All language subtitles for Bosch S03E05 Blood Under The Bridge WEBRip-NTb

What time do you have?

Uh...

it's time.

**

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* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I can't let go *

* I feel *

Good.

Come on, Maddie!

I got one!

*

Ah, boom!

She's good, your daughter.

Thanks. Yours, too.

So, uh, that thing
we talked about?

Not an issue.

Appreciate it, guy.

- Really.
- Don't mention it, sport.

Ah. What a dick.

Way to go, Mads.

**

Hi, Mom.

Didn't hear me honk?

Sorry. Music.

- Hey, Grace.
- Hey, John.

How are you?

Can't complain.

Good. Have a good visit?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Why don't you go
get your stuff?

It's kind of early.

You got homework.

Okay.

She's got
an SAT practice exam.

That's the first thing.

Burger while you wait?

No. I'm good.

Where's Ellen?

Here I am.

- Oh. Ellen.
- Grace.

Iced tea?

No. It's good.
I got to run.

Oh, come on. You have
time for an iced tea.

Sit for a minute.

Okay.

Do I need a taster?

Why, you think
I'd slip you a roofie?

Well, it crossed my mind.

Nah. You're not my type.

Cheers.

So, ladies, how's work?

- It's fine.
- Fine.

I'm starving.

Yeah. Me, too.

That's why I like In-N-Out:

you're in, you're out.

Any luck?

I've left messages.

This is way better,
Dad. Trust me.

You love In-N-Out.

The Animal Fries.
What's better than that?

Yeah, I know, but--

But, Maddie, you've never
even been here before.

It's true, but everyone
at school keeps
talking about it:

Danny Meyer, first
Shake Shack in L.A.

Any relation
to Oscar?

- Who?
- Sorry.

I'm not up
on my trendy eateries.

Philistine.

I'm a throwback.
Check my fur.

I love that bracelet,
Anita.

Oh, thanks, Maddie.

Thrift store catch.
It's so retro.

Well, actually,
it's not--

What are you going to get?

I don't know.
A shake, I guess.

We should go in
and look at the menu.

- Will you hold our place?
- Yes, ma'am.

- She hates me.
- No, not at all.

It's okay.
I'll win her over.

You've been running a shadow
investigation behind my back.

- I'm not.
- Trying to protect your boy?

Not true.

He not only didn't
tell me what he had,

he pumped my partner
about the marks
on Gunn's neck.

We were just talking, Jimmy.
That's all, just talking.

Shit speaks for itself.

I ran the outburst, too.

You've been stalking Gunn
for years,

and then the last
six months, nothing.
What's that?

I don't know, Jimmy.
You tell me.

Well, you decided

the hell
with making a case.

Punched Gunn's
ticket yourself.

Are you saying I did that?

Hey, I'm still working it.

I want what they have, LT,

even if it points
at your buddy here.

Hey, stop. Just stop.

This is blood
under the bridge.

Can we move on?

I don't know. Can we?

I apologize for not
looping you in sooner

as to what
we were thinking.

Listening.

Holland had Gunn killed,

and then he staged it
to implicate Bosch.

The glass
with Harry's prints,

the owl, the quote.

That's a frame?

"God sees" in Latin?

Give me a break.

Fuck your owl.
I'm not buying it.

- Motive?
- To smear Bosch,

discredit his testimony
before the trial.

And who hit Gunn?

Wasn't Holland.
He's under house arrest.

Tafero.

Rudy was around when I
caught the Gunn case.

He knows what it meant to me.

So they whacked Gunn
to frame you.

That's a long drive,
brother.

You know what?
You don't need to buy it.

You just need to solve it.
Can you do that?

- Gunn's murder?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yes, ma'am.
- All right.

And Anderson,

I don't care where
he got the tip.

- You back him off.
- Roger that.

I can tell you exactly
where he got it.

Why don't you go
to hell, Harry?

All right, great.

Now that we are all one
big happy family again,

let's put the personal
shit aside and get to it.

Hey, Harry, the kid that was
killed the other night

by the Hollywood Bowl.

it's connected
to the Meadows murder?

Be a coincidence
if it's not.

Wounds indicate
an expertise in killing,

knowledge of anatomy.

Looks military.

Stabbed in the neck here.

