End of Watch Quotes
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[back at the station, Taylor and Zavala receive a standing ovation, and then they receive Medal of Valor for their act of bravery]
LAPD Chief of Police: For their selfless actions and their exemplary service to the citizens of this city, the Medal of Valor is presented to Officer Brian Taylor, and Officer Miguel Zavala.



[another day out on patrol, Taylor and Zavala stop off at a convenient store]
Brian Taylor: You feel like a hero?
Mike Zavala: What?
Brian Taylor: You feel like a hero?
Mike Zavala: No.
Brian Taylor: Yeah, me neither.
[there's silence between them for a moment]
Brian Taylor: What's a hero feel like?
Mike Zavala: I don't know, man. Did I tell you that me and uh...Gabby got into a huge fight over the fire?
Brian Taylor: Nope, you didn't tell me that.
Mike Zavala: She was...she's like; 'you could have died for someone else's kid when ours hasn't even been born yet.' She's like; 'you're not a fireman.'
Brian Taylor: Janet said the same thing.
Mike Zavala: Yeah?
Brian Taylor: Um...I don't think I can go into another burning building. I only went in because you did. Just...put that shit out there.



Mike Zavala: Alright, dickhead, what is it?
Brian Taylor: You remember that cowboy with the blinged out AK?
Mike Zavala: Yeah, he's probably my cousin.
Brian Taylor: I crisscrossed some numbers on his cell. Couple addresses come up in our basic area.
Mike Zavala: You're not a detective.
Brian Taylor: That guy is something. He's into something.
Mike Zavala: Oh really, you think?
Brian Taylor: Dude, DA didn't buy the ADW and only filed on the weapons beef. Gang Unit says they'll get it him but they're too busy or some shit. And Narco's not interested because we didn't find dope.
Mike Zavala: Yeah, but you're not a detective.
Brian Taylor: You're not a fireman.
Mike Zavala: Fuck you.
Brian Taylor: Follow me into the house, dude.
Mike Zavala: I said you're not a detective.
Brian Taylor: I want to be a detective.
Mike Zavala: You wanna be?
Brian Taylor: Follow me into the house, dude. Follow me into the house. Follow me into the house, dude.
[Zavala doesn't reply and they leave the convenient store]



[back in their patrol car, Taylor radios into the station]
Brian Taylor: Thirteen-x-thirteen with a code six at nine, three, one, eight, five, three street.
Police Radio: Thirteen-x-thirteen, roger.
[they stop off outside a house, Taylor checks out the garbage bags]
Brian Taylor: The fuck? What the fuck?! This is weird.
[suddenly they hear a scream coming from inside the house, Taylor radio's in for backup]
Brian Taylor: Thirteen x-ray thirteen, you need to send us additional unit.
Police Radio: Thirteen-x-thirteen is requesting two additional units for a building search at one, zero, zero two, six street.
[Taylor and Zavala takes out their guns and Zavala knocks at the door, and speaks out in Spanish that it's the police, a guy opens the door]
Tall Cowboy: It's okay, it's okay. It's okay
[Zavala says something to the guy in Spanish, Taylor gets frustrated and moves forward]
Brian Taylor: Fuck this guy! Motherfucker!
[Taylor busts into the house]
Brian Taylor: Get that shit out of here.
[he cuffs the man and the man says something in Spanish]
Brian Taylor: I know what that means. Shut the fuck up, man! Spread your legs. Spread your fucking legs. Put your fucking head back.
[Zavala looks around he sees guns, money and pictures on the wall]
Brian Taylor: Gun, partner.
Mike Zavala: Oh, yeah?
[the man says something in Spanish]
Brian Taylor: Get your fucking head back.



[after cuffing the man, Taylor searches him finds another gun on him]
Brian Taylor: Another gun, partner.
Mike Zavala: Two, huh?
[Taylor finds some money on the man]
Brian Taylor: Wads of cash.
[to Zavala]
Brian Taylor: Alright, tell him to get on his knees.
[Zavala instructs the man in Spanish]
Brian Taylor: Get the fuck over here.
[Taylor radios into the station]
Brian Taylor: Thirteen-x-ray- thirteen. We've got one in custody.
Police Radio: Thirteen-x-thirteen, roger.
Brian Taylor: Alright, we're good.
Mike Zavala: Alright.
[Zavala moves forward and pulls away a curtain]
Brian Taylor: What do we got?
Mike Zavala: Check it out, partner. I got this motherfucker.
[Zavala moves back to watch over the handcuffed man as Taylor moves forward]
Brian Taylor: Oh, my God.
[we see that behind the curtain was cage holding over thirty people held inside, at that moment backup arrives on scene, referring to the cuffed man]
Mike Zavala: Take my buddy.
Davis: What the fuck, Zavala, you catch them, I clean 'em?
Mike Zavala: Take him.
Brian Taylor: I don't know, we got like...
[suddenly a banging noise is heard from outside]
Mike Zavala: I'm gonna go outside.
Brian Taylor: Yoh, Z, you good?
Mike Zavala: I'm good, bro.
Brian Taylor: Z!
Mike Zavala: I'm good.



[outside, Zavala questions the man caught inside the house in Spanish]
Mike Zavala: [subtitled] What are you doing with all these people?
Tall Cowboy: [subtitled] You're a fucking asshole. Asshole.
[suddenly the Feds arrive on the scene]
Brian Taylor: What the fuck? Woh! Woh! Woh! Woh! Alright!
Fed Agent: Federal agents. Who's in charge here? Are you in charge?
Brian Taylor: What the fuck?
Fed Agent: I need to know who's in charge here. Is this man under arrest?
Brian Taylor: Yes, sir.
Fed Agent: What are the charges against this man? Turn that fucking camera off!
Brian Taylor: It's off.
Fed Agent: Get that fucking camera off me.
Brian Taylor: The fucking camera's off, man.
Fed Agent: You guys fucked up. Just lost a POI because of you guys.
[to one of his men]
Fed Agent: Are we clear in there?
Fed Agent #1: Clear.
[whispering to Zavala]
Brian Taylor: What the fuck, bro?
Mike Zavala: What did we fuck up?
Brian Taylor: I don't fucking know, dude. Who the fuck is this guy?
Mike Zavala: I don't fucking know.



