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You're okay.

Shh, shh.

I'm just gonna... Sh*t.

It's okay. It's okay,

sweetie. All right.

Hey, buddy, stay still.

All right, you're okay now.

You're okay.

Come here, come here.

You okay?

You gonna take care

of your sister?

F***ing kids.

It's so funny.

It's so funny to text.

Who are you texting?

That same b*tch?

Dude, yeah.

She's smart, man.

She's like the first girl I can

actually have

a conversation with.

You know she has a Master of

Sciences in Fluid Hydraulics.

Fluid Hydraulics?

Yes.

I wouldn't brag

about that, dude.

That she has a master's

degree in Fluid Hydraulics.

I date all these girls, man.

They're smoking hot.

Yeah, your little

f***ing badge bunnies.

I get laid without a badge,

thank you very much.

Because you were

in the Marines.

Don't ask, don't tell.

There's a pattern.

An MO here.

First date is dinner

and a respectful kiss.

Second date is dinner,

full carnal knowledge.

And then third date is dinner

and uncomfortable silences

when I try and discuss

anything of merit.

Then it's two or three booty

calls and it's on to the next.

Okay, I went to prom and I

got married a week later.

And I ain't tapped anybody but Old

Faithful for, like, eight years.

So I don't know what you're

tripping about, dude.

Okay. Wait, look at me real quick.

Uh-huh.

Okay, ready?

Okay.

I want somebody to talk to.

Not just sleep with.

Do you f***ing understand

what I'm saying?

Oh!

Yeah.

Jesus, dude.

White people get hung up on this

f***ing "soul mate" bullshit.

Just hook up with a chick

that can cook and wants kids.

Some b*tch that's down for you,

that won't f*** your friends,

and you're straight.

Dude, you're the smartest

motherf***er I know,

you're not gonna find some

chick that's as smart as you.

Ooh! Whoa!

Really, dude?

Yeah, what?

Really? I'm sorry that the perfect

girl wasn't dropped in front of me

when I was 18 years old.

Do you talk to Gabby?

Do you even have

discussions with the girl?

Do you want me to translate that

into f***ing His... Spanish?

Into Hispanic?

Whatever the f*** it is.

Yeah, bro, what do

you think, we're mutes?

And we just...

Like, sign to each other?

Yeah, we talk, stupid.

Gabby's a trip.

You know she's a trip, bro.

You should hear the sh*t

that comes out of her mouth.

You know what? She would

be great on Jeopardy!

She's way smarter than I am.

All right, so you see what I'm talking about.

That's all I want, man.

I know you want

a chick like my girl,

but I'll kill you

if you touch her.

F***! I'm going to kill you, dude!

Shut up, man!

What's this chick's name, dude?

You don't deserve to

f***ing know her name.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Dude, f*** that!

Janet. Did you run her?

Yes, she's clean.

She's kind of the complete package, man.

It's like...

We're going out again.

Saturday's my little

sister's quinceaera.

You should roll through with

Janet from another planet.

Dude, this sh*t's gonna be

hard-core Mexican, though, bro.

You know how my familia rolls.

Hey, mija.

What's up?

Come here, baby girl.

Drink the Jim Jones,

baby, come on.

Hey, baby? Tell me something.

You ever f***ed on heroin?

Yeah, right.

I could f*** forever

on that sh*t.

I'll eat your p*ssy

for hours, girl. Ew!

Get the f*** over here.

F*** that fool, he's

crazy, he's tripping.

You're my f***ing lady.

I'll buy you sh*t.

You see this sh*t right here?

It's f***ing money.

Real sh*t.

What you like?

Come here.

Okay.

Any Newton unit. 5-0-7 party.

3645 Trinity Street.

Incident 38-90 and RD 13-76.

X 9,

send me the call.

X 9, roger.

39-25 shows Code 6 of X 9.

X 25, roger.

X 13, we're gonna be

Code 6 on the party call.

X 13, roger.

Keep your eyes wide, this

place is assholed up. Clear the car.

Put that sh*t away.

Put that down, bro.

What's the occasion?

Can you turn down the music?

Have some respect, La La.

Don't light up in front of us.

Why don't you take a hit, mija?

It'll chill you out.

It'll be like back

in the days. Remember?

I don't remember sh*t. I don't

know what you're talking about.

I said put it out.

You know you want this, pig.

I wouldn't f***ing touch that if

you were the last b*tch on Earth.

F*** you.

No, f*** you.

Why don't you take a seat?

You look in the mirror...

Lock it up, Orozco.

...you're just a common gangster

b*tch like all the rest.

Why don't you

sit your ass down?

Why don't you do

what they tell you, puppet?

Want me to make you?

Lock it up, partner.

You know what?

I'll f***ing sit down now.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

So, Mr. Big Evil,

why do they call you Big Evil?

Because,

my evil is big.

Can you turn down the music? We got

a noise complaint or some sh*t.

Then you go faster.

I am nailing this.

Oh, my...

Come on, baby.

Hey, bro.

Hey.

- Hi, baby.

- Cindy, what's up?

I wanted to

introduce you to Janet.

Hi. It's so nice to

meet you. Happy birthday.

Thank you.

You look beautiful.

Pick up your dress so

you don't step on it.

You look beautiful.

I gotta go. Bye!

- All grown up.

- He spoils her.

But I want to

give you the lowdown.

I'm listening.

I'm listening.

So, everybody here is pretty much family.

Like somehow.

They're all Mexican family.

You got cousins and you

got aunts and uncles,

just like everything else, and

then you got cousins' cousins.

And then you have Brian.

You stick around, you're

gonna see somebody throw up.

Couple fights.

It's fun. It's fun.

Enough, enough. I'm sorry.

Well, I'm Irish,

so it's the same thing.

Big families, and nobody

ever gets divorced.

And they all wear purple.

Well, less purple,

but just as much beer.

She's funny.

They get way too drunk

and get in fistfights.

Yeah, same here.

But you mess with one person, you

have the whole family after you.

That's the way to do it.

- There you go.

- You just described Mexican people.

Can I feel it?

Is that okay?

Yeah, he's actually kicking

a lot right now. Here.

And I think his feet

are right there.

Do you feel it?

Wow.

Oh, my God.

I like her, Brian.

- Buddy.

- How long have you known Brian?

Three years. He and Mike

went to the Academy together, so...

Right.

Brian, it's you.

Hi.

I'm gonna try

not to wake you up.

I can't believe

that I stayed over.

This, this is interesting.

I have never shot one before.

Maybe that could

be our next date.

I did go through your wallet.

I'm sorry.

I am naturally curious.

I hope that's okay.

Gotta love a guy who has a picture

of his mom in his wallet.

This? Yeah.

Kristin, Mia, Raquel,

etcetera, etcetera...

You won't be

needing this anymore.

You were drooling.

What are

we looking for again?

All the food groups,

dope, money and guns.

The ghetto will provide, bro.

F***ing Sarge.

Sarge!

We're staking out Curbside.

They're gonna spot your unit.

What, you think they

don't know you're here?

Van Hauser wants to file

a complaint on you, Taylor.

Oh, the USS Van Hauser?

The LAPD's

stealthiest submarine,

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