Training Day Page #2

...you don't make it back.

Hide it deep inside of you.

The maggots out here

will find it...

...use it against you

and chew you up.

Never wear the ring to work.

- I'm serious about that.

- Thanks.

What's here?

Transactions.

You see that guy trying to act

like he's not slanging dope?

- Yeah.

- That's my boy.

That's my boy, Neto.

Only 17, but he can kill.

- Works for me.

- He's an informer?

Teammate. I got eyes everywhere.

He gets to make some cash.

Lets me know when big things happen.

Big transactions.

- You trust him?

- Damn right I do.

Sprung his mom from INS detention.

Here we go. Watch this.

That's right. Come on down.

Come on. Look at it. Sexy, ain't it?

That's right.

- See the hand-to-hand?

- I saw it.

- When was your last felony stop?

- Two weeks ago.

You need practice.

- College kids.

- They'll get an education today.

I want them grabbing glass.

You take the back.

Stay off of the Rover.

Let's go.

- You little f***ers.

- Run, baby, run.

Police! Let's see your hands!

Put them up! Put them up!

Put your hands on the windshield!

- Put your hands on the glass.

- Driver, put it in park!

- It's a stick shift!

- Throw the keys out the window!

Put your hands on your chest!

All right, fork it over.

- What?

- You know.

The marijuana. Give it to me!

- Give it!

- Okay! Sorry, sir.

- Shut up! Give me that pipe.

- My mom gave me that pipe.

She can pick it up in jail.

Give me the cigarettes too.

- Control your suspect!

- Palms on the glass!

Move the hands, I'll slap you!

Face against the glass! Right there!

You know this is a gang neighborhood?

- Yeah!

- Then don't come down here.

I see you down here again,

I'll make you walk home.

I'll let the homeboys run

a train on her. Know what that is?

Yes, sir.

All right, gentlemen.

Thanks for your cooperation.

Let's go. Safe your iron, son.

Sh*t!

I like that sh*t.

I like how you move.

You were trained well.

Check that out. It's a bad dime.

See the hairs, undeveloped seeds.

You see how immature it is.

That's classic Mexican garbage.

Let me see. It's old.

Probably last year's.

To be truly effective...

...a good narcotics agent

must know and love narcotics.

A good narcotics agent should have...

...narcotics in his blood.

- What, you gonna smoke that?

- No, you are.

- Hell if I am!

- Yes.

- You're not?

- No.

- Why? You a Mormon?

- I'm not losing my job.

This is your job.

- Smoke it.

- No.

This ain't a test. Take a hit.

Listen, I became a cop

to stop people from using...

- That ain't cocaine. Take a hit.

- No, man.

- Jesus Christ!

- Yeah, right.

If I was a dealer, you'd be dead!

Turn sh*t down out here,

and your wife gets a flag.

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