ALONZO
No, man, it's not like that. You're
just getting taxed. They got their
boat payments and God knows what.
I'm sorry. They're makin' me do it.
I'm just a lowly civil servant.
ROGER
Bullshit. You're their bitch. What
happens with me?
ALONZO
Don't worry, bro. I promised you'd
never go back to prison. I got your
back. You won't even miss what I'm
gonna take. I hate doing this.
Orders is orders. Sorry, dog.
ROGER
No, you ain't. Cop.
ALONZO
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You guys are gonna work. Get the

tools.
(grabs Jake's shotgun)
Gimme the boomer.
Tim and Jeff gather the tools. Alonzo hands Jake a pick and
leads the three men to the kitchen. Roger pours a slug of
Crown Royal as Paul and Mark guard him.
ROGER
Who's paying for my floor?
ALONZO
The city.

88 INT. ROGER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY 88

Alonzo flips the table. Taps the floor with his toe.
ALONZO
Open the floor. Right here.
Jake, Tim and Jeff begin chopping. It's quick work to tear a
large hole in the wood.
ALONZO
Hop in, Hoyt. Couple a feet down,
there's a locker.
Jake jumps in. Attacking dirt with his pick.
CUT TO:

89 INT. ROGER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY - 10 MINUTES LATER 89

Jake, Tim and Jeff haul a trash-bag-wrapped foot locker out
of the hole.
JAKE
What's in it?
ALONZO
Open it.
Jake tears away trash bags. Alonzo takes a pick and snaps the
lock. Jake opens the lid, taped bundles inside.
JAKE
It's coke?
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ALONZO
Cut the damn thing open.
Jake does, it is a brick of fifty dollar bills. Alonzo is
relieved to see the money. Jake likes its heft.
JAKE
This is sweet.
ALONZO
That's a hundred grand in your hot
little hands. There's four million
bucks in there.
Alonzo slaps Jake's back.
ALONZO
First day on the job and you're in
on a three million dollar seizure.
JAKE
You said four.
ALONZO
Told you, nothing's for free. Gotta
grease the rails to make the big
moves.
Alonzo grabs a shopping bag. Tosses bricks of fifties in it.
Hands it to Jake.
ALONZO
Here. Lucky to get this, day-one-
motherfucker.
JAKE
What's this?
ALONZO
Sweet green clean legal tender.
Start the kid's college fund early.
Get the old lady a minivan.
However pleasant the heft, Jake could never accept. He
returns the shopping bag to Alonzo.
JAKE
No way. Only checks I cash say City
of L.A. on 'em.
JEFF
Someone didn't sleep through Ethics.
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You said you wanted a piece.

JAKE
Not like this.
ALONZO
I understand. I'll hold on to it for
you. Not everyone's comfortable the
first time -- Let's wrap up.
Alonzo drops the bag in the locker. Exits. Jake, Tim and Jeff
follow.
CUT TO:

90 INT. ROGER'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY 90

Roger reads a Vegas odds paper. Alonzo, Tim, Jeff and Jake
enter. Roger glares at Alonzo.
ROGER
What have I done to those guys? Are
they nuts? Am I supposed to stand
still and let them horsefuck me?
ALONZO
No. We can put you out of your
misery.
Alonzo tosses Jake the shotgun.
ALONZO
Lemme tell you a secret, Hoyt. If
you kill someone on duty, they have
to be your slave in the afterlife.
(points to Roger)
There you go. Start an entourage.
JAKE
You want me to shoot him?
Paul, Mark, Tim and Jeff snicker, crack smiles. Roger too.
Jake plays along, points the shotgun at Roger.
ROGER
You'd be doin' me a favor, kid.
JAKE
Bang -- There.
He lowers the weapon.
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Not gonna do it?

JAKE
Of course not. This isn't funny.
Alonzo smiles. Takes the shotgun from him.
ALONZO
Man, youngsters these days. Can't
get shit done unless you do it
yourself.
Alonzo aims at Roger. Roger suddenly understands.
ROGER
This is all you--
BOOM! Roger is punched ragged with BUCKSHOT, lifted off his
couch, knocked into the wall.
Jake jumps back. A peal of laughter from Tim. Contagious
giggles from the others. Roger gurgles. Jake stares wide-eyed
at Alonzo.
JAKE
Holy shit!
Jake's shock elicits more giggles from the squad.
PAUL
Finish him.
Jake watches Alonzo cross to Roger, blindly gasping.
ALONZO
He's finished.
Alonzo takes one of Roger's derringers from the floor. Slaps
it in the dying man's hand.
ALONZO
C'mere, Jeff. You took fire coming
through the door.

Jeff smiles, gets in position so Alonzo can shoot him.

JEFF
Alright. Gonna get some time off.
He braces himself. Alonzo aims Roger's hand. Pop! A BULLET
THWACKS harmlessly into Jeff's VEST. He removes his
sunglasses from a pocket.
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Watch my shades.
Jake looking at Roger, it's hard to watch a man die. Again
Jeff braces. Pop! The THWACK of another BULLET.
ALONZO
How's that?
Jeff probing his hand under the vest.
JEFF
Fine.
Alonzo drops the gun in an envelope marked: EVIDENCE HANDGUN.
Jake can't believe what he just saw.
ALONZO
Listen up. This is the scenario.
Mark and Paul kick the door. Jeff is
first through. Roger opens fire.
Hits Jeff twice.
Jeff coughs, bright foamy blood in his hand.
JEFF
Oh, shit.
ALONZO
One go through?
Jeff answers by coughing more blood. Tim runs to him.

TIM
Siddown, dude.
Jeff does. Tim opens the vest, a hole in a seam on the edge.
Underneath, bruised puckered flesh drools blood.
TIM
You shot him!
JEFF
You shot me!
TIM
Call a rescue.
ALONZO
You're fine. You'll get a medal.
JEFF
Call the R.A.!

ALONZO

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Let me quarterback the goings on and

I will. Okay. Mark and Paul kick the
door. First through is Jeff. Bang.
Bang. Gets hit. Wounded. Second
through is our new guy, Hoyt. He
drops the suspect with some fine
shotgun work.
(points at Mark)
Who shot Roger?
MARK
The new guy. Came in spraying.
ALONZO
Paul?
PAUL
The boot shot him.
ALONZO
What'd you guys see?