[Taylor and Zavala watch as the Feds get out and check the people that were held in the cage inside the house]
Brian Taylor: Dude, I just wanna fucking talk to this guy.
Mike Zavala: Let's just get out of here.
Brian Taylor: I wanna fucking talk to him just for a second. Come on.
Mike Zavala: Go ahead.
[Taylor walks up to the Federal Agent heading up the investigation]
Brian Taylor: Sir, I don't wanna cause any trouble here, but we just fucking...we rolled up
here, I don't know what's going on. This is the second cowboy like this we've run into in a week.
Fed Agent: Watch out for these guys. They operate by a different set of rules.
Brian Taylor: I know I'm just a ghetto street cop but you gotta give me something here.
Fed Agent: We've got indicators he's a runner for the Sinaloa Cartel.
Brian Taylor: Yeah, but we ran him, he came up clean.
Fed Agent: You guys don't have the proper clearance for any of this information, but I'm going to throw you a bone. Cartels are operating here. We're on it. Be careful.
Mike Zavala: What does that mean though?
End of Watch QuotesFed Agent: It means you and your homeboy need to power down. Because you just tugged on the tail of the snake and it's gonna turn around and bite you back. I'm throwing you a bone here. Be grateful for what I'm giving you.
Brian Taylor: I wanna...I just wanted to turn around...
Fed Agent: I'm giving you a warning. Lay low.
Brian Taylor: Alright, dude. Can I get your name for my log?
Fed Agent: Negative. Move along.
Brian Taylor: Yeah, alright.
Mike Zavala: Sir, you know that there's five year old kids in there?
Brian Taylor: Alright, Z.
Mike Zavala: For six months?
Brian Taylor: Z!
Fed Agent: Good bye. Get off the crime scene and go home.
Brian Taylor: Bye.
Fed Agent: Have a nice night.
Brian Taylor: Yep.
[as they get into their car]
Mike Zavala: Fucking feds.
Brian Taylor: Z, what the fuck, man?!
Mike Zavala: Fuck them.



[as they drive off, Taylor is angry at what he'd seen at the house]
Brian Taylor: Kids, women. Did you see that fucking toilet? Filled up with shit.
Mike Zavala: Dude, we had no fucking business being there. We didn't even have a call there.
Brian Taylor: Dude, I didn't know what we were fucking rolling up on! You think I knew what we were rolling up on?!
[there's a moment of silence between them]
Brian Taylor: It's human trafficking.



[an unknown amount of time later, Zavala's wife has given birth to a boy and they are at the hospital]
Mike Zavala: He's so cute. You did so good, baby.
[he kisses Gabby's neck]
Mike Zavala: I love this smell. Just hold his head a little bit.
Gabby: I am. He's fine.
Mike Zavala: Baby, you gotta...you gotta hold him like this, like a football.
Gabby: I know how to hold a baby.
[Zavala tries to show her again]
Gabby: Babe, please.
Mike Zavala: Like that.
End of Watch Quotes[just then Taylor and Janet visit them]
Brian Taylor: Hey!
Janet: Hi!
Mike Zavala: Oh, hey partner. What's up? Come here, dude.
[to the baby]
Gabby: Look who's here.
Janet: How's mama doing?
Gabby: Mama's tired and cranky. Just like baby. Mama wants to choke Daddy.
Mike Zavala: Oh, come on, babe.
Brian Taylor: Did you name him Brian?
Mike Zavala: No, sorry, bro.
Gabby: He's a junior. I named him after his daddy.
Brian Taylor: So what's his name?
[Taylor and Janet laugh]
Mike Zavala: Fuck you, dude.
Janet: Can I hold him?
Gabby: Yeah.
[Janet holds the baby and looks over at Brian]
Janet: So sweet.
[Zavala and Gabby look at them]
Mike Zavala: You're so done, bro.



[another night out on patrol, Zavala calls his wife]
Mike Zavala: Hey, baby. What are you wearing?
[he listens to her reply]
Mike Zavala: I can say it. What are you wearing?
[listens to her reply]
Mike Zavala: I don't care. You still look good.
[listens to her again]
Mike Zavala: Yeah, Brian's right here.
[Brian starts waving his hand, Zavala ignores him and listens to his wife]
Mike Zavala: Okay. Alright, sorry. Okay, I love you. Bye.
Brian Taylor: You didn't even say hi, man.
Mike Zavala: She was pissed, dude.
Brian Taylor: How'd you know you were going to marry Gabby?
Mike Zavala: She told me. I was just some stoner working at my uncle's muffler shop and one day she grabbed me by the shoulders and says, 'we're getting married and you're joining the department because you can make a lot of money without a college degree.' And I was like 'fuck yeah!'
Brian Taylor: I mean, you love her. You guys, like, you never fight. You're happy together.
Mike Zavala: She's my bitch for sure, dude. I'm just telling you the way it went down. I popped her cherry in high school. She's never been with anybody else. I've never wanted to be with anybody else. You know, it's easy.



Brian Taylor: Things are getting super serious with Janet and me.
Mike Zavala: What, you just found that out? Did you read that in the paper or something? Homegirl owns your ass, dude.
Brian Taylor: Dude, she wants to move in. She's always over, you know? Why spend the money on two apartments.
Mike Zavala: It's not about the money.
Brian Taylor: No, no. Her parents are so traditional, dude.
Mike Zavala: Oh yeah?
Brian Taylor: They will go ballistic. But at least we can tell them we're engaged, dude.
Mike Zavala: Woh! Hold up, bro. Don't play with that shit. You don't ask a broad to marry you because her folks are old school.
Brian Taylor: No, dude, you don't understand.
Mike Zavala: No, dude, you don't do that shit. Think about it, man. Dude, after you think about it, think about it again. Jesus. Marriage is forever. Just realize that. It's a promise before God.
[there's a moment of silence]
Mike Zavala: My grandma was really deep, dude. She's seen it all. You know what I'm saying? When me and Gabby got engaged, bro, she asked me one thing. Do you want to hear it?
Brian Taylor: Fine, let's hear it.
Mike Zavala: She said, can you live without her? And if the answer's yes, man up and forget her. Don't string her along. Think about it, bro. I did.



