[whale calls]
CAPTAIN BRIODY: When you're a cop,
there's nothing new to learn about when it comes to death.
There's no new novelty to it, no new insight
to ponder over, to think about.
I guess we all know there's a lot of things out there
that get us, end it, ring out that final roll call.
Since I've been a cop on the force for these past 22 years,
I can't count the times I've stood here and done this.
But I remember every one like it was my son's First Communion,
and it stings.
And I think it's a freaking tragedy
that he didn't at least have the honor of going
in the field, like a man, like a good cop,
but that some drunk behind the wheel
ripped us off, smashed him out of our lives.
Yeah, I know Jenko wouldn't have wanted
us to get all angry over it.
He-- he would have rapped to us about the balance of the cosmos
and some nonsense about karma, and then moved on.
That's what we're going to do.
We're going to move on.
But there's no one here that will ever forget him.
No one.
[theme music]
THEME SONG: We never thought of finding
a place where we belong.
Don't have to stand alone.
We'll never let you fall.
Don't need permission to decide what you believe.
You're gonna learn something when we meet you after school.
Said, jump!
Down on Jump Street.
Said, jump!
Down on Jump Street.
Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall.
You'll find you need us 'cause there's no one else to call.
When it looks hopeless, a decision's what you need.
You better be ready 'cause you're running out of time.
Said, jump!
21 Jump Street.
-Hello?
Hello?
[door opens]
-Wow.
I've never seen you in the uniform before.
You look, uh, different.
How you doing?
-Better.
It's hard, but I'm doing better.
-Yeah.
So you got orders from Briody too, huh?
-Yeah, end of last week.
You know what's up?
-I don't know, Hanson, but I really
hope it's an improvement, because for the last month
I've been standing on a street corner in a see-through blouse
and black stockings.
-Had you working vice, huh?
-Yep.
You?
-Headquarters.
Sitting behind a desk, typing out requisition forms.
AOKI: Hey, no sympathy from me, Hanson.
I must have wrote about 4,000 parking
tickets since the program got shut down.
[tires squeal]
[banging and clanging]
ALL: Penhall.
-Aoki, did you put those trash cans in my spot?
-Well, it's good to see you mellowed out there, Doug.
-Well, that's what happens when you
risk your life in the field, man.
Heard you was working traffic.
Huah.
HQ, what a walk in the park.
[makes gunshot noise]
Me?
Motorcycle division.
-Secure it, Penhall.
Can we get started here?
-Yeah, what's up, Captain?
Why all the mystery?
-Look, I know when Captain Jenko was
killed I told you guys that the Jump Street
program was gonna be dismantled.
It was Jenko's idea from the beginning,
and I think we all agreed that without him, it
wouldn't be as effective.
-That's right.
And it won't be.
-And the best thing for everyone would be to mainstream back
into the department as regular rookie officers.
-But?
-But the mayor has reviewed the program.
And, well, he likes it, finally.
Thinks it helps the image of police officers
as concerned public servants.
-Must be an election year.
-Continuing with it might be a political consideration, yes.
But either way, he's behind Jump Street now.
Look, you guys are good cops.
We all know that Jenko's idea helped a lot of kids.
-That's because Jenko was one of a kind.
-Yeah, he was.
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't continue the program.
-Come on now.
-Come on, what, Hanson?
-Look, without Jenko, this thing's
gonna be nothing but Charlie's Angels.
-You wanna give me a break, Hanson?
Or do you want to get back to that desk at headquarters?
-What I want is for the mayor realize he can't just
plug some new guy into a program like this.
I mean, who's gonna run it, you?
-I don't have the wardrobe.
Adam Fuller.
Guy's a captain.
Transferred out of the 16th Precinct.
Before that, he was NYPD.
Spent 11 years undercover.
-Yeah, probably gonna tell us that he
was in Serpico's graduating class.
-Look, you guys don't have to like this,
but you signed on as professional police officers,
and I expect you to act like it.
