(cop show music)
- [Radio] Car 67, come in car 67.
- This is car 67, - This is car 67,
- we're code five, - code five,
- nothing to report. - we've got nothing to report.
(muffled gunshots, screams)
(80's cop movie music)
- How was the party?
- It's dead.
They ran out of punch, so I gave them some shots.
(both laughing)
- You get them all? - No.
But Theresa Two did.
(both laughing)
(dramatic music, gunshots)
(guitar riff)
Well I guess I didn't get them all.
- Yeah, certainly seems like it.
- Well that's why you're here to cross the T's,
and dot the-- (gunshots)
And dot the I's.
(laughing)
- You done?
- Done with what?
- I mean, one guy, that's understandable.
But two guys, come on?
(gunshots)
Three guys, come on Chance!
- There was a lot of guys in there, give me a break.
- Maybe if you took two seconds to double check your work,
I wouldn't have to always clean up your mess.
- Oh well maybe if you did something
instead of sit in the car and hide like a coward,
I wouldn't have to. (gunshot)
- I was calling for backup.
God forbid we follow procedure, just once.
- Procedure, is like rules, and Chance Blackstreet
doesn't follow the rules, man.
- I know Chance, everyone knows.
But I don't even think you're trying to be a rebel.
I think you're just too dumb to know what the rules are.
(gunshot, groan)
You're too dumb to even kill all the bad guys!
Look at all the bad guys you're making me kill!
- Okay, now you're just being hurtful Moses,
you're starting to hurt my feelings.
- You hurt my feelings first when you didn't ask me
to storm into the crack house, you selfish fuck.
You always just run into the building,
never once do you look back at your fucking partner,
you piece of dog shit!
(gunshots)
- Moses, calm down okay, I mean you're getting
a little loopy, you just shot a lot of guys--
- Maybe I just want the chance to die in the line of duty.
Just once.
- You've never said that before man.
- I'm tired of my kids walking up to me
and asking, "Hey dad, what did Chance do today?
Did he kill anyone?"
Do you know how much more they would respect me,
if I was laid up at a hospital with a bullet in my chest,
and a hole into my bad ass leather coat to match?
- That coat cost like 85 bucks--
- It's not about the fucking coat, Chance.
- Listen, you're a great cop Moses, okay?
And if those kids don't respect ya, it's stupid.
They don't respect you, fuck those kids.
- Hey those are my kids man.
- And they're great kids.
I'm just telling ya, I respect you.
(gunshots, screaming)
Dude, listen.
You're my partner man, and I know I take you
for granted sometimes, but that's only
because deep down inside, I know you'll always have my back.
- I love you, Chance.
- I can't say the same thing to you Moses because,
everyone I've ever loved has died.
- That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
- That's okay, you know what?
Next time, I'm gonna let you run into the drug den
all by yourself, okay?
Come on, there ya go, there ya go.
There ya "go."
There ya "go," let your feelings "run" free.
Just know Moses when you ever "hit the bricks" of life,
just keep on "walking" tall.
You gotta "move along" with your life.
You just gotta spread those wings and "fly,"
just let it "go," just let it "go," just "run."
- You're the best cop in the world Chance.
- Oh, yes I am. - I love you so much.
- Papa Blackstreet, yeah there ya go.
No more kisses, just hugs.
As a matter of fact no more hugs, you're kinda sweaty.