[as they continue patrolling, they hear a distress call on the police scanner]
Sook: Thirteen-x-ray, forty-three. Officer needs help!
Brian Taylor: Where?
Police Radio: Newton units, stand by. X forty-three, officer needs help. Thirteen x forty-three, what's your location?
Sook: I don't know!
Mike Zavala: What?!
Brian Taylor: That's Van Hauser's car, dude.
Mike Zavala: Come on, Boot!
Brian Taylor: Just book it south. Go, go, go.
[Taylor talks into the radio]
Brian Taylor: Find a street sign, put it out.
Sook: I don't see any!
[Zavala swears in Spanish, Taylor talks into the radio again]
Brian Taylor: Is there a number on a house? A building number?
Sook: The house is three one seven seven!
[they hear Sook talking to someone]
Sook: Sir, back up!
[Sook screams]
Brian Taylor: Holy shit, bro! Hook a left on Maple.
[Taylor guesses the location and they drive towards it]



[as Taylor finds the location that Sook made the distress call from]
Brian Taylor: Right there! Right there! Bro! Go!
[Taylor speaks into his radio]
Brian Taylor: Thirteen-x-ray- thirteen show us code six at Compton and three one street.
[they find Van Hauser kneeling on the ground]
Van Hauser: Who is that? Who is that?
Brian Taylor: Taylor and Zavala.
[Zavala speaks into his radio]
Mike Zavala: Thirteen-x-ray- thirteen, send me an airship to set up a perimeter.
[they see that Van Hauser has a knife in his eye]
Brian Taylor: Oh shit!
Van Hauser: Taylor, would you uh...call for a rescue?
Brian Taylor: Don't move. Do not move. What did he look like? Where'd he go?
[Taylor and Zavala get their guns out]
Van Hauser: Northbound through the houses. He's a Hispanic male, blue checkered shirt. Zero head, he's a parolee, he's fucking huge.
[Taylor speaks into his radio again]
Brian Taylor: Thirteen-x-ray- thirteen, suspect headed northbound, heavyset male Hispanic, shaved head. Weapon used was a knife. KMA.
[to Zavala]
Brian Taylor: Z, let's do this shit.
Van Hauser: Careful, man. On your left. He's fucking huge.



[as Taylor and Zavala go looking for Sook]
Brian Taylor: It's clear over here.
Mike Zavala: Crossing.
Brian Taylor: The windows? You got left?
Mike Zavala: I got right.
Brian Taylor: Push, push, push, push, push, push. Push, push, push. You're on my elbow. You call it out. You call it out if you see it.
[Taylor spots the Hispanic man]
Brian Taylor: Dude, I see him. On the left. On the left. Ready? Go go, split.
[they hear the man shouting abuse at Sook, who's crying]
Brian Taylor: On the left. I've got him, you ready?
[as they get closer, we hear the man shouting at Sook]
Spooky: Fucking bitch! Fucking whore! Try to fuck with me? Fuck you!
Brian Taylor: Get the fuck off her or I will blow your fucking head off!
[the man puts his hands up]
Spooky: I'm done. I ain't resisting, officer.
Brian Taylor: Don't fucking look at me!
Spooky: I ain't resisting, sir.
Brian Taylor: Shut the fuck up! Get up! Put your hands over your head. Get up!
[the man gets up]
Brian Taylor: Put your hands over your head. Back up towards me until I tell you to stop.
[the man starts moving towards Taylor]
Brian Taylor: Move. Move. Move. Move. Stop! Get on your fucking knees. And cross your Goddamn feet together, you hear me?
Mike Zavala: Cross your legs.
Brian Taylor: If I hear a fucking word out of you, I will blow you out of your fucking socks! Hook him, Z.
[Zavala cuffs the man and Taylor radios in]
Brian Taylor: Thirteen-x-ray-thirteen, show a code four. Suspect's in custody.



[after cuffing the Hispanic man]
Brian Taylor: You good, Z?
Mike Zavala: I'm good. Are you good?
Brian Taylor: I'm gonna check on Boot.
[Taylor goes to check on Sook, her face is beaten in and bloody]
Brian Taylor: Goddamn it! Alright, you're going to be alright. You're going to be alright. You're going to be alright.
[Taylor turns to Zavala]
Brian Taylor: Fuck man, her face is all fucking broken, man!
[Taylor talks into his radio]
Brian Taylor: Thirteen-x-ray-thirteen, requesting an additional RA.
Police Radio: Thirteen-x-thirteen, Roger on the RA.
Brian Taylor: You're okay. You're gonna be alright. We're here for you, alright?
Mike Zavala: Dude, we got the cavalry coming.
Brian Taylor: We're here for you. That motherfucker's gonna pay for what he did, you hear me? Boot? You hear me, Boot?
Mike Zavala: Don't call her Boot, bro!
Brian Taylor: Well I don't know what her fucking name is! Is there a tag anywhere? Do you see her tag?
Mike Zavala: No.
Brian Taylor: You hearing me? She's nodding, dude. She's nodding, she hears me.
Mike Zavala: Okay. You're gonna be okay.
Brian Taylor: You're gonna be okay, alright? Do you hear me? It's all good. It's all good.



[as Van Hauser is being put into the back of an ambulance]
Brian Taylor: You're gonna be okay, brother.
Van Hauser: Fucking cut my vest off. Goddamn it, Taylor! I tell you one fucking thing. Fucking cut my vest off!
Brian Taylor: Alright, bro. We got your back.
Van Hauser: Jesus Christ! Goddamn it!
Brian Taylor: Get back, brother, alright? You're good, bro. We got your back.
Van Hauser: They cut my fucking vest, man. They cut my fucking vest.
[as the ambulance door closes, Taylor walks over to Zavala]
Brian Taylor: What's up? You okay?
[Sarge is at the scene]
Sarge: Taylor.
Mike Zavala: I'm really tired, dude.
Sarge: Why didn't you shoot that son of a bitch, man? You had him dead to rights.
Brian Taylor: I just didn't feel like killing anyone tonight, Sarge.
Sarge: You feel like writing this up? Brass is gonna want clean paper, make sure all the logs match.