TIM
Hoyt blasted him.
JEFF
Hoyt went for it. Now will you get
me a damn rescue ambulance?
Jake looks at these guys. They look back, smiling, smirking.
He feels dizzy, sick as the nightmare sinks in.
Jeff coughs blood. Alonzo tosses his rover to Paul.
PAUL
(into rover)
Eleven forty-nine. Nine-nine-eight.
Shots fired. Shots fired. Officer
down. Fifty-nine fifty-one Baxter
Street.
ALONZO
(slaps Jake's back)
Good job, son. Congratulations.
Gonna get a medal of valor.
JAKE
-- I didn't shoot him--
ALONZO
Roomful of cops says you did.
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I don't care. I didn't shoot him.

You did.
Alonzo pulls his gun. Aims at Jake's face.
ALONZO
(as a newscaster)
A Los Angeles Police Department
narcotics officer was killed serving
a high risk warrant in Echo Park
today. An L.A.P.D. spokesperson said
the young officer was survived by
his wife and infant child.
(himself)
Shit gets deeper. Get the picture?
JAKE
I got the picture.
Jake strikes, twists back Alonzo's gun sharply, sweeps away
his legs with a kick. Alonzo finds himself on his back,
Jake's knee on his neck, staring down the maw of his own
pistol.
JAKE
That's the second time you've stuck
a gun in my face. Won't be a third.
ALONZO
That's what I'm talking about. You
guys watching this? That's it, Jake.
Paul presses his Beretta against Jake's temple.
PAUL
Be my pleasure putting a hydrashock
in your melon.
Tim, Jeff, Mark gawk at the Mexican standoff.
PAUL
But I'm gonna be cool. Open your
hand slowly. Drop the weapon.
Jake's free hand inches to his holstered gun --
JAKE
(super-calm)
Hey, sorry, man. Relax, okay?
-- and snatches it. He swings on Tim, who swings his .45 on
Jake. A three-way standoff.
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Wanna shoot me, Paul? Go ahead.

Because these two are gonna be
wiping my ass in the netherworld.
A beat. Then:
TIM
Alonzo. This is bad.
PAUL
This dude's a fed.
ALONZO
He's no fed. Just a choirboy with
heart who got the drop on you fools.
Everyone, let's take a deep breath
and defuse this. Jake? You hear me?
JAKE
You can't just spring this shit on
me. I never signed up for this.
ALONZO
I hear you. I know you're angry.
Paul, Tim, please put down your
guns.
TIM
Hell no.
PAUL
Choirboy first.
SIRENS APPROACH. Lots of them.
ALONZO
Both of you: guns down. Now.
Paul and Tim reluctantly lower their weapons. Jake lifts his
knee off Alonzo's neck, stands and backs away, aiming both
pistols at Alonzo, who climbs to his feet.
ALONZO
Jake, use your ears and listen.
Sometimes we take shit all the way.
That's the nature of the game. We
don't do this every day. No one will
ever again ask you to pull a trigger
you don't want to -- Mark, where're
you transferring to?
MARK
Westside Homicide.

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ALONZO
Westside Homicide. Just made
detective. Jake, give me eighteen
months and I'll give you a career.
We make the big arrests. We make the
big seizures. When someone's in my
unit they're in all the way or not
at all. I thought you were man
enough to handle this shit.
Alonzo calmly pours himself a glass of Roger's whisky.
ALONZO
Five proven, decorated officers say
you were the shooter. Investigators
are gonna pull a tube of your blood
and test for intoxicants. Remember
all the P.C.P. you smoked today?
Jake does, wincing at his stupidity.
JAKE
You've been planning this all day.
ALONZO
I've been planning this all week.
You start talking crazy shit, I will
make sure your dirty blood makes it
to the lab. Still wanna walk your
baby nuts around the block? You
won't make it to the corner. But if
you're cool. You're a hero. A virgin
shooter above suspicion.
Jake looks at Roger, gasping like a beached carp. The SIRENS
are getting CLOSER.
Alonzo gulps his drink and Pfffffst! Spits the booze in
Jake's face. Jake is blinded. Paul seizes Jake's wrists and
aims the pistols at the ceiling. Alonzo wrenches the pistols
from his hands. Jake wipes his eyes, looks at the roomful of
crazy cops, scared. Paul points at Roger's other derringer,
laying on the carpet.
PAUL
Alonzo, there's two shots in that
stinger. Let's kill your boy right
now and say Roger dumped him coming
through the door.
Mark, Tim, Jeff like the idea. Jake doesn't. And lucky for
him, neither does Alonzo, who stands protectively in front of
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ALONZO
No. We're not killing him. He's a
good guy. Man's got the magic. Just
having a little freakout is all.
We've all been there. I say he's
cool. No one's gonna hurt him.
Jake and Alonzo trade a look. The SIRENS are close.
ALONZO
Hoyt, you gotta decision to make. In
ten seconds, this place will be
overrun with blue suits. Go outside
and clear your head.
(returns Jake's gun)
Or shoot me now.
Jake is only too happy to get out of there. Jake crosses to
exit, pauses, an afterthought:
JAKE
Hey, Paul.
Crack! Jake nails his jaw. Paul staggers, almost falls.
To Jake as he exits:
PAUL
You're dead! I'm takin' you out. I
don't care.
ALONZO
Kick back, Wyatt Earp. Gotta respect
a cat who puts you on queer street
with one punch.
(catches his men trading
looks)
Kid's got more balls than all you
faggots combined.
CUT TO:

91 EXT. ROGER'S HOUSE - LONG SHOT - DAY 91

from a distant hilltop. The ambulances and black and whites
out front shimmer in golden afternoon heat. Two distance-
distorted LAPD paramedics wheel out Roger on a stretcher.
ZOOM IN.
Amidst the heat mirages, Alonzo talks to a uniformed
sergeant. Two more paramedics wheel Jeff outside on a
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an ambulance. Alonzo dismisses Jeff's paramedics and huddles

with his men.
CUT TO:

93 EXT. ROGER'S HOUSE - ALLEY - DAY 93

Alonzo crosses to the G-ride with an armload of gear. Pops
the trunk. Dumps everything inside. He shuts the trunk. Dials
his cell phone and gets in the car.
ANGLE ON JAKE
leaning against a phone pole. Watching as Alonzo pulls a
clipboard from under his seat and puts on reading glasses.
Alonzo begins writing a major incident report as he talks on
his cell. A beat. Alonzo STARTS the G-RIDE. Motions for Jake
to get in.

