- Check this out.
- What are you guys doin', man?
- Nice, what's it look like?
- I have just created the first portable
electric chair.
[laughing]
It operates on household current or use the handy
adapter and plug it into the cigarette lighter
of your family sedan.
And when you're through, it folds up neatly
behind the refrigerator or in a closet.
[laughing]
Here go ahead.
Plug it in.
- That puppy definitely looks like it would
fry someone.
[laughing]
- This is great.
Who do we test it on?
- What, are you crazy?
- Would you relax.
The plugs just for show.
[laughs]
It's really wired to a couple of little radio batteries.
All it gives is a little shock.
- All right.
Who are we gonna get?
- Well, we better wait for Lunger to go out
for a little puffaroo.
- [Marty] Yeah.
- Let's get Tommy Hamburg.
- No, no, no, Hamburger is cool.
Let's get Jewboy.
- No, no, four eyes.
- No, those wimps are too easy.
Now if Hamburger is really cool, he'll be
totally into it, besides what's more fun than
scaring the crap out of your friends?
[laughing]
Hey, Hamburger.
Hamburger.
- [Hamburg] Huh?
- We're gonna pull a number on four eyes
when Lunger leaves for his nicotine fix.
You want in?
- Yeah.
- Good. - Yeah.
- Just sit down in the chair and make like you're
helping us out, okay?
- Here?
- Yeah.
- It's cool?
- It's cool. - Really?
- Really.
- [Hamburg] Hey.
- Relax, Tommy.
This is for the interest of modern technology.
- It's not funny, Dennis.
It's not funny.
- Fry him, Brewer.
- Do it. - Don't do it.
- Ground control to Major Tom.
- Don't do it.
- Adios, homo.
- Oh.
[laughter]
Oh.
That's good, really good.
Okay, okay.
[laughing]
- Hamburger, you should have seen--
- It's a great trick.
Was this your idea, Marty?
- Dennis thought of it.
- It's a good trick, Dennis.
[upbeat music]
[brakes screech]
- Hey, partner.
We got to check in with Fuller,
or can I go grab a beer?
♪ We never thought we'd find 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
♪ I said jump, down on Jump Street
♪ Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall
♪ You'll find you'll need us cause there's
♪ No one else to call
♪ When it was hopeless a decision's what you need
♪ You'd better be ready to, be ready to... Jump
♪ 21 Jump Street
- Hey, Judy!
Look at you.
Nice to see you out of that milk carton.
- Oh, please.
They thought it was a great success.
They wanted me to be Officer Cookie next.
- Yeah.
- A milk carton, huh?
I'd love to see that.
- Well, you can forget it because I burned the suit.
- Oh, um, Judy Hobbs, Dennis Booker.
He started a few days ago with Hanson.
- Hello. - How are you doin'?
- Well, I better get to work.
- So, how long have you been stuck in this hole?
- Well, I wouldn't exactly call it stuck.
- Blowfish!
- Boy, am I glad to see people.
[laughing]
I was going crazy in there all alone.
- You look, you look great.
- Thanks.
- What have you been doing?
- I painted the alley.
- Yeah, I saw that, what happened?
- Nothing happened, man.
You know, I went out to paint over some graffiti
and I got a little carried away.
- You got a little carried away?
You painted the whole wall.
- That's Penhall's desk.
- Oh, sorry.
That must mean hands off, huh?
[laughs]
So, who's Penhall?
- Hanson's partner.
- Yeah, he's still with intelligence, Jude.
He loves it.
I don't think he's coming back.
- So, where do I sit?
- Well, I guess that one over there by mine is okay.
- I could get used to that view.
[laughs]
- Excuse me.
- [Hanson] You've partnered me up with a psychopath
who's been given a license to terrorize.
He hangs kids out windows.
He hits on every girl in school.
He teaches kids how to build electric chairs.
I mean, who gave this guy a badge?
- You know, Hanson.
I never seen anybody push your buttons like this.
There's nothing I can do until this case is over.
