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.end-of-watch-6
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?
Fed 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.
[just then Taylor and Janet visit them]
Brian Taylor: Hey!
Janet: Hi!end-of-watch-7
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?
Sarge: Yeah.end-of-watch-8
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 cannot 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?


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