S.W.A.T. (film)

2003 American action-crime-thriller film directed by Clark Johnson
(Redirected from SWAT)

S.W.A.T. is a 2003 action film about the Los Angeles Police Department SWAT team being assigned to safeguard an international fugitive.

Directed by Clark Johnson. Written by David Ayer and David McKenna.


[Brian Gamble and Jim Street argue over the aftermath of the bank robbery that has threatened to get them dismissed from service]
Brian Gamble: Terrible day, I need a cocktail.
Jim Street: I'm staying.
Gamble: [In disbelief] You're what? After that?
Street: In time, Fuller will have some new asses to chew on, and he'll put us back on the team.
Gamble: Fuller, is a cop pincher in this department, brother and he's never gonna give us a second chance.
Street: So, what are you gonna do, piss away the hard work you did to get here?
Gamble: Piss WHAT away, Jimmy? The cage? C'mon man, we're better than that and you know it. Wanna join me? Oh, I guess that a real partner wouldn't have to ask that would he?
Street: A real partner would stood up for what he did at the bank.
Gamble: I saved that hostage.
Street: You disobeyed the hold.
Gamble: No. I saved that hostage.
Street: [shouts] You disobeyed the hold! You made that decision yourself, and you shot a hostage, Jesus Brian!
Gamble: [Shocked] Woah, you sounded a lot like Fuller. Isn't that what you were talking about in there, you rat me out, you cut a deal to get back on the team, Jim?
Street: Did I cut a deal?
Gamble: Yeah, did you?
Street: How many times have I cover up for you and all your goddamn stunts?
Gamble: [shrugs] That's what a real partner ... [picks up badge] You just picked a paycheck over me, bro. [tosses badge to Street]
Street: You just picked yourself over everything else.
Gamble: You wanna stay here, be Fuller's bitch? You go right ahead, but I can't do it, nope can't do it. Goddmanit goddamnit god-[slaps locker in anger]-damnit, Jim.
Street: We were partners for five years, and this is how you wanna end it?
Gamble: Nuh, uh. I didn't end it. You sold me out to the press.
Street: You know, I never realize until now how full of shit you are. [tosses badge back to Gamble, who comes over and grabs Street by the shirt in anger]
Gamble: Fuck you, and SWAT. [pushes Street back and breaks a mirror behind him]

[Michael Boxer and TJ McCabe chance upon Jim Street]
Michael Boxer: I just want to know what you did to my little sister.
Jim Street: She's 28, Boxer, okay? And trust me, she's not so little.
TJ McCabe: [laughing] Oh no, you didn't...

[Hondo monitors the team as they play poker by sniper rifle]
Daniel "Hondo" Harrelson: [Deke shoots a card] Ten of spades. Spade flush.
Jim Street: Hondo, isn't that a straight flush?
Hondo: Hold the phone. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten of spades. Deke!
Deacon "Deke" Kaye: Beats four aces in Compton any day!

[Deke Kaye is impressed with a prototype device Street introduced to the team for a takedown]
Deacon "Deke" Kaye: We need to sell that shit on eBay.
Jim Street: I only have one.
Deke: We'll split the profits fifty-fifty, corner the market. Break 'em down like a shotgun - The Polish Penetrator!

[Chris Sanchez notices something while the team drives on the way to Hawthorne Airport]
Chris Sanchez: Did they build an airport downtown in the past two days?
Daniel "Hondo" Harrelson: I don't think so, Sanchez, why?
Sanchez: That Learjet on your right. It's flying real low.

[Hondo sees TJ McCabe lying in the disabled Learjet]
TJ McCabe: How's Boxer?
Daniel "Hondo" Harrelson: What do you care?
McCabe: C'mon, Hondo, just give me that.
Hondo: He's going to make it.
McCabe: Good.
Hondo: Just couldn't resist, could ya? So what do you wanna do?
McCabe: Goddamnit, Sarge. [commits suicide]

[After dropping off Montiel, the team receives a report of a stand-off on the way back]
Daniel "Hondo" Harrelson: Technically, our watch has been over for 12 hours.
Jim Street: So?
Hondo: Yeah ... What the hell. [prepares weapon] Mount up!


  • Even Cops Dial 911.
  • You're either S.W.A.T. or you're not.


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