You're trying to steal my orange juice.
No, I'm not.
- You... - I'm trying to pay for it.
You're trying to steal my orange juice.
Robbery and shooting at South Figueroa. Robbery suspect down.
I didn't do this.
Put that gun down. Now!
Now!
That girl was there a minute
and she was gone the next.
But I didn't fire the gun.
- What did you do then? - I... I...
I shook the gun.
She says she shook the gun?
I'm gonna put her in hell.
You need to move away from here.
Don't fuck with me!
Down on the floor. Get down!
Move over. Shush!
- Jessie, get down. - All of you gone crazy?
Get down!
Knock that shit off.
The security camera caught the dispute.
Store owner Soon Ja Du thought 15 year old Latasha Harlins
was going to steal some orange juice.
Du produced a handgun and shot Harlins in the back of the head.
A jury convicted Du of voluntary manslaughter.
Her pre-sentence report recommended the maximum, 16 years.
But Judge Joyce Karlin imposed probation,
a $500 fine. No jail time.
She got away with murder.
How could you have peace when this is going on?
Wake up, Los Angeles! Wake up!
...news of LAPD officers beating a suspect.
Everytime society comes up with...
We saw Latasha's soul leave her body on a tape.
What kind of shit is that?
Rodney King, our society wouldn't accept a dog being beaten like that.
George Holiday lived across the street, he had his video camera...
We can't absorb this.
...of LA get together, get out...
Opening arguments began today in Southern California
in a case that shocked the Los Angeles police department
is centered around a dramatic videotape.
The trial of the four officers made us relive the traumatic event...
...claiming they could get a fair trial...
- Hey. - Hey, love bug.
Up early this morning.
- You are... You're my cake. - Down.
Down the cake.
Good. Good. Good. Okay, there you go.
Good morning. Everybody.
Rise and shine.
Hello. Good morning, sweetheart. Wake up.
Good morning. Time for school.
Up. Up. Up.
Good morning.
Good morning, darling.
Oh, look at you.
Good morning.
- Mama. - Good.
Hi, little mama, good morning.
Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me.
My bird.
Come on.
Get up. Come on.
Rise and shine.
Need you to get the kids ready. Okay?
Got to go deliver some cakes.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
- Breaking my hand. Lawsuit. - Listen. If you have to be...
Listen to me.
If you hadn't been suspended already,
this would give me good enough reason to expel you for good.
- Okay. Yeah. - You willfully defied
- the legal authority of our school personnel. - Yeah. I got it.
Did you see that asshole right there
- grab me by the throat... - Calm down
Calm down? What do you want me to do?
I can sell avocados, bananas and pineapples.
- Excuse me students, move aside. - Off the corner of 3rd and Broadway.
- You need to calm down. - No, fuck it.
Skin's wrong. I accept you.
Please. I want you to call the counselor. She can help you, Nicole.
Here comes the LAPD.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
Hey, you looking for some kicking on ass?
You need to watch your mouth, Nicole, and lower the volume.
You are disrupting the entire school.
We saw what they did to that Rodney King.
You saw his face after he got beat?
- Go home. - It wasn't very pretty, Miss Baum.
- No, it wasn't. Go home. - Wasn't very pretty.
- Go, call the counselor. Go home. - Rodney King. Rodney King.
Rodney King.
- Rodney King! - Students, you need to stop!
Rodney King! Rodney King!
- Rodney King. - Shush!
All right, students. Go back to your class.
Yeah, what happened to Rodney King was very well done.
Good day.
Go back to your classes now.
In Los Angeles, another well-know crime is in the news tonight.
Alleged assault.
The four Los Angeles police officers who appeared
in that video tape of the Rodney King beatings went on file today.
The case against Sgt. Casey Koon and Officers Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wind,
and Theodore Briseno all accused of assault with deadly weapon charges
might never have made it to court had not an image of...
- You all right, Jess? - Yes.
Leave me alone.
- Will you open it? - No.
Close the door.
- No! - We're hungry.
We're hungry!
Breakfast! Breakfast!
Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!
Huh?
Are you gonna cook us breakfast or not?
I'm hungry.
Come here. Come here.
Here you go.
Popcorn. Popcorn. Popcorn!
...was shot and killed by...
- Okay. Hello. - CSC. Is Millie there?
No. Millie's not there right now. What is it?
Jordan's mother was released from prison and a judge found her
to be able to take care of a child.