95 INT. G-RIDE - ROGER'S HOUSE - ALLEY - DAY 95

Jake gets in, on the verge of freaking out. Alonzo with his
reading glasses, the clipboard on his steering wheel, filling
in the report, talking on his cell phone, laughing.
ALONZO
-- you're gonna be scrubbing the
bathtub, homie. Later.
Alonzo hangs up. Preoccupied with filling in little boxes on
the report.
ALONZO
Why didn't you take off?
JAKE
There's nowhere to run.
ALONZO
Roger was D.O.A. at Good Samaritan.
Let's get the paper rolling now.
Alonzo looks at Jake, sees his torment.

ALONZO
Justifiable homicide in the line of
duty. Anyone'd be proud to have that
in their jacket.
JAKE
Not this way. Say I don't play
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ALONZO
At this point it behooves you not to
dick around.
Jake has a lump in his throat. A beat of silence.
ALONZO
What happened today was --
JAKE
-- was murder and armed robbery.
Wait. We had badges. It's different.

ALONZO
Dammit, boy! Why can't you open your
eyes and see?
Jake can see. Too clearly. Softly:
JAKE
That man was your friend and you
killed him like a fly.
ALONZO
(laughs)
Friend? Because I drank his whisky
and he knew my name? Shit. I was
playing his ass. That's my job.
That's your job. Roger sold dope to
kids. World's better off without
him. He's the biggest major violator
in L.A. I've been watching the
cocksucker operate with impunity for
ten years. Now I got him. This
shit's chess not checkers. Can't
just slap cuffs on a cat like that.
That's the truth. And Jake knows it.
ALONZO
Look, keep the money.
JAKE
Told you, I don't want it.
ALONZO
Just take it. Throw it in the ocean.
Barbecue it. Just take it. It would
make the boys feel better.
JAKE
Fuck their feelings.
ALONZO

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You're not making anyone feel you're

on the team.

JAKE
The team? You guys are insane. I'll
go back to Valley and cut parking
tickets.
Jake stares out the window a beat, clenching his jaw.
He looks at dozens of birds sitting on the power lines,
backlit by the setting sun.
Jake finally looks at Alonzo, stares into Alonzo's scary,
empty eyes. Amazed to be utterly trapped by them. We can
almost hear Jake's heart breaking.
JAKE
It can't be like this.
A beat.
ALONZO
It is like this. I'm really sorry I
exposed you to all that. It was ugly
but it was necessary. Never seen no
one die before? Too damn soft. Bet
you never missed a meal in your
life.
JAKE
(glares at Alonzo)
Missed a lot meals growing up. Why?
(pantomimes shooting up)
Because the folks had to do their
shit.
OFF Alonzo's amazed look:
JAKE
That's right. I'm in the cop
business to lock up the criminals,
the poisoners. Not to be one.
Alonzo sizes up Jake anew, laments not knowing that earlier.
He tries a different tack.
ALONZO
All the shit you're feeling now,
it's going to go away. I know you're
scared.
JAKE
I'm not scared.

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ALONZO
You're terrified. I know you are. I
went through the same shit. Everyone
has. Sooner the world in your head
matches the real world, the better
you're gonna feel.
(a beat)
Jake, there's gotta be dirt on you
if anyone's gonna trust you. After
this is behind you, a whole new life
will open up. I walk a higher path.
I can give you the keys to all
doors.
JAKE
What are you talking about?
ALONZO
I'm not the asskicker I once was,
but you are. Want to run my unit? My
guys are good but not one of those
clowns is a leader. You are. Want my
job? You got it. Wanna lock up
criminals? This is the best place to
do it. Do your time and make
detective. Play the game, grow wise
and change things from the inside.
Jake looks at him. And realizes Alonzo is right. Alonzo
STARTS the CAR, exits the alley.
ALONZO
Let's get to the hospital and talk
to Stan. He'll tell you what to say
to the D.A.'s guys.
CUT TO:

96 EXT. CESAR CHAVEZ BLVD. - SUNSET 96

The G-ride crosses the river into East L.A. General Hospital
looms ahead.

97 EXT. BOYLE HEIGHTS - SUNSET 97

The tough old barrio is before the huge hospital. Cholos
drink on the sidewalk. Play grab-ass and listen to MUSIC.
CUT TO:

98 INT. G-RIDE - SMILEY'S NEIGHBORHOOD - MOVING - SUNSET 98

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Alonzo parks near the gangsters.

JAKE
What's here?
ALONZO
Informant of mine's in Chino.
Promised I'd help out his family.
Alonzo points out a well-tended, quiet, quaint house near the
cholos. Alonzo gets out. Opens the trunk. Loads up his arms
with appliances.
ALONZO
Sometimes I bring food. Believe it
or not, I like to help out the
community whenever I can.
(a box falls)
Shit. Hoyt, help me with this.
CUT TO:

99 EXT. SMILEY'S STREET - SUNSET 99

Jake gets out, takes some boxes. And they cross to the house.
With Jake following. Past staring cholos.
ALONZO
(re: Jake)
He's with me.
A drunk PeeWee maddogs Jake. Jake maddogs back.
PEEWEE
You know where you're at, fool?
A VETERANO shoves the PeeWee aside.
VETERANO
Outta the way, punk. It's business.

He shakes with Alonzo.

VETERANO
'Sup, dog. Thought you were missing
in action.
ALONZO
'Sup, man. You know I'm never lost.

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Jake and Alonzo cross to the house. AD LIBS of "Those're

cops," spread through the cholos. At the house's door, Alonzo
knocks. A beat. A little girl cracks it.
ALONZO
Hi. Got some stuff for your family.
She closes it. A beat. The door opens to reveal SMILEY, a
huge, drunk veterano sleeved with prison tattoos. He looks at
the two cops. Massive, impassive. Smiley never smiles.
SMILEY
Kitchen's this way.
Alonzo enters. Jake hesitates. Then follows.
CUT TO:

101 INT. SMILEY'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - SUNSET 101

The little girl does homework on a computer. Two fine cholas
watch the Spanish newscast. An old man dozes in a chair.
Family photos on the wall -- A proud line of warfighters,
lots of military uniforms. Alonzo and Jake follow Smiley
into:

102 INT. SMILEY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - SUNSET 102

SNIPER and MORENO, big and intimidating like Smiley, have

been playing poker around a beer-bottle-covered table.
Smiley, Alonzo and Jake enter.
SMILEY
Put it on the counter.
Alonzo and Jake place the boxes on the counter. Sniper,
Moreno, ignore Alonzo. And vice versa.
ALONZO
Can I use the head?
SMILEY
Go for it.
ALONZO
(to Jake)
I'll be two seconds. We're already
late.

