- Check this out.
- What are you guys doin', man?
- Nice, what's it look like?
- I have just created
the first portable
electric chair.
(laughing)
It operates on household
current or use the handy
adapter and plug it into
the cigarette lighter
of your family sedan.
And when you're through,
it folds up neatly
behind the refrigerator
or in a closet.
(laughing)
Here go ahead.
Plug it in.
- That puppy definitely
looks like it would
fry someone.
(laughing)
- This is great.
Who do we test it on?
- What, are you crazy?
- Would you relax.
The plugs just for show.
(laughs)
It's really wired to a couple
of little radio batteries.
All it gives is a little shock.
- All right.
Who are we gonna get?
- Well, we better wait
for Lunger to go out
for a little puffaroo.
- [Marty] Yeah.
- Let's get Tommy Hamburg.
- No, no, no, Hamburger is cool.
Let's get Jewboy.
- No, no, four eyes.
- No, those wimps are too easy.
Now if Hamburger is
really cool, he'll be
totally into it, besides
what's more fun than
scaring the crap
out of your friends?
(laughing)
Hey, Hamburger.
Hamburger.
- [Hamburg] Huh?
- We're gonna pull a
number on four eyes
when Lunger leaves
for his nicotine fix.
You want in?
- Yeah.
- Good.
- Yeah.
- Just sit down in the
chair and make like you're
helping us out, okay?
- Here?
- Yeah.
- It's cool?
- It's cool.
- Really?
- Really.
- [Hamburg] Hey.
- Relax, Tommy.
This is for the interest
of modern technology.
- It's not funny, Dennis.
It's not funny.
- Fry him, Brewer.
- Do it.
- Don't do it.
- Ground control to Major Tom.
- Don't do it.
- Adios, h*m*.
- Oh.
(laughter)
Oh.
That's good, really good.
Okay, okay.
(laughing)
- Hamburger, you
should have seen--
- It's a great trick.
Was this your idea, Marty?
- Dennis thought of it.
- It's a good trick, Dennis.
(upbeat music)
(brakes screech)
- Hey, partner.
We got to check in with Fuller,
or can I go grab a beer?
? 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
- Hey, Judy!
Look at you.
Nice to see you out
of that milk carton.
- Oh, please.
They thought it was
a great success.
They wanted me to be
Officer Cookie next.
- Yeah.
- A milk carton, huh?
I'd love to see that.
- Well, you can forget it
because I b*rned the suit.
- Oh, um, Judy
Hobbs, Dennis Booker.
He started a few
days ago with Hanson.
- Hello.
- How are you doin'?
- Well, I better get to work.
- So, how long have you
been stuck in this hole?
- Well, I wouldn't
exactly call it stuck.
- Blowfish!
- Boy, am I glad to see people.
(laughing)
I was going crazy
in there all alone.
- You look, you look great.
- Thanks.
- What have you been doing?
- I painted the alley.
- Yeah, I saw that,
what happened?
- Nothing happened, man.
You know, I went out to
paint over some graffiti
and I got a little carried away.
- You got a little carried away?
You painted the whole wall.
- That's Penhall's desk.
- Oh, sorry.
That must mean hands off, huh?
(laughs)
So, who's Penhall?
- Hanson's partner.
- Yeah, he's still with
intelligence, Jude.
He loves it.
I don't think he's coming back.
- So, where do I sit?
- Well, I guess that one
over there by mine is okay.
- I could get used to that view.
(laughs)
- Excuse me.
- [Hanson] You've partnered
me up with a psychopath
who's been given a
license to terrorize.
He hangs kids out windows.
He hits on every girl in school.
He teaches kids how to
build electric chairs.
I mean, who gave
this guy a badge?
- You know, Hanson.
I never seen anybody push
your buttons like this.
There's nothing I can do
until this case is over.
- Why don't you ask the
academy to stop sending
over losers?
- Done.
Now can we get back to the case?
I need you to find
out who painted n*gg*r
on the Lincoln team bus
and sh*t out the tires,
remember?
- Right.
- Any suspects?
- Besides my partner?
(sighs)
- Booker!
Booker!