I didn't hear what you said. What did you just say?
The judge found she could care for the child and she would like to be reunited immediately.
- Fire! Fire! - Okay.
Fire! Fire!
Okay. Everybody outside now.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.
Is it a game?
Come on, let's go.
Tiger, Tiger, you got her?
Hey, be careful. It's okay.
No breakfast.
We're good. It's over.
Isn't that gonna explode?
No. Come on. Inside.
- Peaches, come down. Time to go. - Kids, I'm home.
- Hey, Millie. - You guys ready for school?
Yeah. Yes.
You got a call from Child Care Services.
It's about Jordan.
Come on, guys. Hurry up. Get ready. Get ready.
Come on, your bags. Are you ready?
You got your jacket? Where's your jacket?
I don't know where my jacket is.
- It's over there... - Right here.
Come here. Come here, baby. Come here.
Stop crying in front of Jordan.
I can't help it.
I raised him when he was a little boy. My baby!
I know.
Love you.
God. Enough of this shit.
- Warren, what the hell are you doing out here? - Hey, what are you doing?
Get in the car right now!
- Lady! Stop! - Not fuckin' playing with you.
Supposed to be out here, in the streets and shit.
I didn't hit you too hard, did I, baby?
- No. - Okay.
You're Danticia's son, right?
Yeah.
Don't tell me now to feed him.
He's a full grown. Wait, how old are you?
How old do you think Peaches is?
Peaches is missing a tooth.
- She's five? - Five? She's six.
So you're Shawnte.
Tiger, Ruben and Peaches.
We have a little brother and a little sister.
A brother upstairs, Carter, he's two and then,
our teeny little cute sister
is Sherridane and she's about two.
Jessie's our big brother.
What I mean, now we have...
You agreed that you are not gonna take any more kids.
No. But his mother is in jail
and the house is sealed up and I'm gonna call Social services in the morning.
We can't leave that boy out there like that.
Fool! What are you doing?
- Everybody can see you. - Who?
- My children. - Where are they?
- In here. - Oh.
Put that shit away.
Good morning.
...New year. Here's what's coming up.
Where is my purse? Thank you.
I'll be right back.
Where's her skirt?
- She lost her skirt. - Girl, you showing your panties. What's the matter with you?
What's the matter with her?
Would you all stop laughing? Her daughter was just shot.
William, give me my coat right there.
Thank you.
Watch you, whore. Outta here.
Oh, no. No!
What did you call her?
- You called her a whore? - No, no. Stop it.
Who is she? Don't touch me.
Don't fuck with her!
- Come on, man. Drop it! - Get off me!
Any kid can lay down on the street,
but you pick him and bring him home.
This one is... This one is crazy.
Go away from me.
Leave him alone. Leave him alone.
- Get in the car. - Everytime, this happens.
He locks himself in there.
Now we can't get anything out of him.
Kenny. Hey, Kenny, Kenny.
Kenny. Kenny. I need beer, Kenny.
I'll kill the first cocksucker who comes near me.
Fuck!
You see what happens?
- You little prick. - Come on, he's just a boy.
- Oh go eat shit and die. He's not a boy. - What did you say?
- Nothing. - Now, come on, nutjob. Say what you gotta say.
- You want me to say it? Really say it? - Yeah.
Yeah.
You let your kids run wild. I should call Social Services on you.
How about that?
- I got a rifle too. - Oh, pull the fucking trigger Kenny.
Get in the car. Now!
Come on. Let's go.
Let's go.
Oh. That's nice.
Real fucking nice.
Call your mama. If you want to, I don't give a shit.
White guy in the neighborhood!
Bye, loser!
Hey, Millie, how you doing?
Hey.
The LAPD officer
who delivered the most baton blows to Rodney King,
using the video tape and police audio transmission,
prosecutors claim Powell was laughing after the beating...
...and asked us questions about Latasha.
They refused to show us the picture of her on the floor bleeding to death.
Come on! Let's go!
He puts his foot down and he's thrown off balance.
Mr. Briseno is thrown off balance.
Mr. White says this is a stomp, an unnecessary stomp.
He used his left foot, his weak foot,
not like Mr. Wind, he used his weak foot.
He's right-footed. How...
is Officer Briseno to stop this beating?
How's he supposed to do that?
He's supposed to do that by his foot instead of his hand.
He's gotta keep his head out of the strike zone.
Describe the action or the verb in a sentence.