-Look, Captain, uh, with all due respect,
but there's just no way anyone's ever gonna take Jenko's place.
CAPTAIN FULLER: Oh, I have no intentions
of taking Jenko's place.
-You want me to stick around?
Good luck.
-I heard Jenko was a hell of a cop.
And that you guys loved him.
But good cops move on to the next case.
So if any of you guys planning on laying around here
hanging crepe, there's the door.
Now I didn't know Jenko, and I'm sure he was a good guy.
-He was a great guy.
-OK.
But with all due respect, he was apparently
as bad an administrator as he was an interior decorator.
Hey, you want this place to look this way?
Fine.
It's your space.
But that's my office now.
It's open to you guys 24 hours a day.
Knock first.
-Any other changes?
Sir?
-I'm not in uniform, Hoffs.
You don't have to call me sir.
-Are there going to be any other changes?
-Well, I do plan to take full advantage
of Jump Street's potential, Hanson.
So there may be a few.
PENHALL: Relax, Hanson.
So Fuller made a few changes.
HANSON: A few?
I feel like my parents went away for the weekend and 300 kids
showed up to have a party.
-Hey, hey, hey.
Can you see us walking here?
You did that too?
AOKI: Everybody did that.
Here's another I-2 form, Penhall.
Try not to lose it this time, OK?
It was supposed to be filed this morning.
-What are you, his personal secretary now?
-Hoffs and Hanson.
-We're up.
PENHALL: Hey, man, there's just one thing
I want you to remember, OK?
That guy in there is a human being, your boss.
A captain.
A superior officer.
A professional policeman like yourself
who can make our lives miserable if he gets teed off.
-I'm getting behavioral advice from you?
-Take it.
-Ugh.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, where'd you get that?
-I found it!
-Yeah, you found it.
You found it in my desk is where you found it.
You go in my stuff again, Ace, I'm gonna twist your head off.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
I'm serious.
-I can tell.
-What planet did you drop in from, man?
This is my house.
I live here.
-Yeah, well we're roommates now, Ace.
-Now Madigan's been with the municipal school district
for three years.
Last semester he was promoted to principal over at Grant High.
It's a very tough school.
Madigan has a rep as a very tough guy.
I guess the PTA figured it would work out.
HOFFS: But it didn't.
-Apparently not.
Someone's trying to kill him.
-Why?
-Hold on, Hanson, we'll get to that.
Madigan's an anachronism.
Still thinks that high school delinquents get their kicks
from sniffing glue and stealing hubcaps.
Doesn't play ball with the Truant Board.
He likes to dispense his own brand of discipline.
You know, sends a kid for detention
for two weeks for committing a Class A felony in study hall.
-Someone wants to kill him over being sent to detention?
-Last week he slapped around the president of the Frazier
Boulevard Bloods in front of the whole school
and then kicked him off campus.
-I guess he hadn't read the Supreme Court's ruling
on corporal punishment, huh?
-Guess not.
The kid's name is Reggie Brooks.
Guys like him don't hang with being humiliated.
They lose their rep, their gangs take a walk.
We put out a warrant for Brooks, uh, right after a pipe bomb
blew off the hood of Madigan's car, but he disappeared.
Reggie's a three-time loser as a juvie.
Last week he turned 18.
So this would be the first time that he's
been suspected of a felony as an adult.
-What about the Bloods?
-Death threats.
Angry eyes from the gang members still in school.
My bet is that they're just waiting
for the word from Reggie to take their shot.
The Bloods can't let Madigan get away with this.
One thing these gangs are is proud.
-So are we gonna be on this guy Madigan round the clock,
or just at school?
-Oh, just at school.
He's already refused police protection.
We even offered to put a couple uniformed men in the halls,
but um, Madigan's a tough guy.
Doesn't want to show that he's intimidated.
-Doesn't sound very bright.
-Yeah, well, it's his school, so go easy when you're inside.