Hit the vagus nerve,
immobilizes the victim.

Down stroke cuts the bleeders.

Two quick cuts. Precise.

Bled out in 30 seconds.

Wow. Jesus, Harry,
where'd you learn that?

Q Corps, Special Forces.

Close Quarter Combat 101.

I think the killer
had spec ops training.

Okay, but why?
Why kill the kid?

Possible witness.

Was he?

- He didn't see a thing.
- Uh.

I should have been
more careful

and not talked to him
in public.

- I put him at risk.
- Okay, don't go there.

It goes where it goes.

Detective, join me.

No, thanks.

This won't take long.

How long you looking
at a job

for the murder
of Edward Gunn?

You've been told
to shut it down.

I'm not shutting
anything down.

It's a cover-up?

The suspect
is not with the LAPD.

- You lied to me.
- I was mistaken.

This is so fucked up.

- I apologize.
- You apologize?

Fuck you.

This is my ass. What if
I had run that story?

Lucky you didn't.

Ha.

If it comes out

that you falsely accused
one of your own--

And how would that
happen?

Word gets around.

Don't fuck with me, Anderson.

Veteran detective

points finger
at a fellow officer

and then recants,

possibly under pressure.

What's really going on
in the Gunn case?

LAPD cover-up?

That's my story.

Go ahead and write it.

And ever department source
you ever had

will dry up
like the L.A. River.

The Koreatown Killer,
aka KTK,

first became active
four years ago.

Half a dozen
robbery assaults.

Four carjackings,
three shootings,
two murders.

Incidents occurring
roughly every six months.

How do we know
it's the same guy
every time?

Same gun all three shootings.

Prints on one bike
match prints

found on another
victim's vehicle.

DNA from several scenes.

Eyewitness descriptions
pretty consistent, too.

It's the same guy.

And we still don't
have a suspect?

Not in the system.

Never been arrested

or served in the military

or worked for the Post Office
or taught school.

I get it.
Always on a bicycle?

It's his signature.

Well, why Koreatown?

Are these hate crimes?

Are they targeting
Koreans?

We don't think so.

The victims have been
white and black

as well as Korean.

He's an opportunist,
not a racist.

He may just live
in the neighborhood.

The latest
carjacking victim

helped us develop
a new sketch.

Let's get this
out to the public.

Not a good idea, sir.

We'll be overwhelmed
with false sightings.

We'll keep it close,
circulate it internally.

It's your call.

Soon you won't have to sit
through any more of these.

How's that?

The short list
is getting shorter.

Bradley Walker wants
Nestor Delgado.

No comment?
You don't care?

I don't know
where to start.

Delgado?

He's young. He's smart.

One of ours. Came up
through the ranks.

A rising star
in the department.

Thanks to friends in high
places like Walker.

He's a climber, not a cop.

Plus he's green. He doesn't
know what he doesn't know.

He's not my first choice,

- but--
- Besides, I thought

you couldn't
appoint a Latino.

That was before the election.

Now I can do whatever
the fuck I want.

And you want Delgado?

Walker does,

and the rest of the
commission will go along.

You're playing me, Hector.

You know damn well
Delgado is not a good choice.

I want you, Irv.

But if you won't
take the job--

Grab those drinks
for me, will you?

Sharkey's mother?

Blames herself.

Do me a favor.
Let her know

about the Victims
Assistance Fund

- for the funeral costs.
- Done.

Gentlemen, this is
Detective Bosch.

He wants to ask you
a few questions.

Taco Supreme
was Sharkey's jam.

Hey, respect, man.

Sorry about your friend.

Sure you are.

Last time you saw Sharkey,

you were running
your flimflam, right?

Now we can cut you
some slack on that,

but we need to know
what happened that night.

Anything you can tell us?

Car he got into?

Black Beemer.

Fuck.
What the fuck, man?

There you go.
You do know something.

There's only about a million

of those douche-y cars
around here.

Did you make the driver?

Couldn't really see him.

It was with
tinted windows.

Tall? Short? Black?
White? Anything?

This is how
you do your friend?

Look at this.

Aw, shit.

I don't want to see that.

Look at this.

This is him,

killed like an animal,

and you play dumb?

I can kind of picture
the dude in my head.

I'm not sure
how to describe him.

