I worked for fifteen years in Southern California Law Enforcement. During those years I worked Night Patrol, SWAT, Narcotics (Raids as well as UC work), Gang Unit, and any dangerous detail I could find. I was in alot of shootings. But I pointed guns and yelled at many more bad guys than I ever shot. So in this thread I will discuss the gunpoint dialog...or what to say.

If he has a weapon in his hands, skip all of this and just shoot him. You will thank me when you are 80. So will your yet-to-be-born kids and grandkids. And so will the supermodel –wife you have not yet met.

First, I want to point out that unless your adversary is some criminal incarnation of Mister Rogers, he is not afraid of you. He has contempt for you and everything you hold important. And more...your life and that of your family means absolutely nothing to him. That is the guy I want you to prepare for, and not the wishy washy pseudo thug with the saggy pants halfway down his ass and the sideways hat babooning about what a bad ass he is, while he looks for an excuse to break contact and leave with his balls still in his sack.

If the bad guy capitulates and either breaks contact and runs away…or surrenders, it is for one simple reason. He thinks you are going to kill him. If you convey compassion, or fear, or anything other than a hateful yearning and readiness to empty your magazine into his freaking face, he will not believe you…and he will test you. Sure, you have been to the Spiderman school of gunfighting…or worse, to the law abiding at all costs Adam 12 school of gunfighting, and you know all about “passing the test”. Great for you. But the real bad guy will be different than that overweight ex-internal affairs guy that taught your class. You must come to terms with killing him. I dare say you must be quite comfortable with the idea. The bad guy knows all about bullshit, and he will see right through yours.

How do we fix that? Simple. Go out and kill something! This is usually where the Animal Friends and Sierra Club types leave the room. I have hunted men and I have hunted animals…and at the point of decision…there is no difference. Get your legal hunting license…go out into the woods…find a nice little Bambi-esque creature…and blow its brains out. You can even eat it afterwards if you like, which is not what you want to do with the bad guy. But I digress. Killing begins in the mind. If you can kill in your mind, the rest is easy. I wish I had said that, but it was Jones in the Hunted. Nonetheless, he got it right.

Why all the talk of killing? After all…this is a discussion on dialog!!

True…but it is a dialog that you will not be able to fake unless the killer you are pointing in on is a big fat pussy. Learn to kill, so you can do it if you have to, and so you don’t need to fake it when you do. Moving on.

Next, is being convincing about your intent. You will not convey that with your safety on, finger off the trigger, and at low ready. Yeah…I know…”liabilitieeeeeeeee”. I will say this right now. Get that crap out of your brain. More people have been hurt because they are afraid of getting in trouble than because they were not. If you are afraid of getting sued or getting in trouble otherwise, I will tell you this right now. Leave your pistol for target shooting and carry a whistle. The guys hammering on the drum of liability-fear have probably never killed anyone, nor had anyone try to kill them. Point in – finger on if you feel like it – and get your war face on!

Finger on – finger off? OK…here is my no-shitter. If you are a spastic, tremor-prone, and jumpier than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs – keep your finger off the trigger until the last minute. Everyone else…finger on the trigger. That position…pointed in, finger on the trigger is how I took down…alive I may add…contract killers, gang members, robbers, drive by shooters, and a myriad of other unsavories. They did not yet have a weapon visible, and had not made any sudden moves…nor anything beforehand that would cause me to assume anything. They surrendered because they knew if they did not, I would kill them dead and go get a cheeseburger.

What did I say to them? Well…in all honesty…a man with a pissed off face, pointing a Glock at you, with his finger on the trigger speaks volumes. Even the deaf would understand.

I said, “DON’T MOVE”. Sometimes there was a “F*CKING” inserted between don’t and move, but that is added as needed and not a requirement. If they moved, they got shot. Simple. Most of the time they didn’t move. That stops the action. You are not there to have a meaningful discussion with them…to get into their minds, nor to give evidence to what a great orator you are. Nobody cares. Your job is to drive the fear of the death you are serving up deep into their black souls and that cannot be faked.

“DON’T MOVE”. And its OK to sound guttural and evil. In fact…it is helpful.

As a private citizen, I could not care less what they have done before…my job is to get home and have a nice glass of Plumpjack…or Rohmbauer. I do not get paid to arrest anyone anymore and my days of “saving humanity” are long past. So at this point, my plan is to leave. Or…if I want to stay, to get them to leave. That is easily accomplished by something like this….


Notice I am using street speak, and not some stupid crap like, “Sir, you must evacuate these premises at once lest you be found to be trespassing and be held in contempt for the magistrate”. Remember…they are not afraid of you, or your shiny Kel-Tec. They are afraid of the crazy guy who is actually looking forward to this conclusion.

If you want to hold them for the authorities and they are really afraid of you, here is the dialog.

Turn Around (facing you is bad)
Hands up - On the ground - Hands out - Feet crossed
Then wait for the 911 heroes to arrive.

All of this has been combat proven gents…be ready to kill for reals. If you are not, get that way. Then be able to project that physically and verbally with very few words while keeping your cool.

Oh, if he does not comply, and does not run away, and decides to come and get you, blow his brains right out of his skull. to avoid it all...but in the win, they lose.