Booker, Hanson thinks
you're in with the guys
who may be responsible
for the racial att*cks.
(laughs)
- Is that what he told you?
- You think otherwise?
- I don't know.
Maybe.
- Booker, I've got
a city councilwoman
who's decreed herself
the watchdog of racism.
If she cuts someone
off in traffic and they
call her a n*gg*r, she
calls a press conference
with the N.A.A.C.P.
She is a continual
pain in my, posterior.
You get the point?
- I just don't think
they're r*cist?
- They make fun of
blacks, Jews, Hispanics,
whatever.
- And people with
glasses, that's my point.
They're not r*cist,
they're bullies.
They pick on anybody
regardless of race, color,
creed.
They don't discriminate.
They're equal
opportunity snotwads.
- So you think they're clean?
- I just don't thing
they're politically
affiliated.
- What are you, Morton Downey?
- Hey, Mort's a good man.
- [Fuller] Enough!
Gentleman, you are
going to work together.
You're gonna get
along and you're gonna
solve this thing before
Councilwoman Travers
gets on my butt, capisce?
- (Laughs) Come on, pal.
I'll buy ya a taco.
- You guys want to get
into something after
wrestling practice tonight?
- Yeah, sounds good.
- Yeah, I'm in.
- I can't, let's do
it tomorrow night.
- Hector, amigo, pay
for this cupcake.
- Hey, hey, hey, check it out.
Woody Allen just transferred in.
(laughs)
Go get him, Hamburger.
- Nail the dweeb.
(laughs)
- Can I borrow a french fry?
You like ketchup?
Put ketchup on that.
Whoa!
(laughing)
Come on.
- Hey, baby.
Any in-flight service
on that cruiser?
I hear you girls
can go all night.
(laughing)
- Hey, Hector, my man.
I told you I wanted a cupcake.
Not a Ding Dong, not a Twinkie.
A cupcake!
Now go get it.
It's so hard to find
good help nowadays.
- You go to hell!
I can do what I want.
- You're losing points, Hector.
Hey, Squash!
Get back here and
pick up this food.
- Lick it up
yourself, you fat wad.
- Get back here, cruise control.
Marty wants to rock and roll.
I'm talking to you, girl!
- Brewer, Marty, come here.
Come here.
If you guys really want
to scare the broad.
Do it right.
(suspenseful music)
- All right, Jimbo.
- Hey, sorry.
(suspenseful music)
- It's nice digs, Doug, you dog!
I dig it.
- What?
- It reminds me of your place.
- Not in Dorothyville, man.
That place is cleaner than Oz.
- What?
- Hey, check this out.
This baby, you zoom
it all the way in,
count the pores
on the guys nose.
- [Hanson] You're
an eavesdropper.
- Yes, but I'm a
well-trained eavesdropper.
Besides, they call
it intelligence.
- Wait, I think
Mario just foofied.
- Yeah, he does
that all the time.
Come here, check it out.
The place is the
biggest insurance fraud
in the city.
Every one of these guys
could play linebacker
for the Chicago Bears.
We're going to nail
these guys, me and Fitz.
- Fitz?
- Yeah, my new partner,
Officer Fitzgerald.
- You've got a nickname for
your new partner already?
- Well, yeah, you know,
you spend a lot of time
with the guy.
Everybody's got a nickname
for their partner,
uh Tom.
Well, you know what I mean.
(sighs)
- Yeah, I got a nickname
for my new partner.
- Yeah, I heard about that.
- Where did you hear that from?
- Intelligence, remember?
I got access to things
you wouldn't even believe.
- You wouldn't want
to check this guy out
for me, would ya?
- I'm not really
supposed to do that.
- Yeah, I know, but...
- Okay, I'll get you
a good deal, okay.
(laughs)
(sighs)
How's everybody?
- Good, good, everybody's good.
Captain Fuller's got
us re-prioritized.
- Good, great, that's great.
(melancholic music)
- When are you coming back?
(laughs)
- I don't know.
I mean, my new Captain,
he thinks I'm a real ace,
you know, and this is a
pretty good gig for me.
It's a real adult job.
- You growing up on me?
- Maybe.
Nah.
- Nah.
- Hey, that's a good tune.
