[Tee Rider by Andre Wilson]
♪ I'm droppin' my frame to the floor
♪ Bangin this beat on the radio
♪ Come on and ride with me
♪ Ain't got nowhere to go
♪ But I'm gon' get there for sho'
♪ Come on and slide with me
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Do you wanna ride, ride with me, hide with me
♪ Do you wanna fly, do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride with me, hide with me, fly with me
♪ Do you wanna ride, wanna ride
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Do you wanna ride, ride with me, hide with me
♪ Do you wanna fly, do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride with me, hide with me, fly with me
♪ Do you wanna ride, wanna ride
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride
♪ I'm droppin' my frame to the floor
♪ Bangin' this beat on my stereo
♪ Just come and ride with me
♪ Ride with me, yeah
[screams] [gunfire]
[glass shatters] [screams]
[guns fire]
[tires screech]
[21 Jump Street Theme by Liam Sternberg]
♪ 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
♪ 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
- And you're sure there were no
automatic weapons of any kind?
- Hey, I know what automatic weapon fire sounds like.
- Harry.
Sergeant Crenshaw's just doing his job.
- Well, then let us do ours.
You know, you're sending us into a war zone, man,
because City Hall is posturing on gang violence.
But, we got no business being in there.
- Look.
There were five kids wounded there yesterday, one fatally.
That comes to almost 400 gang related deaths this year.
- City Hall wants more arrests on these drive-bys period.
We've got no choice.
- I may have a possible solution.
Obviously, we can't stop the kids from getting guns, right?
They can buy them anywhere.
But, we can stop them from shooting innocent people.
Give them shooting licenses, right?
They hit their targets, they don't bother anybody else.
- That's cute, Doug.
Why don't you get out there with a target on your back.
- [Fuller] Can we get back to business?
- There are three sets
that are hostile to the Queensborough Gangsters.
The Second Street Lords.
The One Five Jefferson Lords.
And the VL 13, also Lords affiliated.
They're based in the Prospect High area.
- Hanson, you're going in.
- Captain, I don't really think
I'd be suited for this thing.
I mean, they got their own language.
- Listen, this is the first time
Metro Gang Unit has used undercover people,
and we don't know if this is gonna work.
But, if it gets too heavy, you bail.
You use your own judgement.
Personally, I don't think this thing can work.
- So, try that.
Just put it...
You're tryin' to get in with VL 13, alright.
It's Varrio Loco on 13th street,
so, it's like 1, 3, right, you got it.
So, you gotta, uh.
You know, you gotta be proud.
You gotta put it in their face.
With your fingers...
Alright, we'll work on that.
Okay.
Okay, there's a couple ways to get in a gang, right?
One, jump in. What is that?
- You get beat up by the other members.
- Right. Right.
- Put some work in, what's that?
- Commit a crime.
- Okay, and, good from the shoulders?
- Good at fighting.
- Right, right.
You better pass on that last one.
- Hey, listen, ain't we almost done?
- No, we're not almost done.
We're just startin'.
- Well, this is a waste of time.
- It's a waste of time
if you want your head unhinged from your shoulders.
- What's next?
- Alright, get up.
Now, I'm a homeboy and you wanna get in with me, alright?
Try that.
- Hey, Vito.
- No, vato.
- Hey, vado.
- Vato, hit the o.
- Vato.
- Good, it means, it means, like, fellow gangster.
It's Spanish, okay, now, go.
- Hey, vato.
- You gotta lock on me.
Don't move. Bang.
- Hey vato, I want...
- Put your chin up.
You gotta put your chin up, right,
so you're lookin' down your nose at him.
Put your chin high.
Come on, man.
[hip hop music]
♪ Not just another brother from the top of the pile
- Wassup, girl.
♪ Standin' on the corner, just droppin' dope lyrics
♪ So, come a little close and make sure you hear it
♪ Word from a brother tryin' to earn a little money
♪ So, help me out, folks, ain't a damn thing funny
♪ I don't affiliate with gangs or cocaine
♪ 'Cause cocaine pertains and changes things in your brain
♪ But, I would never tell ya don't do cocaine
- [Ioki] Baby G. - [Psycho] Wassup, Baby G.
- What up?
Hey, holmes, check this out.
- Hey, man, that's clean.
