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You tested positive for marijuana.

- You're off the unit. - Fuck this, man.

You have better coke to sell, sign me up.

I'm Rachel.

Let me know if you ever need some help.

Hi, Rachel. Got your number from my mom.

Maybe you could babysit tomorrow morning.

Oh, my God, I did it. It worked.

You're amazing.

- You know this girl? - Her name is Veronica.

I met her through Swayzee.

Get the fuck out, bitch!

Swayzee, what is happening?

Emma, I need to talk to you. Emma.

These are our new targets: Shane and Owen Frawley.

Osito was supplying the Frawleys

until we took out New York.

Back the fuck off my blocks, or there's gonna be war.

Get your shit together. We're going to war.

I got you for assaulting a police officer.

Fitzy here is gonna introduce you to Owen's boy Red.

Came here to ask about Veronica.

- Why? Are you a fucking cop? - No.

Poor Veronica.

So sad.

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I want to take a swim.

I want to watch you take a swim.

Veronica?

Veronica?

Veronica!

I think you were, uh,

having, like, a weird dream or something.

Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep.

It's just, uh...

why did you say "poor Veronica"?

Uh...

I didn't say that.

Can you just tell me where I can find her?

Nice try, but I don't really give my friends' info out

to random fucking strangers.

Look, it's not like that, Emma.

We had a crazy weekend together,

and when I came to, she had taken off with my car.

I mean, that does sound like my girl.

No, I'm not pissed about the car, all right? It's just that...

when I got it back,

I found her shirt in it,

all fucking bloody.

Jesus.

Yeah, I know, and I'm scared.

Here's the thing.

Veronica Levoie can handle herself.

Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I need to know that she's okay.

Please.

I need to get eyes on her. If she's good, then fine.

But if not, I have to help her.

Okay, I'll call her. Okay?

Thank you.

She must've forgot to pay her phone bill or something.

Okay, well, can you just take me to where she lives?

Damn, bitch. God.

Did no one ever teach you the magic fucking word?

- Please? - Uh-uh, the other one.

Money.

I never did get that $200 from last night, so...

Deal.

So, Frankie's lawyer likes to take a lead pipe

to the prosecution during cross-examination.

This we know.

Yeah, I could use a little help prepping a witness.

Of course, but I already started working with Chuleta on that.

Not talking about Chuleta.

Take a seat, Sergeant.

As you know, impugning the state's witnesses

is Frankie's best strategy, so we need you to be ready.

You know I've been on the stand before.

Okay, you know what? Fine.

Let's get it over with. I got work to do.

Police work. Remember what that is?

Catching the bad guys?

Okay, then.

When did you start having sex with Frankie Cuevas' fiancée?

I'm sorry. What?

You think Carlisle's not asking that question?

Well, you let him ask that, and then you object,

and we move on.

I'll object, the judge will overrule,

and you'll be forced to answer.

You're gonna have to answer questions

about your sexual relationship with Renee Segna.

- Fine. - Which of your other CIs

did you have sex with?

None of them.

Not Sherri Henry?

No, not Sherri Henry. I want to know who told you that.

Was it him?

I'm not the one answering questions here.

This is bullshit. You know what this is?

Personal bullshit between me and him.

You just can't take the heat, can you?

- I was born in the heat. - I've got this, Alan.

This is not about us.

It's about Frankie Cuevas.

His lawyer is gonna say you threw it

at Frankie's stripper girlfriend, knocked her up,

and then cooked up some bullshit case

to make an honest woman out of her.

He's gonna paint you as Mark Fuhrman with a hard-on.

And if it works, if he walks...

it's on your fucking shoulders, Ray, again.

Who the fuck are you to talk like that? Look...

You're gonna pay the fucking bill, Ray.

All right, enough. Enough.

This was a mistake.

Ray, you and I will be talking again.

- Without him. - Yes, without him,

but get used to this.

Frankie Cuevas is a killer.

He's got more bodies on him than we'll ever know.

He's the bad guy.

It's him.

You got something to say, boy?

Yeah, that's it.

Run to papi, you little bitch.

What's up?

Bro, white boys is up and running.

Who?

Vanilla Gorilla

definitely got a whole storefront up.

I told them what happened if they stepped to us.

Um, they stepped.

All right, well, me and Lucky are on it.

Keep your head up. Figure for some blowback.

