quite a surprise.
What brings you down from the palace?
You let me down, Mike.
You're making me look bad.
I thought we had an understanding.
I put my ass on the line to get you here,
and all I expect is a little cooperation!
You were told this was a federal matter.
Yet you disobeyed an order
to stay out of the building.
Don't let this get out, Phil,
but it's a fucking war down here.
Soldiers take orders. Don't push it!
I'll push it as far as I can, Phil,
cos we're fighting for our lives here,
while you're downtown
pushing pencils and kissing ass!
I don't roll over for anybody,
especially the feds,
without a goddamn good explanation!
Take this equipment up to the third floor.
Come on, let's move!
- Let's go.
- Excuse me, sir!
What the hell is going on here, Heinemann?
Insubordination. Disregard for direct orders
from a supervising officer.
Now get back to your cage at Alvarado.
- I'll show you insubordination, you son of...
- No!
Where you running to? Come here!
You don't need this, Mike.
It's not worth it.
Relax.
Oh, fuck!
I have an update for you.
In a shootout, five members
of one Colombian drug gang
were ambushed by their bloody rivals,
the Jamaican Voodoo Posse,
who escaped without a trace -
again making total fools of...
- A detective is here to see you.
- Back there.
Listen, lady, you got a backed-up toilet.
Call a plumber, not the cops.
- This licence has expired.
- Bullshit! I paid that fee six months ago.
- I'll kick your ass!
- Sit down! Right now!
- Move! Get your ass movin'!
- Just calm the fuck down!
What you lookin' at?
And all you got to do
is tee it high and let it fly.
Dead solid perfect.
Now, remember, for distance
you gotta gently but firmly grip the club.
Lieutenant Harrigan!
Detective Lambert, Rampart Division.
Hey, kid, just have a seat.
I'll be right with you.
- Hey, Cap.
- Don't start, Mike.
Heinemann's already been up my ass so far
I won't be able to sit down for a week.
We're not winning this war.
As much as it'll piss you off,
you'll have to play the game.
"Effective immediately, a federal task force
under Special Agent Peter Keyes
will investigate criminal activities involving
the trafficking of controlled substances. "
And you will extend him
your full cooperation.
So you're cutting off my dick
and shoving it up my ass.
The feds are calling the shots on this.
My hands are tied!
- Yeah?
- Captain Pilgrim, Peter Keyes.
- It's good to meet you.
- And you, sir.
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan.
Special Agent Peter Keyes, DEA.
Heard a lot about you.
I'm sorry for this jurisdictional intrusion.
Don't mean to be stepping on your toes.
But we want to prevent King Willie's voodoo
gangs from taking over the entire West Coast.
I wish I could tell you more.
But we have a large number
of deep-cover operatives involved.
You know how it is. We all have a job to do.
Now, I'm sure we can respect
each other's situation and act responsibly.
Well,
cooperation
is my middle name.
I'll see you around.
- I'm the new transfer, Jerry Lambert.
- Like I said, have a seat. I'll be right with you.
- Who is this dude?
- Yeah, what an asshole.
All right, Danny boy, what we got?
What have we got? Five lowlife Scorpions
make it into the building.
The next minute they're all shish kebab.
Not one bullet wound.
It wasn't drugs or money.
There's a shitload of that.
Maybe King Willie brought in some
outside talent. He's making his big move.
A pro would have split
the moment he heard us.
More than one, we would have seen them.
Whoever did this
waited until the last minute,
and then took out four men
armed with machine guns by hand!
And then got by us.
Maybe we should give him a job.
Let's put him on the payroll.
So me and my partner bolt up the stairs,
somebody is screaming bloody murder...
- You gotta hear this.
- What?!
Hey, I forgot to tell you.
See that guy