Okay, now, what's a verb?
A verb is the action in a sentence.
If he's trying to harm Mr. King, would he use his weak foot?
If he's trying to harm Mr. King?
Would he do that if his purpose was to apply unnecessary force?
That's all.
Go back to your house.
Get back inside! Inside!
Hey! Out of here!
Anybody!
Turn that lawyer off!
We got one white boy in the neighborhood and he's losing his mind.
Did he go? Did he kick him like a professional football player?
Get back in the house, Sir.
Not like Mr. Wind, he used his weak foot...
- What are you doing? - The cops say anything not to go to jail.
I promise you they're going to jail. It's all on tape.
- What's the matter, are you afraid of him? - Of course he's a fraid of him.
Mean motherfucker!
Get back in the house!
Back it up! Yeah, I can make noise!
Push! Push!
Hold on! Here!
Oh, my God!
He threw and destroyed it!
You see that? That's a barricade!
Stop it or it's your ass.
No! No! No!
Hey, Jess.
- What? - Give me a minute.
Jessie.
Hey, you. What are you doing there? What are you doing?
- Nothing. - You're not stealing that stuff, are you?
Nobody would steal this.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Stop! You come back here.
Oh, never. Not in this life or in any life. This is a workplace in hell.
You bring back whatever you stole from there.
- I didn't steal anything from you. - So we got a Soon Jan Do here?
Soon Ja what?
You touch a hair on that girl, I swear to god you're not going home tonight.
Yeah. I'm with them. Okay? Don't come after me.
They're angry.
- Thank you. - So you with us?
- Yeah, I am. - I'm Matt.
- I'm Nicole. - Care for a drink?
Sure.
Now we aren't gonna put anything in these?
So I better have some more.
No, babe, you calm down now. This is just whiskey.
Hey, but they're not putting anything in it these days.
Whiskey makes me crazy.
Oh there's nothing wrong with whiskey's making you crazy.
Yeah, what's with all the bags?
This is everything I own.
What the hell doing here with everything you own?
I was hoping to get killed but that hadn't happened yet, so...
So you don't have a place to stay?
I got a friend of a friend.
Said he'd let me stay in his broom closet but I don't know.
- You're beautiful. - Yeah.
- She's a real pretty girl, man. - Man, she's marvelous.
I mean, come on. Look at you. Look at those lips.
Look at me.
Did you like that?
- She's like a kid, man. - No, she's a little woman.
Come on, man. Knock this off.
Come on, man. Back off. She's enjoying it.
Right? Well, you know you'll drive any man crazy.
How about this?
Wanna take a ride?
What do you say? You can stay at my place.
Come here. Let me tell you something.
I'm gonna take you home.
And you gonna show me that round ass,
those brand new breasts.
And I'm gonna fuck you.
And you're gonna love it.
And you're gonna wrap your legs around me.
I'm gonna fuck you over
and over and over again.
You want that, right?
- Don't even doubt. - Let's go somewhere.
- Come on, man. - You need a bath.
What?
You're a real big ugly shit, you know?
- What the hell's wrong with you? - You bitch!
Oh, so now I'm bitch. A minute ago,
- you're heading for sex, you fucking pig. - Motherfucker!
You shut up, okay?
Oh, pervert! Come here!
Come here! I'll beat the shit out of you.
Are you out of your mind?
You can't even grab a little girl.
- Fuck you! - Hey.
No guts, huh? No balls?
- I bet you're not having a dick. - Nigger, is she crazy?
Who the fuck you are talking to?
- You lucky. Fuck you, bitch! - Get the hell out of it here.
I'll see you. I'll see you.
Get out of here!
You know why I pulled you over, sir?
Where did all my friends go?
The guys with the whiskey.
- Come on. Let's go. - It's the third time I got pulled over tonight.
I don't even have a light out. What's the matter?
Sir, your license, please?
I got trailed on a freeway. I pulled over.
You guys already wrote me up and some squad stops me down on Normandy.
I'm not drunk.
What are you doing?
You gotta stop it. You wanna get yourself killed?
I need a place to stay and I'm tired, okay?
Close the door, it's cold out there.
Fine. Suit yourself. Move over.
What I like is a little respect for an officer of the law.
Hey, hey, whoa, easy now.
You sure you wanna sit in their car? Come on.
- Let's get out of here. - No, it's not safe for me out there.
- You're driving me nuts. - Then you get out of here.
I'm gonna stay right here.