Mike Zavala: Sarge, did you see that? Van H had a fucking Ginsu sticking out of his eye.
Sarge: His eye was cut in half. The lens was hanging out. He's not coming back. Rookie too.
Mike Zavala: What?
Sarge: She ain't coming back. She gave me this to give to the Watch Commander.
[Sarge holds up Sook's badge]
Mike Zavala: On the spot?
End of Watch QuotesSarge: Yeah.
Davis: Oh well, she wouldn't have made probation anyway.
Orozco: Hell, no.
Sarge: What, because her daddy's not a captain?
Davis: You know she wasn't cut out for this shit.
Sarge: Why is that?
Davis: The evidence.
Orozco: She almost got Van Hauser killed.
Sarge: You guys are cold, man. You got cold, dead eyes, you know that?
Davis: Yeah, both of us.
Sarge: Yeah, both of you. You have a soul?
Davis: Yes, yes. We just leave it at home.
Brian Taylor: Yoh, we gonna sit around yapping or we gonna get this done?
Orozco: Dude, you guys saved that rookie's life. That was one big fucking fat SA.
Mike Zavala: Can we clear the scene? Division's fucking falling apart over here.
Sarge: We good? You good? Good, good, good?
Brian Taylor: We're all good.
Sarge: Yes? Go back to work.
Orozco: Good night, ladies.
[everyone gets back in their patrol cars]



[Zavala gives a best man speech at Taylor and Janet's wedding]
Mike Zavala: Alright. Janet, you got a lot of heart hooking up with a cop. Cause it takes a strong person, and I see like a lot of cops' wives in here, they're all nodding their heads.
[to Taylor]
Mike Zavala: You gotta take care of her, bro. Cause I'm her big brother now. And every cop in here, we're all her family now too.
[the guests clap]
Mike Zavala: I'm gonna cry, baby, shut up. And Janet, we're all hoping that you can make a man out of Brian, because we've all given up. So here we go.
[raising his glass]
Mike Zavala: To Brian and Janet. Cheers!



Mike Zavala: Can I ask you something? Why the fuck did you get married in your dress blues? If you worked at Best Buy would you wear that fucking stupid polo shirt?
Sarge: I like that polo shirt.
Brian Taylor: I'm representing, man. You know I love you, man
Sarge: Oh, Jesus.
Orozco: Here they go again.
Mike Zavala: I love you too, bro.
Brian Taylor: I would lay down my life for you, dude.
[making fun of Taylor and Zavala]
Orozco: I love you, man.
Mike Zavala: I would take a fucking bullet for you.
Sarge: Why don't you guys get married to each other?
[mocking Taylor and Zavala]
Orozco: I love you, man.
Brian Taylor: Alright, shut up the...! Shut up! Shut up! Everybody take a shot.
Sarge: Have a shot. Have a shot.
[they all raise their glasses]
Orozco: Arriba, abajo, al centro, pa'dentro, salud...!
The Group: Salute! Cheers!



[at Taylor's wedding reception, Sarge, looking a bit drunk, is talking to a group of rookie cops]
Sarge: My boy Garcia? He's a fucking beast, man. Right? I've seen this motherfucker knock an asshole out with one punch. Yoked assholes, man. Yoked assholes from the joint when they had weight piles. You know what I'm talking about? You don't know what I'm talking about, you're fucking twelve years old. Cops like him... Like soldiers. He took a bullet for me. My bullet, man. He took my bullet. He took my bullet. That's what he was. That's what he was to me. It should have been me, cause he was a good guy. I was shit. Fuck it, man.



[to Zavala]
Gabby: Gimme a kiss.
[Gabby and Zavala kiss, the she turns to Janet and Taylor]
Gabby: You'll learn this. You'll learn. Marriage is really basic. Right? There's just like a couple guidelines. One: you've gotta give it up all the time. All the time.
[Janet turns to Taylor]
Janet: You'd love that.
Brian Taylor: Well, I mean, I don't...I don't think, I don't hate that idea.
Mike Zavala: It's not a bad thing.
Brian Taylor: It's not a bad idea.
Gabby: No, seriously, girls throw it at cops.
Brian Taylor: Throw what exactly?
Gabby: Their pussy. Girls throw it.
[Janet laughs]
Gabby: So you can't give him an excuse, girlfriend. You can not give him an excuse.
Brian Taylor: I've actually seen that before. It's called assault on a peace officer.



Gabby: I've got another one. Are you ready?
Janet: Hell, yeah.
[to Taylor]
Janet: You're a freak.
Brian Taylor: Part two.
Gabby: Try new things.
Brian Taylor: What?!
Mike Zavala: Baby...
Gabby: You know, like the gooch.
Brian Taylor: The what?
Mike Zavala: No, no, no!
Brian Taylor: The gooch?!
Gabby: Uh...Texas twister.
Janet: No, that's something that's made up. The internet made that up.
Gabby: You wanna know what Mike likes?
Mike Zavala: No! No!
[Zavala tries to put his hand over Gabby's mouth to shut her up]
Mike Zavala: Babe, I love you so much.
Gabby: The western, you know? Open to explore, right?
Brian Taylor: Gabby! Gabby! It's our wedding!
Gabby: Cup him. Suck him. Cup him. Suck him.
Mike Zavala: This is way too much. Babe, you're cut off.
Brian Taylor: No, no, no!
Gabby: You just rub it a bit and then….
Brian Taylor: What the fuck?! Gabby!
Gabby: Venture off a little more.
Brian Taylor: Venture off?!
Gabby: They swear they don't like it but...
Mike Zavala: Shit!
Janet: Right.
Brian Taylor: Really?



Mike Zavala: I'm happy, man. I'm happy, bro. Janet's dope, dude. You know, you're my brother and everything, dude, but you're a piece of shit. Does she know that?
Brian Taylor: Yeah, she knows who I am. I mean, you can't get into something with somebody without... She knows who I am.
Mike Zavala: Yeah, I know who you are. You're a piece of shit. If you break her heart, I'm gonna fuck you up.
Brian Taylor: Good to know.
Mike Zavala: If anything happened to you, I would take care of your kids. If you had any. And I would take care of her. I would take care of Janet.