Then don't,
motherfucker.

Keep your
fucking mouth shut.

Take this punk back
to West Hollywood

and drop him on the street.

Our pleasure.

Give me that.

I'm going to show you
some photos, okay?

Go ahead.

The driver may or may
not be in the pictures.

I don't want you to feel
like you got to pick one.

Maybe this one right here.

And him.

You sure?

Could have been.

I'll use a security guy

to establish
when Donatella arrived

and when Holland left
and came back that night.

The missing 20 minutes.

Which will contradict

his original statement
to the detectives.

When he was
staging the scene.

Mm-hmm. After
the security guy,
the DNA evidence.

Defense will say
the sex was consensual.

And we'll say
that Donatella thought

she was engaging
in consensual sex,

but Holland had intended
to kill her all along.

Intention.
It's a high bar.

Annabelle Crowe
will testify

how he choked her during sex
until she passed out

and how his actions afterwards

indicate
he thought she was dead.

He was prepared
to get rid of her body.

Excellent.

That establishes his
homicidal proclivities,

the premeditation--

Is there a problem?

She's nervous.

Shit.

How nervous?

Holland's people
let her know

that they know
she works as an escort.

Witness intimidation?

I don't think
it rises to that.

As far as we know,
they haven't threatened her.

When did you
speak to her last?

Bosch is staying
in touch with her.

It's not going to be
a problem.

Word to the wise, Anita.

Anything other

than a professional
relationship

with Detective Bosch...

is a bad idea.

And not my style.

Careful.

Might be an IA sting.

IA's after you,
pal, not me.

Obviously this is mine.

Fell out of my pocket.

If you say so.

What you got there?

Autopsy notes on Sharkey.

Wounds indicate the weapon
had a curved blade,

3 inches from tip to hilt.

And the car Sharkey got
into on Saturday night,

one of his boys thinks maybe
Xavi Moreno was driving.

Might not be enough
for a warrant.

But enough to go
rattle his cage.

Coming?

Am I invited?

You can thank Robertson.

Why Robertson?

For being an even bigger
asshole than you are.

Follow me.

Looks like fun.

They explode
without warning.

I wasn't talking
about the board.

Neither was I.

Jerry.

No curved blades.

That would have
been too easy.

You're in my backyard.

- You take it.
- Got it.

LAPD. Xavier Moreno?

Sí, señor.

I wanted to ask you
a question

about this photograph.

Hmm. Yeah? So?

Trevor Dobbs says
you worked for him.

That was another life.

You don't work
for him anymore?

Why would I want
to work for him

when I got all this?
When I got her?

Billy Meadows--

when did you see him last?

I don't know. Maybe when
that picture was taken.

Too bad about Billy, huh?

What do you fish?

Shark. Mako, thresher.

I run charters.

Overnights
with weekend warriors

out of Newport
and Huntington.

That where you were
Saturday night? Charter?

Nah. Date night.

Zankou Chicken

- and then--
- From when to when?

Eating or fucking?

6 p.m. until ai, papi.

So that's what, 6:15?

Ha-ha. Funny man.
Midnight.

- Midnight?
- Mm-hmm. She'll tell you.

About the same time
the street kid

was stabbed to death
in Hollywood.

Shit happens in Hollywood.

We've been talking to him
about Billy Meadows' murder.

No shit.
He was a suspect?

- Witness.
- Ah.

He was there that night.

Bad luck for you, huh?

Killer knew his way
around a blade.

Hit this kid's bleeders.

You must know the move--

two cuts across the neck
down the shoulder.

Serious move, brother.
Ever try it for real?

You?

That move,
when it's done right--

Tell me.

No artery spray.

None of that movie bullshit.

You could be 5 feet away
and not know what happened.

Turn around,
guy's on the ground

bleeding out.
Nothing you can do.

Exactly what happened
to our witness.

You want to test my knives?

In time.

Get a warrant.

And have at it.

Mamacita.

- I like him for it.
- No doubt.

Think he still
has the weapon?

If he does, he bleached it.

Nah. Crate and Barrell
are gone.

Clue the video.
Maybe explain to Pop.

You sure you want all of it?

Happy to share.

Every frame.
Put it on that.

I'll watch it tonight.

You understand what this is.