- Why don't you ask the academy to stop sending
over losers?
- Done.
Now can we get back to the case?
I need you to find out who painted nigger
on the Lincoln team bus and shot out the tires,
remember? - Right.
- Any suspects?
- Besides my partner?
[sighs]
- Booker!
Booker!
Booker, Hanson thinks you're in with the guys
who may be responsible for the racial attacks.
[laughs]
- Is that what he told you?
- You think otherwise?
- I don't know.
Maybe.
- Booker, I've got a city councilwoman
who's decreed herself the watchdog of racism.
If she cuts someone off in traffic and they
call her a nigger, she calls a press conference
with the N.A.A.C.P.
She is a continual pain in my, posterior.
You get the point?
- I just don't think they're racist?
- They make fun of blacks, Jews, Hispanics,
whatever.
- And people with glasses, that's my point.
They're not racist, they're bullies.
They pick on anybody regardless of race, color,
creed.
They don't discriminate.
They're equal opportunity snotwads.
- So you think they're clean?
- I just don't thing they're politically
affiliated.
- What are you, Morton Downey?
- Hey, Mort's a good man.
- [Fuller] Enough!
Gentleman, you are going to work together.
You're gonna get along and you're gonna
solve this thing before Councilwoman Travers
gets on my butt, capisce?
- [Laughs] Come on, pal.
I'll buy ya a taco.
- You guys want to get into something after
wrestling practice tonight?
- Yeah, sounds good.
- Yeah, I'm in.
- I can't, let's do it tomorrow night.
- Hector, amigo, pay for this cupcake.
- Hey, hey, hey, check it out.
Woody Allen just transferred in.
[laughs]
Go get him, Hamburger.
- Nail the dweeb.
[laughs]
- Can I borrow a french fry?
You like ketchup?
Put ketchup on that.
Whoa!
[laughing]
Come on.
- Hey, baby.
Any in-flight service on that cruiser?
I hear you girls can go all night.
[laughing]
- Hey, Hector, my man.
I told you I wanted a cupcake.
Not a Ding Dong, not a Twinkie.
A cupcake!
Now go get it.
It's so hard to find good help nowadays.
- You go to hell!
I can do what I want.
- You're losing points, Hector.
Hey, Squash!
Get back here and pick up this food.
- Lick it up yourself, you fat wad.
- Get back here, cruise control.
Marty wants to rock and roll.
I'm talking to you, girl!
- Brewer, Marty, come here.
Come here.
If you guys really want to scare the broad.
Do it right.
[suspenseful music]
- All right, Jimbo.
- Hey, sorry.
[suspenseful music]
- It's nice digs, Doug, you dog!
I dig it.
- What?
- It reminds me of your place.
- Not in Dorothyville, man.
That place is cleaner than Oz.
- What?
- Hey, check this out.
This baby, you zoom it all the way in,
count the pores on the guys nose.
- [Hanson] You're an eavesdropper.
- Yes, but I'm a well-trained eavesdropper.
Besides, they call it intelligence.
- Wait, I think Mario just foofied.
- Yeah, he does that all the time.
Come here, check it out.
The place is the biggest insurance fraud
in the city.
Every one of these guys could play linebacker
for the Chicago Bears.
We're going to nail these guys, me and Fitz.
- Fitz?
- Yeah, my new partner, Officer Fitzgerald.
- You've got a nickname for your new partner already?
- Well, yeah, you know, you spend a lot of time
with the guy.
Everybody's got a nickname for their partner,
uh Tom.
Well, you know what I mean.
[sighs]
- Yeah, I got a nickname for my new partner.
- Yeah, I heard about that.
- Where did you hear that from?
- Intelligence, remember?
I got access to things you wouldn't even believe.
- You wouldn't want to check this guy out
for me, would ya?
- I'm not really supposed to do that.
- Yeah, I know, but...
- Okay, I'll get you a good deal, okay.
[laughs]
[sighs]
How's everybody?
- Good, good, everybody's good.