- You know you're
supposed to check in
with Jump Street
every morning, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
I overslept.
- Get up.
- What's your problem?
- Tell the Principal
to call the police.
And bring the nurse right away.
All right, everyone out please.
All right, out of my way.
Out of my way.
(intense music)
- The poor girl is in shock.
Just a moment.
(reporters shouting)
- One at a time.
I will answer your
questions, one at a time.
Now she has not
spoken to anyone yet.
She's with my personal
physician right now.
- Can you believe this gasbag?
- This lady's destined to
give n*gg*r*s a bad name.
- Say homegirl.
(laughs)
Why ain't you home
watching Cosby?
- That's right.
- Was it r*pe?
Well, I don't see how
you can call it anything
but a r*pe.
Wouldn't you agree,
Captain Fuller?
The Captain has been
sent here to give us
the benefit of his expertise
on racial v*olence.
Captain, is there a
connection between this
and the incident with the
Lincoln High basketball team?
- Look, I can't speculate
on that until I've
had the opportunity to
speak with Ms. Edwards.
- I'm sorry.
She's not seeing
anybody and I certainly
will not have her subjected
to police harassment.
- Fine, councilwoman,
when there are charges
to be filed, perhaps
you'll have somebody
contact the police department.
- Captain.
Maybe you would like
to let the public know
what's going on in our schools.
- I have no comment
at this time.
- Well, when would be
a good time, Captain?
After the next r*pe or
perhaps the one after that.
- Councilwoman Travers, if
you were not undermining
an official police
inquiry, perhaps we might
determine the nature of
this att*ck and launch
a thorough investigation,
but all I see here
is a photo opportunity
to which my response
is an unequivocal, no comment.
- Oh, no comment.
No comment...
- This is getting good.
- Gentlemen, shall we?
- Give me a jelly donut.
That is the extra
hundred officers
that city council wouldn't hire.
- Huh, more excuses
for us, Captain.
When do we say enough?
- Enough, baby.
(laughing)
(yelping)
- Greenwell wants a detailed
update from us, guys, today.
- Captain, I want
in on this case.
- Oh come on Hoffs, I
figured you would be the last
person to jump on
this racial bandwagon.
- This is not just
a racial issue.
That was a brutal r*pe
of a year old girl.
- We don't know
if it was a r*pe.
- That's right, Judy.
I think the media's
just going a little
wacko on this thing.
- And what do you know
about r*pe, Grieco?
You probably think she
enjoyed the whole thing.
- [Captain] Enough!
It doesn't matter anyway.
Since Travers turned
it into a media event,
Greenwell's major crimes
unit is taking over the case.
Now Hoffs, would you excuse us?
- Captain, we've
got the right guys.
- We don't have squat.
- We're inches away,
don't pull us out.
- I've got no choice.
The as*ault case is Greenwell's.
You two guys are still
on the tire sh**ting.
- Do we get access
to Greenwell's files?
- Nope, but they've got ours.
- Well, let's go chase
your angry lynch mob.
- Put a sock in it, Booker.
- Oh, before I forget, I
got pelted with a jelly
donut yesterday.
You two wouldn't know
anything about that,
would you?
- Hey, Jude.
Listen, I didn't
mean to come off like
an insensitive jerk.
I was just trying
to keep this whole
thing in perspective.
- That's all right, I
just, kind of get upset
by it.
- We'll catch those
creeps, all right?
- Okay.
- I'll see ya later.
Ready for school, cool?
- You buy that garbage?
- Yeah I buy an apology, yeah.
- Let me ask you a
question, Booker.
Are you in this program
because you didn't
get to throw enough
spitballs in high school?
Because I'm sure I can
get this job done myself.
- What are you complaining
about, Tommy, huh?
I'm doing all the work.
- You're doing all the work?
- Hey, you think you
found the unamerican
n*zi party, do
something about it.
- I will do something about it.
- Good.
- And you keep them moving
out of my way, Hanson.
So I can do some
real police work.
- Oh, yeah, like what?
You going to find some
new kids to b*at up on?
- Ah, that's real cute,
Hanson, real cute.
Let me tell you something.
You're missing what's
going on here by about
a million miles.
