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So you guys are basically f***ed.

How many cops does he have

on his payroll? Tell us.

- Well, there's the woman cop, Carol.

- That's the lady cop.

I don't know. He could have a bunch.

This dude is super well-connected.

And he has a really awesome

hideout too. It's pretty badass.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What else?

He's at a war right now

with the Asians.

They're in a drug war right now.

Asians? What Asians?

Indians are technically Asian.

- It's true.

- What Asians?

I don't know. What? Chinese?

Or Korean or...

Vietcong?

Yeah, little... Just little Asian people.

Like, the Asians with the guns

and the drugs, and not his friends.

- Ding-dong.

- Hey, Red!

- Oh, sh*t.

- Oh, they're here.

They're here to kill me.

Okay, I know I sold y'all out. I've been

a son of a b*tch and a shitty friend.

Saul, I'm talking to you.

Dale, you're a new friend.

I can make it up.

I forgot, "bro's before ho's."

Just go out the back porch.

I won't say anything.

- I'll cover for you.

- Thanks.

No sweat.

It was Dale Denton.

Dale Denton and Saul.

They're on the back porch.

You can catch them if you hurry. Go.

Hey. In here.

I've gotta get to a phone. Come on.

- We should hide.

- Why?

If Red tells Ted's guys

about my name...

...then they'll go to my apartment.

There, I have Angie's name. They'll

put that together, find her. Let's go.

No. I think we should stay.

- Why?

- I'm in the dumpster already.

Well, then, get out.

Come on, you're already dirty.

- They're gone.

- Well, find out what he knows.

Red, it's your last chance, man.

You gonna give us something

we can use?

Matheson, you gotta be kidding me.

I mean, what more do you want?

I told you that the guy's name

is Dale Denton.

He's obviously working with Saul.

They came in here,

busted my house to sh*t.

They kicked the hell out of me...

...duct-taped me

to my grandfather's wheelchair.

What more do you want?

Want me to read your horoscope?

- You hear that, Ted?

- Ask if either of them were Asian.

- What skin color were they?

- They were white people.

Denton might've been a Jew.

I don't know.

I don't judge people

based on things like that.

Obviously. We're friends.

Ted, you hear him?

Dale Denton:
not Asian.

All right. Kill Red.

Listen, I would appreciate it

if both y'all would take your shoes off.

This is brand-new carpet.

You're tracking mud in here.

Matheson, you got

British Knights on.

I ain't seen anybody wear them

since 1 98 7.

What the hell are you doing?

Ted told me to kill him.

Well, how about

a little f***ing discretion here?

See? See? See, right there.

You see that?

- You catch it?

- See what?

You used to not give

a f*** about discretion.

I seen you pull somebody's

jawbone off. I seen it.

You was ruthless.

You was ruthless, man.

What the f***, man?

You shot me in my stomach.

I'm gonna die now probably.

I had you all over here for dinner.

Fish tacos.

This how you do me?

So, what did Budlofsky

and Matheson say?

I don't know.

There's this guy, Saul...

...something, selling weed who works

with some guy, Dale Denton.

That's all he got out of him.

Do you think he has anything to do

with the guy that we shot?

Well, did he say anything else?

Saul mentioned something about

"going to the casino."

- Weird.

- "Going to the casino"?

The Asians own the casino, Ted.

- I need another beer.

- He's gotta be working for them.

Maybe after we popped that guy,

they hired this outside guy, Dale...

What's his name? Denton?

- to finish the job.

Maybe.

Maybe. Well, I'll be back in an hour.

I'll have everything there is to know

about this Dale Denton guy.

Who he's screwing,

who's his mother, everything.

I have to take a sh*t.

Wait. Where are we going?

I gotta... I gotta get to Angie's.

I have to make sure she's okay.

What about my bubbe?

Don't think they'll go after her.

I mean, she has

a different last name.

Belogus.

I don't know. We should get out of

the middle of the road. Come on.

You guys can wait

as long as you want...

...but one minute from right now,

I'm gonna eat some food.

And you can call it rude.

You can call it whatever you want.

You can be polite with your clean

plates, but I'm gonna be eating food.

Dad, he'll be here.

I'm going in the other room and eat it,

check my e-mail. I'm done.

Honey, we're at the table.

No one's going to leave the table.

- Okay. This is it.

- All right. Let's do this.

No, no, no. I'm going alone.

- No.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- I wanna meet Angie.

- You'll meet her later, man. Look.

Look, I need you to stay out here.

Keep guard, okay?

- It's important. Watch my back.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- All right. Just be yourself.

I'll keep guard.

Hey.

Sh*t.

Oh, no.

Hey, Dale.

- Hello, Dale.

- Hey.

Dinner.

This is the dinner you invited me to.

That was tonight. That's why I'm here.

Sit. Please.

Of course. Hi.

- Hi.

- Shannon.

- Intros.

- Great to meet you.

- Robert, if I'm not mistaken.

- Sit down, so we can eat.

- Hi, Dale.

- Hey. Okay.

- What happened to you?

- Nothing.

I'm supposed to be here right now.

So I'm here.

- You're all dirty and bleeding.

- No, I'm not. I'm here for dinner.

- You have scratches on your forehead.

- Dude, you smell like sh*t.

- Dale, what happened to you?

- I was in the woods.

- In the woods?

- Yeah. Isn't that weird? I was...

- I was in the woods.

- What were you doing?

I bird-watch. I don't.

No, I don't.

Look, I'm gonna come clean.

I witnessed a murder, okay?

I saw someone

murder someone else...

...and I think

they've been following me.

There's a good chance

they went to my apartment...

...where Angie has a lot of things.

Her yearbooks, report cards,

her cell number is written...

...and it's on my fridge.

So they could then find this house.

They could come here.

We should call the police

right away.

We can't. The police

were the murderers.

We can't call the police.

They were the murderers.

Angie, I swear to God,

you do something or I'm gonna...

- So f***ed up.

- No. Don't let him "gonna."

No, don't wanna. Look,

we gotta get the F out of here.

Let's go. We need to begin

to prematurely evacuate.

- Are you high?

- What? No. I'm not high. Why..?

You are high as a f***ing kite.

I'm not high. Let's go.

We're not going.

I'm coming back in a minute.

You know what I'm coming back with?

With a gun.

You better be out.

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

Your gun? His gun?

Why do you..? Don't get a gun.

Why would he bear arms?

No, we need to go.

Everyone, I'm leading the parade.

- This is so exciting.

- Okay, okay.

Is this where you're parked?

Let's sally forth.

Who is after you, after Angie?

They're drug dealers. I have reason

to believe that they're drug dealers.

What are you talking about?

You're out of your mind.

- I know it sounds crazy.

- Hide.

Dale! Dale! Dale! It's happening.

I was eating a Fruit Roll...

- Why'd you do that?

- God!

- Get it!

- Jesus! Okay! Just stop!

- Angie, what did you do?

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