Captain Fuller's got us re-prioritized.
- Good, great, that's great.
[melancholic music]
- When are you coming back?
[laughs]
- I don't know.
I mean, my new Captain, he thinks I'm a real ace,
you know, and this is a pretty good gig for me.
It's a real adult job.
- You growing up on me?
- Maybe.
Nah.
- Nah.
- Hey, that's a good tune.
- You know you're supposed to check in
with Jump Street every morning, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
I overslept.
- Get up.
- What's your problem?
- Tell the Principal to call the police.
And bring the nurse right away.
All right, everyone out please.
All right, out of my way.
Out of my way.
[intense music]
- The poor girl is in shock.
Just a moment.
[reporters shouting]
- One at a time.
I will answer your questions, one at a time.
Now she has not spoken to anyone yet.
She's with my personal physician right now.
- Can you believe this gasbag?
- This lady's destined to give niggers a bad name.
- Say homegirl.
[laughs]
Why ain't you home watching Cosby?
- That's right.
- Was it rape?
Well, I don't see how you can call it anything
but a rape.
Wouldn't you agree, Captain Fuller?
The Captain has been sent here to give us
the benefit of his expertise on racial violence.
Captain, is there a connection between this
and the incident with the Lincoln High basketball team?
- Look, I can't speculate on that until I've
had the opportunity to speak with Ms. Edwards.
- I'm sorry.
She's not seeing anybody and I certainly
will not have her subjected to police harassment.
- Fine, councilwoman, when there are charges
to be filed, perhaps you'll have somebody
contact the police department.
- Captain.
Maybe you would like to let the public know
what's going on in our schools.
- I have no comment at this time.
- Well, when would be a good time, Captain?
After the next rape or perhaps the one after that.
- Councilwoman Travers, if you were not undermining
an official police inquiry, perhaps we might
determine the nature of this attack and launch
a thorough investigation, but all I see here
is a photo opportunity to which my response
is an unequivocal, no comment.
- Oh, no comment.
No comment...
- This is getting good.
- Gentlemen, shall we?
- Give me a jelly donut.
That is the extra hundred officers
that city council wouldn't hire.
- Huh, more excuses for us, Captain.
When do we say enough?
- Enough, baby.
[laughing]
[yelping]
- Greenwell wants a detailed update from us, guys, today.
- Captain, I want in on this case.
- Oh come on Hoffs, I figured you would be the last
person to jump on this racial bandwagon.
- This is not just a racial issue.
That was a brutal rape of a 16 year old girl.
- We don't know if it was a rape.
- That's right, Judy.
I think the media's just going a little
wacko on this thing.
- And what do you know about rape, Grieco?
You probably think she enjoyed the whole thing.
- [Captain] Enough!
It doesn't matter anyway.
Since Travers turned it into a media event,
Greenwell's major crimes unit is taking over the case.
Now Hoffs, would you excuse us?
- Captain, we've got the right guys.
- We don't have squat.
- We're inches away, don't pull us out.
- I've got no choice.
The assault case is Greenwell's.
You two guys are still on the tire shooting.
- Do we get access to Greenwell's files?
- Nope, but they've got ours.
- Well, let's go chase your angry lynch mob.
- Put a sock in it, Booker.
- Oh, before I forget, I got pelted with a jelly
donut yesterday.
You two wouldn't know anything about that,
would you?
- Hey, Jude.
Listen, I didn't mean to come off like
an insensitive jerk.
I was just trying to keep this whole
thing in perspective.
- That's all right, I just, kind of get upset
by it.
- We'll catch those creeps, all right?
- Okay.
- I'll see ya later.
Ready for school, cool?
- You buy that garbage?
- Yeah I buy an apology, yeah.
- Let me ask you a question, Booker.
Are you in this program because you didn't
get to throw enough spitballs in high school?
Because I'm sure I can get this job done myself.
- What are you complaining about, Tommy, huh?
I'm doing all the work.
- You're doing all the work?
- Hey, you think you found the unamerican
Nazi party, do something about it.