We don't want you guys have a negative effect
on the sanctity of the high school experience.
-He doesn't know we're going in.
-And if he finds out you're in there,
he'll blow your cover just to keep you off campus.
All right, that's the deal.
Transcripts will be in place tomorrow.
You guys'll go in one at a time.
Now remember, you gotta get close to Madigan and ID
the gang members.
-How are we supposed to do that?
-You're undercover cops.
You're supposed to have an imagination.
But use your heads.
'Cause I'm sending you in armed.
-Hey, Jenko never sent us into a school armed.
-That was Jenko.
And what I'm looking at here is a Frazier Blood
who wants to kill a principal.
Yes?
-Captain Fuller, I don't want you
to get the wrong idea or anything.
I, uh--
-OK, I won't.
What?
-It's just I usually work with Penhall
on an assignment like this.
-Ah.
You guys dating?
-[laughs] OK, forget it.
You're the boss, right?
You made that very clear.
I'm sorry I brought it up.
CAPTAIN FULLER: No, no, no.
You can bring it up.
Look, it's just that from what I know about Reggie Brooks,
he's got a thing for hot-looking ladies.
And, um, I don't think he's gonna go for Penhall in a wig.
And Hanson.
I'm not a bad guy.
-Neither am I.
-Yeah, I know.
[music playing]
-Mademoiselles et monsieurs, je veux presenter Judy Parker, de?
-Riverside.
[speaking french]
-Hey, anything's better than Riverside.
That place was a drag.
[laughter]
TEACHER: Je voix.
According to your transcripts, you're
a third-year language student.
We always converse in French in class.
[speaking french]
-Nope.
-Non.
-Whatever.
-N'importe quoi.
-Exactly.
-Maybe the Romance language department at Riverside
isn't up to our standard.
Second-year French might be a little less intimidating
for you.
[laughs]
[students murmur]
-I'm going to let that pass, Miss Parker.
But we have a principal here at Grant
who deals quite well with attitudes like yours.
-Hm.
-It's good to see an attitude like yours, Tom.
Downright refreshing.
-Ah, yes, sir.
You know, when my father was transferred in mid-semester,
I was truly worried about landing in a school
without the proper academic reputation.
Not to mention a school with a computer facility
equipped with mainframe access.
-Well, this is a transcript you and your father
can be proud of.
-Well, thank you, sir.
You know, uh, I am a bit concerned.
I hear tell of a disciplinary problem
in a portion of the student body.
-There's nothing that will interfere
with your learning process, son.
I guarantee it.
I run things a little differently here at Grant.
-Um, excuse me, I'm going to need
a hall pass to get to my first period.
[humming]
-Excuse me, is uh, Mr. Madigan in?
-Yes, I just spoke to him.
He's a swell guy.
-Yeah, yeah, he's a real swell guy.
[clock ticking]
-Wait, you can't go in there.
[scream]
GIRL: What's he doing?
-I'm back.
-Now Reggie, don't--
-Shut up!
You pushed around the wrong guy this time.
GIRL: What are we gonna do?
[screaming]
[gunshot]
REGGIE: Everybody move to the middle of the room.
Let's go.
Move!
I'm talking to you!
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Let's go, move!
Come here.
Listen up.
Anybody tries anything, the boss is dead.
You understand that?
Shut up!
[screams]
-Wipe that smile off your face.
[clock ticking]
-Now.
[students scream]
-Nobody move!
[scream]
-Move!
[chain jangling]
-Hey!
-You going somewhere, Speedy?
Huh?
Come on.
-All right, you.
Get me Channel 11 on the telephone.
Do it!
[scream]
-I want to talk to them.
OK, tell them they're gonna mess with the Frazier Bloods,
they get in deep.
Tell them that we're the homeboys that
get more than mad-- we get even.
-You're going to go to jail for a long time over this, Brooks.
-Well, it looks like you're the one who's in jail right now,
boss.
