(upbeat music)
- No!
Raymond, look man.
I'm not there anymore.
I'm here and I'm busy.
Here's here, man.
Hastings.
No cops, hassle
free environment.
What else--
Look man, you want to
let me get off the phone
and do some business?
Thank you.
Find another phone.
You guys must be awfully
hungry to follow me
all the way down here.
- Well actually, we thought
instead of burning up
gas every weekend
looking for you,
we might try to--
- Forget it.
I don't do big things
with small people.
- You know, you got the
wrong attitude, man.
'Cause we've got a lot of
people who like your stuff.
- Who don't really like you.
You see how this works?
We make money.
You make money.
- Who's this?
- He's no one.
- Listen no one, if I
sell out this early on a
Thursday night, I lose ground
to every dealer in Hastings.
Now what are you saying?
That you can make
it worth my while?
All right.
But only one of you
can come with me.
Nothing personal.
But go away.
(honks horn)
Give me a minute.
What can I do for you guys?
(soft music)
- Did he bite?
- Yeah, but
he only wants to chew on Tommy.
- All right, get in.
- Let's do this.
(upbeat music)
(yells)
- Not these guys, let's go.
(upbeat music)
All right, all right,
enough already.
Okay, okay.
Hey, easy boy scout.
- No dope tonight, mutants.
You guys are out of business.
- The hell is this, man?
- You can't throw
us around like this.
- You deal dope on our streets,
I do what I can to stop you.
You're being held in
peaceful restraint
until the police arrive.
I'm placing you under
citizen's arrest.
All right, all right,
nobody wants any pain here.
Take a pill.
- Terrific.
- Now what?
- We bail Hanson and
protect his cover.
Thanks a lot for nothing, guys.
(soft music)
? We never thought of finding
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
? Woo, I said jump
? Down on Jump Street
? 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 is what you need
? You better be ready to
? Be ready to
? Jump, Jump Street
- Hey.
You didn't have to wait for me.
- Just wanted to make sure
you got out all right.
- Oh.
My brother came
and bailed me out,
but he left kind
of ticked because
him and his girlfriend
were trying to sleep.
- Come on.
Think you can move
that much for me, huh?
- Well, I don't know
until I try, right?
- Right.
You know, personally, I
think you're full of it.
But all right.
I'll give you a try.
- What about these Rangers?
- It's very simple
about the Rangers.
You know, I got
something I got to do.
And they're keeping
me from doing it.
And if they do it
again, I'll k*ll them.
- All of them?
- Just one, man.
Steve Munez.
Bury him, and they're all gone.
Part of doing business, man.
- [Captain] You
think he means it?
- I don't know.
I mean, I think he might.
- Where do those pain in
the asses come from, anyway?
I thought they
were all back east.
- Yeah, guarding dessert
carts on Restaurant Road.
- Yeah well, Hastings lost
their precinct to budget cuts.
So they were melted in
with another precinct
about blocks away.
But, that's a hard community.
And those are long blocks.
So the Rangers were invited
in by the Chamber of Commerce.
Merchants even donated
storefront space for them
to headquarter in.
- You know, they have shown
to be an effective deterrent
to crime in areas
where they patrol.
- What are you, their publicist?
- And they teach CPR.
They offer escort
service to the elderly.
Paint on graffiti.
- Provide headlines
for the New York Post.
- Harry, these guys make
a mockery of what we
spent our whole lives
learning to do right.
- Look, guys.
All I'm saying is,
anybody who's trying to
do something to
help other people,
ought to be given
some kind of credit.
- Yeah, well.
There are a lot of people
who'd agree with y'all.
And there are a lot of citizens
in Hastings who wouldn't.
Hanson, stay on Campos.
I don't want you
to burn your cover.
But if you think he's going
to do anything, stop him.
And since we know
it's a possibility,
Hoffs, I want you and
Ioki to keep an eye
on the Rangers.
(grunts)
- You all right?
- You forgot to mention
fractures in your flier.
- Hey, go easy on me, harper.
I can't very well send
you out there unprepared,
now can I?
You want me to take you
through it again slowly?
- No, it's okay.
I'll pass.
- Okay.
How about you?
- Me?
- Yeah.
(crowd murmurs)
(grunting)
(crowd cheers)
- You mean, something like that?
- Yeah.
Taekwondo, right?
Second degree?
- No, only first.
Then I broke a finger.
Since school started back up.
(chuckles)
- Good.
You can help me
with the new guys.
All right.