All right. Bet.

It's like we thought.

White boys is the ones that's doing it.

Now we gotta figure out how they doing it.

Check it.

Let's see what we can see.

Be right there, Rachel.

- Hey. - Hey, Renee.

Expecting someone?

A new babysitter.

That's right. You guys got a new addition.

Congratulations.

Ray's at work.

Well, um, actually, I'm here to see you.

Well, the DA asked me to reach out.

DA?

For what?

Getting you ready for trial.

That wasn't part of the deal.

I never said I'd testify against Frankie.

We want to get you ready in case, uh, his lawyer gives you a call.

Frankie may want you to testify for him

about the beginnings of the relationship for you and Ray.

No. No way, and I don't... I don't have to testify.

I have immunity.

Well, actually, immunity revokes your Fifth Amendment rights.

You and Ray need to talk.

You should be ready for what's coming.

Fine. I'll reach out.

Good, um, I'll tell DA Shaw to expect your call.

Things good?

You and Ray?

Couldn't be better.

Glad to hear it.

Congratulations again.

See you around, Renee.

Fitzy's late.

CIs are always late. Get used to it.

Got your lipstick mic on you?

It's, uh...

Yeah, just, um, leave it in your purse.

I can hear everything that's going on.

Hey, uh, what if they...

uh, like, offer me drugs?

Officially, state police troopers are not allowed

to use narcotics under any circumstances.

Unofficially, I'm your partner, okay?

And I got your back.

Got it.

Here he is.

Hey, Fitzy.

You're late.

Yeah, my bad. I had some, uh, business that needed my attention.

Yeah, okay. What do you got for us?

Uh, Red's kicking it at a house party.

He told me to come through.

That's great, actually. You two ride together. I'm gonna follow.

All you gotta do is introduce Sarah to Red.

Just be like, "She's cool."

She'll take care of the rest.

All right. Let's go.

Hi.

Hi. You must be Rachel.

Uh, come in. Come in.

Um, thank you so much for coming.

Um, I'm Renee, and this is Scarlet.

Hi, Renee. Hi, Scarlet.

I'm Rachel.

Um, you just... you already know that.

Oops.

Well, anyway, what a gorgeous house.

And this one could be on a grape juice bottle.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I just meant, like, those adorable ads.

Right. Yeah, thank you.

Um, okay,

so she goes down for her first nap at ten.

Uh, give her a bottle when she wakes up.

And then I need you guys to go pick up

Frankie Jr. from camp at three.

And then, um, just maybe some light cleaning.

Yup, no problem.

You're a lifesaver. I just, uh, got a lot going on.

Well, looking at you...

whatever it is, I'm sure you can handle it.

Thanks.

Okay, yeah, let's, uh...

let's give it a shot, you know?

I mean, why not?

Oh, yay.

Yay. And I mean it.

I am here to help, so now get yourself to work.

You have nothing to worry about.

Right? Nothing to worry about.

Okay. Okay. I love you.

Okay. Thanks, Rachel, so much.

Bye, Mommy.

- Bye, Mommy. - Bye.

Bye, Mommy.

Bye.

Are they fucking serious?

Dumbasses riding around in a dumbass car,

didn't even notice that they got followed,

and one Gerber Baby-ass white boy watchdogging

Owen stash house, and he ain't even got a chair.

The Frawleys are sloppy as hell.

It's like they want to get took.

Yeah.

And we gonna take it.

But we gonna take it smart.

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ See us roll up ♪

♪ Roll up, we next they can't wait ♪

♪ Roll up, we get tore up ♪

♪ What? We are the bomb... ♪

Oh, shit.

What?

That's Owen right over there.

I didn't know he was gonna be here.

♪ Brought the whole crew out ♪ ♪ Show them to now ♪

♪ Whoo, boom, boom, boom ♪ ♪ Whoo, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Yeah, you mellow too out... ♪

- Hey, Red. - Hey.

Did you catch the Sox?

Yeah, Martinez is a fucking retard.

- Who's that? - Yeah, who's that?

I'm Sarah.

I even walk and talk.

All right. What's good, then?

I'm just kicking it here for the summer.

- She's cool. - No doubt.

Welcome to the Cape.

So how you two know each other?

We're play cousins from when we were kids.

My mom and his are tight.

We're not together.

Yeah, no shit.