Where'd you get that?
- My sister.
I wanted to give it to Newsie 'cause she was low on cash.
I was strapped all day in school.
And next time Mr. Social Studies tries to hit me up,
I'll be comin' from my pocket, homeboy!
[speaks in foreign language]
- Come on, Baby G.
- Ah, man, I wanna show Roach.
Hey, I'm in short to pass, alright?
Give it up.
- I'm gonna get my girl.
- Psycho.
Lil' Monster.
Where we headed?
- Homegirl's drivin', that's cool.
Gotta die sometime, holmes.
Yeah.
Been waitin'?
- This is bull, holmes.
Ain't got time for this crap.
- Yo, I told you to hang with us.
- Yeah.
You alright, you don't look so good, man.
- Feel like slappin' this bitch.
- What's up Baby G, you get some bad weed?
Give it here, let me see what you got, holmes.
Dust.
Who sold you dust, holmes?
- Dust?
Who did it, huh, Roach?
We're gonna smoke the fool who gave you that trash.
- Where'd you get it from?
- Chill out, chill out, man.
- Hey, man, why don't you chill.
- Hey, shove it, boot head. [gun fires]
Get off me.
- Chill, chill, man.
I'm gonna get with the cool that loc'd you out, man.
- Help me.
- Just chill, Baby Gat.
- We're gonna get through it.
You and me.
Just chill.
Just chill and live.
It's okay.
- You sure don't look like no gangster to me.
- He's been studyin'.
[chuckles]
- Yeah, right.
No bull.
- Oh, you know, a little.
- So, you tellin' me you gonna walk into
Prospect High wearin' your colors.
- Yeah.
- Then show me what you got.
- What are you doin'.
- This is the way it works.
- Stare him down, Hanson.
- Now, the homeboys in your face.
He's gonna stay here to see if you punk out.
- We could be like this for days, man.
- No you won't.
'Cause, after they see that you ain't no punk,
and that you don't punk out,
he's gonna as you where you from.
[sighs]
This is where we got you hooked up with this way out alias.
When you come to the hood,
you'll be known as Mad Dog Two.
You'll be taking the rep of Mad Dog One with you.
- What if Mad Dog One finds out.
- Then you really in trouble, Jack, 'cause Mad Dog is dead.
Now, the Dog was a famous range offa Carver Hill,
and his rep oughta carry you for a while.
- For a while, what happens then?
- Then you got to prove yourself, homeboy.
- Oh.
- You were sky high, Baby Gat.
Higher than Psycho that one time.
- Yeah, I'm one loc'd out baby homey, huh?
Give up, homey.
- Yeah, loc'd out like a fool.
We're buryin' T-Bar on Friday.
Mamma said no colors.
- Well, then, we'll suit up.
- His mamma get that extra money for the undertaker.
- Yeah, that man's gotta put in some extra work
to get T-Bar's face back on.
He better do it right.
Put in some serious work to pay that bill.
- T-Bar'll look just like he's sleepin'.
All the way to Heaven.
- T-Bar always said, once he makes it big,
he wanted to get hisself a fresh loc'd out convertible Benz.
- He woulda done it.
- Homeboy had A's and B's back to back,
you know what I'm sayin'?
He even had a scholarship.
- All he had to do was chill and live.
He'd of been somebody.
[tense music]
Hey Bud Man, what's happenin'.
- [Bud Man] Time to make some money, man.
You down for it.
- [Psycho] Yeah, always.
- [Bud Man] Business is good,
and the Homeboys got to keep it that way.
- [Psycho] I'm with you, Bud Man.
[dramatic music]
[knocks on door]
- Hold on, Jude.
I'll be ready in a second.
- Come on, homeboy, you're gonna be late for school.
Harry, what do you think you're doin'?
- I don't want to take any chances, okay?
I'm gonna have my jacket over this.
- You don't think anybody's gonna notice that?
- No, they're not gonna notice it.
- Are you okay?
- Am I okay?
Two days ago, I saw five kids gunned down at a taco stand.
I'm drivin' around with some 13 year old kid
who's got his own 357.
Now bullets are flyin' everywhere,
and I'm tryin' to figure out
how to keep one of them from finding me.
No, I'm not okay.
This is just like damn Saigon.
