Transcript (en)

Guess not. Thank you. You got it. Can't hold a liquor? Mm-hmm. Can't hold a donut? If you ask me, I guess we ain't good and bad, neither. Oh, don't go there, officer. Don't go there. Kima. Kima, how did you know you wanted to be a cop? I mean, how did you choose that? When you were little, did you think about it at all? I remember when I was in the Northeast. Still field training as a cadet. I didn't know if I was going to stick with it or not. And then we got this one call. He chased his purse snatch up into these apartments. I got separated from my FTO and shit, I ain't even no police yet, you know? I just a trainee and I alone Anyway I mean I don know how but I find a guy So I catch him, and I hold on to him, and I manage to get to my radio. And we in the middle of this parking lot, and we're rolling around and shit, and this motherfucker's steady kicking my ass, trying to get away. And I look over, and I see these black patterns and his uniform blue pants. Look up, and it's Charlie Smoot. Charlie fucking Smoot. You know, this guy's a legend. He looks down at me and he smiles, you know, real quiet, like, and he drops his cuffs. He says, here you go, Rook. That's all he says. Here you go, Rook. And then he dropped the bracelets and walked away. I mean, I know you don't like it. Shit. I was proud.