Ain't that right?
[screams]
-Ah!
Ain't that right?
[grunts with pain]
-Right.
-What's with him?
-Nerd hero, bro.
Tried to break out on us.
-Must be new here, boy.
Reggie Brooks.
-Nice to meet you.
-Is it?
So how do you like it here at Grant?
-Well, I-- I heard it was a tough school,
but this is ridiculous.
-Ain't nothing ridiculous about getting punched around
in front of your friends by some principal who
don't know nothing.
-What are you gonna do?
-Ain't you gonna stick around long enough to find out?
-Am I?
-Maybe not.
Kill him.
[gasps]
-No!
REGGIE: No, no, don't.
It's a joke.
Check this new boy out.
-All right, man.
Turn around.
-Police officer, freeze!
[scream]
-Don't do it, man.
-I'll blow his head off, I swear.
-Come on, nobody's been killed yet.
-That's right, so put down your gun, or there will be.
I mean it, man.
-Why are you doing this?
-Put down your--
[click]
[bystanders gasp]
-Put it down.
MADIGAN [OVER PA]: This is Mr. Madigan.
I have to ask everyone to try and remain calm,
but we have a very serious situation here at Grant.
Myself and other members of the faculty and student body
have been taken hostage by the Frazier Boulevard Bloods.
-Hey!
MADIGAN [OVER PA]: They are armed,
and I have been told if anyone tries to leave school,
they will kill me.
-You're very pretty, aren't you?
Huh?
COMMANDER [ON BULLHORN]: Attention,
this is the SWAT team commander.
All law enforcement personnel, take your positions
and stand by.
REPORTER: Apparently the suspect is Reggie Brooks,
a well-known troublemaker here at Grant High School
and president of the Frazier Boulevard--
COMMANDER [ON BULLHORN]: Exercise extreme caution.
Do not--
[tires squeal]
COMMANDER [ON BULLHORN]: Await instructions.
-Ralph?
-Adam.
Got a real live entertainer here.
-Yeah, I read his jacket.
This is Aoki and Penhall, undercover officers
with Jump Street.
This is Ralph Buckley, hostage negotiator.
-How does it look?
-Brooks is all over the place.
He's been screaming on the phone every five minutes.
-Madigan still alive?
-Yeah, but Reggie's been working him over pretty good.
-Where they keeping him?
-We think the principal's office.
They've chained every door in the place from the inside.
-All right.
Stephens!
We're gonna need blueprints of this building right away.
-We figure we're looking at four, maybe five other Bloods.
We're not sure.
They're holding at least 200 students.
-What the heck does this guy want?
-I don't know, His own talk show, maybe?
-You got two undercovers in there, also.
-They found one of them already.
Tossed that out the window.
-It's Hanson's number.
Well, at least they haven't found out about Hoffs yet.
-Boom!
[laughs]
-Look what I found.
REGGIE: Hey, hey, hey.
Not bad!
How come I never met you?
-'Cause you were too busy getting punched out
by the principal.
-I still woulda heard.
HOFFS: Oh yeah?
Well, I heard about it way over at Jefferson.
I just transferred in.
-Hey, Reggie, another new student, man.
Come on, we better go check her out.
-No.
I'll shake her down myself.
Check out her bag.
-Let me know if you find some-- something you like.
-No, she's fine.
What's your name?
-Judy Parker.
-Bobby, check it out.
See what we got here.
-[bored sigh]
-Hey, this is impressive.
3.0 average, president of the French club?
Uh, wait a minute.
Got a deportment problem here.
-Oooh.
-Wising off to the gym teacher, shoplifting from the school
store, smoking pot?
-Oh!
-Assaulting a fellow student.
-The girl was getting in my face.
What do you want from me?
-Don't ask.
-So I guess this means I'm a hostage now, huh?
-That's right.
-What are gonna ransom me out for?
A new Corvette?
