End of Watch


 * [first lines]
 * Brian Taylor: [voice over] I’m the police. And I’m here to arrest you. You’ve broken the law. I did not write the law. I may even disagree with the law. But I will enforce it. No matter how you plead, cajole, beg or attempt to stir my sympathies, nothing you do will stop me from placing you in a steel cage with grey bars. If you run away, I will chase you. If you fight me, I will fight back. If you shoot at me, I will shoot back. By law, I am unable to walk away. I’m a consequence. I am the unpaid bill. I am fate with a badge and a gun. Behind my badge is a heart like yours. I bleed. I think. I love. And yes, I can be killed. And although I’m but one man, I have thousands of brothers and sisters who are the same as me. They will lay down their lives for me. And I them. We stand watch together. A thin blue line. Protecting the prey from the predators. The good from the bad. We are the police.
 * [Taylor and Zavala are on patrol chasing a car]
 * Police Radio: Thirteen X-ray nine is in pursuit of a Code vehicle west on two seven.
 * [referring to the car they are chasing]
 * Brian Taylor: Go ahead, motherfucker. Try to run! Trying to run, you son of a bitch!
 * Mike Zavala: Hold on, hold on, hold on!
 * Brian Taylor: Eastbound through the alley at twenty hundred blocks from Hooper.
 * Police Radio: Now eastbound through the alley at twenty hundred blocks from Hooper.
 * Brian Taylor: Oh shit!
 * Mike Zavala: Come around, come around! Come around! Move, move, move! Get the fuck around, dude!
 * Brian Taylor: Pull to the right! Pull to the right!
 * Mike Zavala: Well, he’s not going to pull to the right.
 * Brian Taylor: You stupid motherfucker! Man, he almost lost it! Hit him! Hit him! Hit him!
 * [Zavala drives into back of the car they’re chasing, making it spin]
 * Mike Zavala: Got him!
 * [the car crashes into a corner and stops]
 * [after crashing their car, two men get out and start shooting at Taylor and Zavala, who return fire]
 * Brian Taylor: Fuck you!
 * [Taylor and Zavala shoot the two men down and walk towards them]
 * Brian Taylor: You good?
 * Mike Zavala: Good, good, good! This fucker’s down. I’m gonna hook him.
 * [Zavala handcuffs the two men on the ground]
 * Brian Taylor: You’re all good.
 * [Taylor radio’s in for back up]
 * Brian Taylor: Thirteen x-ray nine, you can show a Code Four.
 * Police Radio: Thirteen x nine is requesting additional supervisors to the four thousand block at Naomi.
 * [to Zavala]
 * Brian Taylor: Walk it off.
 * [as police backup arrives and checks the scene]
 * Male Officer: You good?
 * Brian Taylor: I’m good.
 * [referring to what Taylor and Zavala have done to the car and the two men]
 * Female Officer: Holy shit!
 * [Taylor is in the locker room and talking to the camera he’s set up]
 * Brian Taylor: Alright. This is my day job. Some of you…
 * [a police officer tries walking past Taylor]
 * Brian Taylor: Sorry, bro, I’m recording.
 * [back to the camera]
 * Brian Taylor: This is my day job. Uh…some of you might know me as Brian. Or uh…Taylor. But here I am Police Officer Two Brian Taylor. This is where the forces of good, prepare to fight to forces of evil.
 * [he grabs Zavala, who’s half-dressed]
 * Brian Taylor: This is my partner, Officer Zavala.
 * Mike Zavala: I’m in my chones.
 * Brian Taylor: I know, dude. Come on. Come on.
 * Mike Zavala: I’m in my chones. No, no, no!
 * Brian Taylor: Come on, man!
 * Mike Zavala: I’m good, bro.
 * [Zavala gets out of shot]
 * [Taylor looks back at the camera]
 * Brian Taylor: We work basic patrol here at Newton. One of the toughest divisions in the LAPD.
 * [Zavala gets back into shot as he’s getting dressed next to Taylor]
 * Mike Zavala: Shootin’ Newton, baby. That’s right. Lucky Thirteen.
 * [they both laugh, camera cuts to Taylor holding up his gun]
 * Brian Taylor: This is a department issue sidearm. Glock nineteen.
 * [gets out his knife and shows it to the camera]
 * Brian Taylor: Spyderco tactical knife.
 * [takes out a small black item]
 * Brian Taylor: And this little thing can break windows here.
 * [holds up two handcuffs]
 * Brian Taylor: Two Smith and Wesson handcuffs.
 * [holds up a small spray can]
 * Brian Taylor: Can of OC spray. Pepper spray.
 * [holding up the mags]
 * Brian Taylor: Two extra mags.
 * [points the camera into his locker]
 * Brian Taylor: What else? That’s my nametag here. Uh…you can see my, uh…partner’s dirty locker.
 * Mike Zavala: Yours is like a woman.
 * [Zavala points at Taylor’s neat locker]
 * Mike Zavala: Look at this. What is this, Pottery Barn?
 * [as Taylor continues filming in their locker room]
 * Mike Zavala: Dude, are you gonna shut the fuck up and get ready for roll call?
