Training Day Page #5

They should be off the streets.

You hear that?

- Wanna go home or to jail?

- What you think?

Got room at the booty house.

You been there?

- You'll grab your ankles.

- Suck my dick!

- I know people.

- That's how it starts.

What about you? What you got?

- Got nothing?

- No.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- Where's your horn?

- Got none.

You got money, though.

You lied to me!

Lucky I don't make you eat that.

Stand up, you. Stand the f*** up!

Yeah. Oh, sh*t, huh?

Turn around, sucker. Turn around.

So you like raping girls?

- Like to rape girls?

- No, man.

- That's what you like?

- No...

That what you like? Don't lie.

Told me to suck your dick.

Is that what you said?

Look at me.

You wanted me

to suck your dick, right?

Isn't that what you said?

Didn't you say suck it?

Don't lie. Am I a liar?

You didn't say that?

That's not what you said?

So I'm lying?

- No, please!

- Where is it? I can't find it.

Pull your pants down.

Which nut you want?

I'll leave you one.

Your choice. Just make a decision.

All right.

Put your hands on your head.

Close your eyes. Close your eyes.

Lucky I got other business.

I'd cut your f***ing dick off

and stick it up your funky ass. B*tch.

Damn! I'm thirsty.

I want a beer. What about you?

You want a beer?

I'm gonna leave you three to it.

P*ssy-ass b*tch!

I see you again, I'll f*** you up!

You won't see sh*t coming!

I'll dent your mouth,

I'll crack your head open.

You f***ing pig! Come on!

- That girl's 14.

- She all woman, though.

You tax that ass for days, man!

Keep walking, b*tch!

You want a beer?

- No, I don't want a beer, man.

- No? You mad?

Want to book that $60, huh?

Here, go ahead, book it into evidence.

Where the suspects? Go get them.

You let them go.

- I let them go?

- You did.

You want to run and gun,

stay in Patrol.

This is Investigations.

Garbage men handle garbage.

Professional anglers

go after the big fish.

Chasing them crackhead

motherfuckers...

- They'd have killed you.

- They belong in jail.

Why? They got beaten,

lost their money.

Hillside's ses will smoke them.

What more you want?

- I want justice.

- That's not justice?

- That's street justice.

- So?

- Let them kill each other?

- God willing.

F*** them!

Everybody looking like them.

Reality is, the good guys...

...they die first.

The school kids and moms...

...family men, don't want to catch

any bullets.

To protect the sheep,

you got to catch the wolf.

It takes a wolf to catch a wolf,

understand?

What?

- Protect the sheep by killing wolves.

- I heard you.

- You didn't hear me.

- All right. Whatever.

Whatever the f***-ever!

Do you ever lock anybody up?

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