Let's go.
We've got patrol tonight.
How many cars we
have tonight, huh?
- We've got two.
- Two?
Terrific.
- I can drive.
- Raffi, my little brother.
You've finally recruited
someone with a car.
(crowd laughs)
How many can you hold?
- .
- That's the right number.
All right, let's move, Rangers.
(crowd cheers)
These guys, dealers and buyers.
They move in.
Sell a little or a
lot, doesn't matter.
Takes the neighborhood
away from the people.
So pretty soon,
you got graffiti.
Dopers hanging out.
Cars driving by all night.
sh**t.
People afraid to come
out of their own homes.
That's bull.
- [Man] Hey, buddy!
- Get a job.
- How are we supposed to
protect ourselves out here?
- Your eyes, man.
Your hands.
Believe me, attitude
is your best w*apon.
And if you carry a
w*apon on patrol,
you're out.
Is that clear?
That's not what we're about.
- Yeah well, what do you do
if they start sh**ting at us?
- The goofs that do the sh**ting
don't know what
they're doing anyway,
so they miss by a mile.
And they never get more
than one sh*t off before
three or four of us are on him.
Blam!
(crowd cheers)
- So why not just be a cop?
- Oh.
Cop wannabe.
I hear that all the time.
Let me tell you, the last
thing I want to be is a cop.
Between the paperwork
and the courts,
who can be effective?
As it turns out, doing
good is cool, right guys?
(crowd cheers)
- Check this out, eh?
(laughter)
(chatter)
- My homeboys!
(laughs)
My homeboys.
Come on here.
- How you doing?
- Out catching bad guys, man.
Bad guys.
(laughs)
Oh, come on.
(laughs)
Yo, little man.
Don't leave me hanging up
here, come on, come on.
Wait.
My hand is good as
yours, now ain't it?
Come on.
(crowd gasps)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Just going to comb my
homeboy's hair, that's all.
Just going to tighten
up a little here.
- All right, that's enough.
- Get your hands off me, man.
You are the problem here.
- The community--
- I am the community!
Everybody on this
street is the community.
It's y'all are the
outsiders here.
And that is where we want you.
Out.
(crowd murmurs)
- Just talk, guys.
He's buzzed.
All right, can I see
a formation here?
(crowd murmurs)
- Thanks, Mrs. Lee.
- Tell your brother
Steve I said hi.
- You see that?
For every new one
that calls us names,
there's five store owners
who like us hanging around.
- Yeah, well in this
outfit, I feel like I got
a bullseye on my back.
- Oh, you won't feel
that way after you've
been around Steve awhile.
Like he says, a w*apon's
nothing but a false sense
of security.
I believe it.
- Yeah, well you guys
might be able to catch a
b*llet in your
teeth, but I can't.
(ringing alarm)
- Come on, kid's
going to get hurt.
(upbeat music)
(grunting)
(sirens blare)
- All right, come on.
Give me some room here.
What happened?
Come on, we'll handle this.
- That's a joke.
Four times, this guy robbed me.
Four times I point him out.
So when he robs me blind
again, who stops it?
Not cops, no!
My friends.
The Rangers.
(crowd cheers)
- All right, people.
Freak show's over.
Thanks, Munez.
You may have just handed
this guy a free walk.
- You let him out, we'll
be waiting for him.
(crowd murmurs)
- This isn't a good place
to parade your Boy Scouts.
- We do all right.
- All right is not good
enough in this neighborhood.
Maybe you can take
care of yourself,
but what about these kids?
How you going to feel when
you have to tell a parent
that the kid's head was
cracked open by a g*ng banger?
- It's not going to happen.
- Or k*lled.
Are you ready for one
of those conversations?
Three in the morning,
parents hysterical.
They're no fun, man.
Believe me.
All right, Mr. Miller.
You want to file a
complaint against this guy?
- No.
I want to file a
complaint against you.
(crowd laughs)
- Let's go, Rangers.
(crowd murmurs)
- What I remember about
Campos is his aggression.
He's real smart
and everything, but
he's got no patience.
That makes him kind of volatile.
- Volatile?
- So you think he'd do it.
- If he had a good
thing going, yeah.
He'd say it's part
of doing business.
- He said that.
- grand?
I'm sorry, for that
I'm going to have to--
- My signature.
Yeah, don't worry.
He won't lose it.
Will you, Hanson?
- He's also very greedy,
so getting Campos
out of Hastings is good.
- Because he's volatile, right?
