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for, like, an hour.

I was doin' something.

I'd love to know what you were doin'

while I was out there waitin'.

- It's a police matter.

- What's a police matter?

- Shut your face.

- Why don't you try stealin' drugs...

- from the evidence locker?

- What? What'd you say?

Stealin' drugs

from the evidence locker.

You better watch what you say

and who you're saying it to.

- Let me tell you something, Linc.

- Save it.

Shut up and listen to me.

One of these days, you'll wake up

and be 30. Who knows? Maybe even 40.

Get up when I talk to you.

Get up.

And you're gonna be alone,

all alone.

You're gonna realize not everybody

in this world is your enemy.

I'm trying to do my job. I suggest you

do the same and quit breaking my balls.

It's enough already.

Get off my desk, please.

- Is there any luck at the club?

- Look, Captain.

We're just trying to get

really, really deep undercover.

Yeah.

- The manager's a real creep.

- Yeah? And?

It feels like there's definitely

something going on in there.

I don't care about feelings. This isn't

a feelings business. Get some evidence.

You're on the roof

with Eckford and Lanier.

Take off those stupid sunglasses

and do what you're told.

Yes, sir.

There are people breathing down my neck

to get rid of all three of you.

- What'd we do?

- Arson, assault and robbery.

Now, get out. And remember, I'm the only

thing keeping you clowns out of prison.

- Man, this job sucks!

- Beats jail.

A deal's a deal.

- What the hell?

- Dude, they're not there.

- What are you doin' in here?

- Eckford and Lanier.

What?

They never showed.

Give me the keys.

- The keys to what?

- I got no car. This is a stakeout.

- Are you crazy? Hell no.

- Come on!

This is a cop thing. You can't just

leave me standing there like an a**hole.

- I swear to God, man. One scratch--

- All right.

- What can I get you, slick?

- I'll take a malt liquor, sister.

I need you to find out everything

you can about this guy over there...

with the blonde hair

and leather pants in the booth.

Is he your guy?

Yeah.

All right.

I'll see what I can do.

- What?

- It's so freaky to see you again.

- Freaky?

- Yeah.

- Maybe it's just the hair. I don't know.

- My hair?

I wanna say that I'm sorry

about what happened before.

About not calling

and disappearing like that.

- I was an a**hole.

- Forget it. It was a long time ago.

- We were both really f***ed up.

- Yeah, I know, but I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry that I hurt you.

- Forgiven. It's over. We're movin' on.

What are you doin' in this place

other than keeping me from my job?

Take a break?

Now?

- Just to talk.

- Yeah.

You can page me

if you need to talk to me.

See ya!

- Bye, Gilbert.

- Let's go. You can do this later.

How are you doin'?

- I'm all right.

- Are you here with someone?

- No.

- Would you like to be?

Maybe later.

I gotta go.

Not really goin' for

waitress of the month, are you?

Apparently not.

I missed you.

- Hey, there.

- Hi.

Whoa, whoa.

I thought we were just gonna talk.

Oh, please.

Hey, my man!

Okay, give me the keys.

Give me the keys!

Gilbert, no, man.

I'm giving you a ride. That's enough.

Give me the keys.

- Be careful.

- Always.

- Pop the trunk.

- Why?

Because it's cold and buggin'.

I want my jacket. Okay, Gilbert?

Put on your jacket

and let's go!

- Ah, man!

- "Ah, man" what?

- Hey.

- Cops!

Cops? Sh*t!

Get the car!

Sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

Come on, man!

Sorry!

Who's your friend?

Look, man, I was just giving him

a lift, man. That's all.

Where?

Just under the Sixth St. bridge.

That was all.

I was just gonna take him

under the Sixth St. bridge!

His name's Gilbert O'Reilly.

I told him I'd give him a ride.

I was, like, designated driver.

You know, like a car pool.

I'll take you to where he lives.

Okay, you want a car wash?

I work at the Valley Car Wash.

I'll give you a free car wash...

on the--

Julie, someone said

they saw you come in here.

- What?

- What are you doing in here?

What do you think I'm doing, Red?

I've been lookin' for you all night.

You're not supposed to be in the VIP.

Finish up and get your ass

back down to work.

Oh, my God.

- I guess I should get back to work.

- Oh, really?

Yeah. You can stay up here,

if you want.

- You know what? I have to go.

- Oh, okay.

- I have to go to this club.

- That's cool.

Look. Here's my number.

You call me. I mean it.

Whenever you need anything,

anytime, please.

- Okay?

- It's nice talking to you.

It's nice talking to you too.

- See you.

- See you.

Oh, God.

Linc, I can't believe it, man.

I mean, I can't--

I mean, I can't believe it, man.

Dude--

If people could learn

to drive in this city!

I'm gonna call my lawyer friend,

all right? No, no, no.

Where you goin'?

I gotta tell Jules we're goin'.

What about that guy?

I caught the guy.

He talked, and I let him go.

All right.

You sure about this, Linc?

Look, the dude said the guys

are meeting a cop under this bridge.

Greer's got nothin'

to do with drugs, man.

He helped me get sober, you know?

Could you have parked

further away?

- Precautions, man.

- Paranoid, man.

Oh, my God.

It's Greer.

Oh, man.

Oh, my--

Oh, my God.

I mean, I can't believe it.

Is that cocaine?

So, what do we do?

We gotta get

the hell out of here.

I'm not gonna just leave him here.

What are you talkin' about?

Let's go.

Wait, wait, wait.

We're cops, all right?

We're on the scene.

This is our job. All right?

We're not that kind of cops, man.

We gotta go now!

Come on!

You all right?

I can't believe he's dead.

They're gonna think we were in on it.

They're gonna come for us.

Why would they come for us?

Because we're in the clubs, Pete.

We're his kids.

Greer wasn't like that.

It was a setup.

All right, look.

You were sick. We were giving you a lift

home. That's why we left the club.

Okay? All right?

Okay.

Show time.

I'm Detective Briggs, Internal Affairs.

I just got a few questions for you.

Okay.

- Tell me where you were tonight.

- I don't know.

We sent a car over to the club.

- None of you were there.

- Julie was sick.

- How are you doing, Julie?

- I'm all right.

- What was wrong?

- I don't know.

Do I look like a doctor?

I said she wasn't feeling well.

No, I was in the--

I was in the bar.

- No work tonight?

- I had an upset stomach...

so I left work early,

and Pete and Linc drove me home.

No, no, no.

I was outside the bar.

You guys must be gettin'

pretty tight.

- Not really.

- Not really?

Julie got sick in the bar,

and I had to take her home.

I went in the bar to get Linc,

'cause I can't drive Linc's--

- So you just took off?

- Eckford and Lanier, they left too.

- Where were Eckford and Lanier?

- I don't know.

- Ask me a question. Anything you want.

- Where were you when Greer got shot?

What?

- Greer's dead?

- Sorry.

Two shots to the chest.

It looked like something exploded.

You know what you're doin'? You're

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