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