[another day out on patrol]
Mike Zavala: What's in the stack? Anything good?
[Taylor checks the computer]
Brian Taylor: Let's see here. Uh...business dispute. Request police mediation. One neighbor threw a cup of water on the other neighbor's window.
Mike Zavala: Yeah, we're not buying that.
Brian Taylor: Three ninety male. Intoxicated person outside a liquor store.
Mike Zavala: Get the fuck out of here! There's a drunk man outside the liquor store?
[Taylor laughs]
Brian Taylor: Welfare check. Woman requests PD contacts her elderly mother.
Mike Zavala: Yeah, buy that one.
Brian Taylor: You serious?
Mike Zavala: Yeah, if we buy a couple of these, maybe they'll send us a code three call.
Brian Taylor: Cool. I'll hit her up for the next hotshots.
[explaining for the benefit of the camera]
Mike Zavala: On this episode, we're rolling to a call. A woman called the station to check on her elderly mother. So we're gonna go.
Brian Taylor: Yeah, these are the calls most agencies deal with, you know? Not every call's a foot pursuit or a car chase. Some guys at other agencies have never even drawn their weapon or been in a gunfight.
Mike Zavala: Yeah, but here that's just half your shift.
Brian Taylor: In the south end, we'll get involved in more capers in one deployment period than most cops see their entire career.
Mike Zavala: Hell, yeah.



[Taylor and Zavala knock at the elderly woman's house, as they hear no answer, Zavala goes to check the back of the house, Taylor explains into the camera]
Brian Taylor: I'm going to wait for my partner. He's going to check the back to see if she's around the back over there. You know, often times, a lot of these people, they're very old people. They can't hear us. You know, they can't hear the uh...they can't hear the hearing aids, you know. So, um...
[Zavala returns from checking back of the house]
Mike Zavala: Nothing.
Brian Taylor: Alright. So uh...the owner of this house is actually the daughter of the woman who lives in it. So she gave us permission for the welfare check, so we're gonna...we're gonna boot the door.
[they move towards the front door of the house]
Brian Taylor: Officer Zavala specializes in booting doors.
Mike Zavala: I kick doors down.
Brian Taylor: There you go.
Mike Zavala: I kick doors down.
Brian Taylor: Say it in English now, bro.
Mike Zavala: I kick doors down.
Brian Taylor: Wait, did you check if it was unlocked?
Mike Zavala: Uh...
Brian Taylor: Ladies and gentlemen, always a good idea to make sure the door is locked before you boot it.
Mike Zavala: Are you gonna cut that out?
Brian Taylor: Yeah, sorry.
[looking into the camera]
Brian Taylor: It was always locked. Clearly my uh...partner always knew that.
Mike Zavala: Man, you know what's gonna happen, right?
Brian Taylor: What?
Mike Zavala: She's gonna roll through, come, you know, from church or the store or whatever. And then she's going to see property damage and what's gonna happen? What's gonna happen? We're gonna be the bad guys.
[Zavala kicks the door open and they both grimace from the stench coming from inside the house]
Brian Taylor: Oh, shit! We got a dead body, man.



[as they check inside the old woman's house, they find cell phones, credit cards and drug material scattered around]
Brian Taylor: What have we got? Squatters?
Mike Zavala: Yeah, I'd say someone's been kicking it back here for sure.
Brian Taylor: LAPD!
Mike Zavala: Let's roll through.
[they go around checking the other rooms in the house]
Brian Taylor: You good?
Mike Zavala: Clear.
[Taylor goes into the bathroom]
Brian Taylor: That is wrong.
Mike Zavala: I said it was clear.
Brian Taylor: Alright. Just filming it, man.
[Taylor finds the body of the old woman suffocated in a plastic bag]
Brian Taylor: Oh, I found her, dude.
Mike Zavala: What's up? Oh!
[Taylor radios it into the station]
Brian Taylor: Thirteen-x-ray- thirteen, I'm going to need a supervisor and two additional units at our location. And RA for the elderly female approximately seventy years old. Not conscious, not breathing.



[they find candles and little statues as they wait for backup to arrive]
Brian Taylor: What is she, grandma praying to the dope Gods or some shit?
Mike Zavala: Dude, that's not fucking grandma.
[Zavala hits the top of the jars in the box he'd opened up earlier]
Brian Taylor: Don't fucking play on them.
Mike Zavala: No, look. Hollow. Somebody's opened it before, dude. That's what that means.
[Zavala opens up one of the jars]
Mike Zavala: Take that shit out.
Brian Taylor: You can't pull it out yourself?
Mike Zavala: Dude, just fucking pull it out, bro!
[Taylor takes out the small bag from in the jar and Zavala cuts it open to reveal cocaine]
Mike Zavala: Party time.
Brian Taylor: Yoh, Z. Z.
[Taylor points to the kitchen]
Brian Taylor: No, wait, wait, wait.
Mike Zavala: What?
Brian Taylor: Do you see that pot?
Mike Zavala: Yeah.
Brian Taylor: That shit's still steaming.
Mike Zavala: Oh, shit.
Brian Taylor: I'm going in.



[as they check the kitchen they find a cartel grave, with numerous dismembered corpses]
Brian Taylor: Oh, what is that, dude? Is that a body?
Mike Zavala: Yeah, there's bodies in there, dude.
[Taylor looks like he's about the throw up]
Brian Taylor: Thanks for the fucking update! Fuck, man. Is it clear, dude?
Mike Zavala: Clear.
[referring to the Spanish writing on the wall]
Brian Taylor: What does it say, dude. What's that shit say?
Mike Zavala: 'Keep bringing 'em. Ha, ha, ha.'
[Taylor starts gagging and talking to himself]
Brian Taylor: Fuck! Come on! Get your shit together, dude. Pull your shit together, man.
[Zavala keeps looking at the dismembered bodies and the writing on the wall]
Mike Zavala: Get the fuck out of here. Let's get out of here. Fuck. Sick motherfuckers, man. Who would do shit like that?
[they walk out of the house and Taylor looks shaken]
Brian Taylor: What is that shit, dude?
Mike Zavala: I don't fucking know, dude. I've never seen that kind of shit.
Brian Taylor: Do you ever use fucking...do you have hand sanitizer, bro?
Mike Zavala: No, I don't.