Alonzo exits to a hallway. Smiley opens a box. Pulls out a

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MORENO
That's nice. Lemme get that.
SMILEY
You get the blender. This is mine.
Smiley opens a microwave box. Jake reacts.
JAKE'S POV
The box contains the bag of cash Jake refused.
BACK TO SCENE
SMILEY
Dreamer! Got your bony ass in here!
DREAMER, 19, an attractive young lady, enters. Smiley hands
her the bag of Jake's money.
SMILEY
Count that shit in the bedroom.
DREAMER
Thanks, eh. I was doing stuff. You
learn to count, math whiz.
She gives him a dirty look and exits. Smiley takes his seat
and picks up his cards. He eyes Moreno.
SNIPER
You looked at 'em.
MORENO
No I didn't.
Smiley tosses them to Sniper.
SMILEY
Deal again.
SNIPER
Play cards, cop?
JAKE
Not really.
MORENO
Beer?
Moreno offers one. Sniper deals in Jake.
JAKE
No thanks.

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SNIPER
C'mon and play a hand.
MORENO
Don't be rude, dude. One hand.

SMILEY
Don't sweat it. We ain't playin' for
money.
JAKE
We gotta go.
SMILEY
Alonzo's taking a dump. Go ahead and
have a seat.
Sniper finishes dealing. Jake looks at the cards intended for
him.
JAKE
Okay. One hand.
Jake sits. Now he can see a shotgun against the wall by
Moreno. The three cholos check their hands, signal for more
cards. Jake checks his cards.

MORENO
How long you been a cop?
JAKE
Nineteen months.
MORENO
Like it?
JAKE
I shoulda been a fireman.
SNIPER
Waddaya got, dog?
JAKE
Huh?
SNIPER
Your hand, homes.

Oh, Jake lays down his cards.

JAKE
Three of a kind.
SMILEY

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Man, didn't get squat.

He tosses away his hand, Moreno, too. Sniper shows his cards
with a grin.
SNIPER
Two pair.
Sniper collects the cards. Shuffles.
SMILEY
What are you doing? The cop won.
SNIPER
I got two pair.
SMILEY
Three of a kind beats two pair,
dumbass.
MORENO
See why we don't play for money?
Moreno shakes his head, points at Jake's waist.
MORENO
Lemme see your cohete.
SNIPER
Your gun, dude. Let him see your
gun. Under your shirt.
Jake is outnumbered, outsized, outgunned. All he can do is
take the pistol from his holster and show Moreno.
MORENO
That's down. What is it? A three
eighty?
JAKE
Three eighty stainless. Double
action. Nine round mag.
MORENO
Lemme see it. Ain't gonna blast no
one.
Jake hands it over. Moreno examines it with skilled hands.
MORENO
Fuck a vato up with this.
He hands it back. To Jake's relief. Jake looks down the hall.
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JAKE
We have to go. I'm gonna get Alonzo.
SMILEY
Kick back and party.
Smiley pulls aside the curtain.
JAKE'S POV
An empty street. The G-Ride is gone.
SMILEY (O.S.)
Ain't nobody out there for you.
ON JAKE
He feels like a toddler lost in a department store. He sits
back down. Moreno laughs.
MORENO
Alonzo played you like a booger.
Smiley slides the deck to Jake.
SMILEY
Your deal.
Jake shuffles. Smiley lights a joint. Offers it to him.
SMILEY
It's P.C.P. Wanna hit?
JAKE
No thanks. I already smoked out
today.
SNIPER
Shit. I'll step on that P-dog.
Sniper takes it, inhales. Jake dealing cards. The joint
rounds the table.
SNIPER
Gimme two cards.
Jake does. Dreamer enters.
DREAMER
It's all there.
SMILEY
You sure?

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DREAMER
You count it if you don't believe
me.
SMILEY
Okay. Thanks -- Gimme three.
Dreamer grabs a beer and exits. Jake deals three.
SMILEY
Alonzo pulled off a miracle, huh?
Times are tight. Scared up a lotta
cash.

SNIPER
Who'd he jack?
JAKE
(dealing cards)
I dunno.
SMILEY
He jacked Roger. Blasted the dude.
Moreno guffaws. Sniper chuckles.
MORENO
Damnnnn. Alonzo's scandalous.
SNIPER
That's some cold shit. Vato'll jack
anyone.
MORENO
Alonzo's a low-down, dirty, ruthless
vato.
SMILEY
That's why I never shake his hand.
He don't respect shit.
(to Jake)
Know what the money's for?
JAKE
No.
SMILEY
Alonzo's a hothead. Last week in
Vegas some Russian dude was talking
shit. Alonzo spazzed out and beat
his ass to death. Oops. Turns out
the dude was somebody. Alonzo's into
the Rooskies for million, wasting
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JAKE
How do you know?
Smiley gives Jake a look.
SMILEY
They gave Alonzo till today to pay
up. But his name's already on a
list. No one thought he could get
cash that big. Good thing he got his
blood money, 'cause a crew's waiting
on standby. He don't get downtown
and pay up by midnight and not a
minute after, Cinderfella turns into
a corpse.
MORENO
It's all about punctuality, ese.
SNIPER
Dude made a pact with the devil or
some shit 'cause only a miracle
coulda saved his ass.
JAKE
It's no miracle.
SNIPER
Alonzo takes care of business.
SMILEY
Cops get crafty in a clinch.
SNIPER
And get away with it.
MORENO
Makes me wanna turn out a cop. Ever
had your shit pushed in?
JAKE
What?
MORENO
I had my shit pushed in.
SNIPER
Me too. My shit's been pushed in.
Smiley?
SMILEY
(grins)
I'm always gettin' love from the
homies.

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Smiley caresses Jake's thigh under the table. He almost leaps

from his chair. Everyone laughs.
SMILEY
Jumpy motherfucker.
SNIPER
(disgusted)
He's a buster.
MORENO
You never been booty-busted?
Jake tries to laugh. But it's getting weird.
SMILEY
Hey, cop. Win this hand and we won't
bust you out.
MORENO
Unless you want us to.
Laughs. Sniper reveals his cards.
SNIPER
I got two pair again.
MORENO
(tossing his cards)
Didn't get shit.
SMILEY
(grins)
Gotta straight.
SNIPER
Uh-oh. This jura's gonna be wearin'
a dress.
Everyone looks at Jake. Well? He lays down his cards.
JAKE
Full house.
SMILEY
Lucky.
SNIPER
You won. Deal again.
Smiley taps the deck. Jake looks at it. At them.
MORENO
Deal, homie.

