As Jenko and Schmidt walk into the penthouse...
VOICE (O.S.)
Holy fuckin’ SHIT!
They see a man’s head blocking the genitals in a pay-per-view
porno. He turns around with a shit-eating grin.IT’S MR.
WALTERS!!! Eating Cool Ranch. A dozenPIÑATAS on the bed.
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MR. WALTERS
Look how fat this guy’s dong is!
JENKO
Mr. Walters?
MR. WALTERS
Brad! What’s up, motherfucker!? Call me Walt. We’re not at school.
JENKO
You’re the supplier? But you were nice to me, you were--
MR. WALTERS
Stuck on a teacher’s salary, yeah. I teach all day and coach track and I still can barely pay alimony.
(re: TV)
Seriously though, look at that thing! It’s like four cans of tuna in a nylon sock.
Awkward nods of agreement.
SCHMIDT
So you-- how did you--
MR. WALTERS
It’s not like you gotta be Mr. Wizard, man. I stole some of that Bunsen crap from the chem lab and I just melted some shit together, tasted like crap so I dropped some of these babies in, and boom.
FLASHBACK: Walters steals supplies, mixes some shit together,
and pours Fierce Melon Gatorade and Cool Ranch in.
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MR WALTERS
One day I catch Eco Buttmunch here smoking a JJ behind the fieldhouse, and I’m like, you want to make some coin? Seriously if you guys just apply yourselves a little more, you’ll be sittin’ where I am.
CUTAWAY: Zack and his friends (and the prostitutes) are
huddled in a hotel restroom, listening in on their wire tap.
MR. WALTERS (THROUGH TAP)
About to make some real money without having to do shit.
ZACK
We got him by the balls now.
BACK TO SCENE
FOUR KNOCKS.
MR. WALTERS
Is that my quesadilla?
Eric lets in 7 1%ERS. BEARDED DONNIE BRASCOand TUG guard the
front door. KARL brings in a scale with 3 other bikers.
DOMINGO, burn marks on his face, arm in a cast, eye covered
in a RATTLESNAKE HEAD EYE PATCH, enters with a backpack.
Schmidt and Jenko try to stay out of Domingo’s eyeline.
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JENKO/SCHMIDT
(sotto)
I thought he was dead! / Did you see that chicken truck explode?!
MR. WALTERS
(chipper)
You guys look crazy scary! How many of you are there?!
ERIC
Domingo, this is Walters. He made the stuff.
DOMINGO
Your shit’s good. With my crew, we can take this all over the state and everybody makes money. As long as there’s no more amateur bullshit.
ERIC
I’m sorry about that, it won’t--
DOMINGO
Shut up, I’m talking.
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ERIC
Okay. No problem.
Domingo gets a glimpse Jenko and Schmidt out of his good eye.
DOMINGO
Who the fuck are those two?
ERIC
It’s cool, man. They’re my boys.
DOMINGO
Are they? I don’t like strangers.
ERIC
Well, how do you ever expect to make any new friends with that attitude. Everyone’s a stranger until you give them a chance, man.
DOMINGO
Shut the fuck up!
Domingo looks at them, cocks his head. Jenko and Schmidt try
to hide their faces.
DOMINGO (CONT’D)
You look familiar to me. Do I know you?
SCHMIDT
Hah. This is funny, actually. People constantly think they know me because I was in a french fries commercial when I was a kid so I’ve just, you know, got one of those faces.
Domingo laughs and opens his BACKPACK of cash. KNOCK KNOCK
KNOCK KNOCK! Bearded Brasco looks through the peephole.
MR. WALTERS
Is that my quesadilla?
MOLLY (O.S.)
I know you’re in there Doug or whatever your name is! I’m gonna kill you, YOU STUPID FUCKING COP!
FISH-EYE FREEZE FRAME ON MOLLY:
“PHASE 4: FUCK YEAH MOTHERFUCKER!”
Schmidt and Jenko take a step back. Uh-oh.
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SCHMIDT
That girl just called me a stupid fucking cock. Pretty rude.
MOLLY (O.S.)
DICKHEAD NARC MOTHERFUCKER!
JENKO
Did she just say nickhead dark motherfucker? That’s straight-up racist.
DOMINGO
Wait a sec-- I know these guys. Your boys are cops!
Domingo pulls his .357 as Jenko and Schmidt reach into their
longcoats and DRAW THEIR .45’s.
JENKO/SCHMIDT
POLICE, GET ON THE GROUND!
DOMINGO
YOU GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!
SCHMIDT
WE ASKED YOU FIRST!
ERIC
You’re cops? YOU’RE COPS?! WE PARTIED TOGETHER! YOU BOUGHT US TACO BELL!
SCHMIDT
THAT WAS A SINCERE GESTURE! I HONESTLY REALLY LIKE YOU!
ERIC
I let you into my world--
JENKO
(to Eric)
He’s not really your friend. He was just pretending.
DOMINGO
SHUT THIS KID UP!
Karl HEADBUTTS Eric’s nose. Eric screams and goes down.
MR. WALTERS
(freaked out, to Domingo)
WHOA I SWEAR I DID NOT KNOW THEY WERE COPS! I’M WITH YOU GUYS!
Eric tries to sneak out the front door but Molly bursts in,
knocking him over, and goes after Schmidt!
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MOLLY
I FUCKING HATE YOU!
Walters YANKS her by the hair, putting his gun to her head!
SCHMIDT
MOLLY!
MR. WALTERS
DROP THE GUNS OR I’LL SPRAY HER BRAINS ALL OVER THE ROOM!