And I'm gonna wait to get clubbed, that's what we're here for, right?
Easy, stay right there. What the hell is going on back here?
- Where you going? - Am I not allowed in jail?
Prison, juvenile home, whatever you got.
I'm giving myself up, I stole in the store.
We decide who goes to the station.
Hey! Goddamn it! Hey!
Both of you shut up! Everybody shut up right now!
God, I hate this fucking job.
- Please, I shop-lifted. - I don't give a shit.
There are laws against that. I need to be taken away.
- You cracked me. - Stay back. Sir?
What if my windshield wipers does not function properly?
Sir. Get back in there!
Goddamn it. Get the fuck out of my car.
- Please, please, no. - Why don't you understand?
Get out. You too, fuck face. Come on!
Listen to me. Listen.
Both of you get out of here now. Do you understand me?
Go home. Do not come back. Is that clear?
Hey, buddy. Hey, whoa, whoa, what the hell!
What? Get out of your car!
Where you been, lover boy?
Out fucking?
See, I know you was out fucking. I got a way to knowing this shit.
I never had whiskey before.
- That's what she drink? - Just shut up!
Jesus Christ! The goddess is showing.
Man, get out of here.
She looks good. I wanna keep looking at her.
She's knocked out. Had too much alcohol.
Hi.
How the hell did I get here?
You don't remember?
No.
The last thing I remember,
I was standing in the street, looking at the moon.
It was a big moon. I'd never seen a bigger moon.
And I remember you.
Where's Millie?
She's out delivering cakes
or cutting somebody's hair,
or swinging a mop somewhere. We're still starving.
Look. Look at this. These kids are always ready for food.
Man, forget that. Now, we have a problem.
Millie's too stupid to steal and we gotta do something.
We're gonna go to the supermarket and we're gonna take everything we want.
So when you are in the supermarket, if they catch you stealing,
they can only approach you when you're out the mall.
- Okay. - Kids, this is Nicole.
Okay, all right, you all, listen to me.
This stroller is a perfect tool for shoplifting.
Quiet!
Okay. The apartment is empty as long as William's mom's gone.
You can come and go as you please.
But you're gonna have to use the side window.
The front door's still shut.
Come, I'll drop you.
You all right?
You can spit on the floor here.
Oh, God. What is this?
Wait, wait, wait. Hold this.
Keep the cheese.
It's too big.
Stay in line. Get in line.
Stay right here.
Run!
Oh!
Can anybody give some barnacles?
We're out of it?
You want chips and taco?
Thank you.
Mmm! God I love chicken.
And I love eating.
You want a milk shake?
Yeah?
The case that won't go away due to an argument...
- Here's you ten. - ...a surveillance camera captured the...
Kids, come here. Santa's home!
Did you steal this?
- No! - Oh, my God.
It's from Santa.
Jessie.
Some son of a bitch sneaked in here and stole the toilet.
What?
How did they do that?
It doesn't have a lock on it and it's just two screws.
The world may never know.
In Los Angeles, to recall a judge
because of a controversial decision in the killing of a teenager.
Judge Joyce Karlin still argues that Du is no criminal.
I know a criminal when I see one.
I know a person who presents a danger to the community when I see one.
Hey! Wait one goddamn minute.
Where'd you get that? Get your own toilet!
- Hey, William. - Hey, come on.
- I got it. - You got it?
- Okay. - Yeah.
The guy was just walking around.
And then at 3:52, watch what you see,
at 3:52, you see Mr. King still moving,
far higher than a push-off position.
Coming around, his head comes around.
You see Tim Wind appeared to start a swing
and as Mr. King's head is coming into that area of swing...
He's saying that Rodney King hit a baton with his face?
May I see it?
I'll call you on that.
Think he's something now. He got a gun.
Dude, you think he hot shit now.
- Nice baby. I love this. - Hey, hey.
Give me the gun.
And you and Nicole, just drop it.
Why don't we gun down Soon Ja Du?
Why does everybody in town want that Soon Du's ass?
You new to Los Angeles?
Soon Ja Du,
killed that girl Latasha for going to the liquor store to get herself some orange juice.
Do you wanna take some orange juice?
What?
Man, what the fuck!
Latasha died right there.
Man, I swear to God, one day, you're gonna put a bullet in my heart,
- and while I'll be laying down dying... - Cheer up, won't happen again.
Now, we four against killer Soon Ja Du.