Gonna swap the principal here for a plane ride to Cuba?
-Maybe.
-Well, I might just have to stick around here,
because this looks like it's gonna be a lot of fun.
--[laughs] You sound like you're a player.
I'm a player too now.
Let's see if we like the same games.
Give me your hand.
There you go.
You ever shoot a gun?
-Not at anybody who didn't deserve it.
-Come here.
-You ever kill a cop?
-Hey, come on, man.
-Relax.
Just aim for his head.
-This isn't funny.
You're scaring me.
-I'm just kidding.
See?
[gunshot]
-Thought you were a player.
-I'm not a killer.
-Yeah, and neither is he.
-Oh, and what's that, your professional policeman's
opinion?
-Look, why don't you just admit it, Reggie?
You didn't think this thing through.
You got no plan.
You're sitting here with a gun to everybody's head,
you committed kidnapping, assault on a police officer--
-Look, who says I got no plan?
Maybe I'm planning on killing this man.
This man who humiliated me in front of my peers.
-Oh, gee, I guess I was wrong.
That's a great plan, Reggie.
You'll probably go down in the Gangland Hall of Fame.
You just remember one thing.
You kill this guy, your life's over the minute
you pull the trigger.
-My life was over a long time ago.
[hostage crying softly]
[sigh]
[helicopter zooms overhead]
-Come on, man, we gotta do something.
-I'm open to suggestions.
Why don't you give me the benefit of your many years
in the field?
-Look, Captain, it's just that Hoffs and Hanson
are our friends, all right?
-Look, I know that, but they're also
cops, which means I care about them as much as you do.
Look, before we make a move, we've
got to find out what that kid wants.
Once we find out what he wants, who knows?
Maybe I'll have something for you guys to do.
You check all these exits?
BUCKLEY: Yeah.
CAPTAIN FULLER: Cafeteria?
BUCKLEY: Yeah.
CAPTAIN FULLER: Service?
BUCKLEY: All of them, all of them.
Tight as a drum.
-OK, let's move it.
Move!
ALL TALKING]
[gunshots]
[students quiet down]
-Thank you.
All right, ladies and gentlemen of Grant High School,
I'm sure you all know who I am.
Reginald Brooks, acting principal.
The Frazier Boulevard Bloods have
taken over this school and the warden
John Madigan has been relieved of his duties.
Now see this guy right here?
He's a cop.
How you doing, cop?
That's right, they're sending cops into this school.
Cops that look like kids.
Cops that look like you and me.
Cops that sit and eat with us, cops that go to class with us
even.
-[SHOUTING] With students like you, we need cops on campus!
-Shut up!
-What in God's name you want?
-He's got a demand.
-Brooks?
Captain Fuller here.
-I'll tell you what I want.
I want 20 pizzas and 20 cases of beer.
-And what do we get?
-They want to make a deal.
Uh, wh-what are 20 pizzas worth?
-Hey, how about the whole sophomore class?
Those guys are a bunch of wimps anyway.
-Sophomore class?
Yeah?
Sophomore class.
-All right, deal.
But you can forget about the beer, Reggie.
-I want 10 with sausage, 10 with pepperoni, and no anchovies.
I see one anchovy and I kill the librarian.
[slams phone down]
[gunshot]
[screams]
-[SHOUTING] Now listen up!
Everybody who's a sophomore, raise your hand.
-What are you gonna do with them?
-Shut up!
Sophomores, go home.
Come on, get out of here.
[crowd murmurs]
-Scat!
Come on!
CAMERAMAN: Go.
We're live.
REPORTER: And in an interesting turn of events,
the sophomore class has been released
in exchange for 20 pizzas.
[horn honking]
COMMANDER [ON BULLHORN]: Being evacuated.
Do not talk.
Remain calm.
Walk, do not run, to the nearest bus loading zone.
We'll instruct you--
Remain calm.
Follow instructions.
-Pizzas are here.