[knocks on glass]
- I've been thinkin' a lot about
what would work best with you and the Homeboys.
And I think I found the answer.
- What?
- Shut yo' ass up.
- Great.
- No, I mean it, man.
Nothin' is scarier than a dude who says nothin'.
Just let your attitude carry you through.
- Attitude.
- Now, with you,
see, you'd be better off with some Latino affiliation,
'cause I don't think you can talk with the Homeboys.
- I don't speak Spanish.
- You don't have to.
You just need to know four things.
[speaks in Spanish]
It means no.
[speaks in Spanish]
It means yes.
And [speaks in Spanish] is my neighborhood.
- What's the fourth?
- You got to know how to say holmes.
And the vatos tell me it's from here, it's from the stomach.
Holmes.
'Ey, holmes.
- Holmes.
- Now, what I told you about Mad Dog.
Forget that, you'll be known as Calavera.
There's less explaining with that name.
- Why?
- It's like the, uh, warning sign on a bottle of poison.
A skull and crossbones.
See, that means Calavera.
Now, we get that tacked on you,
and you won't have to say a word.
- What is tacked?
- Tattooed, homeboy.
- No tattoos.
- We'll talk about it later.
- I ain't gettin' no tattoos.
- Okay, no tattoos.
Here, get up here and practice.
- I ain't gettin' no tattoos.
- Fine.
Now, I'm in your face, and I say, "Where you from?"
And what you do, you just freeze me, man.
You look right through me, give me ice.
Come on, man, ice me.
- Give him ice.
- You want some ice?
I'll go get you some ice.
I'll get you a soda too.
A fudgesicle.
[tense music]
[tires screech]
- Harry, look out!
[gun fires]
Harry!
Somebody call an ambulance!
[dramatic music]
- You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.
- What else?
- He's down around 65.
[overlapping dialogue]
- Give me a CDC stat of
four packets of full blood right now.
- Get this thing out of here.
- Okay, let's go.
Alright, everybody on three.
One.
Two.
Three.
- Alright, let's get some mast pants on him.
[beeping]
- We got a bleeder, move it!
Clear.
[elevator dings]
- How is he?
- We don't know.
They've been working on him for about three hours now.
- Look, can we stop blowin' that crap in my face?
- Sorry, I'm just a little nervous, alright?
- Why don't you just take it easy, huh?
- Why don't you take it easy, Doug?
Anyway, I thought you were gonna give those things up.
- Me too.
- How is he, Dr. Sheldon?
- He's in critical condition.
He's still on a respirator, but...
- Wait, wait, he's gonna live?
- When a body suffers this kind of severe trauma,
it shuts down.
If he can survive the next eight hours of shock,
he's got a chance to pull through.
But, waiting here is not gonna do him any good.
Go home.
- Harry was shot with an AK-47.
Fully automatic,
which is why his vest didn't stop the bullets.
We're not gonna release to the press that Harry's a cop.
It's just another drive-by.
Hoffs, I want you to stay in with the gangsters.
They're bound to have an idea of which gang did the hit.
Booker...
- I wanna go in, Cap.
- I thought you didn't want
any part of this assignment, Hanson.
- I do now.
- Where you from, esay?
What they call you, holmes?
- Calavera.
- Why they call you that, man?
You wanna show me?
[speaks in Spanish]
- I got him.
Hey you.
We've been lookin' for you, punk.
[dramatic music] [punches thud]
- Hey, esay.
Come on, holmes.
Come on, man.
Come on, move.
You got some serious stuff on you, holmes.
Man sure run up on me a couple of months ago, eh.
Kept my cuffs on, hit me up pretty good.
- Cowards, man.
- They shoulda had me one on one, man to man.
Next time, eh.
Wassup, homey.
- Who's the vato living with you?
- That's my brother.
- You want to tell us somethin', holmes?
Got anything up at your place?
[knocks on door]
- Yeah?
- Brother holmes, he's with us now.
- So?
- So, he kicked ass on a couple of cops
and they're gonna be snoopin' around for him.
- He need anything?
- His jacket, holmes.
- Hold on a second.
[hip hop music]
- That's nice.
I'll be right back.
Jacket, holmes.
- Your brother looks like a damn bear, man.
They should call him Morsel.
- They do.