I was thinking about shooting her. What do you think, man?
Best thing we do in any situation.
- Let's do what you wanna do. - I wanna shoot her.
Why not?
I don't know.
You let me know when you know.
What kind of shit you all are on?
You don't kill people.
- You don't even talk about it. - Why not?
Soon Ja Du blew that girl's brains out.
Right now, she's lazing around feeding ducks at parks.
Wait, that woman didn't go to jail?
No, she didn't.
- No shit? - No shit.
The judge said jail would harm her.
We do something, we go straight to jail.
Hell, they try to put us under the jail.
- So you in? - No, she's not.
- Killing in against the law. - Anything interesting is.
- Be serious. - I am.
Latasha's life had a meaning.
If you kill someone, that'll be the worst fuck up.
Yeah, take it easy. We shouldn't blow anybody's brains out.
- Listen to her. - But I could blow her shop up for you.
You just give me a bottle, some gas, a tampon and boom. No more shop.
- No. - Will you give me a place to stay?
You don't say shit like that.
Have you lost your goddamn mind?
- Will do when nobody's in. - No!
Or I could still break those men in half for you.
I can't leave it.
What's that?
No!
You just wait.
- What's the plan? - To stay the fuck alive.
We're putting all their tires down.
The plan is to break everything you can.
My masterplan was to live at least till the year 2000.
I gotta reshape it. Fuck that guy.
That's a very nice thing to tell Nicole but she hasn't fucked me yet.
Come on. Get in there.
- What's this? - Let's do with your cell phone.
- Shit, man, give me that. You good? - Yeah.
Grab that knife.
- I want us out of here. - Let me do this.
Let me do this!
- Fine. - William.
Run! Run! Run!
They're gonna shoot us.
- Take him to the hospital? - He got shot.
He got shot?
Yes, he did. He got hit.
William's in there praying for death.
- He got hit. - Shut the fuck up.
Look, man, William got grazed by a bullet.
I didn't get him out of earshot.
How you doing?
- Not well. - Show me.
- Does it hurt? - Just a little bit.
Now rock your toes back and forth.
- Better now? - Just regular.
Bleeding a little.
- You good? - Come on.
Stop it.
It's gonna hurt.
It was the stupidest plan.
Wasn't even a plan? Raid a police station?
Idiots!
Man, it's eye for an eye. You push me, I'mma push you back.
It's death. I'm bleeding to death.
- Look, Nicole - Stop it, you're still a baby.
Shit, man. It hurts.
Fuck, this hurts bad.
We should probably get you to a hospital.
I don't need no damn hospital.
All right. Die here. See if we'll give a shit.
The jury is still out on the case against four Los Angeles police men
charged in the beating of motorist Rodney King.
It's the sixth day...
Not only for the defendants is the suspense unpleasant,
this case unsettled Los Angeles from its very beginning 13 months ago,
and with the odds for it quiddles over a hung jury
increasing with every day of deliberation,
a growing number of ministers in minority neighborhoods
are urging their congregation...
Quiet.
- It's time to come in. - We're playing.
...only to be told "no verdict."
A lot. We're just hoping for a good result.
Boys, your dinner is getting cold.
Can you please come in here and help me set the table?
We're almost done.
Lady! Hey! Lady!
I'm trying to work. If you can't get them to shut up,
we're gonna have an all-out brawl.
Look. You don't start nothing. There won't be nothing.
Thank you.
No, no.
Let me handle it.
Hmm. Thought you all wanted to play.
We're finished.
But I called you in, three times.
But you all said you wanted to play.
- Well, now you all can play till the sun comes up. - No, wait.
No, wait. Millie, no!
- Let us in! - It's just gonna be for a minute.
Teach their little butts a lesson.
Boys?
Boys!
They're hiding.
Again, the issue of racism has been introduced.
The prosecutor asked Powell about a message he had sent to another officer
just before King incident on his patrol car's computer terminal,
referring to his previous call which involved a group of African Americans,
Powell typed, "It was right out of Gorillas in the Mist."
The prosecutor also hammered away at the meaning behind another computer message
sent by Powell after King was in custody.
Powell communicating again with the same officer typed,
"Oops, I haven't beaten anyone this bad in a long time."
All right. Come on. Come on. Come on.
This is not that bad. I mean...
You know, it's not the end of the world.
When someone shut the door on you, see if you don't cry.
Sure. Okay. Let's have a look what's on the television.