But if you're sitting
right in the middle of it,
you're not enough
cop to figure out.
- Why don't you put it
in gear because you're
starting to bore me.
- You know, Hanson, those
fun boys may be jerks,
but at least they know
how to have a good time.
(engine revs)
(tires squeal)
- Hey, that was great
last night, guys.
I never knew donuts
were so aerodynamic.
- Donuts, look, I
need something more.
- You like it dangerous?
- Yes.
- Didn't you guys see
the news last night?
The whole thing was on.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Dennis, you should've
seen the look
on that cops face when you
nailed him with the donut.
- You're kidding me,
they showed that?
- Oh, the whole thing was great.
- That was great.
Look, I need something
a little hairier.
- Like what?
- Sex, v*olence, hairier.
- I know how to
really scare the crap
out of those n*gg*r*s.
You guys want to meet later?
Okay, we'll take two cars.
Dennis, you and Tommy meet
us in front of the shower
sluts house at exactly midnight.
Pull up with your lights
out and park one house down.
(upbeat rock music)
- [Booker] You think we should
have Fuller meet us with
some backup?
- [Hanson] Why don't we wait
and see what we got first?
- Well, I've been
studying up on this case
and I don't mean to
drill you, all right?
But I think we're missing
a couple suspects.
- Like who?
- You know about her
mothers boyfriend?
- Yeah, he's a younger
guy, he's a little wild.
- A little wild, he's been
known to slap a girl around.
- Yeah.
- What' I'm saying is,
I think mama's boy here,
had a thing for Tracey.
I don't think any of our
pals have the stomach
to burn cigarette holes
in a girls buttocks.
- I didn't read anything
about any cigarette burns.
- Cigarette burns,
bruises, whatever.
I'm just saying, I think
we're after the wrong bunch.
I think we should be
looking at the boyfriend.
- Maybe you're eight.
Hey.
- Well now, there, then.
- You get that stuff for me?
- Yeah, yeah I did.
You know, Booker went
to the academy the same
year you did.
He bounced around a
couple of divisions.
Some minor
disciplinary problems.
- Yeah, he's got some
problems all right.
I think he r*ped Tracey Edwards.
(laughs)
- Geez, you're way off base.
- This guys a nutball.
- Maybe he's just
real good at his job.
- Nobody's that
good at their job.
- Okay, maybe he's a bigot.
You think he's the
only one on the force?
- He's a bigot with a
thing for black girls.
He was hittin' on Judy.
- Well, you got him there.
So you proved he
was a heterosexual.
Judy's a beautiful woman.
Everybody always hits on her.
- This afternoon he was
trying to steer the case
towards the mothers boyfriend.
- Well everybody blames
the wicked stepfather
one time or another.
- Did you check into it?
- Greenwell talked
to the guy first.
He's got a dozen witnesses
to verify his alibi.
He's clean.
- I thought so.
- Well so what do you
got, you got nothing.
- Yeah well, today he
let something slip.
He knew it, I knew it.
He tried to blow it off.
- Oh yeah.
What?
Somebody b*rned Tracey
with cigarettes.
It wasn't in our reports.
It wasn't released to the press.
We didn't get to
do an examination.
How come you don't got
an answer for that one?
- I do.
- Well?
(sighs)
- Just leave it alone.
- What do you mean,
leave it alone/
He r*ped her.
- He didn't r*pe her.
You're on the wrong track.
- What's going on, Penhall.
Talk to me.
- Greenwell's people knew
about the cigarette burns.
They just withheld that
information from the press.
- So, Booker's not on
Greenwell's force is he?
- Nope.
- So then that just
proves my point.
Doug, talk to me.
- Booker's Internal Affairs.
IAD, man, and they have
access to everybody's files.
He was sent in to
investigate Jump Street.
- Why?
- City Hall wants to make
sure you're not entrapping
any other kids so they
sent him in to sniff
you out.
- Why didn't you tell me this?
- Classified information.
If intelligence finds
out I told you, I'm gone.
I'm sorry.
- Nice job.
- Hey, Hanson.
You be careful with this guy.
(upbeat rock music)
- Come on.
- Gas it up.
