Haitian Gang Member:
Don't shoot. Don't shoot, man. Don't kill me.
Marcus Burnett:
[Brushes himself off] Bullets and all... Excuse me.
Mike Lowrey:
You all right, man?
Burnett:
[Regaining composure] Apologize to that man. Apologize to that man. [Smacks himself repeatedly] Apologize! Apologize.
Burnett:
[Turns to gang member] Hey, listen, I owe you...It's just that, you know, you was disrespect... But that don't mean it give me the right, though. It don't. Excuse me. Whoosah. Whoosah. [Spin kicks the gang member to the face] Whoosah, motherfucker!
Lowrey:
[To gang member] See, the interesting thing is he's the one of us that's not pissed off.
Gang Member:
I don't know nothing.
Lowrey:
Whoa, hold up! I didn't ask you no question yet!
Gang Member:
I don't know nothing.
Lowrey:
Lying already?
Gang Member:
No, get...
Lowrey:
How'd you know about the drop?
Gang Member:
I don't know nothing!
Lowrey:
Stop lying!
Burnett:
Do you know anything? I-I'm gonna be nice about it. Do you know anything? Let's ask some other suspects. Hey, look, man, fuck it. Let's try this. Let's talk to his homeys. [Sits down next to a dead gang member] Hey, look here, man. Can you tell me who was driving the black Suburban? [to Mike] Oh, he don't know nothing. His brains is under the end table. [Turns to his right to see another dead gang member] Oh! He can't tell us shit, Mike. He's all fucked up.
Lowrey:
What's your point?
Burnett:
[Stands up] Dead suspects can't say shit.
Lowrey:
[Points his gun to the gang member's head] Well, it seems like live suspects don't say shit either, so I'll hot this dude here. Save us the paperwork.
Gang Member:
I don't know nothing! I don't do motherfucking surveillance, man. [Frantically points to a camcorder] He do surveillance. He don't let nobody touch his camera.
Lowrey:
[Looks at the footage in the camcorder] What's on that camera?
Burnett:
Trigger Mike strikes again.