- You know, everybody at the bar
is talkin' about what you did to the cops, holmes.
They say Calaveras is one loc'd out homeboy.
- He is.
- Well, you'll be buyin' now, homeboy.
VL 13 is taking care of you, man.
- Yeah.
Yeah, they came for the jacket.
So, Hanson's in with them.
What about Harry, huh?
Well, what'd the doctor say?
[knocks on door]
Hold on a second, okay?
Yeah?
- We're the movers.
- I don't wanna move out, I just moved in.
This is for two weeks ago.
- Hey, look, I'm really sorry.
I'm gettin' these things mixed up,
so many people moving out of these neighborhoods lately.
Have a nice night.
- Right, bye bye.
- Have you seen Hound?
- Yeah, he's downstairs meeting with his man.
I'm getting strapped, holmes.
- Simone!
- We're going in.
Hey, Calavera!
[tense music]
- Gangsters are gonna be lookin' for payback, holmes.
We know they're strapped.
So, we gotta load up and be ready.
- I made the hookup, holmes.
We got everything we need.
We got little suzies, AK-47s,
damn bazookas if you want, holmes.
[overlapping conversations]
They gonna think we did it,
we might as well take credit for it.
- Let's do it! [overlapping conversations]
- Sup, holmes.
- What's goin' on?
- We're loadin' up, holmes.
This is a chance to earn your stripes.
We're gonna hit the Gangsters.
- I thought you already hit them.
- No way, esay.
We didn't hit the Jap in that drive-by.
But they gonna think we did.
So, it's on.
[pop music]
- So, what are they sayin'?
- That his vital signs have stabilized
and he's breathing on his own.
But, until he regains consciousness, we just don't know.
- Listen, Captain, I wanna go in with the Queensborough Set.
- Yeah, well, you don't know
that it was a gangster that did this.
- It wasn't a Lord.
- That's a pretty big assumption, Hanson.
- Captain, I'm tellin' ya.
I was in with these guys, I know they didn't do it.
- Look, Hanson,
we all wanna get these punks just as bad as you do.
- Then let me go in.
These guys have been known to hit their own before.
That's all we got.
[tense music]
- What do they call you?
You're Calavera.
I heard about you, esay.
Where you from?
- Nowhere.
- But you wearin' colors.
- I backed them up.
- We heard you was runnin' around
with them fools from 13th Street.
- We had words.
- You got a beef with my set.
What you in here for?
- Spanking some cops.
- My people are gonna raise me out in a couple hours.
When are you gettin' out?
When you hit the bricks, ask around about Psycho.
We can do things together, holmes.
Maybe.
[Tee Rider by Andre Wilson]
♪ I'm droppin' my frame to the floor
♪ Bangin' this beat on the radio
♪ Come on and ride with me
♪ I ain't got nowhere to go
♪ But I'm gon' get there for sho'
♪ Come on and slide with me
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Do you wanna ride, ride with me, high with me
♪ Do you wanna fly, do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride with me, hide with me, fly with me
♪ Do you wanna ride, wanna ride
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Do you wanna ride, ride with me, high with me
♪ Do you wanna fly, do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride with me, hide with me, fly with
♪ Do you wanna ride, wanna ride
♪ Do you wanna ride with me
♪ Ride
♪ I'm droppin' my frame to the floor
♪ Bangin' this beat on my stereo
♪ You wanna come and ride with me
[speaks in Spanish]
- Nothin' like it.
My ladies, my homeys.
Hey, Elena, come here, girl.
This is me homeboy, Calavera.
Take care of him.
I'm gonna go talk to the OGs.
Get my homeboy a beer.
- I heard about you, esay.
- What did you hear?
- That you're a bottle of poison.
- You better stay away from poison.
- This is my set, esay.
You want me to get you a beer.
- Elena!
- Damn.
That's my madre.
- I told you to never come here again.
Look at this horror.
Come on.
♪ I'm droppin' my frame to the floor
♪ Bangin' this beat on my stereo
♪ Come on and ride with me
- See, holmes.
I got enough money to open up my own business.
I don't have to sling no more dope.
- You just pushin' us off, holmes.
- Well, why don't you take your little ass out of here
before I chew it off?
- Hey.
Baby G.
It's not like I'm leavin' the hood.
I'm 26 years old.