Get the end,
so it will burn good.
- Come on.
- That's good.
- Hurry up.
Let's move.
- Blaze it up.
- Hurry up.
- Here, you hate
n*gg*r*s more than I do.
- Hurry up, Hamburger.
Come on, light it.
Do it.
Hamburger, light it.
Do it!
Light it, man.
Let's go.
(camera shutter clicks)
(camera shutter clicks)
(camera shutter clicks)
(camera shutter clicks)
- What do you think
happened to Tommy?
- I guess they didn't catch him.
- They will.
- Listen up.
They're probably going
to separate us, so let's
get our story straight.
(cell door unlocking)
- Hey, Hamburger, we
thought you got away.
- I'm a cop, goober.
Sit down.
You can wait outside, Gumby.
- You're a narc?
- Yeah and you're the
stupidest bunch of slobs
I ever busted.
(laughing)
- You can't do a thing.
We're minors.
- Felony battery,
criminal mischief,
sexual as*ault, carrying
a concealed w*apon,
conspiracy to
violate civil rights.
You'll be tried as adults.
- He's bluffing.
- What?
- Four of us and one of
you, right now, narco.
- Did God give you a get
out of jail free card?
People don't like to send
their kids to high school
with rapists who burn crosses.
Now do you think you're
exempt from certain laws
because you like yourself?
You're going to jail.
- Let go of me.
- Okay.
Okay.
(knocking)
Would you take him
to interrogation?
And take him.
And the genius with
the concealed handgun.
That ought to get you an
extra three to five, Jimbo.
Marty.
I know you guys didn't
have time to get your
stories together because
we were outside listening.
- I want to call my father.
- Oh, we already did that.
- Well you can shove it because
I'm not saying anything.
- Marty, let me explain
to you the way this works.
When teenagers are
separated, they always put
the finger on the guy
they're least afraid of.
That guy usually takes
the fall and the others
get off easy.
- Well, what do you want
me to say, you b*rned
the damn cross with us.
- This is not about
cross burning.
- Okay, we sh*t out
the tires, lock me up.
- Let's talk about
Tracey Edwards.
- Tracey.
What?
No!
No, you guys are crazy.
- I want to talk
about Tracey Edwards.
- You're nuts.
I didn't have anything
to do with it.
If you want to go after
someone, go after Dennis.
He has a thing for black girls.
I saw him follow
Tracey to the showers.
I just don't trust that guy.
(slow dramatic music)
- They didn't r*pe her.
(upbeat music)
(suspenseful music)
- [Burns] Yeah,
I know that punk.
- Did you see him
around school that day.
- I see him around the
side of the building
after school.
Look, I don't know
what everybody's making
all the fuss about.
I seen him and that colored
girl gettin' all hot
and heavy in the bushes.
The way I see it, she
was asking for it.
- You saw him kiss
Tracey Edwards.
(scoffs)
- Hell, I don't know
the little whore's name.
- Thank you, Mr. Burns.
- Where's your partner?
- He doesn't get back
until five, why what's up?
- I got him.
- Got who?
- The guy that r*ped
Tracey Edwards.
- Who is it?
- Booker.
- Man, we went through
all that yesterday.
- No, not all of it.
Booker's car was in the
school parking lot all night.
- Yeah, and how
do you know that?
- I stole the report
from his house.
- You broke into his place?
What, are you crazy?
- It doesn't matter.
He was there.
I can prove it.
- You got witnesses?
- I got a bunch of
witnesses who saw
his car in the parking
lot and I got a witness
who says he saw him in the
bushes with Tracey Edwards.
He was there.
- You do got him.
Man, a cop gets caught
committing something
like this.
It's bad for everyone.
You know, you're not
going to be no hero
dragging one of your own down.
- I know.
- Better go tell Fuller.
- Unfortunately, the
girl's still not talking.
So Greenwell has requested
our help in working
the high school.
Now what's...
You're late.
- Sorry.
- You got something to say?
- I've been doing a lot
of thinking the last few
hours and, I know this is
going to sound personal,
but it isn't.
I found this file on
Tracey Edward's in Booker's
apartment this morning.
- What were you doing
in Booker's apartment
this morning?
