(Tee Rider by Andre Wilson)
? I'm droppin' my
frame to the floor
? Bangin this b*at on the radio
? Come on and ride with me
? Ain't got nowhere to go
? But I'm gon'
get there for sho'
? Come on and slide with me
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Do you wanna ride, ride
with me, hide with me
? Do you wanna fly, do
you wanna ride with me
? Ride
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Ride with me, hide
with me, fly with me
? Do you wanna ride, wanna ride
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Ride
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Do you wanna ride, ride
with me, hide with me
? Do you wanna fly, do
you wanna ride with me
? Ride
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Ride with me, hide
with me, fly with me
? Do you wanna ride, wanna ride
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Ride
? I'm droppin' my
frame to the floor
? Bangin' this b*at on my stereo
? Just come and ride with me
? Ride with me, yeah
(screams)
(g*nf*re)
(glass shatters)
(screams)
(g*ns fire)
(tires screech)
( Jump Street Theme
by Liam Sternberg)
? We never thought we'd
find a place where we belong
? Don't have to stand alone,
we'll never let you fall
? Don't need permission
to decide what you believe
? I said jump
? Down on Jump Street
? I said jump
? Down on Jump Street
? Your friends will be there
when your back is to the wall
? You'll find you'll need us
? 'Cause there's
no one else to call
? When it was hopeless, a
decision's what you need
? You'd better be ready to
? Be ready to jump
? Jump Street
- And you're sure there were no
a*t*matic weapons of any kind?
- Hey, I know what a*t*matic
w*apon fire sounds like.
- Harry.
Sergeant Crenshaw's
just doing his job.
- Well, then let us do ours.
You know, you're sending
us into a w*r zone, man,
because City Hall is
posturing on g*ng v*olence.
But, we got no business
being in there.
- Look.
There were five kids wounded
there yesterday, one fatally.
That comes to almost g*ng
related deaths this year.
- City Hall wants more arrests
on these drive-bys period.
We've got no choice.
- I may have a
possible solution.
Obviously, we can't stop the
kids from getting g*ns, right?
They can buy them anywhere.
But, we can stop them from
sh**ting innocent people.
Give them sh**ting
licenses, right?
They hit their targets, they
don't bother anybody else.
- That's cute, Doug.
Why don't you get out there
with a target on your back.
- [Fuller] Can we
get back to business?
- There are three sets
that are hostile to the
Queensborough Gangsters.
The Second Street Lords.
The One Five Jefferson Lords.
And the VL , also
Lords affiliated.
They're based in the
Prospect High area.
- Hanson, you're going in.
- Captain, I don't really think
I'd be suited for this thing.
I mean, they got
their own language.
- Listen, this is the first time
Metro g*ng Unit has
used undercover people,
and we don't know if
this is gonna work.
But, if it gets too
heavy, you bail.
You use your own judgement.
Personally, I don't think
this thing can work.
- So, try that.
Just put it...
You're tryin' to get
in with VL , alright.
It's Varrio Loco on th street,
so, it's like , ,
right, you got it.
So, you gotta, uh.
You know, you gotta be proud.
You gotta put it in their face.
With your fingers...
Alright, we'll work on that.
Okay.
Okay, there's a couple ways
to get in a g*ng, right?
One, jump in. What is that?
- You get b*at up by
the other members.
- Right. Right.
- Put some work in, what's that?
- Commit a crime.
- Okay, and, good
from the shoulders?
- Good at fighting.
- Right, right.
You better pass
on that last one.
- Hey, listen, ain't
we almost done?
- No, we're not almost done.
We're just startin'.
- Well, this is a waste of time.
- It's a waste of time
if you want your head
unhinged from your shoulders.
- What's next?
- Alright, get up.
Now, I'm a homeboy and you
wanna get in with me, alright?
Try that.
- Hey, Vito.
- No, vato.
- Hey, vado.
- Vato, hit the o.
- Vato.
- Good, it means, it means,
like, fellow gangster.
It's Spanish, okay, now, go.
- Hey, vato.
- You gotta lock on me.
Don't move. Bang.
- Hey vato, I want...
- Put your chin up.
You gotta put your
chin up, right,
so you're lookin'
down your nose at him.
Put your chin high.
Come on, man.
(hip hop music)
? Not just another brother
from the top of the pile
- Wassup, girl.
? Standin' on the corner,
just droppin' dope lyrics
? So, come a little close
and make sure you hear it
? Word from a brother tryin'
to earn a little money
? So, help me out, folks,
ain't a damn thing funny
? I don't affiliate
with gangs or cocaine
? 'Cause cocaine pertains and
changes things in your brain
? But, I would never
tell ya don't do cocaine
- [Ioki] Baby G.