Let's see what's on here.
Hmm. Right.
Who's hungry?
Anybody hungry?
What we got? We got beets, we got carrots
and we got...
The prosecutor pushed...
- Shit! - Let me guess.
Okay. You won't like that. We don't need that.
Let's get some cartoons here or something.
Right.
Who wants pizza?
- Yeah, I wrote all of this. - I already like this one.
There was...
- Purple. - What?
- Purple. - Purple?
Cow.
â™ª Say it loud â™ª
â™ª I'm black, I'm proud â™ª
â™ª Say it loud â™ª
â™ª I'm black, I'm proud â™ª
â™ª Say it loud â™ª
â™ª I'm black, I'm proud â™ª
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah!
â™ª But all the work I did was For the other man â™ª
â™ª And now we demands a chance To do things for ourselves â™ª
Give it all.
â™ª Say it loud â™ª
â™ª I'm black, I'm proud â™ª
I'm sorry to bother you but...
My kids are here. Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
I was looking all over for you.
Why did you leave the backyard?
Told you, never leave the backyard.
We're sorry, Mommy.
What? You're gonna call Social Services on me?
No.
- Hi, baby. - Hi.
Whisper something sweet in my ears.
- Tell me you love it. - I love it.
I love it.
- Come back to me, baby. - Millie.
- This is a dream. - What?
What the hell?
- This is just a dream. - This is not a dream.
- May be. - You are mine.
- This is just a dream. - You're mine.
- This is just a dream. - You...
Can I have some milk, please?
Tell me you love it.
Oh.
Hello.
Hey, Angela.
- What? - Momma.
What do you mean Jessie and William ain't in school today?
When did you see them?
News radio.
Good afternoon. It's 73 degrees here in Hollywood on a hazy Wednesday, April 29,
here are the headlines at 4:05.
If you just heard on K... On CBS news.
The four cops charged in the Rodney King incident found not guilty on all counts but one.
Mistrial declared on that single charge.
Back up!
- Millie - Mary, I need a favor.
What the hell!
- What the hell's going on? - What the hell is he doing?
Haven't you heard? They've acquitted the four cops
who kicked the shit out of Rodney King.
What did you just say, Mary?
The verdict just came in. They found the four cops that beat Rodney King
not guilty on all charges.
- Well that's not possible. - Did you hear?
There's some heavy shit going down on the Havens.
There are boys fighting the police and neighborhood boys are running there.
Oh, God.
- Get out of here. - What?
There's a cop running around with a gun.
What do you mean there's a cop with a gun? Where?
They are after some kids.
- Just don't go over there. They're shooting everywhere. - Oh, Jessie.
What's happening? Did we miss the fun?
No, no, back inside, boys. Come on.
Shawnte, I'll leave you in charge. I don't want you outside.
I don't even want you in the backyard, okay?
Just sta inside, I'll be back.
- You're under arrest. - Let me talk to you.
I gotta get William and Jessie.
- My girls, my boys. - Kids, kids, kids.
My boys! They're taking my boys.
We didn't do nothing. We didn't do nothing now.
Take them down. Watch your head.
Why are you doing this, Officer?
You gonna kill me?
Officer, he said he didn't do it.
I'm the wrong man. I didn't do nothing.
You don't have to hurt him.
All right.
Something is going on.
He didn't do nothing. He didn't do nothing.
This is wrong. This is wrong.
...innocent people.
No! No! No!
I didn't do nothing. I want to take care of my boys.
I wanna take care of my boys.
Up! Up! Up!
This is not right.
No! No! No!
- No! No! No! - Get her in the car. Get her in.
We ain't afraid. We got guns just like you.
Let us out!
They want justice? I'm going to show them some justice!
Rodney King verdict just came in.
All four cops are not guilty.
We're taking it to the streets. Get dressed. Let's go.
Don't go.
Rodney King, Latasha, this is for you.
Let us out!
Let me out!
Let them go! Let them go!
...Demoines and West between a mile stretch of cars
west of the high road freeway
rock throwing and looting and ramming vehicles, you name it.
Rodney King, justice for you!
Hey, stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop!
Get out of the car.
Stop! Stop! There's a man on the car!
Hold there. There's someone.
You're dragging a man on the back of a car.
Oh! Oh, God!
Oh, lord Jesus!
Let him go. What does he have to do with this?
Please, William, don't hurt him.
Please, please, please, please!
William.