I got a wife and two children.
And that's where my love is.
Ya'll still my homeboys.
You know I'll always be there for you.
- Rock, it's your time to do it.
And we down for ya.
Hell if it's gonna happen to any of us.
- If we're lucky.
- Not me, holmes.
I'm down with the set 'til they burn me,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah.
I'm gonna be just like Psycho.
- Yeah, well, I plan on gettin' on myself, Baby G.
- What set you from, punk?
- Hey, chill, this is my homeboy.
Calavera.
I figured you all could show him love.
- I heard about you, esay.
- We heard you was down with Metro the other day.
- This the OGs on the street?
- Among other things.
- Do you got somethin' with some kick?
- What you have in mind, esay, a bazooka?
- AK, little susie.
- That's a lot of horsepower, homeboy.
What are you gonna do with it?
[gun fires]
Bet.
Uzis, man.
Just my style.
- Where's mine.
- Your own piece is gonna run you a bank.
- I got money.
- What's your hustle,
'cause I must be in the wrong business.
[tense music]
- Uh, hey, man, hey.
Hey, you wanna hurry up, here?
- We're done, man.
- Pretty, huh?
- Yeah.
- Best woman you'll ever have.
She'll last you a lifetime.
- You came through.
- It's cool.
I be keeping it, holmes.
We oughta bring you into the set.
You oughta be initiated.
I don't know.
Hey, man, I can see you're a leader.
But, around here it's important to belong.
You need people, you need homeys.
All you gotta do it put in a little work.
- Like?
- It's this way, man.
You're my homeboy, with me you're cool.
But the other homeys, man,
they don't know you from Howard the Coward.
- Want me to smoke somebody?
- You're my dawg.
- You got someone in mind?
- Oh yeah, yeah, the contract is out.
Little bruh that works over at Sammy's Tacos.
- What she do?
- Her old man was a snitch.
- What old man?
- Some Jap, looked like Elvis.
Fool was loc'd out.
- Who got him.
Everybody, but the Bud Man gave the word.
[sighs]
Sounds like a man with his ear to the pavement.
- Always.
Anyway, we've been meanin' to do this broad.
It's the price, holmes, you down?
- Yeah, I'm down.
- Who you talkin' to back there?
- Nobody.
Just making sure those bangers keep their noses clean.
- Man, good chance of that.
[laughs]
We headin' back to the station, it's almost five.
- Means that moron in evidence probably locked up already.
- [Detective] He's alright.
He's just waitin' on his pension.
- [Hanson] I'm tellin' ya, the guy who's runnin' the guns
is the same guy who put the contract on Ioki.
- [Penhall] You have any evidence?
- [Hanson] He's runnin' to both sides, I saw him.
- [Penhall] You saw guns exchanged for money.
- No, I have Psycho the cash,
saw him talkin' to this Bud Man, next day I got my uzi.
- Circumstantial, it'll never hold up.
Look, you gotta confession from Psycho.
We can bring all these guys in, test their uzis,
ID the bullets against the ones we got,
bring it to Fuller.
- Yeah, and the minute we do that,
the Bud Man vanishes forever.
- True.
- Listen, Ioki was almost cut in half
to protect this guy's operation.
Now, I think he made Harry as a cop, had him hit.
- Really doesn't matter what we thing.
We need evidence and search warrants.
Those are the rules, end of story.
- You gettin' butterflies, dawg?
- How about a little fortitude.
- No, it makes me go to sleep.
- Yeah, I got the same problem with me.
- We're gonna pull around the front.
Cruise through the parkin' lot.
If it ain't too crowded, you know what to do.
[clacking]
- It's busted.
- What?
Cheap commie garbage.
I'm gonna kill Buddy Boy.
- Take that bunk G out your crap back.
- Now, look, I'll use my own.
- We're on, Baby Gat, bring the trunk to the front.
- Forget it.
[knocks on glass]
- Can I help you?
[gun fires]
[engine revs]
[tires screech]
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
[tense music]
[glass shatters]
- You're trespassing.
- I'm a cop.
[gun fires] [tense music]
[clanging]
[gun fires]
I'm a cop, man! [gun fires]
[glass shatters]
[gun fires]
[water splashes]
[21 Jump Street Theme by Liam Sternberg]