- [Psycho] Wassup, Baby G.
- What up?
Hey, holmes, check this out.
- Hey, man, that's clean.
Where'd you get that?
- My sister.
I wanted to give it to Newsie
'cause she was low on cash.
I was strapped
all day in school.
And next time Mr. Social
Studies tries to hit me up,
I'll be comin' from
my pocket, homeboy!
(speaks in foreign language)
- Come on, Baby G.
- Ah, man, I wanna show Roach.
Hey, I'm in short
to pass, alright?
Give it up.
- I'm gonna get my girl.
- Psycho.
Lil' Monster.
Where we headed?
- Homegirl's
drivin', that's cool.
Gotta die sometime, holmes.
Yeah.
Been waitin'?
- This is bull, holmes.
Ain't got time for this crap.
- Yo, I told you
to hang with us.
- Yeah.
You alright, you don't
look so good, man.
- Feel like slappin' this bitch.
- What's up Baby G,
you get some bad weed?
Give it here, let me see
what you got, holmes.
Dust.
Who sold you dust, holmes?
- Dust?
Who did it, huh, Roach?
We're gonna smoke the fool
who gave you that trash.
- Where'd you get it from?
- Chill out, chill out, man.
- Hey, man, why don't you chill.
- Hey, shove it, boot head.
(g*n fires)
Get off me.
- Chill, chill, man.
I'm gonna get with the cool
that loc'd you out, man.
- Help me.
- Just chill, Baby Gat.
- We're gonna get through it.
You and me.
Just chill.
Just chill and live.
It's okay.
It's okay.
- You sure don't look
like no gangster to me.
- He's been studyin'.
(chuckles)
- Yeah, right.
No bull.
- Oh, you know, a little.
- So, you tellin' me
you gonna walk into
Prospect High
wearin' your colors.
- Yeah.
- Then show me what you got.
- What are you doin'.
- This is the way it works.
- Stare him down, Hanson.
- Now, the homeboys
in your face.
He's gonna stay here
to see if you punk out.
- We could be like
this for days, man.
- No you won't.
'Cause, after they see
that you ain't no punk,
and that you don't punk out,
he's gonna as you
where you from.
(sighs)
This is where we got you hooked
up with this way out alias.
When you come to the hood,
you'll be known as Mad Dog Two.
You'll be taking the rep
of Mad Dog One with you.
- What if Mad Dog One finds out.
- Then you really in trouble,
Jack, 'cause Mad Dog is dead.
Now, the Dog was a famous
range offa Carver Hill,
and his rep oughta
carry you for a while.
- For a while,
what happens then?
- Then you got to prove
yourself, homeboy.
- Oh.
- You were sky high, Baby Gat.
Higher than Psycho
that one time.
- Yeah, I'm one loc'd
out baby homey, huh?
Give up, homey.
- Yeah, loc'd out like a fool.
We're buryin' T-Bar on Friday.
Mamma said no colors.
- Well, then, we'll suit up.
- His mamma get that extra
money for the undertaker.
- Yeah, that man's gotta
put in some extra work
to get T-Bar's face back on.
He better do it right.
Put in some serious
work to pay that bill.
- T-Bar'll look just
like he's sleepin'.
All the way to Heaven.
- T-Bar always said,
once he makes it big,
he wanted to get hisself a fresh
loc'd out convertible Benz.
- He woulda done it.
- He woulda done it.
- Homeboy had A's
and B's back to back,
you know what I'm sayin'?
He even had a scholarship.
- All he had to do
was chill and live.
He'd of been somebody.
(tense music)
Hey Bud Man, what's happenin'.
- [Bud Man] Time to
make some money, man.
You down for it.
- [Psycho] Yeah, always.
- [Bud Man] Business is good,
and the Homeboys got
to keep it that way.
- [Psycho] I'm
with you, Bud Man.
(dramatic music)
(knocks on door)
- Hold on, Jude.
I'll be ready in a second.
- Come on, homeboy, you're
gonna be late for school.
Harry, what do you
think you're doin'?
- I don't want to take
any chances, okay?
I'm gonna have my
jacket over this.
- You don't think anybody's
gonna notice that?
- No, they're not
gonna notice it.
- Are you okay?
- Am I okay?
Two days ago, I saw five kids
gunned down at a taco stand.
I'm drivin' around with
some year old kid
who's got his own .