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Jake picks up the deck. Starts dealing. Smiley arranges his

hand.
SMILEY
Gimme three.
MORENO
Fuck this buster. Let's get this
shit over with.
Looks of agreement are traded. Moreno grins at his shotgun.
Sniper shifts his weight. Smiley whiteknuckling his beer.
SMILEY
Hurry up, cop. Gimme three.
Jake reaches for the deck. This happens fast: Jake flings the
deck in Sniper's face. Smack! Cards scatter.
Jumps up from his chair, flips the table into Moreno. Smiley
SMASHES a beer BOTTLE on Jake's head. Moreno grabbing the
shotgun. Crack! Jake socks Smiley's jaw. He goes down, amazed
to find himself on his ass.
Crack! Sniper uppercuts Jake. Smiley grabs Jake's legs, yanks
him to the deck, kerchack!
JAKE'S POV
The bore of a 12 gauge and Moreno's leering face.
BACK TO SCENE
Jake gives up, his broken scalp gushing blood.
JAKE
-- uncle--
Dreamer pops her head in.
DREAMER
Dang! You guys fucked him up.
MORENO
Get outta here. Take the girls next
door. Or you're next.
She gives him the finger, pops out. Smiley pats Jake down.
Pockets his gun.
SMILEY
You tripped, fool. You know that.

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He finds Jake's handcuffs -- clicks his wrists together

behind his back. He takes his badge, clips it on his belt.
SMILEY
Look. I'm a cop. Gonna start taxing.
Smiley commences kicking the hell out of Jake:

SMILEY
You're under arrest. For being a
cop. For being a buster. For dogging
me in the mouth in my own pad. And
for bleeding on my clean kitchen
floor. You have the right to be
kicked. And the right to be slapped.
Smack! He slaps him. Everyone laughs. Smiley finishes,
panting.
SMILEY
There. Get him in the bathtub.
Moreno grabs Jake's hair, Sniper grabs an arm, they jerk him
to his feet.
SMILEY
Gotta fuck this vato up.
They run him out of the kitchen, Smiley follows.

109 INT. SMILEY'S HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT 109

Pink carpet and porcelain kitties. They throw Jake into the
tub, shove his face in the drain. Smiley turns on the water,
Jake's blood whirlpooling away. Smiley grabs the shotgun from
Moreno. Thumps the butt against Jake's head, flips it, shoves
the muzzle in his ear. Snicks the shower curtain shut to
catch the spatter.
SNIPER
Do it, eh.
SMILEY
It's gonna be loud. Close the door.
Moreno does. Sniper plugs his ears. Smiley braces for the
recoil. Jake is dazed, like steer in a slaughterhouse chute.
MORENO
Wait. Lemme get his money first.
Smiley nods. Moreno searches Jake's pockets, takes his
wallet. Pockets forty bucks. Finds the Schoolgirl's pink

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change purse. Opens it, reacts.

MORENO
-- dang--
He hands it to Smiley.
MORENO
Here, ese-- You are gonna trip out.
Smiley opens it. His face goes dead blank. He hands Moreno
the shotgun. Whips aside the shower curtain. Starts slugging
Jake. Emphasizes each word with a kidney punch.
SMILEY
Pinchi-- game-- playing-- cop--
where'd-- you-- get-- this?
JAKE
Get what? Get what? Oh, God.
Smiley slaps him with the change purse.
SMILEY
This, stupid. Alonzo give it to you?
JAKE
No! I found it!
SMILEY
Where?
JAKE
MacArthur Park!
SMILEY
What? Bullshit!

Snick! The curtain closes. Smiley takes the shotgun. Holds it

to Jake's temple. Moreno angles for a peek.
MORENO
Wait up. I can't see.
SMILEY
If you're religious, go ahead and
get in that last prayer.
JAKE
(sobs)
Omigod, she was going to be raped. I
was driving with Alonzo. These two
crackheads were gonna rape her. I
saw them hit her. I stopped them.

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They were gonna rape her. I swear to

God. I stopped it-- I gotta kid --
SMILEY
-- Shut up, faggot!
Smiley opens the curtain, stomps Jake's back, closes it.
SNIPER
Blast the fool.
Smiley aims, braces for the recoil. Jake croaks:
JAKE
-- I gotta little girl--
Smiley pauses. He eases off the trigger. Pulls a cell phone.
Dials.
SMILEY
We're gonna get to the bottom of
your bullshit. She's my cousin.
She's a civilian. Ain't right
involving her.
He sits on the toilet. Still holding the shotgun to Jake's
head, he waits for an answer.

INTERCUT:

110 INT. LETTY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 110

The Schoolgirl works out Algebra II proofs on a "Hello Kitty"
bedspread in a pink T-shirt. Boy band posters. She grabs her
RINGING PHONE.
SCHOOLGIRL
Hello?
SMILEY
Wassup, Letty. Whatcha doin'?
LETTY (SCHOOLGIRL)
Hey, Smiley! Just here doing
homework. Wanna talk to Tony?
SMILEY
No. I wanna talk to you. Go to
school today?
LETTY
Yep. Yep.

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SMILEY
All day? You didn't ditch?
LETTY
Nope. I went to every class-- Why?
SMILEY
I heard different.
LETTY
Nuh-uh.
SMILEY
Cops talk to you today?
LETTY
No.
SMILEY
Tell me what happened. Don't
bullshit me.
LETTY
I got jumped by two niggers.
SMILEY
You got jumped?
LETTY
Well, I think they wanted to rape
me. I kinda got hit. I mean he just
slapped me. But nothing happened,
okay? 'Cause this cop came and
kicked their butts. They almost
killed him but he kicked their
asses.

A beat.
SMILEY
What did this cop look like?
LETTY
He was a white boy. He looked young.
Smiley looks at Jake. That's him.
SMILEY
Sure you're okay?
LETTY
I'm fine. Nothing happened.
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That don't sound like nothing. Wanna

go to the doctor?
LETTY
No. I said I'm fine.
SMILEY
Letty.
LETTY
Yeah?
SMILEY
What were you doing in East Los?
LETTY
I was just kicking back at my
friend's pad. There weren't no guys
or nothing. I swear to God.
SMILEY
Letty.
LETTY
Yeah?
SMILEY
You go there again, I'm gonna beat
your ass. I got your bus pass and
I.D. Gonna send 'em over. And we're
gonna talk more about this.