- I broke in.
- Hanson, are you
out of your mind?
- Take a peek.
- This is from
Greenwell's private file.
How did you come by this?
- He's Internal Affairs.
- You want to start explaining?
- Hanson's doing
such a bang up job.
- He's trying to get
us for entrapping kids.
- You find anything good?
- Breaking and entering.
Illegal search and seizure
of a fellow officer.
- You want to tell
everybody where you were
the night Tracey
Edwards was r*ped?
- I was busy.
- I guess you were.
(scoffs)
See, I saw you hassling
her after school.
And your car was in
the school parking lot
all night.
The janitor says he
saw you in the bushes
with a black girl.
He r*ped her.
- No, he didn't.
I picked Dennis up after school.
He was with me all night.
Hanson, you better
talk to Dennis.
He can have your badge
for what you did.
- I've got nothing to say.
- Well, look, he's
really a good guy.
I'm sure if you just
talk to him, he'll forget
all about it.
- When did you start
hanging out with the clan?
- Hanson, you know it's
possible you don't know
the first thing about, Booker.
Or did you forget you
were sent undercover
to play r*cist, to pretend.
- Booker's not faking it.
It's real.
- Well, it sounds
to me like you're
a little jealous of him.
- You've got to be kidding.
- Well, come on, you've
had it out for him
since the first day.
- That's because I've
seen this guy in action.
And if I were you,
I would think twice
about rolling around in
the bushes with him again.
- I don't roll around in
the bushes with anyone.
I picked Dennis up after
school and what happened
after that is really
none of your business.
- Booker was sent
here to check us out.
Obviously he's already
checked you out.
- You're wrong.
We caught a movie.
We talked all night.
Nothing happened.
- Are you sure he wasn't
punching the time clock?
- Look, it's not as if
I have to explain any
of this to you.
- Okay.
(sighs)
(knocking at door)
What are you doing here?
- I'm going to wind
up asking myself that.
- Well, come on in.
Feel free to twist the Kn*fe.
- I didn't come here to
gloat and I didn't come here
to tell you what a swell
cop I think you are.
You burnt me, Hanson.
I don't forget that crap.
- Well, forgive me.
I should have recognized
what a model citizen
you are.
What do you want?
- I want to find out
who r*ped Tracey Edwards
and you're the only
one who knows about it
as much as I do.
- You're too kind.
- Oh, believe me,
it's not a compliment.
I think you're a screw-up.
You let personal feelings
and your own racism cloud
your thinking.
- My own racism?
That's rich coming from you.
- Hey, I'm glad I'm white.
I make no bones about it.
- You're very centered.
- You should take
a lesson from it.
You went after those
kids because you wanted
to catch some big, bad
r*cist and when you
couldn't nail them you
went after the next
most likely bigot, me.
You wanted to catch
yourself a r*cist so bad,
you couldn't see anything else.
That's racism, my friend.
- You're a sociopath, my friend.
- Oh come on, Mr.
Liberal, admit it.
You're glad to be white.
You're just afraid to say it.
You wake up in the morning
check yourself out.
Just a pretty white
boy with the world
in his hip pocket.
The system works for you, Tommy.
Be glad it does.
I am.
- Yeah, you've got
the system licked.
You buddy up to your
brother officers, you get
a little dirt and you
Kn*fe them in the back.
- It's the same thing you
do with high school kids.
- No it's not.
I don't break the rules
to set somebody up.
You burnt everybody and
you have the perfect
excuse for it, you're
Internal Affairs.
You act like a dumb redneck
and that's okay, too.
Because you admit you're
glad you're white.
You're a piece of work, Book.
- I wasn't after them.
I was after you.
- It's the same thing.
- I'm not going to
bust you for breaking
into my apartment.
- Maybe you should.
- You want to help me
with this thing or not?
- No, I don't want to help you.
I want to help Tracey Edwards.
Let's go.
(menacing music)
When you slipped and told
me about the cigarette
burns, that's when I
thought you did it.
What were you bothering
Tracey about after school?
- [Booker] I was apologizing
to her for the scene
in the cafeteria.
Listen, I'm really sorry.
I really am.