- I will do something about it.
- Good.
- And you keep them moving out of my way, Hanson.
So I can do some real police work.
- Oh, yeah, like what?
You going to find some new kids to beat up on?
- Ah, that's real cute, Hanson, real cute.
Let me tell you something.
You're missing what's going on here by about
a million miles.
But if you're sitting right in the middle of it,
you're not enough cop to figure out.
- Why don't you put it in gear because you're
starting to bore me.
- You know, Hanson, those fun boys may be jerks,
but at least they know how to have a good time.
[engine revs]
[tires squeal]
- Hey, that was great last night, guys.
I never knew donuts were so aerodynamic.
- Donuts, look, I need something more.
- You like it dangerous?
- Yes.
- Didn't you guys see the news last night?
The whole thing was on.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Dennis, you should've seen the look
on that cops face when you nailed him with the donut.
- You're kidding me, they showed that?
- Oh, the whole thing was great.
- That was great.
Look, I need something a little hairier.
- Like what?
- Sex, violence, hairier.
- I know how to really scare the crap
out of those niggers.
You guys want to meet later?
Okay, we'll take two cars.
Dennis, you and Tommy meet us in front of the shower
sluts house at exactly midnight.
Pull up with your lights out and park one house down.
[upbeat rock music]
- [Booker] You think we should have Fuller meet us with
some backup?
- [Hanson] Why don't we wait and see what we got first?
- Well, I've been studying up on this case
and I don't mean to drill you, all right?
But I think we're missing a couple suspects.
- Like who?
- You know about her mothers boyfriend?
- Yeah, he's a younger guy, he's a little wild.
- A little wild, he's been known to slap a girl around.
- Yeah.
- What' I'm saying is, I think mama's boy here,
had a thing for Tracey.
I don't think any of our pals have the stomach
to burn cigarette holes in a girls buttocks.
- I didn't read anything about any cigarette burns.
- Cigarette burns, bruises, whatever.
I'm just saying, I think we're after the wrong bunch.
I think we should be looking at the boyfriend.
- Maybe you're eight.
Hey.
- Well now, there, then.
- You get that stuff for me?
- Yeah, yeah I did.
You know, Booker went to the academy the same
year you did.
He bounced around a couple of divisions.
Some minor disciplinary problems.
- Yeah, he's got some problems all right.
I think he raped Tracey Edwards.
[laughs]
- Geez, you're way off base.
- This guys a nutball.
- Maybe he's just real good at his job.
- Nobody's that good at their job.
- Okay, maybe he's a bigot.
You think he's the only one on the force?
- He's a bigot with a thing for black girls.
He was hittin' on Judy.
- Well, you got him there.
So you proved he was a heterosexual.
Judy's a beautiful woman.
Everybody always hits on her.
- This afternoon he was trying to steer the case
towards the mothers boyfriend.
- Well everybody blames the wicked stepfather
one time or another.
- Did you check into it?
- Greenwell talked to the guy first.
He's got a dozen witnesses to verify his alibi.
He's clean.
- I thought so.
- Well so what do you got, you got nothing.
- Yeah well, today he let something slip.
He knew it, I knew it.
He tried to blow it off.
- Oh yeah.
What?
Somebody burned Tracey with cigarettes.
It wasn't in our reports.
It wasn't released to the press.
We didn't get to do an examination.
How come you don't got an answer for that one?
- I do.
- Well?
[sighs]
- Just leave it alone.
- What do you mean, leave it alone/
He raped her.
- He didn't rape her.
You're on the wrong track.
- What's going on, Penhall.
Talk to me.
- Greenwell's people knew about the cigarette burns.
They just withheld that information from the press.
- So, Booker's not on Greenwell's force is he?
- Nope.
- So then that just proves my point.
Doug, talk to me.
- Booker's Internal Affairs.
IAD, man, and they have access to everybody's files.
He was sent in to investigate Jump Street.
- Why?
