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you didn't stop it...

...that you didn't protect her.

Later on, she may even be as sick

as to tell you she had an abortion.

- So you don't go to the police.

- I don't want any part of this.

- There's a man waiting.

- I have to leave...

No!

Boy, you're getting better, Charles.

I'm kind of proud of you.

I want... my f***in' money back!

I want everything you took from me.

Well...

I don't think that's

gonna be possible, Charlie.

Just give him his money, and let's go.

He's a f***in' mark, for Chris sake.

That sweetie pie is worried

about that little girl of yours.

- Oh, stop it!

- She didn't look that sick to me.

Just stop it!

Let me outta here!

I'm gonna get outta here now!

I'm telling you,

move away from the f***ing door!

I'm gonna shoot!

Get outta my way! I'm leaving

Ah!

Frenchie!

Ah!

I'm gonna kill you, motherf***er!

Step by step,

what did you hear?

Sir, there's no ID on the white male.

Prints people are on it.

All right. See if he's on the register.

Check what's in the hotel safe.

Yes, sir.

Sorry about that. You were saying?

I heard the shots,

I saw the security guy run past,

so I just... closed the door.

You did the right thing.

You don't know how may wannabe heroes

I ship off to the morgue each week.

- OK, Mr... Sheen? Schine?

- Schine.

Schine.

All right, if we need anything more,

we'll contact you.

Hey.

You seen Jones from Homicide?

Yes, sir. Yes, the, uh...

Vince, can we get the

happy snappers out of here today?

I'm losin' the will to live.

Frank. What are you doing here, Frank?

- Where is it?

- Ill show you.

Heard you found a Smith & Wesson 5906.

- Yeah, Ballistics has it.

- What a mess.

Yeah, pretty straightforward.

A woman and the suit

are having a thing.

They get mugged,

security tries to help them...

everybody gets shot.

I'm interested in that gun,

so please call me

when you get the ballistics report.

Sure.

- Thanks.

- OK, take care.

Vince,

can we get everybody out of here?

- I need a statement.

- Gonna take long?

- Couple minutes.

- I don't got much time.

Keep it comin'.

I was standing here.

You got a lot in that safe.

I, uh...

I believe that's mine.

Nice briefcase.

OK, what else you got?

Back it up there, back it up.

No sign of it here, either.

All right, thanks.

What the hell is this?

All the years I've known you,

I never figured you

for a thief, Charles.

You want to tell me

about the $10,000 for the aspirin spot?

Lt was an emergency.

I was gonna pay it back.

Pay it back?

What am I, a bank?

And now you're stealing from it.

If I were to write a bill for what you

owe me, what should I make it for?

Lt was just the once, I swear.

Well, Barry'll be the judge of that.

So...

...tell me what was so important

that you had to do this.

Can't.

I can't tell you.

I want to, but I can't. I'm sorry.

Fine. You wanna play it that way,

Ill start proceedings.

Proceedings?

He suspends you

while we conduct an investigation.

Just pay it back.

The most you'll get

is community service.

Keep stonewalling us, pal,

you go to jail.

Hi there.

- Heya, teach.

- Hank, isn't it?

That's good.

I hate it when people

don't remember your name.

Go on through.

- It's Charles, by the way.

- Right. Charles.

- Did I ask you what you're in for yet?

- Embezzlement.

That's not a bad deal.

Six months teaching cons

for ripping off your boss.

You're Puerto Rican, right?

What the f*** is that?

Puerto Rico, how do you spell it?

OK, guys.

Guys!

There's a quiz on your desks.

It'll probably take you as long as it

takes me to read your homework, so...

Let's go.

How do you spell that?

"The morning it all began,

began like any other morning.

Charles was running late,

and as a result,

he missed his regular train.

Championship f***ing.

Twelve rounder.

I need a loan, Charlie.

Charles had made him kill.

Charles was to blame.

He was a murder suspect.

Lucinda turned out to be

this whole other person.

Charles wiped his prints

and ran away like he was never there,

back to his shitty little life.

But when he finished reading the story,

he went to the laundry room."

- Yeah?

- I need to use the bathroom.

Ill alert the media.

You lookin' for a daddy?

What the f***

you lookin' at, homey?

Oooh...

I hope you liked my story.

You never checked if I made it out

of that hotel alive, did you?

You're so

predictable, Charles.

It takes more

than one bullet to kill me.

Much more.

But you took something from me, Charlie,

and that ain't right.

It's my money.

F*** the money.

- You killed her.

- You're insane.

I loved her, Charlie...

...when you just wanted to f*** her.

What do you want?

I want you, Charlie.

I'm gonna f***

with your life because I can.

By the way...

...is your daughter still a virgin?

You don't know how happy I was

to see your name on those notebooks.

It's like if you begged me to find you.

Man, you ended up

in the wrong prison, Charlie.

- LaRoche.

- Yeah?

I chose this prison.

Oh!

OK, Mr. Schine. You're free to go.

You take it easy now.

I met him

a few times a while ago.

Here he comes.

All right, thank you.

- What did you tell them?

- The truth.

I went to use the bathroom,

and this guy jumped me with a shank.

Well, that guy

was the a**hole who killed Winston.

He killed two people in Paris,

one in New York.

You expect me to believe

that you overpowered him?

I guess I got lucky.

You brought that shank in with you,

it's premeditated murder.

Law don't care who you kill.

I guess the law didn't care much

for Winston, either.

Bye. See you guys later.

OK, sweetheart.

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