Officer Downe

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My city's gone to hell.

I've watched it happen.

It's why I do what I do.

It's what I've always done.

And I'll do it again and again

and again as many times

as it takes to scrub this city

clean of all the filth.

I've got my badge

and I've got the will.

I am LAPD.

So let me show you

how it's done.

Oh, my... oh, my god!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Just like that! Just like that!

Oh, my god, oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

I don't know how you do it.

Just keep going, and going.

I'm just doing my civic duty.

Oh, um, look, I know we don't

really know each other

all that well or anything,

but...

Confirmed,

suspect is on premises.

Transmitting location.

That's me. Back to work.

Thanks for the jump.

Let's do it again sometime.

Super crank!

That's what I'm calling it.

It's got a nice ring to it,

right?

Yeah, this city loves

its street drugs.

This is the mother of them all.

And they are gonna pay through

the nose to get it.

You guys want a free taste?

Huh? Forget it!

Did anybody else feel that?

Feel what?

No. No, no, no, no, no!

- What the f*** is that?

- Yo, headcase, we better split!

Don't... don't call me that,

it's Harry! Not...

Let's get the f*** outta here!

Headcase Harry,

you're under arrest!

F*** you!

Let's get the f*** out of here!

That's assaulting

a police officer.

- That's resisting arrest.

- Headcase.

- Don't call me that!

You have

the right to remain silent.

F*** you!

Anything you say or do can and

will be used against you

in the court of law. You have

the right to an attorney.

Take Miranda rights and stick

'em straight up your ass, pig!

I know who you are.

That was my life's work

you just trashed!

If you can't afford an attorney,

one will be appointed to you.

Shut up!

Do you understand these rights

as they were read to you?

Do you understand this?

You know what this is?

Don't make me do it.

Stay back!

Fine.

Boom.

Any scanner activity?

Unbelievable.

Holy Christ, no way

anyone could have survived this.

I know you're new to this detail

but don't be a f***ing idiot.

Of course he didn't survive,

they knew he wouldn't.

Hey, a little help here.

- Well, there he is.

- Officer crispy.

All right, guys,

let's load him up

and get him back

to the precinct.

You're a cop.

Pow. Part of the

motherfucking brotherhood.

You're one of the good guys.

You're LAPD...

You're one of the good guys.

I'm a cop.

You're a cop.

That's right.

Officer gable?

Inside, gable.

You might want to calm down.

Good morning, sergeant.

Yeah, right.

Ooh, little filly.

Is that all the work you put in?

You could do better.

Stop with the d*cks.

And you, yeah,

go to my office...

'Cause there's someone

who wants to talk to you.

Uh, should I sign in first?

Now.

I was told, um,

someone wanted to see me?

Officer gable.

Chief Berringer.

Come on in.

Close the door behind you.

Interesting psych profile.

You like being a cop, don't you?

I mean, you take it seriously.

As a heart attack.

We have been keeping a pretty

close eye on you.

And for the record, there were

one or two individuals

who felt it was premature for me

to have this conversation

with you.

Clearly I didn't listen to them.

I went with my gut on this one.

So here you are.

Chief, am I in trouble?

- Depends on how you look at it.

- I don't understand.

You understand how bad

it is out there?

While you're chasing jaywalkers

down the 3rd street promenade

and making

your chicken-sh*t collars

some real heavy sh*t is going

on right here in our city.

Do you think you're ready?

I think you're ready.

Are you ready?

Damn straight.

Have you ever heard

of the fortune 500?

Well... speak.

Harry's operation has been

compromised.

Compromised?

The LAPD sent their... beast.

They've got balls sending that

kamikaze cop into our territory.

Their overconfidence

is annoying.

Goddamn it!

Nobody fucks

with the fortune 500!

I want his head on our wall!

Get the f*** out of here.

Let's face it, gents,

headcase was their

opening salvo.

I bet they think it's open

season on all our operations.

We have to hit back, hard!

This has gone way beyond

the concept of deterrents.

But let us not be despondent.

On the contrary, let us rejoice!

We have access to the

ultimate WMD...

A pure ass-kicker,

par excellence.

What are you talking about?

- Sir?

- Get me zen master flash.

So...

Are you sure this crazy f***

has the goods to take this on?

He's got a rep, that's for sure.

It's more

than that. He's the best.

Not to mention,

he's got a ready-made army

full of bad-ass motherfuckers

at his disposal.

Even if this escalates into a

war, it'll be theirs, not ours.

That's good business.

Fine. I still want his head.

The fortune 500

are the top tier

of organized crime in this city.

Almost every freak on the

streets is connected to them

in some way, shape or form.

Money from drugs,

from illegal firearms,

from protection rackets,

you name it.

If it's illegal,

they are deep up in it.

These folks

are a force of nature.

And how are you supposed

to fight that?

Try not to look like a rookie.

I'll do my best, ma'am.

And cut the ma'am sh*t.

- Yes, sir.

- Everyone ready?

They brought him

in a few hours ago.

He's downstairs being prepped

for a general recovery.

Okay then, let's go.

These technicians are part of a

special division, top secret.

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