Want to come have a beer or something?

Yeah. Bet.

What was your name again?

Um, I'm Fitzy.

Bye, Fitzy.

Okay.

Oh. Oh, my goodness.

What do you think?

Pretty hot, huh?

He likes them blonde and obvious.

He likes them... slutty.

- Which way? - It's over here.

It's better than the last place, trust me.

It's this one. It's right here.

Rise and shine, bitch.

What the fuck?

What happened to the girl who lived here?

I don't know. Manager says he hasn't seen her for a while.

She was late on her rent for four days,

so he told us to throw all her stuff in the dumpster.

And you did it?

Yeah.

Well, fuck you, then, bitch.

Emma. Emma, wait.

Fuck.

Where's the dumpster?

Oh, God.

Fucking pisses me off, you know?

Who the fuck is she, throwing people's shit out?

You don't just throw people's shit out. They need their stuff.

Hey, is this her stuff?

Shit. Yeah.

Oh, my God, V's gonna be so fucking pissed.

She likes to keep all her shit pressed and perfect.

Oh, my God, that's Mr. Lumpo.

Veronica's mom gave him to her when she was little.

What?

Nothing. You're just kind of freaking me out, okay?

Emma, what? Tell me.

Look, I don't know what else to say other than I'm standing

in a fucking dumpster trying to find this girl, okay?

- I am here to help, Emma. - All right. All right.

Look, we both know that Veronica's got sticky fingers, right?

What'd she take?

I don't know. Something from a trick.

I don't know who or what it was, but...

that was last week.

I haven't seen her since.

Did Swayzee know if she robbed the guy?

You lift something off a trick, yeah, your pimp's gonna find out.

What'd he say?

He said, "I'm gonna fucking kill that cunt."

Shit.

Shit. Shit.

- Don't sweat it. - Oh, no, no, no, no.

- Emma. - You make me run,

I'll make you pay.

Hands where I can see them!

- Put your hands up. - Hands where I can see them!

You show me your hands!

Emma. Emma.

Come on. Get out of there.

I'm going, man. I'm going. Cool out.

Get your hand on the car.

You, over there right now.

All right, cool out. I'm a cop.

I'm cooled out. You're a cop? Then you know what to do.

All right, all right, all right.

Do it now. Hands down on the hood.

Spread your feet. Spread your feet!

You got any spikes on you?

No, man.

I get pricked, you get pricked.

I don't have any needles. I'm telling you, I'm state police.

- Yeah. - What's this?

Give me that.

- Give me that. - Hey, Lippman, check that out.

What we got here?

Where you keep your stash? Huh?

No, no, man. We're clean.

What you got?

Oh, shit, Mike.

Oh, no. I killed it.

Hey, think I'm gonna have to clear a board over this?

Let me see here.

My name is Jackie Quiñones, all right?

I'm working out of CCINU undercover

under Ray Abruzzo, okay?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - You can ask...

Did you say Ray Abruzzo?

I-I did detail with that son of a bitch back...

you guys can... get her off.

You can get your hands off of there.

You're good.

Did he ever tell you the banana story?

That-that's my story.

So what brings you to Fall Brook, Jackie?

Uh, I'm looking for a sex worker named Veronica Levoie.

This was her last known address.

- Veronica Levoie. - Huh.

No, doesn't ring a bell, huh?

- You? - I don't know her.

We'll keep an eye out for her, though.

Piece of advice, Jackie.

Next time, check in with the PD.

You can ask for Officer Lippman.

I'll help you out.

Thanks.

Take care of yourself.

Ah.

You girls have a nice day.

Pick that up, will ya?

I fucking knew it. I fucking knew you were a fucking cop.

I'm sorry I lied, all right?

I just didn't think you'd help me out if...

Yeah, you're fucking right, 'cause fuck the police.

- Hey! - God, fuck.

Emma, look at me. Look at me.

I am going to take care of it, all right?

I am gonna find Veronica, and if Swayzee hurt her,

I'm gonna take care of that too, so can you please

just tell me where I can find Swayzee?

You're the cop.

You figure it out. Hmm?

Sure. Yeah, okay.

I get it.

Look at you.

You think you can save the fucking world. Is that what it is?

Well, you're fucking wrong,

and you're wasting your goddamn time.