Okay?
- It's the only other
time we saw her.
She was okay then.
- [Booker] Hey, baby.
Any in-flight service
on that cruiser?
Then she came back.
- [Hanson] That's when she
blew up at you and Marty, huh?
- [Booker] No, she was already
mad when she came back.
- [Hanson] She was?
- [Booker] Yeah, I saw
her yelling at somebody
at another table.
- [Hanson] Who?
- [Booker] I couldn't
see, you know.
She was behind some people.
- I think we better
find out who Tracey
was fighting with.
- It could have been
anyone, I mean, she could
have been arguing
with cheerleaders.
- There's only person
who's going to tell
us what happened.
- Don't you bother us.
I'll call councilwoman
Travers and she'll
have your badges.
- Look, until the truth
comes out, your daughter's
going to stay a victim.
- Mrs. Edwards, the
police are at the end
of the rope, now, if
we don't find some good
answers, they're going
to subpoena Tracey.
That's just going to
make things worse.
- Please, let us help her.
- Only one of you.
I'm not letting you
g*ng up on my daughter.
- Tracey.
Hi.
I don't know if you
remember me from school.
But, I'm really a cop.
A lot of us would really
like to catch the people
who hurt you.
But, you're not talking.
It makes it kind of difficult.
We're trying.
Trying real hard, but, so
far nothings panned out.
I think I made an
idiot of myself.
Trying to figure
out who did this.
First I tried to pin it
on Marty's g*ng because,
because I thought
they were r*cist.
Then I tried to pin
it on my partner
because I thought
he was a r*cist.
(sighs)
Well, it turns out, I
really don't know what
a r*cist is.
Hey.
I don't know where else to look.
I'm inside out here.
Please help me.
- Leave me alone and
let this thing go away.
- It's not going
to go away until
the truth comes out.
- Leave me alone.
- I wish I could.
The police will subpoena you.
And they'll treat you like
the criminal to make you talk.
Then what's going
to happen, Tracey?
- They'd do that to me?
- Mm-Hmm.
Tracey,
did anybody r*pe you?
- Who were you fighting
with in the cafeteria?
- Some girls I know.
- [Hanson] Why?
- Because I slept with
one of their boyfriends.
- I better not see you
talk to Michael again.
- Tell me what happened, Tracey.
- They hurt me.
First, Jackie put
some gum in my hair.
And then when I hit
her, they jumped on me.
(screaming)
And they kept hitting
me and hitting me.
And then they cut my hair.
I don't know what
happened, they went crazy.
(crying)
It was horrible.
- Why didn't you
just tell somebody?
- I didn't know what to do.
I stayed there all
night trying to make
it go away.
Then they found me.
Please, God, tell me what to do.
I don't want you to arrest them.
I just want to make it go away.
Please.
- [Booker] You like being a cop?
- [Hanson] I used to.
- [Booker] Before I
stepped into your life?
- [Hanson] Mm-hmm.
- [Booker] You hear
Internal Affairs lent
me out to Jump Street?
- [Hanson] I heard.
- [Booker] I guess
it's because I've got
a young face.
- [Hanson] Yeah.
- [Booker] I know Fuller
said he's going to try
not to partner us up
again, but I think we did
a great job and I'm
going to ask him to put
us on another case together.
- [Hanson] I wouldn't.
(laughs)
- [Booker] I'm just
kidding, Hamburger.
You know it's no bed of
roses working with you?
- [Hanson] Thanks.
Why'd you bring me here?
- [Booker] I like
giving you a jolt.
You want another drink?
- [Hanson] Who's driving?
- [Booker] We'll take a cab.
- I've got a question
for you, Booker.
- Fire away, chief.
- Do you act like a
creep because you really
are a creep or it's just
fun to act like one?
- [Booker] Let me answer that
with a great joke right now.
A polock, a Jew, and a Puerto
Rican are on a cruise ship.
The ship hits an ice
berg and is going down.
There's only one space
left on the life boat.
(upbeat music)
(electronic jingle)
03x01 - Fun with Animals
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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.
Series focuses on a squad of youthful-looking undercover police officers investigating crimes in high schools, colleges, and other teenage venues.