111 INT. SMILEY'S HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT 111

He hangs up. Looks at Jake a long beat. Soaked, bloody,
shivering. Click. He safeties the shotgun. Tosses it to a
disappointed Moreno.
MORENO
Ain't you gonna blast him?
SMILEY
The vato was tellin' the truth.
Life's a trip, huh?

SNIPER
This is some trippy-ass shit.
Smiley hands the change purse to Sniper.
SMILEY
Get this to Letty.

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Smiley stands, turns off the water. He helps Jake to his

feet. Unlocks the handcuffs as Jake sways, woozy.
SMILEY
Thanks for getting my cousin's back.
Jake half-smiles, not really sure if he's alive or not.
Smiley tosses him a towel.
SMILEY
Put that on your head. You're gonna
stain the carpet. Where they at?
Where you book 'em?
JAKE
I didn't.
SMILEY
Why not?
JAKE
Alonzo let them go.
Smiley scowls. Regards Jake a beat, the wheels turning,
Smiley's a smart guy. He offers Jake his hand.
SMILEY
You know this shit was just
business.
JAKE
I know.
They shake.
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112 EXT. SMILEY'S HOUSE - NIGHT 112

Smiley and Jake exit, the Cholos on the street, they watch
him with their jaded, curious eyes.
SMILEY
Alonzo wants your ass destroyed.
Supposed to burn you up on the
freeway by your house.
Jake looks at Smiley. Sucks some blood from his teeth.
SMILEY
You went Sega today, rookie. You're
at that next level. Just play their
games and do what you gotta do and

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you'll be cool. They'll make you

Chief.
He trades a look with Smiley and walks toward the nearby
boulevard.
SMILEY
Sure you don't wanna ride?
JAKE
I'm sure.
Smiley watching him go, impressed.
SMILEY
(beat)
Hey, cop!
Jake stops, turns. Smiley smiles. The first time.
SMILEY
Remember me.
Jake looks at Smiley, grins at the absurdity.
CUT TO:

113 EXT/INT. MTA BUS - NIGHT 113

The driver hits the button and the door opens. Jake climbs
aboard; the driver is looking at his battered face. Jake taps
the badge on his belt. Pulls sixty bucks from his pocket.
JAKE
I need one of your shoes.
The driver gives him a look, unties her shoe. Hands it to
Jake.
JAKE
Go straight to the Jungle. Stop only
when I say.
Cool. Jake jerks his head "Hurry up." He picked the right
driver; her sock-clad foot stomps the gas pedal.
The bus lurches forward. The bus drives away under Jake's
walking feet. He turns and is scooped right into the back
seat. Jake's ridden a lot of busses.
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114 EXT/INT. MTA BUS - NIGHT 114

Jake pulls his gun. Gives it a quick function check. He pulls
the shoelace from the shoe. Ties the gun to his hand. Jake
catches his reflection in the window, contemplates himself.
JAKE'S POV
A battered stranger. His reflection moving across the street
life in b.g.
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116 EXT. STREET - NEAR CUL-DE-SAC - NIGHT 116

The city bus FILLS FRAME. Then pulls away to reveal Jake.
JAKE'S POV
Down the block is the cul-de-sac. No man's land. Quiet and
dark, the streetlights have been shot out.
CUT TO:

118 EXT. CUL-DE-SAC - NIGHT 118

Jake enters, wary. He rounds the misparked van. The G-ride
parked in a grassy lot. Jake glimpses the Little Kid on the
bike disappear down a driveway. Jake notes a glowing
cigarette on an apartment rooftop. Across the street, Jake
sees rooftop movement, as someone takes cover. CLICK-CLACK as
a rooftop shadow cocks a RIFLE.
Jake is on a mission, undeterred.
ON HOUSE
A porchlight turns off. The curtain moves in the window.
COUPLE G'S
kick it on a wall. Veteran soldiers ready for anything. They
watch Jake pass with tough stoic faces.
Jake continues toward Sara's building. Where a GANGSTER
stands with crossed arms, Jake's an irritant, not a threat.
GANGSTER
'Sup, rookie. You got business here?

Jake looks up at Sara's apartment.

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JAKE
Yeah. I'm here for Alonzo.
The Gangster opens the gate for him. Jake climbs the stairs
to Sara's apartment.
CUT TO:

121 INT. SARA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 121

The TV is ON in the living room. Sara's boy plays on the
floor. TAPPING AT the WINDOW. The boy sees it's Jake, who
smiles, points at the door. The little boy crosses, unlocks
the door. Jake enters quickly, grabs the boy and hides him in
a bookcase with little doors at the bottom.

JAKE
Shhh. It's okay. Lay down.

The boy looking at Jake as he closes the door. Jake hears

GIGGLING O.S. Crosses to the bedroom door. Wham! Jake kicks
it open.

122 INT. SARA'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT 122

Jake barges through the door, gun ready. Sara jumps from the
bed, clutching a sheet. Alonzo is dressed down, ready for his
important rendezvous. Finishing counting and repacking
Roger's money into a war bag of police gear. Twenty-two
pounds worth of Benjamin Franklin. Alonzo spins, reacting as
he recognizes the ghost before him. He raises his hands,
impressed. Unable to reach his gun sitting on the dresser by
his wallet.

JAKE
Smiley didn't want the job.
ALONZO
Goddamn, Jake. Lemme shake your
hand. You did it, you passed the
test. You a man now.

Alonzo offers his hand. Jake scoffs. Alonzo reaches for the
war bag. Real slow. He fishes a smoke from the pack inside.
Lights it.

ALONZO
Shit I've been through. Shit I've
seen. Took me a long time to get
where you are. Now you on, Jake. Now
you're a real narc. I held your hand
through hell. You just gonna stand

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there holding your shit on me?

Wassup?
Alonzo glances at a clock, it's 11:30, time's wasting. Jake
follows his eye-line to the clock.

JAKE
Fuck your little rendezvous.

Alonzo reacts, surprised Jake knows all.

JAKE
I got your number, homie. You're
worse than a gangster. They ain't
hiding behind badges.

ALONZO
(holds out his hands)
Then hook and book me. For what? You
shot Roger when you were whacked on
P.C.P. and ran off like a maniac.
Got witnesses? Smiley? My squad? My
loyal troopers? Tell your tales.
We'll tell the truth. It's not what
you know, it's what you can prove.
Where's your evidence, Jake?
JAKE
There's my evidence.
Jake nods at the cash. THWACK! Alonzo flicks his cigarette at
Jake's face. A blinding explosion of SPARKS. Alonzo dives
over the bed, grabbing the war bag of cash. In a rack under
the bed is a sawed-off, pump SHOTGUN. Alonzo jerks the
trigger BOOM! PELLETS SIZZLE past Jake's feet as he dives out
of the room.
ALONZO
Jake. Doing good, man. First
gunfight.