Now b*ll*ts are
flyin' everywhere,
and I'm tryin' to figure out
how to keep one of
them from finding me.
No, I'm not okay.
This is just like damn Saigon.
(knocks on glass)
- I've been thinkin' a lot about
what would work best with
you and the Homeboys.
And I think I found the answer.
- What?
- Shut yo' ass up.
- Great.
- No, I mean it, man.
Nothin' is scarier than
a dude who says nothin'.
Just let your attitude
carry you through.
- Attitude.
- Now, with you,
see, you'd be better off
with some Latino affiliation,
'cause I don't think you
can talk with the Homeboys.
- I don't speak Spanish.
- You don't have to.
You just need to
know four things.
(speaks in Spanish)
It means no.
(speaks in Spanish)
It means yes.
And (speaks in Spanish)
is my neighborhood.
- What's the fourth?
- You got to know
how to say holmes.
And the vatos tell me it's from
here, it's from the stomach.
Holmes.
'Ey, holmes.
- Holmes.
- Now, what I told
you about Mad Dog.
Forget that, you'll
be known as Calavera.
There's less explaining
with that name.
- Why?
- It's like the, uh, warning
sign on a bottle of poison.
A skull and crossbones.
See, that means Calavera.
Now, we get that tacked on you,
and you won't have
to say a word.
- What is tacked?
- Tattooed, homeboy.
- No tattoos.
- We'll talk about it later.
- I ain't gettin' no tattoos.
- Okay, no tattoos.
Here, get up here and practice.
- I ain't gettin' no tattoos.
- Fine.
Now, I'm in your face, and
I say, "Where you from?"
And what you do, you
just freeze me, man.
You look right through
me, give me ice.
Come on, man, ice me.
- Give him ice.
- You want some ice?
I'll go get you some ice.
I'll get you a soda too.
A fudgesicle.
(tense music)
(tires screech)
- Harry, look out!
(g*n fires)
Harry!
Somebody call an ambulance!
(dramatic music)
- You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.
- What else?
- He's down around .
(overlapping dialogue)
- Give me a CDC stat of
four packets of full
blood right now.
- Get this thing out of here.
- Okay, let's go.
Alright, everybody on three.
One.
Two.
Three.
- Alright, let's get
some mast pants on him.
(beeping)
- We got a bleeder, move it!
Clear.
(elevator dings)
- How is he?
- We don't know.
They've been working on him
for about three hours now.
- Look, can we stop blowin'
that crap in my face?
- Sorry, I'm just a
little nervous, alright?
- Why don't you just
take it easy, huh?
- Why don't you
take it easy, Doug?
Anyway, I thought you were
gonna give those things up.
- Me too.
- How is he, Dr. Sheldon?
- He's in critical condition.
He's still on a
respirator, but...
- Wait, wait, he's gonna live?
- When a body suffers this
kind of severe trauma,
it shuts down.
If he can survive the
next eight hours of shock,
he's got a chance
to pull through.
But, waiting here is not
gonna do him any good.
Go home.
- Harry was sh*t with an AK- .
Fully a*t*matic,
which is why his vest
didn't stop the b*ll*ts.
We're not gonna release to
the press that Harry's a cop.
It's just another drive-by.
Hoffs, I want you to stay
in with the gangsters.
They're bound to have an idea
of which g*ng did the hit.
Booker...
- I wanna go in, Cap.
- I thought you didn't want
any part of this
assignment, Hanson.
- I do now.
- Where you from, esay?
What they call you, holmes?
- Calavera.
- Why they call you that, man?
You wanna show me?
(speaks in Spanish)
- I got him.
Hey you.
We've been lookin'
for you, punk.
(dramatic music)
(punches thud)
- Hey, esay.
Come on, holmes.
Come on, man.
Come on, move.
You got some serious
stuff on you, holmes.
Man sure run up on me a
couple of months ago, eh.
Kept my cuffs on, hit
me up pretty good.
- Cowards, man.
- They shoulda had me
one on one, man to man.
Next time, eh.
Wassup, homey.
- Who's the vato
living with you?
- That's my brother.
- You want to tell
us somethin', holmes?
Got anything up at your place?
(knocks on door)
- Yeah?
- Brother holmes,
he's with us now.
- So?
- So, he kicked ass
on a couple of cops
and they're gonna be
snoopin' around for him.
- He need anything?
- His jacket, holmes.
- Hold on a second.
(hip hop music)
- That's nice.
I'll be right back.
Jacket, holmes.
- Your brother looks
like a damn bear, man.