♪ Uh, we got one night only ♪

♪ Put your money where your mouth is ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't think ♪ ♪ You really want this ♪

♪ One night only, put your ♪ ♪ Money where your mouth is... ♪

Taffy, my office.

♪ But I ain't heard nothing, yeah ♪

♪ Put your money Where your mouth is... ♪

You gonna give me another lecture?

Lock the door.

What is this?

Sit down.

So I caught you selling in the club.

All right, and I told you I didn't want you

peddling that shit in here.

Renee, I'm not. I...

This however, isn't shit.

This, this is pure

pharmacy-grade fish scale cocaine.

This you can sell in here.

I know what you're thinking, and...

...this isn't a setup.

It's a business offer.

It's just, you were being a total C-unit about it the other day.

No offense.

None taken.

Look, let's just say that, uh, I've seen the light

and I am so sick of men

breaking off little crumbs for us.

And yeah,

I was Frankie's girl, and you know what that means?

That means I can do this shit as well as anyone, so why not me?

And you're not gonna get anywhere selling lap dances and nickel bags,

so let's fucking do this.

You buy from me and only me.

You can work it out with the other girls selling to customers.

No one else knows I'm with you.

You're never late on my money, and you pay for what you snort.

How does that sound?

Okay.

Okay.

Turns out, the batboy, right,

this little fifth grade fuck's been pinching all our gear,

like, our cleats and balls and whatnot.

What the fuck? Did you call the cops?

Fuck the cops.

Me and the first baseman, we took him in the shower

and smack, smack.

Oh, my God,

you're fucking hilarious, Owen.

Split his head open.

- Fuck. - Yeah.

Mm.

You are one down chick.

- That's how I do. - Mm.

I like that guy's shirt.

You friends?

Word. Yeah. That's Primo.

One of the boys.

Him and him, they kind of look alike.

Are they brothers?

Tommy?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they're brothers. They both ride with us.

Where'd you get that?

Did your mother give that to you?

Father give that to you?

My mother gave that to me.

Jackie, what, they got... they got phones in rehab now?

Oh, come on, Ray. Give me a break.

Ah, I thought I was giving you one.

Look, I'm working on something big, okay?

Like, murder big maybe.

I don't know. I just need your help real quick.

I got shut out of the police database and...

That's 'cause you're not currently a police officer.

Look, I just need a last known on a Fall Brook pimp named Swayzee.

Get the fuck out of here.

Ray, come on, man. I really need this. Please.

Jackie, if I was making a list of things you need,

it would be 100 lines long,

and not one of them would be finding a pimp named Swayzee.

Ray, I'm telling you, this is important.

You just don't sound good.

I'm good. I'm fine.

I'm fine, man. I'm telling you. This is just... it's some crazy shit.

I just need your help.

Jackie, I got an undercover in a dangerous situation.

I just don't have time for this right now.

Ray, I didn't even...

Okay, so just take care of yourself, please.

Ray!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Goddamn, Janelle.

Bet you got that wet-wet, right?

Yo, come fuck with this woo real quick.

Yo, shut the fuck up. That's no way to talk to a lady.

Man, get the fuck out of here, sniffin' around Osito's leftovers.

All right, Pook.

That's your third strike.

You're done talking for today.

I believe the doctor is done with you.

And I can take care of myself, thank you very much.

Me and you ain't got no business, cuz.

Maybe you got no business at all.

Huh, cuz?

I hear the white boys took all your customers.

Shit, I'm good.

Nah.

I don't think you are.

'Cause your boy Osito is too busy getting his dick wet

to take care of business.

Janelle, right?

You need to get the fuck out of my face

with that bullshit.

Back it up, Cuevas.

So you got me here.

What now?

Yo, can I tell you something?

Just a straight fact?

Yeah. Anything.

Yo, your tits look amazing.

- My tits... - Mm-hmm.

Are amazing.

I think maybe I should see them naked, hmm?

Yeah, if you keep doing that, you just might.

Hey, hey.

Give me a minute.

- Mm. - Okay?

Don't make me come looking for you.

Hey, Ray?

Are you still out there?

Tell me I'm doing a good job.

_

Thanks.

Hey, I'm glad you're out there.

It makes me feel safe.

Chuleta, it's Detective Saintille.

Room service.

So look, DA Shaw's getting real serious

about this trial prep shit, all right?

I need you to seriously tell me

if you know anything about what happened to Jorge.

