Man 1: Finally. I was starting to think no one would show.
Man 2: What have we got?
Man 1: The Third Street Gang and the Diamond Street Gang. Mexican kids with nothing better to do than howl at each other, but no bloodshed so far. Shit. Hope you brought plenty of ammunition, sir.
Man 2: LAPD! Drop your weapons!
Man 3: God damn it! Here come more of them!
Man 2: Call out the guns. Clip's dry. Car eleven K calling KGPL. I need an ambulance at sixteen twenty-four West Third Street. Code Four, shots fired and suspects are down.
Lady 1: Roger on the ambulance, eleven-K. All units be advised, Code Four on the major four-fifteen on West Third Street. Suspects are down.