Well...
You try that cowboy shit with me, fucker,
you can kiss these goodbye.
- Got it?
- Yeah, I got it.
Well, well, I see that
the three of you have met.
Lambert, if you're feeling up to it,
why don't you limp your way in
to the lieutenant. He wants to talk to you.
- You're a bad girl.
- I like that.
Goddamn, is that bitch on the rag or what?
This is what I call "the speech", kid.
I only give it once, so pay attention.
Until now, it's all been fun and games,
cops and robbers, dunking doughnuts.
But you're in the shit now.
Metro Command is a war zone.
Lieutenant, I've paid my dues.
I had to bust my ass to get my transfer.
And that scares the shit out of me, kid.
No one requests to come here
unless they want a reputation.
There's no room for anyone looking
to prove themselves. I won't stand for it.
Don't get me wrong. We need good cops,
and they say you're good at what you do.
But the team comes first.
You live by that, and you'll be OK.
And we'll all be there for you.
Remember, the door swings both ways.
That's it.
Hey, kid.
Welcome to the war.
OK, guys. This has gone too far now, huh?
Hey, guys.
I know you're trying to scare me, huh?
Well, you did a pretty good job, man.
I'm scared now.
Stop it now.
I can pay you.
$2 million, man. In cash.
- Right now!
- This is not about money.
This is about power!
There's a new king in the streets.
This is a message he has for your people.
You are history.
Fucking history, goddamn puto.
What the fuck are you doing now, man?
You're crazy!
King Willie says
not only do I have to kill you,
but I have to take your soul.
Voodoo magic.
Fucking voodoo magic, man.
But you know what?
I tell you what I believe.
Shit happens.
Shoot it!
Fucker!
Shit happens.
I'm standing just outside
a penthouse complex in San Pedro...
.. involving as many as 20 people.
It's uncertain who they were.
One report indicates it might be
the feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse.
I go in for my physical and the doctor says
"I need a semen, stool and urine sample. "
I say "Gee, doc, I'm in a big hurry.
Can I just leave my underwear?"
Oh, God.
Word is there may be as many as
50 more dead bodies up there.
Oh, man, it's Pope.
That parasite must live in his car.
I'll handle it. PR's my specialty.
Word is they want your ass off the job.
- Tony!
- Who the hell are you?
Your biggest fan!
Catch your show all the time.
- I got a job to do!
- Your job is to root for garbage elsewhere.
- Been inside?
- Yeah. We were gonna go in with our guys,
but we were told on a radio transmission
nobody goes in under any circumstances.
All units, be advised.
Federal officers will handle investigation.
- We didn't hear that. Let's go.
- You're the boss.
This is Cheryl Tyer reporting live...
Hey, nice flashlight. Mind if I borrow it?
OK.
Damn!
Look familiar?
Fuck.
Oh, God.
Ramon Vega, the crack king.
Biggest operator in East LA.
100 keys a week.
- Why isn't he skinned? And who are they?
- Jamaicans. King Willie's boys.
That makes no sense.
This was a voodoo ritual. I've seen it
before. They took his heart out.
- What for?
- Terror tactics, man.
You know,
to scare the shit out of their enemies.
- King Willie.
- Who the hell is King Willie?
King Willie, voodoo priest of the LA posses.
Ran the terror gangs
for Edward Seaga in Jamaica
till he got too powerful.
The Jamaican chiefs
won't make a move without his approval.
So what the fuck happened?
Shit!
Hey, we got a survivor!
What's she saying?
I don't know. She's not making any sense.
She keeps saying "El diablo vino
por ellos. " The devil came for them.
If it's the Colombians, why'd they leave their
boss hanging and his girl naked on the floor?
- It wasn't the Colombians.
- Our friend from the armoury.
Right.
We got a new player in town.
Come over here, Mike. Check this out.
What is that?
Looks like a spear tip or something.
This is a