123 INT. SARA'S APARTMENT - HALLWAY - NIGHT 123

Jake scrambles for the kitchen. KERCHACK -- BOOM!

Dives behind the counter as FORMICA EXPLODES around him.

ALONZO
Know that I am surgical with this
baby. Wanna closed casket? Or you
want one below the belt?

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124 INT - LIVING ROOM 124

Sara's boy bolts from his hiding place. Sees Jake and runs
toward him. When the child reaches the hall --

Jake swings his pistol on him. Alonzo swings the shotgun.

Both men aiming at the terrified child, frozen in the hall.

Alonzo smiles, squats in the hall outside the bedroom door

and beckons his son closer.

ALONZO
Shhh, mijo. No llores. Ven aqui,
mijo. Vente no llores. Escucha a tu
papi.

The child looks at Jake. A connection. Jake motions the child

toward him. But the child looks to his father.

ALONZO
Mijo. No, es malo. Es el cucuy. Te
va a pegar. El cucuy, mijo. Quiere
pegarle a tu mami. Vente, papasito.
(Translation: Son, he's
bad. He's the boogeyman.
He's going to hit your
mommy and you. Come here,
little man.)
Jake must act. He scrambles to his feet, exposing himself.

BOOM! Alonzo PEPPERS the FRIDGE.

POP-POP! Jake FIRES as he scoops up the boy and dives into
the living room.
Alonzo seizes the moment to depart, dropping the empty
shotgun and disappearing into the bedroom.

125 INT. SARA'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT 125

Jake scrambles into the bedroom, gun ready.

JAKE'S POV

Sara points toward the open window. Alonzo and the money are
gone.

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Alonzo flings the money on the roof, climbs the railing. And
pulls himself on the roof.
A beat later, Jake exits the window, climbs onto the railing
and follows Alonzo onto the roof.

128 EXT. SARA'S APARTMENT - ROOF - NIGHT 128

Alonzo's silhouette running along the treacherous rooftop,
takes cover alongside a pigeon coop covered with elaborate
graffiti. Alonzo FIRES at Jake.
Jake drops, rolls and FIRES back blindly. Alonzo runs for the
adjacent roof.

Alonzo jumps onto a balcony.

Jake runs at full tilt. Toward the edge of the roof. Where
nasty coils of razor-wire lay in wait.
Jake jumps. His foot hits rotten plywood, Jake flies
awkwardly through space.

129 EXT. OTHER ROOFTOP - NIGHT 129

Another pigeon coop. Chairs, a card table, potted plants; a

little oasis. The edge of the roof approaching fast, and its
concertina of razor-wire. Jake's chest hits it oof! An iron
spike atop a fence a mere inch from his ear. Jake pulls
himself onto the roof.
Smack! Alonzo nails Jake's face with the war bag of cash.

Jake is stunned, Alonzo grabs the gun tied to Jake's hand and
both hit the deck. They wrestle as Alonzo gets a finger in
the trigger guard POP-POP-POP-CLICK! Emptying Jake's PISTOL.

Using his gun as brass knuckles, Jake punches Alonzo's head.

Alonzo head-butts Jake, knees him in the crotch. Jake gasps
in agony.

Alonzo stands, begins stomping Jake's head. Jake rolls out of

the way. Alonzo kicking. Jake rolling--

Right off the edge of the roof.

Jake falls a story to THUD! a roof below.

Alonzo looks down at Jake. Who looks half-dead. Alonzo looks

at his watch, he has 25 minutes. Alonzo spits on Jake and
moves on. Alonzo crosses to a stairwell and disappears.

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130 EXT. CUL-DE-SAC - NIGHT 130

Alonzo climbs in the G-ride and backs out. The money in his
lap.

131 INT. G-RIDE - CUL-DE-SAC - MOVING - HIGH ANGLE THROUGH FRONT 131
WINDSHIELD - NIGHT
Something is falling toward the G-ride, it's Jake, he jumped
off the roof.

WHAM! Jake hits hard, denting the roof.

Alonzo reacts, punches the gas, whips the wheel hard. Jake
rolls onto the hood. Before he smacks the street, Jake
extends a hand and snags the windshield wiper. He tries to
pull himself up, but the sheet metal wiper bends back on
itself.
JAKE'S FEET

drag along the street. RUBBER GRINDING off his heels.

INSERT - WIPER

It cuts Jake's hand, now slick with blood. Stress cracks in

the sheet metal. The METAL TEARS--
BACK TO SCENE

The wiper snaps off. With three desperate fingers, Jake grabs
the window stanchion, pulls himself back onto the windshield,
his bloody face pressed against the glass, crimson streaks
cascade down.
Jake begins whipping Alonzo with the wiper in his left hand.
Pffck! Pffck! Opens a gash on Alonzo's face as he backs down
the street.
Alonzo presses a button and a GUN slides out of the dash,
Alonzo grabs it, presses the muzzle against the glass where
Jake's face is. Jake jerks his head BAM! A near miss.
BAM! Another hole in the glass. But fortunately not Jake's
head.
WHAM! The G-RIDE backs into a car. The gun flies from
Alonzo's hand, out the window. Jake tumbles off the car onto
the street. The G-ride stalls. It didn't get far at all.
Alonzo is pretty beat up from the crash. Jake scrambles for
the gun, then leans in the window of the G-ride and punches
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door and yanks Alonzo out onto the street, Jake backs up,
sets the war bag at his feet.

The porch lights of two houses come on. Steel doors open.
People tentatively step outside. Women and children, mothers
with babies on their hips. Blue-collar fathers in shop
uniforms. The Old Woman appears with two pretty girls. More
porch lights come on.
A dozen gangsters boil out of a driveway like angry hornets.
Lead by the imposing Bench Presser.
Gangsters encircle the G-ride. Alonzo stands, faces Jake.

JAKE
No fun when the rabbit has the gun,
is it?

ALONZO
Someone dome this white boy right
now.

Jake casts wary sideways glances. The Bench Presser smirks,

holds back his people with massive arms.

BENCH PRESSER
Police business.
Alonzo shoots him a look.

ALONZO
First head that drops this fool is
gonna be a rich man!

To Alonzo's astonishment, no one moves. He's on his own.