[after surveillance tapes are shown of the cartel leaders placing a call for a hit to be placed on Taylor and Zavala as they are putting too much spotlight on their business, we see Taylor and Zavala out on another day on patrol]
Mike Zavala: Gabby wants to know if you and Janet wanna roll to the Dodgers game with us tonight.
Brian Taylor: Uh...dude, we're going to Santa Barbara.
Mike Zavala: Alright, fuck you then, dude. I'll sell that shit online or somethin'.
[Taylor laughs, as they drive Zavala notices Mr. Tre in the neighborhood]
Mike Zavala: Oh, here's Tre right here. What's up, Tre?
Mr. Tre: What's up back?
Brian Taylor: What you doin'?
Mr. Tre: I'm doin' what I do, you know what I'm sayin'? Same shit, different day. Ain't shit changed. What's up with you all?
Mike Zavala: Just slow motion.
Mr. Tre: And that little incident you and I had? You kept it G, you didn't snitch on me. And I respect that. So check this out. My people just got out of Folsom prison, from up north.
Mike Zavala: Oh yeah?
Mr. Tre: Word is you got a hit on you all, man. You all been greenlit.
Brian Taylor: Yeah, come on, man. We're cops, everybody wants to kill us, Tre.
Mr. Tre: Hey, I'm just telling you what they're saying, man.
Mike Zavala: No, you know what, we appreciate the info, man. But this don't mean you get a pass if we catch you slipping.
Mr. Tre: I ain't looking for no fucking pass. I do what I do, you know what I'm saying?
Mike Zavala: I had to say it, though, you know how it is.
Brian Taylor: Alright, what you doing this weekend, Tre? You like the Dodgers?
Mr. Tre: You going to slide a nigger some tickets or something?
Brian Taylor: You like the Dodgers?
Mike Zavala: Have a good weekend.
Mr. Tre: Slide me some tickets?
Brian Taylor: Yeah! Yeah! Alright.
[Zavala turns to Taylor]
Mike Zavala: Shut the fuck up!
[Taylor laughs as Zavala drives off]



[as they continue to drive on patrol, Taylor notices his report pages are out of order]
Brian Taylor: Did you fuck with my...? Come on, man. Did you fuck with my shit?
Mike Zavala: I don't fuck with your shit.
Brian Taylor: Dammit, Mike! Come on, man!
Mike Zavala: Don't be a little bitch about it, dude! I didn't fuck with your shit, dude.
Brian Taylor: You fucked with my shit. It was in totally different order. Why do you have an investigation report on here, dude?
Mike Zavala: I don't have an investigation report on there.
Brian Taylor: It's your handwriting. Don't be an idiot. All this is fucked up, man. Did you drop it or something?
Mike Zavala: Dude, there's three types of pages.
Brian Taylor: Man, it's all out of order, man. It's all fucking out of order.
Mike Zavala: No, it's a pain in the ass. I'm sorry, partner.



[as they continue to drive around in patrol , unbeknownst to them, Big Evil and his gang are following Taylor and Zavala]
Big Evil: Wait until they hit a small street. At a stop sign, you fucking tap the bumper, we're gonna get out and blast.
La La: Fuck, no.
Big Evil: What do you mean, no?
La La: We should get them when they go to lunch at that Chinese place.
Big Evil: That Chinese place is crawling with cops. We gotta get these fuckers when they're alone.
La La: We can fucking follow their asses home and hit them there.
Big Evil: White boy's in fucking Simi Valley, the other fucking fool's in San Gabriel! We gotta get these fuckers at the same time!
Demon: Big, this is the one-time, homie. Not a bunch of fucking niggers.
Big Evil: Motherfucker, this fucker is straight from the fucking SHU, homeboy! You stop fucking around! You got in the fucking car. You wanna fucking hang with the fucking carnales, now you fucking pay the fucking price of fucking admission, homeboy! I'll fucking kill this fucking bitch! Alright? You shut the fuck up!
Demon: Come on! You get that fucking shit out of my fucking face.
Big Evil: I'll fucking kill you, motherfucker! Don't you fucking disrespect!
Demon: Don't worry. I got this shit. Fuck, man.



[Taylor and Zavala continue to argue]
Brian Taylor: I don't know where the fucking rubber band is either, dude.
Mike Zavala: Don't blame me for the rubber band, dude. You just took the rubber band off.
Brian Taylor: If you hadn't fucking put everything out of order, dude, then the rubber band wouldn't be out and the... Look, dude, it's the butterfly effect, okay? Do you know what the butterfly effect is?
Mike Zavala: Nope.
Brian Taylor: It's the butterfly effect. Look it up.
Mike Zavala: Just cause you say it twice doesn't mean that I get it the second time.
Brian Taylor: Look it up, dude.



[as they continue to follow Taylor and Zavala]
La La: This is fucking stupid. Those motherfuckers got bulletproof vests. We need to hit 'em with some AK's and shit!
Big Evil: Don't fucking rank out, La La!
La La: Fuck you! Fuck you! When the fuck have I ever backed out from shit, huh?! Huh!
[turning to Demon]
Big Evil: Get that fucking camera out of my face!
La La: I'm saying we just can't fuck this shit up! I don't give a fuck, man. You know me. I'll do the motherfucking time. I just don't want the big homies fucking whacking me. Fucking whacking me for fucking up! We need a fucking plan. And you fucking know it, homie. Think about it. That's all I'm saying.
Big Evil: Fucking head back. I'll get some fucking big guns from the Border Brothers.



[another night out on patrol]
Mike Zavala: How was Santa Barbara?
Brian Taylor: Awesome. Janet's pregnant.
Mike Zavala: What?! Get out of here, bro! Are you serious? Already? She's not even Mexican.
Brian Taylor: Yeah, you know, um...she's going for the ultrasound tomorrow, but three of those little piss stick things?
Mike Zavala: Yeah, yeah.
Brian Taylor: Positive, positive, positive.
Mike Zavala: Woh, dude! Congrats, bro.
[Zavala and Taylor shake hands]
Mike Zavala: Congrats.



[Big Evil and his gang are waiting in the hallway of an apartment complex]
Big Evil: That's when we fucking graduate. We fucking get the upgrade right now. Not fucking gonna be little fucking paisas no fucking more. Right?
La La: Yeah.
Big Evil: That's what we're gonna fucking do. Okay? They want to come into our fucking hood and fucking talk shit to us? You fucking do this shit right?
La La: They don't fucking disrespect us. Fuck, yeah.
Big Evil: You guys wanna fucking collect? You guys gotta fucking put up. This time we're gonna fucking do it right.
Demon: Hell yeah, we're doing this.
Big Evil: Fucking guys have some fucking balls.
Demon: After we get these motherfuckers, you know, it's gonna be a little hot in the hood. Ain't that right, La? Hey, La?
Big Evil: We're gonna get the fuck out of here after that. I'm gonna fucking take you guys to fucking Vegas. You guys fucking do this shit right, I'm gonna treat you right. But if we don't fucking do this, we can never fucking come back, that's the fucking thing.



