Policeman 3

Gun snaps high as Policeman 3 barrels from screeching patrol cars, spotlight pinning the cigarette-dangling skinhead in brutal glare. Voice thunders 'Get down. Get down on the ground!'—overlapping POLICEMAN 1 and 2's frenzy—flanking the suspect with drawn steel amid Secret Service swarm. He crushes ambiguity under bootheel command, cigarette tumbling unlit as hands rocket skyward. Raw municipal muscle surges through diner-exterior chaos, channeling overlapping shouts into submissive collapse, his procedural vise locking security theater's climactic payoff without hesitation or mercy.