-Yo, Bobby, Larry, go take delivery.
COMMANDER [ON BULLHORN]: All law enforcement officers,
hold your positions.
Do not fire your weapons.
-Hey, man, where's the money?
-What the heck are you talking about, gray boy?
-I'm talking about somebody owes me $160 for all these pizzas.
-Hey, look, mean, what's the matter with you?
Come on, we're taking over here, man.
-Ask me if I care.
I'm out $160.
If I don't get it, you guys go hungry.
-Hey, look, you give me those pies, man.
-Forget it.
LARRY: Hey Bobby.
Yo, Bobby, what the heck is going on, man?
-Man, come here.
Give me a hand with this clown.
-Hey, ese.
-Ese?
Listen, what are you crazy or something, man?
Hand over those pizzas.
Come on!
-You might as well shoot me, 'cause Tony will
if I come back without the dough.
-Get inside.
Come on, move!
-I'm moving!
-I'm on the roof.
AOKI [ON COMM]: Captain.
-Got you, Aoki.
AOKI [ON COMM]: I read you hear.
-Can you wait for me?
-OK.
-All right, can you see the heating unit?
-Yes, I see it.
Right, now listen up.
Once inside, it's 40 west, then a hard right and 60 more feet.
And don't forget you've got to cross the main office
and come in the outer office.
-I got it.
-All right.
I'll give you five minutes and then I get Reggie on the phone.
-OK.
-This joker wants to get paid, man.
REGGIE: Pat him down.
This could be a trick.
-Nah, this dude's too thick to be a cop.
-Do it!
-Hey, man, I think what you're doing here is real def and all,
but I'd like to get paid.
You know, get back to my truck, you know what I'm saying?
-Shut up and have some pizza.
-Yo, Reggie, what's this?
-What?
-Your SAT scores.
1150?
-Gimme that.
-And you got an A in English?
-What, you got an A, man?
-Hey, Reggie, if you're so smart, how come you're so dumb?
-Know what?
I'm sick and tired of you telling me
I don't know what the heck I'm doing.
-What are you doing?
-Look, this has been fun and all, Reggie,
but I don't plan on spending the rest of my life in this place.
-What do you want?
[phone ringing]
-Yeah.
-OK, Reggie.
We all want to go home.
What do you want?
-What do you got?
-You play ball with us, we talk to the judge--
we can work something out.
Just tell us what you want.
-Just hold on.
Anybody want anything?
-Yeah, I want my $160.
-And I'd like to go to the bathroom.
-All right, fella, this is what I want.
I want a black Trans Am, dark interior.
Compact disc sound system and a phone.
-Reggie, Reggie, T roof.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, and a T roof.
The kind with the dark smoked glass,
not the kind that opens automatically.
And-- and give me white pinstripes.
-No, no pinstripes.
They look cheap.
-All right, forget the pinstripes.
And $1,000 cash.
No, no, no, wait a minute.
$10,000.
And an interstate map.
That's what I want, OK?
-OK.
All right.
We get that for you, you release everybody in the school.
-I don't know, I'll think about that.
How do I know I can trust you?
-You can trust me, Reggie.
-Whoa!
[crash]
[coughs]
-You better not be another cop.
COMMANDER [ON BULLHORN]: Attention officers--
make way for the black and gold Trans Am.
Allow the black and gold Trans Am
to proceed to the parking area.
Negotiations are--
-You know, I'm not much up on principals myself.
That and cops.
You know, I quit high school when I was in 10th grade.
This man here looks like he's fading.
I bet he could go for a slice of Tony's own, what do you say?
[QUIETLY] Hey, man, how you doing?
Want some pizza?
Only 147 slices left.
[laughs]
[smack]
[hostages gasp]
-You think that's funny, cop?
Yeah, another cop.
You're a cop, he's a cop, and that cop out
there wants me to trust him?
Trust him?
Trust what?
If he sends another freaking cop-- I gotta think.