They should call him Morsel.
- They do.
- You know, everybody at the bar
is talkin' about what you
did to the cops, holmes.
They say Calaveras is
one loc'd out homeboy.
- He is.
- Well, you'll be
buyin' now, homeboy.
VL is taking
care of you, man.
- Yeah.
Yeah, they came for the jacket.
So, Hanson's in with them.
What about Harry, huh?
Well, what'd the doctor say?
(knocks on door)
Hold on a second, okay?
Yeah?
- We're the movers.
- I don't wanna move
out, I just moved in.
This is for two weeks ago.
- Hey, look, I'm really sorry.
I'm gettin' these
things mixed up,
so many people moving out of
these neighborhoods lately.
Have a nice night.
- Right, bye bye.
- Have you seen Hound?
- Yeah, he's downstairs
meeting with his man.
I'm getting strapped, holmes.
- Simone!
- We're going in.
Hey, Calavera!
(tense music)
- Gangsters are gonna be
lookin' for payback, holmes.
We know they're strapped.
So, we gotta load
up and be ready.
- I made the hookup, holmes.
We got everything we need.
We got little suzies, AK- s,
damn bazookas if
you want, holmes.
(overlapping conversations)
They gonna think we did it,
we might as well
take credit for it.
- Let's do it!
(overlapping conversations)
- Sup, holmes.
- What's goin' on?
- We're loadin' up, holmes.
This is a chance to
earn your stripes.
We're gonna hit the Gangsters.
- I thought you
already hit them.
- No way, esay.
We didn't hit the
Jap in that drive-by.
But they gonna think we did.
So, it's on.
(pop music)
- So, what are they sayin'?
- That his vital
signs have stabilized
and he's breathing on his own.
But, until he regains
consciousness, we
just don't know.
- Listen, Captain, I wanna go
in with the Queensborough Set.
- Yeah, well, you don't know
that it was a gangster
that did this.
- It wasn't a Lord.
- That's a pretty big
assumption, Hanson.
- Captain, I'm tellin' ya.
I was in with these guys,
I know they didn't do it.
- Look, Hanson,
we all wanna get these
punks just as bad as you do.
- Then let me go in.
These guys have been known
to hit their own before.
That's all we got.
(tense music)
- What do they call you?
You're Calavera.
I heard about you, esay.
Where you from?
- Nowhere.
- But you wearin' colors.
- I backed them up.
- We heard you
was runnin' around
with them fools
from th Street.
- We had words.
- You got a beef with my set.
What you in here for?
- Spanking some cops.
- My people are gonna raise
me out in a couple hours.
When are you gettin' out?
When you hit the bricks,
ask around about Psycho.
We can do things
together, holmes.
Maybe.
(Tee Rider by Andre Wilson)
? I'm droppin' my
frame to the floor
? Bangin' this b*at on the radio
? Come on and ride with me
? I ain't got nowhere to go
? But I'm gon'
get there for sho'
? Come on and slide with me
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Do you wanna ride, ride
with me, high with me
? Do you wanna fly, do
you wanna ride with me
? Ride
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Ride with me, hide
with me, fly with me
? Do you wanna ride, wanna ride
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Ride
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Do you wanna ride, ride
with me, high with me
? Do you wanna fly, do
you wanna ride with me
? Ride
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Ride with me, hide
with me, fly with
? Do you wanna ride, wanna ride
? Do you wanna ride with me
? Ride
? I'm droppin' my
frame to the floor
? Bangin' this b*at on my stereo
? You wanna come
and ride with me
(speaks in Spanish)
- Nothin' like it.
My ladies, my homeys.
Hey, Elena, come here, girl.
This is me homeboy, Calavera.
Take care of him.
I'm gonna go talk to the OGs.
Get my homeboy a beer.
- I heard about you, esay.
- What did you hear?
- That you're a
bottle of poison.
- You better stay
away from poison.
- This is my set, esay.
You want me to get you a beer.
- Elena!
- Damn.
That's my madre.
- I told you to never
come here again.
Look at this horror.
Come on.
? I'm droppin' my
frame to the floor
? Bangin' this b*at on my stereo
? Come on and ride with me
- See, holmes.
I got enough money to
open up my own business.
I don't have to
sling no more dope.
- You just pushin'
us off, holmes.
- Well, why don't you take
your little ass out of here
before I chew it off?
- Hey.
Baby G.
It's not like I'm
leavin' the hood.
I'm years old.
I got a wife and two children.
And that's where my love is.
Ya'll still my homeboys.