Jake's eyes are cooler and blacker than a shark's, pistol at
his side.
JAKE
They're not like you. Know what I
learned today? I'm not like you.
ALONZO
Good. Now what? Gonna kill me? Gonna
break your cherry with a cop? Ever
done a little killin', Jake? Just
stepped on some ants? Ain't easy. Do
it clean, right here, Jake.
Alonzo taps his forehead as he takes a step toward Jake.

ALONZO

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'Cause if I live, I'll be up in

Santa Clarita, taking care of that
gal I talked to this morning. Sweet
voice. She's Chicana, light-skinned.
Like to know how a good woman like
that feels on the inside.

Jake smolders. He aims at Alonzo. Right between the eyes. No.

He can't. Jake lowers the gun. Alonzo laughs.

Jake realizes Alonzo is stark raving mad. And it's kind of

funny. Alonzo sees he isn't getting anywhere. Alonzo turns to
the G's.

ALONZO
C'mon. Someone dump this man.

A gun is tossed at Alonzo's feet. A tired old workhorse.

Drilled-out numbers, taped-up grips.
BENCH PRESSER
Put in your own damn work.
Jake and Alonzo looking at the gun. Alonzo smiles. He slowly
reaches for it.

JAKE
Don't do it.

Alonzo turns his back, steps closer to the gun.

ALONZO
Wait, shoot me in the back.
Guarantee yourself the gas chamber.
Know it smells like pine oil?

Alonzo reaching for that gun.

BAM! Jake SHOOTS Alonzo in the upper thigh. Alonzo growls,
taking the pain. He hops on one leg.

ALONZO
Sonofabitch. You shot me in the ass.

JAKE
Next one kills you.
Jake grabs the war bag. Loose bills fall around Alonzo. He
desperately scrapes them off the street.
ALONZO
Gimme the money, Jake. C'mon, son.

JAKE

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Not gonna happen.

ALONZO
Oh, now you dirty? Straight jackin'
me, huh?

JAKE
Told you. It's my evidence. My
proof. Wanna go to jail. Or you
wanna go home?
Jake smiles at Alonzo.

JAKE
It's street justice. Nothing wrong
with that. Right?

Alonzo's eyes narrow in hatred. Alonzo rages at the

gangsters.
ALONZO
Disloyal fool-ass bitch-made punks!
Put cases on all y'all! Whole crew's
going to Folsom. Solitary for life.
No human contact. Fuck y'all.
Alonzo looks diminished, broken.

Jake's eyes fall to the badge around Alonzo's neck. He smirks

at the irony. Then yanks the badge from Alonzo's neck.
JAKE
You don't deserve this.
Jake looks at the gangsters, their faces, the faces of the
people around him. He sees satisfaction. Hears murmurs of
approval. Jake meets the Bench Presser's gaze, who leans
against the G-ride. Pulls a beer from his pocket and cracks
it.

BENCH PRESSER
Better get on outta here.

The Bench Presser gives Jake a slight nod of respect and Jake
leaves. Alonzo watches Jake go in outraged amazement. Alonzo
moves to follow Jake and gets the Bench Presser's gun in his
face. The crowd surrounding the G-ride drifts away. People
return home.
ALONZO
That's right. That's right. I'll
burn this down. Take it all down.
Walk away. See what happens.

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No one listens. Alonzo has been abandoned save for the

gangsters guarding him. He despairs in his defeat.
ON JAKE

walking away, the money in hand, his innocence gone. Though

there is a heavy burden on his shoulders, there is much
strength in his gait.

CUT TO:

136 EXT. SEPULVEDA BOULEVARD - NIGHT 136

The G-ride barrels west toward LAX. A 747 in the landing
pattern overtakes it, its ENGINES HOWL as it descends.

137 INT. G-RIDE - STREET NEAR LAX - MOVING - NIGHT 137

Alonzo tears open the head liner, exposing a Glock duct-taped

inside the roof. He lays the weapon on the seat next to him,
where a ROVER plays routine POLICE CHATTER. Alonzo tears back
the headliner more, finds a manila envelope, dumps it on the
seat, there's plane tickets, cash, pesos, passports,
travelers' checks, IDs, apartment keys. His getaway kit.
A red light ahead. Light cross traffic. Alonzo notes
headlights following him. Stops at the light. He takes a pull
on a pint of vodka. Wipes his lips with a shaky hand.

A van pulls into the intersection to make a left. Too far

into the intersection. Alonzo eyes it, wary.
The headlights pull up behind him, another VAN.

SCREECHING to a stop at an angle, blocking him. The side

doors on both vans slide open. Gun steel glimmers.

This is it. It's going down. Alonzo reaches for his Glock.
Hesitates. It's over. Alonzo lifts his chin and braces for
what is coming.

BRRRDDDDDDDT! Two men in each van open FIRE with heavy

AUTOMATIC WEAPONS AKs and HK-91s. Muzzle flashes strobe
across bandanna-covered faces and shiny eyes. These pros know
their weapons.

BULLETS PUNCH into Alonzo, the G-Ride. Passing straight

through the car, SHATTERING GLASS. Shattering Alonzo.

After forever, the weapons are empty. Gun smoke wafts through
the intersection. Alonzo, his beloved G-ride, are shredded.
Alonzo leans forward, his head hits the HORN.

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The DOORS of the vans SNAP SHUT. The vans take off in
different directions.
FOOM! A small FIRE STARTS under the G-ride, leaking fuel and
fluids. The flames spread, the interior burns.
CLOSE ON FINGERS OF FIRE

as they probe out from the bullet holes.

CUT TO:

139 INT. JAKE'S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT 139

Jake slowly approaches his house.

HIS POV

In his driveway is a plush unmarked police sedan.

BACK TO SCENE

Jake grabs his service nine from his duffle. He parks and
gets out.
CUT TO:

142 EXT. JAKE'S HOUSE - NIGHT 142

Jake shoves the nine in his waistband and crosses to the

sedan. Lou, Doug and Stan exit the car. They've been waiting.
STAN
Where's the money, Jake?
JAKE
The evidence room at headquarters.

Jake slaps Alonzo's badge on the trunk.

STAN
That's not necessary.
JAKE
That's not mine.
Doug picks up Alonzo's badge, impressed, pockets it. Before
Doug can say anything.

JAKE
Now leave me the hell alone.

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TRAINING DAY 112.

With the last of his strength, a battered and mauled Jake

limps away. The three wise men climb in their car. The plush
sedan backs out of Jake's driveway. Jake enters his house.

PULL BACK.
Jake's home becomes indistinguishable in a sea of houses.

FADE OUT:
THE END

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