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Do you want on this case

roster... yes or no?

I am not looking

for active assignment.

I don't...

I-I want a paycheck... okay?

I mean, this three-quarters

is not cutting the sh*t.

I don't need, I don't want...

I don't want to be out

with some guy playing nine-ball

on some perp's skull.

I'll tell you that.

I want a desk.

I need a desk.

Fine. Get me a conviction,

I'll get you a desk.

Like that?

Just like that.

Why don't we get some coffee?

You must be somebody's

something special.

No, not really.

No, not really?

Getting them to reassign me to a case

that I'd been so resoundedly

removed from?

You got to admit, that

takes some people to pull.

It's not what I did.

It's what you did.

The work you put in.

They know they're better off

with you than without you.

I'm just going to say this, all right?

I don't know you, so I refuse

to f*** around with you

any more than I have to.

Did Internal Affairs set you up

with this?

No.

No?

Fringe ex-cop

fallen out of favor,

looking to get back behind a badge?

They got files three feet thick

on guys like you.

They bunted you on a reflex.

Probably, but I'm telling you

the truth.

You weren't approached

or asked in any way

to keep tabs on me for lA?

No, I was not.

Hey, I don't blame you

for asking.

You don't do what I did

and just waltz back in.

Now what does that tell you?

That tells me

that this investigation

is running on f***ing fumes.

Don't get confused thinking

that this is about Calvess.

I know it's not.

This is all politics.

This is political appointments,

it's referendums,

it's squashing a race riot.

You think those a**holes upstairs

give a sh*t and a shake

about Michael Calvess?

They didn't know him,

they don't care about him,

and they can't forget

about him fast enough.

The only thing you

need to know about me

is that I'm going to bag

the motherfuckers that killed Mike.

If that means breaking

every point of procedure,

then they're broke.

It's because his life was worth

a little bit more

than a wreath and a rifle salute.

You understand?

No, it's just me.

And what about you?

What about me?

Well, why you coming back

to this sh*t?

Cops die daily, and they die bad.

What makes Mike the exception?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Just something to do?

Something.

I know what time it is,

but you can still give me a kiss.

Audrey, I don't want to get into this

with you right now.

I just want to go to sleep.

I just want to lay down next to you,

and go right to sleep.

You want to kick my ass

all over in the morning,

that's... that's fine, but...

I just want to...

I'm f***ing beat, man.

You guys ever see this guy?

His name was Jimmy Fredricks...

was his street name.

He'd be dirtier, he was undercover.

No, no, no.

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you jumping up and down for?

What the f***'s the matter with you?

- Cold, man.

- Shut up.

Eh! What are you,

his interpreter?

Speak English, will you?

You're f***ing in America.

Speak English.

Remember a guy named Jimmy Franks?

No, man.

Stop jumping up and f***ing down.

Have you ever seen him?

He used to do a lot

of business down here.

I'm the one that does business

on the bridge.

Oh, yeah?

You ever seen this guy before?

He's a cop... street name's

Jimmy Fredricks.

A guy named Jimmy Fredricks.

What's his street name?

That's his name...

Jimmy Fredricks.

He'd sometimes go by Calvess.

No?

No.

- Nothing?

- Nothing.

How you doing, all right?

Everything beautiful, yeah.

Yeah?

Let me ask you a little bit of a...

there was a cat named Jimmy Fredricks,

used to hang around here.

Jimmy Fredricks?

Yeah, yeah.

I don't know that guy.

Let's go, a**hole, game's over.

I want to ask you

a question about a guy.

A cat named Jimmy Fredricks.

Does he live around here?

No.

You sure?

No, this is not your neighborhood?

- No.

- Haven't seen him.

I ain't got sh*t to say to you.

I want to ask some questions.

F*** this, man.

Oh! You know a guy

named Jimmy Fredricks?

Jimmy Fredricks!

Jimmy Fredricks!

Are you high right now?

Nah, man.

Are you sure?

Because you look f***in' spun to me.

I'm looking for a cat

named Jimmy Fredricks.

Is it relative to the case?

Hey!

Yeah? You work around here?

Come on, give me a break.

Hey! What the f***

you running for?!

A cop got killed here about, uh...

Never too cold for p*ssy, is it?

You stay right there.

You stay right there!

A guy named Calvess, yeah.

Went by his street name,

Jimmy Fredricks.

I never knew a Fredricks or a Calvess.

Fredricks sound more familiar though.

Now, he didn't go by

nothing else, right?

That I can't tell you.

Nobody knows Calvess.

Nobody knows Calvess as Fredricks.

Nobody's seen his f***ing picture.

Calvess, Fredricks, maybe

he didn't go by either one.

I'll holler at some niggas,

though, see where it fall out.

My name is Tellis.

What I'm sayin' is, I work and stuff.

Okay, no, that's cool.

What're you talking about, man?

I'll do whatever I want.

Everyone's out of town.

So I heard that.

Help! Help!

This guy's pretending

to be a cop, man!

He denies it, he grabs the aerosol can

and then some matches

and lights her head up.

That's her screaming.

So he mentions this Jimmy Fredricks,

and Cheevers told us to

route this through you.

And what's he saying?

Guy claims he's the snitch for him.

Says he'll trade what he has to say

for some type of sentence reduction.

Oh, we can't do that.

We're not going to do that.

Well, we got him cuffed up there,

but he's got no pants on.

I tried to get a pair on him, but...

this guy's f***ing berserk.

All right.

What's her name?

Louisa Nuez.

What?

Louisa Nuez. It's all

we could get out of her.

They married?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't kick.

F***in' a**hole! Look what

he f***in' did to me!

Shut up!

Shut that dumb f***ing b*tch up!

Let go of me!

Let the f*** go!

Right there to the left.

Have fun.

Seor Itchy Cock.

What you saying, man, what that?

Looks like you got yourself

a bad situation, here, uh...

what's your name? Octavio?

Octavio?

That's it?

Going firebug on your old lady's wig?

What's all this f***ing drug stuff?

Yo, man, did you see what

she did to my f***ing jimmy?

What that puta b*tch did to my sh*t?

She out there tossing her

nasty snatch on the curb.

She come back here poison p*ssy.

Now, I can't hardly even walk around.

I can't have no fabrics on, nothing.

Look at it, check it out.

All right, okay, Hoss, let's

just holster that up, okay?

I ain't never seen no sh*t like that,

black and blue.

I can't wear no drawers.

This sh*t hurts so bad,

I go take a piss...

piss don't even want to come out.

She f***ing set fire

to my dick, I'll burn her head down.

Yeah, uh...

Great.

You want to talk to us

about a Michael Calvess?

Who?

Michael Calvess.

You used to snitch

for a Michael Calvess.

His street name was Jimmy Fredricks.

What can you tell us?

Jimmy Fredricks.

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