"the angels swarm. the cops arrive."
The steps of the Madrid apartment building on 18th.
A man screaming.
A woman sobbing.
Agent M squeezes the brakes. His bike fishtails.
The angels swarm. Contain the situation.
The cops arrive. Handcuff the man.
Woman: “Please don’t lock him up. He didn’t do nothing wrong. We just fighting.”
Man: “I didn’t do [bleep] wrong.”
They lead him away.
Man: “Here I go, Roxy.”
The angels remain.
Woman: “Why are cops such [bleep], man?”
T-Bone: “We’re just doing our jobs.”
Woman: “Yeah, but you’re not cops.”
Braveheart: “We’re with the cops.”