I gotta think.
It's all getting too complicated.
What did you expect him to do, Reggie?
You can't hold us here forever.
-You shut up, man!
[hostages gasp]
-It was you who got us into all this.
-You're smarter than that, Reggie.
Come on!
-I'm sick of you telling me how smart I am.
All you adults telling me how smart I am,
and then you turn around and tell me
about all the dumb things I do.
You're the one who's doing the dumb things, not me.
Now everybody shut up.
I-- I gotta think.
-Give it up, man.
There's no way you can get out of this.
-You better hope there's a way that we all get out of this.
-Yo, Reggie, man, come on.
Chill out, bro.
-Leave me alone.
[horn honks]
-Hey, man, cheer up.
Your ride's here.
HOFFS: Ooh, look at that!
That is sharp.
-Yeah, and it better have a phone.
-All right, that's our end of the deal.
So what are you going to do now?
You gonna leave your little boys here to clean up after you?
-You're the hot shot.
You ought to know that all they're gonna do
is six months as youthful offenders.
See, these are my brothers.
This is my blood.
They do a light time, I just disappear, right
down the night line.
-What are you trying to say, man?
You're gonna leave us here, Reggie?
-Hey, Larry, man.
Hey, you're gonna be all right, man.
I'm coming back for you.
All right?
Hey you, come on.
-I ain't going with you.
-Yeah, you are, girl, let's go.
-Huh.
REGGIE: Now!
-I'll see you homeboys later.
-Man, you can't do this.
-Hey, it's better this way.
Even he'll tell you that.
BUCKLEY: [inaudible]
-OK.
-Take a look at this.
-She dropped it in my purse.
-Get down.
He's got a gun.
Get her out of here.
CAPTAIN FULLER: He's got a hostage.
COMMANDER [ON BULLHORN]: He's coming out.
We have a hostage position.
Stay in position.
Do not fire your weapons.
Stay in position.
Do not fire your weapons.
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[tiress squealing]
-All right, radio downtown.
Tell them the suspect is heading west on Berard
but not to move in.
I repeat, do not move in.
He's got one of my cops hostage.
-What are we gonna do?
-I don't know, you missed your ride.
-Can't believe he left us here, man.
-What do you think?
He cares about you?
-He's a Blood.
He cares.
-All right, what's the deal now?
-We're gonna use these guys to get out of here.
-I got him.
Yo, you-- you guys watch our backs, OK?
[gunshot]
-[shouts] Huh?
PENHALL: I'm a cop too, Jack, and you're under arrest.
-You too?
-'Fraid so, sir.
-Come on.
REGGIE: Man, I always wanted a car like this.
-Yeah, it is nice, isn't it?
REGGIE: Yeah.
-It's sharp.
-You're nice.
You ever been to Indiana?
-No.
You're gonna like it.
-Oh, I'm sure I will.
-Oh, come on.
Come on, what's this?
I'm running out of gas?
Mm!
-Ow!
-You're not going to Indiana, Reggie.
You're under arrest.
I'm a police officer.
You make one move and I'll blow a hole right through your head.
[cocks gun]
-OK, they left the high school and were
spotted turning onto Grand traveling west.
-All right, that should put them just about right here.
Unit 51 and 14, close in to Grand and West Havenhurst.
-Man, I hope she's OK.
-If you so desire but can't afford one,
an attorney will be appointed to you
without charge for questioning.
Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?
it's about time you guys came to work.
-Nice going.
-I guess it was just luck that we ran out of gas, huh?
-Yeah, well, these things get 22.5 miles to the gallon, city.
You read him his rights?
HOFFS: You're not the only good cop in this department, sir.
-You don't have to call me sir, Hoffs.
I'm not in uniform.
-Cops like you are always in uniform.
You all right?
-Yeah.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
CAPTAIN FULLER: Hey!
What do you say we let them take him downtown
and we go out for pizza?
Just a joke?
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