This is surveillance
footage of a street corner,

hours and hours of it.

I got nothing but time.

Mmm.

Don't start.

And a thousand
tiny violins

- begin to play.
- Fuck your mother.

It's a sad,
sad song, brother.

That the Gunn
murder book?

Yeah. You need it?

No. Don't open it.

I'll look
when I get home.

All right.
Love you, Lis'.

Anderson?

Done.

That story's dead.

Fresh look.

Well, can't hurt.

Grace Billets.

Shit.

Your wife know you're here?

Oh, my wife
knows everything.

That's too bad.
What can I do for you?

I'm still trying
to find that guy

who came here
with Eddie Gunn.

Seems like a long
time ago now.

Why don't you have
a look-see in here?

That's that director,
the one who killed that girl.

It wasn't him.
I'd remember.

And what about this guy?

Ah, no.

He's hunky, though.

One more?

Three time's a charm.

No. Sorry.

That it?

For now.

Thanks, Janice.

You're welcome, detective.

What's your name?

Robertson.

Got a first name?

Santiago.

But everyone calls me Jimmy.

Okay, then, Santiago.

See you around.

Yep.

Coach says I'm good enough
to play on the travel team.

Can you make it so I can
see what they're doing?

Coach says it'll look
good on my college apps.

Scholarships,

hello.

Your travel team, I heard you.

It's only on
the weekends.

I won't miss any school.
Don't worry.

You got that right.

- How's that?
- Can you zoom in?

Sure.

Nice. Gracias.

De nada.

You really want to
give up your weekends?

I'd miss you.

You mean when you
and Anita aren't working?

Really? I'll discuss it
with your mother.

Cool. Homework.

Xavi.

Captain.

I understand
you had a visit.

Just chumming the waters.

And that's how
shit surfaces.

If they had anything,

they'd have come
with a warrant.

South Bay?

On my way.

Take Woody with you.

What?

Look, I'd rather solo,
Captain.

He's baked
all day every day.

Useless.

Less me, more we,
Moreno.

Who was it took out

Abdul Ghazni
in Kandahar?

We did.

- The three of us.
- Yes, sir.

Thanksgiving's coming.

If we keep our shit
together,

we're all gonna have
a lot to be thankful for.

Hey, Pierce.

Hey.

What's all this?

Fresh eyes on Gunn.

Robertson's
working some angle.

- Oh, yeah? Why?
- I'm not sure.

He doesn't exactly
keep me up to speed.

Any usable prints
from Gunn's?

Just Gunn's.

So go back. Redo it.

Reprint Gunn's apartment.

I can do that?

Shit, yeah.
It's your case, too.

Yeah, but shouldn't I--

But have Potter do it.
He's the best.

Have him recheck everything
at point of entry.

Look small, find big.

Better make sure
that thing's waterproof.

That bitch Benitez.

I mean, I can't even
use my own hot tub?

Cruel and unusual punishment.

You need to eat
something, Mr. H.

Want me to make
your protein shake?

Would you, Marissa?
You're a lifesaver.

What about you,
Mr. Fowkkes? Rudy?

Not for me.

No, thanks.

Feeling a little queasy.

I can get you
something else.

Maybe a bigger towel.

Annabelle Crowe is not
going to be a problem.

You're certain?

100%. She's been receptive
to our inducements.

The offer didn't come
from us directly.

Uh, a third party.

She has no idea.

Couldn't believe it.

Just a stroke
of good fortune.

Excellent.

What about Bosch?

We're ready
to go after him

in social media.

Level of interest
in your case, Andrew,

is, uh, quite high.

My publicist could help.

Again, this cannot look
like it came from us.

All right.

Tell me the story
you came up with.

Just the slug line.

Movie-of-the-week detective
becomes murder suspect.

Oh, come on, it's tired.

Don't you think?

A bit dull.

I'm open to suggestions,
Andrew.

Oh, don't get your panties
in a twist, J.R.

I don't expect you
to be a creative.

What about...

hashtag
down and dirty detective?

Now that's click bait.

Fucking perfect.

I always say you're
a genius, Andrew.

One of the few directors

worthy of the appellation
"auteur."

All right, now let's
not overdo it, J.R.

What?

Mr. H.

Thank you, Marissa.

Mm.

Mm.

Ah.

