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tryin' to play on my emotions right now.

That's what you're tryin' to do.

I know this whole game.

I know--

- What do you know?

- I don't know anything.

Except that we found drugs

on the scene.

Cocaine. We're running tests.

We think it may be the stuff

from the evidence locker.

You look a little nervous, Pete.

Something you wanna tell me?

- You know anything about drugs, Julie?

- Enough to stay away.

Do I need to call a lawyer?

Not yet. But we may need you

for additional questioning...

so don't go anywhere.

- Were you crying?

- No!

How are you holding up?

We're fine.

Well, they're suspending the unit,

pending further investigation.

- What did Briggs tell you?

- Nothin'.

Our captain's dead, they don't know what

happened and they found drugs on him.

They think they're from

the evidence locker.

Every man's gotta

make a living, right?

Shut up.

You didn't even know him.

He was a great cop. Shut up!

A little too much coffee.

Oh, baby.

Look, um--

I'm gonna do what I can

to get you back on.

And I'm gonna do it because

it's what Adam Greer would've wanted.

But you're gonna have

to lay low...

for a while, so--

I can't believe I'm doin' this.

This is my address

and home phone.

If you need anything.

Thanks.

He was my friend.

Since when's he so friendly?

- Since maybe his best friend just died.

- So what.

So what?

- You're an a**hole. Greer was--

- Greer was what?

You're actin' like this guy was

your best friend. He wasn't your daddy.

F*** you! You guys wanna play like this

doesn't matter, like you don't care?

Fine, I'm out.

This is Billy. Leave a message,

and I'll get back to you.

You ready to get

to the bottom of this?

What do you mean?

Well, for starters, we gotta

find that guy with the leather pants.

So, what-- How do you think

we're gonna do that?

I know a friend of his.

- For me?

- Is what for you?

- The fish?

- For you.

Thank you.

Can I come in?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Of course.

- Your address was listed, so--

- I'm so proud to have one.

You sounded so depressed on the message.

I thought I'd come by and cheer you up.

Thank you.

God, I must look like sh*t.

I've been asleep all day.

- That's not possible.

- Yeah, actually.

- I'm sorry. Whoops.

- It's all right. It's okay.

That the perp's place, bro?

- Yeah.

- Stop, bro.

- Stop, stop.

- What?

I think I should drive in

and make the collar.

Are you crazy? Man, you're lucky

I let you ride in the car.

Dude, the guy knows

what you look like, all right?

So?

Dude, your cover's been blown,

all right?

Your cover's been blown.

Your cover has been blown. All right?

I gotta do it. That's it.

Dude, I'm gonna go in there

and I'm gonna bring him out.

Bro, I'm still under.

I got it.

Oh, sh*t!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Stop! Police!

Hey! Somebody grab that guy!

Grab that guy!

Goddamn it!

Look, I told you, man,

that's not even my stuff, okay?

It's some-- What?

I was just giving Gilbert a ride

to meet some cop.

It was just a car pool situation.

That's not a crime. Just savin' gas.

Dude, I'm sorry about the car.

He was gettin' away.

I mean, what do you

want me to do?

- Dude, it's just water.

- Save it!

Look, where's leather pants live?

- Who?

- Gilbert O'Reilly.

Look, are you guys really cops?

- 'Cause my boss is just--

- Dude, we're undercover.

Really?

What'd he do, anyway?

Dude, we think he killed

our boss, all right?

Would you shut up?

Yeah, shut up, man!

- You keep tickling me.

- Hold still! I gotta concentrate.

Come on!

- You're being-- What're you doin'?

- I gotta go.

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do. I gotta go.

Why?

I gotta go meet my sponsor.

You're gonna wear my lipstick?

This is my address, okay?

And next week,

I'm gonna cook you dinner.

Since when do you know

how to cook?

I have a week.

I'll learn.

- See you.

- See you.

- Watch the car.

- Sorry, man.

- Sure he lives here?

- Yeah.

You know, he's a surfer guy,

so he likes to be near the water.

Knock?

I don't think he's home.

Stand back.

Stand back!

Oh, sh*t.

What the hell is wrong with you, man?

- Bro, stand back.

- Where'd you get that from?

Dude, it's my dad's.

Oh, yeah.

You know how to use it?

Bro, you just point and shoot.

Look, just don't point

and shoot at me.

You know what?

No guns, okay?

- Guns are bad.

- Shut up!

- I know a guy once--

- Shut up!

Do a perimeter search, all right?

Cover me.

- With what?

- Cover me.

Are you nuts?

All right.

What do we do now?

- We wait.

- Cops wait.

Hello?

I think I have the wrong number.

- Hello?

- Who's this?

- Who's this?

- Who's this?

I told you not to pick up

the f***in' phone!

Hello. Yellow Cab.

Can I get a cab

over at Hollywood and Vine?

- Pull over here.

- All right.

Here you go.

Well?

- Hold on. Wait a second.

- All right.

Follow that Caddie.

You got it.

- Here you go.

- Keep the change.

Come on.

Do some business with me.

Do you see I'm busy?

- Leave me alone.

- It'll just take a couple minutes.

I'll leave you alone as soon as we deal

with this in the back with some privacy.

- You're driving me crazy.

- All right. Shut up!

I love you, sweetheart.

You know, you're a pain in the ass.

- Come on.

- You're a pain in the ass!

Yeah, but you love me. I'm a pain

in the ass, but you love my ass.

You're making me laugh.

You wanna make a big deal with me?

I know you got something

goin' down...

with one of your bands and drugs--

You leave the f***in' boys

outta this!

- They can really rock and roll.

- What?

This is a joke, right?

You are a pimp, Billy.

A pimp. You do drugs.

That doesn't mean you should sell 'em.

Just say no, man.

Just tell me when and where it's goin'

down and I will bring the cash, okay?

You wanna be a big shot?

You wanna make the big f***in' deal?

Okay, you're in. But you better not

mess with me or I'll crush your balls.

- I would not mess with you.

- Or the band. They really got a future.

- Okay, okay. Can I use your phone?

- Who are you gonna call?

I'm gonna call the cops, Howard.

Funny, very funny.

Keep it local.

Bob? Hey. Yeah,

I just talked to him. Deal's set.

You relax, Bob. None of them have

any idea that I know they're cops.

Especially her. Look,

I'm her goddamn dream man, okay?

No, you listen to me! If you wanna have

somebody else take a shot...

like Tricky or one of

the other men in blue that--

The what?

All right.

I gotta go.

Something's come up.

I gotta go. Bye.

- Wow.

- Hi, baby.

- Is this for me?

- Mm-hmm.

Really? Come here.

Dude, I think there's something

down there, bro.

- What?

- I don't know. Wait!

I hear some voices down there.

- It's the ocean.

- Wait. No, listen.

Get back in the car.

Get back in the car.

No, I will shoot you.

- Get back in the car.

- All right.

Let's go.

Be quiet, Gilbert.

All right?

Sit down!

Bye, Gilbert.

Man, I thought I told you, no guns.

My ankle! Sh*t!

Oh, Jesus. Who's this?

- Beats me.

- Come on.

Let's dump him in the trailer

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