Narc Page #3

Yeah, yeah, yeah, him.

He dead, right?

That's right, he was killed.

Yeah, I seen it on TV, too.

Yo, could I get a quick hit?

What'd you say?

My cock

is killing me, man.

Let me get a quick hit.

A quick hit.

I'll talk to you.

What?

I'll talk to you.

It's almost impossible

you're this dumb.

You're serious.

Yeah, just a quick one.

Please, bro.

F***ing junkies.

Who got a lighter?

I used my last match on that b*tch.

Yo, man,

I know my ass is going to jail.

I ain't got no paper

to post bail on.

I'm f***ed.

I'm f***ed.

What it gonna matter

I hit this real quick?

It ain't gonna half time

or no sh*t like that, right?

I hit this,

and I'll talk to you guys.

Come on, yo, my nerves.

They're all, like,

jingle-jangly. Oh, f***!

You going to tell us everything?

Yeah.

You sure?

Oh, yeah.

Don't f*** with us.

This sh*t is f***ing heaven, dawg.

All right, enough.

We took care of you, now talk to us

about Calvess and knock that sh*t off,

or else I'm going

to turn a hose on you.

No, it hurts, man.

Stop picking at it, then!

Now, Calvess.

Go!

Talk to me!

I seen him over on Bell Isle

a few months back.

He beefing with my boy, Leo Lee.

You know Leo Lee?

Yeah, you know him and sh*t?

Yeah. Leonard Leflore.

He's just a punk narc.

We used to run raids

on his ass every other day.

So what were they arguing about?

Some sh*t, man.

Lee pinched on a buy.

That dude, Calvess,

he got a bad temper, yo.

He beat up on...

Listen to me, nobody gives

a sh*t what you think you saw.

Just tell us what happened.

Yo, I'm telling you, man, I saw him

spit on him.

I saw him walk away, told him,

"nigga" this, "nigga" that.

Who-who,

Calvess?

Yeah, man.

Don't be f***ing with me.

I'm not f***ing with you.

This sh*t ain't talking

too loud, is it?

Yo, I swear that I saw it, man.

They, like, scrapping and sh*t.

They, like, argue,

okay?

Let go of me!

So... you gonna use that, man?

F***ing a**hole! Look what

you f***ing did to me!

That's right, b*tch.

I'll burn you.

Look at my f***ing hair!

I'll burn you up with that sh*t!

F*** you!

F*** you!

I hate you!

Crotch rot, p*ssy stank!

F*** you!

Puta sucia de la vagallado!

I-I-I love you, baby! F***!

I love you!

F*** you!

That's a good woman.

What do you know about this Leflore,

'cause his name doesn't

do anything for me.

There's no mention of him

in any of Mike's duty summaries.

There's no F.I. card on him.

He's just a nickle-bagger

I ran across

maybe half a dozen times.

He's got two whole hobbies...

ganja and guns.

Other than that, he's a f***ing bore.

But I guarantee he's

got outstanding warrants.

You want to run him?

Lay down on the floor,

this is the police!

Go.

Oh.

Nick!

You doing good?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry I didn't make...

I couldn't get to

Gabe's birthday party.

It's just... I just

had a lot of stuff to do.

Don't worry about it,

we didn't miss you.

Thanks for the present, anyway.

Yeah, well... Nick Tellis,

this is a really good friend

of mine, Art Harlan.

How you doing?

He works with the Coroner's Office.

So I hear your name on the call,

and this one I have to see.

What'd you do, drown him?

No, this might have to do with Mike.

- Calvess?

- Yeah.

What the hell you doing with that?

I thought they were closing it out?

No, not yet.

Okay, thanks, guys.

It's good.

Rub-a-dub-dub.

Wow.

He's been here for a while.

How long you think?

I'm guessing he's sitting in this...

two, three weeks.

That long?

Oh, yeah. He's ripe.

Okay, subject has

distended bloat, upper, lower torso.

Clotting and...

hematoma discoloration.

Hello.

What is it?

A tooth.

Oh, my God.

Back molar.

Blasted it

right out of his head.

Well, most of his

mandible was shattered,

along with the rest

of the dental palette,

so IDing him outright's

going to be a little tricky.

Sorry.

What do you got there?

Looks like a Mossberg,

SG 6-shot.

I don't know how the f*** he got this.

What? Why?

It's tactical issue, Metro PD.

SWAT team uses it.

It looks like

the serial number's been filed down.

Let me see that.

Definitely looks like

our man opted out with it.

No question about that.

Oh, damn!

I don't know about that.

Well, not on purpose.

Why? What do you mean?

There's no firing pin mark

on the casing.

Boy never even pulled the trigger.

Hmm.

So what do you think happened?

I'm stretching here, but...

knowing old Leo,

I think maybe he was high

out of his f***ing mind,

reaches for the bong,

goes down, breaks...

His lazy ass is not getting out

of this warm water, so...

he sees the gauge, maybe,

and takes a little green bud,

decides to pop it in the breach,

fires it up, starts toking away,

forgets there's a shell in the pipe,

flame hits the firing cap.

That's beautiful.

Bubble bath, earful of

tunes, smoking some hub,

and this is how the evening ends!

Art.

That's f***ing fantastic.

That still doesn't explain

the Mossberg.

I don't know how he got that.

Well...

if it is tact ordinance,

it could be an underground buy.

I mean, their armory's been

broken into a few times.

Yeah, it could be.

Or he could've known a cop.

Or somebody who knew a cop.

What do you want to do about this?

Nothing.

Just let Art finish up.

Recovery sweep through,

if they find something good,

if they get a stolen weapons hit,

great.

What we came here to do

is corroborate Ruiz' story,

which we obviously can't do.

That's all right.

I think it was all bullshit anyway.

Hey, Art, I'll talk to you later.

Okeydoke.

I hear bubbles.

I hear bubbles.

Uh-oh.

What are you guys doing up?

We had a deal, I thought,

you and me, there?

So you want to talk about this now,

or you want to wait or what?

I-I don't know.

What are we going to talk about?

Oh, my God, what could

we have to talk about?

You know what?

I can't believe that

you're out there again.

And don't say that you're not

or give me any of that crap.

What are you talking about?

There's hours involved.

I'm sorry. There are.

What do you want me to tell you?

Why don't you tell me who

uttered that f***ing famous, uh,

"This job'll either

burn you out or bury you"?

Do you remember saying that?

Yeah, it's narcotics, Audrey...

You know, I'm just curious.

How bad you think that it was, huh?

Tell me what you remember,

'cause I'll tell you what I remember.

Five months pregnant,

being in a detox tank with you.

What the f*** is this coming from?

Not sleeping and watching you...

What does that have to f***ing

do with anything, huh?

...climb the walls.

Do you remember that?

I'm a little late for bath time?

Well, excuse me.

I've been giving him one

every day for seven months!

Your acting like this is no big thing,

like you can just jump in

and then just jump out again.

It is a big thing, all right.

It's a f***ing big thing!

Yeah, it's two weeks

work, is what it is.

You know what, that's bullshit.

That is...

That is bullshit!

That's all you want me

to think that it is.

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