- City Hall wants to make sure you're not entrapping
any other kids so they sent him in to sniff
you out.
- Why didn't you tell me this?
- Classified information.
If intelligence finds out I told you, I'm gone.
I'm sorry.
- Nice job.
- Hey, Hanson.
You be careful with this guy.
[upbeat rock music]
- Come on.
- Gas it up.
Get the end,
so it will burn good.
- Come on.
- That's good.
- Hurry up.
Let's move.
- Blaze it up.
- Hurry up.
- Here, you hate niggers more than I do.
- Hurry up, Hamburger.
Come on, light it.
Do it.
Hamburger, light it.
Do it!
Light it, man.
Let's go.
[camera shutter clicks]
- What do you think happened to Tommy?
- I guess they didn't catch him.
- They will.
- Listen up.
They're probably going to separate us, so let's
get our story straight.
[cell door unlocking]
- Hey, Hamburger, we thought you got away.
- I'm a cop, goober.
Sit down.
You can wait outside, Gumby.
- You're a narc?
- Yeah and you're the stupidest bunch of slobs
I ever busted.
[laughing]
- You can't do a thing.
We're minors.
- Felony battery, criminal mischief,
sexual assault, carrying a concealed weapon,
conspiracy to violate civil rights.
You'll be tried as adults.
- He's bluffing.
- What?
- Four of us and one of you, right now, narco.
- Did God give you a get out of jail free card?
People don't like to send their kids to high school
with rapists who burn crosses.
Now do you think you're exempt from certain laws
because you like yourself?
You're going to jail.
- Let go of me.
- Okay.
Okay.
[knocking]
Would you take him to interrogation?
And take him.
And the genius with the concealed handgun.
That ought to get you an extra three to five, Jimbo.
Marty.
I know you guys didn't have time to get your
stories together because we were outside listening.
- I want to call my father.
- Oh, we already did that.
- Well you can shove it because I'm not saying anything.
- Marty, let me explain to you the way this works.
When teenagers are separated, they always put
the finger on the guy they're least afraid of.
That guy usually takes the fall and the others
get off easy.
- Well, what do you want me to say, you burned
the damn cross with us.
- This is not about cross burning.
- Okay, we shot out the tires, lock me up.
- Let's talk about Tracey Edwards.
- Tracey.
What?
No!
No, you guys are crazy.
- I want to talk about Tracey Edwards.
- You're nuts.
I didn't have anything to do with it.
If you want to go after someone, go after Dennis.
He has a thing for black girls.
I saw him follow Tracey to the showers.
I just don't trust that guy.
[slow dramatic music]
- They didn't rape her.
[upbeat music]
[suspenseful music]
- [Burns] Yeah, I know that punk.
- Did you see him around school that day.
- I see him around the side of the building
after school.
Look, I don't know what everybody's making
all the fuss about.
I seen him and that colored girl gettin' all hot
and heavy in the bushes.
The way I see it, she was asking for it.
- You saw him kiss Tracey Edwards.
[scoffs]
- Hell, I don't know the little whore's name.
- Thank you, Mr. Burns.
- Where's your partner?
- He doesn't get back until five, why what's up?
- I got him.
- Got who?
- The guy that raped Tracey Edwards.
- Who is it?
- Booker.
- Man, we went through all that yesterday.
- No, not all of it.
Booker's car was in the school parking lot all night.
- Yeah, and how do you know that?
- I stole the report from his house.
- You broke into his place?
What, are you crazy?
- It doesn't matter.
He was there.
I can prove it.
- You got witnesses?
- I got a bunch of witnesses who saw
his car in the parking lot and I got a witness
who says he saw him in the bushes with Tracey Edwards.
He was there.
- You do got him.
Man, a cop gets caught committing something
like this.
It's bad for everyone.
You know, you're not going to be no hero
dragging one of your own down.
- I know.
- Better go tell Fuller.
- Unfortunately, the girl's still not talking.
So Greenwell has requested our help in working
the high school.
Now what's...
You're late.
- Sorry.