You know I'll always
be there for you.
- Rock, it's your time to do it.
And we down for ya.
Hell if it's gonna
happen to any of us.
- If we're lucky.
- Not me, holmes.
I'm down with the set
'til they burn me,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah.
I'm gonna be just like Psycho.
- Yeah, well, I plan on
gettin' on myself, Baby G.
- What set you from, punk?
- Hey, chill, this
is my homeboy.
Calavera.
I figured you all
could show him love.
- I heard about you, esay.
- We heard you was down
with Metro the other day.
- This the OGs on the street?
- Among other things.
- Do you got somethin'
with some kick?
- What you have in
mind, esay, a bazooka?
- AK, little susie.
- That's a lot of
horsepower, homeboy.
What are you gonna do with it?
(g*n fires)
Bet.
Uzis, man.
Just my style.
- Where's mine.
- Your own piece is
gonna run you a bank.
- I got money.
- What's your hustle,
'cause I must be in
the wrong business.
(tense music)
- Uh, hey, man, hey.
Hey, you wanna hurry up, here?
- We're done, man.
- Pretty, huh?
- Yeah.
- Best woman you'll ever have.
She'll last you a lifetime.
- You came through.
- It's cool.
I be keeping it, holmes.
We oughta bring
you into the set.
You oughta be initiated.
I don't know.
Hey, man, I can see
you're a leader.
But, around here it's
important to belong.
You need people,
you need homeys.
All you gotta do it
put in a little work.
- Like?
- It's this way, man.
You're my homeboy,
with me you're cool.
But the other homeys, man,
they don't know you
from Howard the Coward.
- Want me to smoke somebody?
- You're my dawg.
- You got someone in mind?
- Oh yeah, yeah,
the contract is out.
Little bruh that works
over at Sammy's Tacos.
- What she do?
- Her old man was a snitch.
- What old man?
- Some Jap, looked like Elvis.
Fool was loc'd out.
- Who got him.
Everybody, but the
Bud Man gave the word.
(sighs)
Sounds like a man with
his ear to the pavement.
- Always.
Anyway, we've been
meanin' to do this broad.
It's the price,
holmes, you down?
- Yeah, I'm down.
- Who you talkin' to back there?
- Nobody.
Just making sure those bangers
keep their noses clean.
- Man, good chance of that.
(laughs)
We headin' back to the
station, it's almost five.
- Means that moron in evidence
probably locked up already.
- [Detective] He's alright.
He's just waitin'
on his pension.
- [Hanson] I'm tellin' ya,
the guy who's runnin' the g*ns
is the same guy who put
the contract on Ioki.
- [Penhall] You
have any evidence?
- [Hanson] He's runnin'
to both sides, I saw him.
- [Penhall] You saw g*ns
exchanged for money.
- No, I have Psycho the cash,
saw him talkin' to this Bud
Man, next day I got my U*i.
- Circumstantial,
it'll never hold up.
Look, you gotta
confession from Psycho.
We can bring all these
guys in, test their uzis,
ID the b*ll*ts against
the ones we got,
bring it to Fuller.
- Yeah, and the
minute we do that,
the Bud Man vanishes forever.
- True.
- Listen, Ioki was
almost cut in half
to protect this guy's operation.
Now, I think he made Harry
as a cop, had him hit.
- Really doesn't
matter what we thing.
We need evidence
and search warrants.
Those are the
rules, end of story.
- You gettin' butterflies, dawg?
- How about a little fortitude.
- No, it makes me go to sleep.
- Yeah, I got the
same problem with me.
- We're gonna pull
around the front.
Cruise through the parkin' lot.
If it ain't too crowded,
you know what to do.
(clacking)
- It's busted.
- What?
Cheap commie garbage.
I'm gonna k*ll Buddy Boy.
- Take that bunk G
out your crap back.
- Now, look, I'll use my own.
- We're on, Baby Gat, bring
the trunk to the front.
- Forget it.
(knocks on glass)
- Can I help you?
(g*n fires)
(engine revs)
(tires screech)
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
(tense music)
(glass shatters)
- You're trespassing.
- I'm a cop.
(g*n fires)
(tense music)
(clanging)
(g*n fires)
I'm a cop, man!
(g*n fires)
(glass shatters)
(g*n fires)
(g*n fires)
(g*n fires)
(water splashes)
( Jump Street Theme
by Liam Sternberg)
03x19 - Loc'd Out: Part 1
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Series focuses on a squad of youthful-looking undercover police officers investigating crimes in high schools, colleges, and other teenage venues.
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