- Right.
- If you'll follow me, please.
- What's with him?
- Nothing.
I've got a budget to
put out on Friday.
You mind telling me if
I'm keeping your name
on my payroll?
- I'm really sorry, Captain.
I've been really busy--
- Hey look, it's okay, Doug.
I mean, whatever you want to do.
I just have to know.
If things are
working out for you--
- Well, you know,
they're working.
- Then I'm glad for you, my man.
- I don't know.
I like the work.
- Yeah well, from what I
hear, the work likes you, too.
That's good.
Just,
let me know.
- You're a hungry man.
Tapping an outside
source for this.
- This the dude?
Why ain't you in
school, princess?
- Relax, man.
I've done time with this guy.
- Come on, I got a
place around the corner.
- You guys ready?
- Let's do it.
- Should we call the cops?
- It's almost dinnertime.
You think you can find one?
You up for this?
- Absolutely.
Let's do it.
(soft music)
- Easy, Hanson.
Really easy.
(intense music)
- Man!
- Go, go on!
Steve!
(intense music)
(beeps horn)
- Give me that!
Give me the money.
(intense music)
- Come on.
Come on.
- Let's get some help, Steve.
- He's ours now, little brother.
- Steve.
Steve, no.
(whimpers)
(g*nsh*t)
- Police, who's there?
Identify yourself!
(soft music)
(incoherent mumbling)
- Steve!
Steve!
No!
(soft music)
- Well, Raymond Davies
has an eight year old
as*ault charge, but I've sat
across from enough flakes
to know when I'm wasting time.
We'll question Campos, but
first, we've got to find him.
- How's the Munez kid?
- Scared.
He'll be all right.
- We get anything from him?
- Well, he didn't
actually see the sh**ting.
That doesn't help.
So, we have threats
back and forth.
We have a motive.
But no w*apon.
- And without it, the law works
in favor of Robert Campos.
- Yes, it does.
Did you burn your cover?
- Oh no, it's in great shape.
- Hey, Hanson.
They shouldn't have been there.
They were wrong.
Ease up on yourself.
Our best bet?
Get him on a good,
clean drug charge.
The bigger, the better.
Make a case.
- Make a case?
- Without that g*n, we're never
going to get a conviction.
The system jams up like that,
Robert Campos walks away
from a m*rder charge.
And if we don't deliver the
guy who sh*t their leader.
- Some of you guys have
been through this before.
You've seen a brother
dropped and a guy run free.
You see families
lose their sons.
I handed the police
Raymond Davies,
and even though he has a
previous arrest for as*ault,
they've decided there's
no reason to detain him.
Like his time is of
some great value.
And Robert Compos is still free.
To mug or k*ll again.
If not with a g*n, then
with the dr*gs he peddles.
- Cops aren't going
to do anything, man.
It's up to us.
We've got to do it.
- We've got to find the son
of a bitch who sh*t Steve
and drop him!
- [Man] Right man,
we've got to get him!
- Raffi, man.
He's your brother.
What do you want us to do?
Do you want us to
go to the cops?
- No, no way.
They don't care,
we should do it.
- I only want one thing.
To see that his dying
has some meaning.
To do the right thing.
To keep the neighborhoods,
our neighborhoods.
To keep what has
happened to him from ever
happening again.
(crowd cheers)
So that people can come
back out of their homes,
and so my mother and
my uncle, so all of us,
can put this behind us.
(crowd cheers)
The k*ller of my
brother must be found,
and he must be found
by us, not the police.
(crowd cheers)
(upbeat music)
- All right, listen up.
Raffi, it's yours.
- All right, we'll divide
into groups of two.
The guy who sh*t Steve was
a part of this neighborhood.
The answers we want
are in the streets.
Not in some book on criminology.
(crowd cheers)
Let's find him.
- All right, in two.
(upbeat music)
- Hey, don't you think you
were kind of hard on that guy?
- Maybe he knows something.
- Well, maybe he doesn't.
- Maybe he's lying.
Hey look, if you don't
like what I'm doing,
you're free to go.
- Hey Raffi, you know, it's
all right to be scared.
- Oh, great.
And is it all right
with you if I'm angry?
- Look, Raffi, do you really
think you can get things
out of people by pushing
them around like that?
I mean, I'm sorry, but
I just can't imagine
your brother bullying
answers out of people.
Look, maybe we should try
working with the cops for once.
- Oh no.
No, they did not like Steve.
Sergeant Walker,
none of them guys.