- You got something to say?
- I've been doing a lot of thinking the last few
hours and, I know this is going to sound personal,
but it isn't.
I found this file on Tracey Edward's in Booker's
apartment this morning.
- What were you doing in Booker's apartment
this morning?
- I broke in.
- Hanson, are you out of your mind?
- Take a peek.
- This is from Greenwell's private file.
How did you come by this?
- He's Internal Affairs.
- You want to start explaining?
- Hanson's doing such a bang up job.
- He's trying to get us for entrapping kids.
- You find anything good?
- Breaking and entering.
Illegal search and seizure of a fellow officer.
- You want to tell everybody where you were
the night Tracey Edwards was raped?
- I was busy.
- I guess you were.
[scoffs]
See, I saw you hassling her after school.
And your car was in the school parking lot
all night.
The janitor says he saw you in the bushes
with a black girl.
He raped her.
- No, he didn't.
I picked Dennis up after school.
He was with me all night.
Hanson, you better talk to Dennis.
He can have your badge for what you did.
- I've got nothing to say.
- Well, look, he's really a good guy.
I'm sure if you just talk to him, he'll forget
all about it.
- When did you start hanging out with the clan?
- Hanson, you know it's possible you don't know
the first thing about, Booker.
Or did you forget you were sent undercover
to play racist, to pretend.
- Booker's not faking it.
It's real.
- Well, it sounds to me like you're
a little jealous of him.
- You've got to be kidding.
- Well, come on, you've had it out for him
since the first day.
- That's because I've seen this guy in action.
And if I were you, I would think twice
about rolling around in the bushes with him again.
- I don't roll around in the bushes with anyone.
I picked Dennis up after school and what happened
after that is really none of your business.
- Booker was sent here to check us out.
Obviously he's already checked you out.
- You're wrong.
We caught a movie.
We talked all night.
Nothing happened.
- Are you sure he wasn't punching the time clock?
- Look, it's not as if I have to explain any
of this to you.
- Okay.
[sighs]
[knocking at door]
What are you doing here?
- I'm going to wind up asking myself that.
- Well, come on in.
Feel free to twist the knife.
- I didn't come here to gloat and I didn't come here
to tell you what a swell cop I think you are.
You burnt me, Hanson.
I don't forget that crap.
- Well, forgive me.
I should have recognized what a model citizen
you are.
What do you want?
- I want to find out who raped Tracey Edwards
and you're the only one who knows about it
as much as I do.
- You're too kind.
- Oh, believe me, it's not a compliment.
I think you're a screw-up.
You let personal feelings and your own racism cloud
your thinking.
- My own racism?
That's rich coming from you.
- Hey, I'm glad I'm white.
I make no bones about it.
- You're very centered.
- You should take a lesson from it.
You went after those kids because you wanted
to catch some big, bad racist and when you
couldn't nail them you went after the next
most likely bigot, me.
You wanted to catch yourself a racist so bad,
you couldn't see anything else.
That's racism, my friend.
- You're a sociopath, my friend.
- Oh come on, Mr. Liberal, admit it.
You're glad to be white.
You're just afraid to say it.
You wake up in the morning check yourself out.
Just a pretty white boy with the world
in his hip pocket.
The system works for you, Tommy.
Be glad it does.
I am.
- Yeah, you've got the system licked.
You buddy up to your brother officers, you get
a little dirt and you knife them in the back.
- It's the same thing you do with high school kids.
- No it's not.
I don't break the rules to set somebody up.
You burnt everybody and you have the perfect
excuse for it, you're Internal Affairs.
You act like a dumb redneck and that's okay, too.
Because you admit you're glad you're white.
You're a piece of work, Book.
- I wasn't after them.
I was after you.
- It's the same thing.
- I'm not going to bust you for breaking
into my apartment.
- Maybe you should.
- You want to help me with this thing or not?
- No, I don't want to help you.
I want to help Tracey Edwards.
Let's go.
[menacing music]
When you slipped and told me about the cigarette
burns, that's when I thought you did it.
