Carl: |
Hey, be quiet, be quiet. |
Maccer: |
C'mon you bunch of wankers, this is unbearable! |
Reporter: |
Officers Eddie Pulaski and Frank Tenpenny, both hard-working members of a community policing unit, have been charged with racketeering, corruption, narcotics and sexual assault. |
Kendl: |
They brought it on themselves. |
The Truth: |
That bastard cost me my farm. And he hogged the bong. |
Reporter: |
...conspired to kill fellow officer Ralph Pendelbury, who had threatened to turn state's evidence, and who was then found shot dead in a supposedly unrelated gang incident... |
Cesar: |
Try five years. Cops always get off easy. |
Kendl: |
Yeah, I heard that. |
Reporter: |
..retracted witness statements, and now the disappearance of fellow officer Jimmy Hernandez, and Officer Pulaski himself, believed to be on the run...Oh wait, they're exiting the courtroom now! |
Kendl: |
That bastard Pulaski will probably turn up dead, just like the rest of them. |
Lawyer: |
...of the lack of evidence against my client, the district attorney's office has seen fit to drop all charges... |
The Truth: |
You see? You can't trust the system, man! |
Reporter: |
...surprise decision is wholly unprecedented... |
Sweet: |
Oh man, there just ain't no justice! It's just us! |
Maccer: |
I know, I've been arrested numerous times for totally natural behavior! |
Reporter: |
...Los Santos will burn tonight! |
Sweet: |
Ain't nobody gonna be rioting in my hood! |
Cesar moves to the window and the group follow him. |
Cesar: |
I don't know about that holmes. Look. The whole city is going up. People are fucking pissed off about this. |
Carl: |
People don't know what they want. We're all being used. |
The Truth: |
You see, man? It's always the same, friend. Power systems corrupt everyone. |
Sweet: |
Look, I say we go secure the hood, we ain't getting shit together so some idiot can burn it down. |
Carl and Sweet leave the mansion and head towards Sweet's car. |
Carl: |
Shit's real fucked up, man. |
Sweet: |
Yeah, but we gonna handle this ourselves. |
Sweet: |
There ain't no justice, man. How does scum like Tenpenny stay on the streets? |
Carl: |
Man, I dunno, just the way shit stacked I guess. |
Sweet: |
Man this is fucked up. We should take that bastard down ourselves. |
Sweet: |
So who's the weird Brit? |
Carl: |
What? Oh, Maccer! He got a little problem he can't control. |
Sweet: |
What kind of problem? |
Carl: |
He can't stop, you know, giving himself a little bit. |
Sweet: |
What, you mean he likes to consult Professor Hans Jerkov? |
Sweet: |
Take Palm-ela out? |
Carl: |
Shit, look at this place, even old ladies robbing shit! |
Sweet: |
I guess it's better than staying home and watching the shopping channel. |
Carl: |
Yeah, go out there and get yourself a bargain! |
Carl: |
Shit man, people real mad! Tenpenny's responsible for ALL of this. As if the ghetto ain't wrecked enough. Come tomorrow, most of the Central's gonna have new TVs. |
Sweet: |
Look at them, like angry kids or some shit! They just tearing up their own neighborhoods! Nothing good is gonna come of this. |
Sweet: |
Everything's burning. Put your foot down! Man, the ghetto's tearing itself apart! |
Sweet: |
I'm gonna gather up some homies, and get the hood locked down. |
Carl: |
You need anything, give me a call. I'm gonna check out the city and see what I can see. |
Sweet: |
You be careful out there, CJ. |
Sweet gets out of the car and heads inside his house. |
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