They hate us.
- Raffi--
- They didn't understand
what he was doing, man.
You know, Steve lived
for these colors.
He wasn't looking for headlines.
He meant everything
he did out here.
Everything.
- Raffi--
- He k*lled my brother.
I have to find him.
- Raffi!
(cars screech)
- All right, Munez.
What have you got, a death wish?
- Oh man.
- You want to k*ll
yourself, do us a favor.
Find another street.
- Lighten up, he just
lost his brother.
- And I'm sure his mother
would appreciate the fact
that we're keeping
an eye on him.
I'm sorry to hear about Steve.
But it doesn't give you
the right to harass people.
- We have a lot of
complaints about
your questioning tactics.
- Since when do you
respond to complaints?
- Forget him, Miller.
You're wasting your time.
They have their job to do.
We have ours.
- Just remember where your
job ends and ours begins.
Leave people alone.
- You're late.
Wow, you don't look so good.
- Yeah, you wouldn't
look so good either
if you had g*ons
harassing your customers
for your whereabouts.
- Cops?
- Forget the cops, man.
The Rangers.
The cops cleared Raymond, man.
They don't got a thing.
- So don't be so jumpy, relax.
Hey.
I don't care if you
did this guy or not.
I mean, it's part of
doing business, right?
- Hey man, do I know you?
So what, you buy dope from me.
Big deal.
You know something man, I don't
even want to discuss this--
- Would you relax?
Wow.
Besides, that's not what
I came here to talk about.
- Uh huh, man.
I'm closed until this
thing blows over.
What are you, nuts?
- You didn't eat.
- Keep it.
(soft music)
- [Man] Raffi man, there he is!
- [Raffi] Get him!
(intense music)
- Hey, you guys
can't do this, man.
I didn't sh**t anyone.
(grunting)
(sirens blaring)
- You got the guy that
k*lled your brother.
- There's nothing else
you want to tell us.
- Like what, that I did it?
Look man, in case you
guys didn't notice,
those g*ons almost k*lled me.
You know, they
harassed my friends.
They att*cked me
without provocation.
You know something?
The streets aren't safe
with those guys around.
And it's up to you to stop them,
because you're the law, man.
- Mr. Campos, the police
aren't in the business
of protecting drug dealers.
- Hey, I'm a citizen.
And I was att*cked.
I want police protection.
- Why do you carry
an unregistered g*n?
- I don't.
- They recovered a g*n
during your arrest.
- It wasn't an arrest.
It was a mugging.
And it wasn't my g*n.
Look.
The Rangers just got lucky.
They just happened to
chase me down an alley
where a g*n was tossed.
You don't even know
if it was the g*n.
- It was the same kind of g*n.
. Short.
We'll know later it was
the g*n, Mr. Campos.
- Guys, you're
wasting your time.
You're never going to
find that it was my g*n.
Because it wasn't.
- A lot of people are
afraid to appear in court.
But it's our job to testify.
Do everything we can to
help put these guys away.
And finding the g*n
will make sure he's
put away for good.
- I guess your brother would
be pretty proud of you.
- Well,
I got a mutant off the streets.
Maybe for that.
- Raffi, man.
We've got a problem.
- They're playing
with themselves.
They can't prove the g*n
was mine and they know it.
- Ain't they got prints
and stuff, though?
- Yeah, of them.
You know, these guys
are turning out to be
my greatest asset.
First they b*at me up, then
they screw up the evidence.
- Don't you want to wait
until this thing blows over?
- What are you, nuts?
I got hour police protection.
(chuckles)
Just remember.
Know how to work the system,
the system will work for you.
(chuckles)
- I'm going to
keep that in mind.
(siren blares)
- Police.
You and your pals are
going to have to stop.
- Sergeant, I've got business.
- Look.
You take one more step,
you're in violation
of a court order.
- What court order?
- This one.
You're not to come within
yards of my car,
my person, my home, or
my place of business.
- Don't be a smart ass.
- That's bull, man.
He k*lled Steve Munez and
you're protecting him?
- Yeah well maybe next time,
you'll let us do our job, huh?
- Come on, move.
- You heard the sergeant.
Now, move.
Let's go.
- System, man.
Buy it, use it, swear by it.
- This phone is not for you.
You can't sell dope on my phone.
I want you out.
- That's enough, that's enough.
- He can't do this.
He can't use my phone
to sell his dope.
If you won't stop him, I will.
- Miller, you can't att*ck
people with baseball bats.