Anyone care to join me?

Maybe he's
overcompensating.

You think?

Zankou Chicken.

I'm not hungry.

It's a peace offering.

Jerry, you can't
bribe me with fast food.

What did
the counter guy say?

Remembers the girl.

I get that. Xavi Moreno?

Not so much.

- Video?
- No.

Some alibi.

Aye Papi. I was thinking.

How could he afford
to live in that zip code

running weekend charters?

Maybe he's selling
shark fins to Asia.

I had Sacciano do
a financial workup

this past April to October--
Dobbs, Marino, and Woodrow

were on payroll of a company
called A4 Dynamics.

A4 Dynamics.
What is that?

I'm still working on that.

My bet, it's a shell
company for Dobbs Corp.

Copies of Dobbs'
credit card statements...

for April and October.

The highlighted charges.

DXB.

Dubai International.

Duty-free.

At your service, ladies.

You made it.

So move on over.

- Let me get in here.
- Okay.

So here's what I got.

Sorry I'm late.

Like an idiot, I thought
I would just nip onto the 405

and take the 10,

and La Brea was all
backed up, of course.

What a nightmare.

Well,
don't worry about it.

Connie's not here
yet, either.

How are you, Irv?

Ready for this part
to be over.

Almost there.
Today should be simple.

It's a lot easier when there
are no children involved.

Minor children, I meant.

I know.

Get my message
about your pension?

Yeah.

Look, I just feel

that Connie's entitled
to her fair share.

Your next wife
might disagree.

Fat chance.

Life goes on, Irv.

A man like you--

especially
for a man like you

in your position--

I don't see that happening.

Hello, Irv.

Craig.

Good to see you.

Where's Connie?

Uh, she's not coming.

Uh, she's given me
power of attorney.

We still have
things to discuss.

She said yes to
everything you asked for.

She's not contesting
anything.

All we need
is your signature,

and, uh, this will be done.

We'll get it filed today.

Good?

Fine.

Irv.

Wait.

Look, I didn't mean
to, uh, ambush you,

but Connie didn't want me
to tell you ahead of time.

Why?

Uh, she's tired
of talking about it.

She just wants
to move on.

How is she?

She's good.

You know, doing well.

It helps to have family.

Yes, it does.

Are you in touch
with yours?

I am.

That's good. Good.

All right, then.

Uh, best of luck.

Craig, uh...

Well, you have my number

if you ever want to play
a round or catch a game.

Absolutely.

Uh, take care
of yourself, all right?

I will. You, too.

Yeah.

Hey, Bosch.

Thanks for meeting me
out here.

You're doing me
a solid.

Anything to get
out of that office

and loosen up
the damn monkey suit.

I think I got what you need.

Captain Trevor Dobbs
and company.

Right.

They arrived Dubai

April 20 of this year.

Nonstop flight
Jet Blue out of LAX.

They returned
back to the States

the same way October 7.

And in between?

A six-hour layover
in which they visited

the Dubai international
duty-free

and bought copious amounts
of cigarettes and alcohol.

Then they jump on
the Safi Airlines
flight to Kabul.

Hot damn Afghanistan.

Turns out they're
frequent flyers.

They were just there
the year before.

And FYI, William Meadows
was with them that time

but not this last one.

Meadows couldn't pass
the physical, Dobbs said.

What's the attraction?

I mean, why go back so soon?

Ohh. Afghanistan
does have its charms.

They were lost on me.

Copy that.

Detective.

Sorry.

- I know how they got in.
- How?

There's a faint
abrasion pattern

along the edge of the door.

Probably fishing line,

maybe monofilament.

Any prints?

Maybe tomorrow morning

I'll cruise by the Marina.

Can't hurt.

What do you think it is?

O'Shea thinks
drugs or cash,

maybe antiquities.

A jeep full of gold.

You are hung up on that Jeep.

I just can't stop
thinking about it.

In my mind
it's a solid gold jeep.

Whatever it is,

this last time,
they left Meadows behind.

Doing dope,
running his mouth.

He'd gone to pieces,
so they shut him up.

Sharkey, too.

Yeah. Sharkey.

Wrong place, wrong time.

Bad luck.

His whole life.

Well, good on Maddie.

The coach wants her
to join the travel team.

Do a workup on him?

