Training Day Page #6

You seem busy keeping people out.

You don't know sh*t!

Sh*t, they build jails because of me!

Judges gave over 15,000 man-years

of incarceration time...

...based on my cases.

My record speaks for itself.

How many felons have you got?

I rest my case.

- I'm not smoking crack, all right?

- I'm glad. Put it in the glove box.

Put the $60 in there too.

That'll come in handy.

We'll use it like a credit card.

No matter what I say,

you did the right thing.

Reminds me when I was

chasing down bad guys.

Pretty amazing sh*t you did

back there.

Thanks.

I noticed you applied that chokehold

though, huh?

That's a no-no procedure.

- I was getting my ass kicked.

- You did what you had to do.

You did what you had to do.

That's right.

What a wolf does. You a wolf?

Come on, wolf! Come on, dog!

No, I said a wolf,

not a rooster, a wolf.

- That's a rooster, give me a wolf!

- Give me a beer!

There you go! That's my nigga.

You got the magic eye, Hoyt.

You have the magic eye.

You up your street IQ...

...you'll do some damage,

I guarantee.

Crime fighter.

- What you need?

- Crack.

- Uh, 20 bucks...

- Crack?

Smell like bacon!

Do I look like a sucker to you, nigga?

F*** you, rookie!

Go fetch, dog.

You want me to...

Oh, come on, man, it's...

Give me a break! Hey, you! Slow up!

Come on, stop!

Police officer! Police officer! Stop!

Come on, man!

Give me a break! Sh*t!

Get out! Get out of here

or I call police.

Police officer, ma'am, calm down.

I said stop! Stop!

Get the f*** off me. F*** off.

You're making this so much harder!

Just calm down!

You love this sh*t, huh?

Hey, man, hey!

Pick him up!

Civil rights violating motherfuckers!

F***!

- Watch the f***ing legs, man!

- Pick his legs up.

Ain't got nothing better to do

than f*** with me, man? Sh*t!

Who you working for?

I ain't work for nobody!

I'm on disability!

Sh*t! You know you cracking.

I don't sell no more.

- No rocks?

- No rocks.

- But I found this.

- No, you don't.

That motherf***er planted

that sh*t on me.

Put me in the front seat,

I'll whup his ass!

Who you working for?

Told you I don't work for nobody, man!

Where the rocks?

I got nothing on me.

I gave it up.

Where the rocks?

Open your mouth.

You a doctor now?

A dentist. Open it.

Lift up your tongue.

Your partner already searched me.

I'm straight.

Yeah, okay.

You got a pen, got a writing pen?

Didn't see the motherf***er coming!

Nothing in there?

Nothing, man!

Ain't got nothing, huh?

God!

- Damn!

- Now what is that?

- Crack, man!

- Right. Jimmy crack corn.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Oh, you federally f***ed now.

You got crack and a gun.

With your record you'll get

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