- He k*lled someone and
now you're protecting him?
Not me?
- Man, arrest this lunatic.
- We're going to go downtown.
We're going to clear
this whole thing up, huh?
And you, why don't you
just get out of here
for awhile, huh?
- Yeah, yeah.
See you tonight.
- Myers.
Get everyone together.
Everybody's afraid at
one time or another.
And right now, I'm afraid
the dealers are getting
the message that anything
they do is all right.
The police have said
yes to Robert Campos,
and no to our community.
Well, the Street Rangers
are here to tell them
they're wrong.
(crowd cheers)
- But it's not our
job to try people.
- Well, whose job is it?
The courts?
They're too busy filling
out restraining orders.
(crowd laughs)
- The people that
gave us this space
have asked us to
protect the streets.
They are tired of
living in fear.
- Raffi, what you
want is revenge.
- What I want is for
my brother's death
to have some meaning.
- So let's work with
the police to bring
Campos to trial.
(crowd murmurs)
- The message to the
dealers must come from us,
or we've let the
neighborhood down.
- And look weak, right?
Is that what you're afraid of?
- We're not afraid of anything.
We're saying enough.
We want our streets
back and we're going to
sit on the head
of Robert Campos.
- Well then we're just a
bunch of vigilantes Raffi,
and you lied to us.
(crowd murmurs)
- We going to listen to this?
Throw them out.
(crowd cheers)
- I didn't lie to you.
- Is that what we are?
Bullies?
Is that what Steve
worked so hard for?
- [Man] You didn't know Steve.
- [Man] Get them out of here.
(cheering)
(crowd murmurs)
- Now, just settle down.
Why don't you two just leave?
(crowd jeers)
- No.
She's right.
(crowd murmurs)
- [Man] Raffi.
- Cooperation isn't a
sign of weakness, guys.
It's smart.
The job is to get the guy
off the streets, right?
Not who gets credit.
Anyone who doesn't agree with
that can leave right now.
Okay.
All patrols are canceled
until we talk to the police.
(crowd exclaims)
You two are going with me.
Meeting's over.
- Raffi--
- Hey, shut up man.
I know what I'm doing.
You guys go ahead.
I'll catch up to you later.
Don't do anything until
I get there, okay?
Hey, no covers.
Let's go talk to the police.
- Want to make some cash?
- What is it, a trick question?
- Two boneheads
were here earlier.
Had all these crumpled up s.
Must have hit a fast
and ready or something.
Anyway, I'm meeting
them around the corner.
And I'll give you a hundred
dollars to stand here
and answer the phone for me.
- Save your money.
I'll shill these guys for you.
Let me get you a better price.
- I was just going
to suggest that.
(soft music)
- That's a nice hat.
- I told you, boneheads.
(intense music)
- Don't do anything
until Raffi gets there.
- Well?
- Hanson's still not answering.
- And he hasn't checked in.
- What about Walker, Captain?
- What about him?
I don't see any reason
to yank a guy's jacket
for doing an in run
with a vigilant faction.
- Captain, they're
not vigilantes.
- That guy Walker wouldn't
give us the time of day.
- Look, that still
doesn't tell me where
Campos or my other detective is.
- Well, maybe they're
stuck in traffic.
- Well if he is,
it's without his car.
It was towed off the
street in Hastings
after sitting there all night.
- Maybe your non-vigilant
Rangers have some ideas
where they are.
- I just can't believe
Raffi would hurt anybody.
- He is not like that.
- Do you know where he is?
- He's at school.
- He's not in
school, Mrs. Munez.
Where is he?
- We don't know, honest.
Maybe he's at the headquarters.
- Is he in trouble?
- Mrs. Munez, we won't
know until we find him.
- So don't protect him.
If you know where he is.
- This,
this probably means nothing.
I have a small handgun,
and this morning,
I noticed it was missing.
- Guys, I told you.
There's no patrol until after
the restraining situation.
- Where's Raffi?
- I don't know.
- Hey, we think you do.
- You're cops?
- Now, Myers!
- All right.
We grabbed Campos last night.
Raffi just wanted to
scare him and that creep
he's been doing business
with out of Hastings.
- That creep is
an undercover cop.
- And he's planning on scaring
him with his uncle's g*n.
- No way, we don't
carry weapons, man.
- Where are they?
(eerie music)
- Sleep okay?
I'm not exactly sure what a
hundred yards looks like, so,
don't get all nervous if I
step too close, all right?