No.

Why not?

The coach is a woman.

So? Do it. Trust me.

So when do you hear
about the captain's exam?

I heard.

Next to last band.

Gonna die on that list.

Shit. Sorry.

What happened?

Kiz.

I mean,
I can't prove it, but--

Well, you can take it
again in two years.

It'll be ancient history.

No, no, no, no.
I'm done.

You know what?
The truth is

I think I wanted
to make captain

more than I wanted
to actually be one.

But I'm happy
where I am

with you assholes.

Where you belong.

That's right.

To my assholes.

I think that toast
was probably a first.

It's been a rough one
for you.

That tunnel vision you get

- when you work a case, right?
- Sure.

I didn't pay attention.

I didn't protect my witness.

Now that boy's
going home the wrong way.

I keep telling you.

It's not your fault,
Harry.

I mean, it isn't.

- Wow. Look who it is.
- Rhodes.

How's life
in the fast lane?

Beats humping a shamu.

I'll bet.
Nice murse.

Real Corinthian
leather?

Who told you
to reprint the scene?

My idea.

Your idea or Bosch's?

Son of a bitch.

Look, Jimmy,
it's my case, too.

I needed to do something
besides research bezels
and watch bands.

- Fair enough.
- So?

LT thinks it's a frame

and Andrew Holland's
behind it.

What do you think?

Maybe. Or maybe

Bosch killed Gunn
and designed this
fucked up frame

to throw shit on Holland.

No way.

You don't know,
young blood.

You don't know.

Never assume.

Why would Bosch do that?

He takes two assholes
off the board

with one move.

He gets Gunn,

and Holland
goes down, too.

But here's the thing.

I don't know
who killed Gunn yet,

but I know Bosch is
lying about something.

He's hiding something.
I can smell it.

So what do we do?

We start over.

Look at everything
again.

From the beginning?

Hey.

We're way ahead
of the game.

Some smart ass already
had the scene reprinted.

- Got some quality lifts, too.
- Oh, yeah.

Hey, you know what?

Why don't you take this one?

Edward James Gunn.

You bailed him out of
the Rampart drunk tank

about two weeks ago.

Girl said she needed
to get this fella out.

Asked me to handle it,
so I did.

Can you pull your copy
of her I.D.?

Didn't make a copy.

So there are no papers
on this?

Of course there is.

Been doing this job
a long time.

We obey the law here.

I can't read
this signature.

Tough titty.

Hey. Respect.

What can I tell you?

She showed me I.D.
She signed the form.

She paid the bond.

How'd she pay?

Cash.

She paid
cash on the barrel.

What did she look like?

Young,
dark hair, dark eyes.

Hispanic.

Latina.

She was Spanish.

She speaks Spanish?

How would I know?
We talk English in here.

Are you fucking with me,
asshole?

Anybody else been in here
asking about this?

As a matter of fact...

last week.

Bosch.

Here you go.

You have a good day, sir.

Abso-fucking-lutely, Popeye.

You seen this?

No. What?

Search Twitter.

Hashtag DDD or hashtag 3D.

Hashtag DDD?

What is that?

The Edward Gunn murder.

The story
you backed off of

about an LAPD officer
being a suspect.

"Down and dirty
detective."

Blogger at Witness L.A.
picked it up,

- Now it's everywhere.
- Shit.

It's on the Huffington Post.

You said it was a nonstory.

It was. It is.

You got played.

Grace wants everybody

to bring a couple of sides.

I was thinking biscuits,
mac and cheese.

Mac and cheese
sounds good.

I'm kidding.
It sounds horrible.

Sweet potatoes
with marshmallow crust.

Sounds horrible.

Yeah, but it tastes good.

Annabelle, she's not
returning my calls.

Maybe it's the holiday.
She's gone home to Mama.

I told O'Shea
she'd testify.

You what?

I more or less
guaranteed it.

I thought you were
going to tell him

she changed her mind.

I was hoping you'd take
another crack at her.

You're very persuasive
when you want to be.

Okay, I'll do it Friday.

If we lose her,
at least we've got you.

Ahh.

Let's see it, boys,
let's see it.

Fuck.

Shit.

Ohh.

Yeah, baby.

Oh, that is fucking pretty.

That's amore. Ha ha!