[continuing on their evening patrol]
Mike Zavala: Wouldn't it be crazy if our kids were pushing a black and white together one day?
Brian Taylor: Screw that. I want my kid to have an honest job. Like a politician.
[Taylor and Zavala laugh, suddenly they see a van run a red light]
Brian Taylor: Woh!
Mike Zavala: Idiot.
Brian Taylor: Light 'em up.
[they start pursuing the van]
Brian Taylor: He's running.
[Taylor radio's into the station]
Brian Taylor: Thirteen-x-ray-thirteen we're going to be following a possible code thirty seven vehicle northbound Hooper from four two street. Gray Toyota minivan. License plate number six queen four nine nine seven three. Requesting backup, airship, and a supervisor.
[to Zavala as they chase the van]
Brian Taylor: Yeah, you're clear right. Go, go. Fuck yeah. You got this motherfucker. You got this motherfucker. Come on, Z. Come on Z.
[suddenly the van stops outside an apartment complex and Zavala crashes into the back of the van]
Brian Taylor: Woh! Woh! Woh!
Mike Zavala: Fuck!
Brian Taylor: Go, get the fuck out of the car!
[Zavala and Taylor get out of the car and start chasing the driver of the van]
Brian Taylor: Go! Go!
[they chase the man as he goes into the apartment complex, we realize he's part of Big Evil's gang who are waiting inside for Taylor and Zavala]
Brian Taylor: Mike, come on! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Police Radio: X thirteen, what's your location?
Brian Taylor: Thirteen-x-ray- thirteen, suspect running on foot. Male, Hispanic, dark clothing.
[suddenly Big Evil's gang start shooting at Taylor and Zavala, in the shootout Taylor's radio is destroyed and they run into a closed space]
La La: Fucking missed, stupid!
Brian Taylor: Fuck! Go.
[they go after Taylor and Zavala]



[Taylor and Zavala enter a woman's apartment as they try to get away from Big Evil and his men]
Brian Taylor: Shit, dude! No dice. We're fucking trapped!
Mike Zavala: Dude, call dispatch!
Brian Taylor: My fucking hand, man!
Mike Zavala: What's up? What, you got hit? Did you get hit?
Brian Taylor: Shit!
Mike Zavala: Fucking call dispatch!
Brian Taylor: I got no signal! Fuck!
Mike Zavala: Fuck, I don't...
Brian Taylor: Fuckers.
[the woman in the apartment starts shouting in Spanish]
Mike Zavala: Shut up!
[Zavala tries to contact dispatch]
Mike Zavala: This is thirteen x-ray thirteen...
Brian Taylor: Come, on. Us the fucking door. Come on.
Mike Zavala: Officers need help! We're barricaded in an apartment building.
[the woman in the apartment keep shouting in Spanish]
Brian Taylor: Shit! Tell that bitch to shut the fuck up, man!
[outside the apartment, Big Evil and his men wait]



[back in the apartment, Zavala uses the woman's phone to call for backup]
Mike Zavala: Two five zero two two Hooper Place, apartment C.
[outside the apartment Big Evil and his gang wait]
Big Evil: Those motherfuckers are in there.
Mike Zavala: We're good! We're all good, bro! They're sending the cavalry, they're sending the whole fucking world!
[suddenly Big Evil and his men start shooting into the apartment]
Brian Taylor: Fuck!
[to his gang]
Big Evil: Reload.
End of Watch Quotes[inside the apartment]
Mike Zavala: Partner?
Brian Taylor: Dude.
Mike Zavala: Partner!
Brian Taylor: Bro...
Mike Zavala: You all good?
Brian Taylor: Wasn't that Big Evil in the army?
Mike Zavala: Yeah.
Brian Taylor: We can't hold them off. We've gotta lay down a base of fire and pivot.
Mike Zavala: What the fuck does that mean, dude?
Brian Taylor: We're shooting our way out of here, bro.
[outside the apartment]
Big Evil: Can these fools get out?
Demon: Yeah, we got these motherfuckers, homie. Dudes ain't going nowhere.



[as they try to find a way out of the apartment]
Brian Taylor: Z, Look at me. Alright? Look at me. On three, dude, you're gonna empty your mag and run.
Mike Zavala: Okay.
Brian Taylor: You ready?
Mike Zavala: Okay.
Brian Taylor: One. Two. Three!
[they start shooting their guns]
Brian Taylor: Go! Move! Move! To the door, Z! To the door!
[they get out of the apartment, on the way out they kill one of Big Evil's men]
Brian Taylor: Move! Go! Go! Move, man! Move, move!
[they make a run for it out of the apartment complex]
Brian Taylor: Over the fence, man. You see the fence?
Mike Zavala: Yeah, yeah.
Brian Taylor: Go, go, go!
[they go over the fence]
Brian Taylor: Z, there's a wall. Go. You got me?
Mike Zavala: I got you.
Brian Taylor: Ready?
Mike Zavala: Up over, bro.
Brian Taylor: Go, go, go!
[as they jump over the wall, they kill another one of Big Evil's men waiting in his car with a shotgun]
Brian Taylor: They're everywhere. Z! Z! Move! Move!
Mike Zavala: Take the left.
[as they run]
Mike Zavala: I think we killed that guy.
Brian Taylor: Good.



[they run cautiously through a long alleyway]
Brian Taylor: Where's the fucking cavalry, man?
Mike Zavala: I don't know!
[they continuing running, with the dogs in the neighborhood barking]
Brian Taylor: Partner?
Mike Zavala: What?
Brian Taylor: This sucks!
[they continuing running when Zavala hears a noise]
Mike Zavala: Is that us? Is that PD?
Brian Taylor: Slow, slow, slow.
[a car pulls up and Big Evil's starts shooting at them]
Brian Taylor: Z, Gun! Hit them!
Big Evil's Gang Member: Curbside gang, putos!
[they start shooting at each other and they kill the man in the car]
Mike Zavala: I lit that asshole up, man! Brian!
[Zavala turns and sees Taylor is down and has been shot]
Brian Taylor: Oh, dude. Is it bad? Fuck. Shit.
Mike Zavala: Wait, wait, wait. Let me see.
[Zavala tries to check Taylor's wounds under his vest]
Brian Taylor: Fuck, dude.
Mike Zavala: It's bad. It's bad. You know what? But I've seen...I've seen guys way worse make it.
[Taylor starts crying in agony]
Mike Zavala: Dude, what are you fucking doing, man? Don't fucking do that to me! Stay right there! Stay the fuck down! Stay down, buddy. I need to put pressure on your wound.
[Taylor has trouble breathing]
Mike Zavala: Where the fuck is everybody?!