We got a couple
more people coming.
Then we'll get this
show on the road.
You know,
we figured
we'd had about
enough of you two,
and it was time to
teach you a lesson.
Guys,
meet your jury.
- Judy, go easy on yourself.
- I can't believe I
got played like this
by this kid, Harry.
I mean, he wanted
us there to be seen,
off the streets, by the
cops, while his g*ons
grabbed Hanson.
(phone rings)
- Fuller.
Yeah.
All right, sure.
Run it and let me know.
Forensics says there's
some acid on the g*n.
They think they
pulled up a number.
Maybe we can link it
to Campos after all.
When did Raffi's uncle
say Raffi took his g*n?
- This morning.
- No.
No, what he said was, he
noticed it was missing
this morning.
- We accuse you of selling
dope on the streets,
of profiting from the
vacant minds and spirits
of the kids in our neighborhood,
of robbing them
of their ambition.
We hold you responsible for
the dirt in our streets.
For the traffic that's
in and out of our homes,
our parks, at all hours.
For inviting the destruction
of our buildings.
The graffiti on the walls.
The rent that doesn't get paid.
The kid who takes a
b*llet and is fined
because he wore the wrong
color shirt to school, man.
(crowd cheers)
- You tell them, Raffi.
(crowd jeers)
- What is the going
rate for m*rder, guys?
I'm new at this.
- (in unison) Life.
(crowd mumbles)
- Yeah.
You're out of order, mutant!
My brother d*ed
because of you, man.
Because, look at me!
Because of your greed.
Because you brought
anger to our streets
and put fear into our lives.
What kind of world
do we live in?
My brother gives his life,
protecting the people,
and these two animals
are selling dope
and are protected by the law?
(crowd cheers)
It's up to us to say no.
We have to give some meaning
to the sacrifices Steve made.
The ones my family must
now live with forever.
(crowd mumbles)
And if one of us,
one of us has to
take this all the way
to see that justice is done,
the others will understand
and continue his fight.
(crowd cheers)
- Raffi, man, what
are you doing?
- I'm asking you
guys to understand
the pain I'm feeling now.
It's for my brother.
And if I've lost what it means
to wear these colors,
it's because now,
I want what he wants, and
I cannot give it to him,
and the colors he
lived and d*ed for.
And, you know, it's over, man.
All the lying and k*lling
of innocent people is over.
Right now.
I find you guilty of
the m*rder of our city
and the death of my brother.
- Drop it, Raffi.
- Police!
Move back, move back.
Now, now, move away.
- Put it down.
- Hey, I was just
going to scare him.
- Just scare him?
- Maybe if you cops
had given these guys
something to be afraid
of, my brother might
be alive today.
- You should know about fear.
That's what made you take
your uncle's g*n, isn't it?
Go on, why don't you tell
your brothers here about fear?
(chuckles)
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- We traced it, Raffi.
It was your uncle's
g*n that k*lled Steve.
You were carrying it on patrol.
- You're lying.
- Why did you need a g*n, Raffi?
Were you afraid?
Were you afraid?
- Um...
Steve.
Steve wanted him bad.
More than he's ever
wanted anyone else.
And I knew we didn't
have a chance, but Steve,
he said we had to try, you know?
He was always pushing me.
But I couldn't keep up with him.
I had to sh**t Campos.
He was pointing a g*n at Steve.
And you know what?
I didn't even squeeze
the trigger that hard.
The g*n, it just kind
of exploded in my hand.
I was afraid
it was going to k*ll Steve.
I was afraid.
I was afraid.
(upbeat music)
- Must have been scared
out of your mind.
- No way.
You know to work the
system like I do,
the system can really
work for you, you know?
My only regret is
that I allowed myself
that kind of
aggravation, you know?
I'm usually a much better
judge of character.
- Well, don't b*at yourself.
None of us at school knew
the dink was a nark, either.
- They wonder why I
dropped out of school.
- From now on, I'm
going to be real careful
on who I do business with.
- Hey man, paranoia's
part of the business.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, it all goes back
to what I was saying.
That if you know how
to work the system,
the system will work for you.
- You know, I think
I've heard that before.
Yeah.
I heard it from you, didn't I?
- Yeah, but I heard
it from him first.
- Know how to work the system,
and the system
will work for you.
I like it.
- I said that?
- That's a direct
quote, my friend.
(chuckles)
- How many of you
guys are there?
(soft music)
(upbeat music)
03x02 - Slippin' Into Darkness
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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.