Now, hold up, man.

First thing first. The fuck is my Xbox?

- Xbox? - Yeah.

Do I need to remind you why you're here?

You're on the hook

for accessory after the fact on two bodies.

Or is that three?

Fuck out of here with that shit.

I already told you Frankie didn't kill Jorge.

Really?

Do you have any information

on anyone who would've killed Jorge?

No, I don't...

but I got, like, a-a theory.

Okay.

Let's hear your theory.

Renee.

She hated that motherfucker.

She looked at him with those poison eyes.

You see Renee kill Jorge?

No.

You hear Renee say or anyone else say

she killed Jorge?

No.

So all you got for me...

is poison eyes.

I'm telling you.

Well, I'm glad, uh, you gave me that tip.

You just fucking broke the case wide open.

Don't know why I didn't ask you sooner.

I am taking these beers back,

and fuck your goddamn Xbox.

Fuckin' moron.

Hey.

Hey. What's up?

Like, uh, I don't mean to criticize,

but I was looking at the schedule.

I saw you put Taffy on Friday and Saturday nights

for the next month.

Our money nights.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

I mean, she's sweet and all,

but don't you feel like she's more of a lunch shift,

"any port in a storm" type?

Come on, I'm not trying to be mean.

It's bad for her too.

She's not gonna earn the way the other girls do.

- Oh, my God, what's wrong? - I'm sorry.

It's the stupid fucking hormones.

It's just, sometimes it's sad looking at these girls.

Like, this is really what they have to do to make money?

Come here. Come on.

It's okay.

Okay, Taffy, is gonna be fine.

Okay? I got this.

You don't have to worry about any of it.

Trust me.

I do. I do trust you.

God, I'm so fucking glad you're here.

♪ Dirty touch ♪ ♪ Quench my thirst ♪

♪ My favorite drug ♪

♪ One more dose ♪

♪ One more, one, one one more ♪

♪ One, one more dose... ♪

Yeah, the bottom line is...

- he's gotta go. - He's gotta go?

What the fuck's that supposed to mean, he's gotta go?

You know what the fuck it means.

Fuck that fat spook.

Osito wants a drug war.

We got Snoopy, Phil,

Jean-Genie, Reg...

Dog, come on.

Jeez, get some yayo in you,

all of a sudden, you can't shut up.

Business can wait.

Business?

You're a businessman?

Uh, don't do that.

Don't be cute. Don't be cute.

- Don't be cute? - No, no, no.

Cute's not your thing.

You're fucking hot.

That's what you are.

You about it, hmm?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Yeah. Let's go.

Where the fuck are you going?

No.

Now, show me those fucking tits.

Oh, no.

I thought you'd never ask.

Fucking trick. Fuck.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's good.

Yeah? You like that?

Oh, my God, you're so fucking hot.

Oh, and you're so fucking hard.

Yeah. You like this right here?

It's so big.

I know, baby. Come here and squeeze it.

Oh, yeah.

- You like that? - Mm-hmm.

Feels so fucking bad, man.

Yeah, that's it.

Fucking God.

I want to see how fucking hard you can come.

Fuck me.

Come on, baby. Show me. Show me.

- Let's you and me be friends. - Oh, oh, crap. Oh, crap.

You got a gun, friend, somewhere on your person?

Left front pocket.

Oh, crap.

Yo, Milkcrate... what's up?

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

- No, no, no. - No, what?

You're going to kill me.

How you know that?

You didn't wear masks, so you're gonna kill me.

What kind of mask is gonna hide me, hmm?

But that don't mean I can't be sly.

I can be sly as a motherfucker.

So you can tell Owen everything you saw here tonight,

or you could tell him something else.

What do you mean?

Maybe there was no theft.

Shit, maybe we weren't even here.

Maybe you threw your smokes in the wrong pile of rags

and then...

poof.

If I tell Owen the whole stash burned in a fire,

he will beat my ass.

Yeah, but if you tell him we took down the stash,

he's gonna beat your ass too,

so either way,

you getting your ass beat tonight.

But my way, we slide you a brick for your trouble.

You tell Owen there was a fire.

He does the Riverdance on your ass.

You spend your 30 Gs.

Well...

Hurry up, man. You're taking too long.

How-how do you know I won't take a brick and tell Owen anyway?

'Cause then I will fucking kill you.

