End of Watch Monologues

Shot documentary-style, this film follows the daily grind of two young police officers in LA who are partners and friends, and what happens when they meet criminal forces greater than themselves.

I am the police, and I'm here to arrest you. You've broken the law. I did not write the law. I may even disagree with the law but I will enforce it. No matter how you plead, cajole, beg or attempt to stir my sympathies, nothing you do will stop me from placing you in a steel cage with gray bars. If you run away I will chase you. If you fight me I will fight back. If you shoot at me I will shoot back. By law I am unable to walk away. I am a consequence. I am the unpaid bill. I am fate with a badge and a gun. Behind my badge is a heart like yours. I bleed, I think, I love, and yes I can be killed. And although I am but one man, I have thousands of brothers and sisters who are the same as me. They will lay down their lives for me, and I them. We stand watch together. The thin-blue-line, protecting the prey from the predators, the good from the bad. We are the police.

I want somebody to talk to, not just sleep with. Do you fucking understand what I'm saying?

If they're anything like you, I wouldn't be able to stand a fucking hour with them.

It's been two hours. We're still waiting for the detectives to release the crime scene so we can go back on patrol.

But there's a pattern. An MO here. First date is dinner and a respectful kiss. Second date is dinner and full carnal knowledge. And the third date is dinner and uncomfortable silences when I try and discuss anything of merit. Then it's two or three booty calls and it's on to the next.

Okay, ready? I want somebody to talk to. Not just sleep with. Do you fucking understand what I'm saying?

Really, dude? I'm sorry that the perfect girl wasn't dropped in front of me when I was 18-years old.

Sir, I don't want to cause any trouble here, but we just fucking rolled up here. I don't know what's going on. It's the second cowboy like this we've run into in a week.

I know I'm just a ghetto street cop, but you gotta give me something here.

Never fall asleep in a room full of cops!

This is the lifeblood of our organization. Paperwork.

Not every call's a foot pursuit or a car chase. Some guys at other agencies have never even drawn their weapon or been in a gun fight.

In the South end, we'll get involved in more capers in one deployment period than most cops see their entire career.

This is my day job. Some of you might know me as Brian or Taylor, but here I am Police Officer 2 Brian Taylor. This is where the forces of good prepare to fight the forces of evil. This is my partner, Officer Zavala.

This is a department-issue sidearm Glock 19. Spyderco tactical knife. This little thing can break windows, here. Two Smith & Wesson handcuffs. Can of OC spray. Pepper spray. Two extra mags.

Curbside likes these vehicles because they blend in, you can put a lot of people in them, and this door slides back and the gang members open fire.