[as Zavala holds on to Taylor]
Brian Taylor: I don't want to die here, dude.
Mike Zavala: You're not gonna die here. You're not gonna die, cause God loves cops.
Brian Taylor: I fucked up, dude. I fucked up. Don't tell Janet I fucked up.
Mike Zavala: I'm gonna stay right here. I'm gonna stay right here, okay?
[Taylor starts crying]
Mike Zavala: It's okay. It's okay to do it, dude. It's okay. It's okay to do it right now. I fucking love you, bro.
[Zavala looks up and shouts]
Mike Zavala: Officer down! I need some fucking help! I need some fucking help!
[as Taylor looks like he's taking his last breath, Zavala starts crying]
Mike Zavala: Please don't go right now. I'm begging you, bro, don't fucking go right now. Don't go right now.
[Zavala hears something behind him]
Mike Zavala: What the fuck?
[Big Evil and his men are behind him]
Big Evil: Checkmate, puto.
[as Zavala reaches for his gun, Big Evil and his men shoot him in the back continuously, Big Evil laughs as he sees Zavala slumped on top of Taylor, La La shoots at him again]
La La: Rest in peace, bitch. We got you, motherfuckers. Happy fucking ending, homies.
[as Big Evil and his men walk away, they are suddenly surrounded by Sarge and several other officers, as the gang are unwilling to lower their weapons Sarge and the other officers shoot at them killing them all]
Sarge: Where the fuck is Taylor and Zavala?



[Orozco and Davis find Taylor and Zavala, both apparently dead]
Orozco: Shit. Fuck. It's them. Mike! Mike! Shit. Shit. Brian! Brian! Goddammit.
[Orozco tries to check their wounds]
Orozco: Fucking A.



[we are at a police funeral and we see that Taylor has survived and the funeral is for Zavala, Janet holds onto Taylor as he cries, we see Gabby holding her son and crying then Taylor tries to stand as he goes to give a speech]
Sarge: I'll help you.
Brian Taylor: Shit.
[with Sarge's help Taylor makes it to the microphone, he looks out at the crowd in the church]
Brian Taylor: Uh...he was my...my brother.
[Taylor is too devastated to say anything else]



[we're back on the day of the shooting; Taylor and Zavala are in their patrol car a few hours before they were shot down by Big Evil and his men]
Brian Taylor: If your kid was a girl would you let her be a cop?
Mike Zavala: Bro, would I want my daughter packing a burner so she could protect herself from the assholes of the world? Hell, yeah.
Brian Taylor: I wanna have a daughter, man. That would be so cool.
Mike Zavala: Just don't let her date cops.
Brian Taylor: She's not dating anyone.
Mike Zavala: Okay.
Brian Taylor: Ever.
Mike Zavala: Alright. Did I ever tell you about the first time I spent the night with Gabby?
Brian Taylor: I don't want to hear that, dude.
Mike Zavala: Dude, I got a hell of a big family, right?
Brian Taylor: Z, Fuck.
Mike Zavala: Wait, wait, wait!
Brian Taylor: I don't wanna hear that, dude.
Mike Zavala: I got a hell of big family, bro. Someone's always at my house, right? But one time, Gabby's parents bounced to Ensenada and her brother crashed at his girlfriend's so I spent the night at her house. And this was gonna be the night, dude. It was gonna be the night. Do you know what I'm saying?
Brian Taylor: No, what's that...what's that you're talking about?
Mike Zavala: Well, I'll tell you what I'm talking about.
Brian Taylor: Okay, cool
Mike Zavala: So we're in her parents bed, right? And it's on. It's about to go down. I'm taking off her chones, I'm taking off...
Brian Taylor: Chones?
Mike Zavala: Her skivvies. Come on, bro.
Brian Taylor: Oh.
Mike Zavala: And I'm like finally, right? Fucking finally. But then we hear this noise. Dude, someone's in the pad. So I hide underneath the bed. And then I hear people coming up. And it's her parents. This is the second floor, bro.
Brian Taylor: What?
Mike Zavala: I got nowhere to go. Homegirl's trying to distract 'em, but it ain't happening, right? And the footsteps grow louder, louder and louder. Then the door opens. Oh, my God, bro. I'm naked, underneath the bed.
[Taylor laughs]
Mike Zavala: And then all I could see is little footsteps. I see his hairy feet and I see her nails all painted and they're yapping, they're doing their thing, and they crash. And this is the part that I never told Gabby. I hear a little smoochie smooch, and I hear some shit, and I'm praying, please no. And they did it, bro.
Brian Taylor: What?!
Mike Zavala: They got down, dude!
Brian Taylor: What?!
Mike Zavala: Oh! I'm talking Gabby's parents fucking, dude!
Brian Taylor: Alright, I got it.
Mike Zavala: No! That shit was so traumatic, man.
[they both laugh hard]



[last lines; Taylor mocks Zavala after he's told his story about hearing Gabby's parents have sex]
Brian Taylor: It must have been a little uncomfortable around the folks after that.
Mike Zavala: Yeah, bro, because her father is a freak.
[Taylor laughs]
End of Watch QuotesMike Zavala: I guess when you've been married that long, you gotta mix it up a little bit. I tried rolling like that with Gabby, and she was like, hell no, you're not touching me there.
[they both laugh]
Brian Taylor: It makes me fucking uncomfortable, man.
Mike Zavala: I know. I know. You know why? Because you're a freak too.
Brian Taylor: Don't go there, bro. Just don't go there.
[they both laugh again]
Brian Taylor: Oh, I fucking can't breathe, dude! Holy shit!
[as they continue to laugh, they get a call to investigate something]
Brian Taylor: Let's go fight crime or something.
Mike Zavala: Okay.
[they punch their fists together and carry on laughing]

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