44 Minutes: The North Hollywood Shoot-Out Page #3

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Sorry to hear about your old man.|He was, uh, he was good.

You guys worked together.|77th, right?

He was my T.O.|Kicked my ass every day for six months.

It was a different department|back then.

So I hear.

I gotta run.|Gotta be in court.

So, uh, look after yourself, yeah?

- I'll see you later, Frank. Thanks.|- All right. Yeah.

Well, I'm a training officer,|and Bobby is probably the 30th...

or 3 2nd younger officer|that I've trained.

A young cop needs to learn,|more than anything...

how to leap to that training|that you get, mentally...

when you're in|an emergency situation.

Bobby, is it clean?

It is now.|Morning watch brought in a hype.

Found two needles|in the backseat.

Uh-oh. You get stuck?

- Had my gloves on.|- Attaboy. Tires?

At least 50 more miles of treads left.

- Twelve-gauge?|- Four rounds, double-aught buck.

- Tank?|- Full.

Coffee?

Black.

You keep this up,|I might let you have lunch today.

Hit me, huh?

- I will take you out!|- Calm down, please.

Come on! I will whip your ass|right now. Let me go!

- It's your lucky day. Let's go.|- Calm down right now.

Ramon, how old are you, man?

- Sixteen.|- Sixteen. That's good.

I don't understand|what's happened to him.

- Is he using or running with a gang?|- Hell, who knows?

No more juvie hall for you, huh?

No, you hang with the big boys now.

They're gonna love you, baby.

You gonna be someone's date|for the prom tonight, huh?

There's no father|to help me with

this. I'm doing|it all by myself.

- I know, ma'am.|- He's a man now. How can I stand up to a man?

- I see. I see.|- It's just me. I'm doing everything I can.

That's a good move too, man,|joining Florencia.

What's that, about two of them|dying a week these days?

Nigga, don't know|nothin' about me, man.

Tell you what.|I know this.

You mess with|your moms again, man--

Domestic violence|ain't no joke.

For six months, he was doing okay.

Getting okay grades,|going to school every day.

Then his principal calls|me and tells me

he hasn't been to school|in two months.

And you didn't know about this?

I've been working. I get up early.|I go to work. I get home late.

Mm-hmm. How many jobs|you work, ma'am?

- What's your problem, man?|- Nigga made it good...

now you come back to the hood|all enlightened and sh*t?

Please, man!

Ramon, let me tell you something.

You recognize him? Huh?

Wasn't he the leader|of your gang there?

I mean, until he lost|his mind and his nuts?

You don't like my book?|Take a look at my book.

Oh, I got another guy here.|Check it out.

Huh. That's O-dog, right there.

You know him? I had O-dog,|just where you're sitting, just now.

You know, I need to get me|a picture of you.

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