DOMINGO
YOU’RE TAKING A HOSTAGE? YOU SEE THAT ON SOME GODDAMN TV SHOW? ge MR. WALTERSD I DON’T KNOW! I’M TRYING TO HELP! I’VE NEVER DONE THIS SHIT BEFORE!
(to Jump Streeters)
COME ON, DROP THE GUNS OR SHE’S DEAD!
Molly is ASLEEP. Stage 5 of HFS.
JENKO
She looks dead already!
MR. WALTERS
No, wait, I hear her breathing. She’s just passed out from the drug, we’re good. DROP THE GUNS!
Jenko and Schmidt seem to be the only guys with their head
straight. Jenko takes command of the room.
JENKO
OKAY! Okay. Just everyone relax. We’re putting the guns down, and you’re going to let these kids go, and no one’s going to die.
Schmidt and Jenko put their guns down. Walters looks
pointedly to Domingo. Molly, asleep, snuggles up to Walters,
who has a hard time holding the gun and a floppy Molly.
DOMINGO
(to Walters)
Put that gun away, you’re going to hurt yourself.
(then, re: Jump Streeters)
D.B., shoot these motherfuckers.
SCHMIDT
That’s so unfair! We laid our guns down in good faith!
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Brasco aims two guns at the guys. It’s sobering.
BEARDED DONNIE BRASCO
Shit!
Brasco AIMS at Domingo and RIPS his beard off to reveal...
TOM HANSON
TOM HANSON, D.E.A! ON YOUR KNEES!
DOMINGO
WHAT THE FUCK?!
DOUG PENHALL
Dammit! DOUG PENHALL, DEA. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!
Reveal OFFICER DOUG PENHALL, aka TUG of the bikers!
MR. WALTERS
COME ON!
JENKO
Holy shit! Nice!!!
TOM HANSON
Shut up! You two fuck heads just ruined a 5-year investigation!
DOUG PENHALL
Next week we were going to take down their nationwide organization!
DOMINGO
DB, but... you played saxophone at my sister’s wedding...
TOM HANSON
I know man. I’m sorry.
(to Jenko/Schmidt)
You fucking idiots! You two know how hard it is to infiltrate a gang like this? You know how much time I spent away from my family? Look at this solid gold tooth! You think I wanted this shit? We had to get tattoos on our dicks!
JENKO
We know what it’s like being undercover, man. We’re Metro Police, Jump Street division--
TOM HANSON
Whoa whoa whoa you’re Jump Street? Get the hell out of here! I was--
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He absentmindedly lowers his gun for a second andA BULLET
TEARS THROUGH HANSON’S NECK! Domingo’s gun is smoking.
JENKO/SCHMIDT/ALL
OH MY GOD!
DOUG PENHALL
TOMMY!!!
TOM HANSON
Doug, I’m hit.
Domingo’s whole crew PEPPERS HANSON WITH BULLETS!Walters
ducks for cover, taking Molly down with him. Schmidt and
Jenko expertly run to cover. Walters dives in the kitchenette
with Molly. ON PENHALL staring at Domingo. They both shoot.
Penhall gets shot in both knees and eats it. He falls behind
an end table.
DOUG PENHALL
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
TOM HANSON
Phenghallglglgl!!!
Hanson tries to shoot back. His wrist and elbow are so
wrecked he can’t hold the gun right. He fires willy-nilly as
he gets RIDDLED WITH EVEN MORE BULLETS.
MR. WALTERS
This is crazy!
MOLLY
(sleep-talking)
Will you get me a water?
Penhall and Hanson lie on the floor together, both firing at
bikers lamely. Doug hits Domingo in the arm. Schmidt and
Jenko pull out extra guns and fire back.
Walters, still with Molly, grabs the bag of cash, and looks
over to Eric.
MR. WALTERS
(sotto to Eric)
Bro! Let’s get the hell out of here while these suckers all kill each other.
MOLLY
(sleep-talking)
I’ll play my music as loud as I want...
Eric thinks then dashes out with Walters, Molly and the cash
while Schmidt and Jenko gunfight with Domingo and bikers.
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Schmidt and Jenko fire at the bikers as they watch Hanson and
Penhall ON THE FLOOR:
TOM HANSON
Penhallgh. I knowwgh I get a lot of the attenghtion. And girlsgh and am just generagglly fugkkin awesomeghh. But wellh, you’gll nevher believghe it, but I was alwaysh jealoush of yough.
DOUG PENHALL
What? I was always jealous of you.
Jenko and Schmidt listen and look at each other.
JENKO
That’s how I felt!
SCHMIDT
No, that’s how I felt!
Hanson and Penhall cry a little.
TOM HANSON
I wantgh you to knowhh that I lo- AWWGHHRRAIIEEE!
A FINAL SHOT TO THE HEAD KILLS HANSON!Penhall looks stunned.
Our guys are horrified.
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DOMINGO
Where’s the kid? Where’s the cook? Where’s my fucking money?!
Domingo, Karl and the other biker start to bail from the
room. On Schmidt and Jenko nod to each other:Let’s do this.
SCHMIDT
Let’s make a baby.
JENKO
What?
SCHMIDT
I wanted to say something cool, nevermind, let’s go.
They jump out from cover and kick fucking ass, dodging
bullets and firing weapons. Jenko shoots a 1%er dead. Schmidt
gets tripped up and Jenko kills the last one.
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SCHMIDT (CONT’D)
You just killed those guys!
JENKO
Yeah. Feels different than I expec-
Jenko THROWS UP. So does Schmidt. Schmidt and Jenko run
after, leaving Penhall alone, kneecaps blown off.
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