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Narrator: He was a hard-boiled cop from the wrong side of the tracks…
Thief: Woah, man! Here’s the money! I give! Just don’t hurt me!
Morrissey: A crack on the head is what you get for not asking!
(Morrissey viciously punches Thief in the face)
Morissey: And a crack on your head is what you get for asking!
(Morrissey slams Thief’s head into wall)
Narrator: He was a rookie who joined the force to avenge the death of his girlfriend…
Commissioner Martinez: Damn it, Rollins! I’m sorry that your girlfriend died, but that’s your own personal war! You start messing up and I’ll take you off the force!
Rollins: My war. You’re one of them. You say that you’re my friend, but you’re one of them.
Commissioner Martinez: Are you saying I’m a crooked cop? I was friends with your father when he was on the force. I was there when you were born! I saw you grow up! I was there when your father died… How could you not consider me a friend?
Rollins: I might not know what a friend is, but I know what you’re not.
(Rollins puts his badge and gun on Commissioner Martinez’ desk.)
Rollins: Cause you’re one of them…
Narrator: Joined together by fate to take down L.A.’s most dangerous drug cartel…
Danny Trejo: Those crazy gringos think they can fuck with El Diablos Loco? Well if they want a fight, let’s give those pinche bastards a fight!
(Scene of Morrissey and Rollins being shot at while in a car chase with cholos.)
(Scene of Morrissey and Rollins fighting ninjas.)
(Scene of Morrissey and Rollins jumping out of an exploding helicopter.)
(Scene of Morrissey thrashing in a mosh pit.)
(Scene of Rollins twirling flowers in the air.)
(Scene of Morrissey and Rollins fighting robot dopplegangers.)
Narrator: It’s up to these two cops to work together, or perish.
Morrissey: I’ve seen you smile, but I’ve never really heard you laugh.
Rollins: I always wear a smile, because anything but a smile would make me have to explain, and they wouldn’t understand anyway… I conceal my feelings, so I won’t have to explain what I can’t explain anyway.
Morrissey: You are your mother’s only son, and you’re a desperate one.
Narrator: With Jack Grisham of T.S.O.L. as Jack Grisham, the pimp.
Prostitute: You love me, right Papa Jack?
Grisham: Superficial love, only for a fuck.
Narrator: And Robert Smith of the Cure as Robert Smith, the journalist.
Editor-In-Chief: Listen Smith, you need to stop writing these articles, I’m getting a lot of heat from the LAPD and I don’t want to ruffle any feathers over there.
Smith: The day I stop is the day you change.
Morrissey: There’s something against us, it’s not time.
(Morrissey shoots drug dealer in the head.)
Rollins: I’ve only got time for a few, and not you.
(Rollins shoots Michael Ironside in the chest with a shotgun.)
Narrator: They understand fighting a war they can’t win.
Commissioner Martinez: So you take down El Diablos Loco, then what? Will it erase everything that happened that night? What difference does it make if the LAPD gets a cut from El Diablos Loco?
(Morrissey stares into the Los Angeles sunset.)
Morrissey: What difference does it make? It makes none.
Narrator: But will nature make a man out of them yet?
Therapist: Since your wife has died, what feelings have you been dealing with?
(Rollins looks at a picture of him and his pregnant wife.)
Rollins: Depression’s got a hold of me. Depression’s gonna kill me.
Narrator: This Summer…
(Scene of Morrissey and Rollins jumping off an exploding boat)
Narrator: ‘HOW SOON IS MY WAR?’
And when I’m lying in my bed
I think about life and I think about death
And neither one particularly appeals to me