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Feet together, bow.

- Osu!

- Yoi!

A little bit of exercise, a little bit

of basics here today, guys. Ready?

Let's go. Jumping jacks to

start. Go, jumping jacks!

That's it, that's the one.

Pop and snap.

Good stuff. Push-ups! Go, push-ups!

That's it, nice and low.

Try to get that chin

all the way down.

Good stuff. Nice push-up.

Now let's get everyone standing up.

Feet together. Bow.

Osu!

Okay, ready, guys? Single punches.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five! Six!

Seven.

Eight!

Nine!

Go!

Feet together! Bow!

- Osu.

- Osu!

Yoi.

Ready? Put that one foot forward.

Ready? We'll face this way.

Feet together. Bow!

Grab that bo. Here we

go, nice and strong.

- Step, punch, one!

- Hah!

Up-down! Side-to-side!

Big reverse! And lift it up.

- Big punch! Kiai!

- Hah!

Excellent. Back to steep.

And give these guys

a hand, nice work.

Next belt:
black.

Keep training as hard

as you did in blue,

you'll be taking my job some day.

There you go, ready. Feet together.

- Bow.

- Osu.

Let's give Michael a hand,

guys, our newest brown belt.

- Congratulations, buddy.

- I'm so proud of you.

You know...

we did all right with this one.

Yeah, we did.

Open the door.

Open the f***in' door!

Michael, Michael,

get down, get down!

- Stay here, stay here.

- Open the f***in' door!

- Open the f***in' door!

- Open the f***in' door!

- Hey!

- Phil!

- Okay okay okay.

- Move it!

- Phil, Phil!

- Listen, I'll blow your head off.

Please, don't hurt us, okay?

I have money in my wallet.

Tell this b*tch to unlock the door!

- Unlock it!

- Credit cards.

- Open the f***ing door.

- No, Carol, no no!

No no, Carol!

- Unlock it right now!

- No!

No no no no!

Phil!

No.

What did you do, man?

What the f*** did you do?

Take her out.

Kill her right now! Take her out!

- F*** that! I didn't sign up for this.

- Get off me!

- Please don't kill me.

- Don't look at me.

- I don't want to die.

- Don't look at me.

- Please please, I don't want to die.

- Shut the f*** up!

Hold on.

Where the f*** you guys been?

Sorry for party rockin'

Michael!

Go after him.

And models in the VIP...

There he is! There he is!

Out for the whole damn club to see

Sorry for party rockin'

When they talk sh*t,

we just be like

Sorry for party rockin'

People always say

that my music's loud

Sorry for party rockin'

Neighbors complain,

saying "Turn it down"

Sorry for party...

- Morris.

- Len.

There was a disturbance call.

- House party.

- Hmm.

The ringleader here

gave us some flak.

A couple of the kids say that

the booze came from him.

I don't know what to say.

He's just lucky he didn't get picked

up by one of the other patrols.

Morris, I'm doing all I can here.

I know it hasn't been easy for him,

but I can't keep getting

him off the hook.

He gets picked up again,

he's gonna have to go

through the system.

You've done more than enough, Len,

and I appreciate it.

You have yourself a good night.

Can't you see my

heart is breaking...

I don't even know why I

show up to school, man.

- It's a waste of my time.

- Guess who got some after the party.

Dude, jerking off a cop to let

you go doesn't count, man.

Yeah yeah.

Remember that chick?

- No way.

- Way, dude.

She got separated from her friends

- and she needed a ride home.

- You don't even have a car.

I know. We wandered around

forever trying to find it.

- Dude, smell my fingers.

- Aw, you're sick, man.

Dude, a brother's gotta eat, right?

Michael Shaw, please

come to the office.

- Oh.

- Sh*t.

Again?

Man, I'm sorry. Yeah, I gotta go.

Let's go, guys.

Whoo, oh, that's nice.

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