- Oh, God. - Oh, God, Jessie.
- William. - What have you done?
What did... What did you do?
Stop... Please... William... What did you...
Hey, William. William.
Somebody, help! Help!
He's hurting too much.
- Fuck! - We have to drop him.
Just put him down.
Nicole, press him. Press the wound.
Press here, right?
It's gonna be all right. We're gonna get you home.
Disregard that call. I want everybody out of here.
We're leaving the area to regroup.
Spotting a gray vehicle with a female locked inside.
57th unit en route, identified.
77th unit on road, identified.
What are you doing?
I want everybody out now.
Wait. Wait. Wait. Stop. Stop.
What are you doing? Now put that out.
- Screw you! - Put that out!
Put that out!
I'm gonna burn this shit down! I'm gonna...
I'm gonna stop the car. I'm gonna stop.
- Get the fuck out of the car - Get out of the car.
- Get out of the car! - Out!
Go! Go!
Get out! Move! Go!
Oh, God!
Oh, God, in hell.
Hey, stop, stop!
Shit!
28th and Griffith, all right?
All right. We're waiting. Thank you.
Hey, stop. Stop!
Wait!
My God in heaven.
Ruben, Tiger, come downstairs to the TV.
What?
Just come here.
Look at this.
What? Why are there so many people?
Look what they are doing.
They look so happy.
Of course, they're happy.
We didn't get your shoes but we got all kinds of stuff.
What has life done to you?
Help me.
Get in.
Jesus.
He's gonna lose all his blood.
Fuck!
The ambulance crews are requiring police escorts to the area. We'll wait...
How long is it gonna take?
There's victims all over the place.
- We know. - My friend is dying.
Do you understand? He's just a boy and he's dying out here.
Please. You have to help us.
I don't know what to tell you. I'm not getting anything from the police right now.
Kids?
Kids!
Kids.
I finished my home work.
But if you want me to put the Barbies away...
Baby, where is everybody else?
Downstairs?
Get the door. Get the door.
Where should we take him?
Where the fuck are we?
Where are the street signs? They took away all the fucking street signs.
Can't see anything.
Careful, Nicole.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Get out of here!
Stop there!
Stop!
Help us!
Sir!
It's the police station. Back it up.
Come on.
Okay. I know. I know. I'm gonna make you all something to eat right now.
You are really hungry.
I'll make some food.
Okay. Just one sec.
What's he looking for?
I don't know, maybe, he's trying to find something to break these cuffs.
Okay, I'm coming, babies.
Just give me one... one second.
God damn it! God damn it!
You motherfucker!
Hey, hey! It's dead. It's dead. Millie. Millie.
- It's okay. It's okay. - My boys.
I thought you were the sane one.
Hey, come here. Come on. Come on.
- Come on. Come here. - I gotta find my boys.
Now sit. Sit down. Sit down.
- My babies. - Sit down. It's okay.
Here, here, here.
If that's what you are saying,
let me tell you, you're fucking crazy.
Now keep really still.
'Cause I've never done this before.
- Oh, God. Jesus. - On three, right?
Oh! Ha ha! First time!
- I need a beer. - Thank you.
I gotta find my boys.
All right.
I gotta find my car keys.
I gotta find my boys. Where are my keys?
And as God is my judge, I promise you. This will be the end for you,
of the bacon double cheese burger, the flamed grill chicken burger,
the big fish, the bacon king,
the whopper, the bacon king and the cheese whopper.
Now it's your circus.
But if you burn down this Burger King, we will never ever rebuild another restaurant
in your neighborhood again. So, you could say goodbye to our chicken nuggets,
buffalo ranch, honey mustard and barbecue dipping sauce.
To the hand-spun strawberry shake, the vanilla soft serve,
the choco chip cookies. You will have to consider
being done with a hot caramel Sunday,
the strawberry and chocolate Sunday forever.
Free food!
Where's the fucking hospital?
Hey, excuse me. How do you get to the hospital?
Get back on Hoover. South on Hoover.
- Where is Hoover? - Take a left.
Please, open your eyes. William!
William.
- I can't feel his heart? - What?
- I can't... - What?
I can't feel his heart.
Drive. Drive somewhere.
...two motorists that wandered into this area both driving front,
ripped out of their automobiles,
beaten unconscious, then their pockets picked,
when they stood up to try to... When they, covered in blood,
tried to get out of the area, they were beaten back to the ground.