Hey. Excuse me.

Hi. How are you?

You're not a trick, and I don't have the time.

I, uh...

I just... I just want to ask some questions.

You can ask. Don't mean I'ma answer.

Um, I'm just trying to find out about this pimp Swayzee.

So you know him.

You work for him?

I work for myself. I been out here 30 years.

I make my own money, and I buy my own junk.

You know where I can find him?

You don't find pimps, girl.

They find you.

Trust and believe.

Do you know any of the girls

who work for him, like a Veronica?

You think I know every girl in this town turning a trick?

Bitch, please.

Okay, look, um...

there's this girl that works for him, and she's been missing.

I'm really worried about her. You seen her?

What?

Of course you be out here looking for a white girl.

Excuse me?

Are you looking for who killed Maxine McLean

or any of the other girls that's been good and gone?

No.

White girl miss one appointment, and you call out the dogs, huh?

Hold-hold on. Hold on.

Who's-who's Maxine McLean?

Google it, bitch.

Emma, I made a mistake, okay?

I shouldn't have lied to you, but this shit is fucked,

and I think you're the only one who can help me find Veronica.

You know what? Fuck it. I'm coming over.

Emma?

Hey, Emma.

Oh, look who the fuck it is.

Fuck. Get your fucking hands off me.

- Shut up. - Emma.

Shut up. Shut up, you nosy little fucking bitch.

You don't scare me.

Oh, yes, I fucking do.

I'm not going anywhere till you tell me what happened to Veronica.

I told you I don't know any fucking Veronicas.

Funny, 'cause I heard you said you were gonna kill that cunt.

That what happened?

I don't know that bitch,

but here's what I know about bitches like her.

Bitches like her, they're all fucking thieves.

Bitches like her,

they take whatever they can get their hands on.

They shoot it in their skinny fucking arms.

And bitches like her end up fucking dead

every single time.

So what you're saying is, she stole something from a john

and sold it for drugs.

Who'd she sell it to?

Stay out of my fucking business.

I told you once.

Next time, I'm gonna tell you a different way.

Now, get the fuck out.

Fuck.

What's up?

Oh, shit.

Owen, that was Milkcrate.

We-we got a big fucking problem at the stash house.

- What? - We gotta go.

Fuck. Come on. Come on. Let's go.

I'll call you.

What the fuck happened?

What, did you light the fucking place up?

It was an accident.

I swear I just dropped my smoke.

Stupid motherfucker!

Is it in there? Hmm?

Is the stuff still in there? Go get it.

It's all burned up.

Go fucking get it, or I will fucking kill you!

Owen, please.

Ah!

Eight bricks. That'll do.

Let Vernon know he can expect a package.

Tell the boys in the street, start toolin' up just in case.

I gotta say,

now, if we going to war,

why go through all this?

Why not let 'em know what's up?

Burning it down means even if they know we robbed them,

they don't know.

Like some psychological warfare shit.

Hey, yo, that's why you the boss.

Let's chill for a minute.

I like the way that smells.

Are you gonna say anything?

What do you want me to say?

You know what? I'm not even too sure what happened up there.

I'm on the inside.

Isn't that what you wanted?

You had sex with a target on day two of an operation.

Do you know how fucked up that is?

- You had sex with Renee. - Whoa, stop that right now.

- Why? - That's-that's different.

Why? Because I'm a chick?

Besides, I didn't fuck him.

He was jerking off, so I helped him with my hand a little.

If I fucked him, he'd be done with me.

Now he wants more.

I used my instincts.

And I didn't do anything I didn't want to.

And I got some pretty good intel, right?

Sure.

Look, you said you'd back me up, that I could trust you.

Was that bullshit?

No, it's not.

I got you.

So will Lieutenant Smith hear the tape from tonight?

No.

No, if I label it as non-pertinent, no one's gonna hear it.

Thank you.

Hey, want to come in and have a beer?

I gotta get home.

Yeah.

See you, then.

- Mm, you like that? - Mm-hmm.

Feels so fucking bad, man.

Yeah, that's it.

Fucking God.

I want to see how fucking hard you can come.

Fuck me.

Come on, baby. Show me. Show me.

Yo, Petey.

God damn it, Petey, open up. I gotta ask you something.

Petey. Hey, Petey.

Yo, did Veronica sell you some...

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