What were you bothering Tracey about after school?
- [Booker] I was apologizing to her for the scene
in the cafeteria.
Listen, I'm really sorry.
I really am.
Okay?
- It's the only other time we saw her.
She was okay then.
- [Booker] Hey, baby.
Any in-flight service on that cruiser?
Then she came back.
- [Hanson] That's when she blew up at you and Marty, huh?
- [Booker] No, she was already mad when she came back.
- [Hanson] She was?
- [Booker] Yeah, I saw her yelling at somebody
at another table.
- [Hanson] Who?
- [Booker] I couldn't see, you know.
She was behind some people.
- I think we better find out who Tracey
was fighting with.
- It could have been anyone, I mean, she could
have been arguing with cheerleaders.
- There's only person who's going to tell
us what happened.
- Don't you bother us.
I'll call councilwoman Travers and she'll
have your badges.
- Look, until the truth comes out, your daughter's
going to stay a victim.
- Mrs. Edwards, the police are at the end
of the rope, now, if we don't find some good
answers, they're going to subpoena Tracey.
That's just going to make things worse.
- Please, let us help her.
- Only one of you.
I'm not letting you gang up on my daughter.
- Tracey.
Hi.
I don't know if you remember me from school.
But, I'm really a cop.
A lot of us would really like to catch the people
who hurt you.
But, you're not talking.
It makes it kind of difficult.
We're trying.
Trying real hard, but, so far nothings panned out.
I think I made an idiot of myself.
Trying to figure out who did this.
First I tried to pin it on Marty's gang because,
because I thought they were racist.
Then I tried to pin it on my partner
because I thought he was a racist.
[sighs]
Well, it turns out, I really don't know what
a racist is.
Hey.
I don't know where else to look.
I'm inside out here.
Please help me.
- Leave me alone and let this thing go away.
- It's not going to go away until
the truth comes out.
- Leave me alone.
- I wish I could.
The police will subpoena you.
And they'll treat you like the criminal to make you talk.
Then what's going to happen, Tracey?
- They'd do that to me?
- Mm-Hmm.
Tracey,
did anybody rape you?
- Who were you fighting with in the cafeteria?
- Some girls I know.
- [Hanson] Why?
- Because I slept with one of their boyfriends.
- I better not see you talk to Michael again.
- Tell me what happened, Tracey.
- They hurt me.
First, Jackie put some gum in my hair.
And then when I hit her, they jumped on me.
[screaming]
And they kept hitting me and hitting me.
And then they cut my hair.
I don't know what happened, they went crazy.
[crying]
It was horrible.
- Why didn't you just tell somebody?
- I didn't know what to do.
I stayed there all night trying to make
it go away.
Then they found me.
Please, God, tell me what to do.
I don't want you to arrest them.
I just want to make it go away.
Please.
- [Booker] You like being a cop?
- [Hanson] I used to.
- [Booker] Before I stepped into your life?
- [Hanson] Mm-hmm.
- [Booker] You hear Internal Affairs lent
me out to Jump Street?
- [Hanson] I heard.
- [Booker] I guess it's because I've got
a young face.
- [Hanson] Yeah.
- [Booker] I know Fuller said he's going to try
not to partner us up again, but I think we did
a great job and I'm going to ask him to put
us on another case together.
- [Hanson] I wouldn't.
[laughs]
- [Booker] I'm just kidding, Hamburger.
You know it's no bed of roses working with you?
- [Hanson] Thanks.
Why'd you bring me here?
- [Booker] I like giving you a jolt.
You want another drink?
- [Hanson] Who's driving?
- [Booker] We'll take a cab.
- I've got a question for you, Booker.
- Fire away, chief.
- Do you act like a creep because you really
are a creep or it's just fun to act like one?
- [Booker] Let me answer that with a great joke right now.
A polock, a Jew, and a Puerto Rican are on a cruise ship.
The ship hits an ice berg and is going down.
There's only one space left on the life boat.
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