 * Brian Taylor: Dude, don’t swear, man. I have to edit that out, when you swear.
 * Mike Zavala: Oh fuck! Oh shit, dude! Fuck, man! Okay, now I’m Spanish.
 * [he starts speaking in Spanish, then another officer walks into the locker room]
 * Van Hauser: Oh, hey. You kids having fun?
 * [Taylor points the camera at Van Hauser]
 * Brian Taylor: Oh, look! It’s Officer Van Houser. Officer Three. Van Houser.
 * [Taylor points the camera back at himself]
 * Brian Taylor: Considered unpromotable by the department.
 * [then camera turns to Zavala, who whispers]
 * Mike Zavala: And the angriest fucking cop in the world.
 * Van Hauser: Taylor, I’m gonna tell Sarge that you’re taping in here.
 * Brian Taylor: What’d you say?
 * Mike Zavala: What?!
 * Brian Taylor: I don’t give a shit!
 * Van Hauser: I’m gonna tell Sarge that you’re taping in here.
 * Brian Taylor: Oh. Yeah. Well, it’s not really called taping anymore. Okay, it uses flash cards, but it’s not really a…
 * [Van Hauser walks in anger towards Taylor]
 * Brian Taylor: Don’t worry about it.
 * Van Hauser: God damn it!
 * [Van Hauser grabs holds of Taylor’s camera]
 * [as Taylor hooks a small camera onto Zavala’s shirt]
 * Brian Taylor: Hold up, hold up. Like that?
 * Mike Zavala: Mm-hmm.
 * Brian Taylor: Turn it on.
 * Mike Zavala: So am I recording you?
 * [we see that Taylor has an identical small camera hooked on the front of his shirt]
 * Brian Taylor: Yes, dude. And I’m recording you.
 * Mike Zavala: Oh, that’s so cool.
 * [Taylor points to Zavala’s camera]
 * Brian Taylor: See, that thing there?
 * Mike Zavala: Yeah.
 * Brian Taylor: That is the lens right there.
 * [pointing to his own camera]
 * Brian Taylor: It’s just like that, on that, this right here.
 * [Taylor and Zavala are at the officers meeting with the Sarge]
 * Sarge: Hey guys, quiet down! Alright, let’s settle down. Let’s settle down. Captain’s here, he’d like to say a few words. Let’s quiet down.
 * Captain Reese: Thank you, Sergeant.
 * [turning to the officers]
 * Captain Reese: Good afternoon.
 * Officers: Good afternoon
 * [Taylor points his camera at Zavala]
 * Mike Zavala: Put it down.
 * Captain Reese: I’d like to welcome back Zavala and Taylor. D.A. cleared these guys in last month’s shooting. Turned out to be a good shooting. I know firsthand what you guys went through. It’s an unpleasant experience being under that much scrutiny. But you need to remember something. An on the job shooting is still considered a homicide. It’s never an easy ride. If you do the right thing, I will always have your back. Do the wrong thing and cross me, I will personally throw you under the bus. Am I clear?
 * Officers: Yes sir!
 * Captain Reese: Taylor, am I clear?
 * Brian Taylor: Yes sir.
 * Captain Reese: Sergeant, am I clear?
 * Sarge: Yes sir.
 * Captain Reese: Have a nice day.
 * Sarge: Thank you, Captain.
 * [Captain leaves the room]
 * [after the Captain leaves, Sarge continues the meeting]
 * Sarge: Quiet down!
 * [holds up a notebook]
 * Sarge: See this? It’s a ticket book. Inside are things called tickets.
 * Mike Zavala: Son of a bitch!
 * Sarge: You can do things like stop motorists, and cut citations for speeding or going through a light. You all need to write.
 * Davis: Sarge, we cut citations every watch.
 * Sarge: I’m not talking to you.
 * [pointing to Taylor and Zavala]
 * Sarge: I’m talking to these two idiots.
 * Brian Taylor: My partner has a question.
 * Sarge: Yes?
 * Mike Zavala: I don’t really know how to write. Uh…but I do sign and draw pictures.
 * Sarge: Seriously, you don’t start writing, Captain’s going to shit on my head, and in turn, I’m gonna shit on your head. And I promise you, you guys are going to be separated.
 * Orozco: Do it, Sarge.
 * Sarge: Orozco and Davis, X Twenty-five. Peterson and Washington, X Forty One. Zavala and Taylor, you got X Thirteen. Williams and Cho, X Eight. Alameda and Green, X Twenty-one. Van Houser and Sook, X Four.
 * Brian Taylor: Yeah, Sarge? That’s not our area.
 * Sarge: That’s not your area?
 * Mike Zavala: No, we work Nine.
 * Sarge: Oh, I’m sorry, fellas.
 * Mike Zavala: No, that’s fine.
 * Sarge: Oh, no, you’re right. You’re on X Thirteen. Sorry fellas, this isn’t Monopoly. You don’t get to choose your real estate. Now go. Get out.
 * [everyone starts getting up to leave]
 * Sarge: Zavala, try not to uh…kill anybody before the end of the watch.
 * Mike Zavala: Really, Sarge?
 * Brian Taylor: Sir, if we kill someone in X Thirteen, can we go back to X Nine?