No LAPD officers were stationed. They were...
LAPD has been ordered out of this area.
Also the liquor store, Tom's liquor store here at Normandie and Florence,
was fully gutted. People going inside with empty hands
and coming out with...
It was almost as if the owner of the shop...
- Did they come back yet? - No.
They're nowhere.
I looked all over the goddamn city.
They're here. They're here! They're here!
You have seen anything like this in America?
Look at my shoes.
- And how long do you think this will go on? - Till jury changes its mind.
There you have it. Elena, live from Los Angeles.
Jesus, Millie.
Are you okay, Momma?
Yeah, I'm going to sell these and make some money.
Peaches, can you get your mommy a glass of water?
Oh, my God.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
- There! Right there! - Where? Where?
Oh, God. They're really gonna get it. They gonna get it.
- Boys. Boys. - Hey.
- Get over here right now. - This is for you, Millie.
Ruben, get over here.
You know better, breaking into somebody's shop.
What is wrong with you? Get over here! Ruben!
You are stealing things from others' store?
- Really? Of all the things you can steal... - Hold it there, goddamn it!
Hold it right there. Turn around, put your hands behind your head.
- No, no, we came down here. - No, these are our boys.
Because I saw them doing it.
Now listen to me. I'm telling you to do something.
I'm giving you an order.
What is that?
What? You are out pillaging before you rob the bank?
- Okay. Okay. - Now I asked you to shut up.
I asked you nice to shut the fuck up.
Okay? And now you are under arrest.
Right here.
What?
We got an officer needs assistance call.
- We're moving. - No. No!
Not... No. Shit!
I'm not gonna let you get away with this. You understand me?
You are exactly what I'd been fighting my whole life, my whole fucking life.
All right? And let me tell you something.
I got a job.
I got a badge. I got a uniform.
And I'm gonna put you in jail.
All right? I don't care.
No, I'm gonna put you in hell.
And you're not gonna get out.
Wait, wait. Wait a second.
No, no, no. Get back in the car.
When are we going home?
Well, obviously not right now.
Now get back in the car.
And what are you gonna do about it?
Okay, look here, Tiger.
You wanna talk about your birthday?
- No. - Okay.
- Okay. What about Christmas? - This is better than Christmas.
Hey!
Do what you wanna do right now.
But when I get out of these things,
I'm gonna come over there and I'm gonna bite your toes off. Get in the car.
- Get in the car! - Go. Go.
Get in the car. Windows! Windows!
- I can't believe it. - Do you smoke?
I can't be stuck here. No, no, I don't smoke.
Let me see I can...
Hey, hey, stop, stop.
- Stop it. Oh, God. - Fuck you!
- Oh, God. - Fuck you!
Come on.
- Okay. - Okay, let me turn it.
- Yeah. - All right.
I'm sorry.
Well, was that you?
I thought it was me.
I thought I'd just peed myself.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's only a scratch.
He's just bleeding a little.
He'll be all right.
Hey.
Hey. Please.
Please come back.
William.
William, please come back.
I'm gonna need your pants.
- What? - Strip, baby.
You can keep your panties on but I'm gonna need your pants.
- One more time. - All right. Here you go.
Okay.
- Coming down, coming down. - Okay.
Jesus.
Oh, God.
He looking at me? Shit.
I got it.
- Yes! Okay. - Yes!
- Slowly. - Okay.
- Yes.
- Yes! - Yes!
...anticipated curfew put into effect
until tomorrow night.
There you go.
Oh, God.
- Hold on. - You're doing good.
- Good. - Yeah.
Come on. Come on.
Additionally, we've made available some 2000...
national guardsmen, they are gonna standby...
Come over. Come over.
Stop, stop, stop!
Hey!
Stop!
No!
Are you okay? Are you okay?
We're fine. We're okay.
Oh. Oh, God. Oh.
- You okay? - Yeah. It hurt real.
That hurt everywhere.
We did it.
Don't move.
Stay right there.
Okay...
Any lamp post that gives you any trouble,
I'm gonna knock him out.
Hi, Jessie.
Hi, Peaches.
How are you?
You know what?
Shawnte and the boys were on television
and I got to play with my Barbies all night.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Where's Millie?
She's out looking for all of you.
The school on Normandie and 75th,
it's called City of Angels, Nornandie Middle School.
And I go there just to try new work.
And then the teacher there give me more assignments and then I come back home
and do those assignments.