"Cease fire!" "Cease fire!" "Heads up!" "Man down!" "Cease fire!" "Stupid motherfucker!" "Sí." "What's up, Sylvia?" "Cute little outfit." "You look nice." "Mike's in the bedroom." "Yeah?" "Man, I said you look nice." "I have a court appearance, Jim." "Well, you just give 'em hell." "Hey." "Spiffy duds, huh?" "You look like a gift-wrapped turd." "Now please leave me alone." "I have to concentrate." "I have two filings and a deposition today." "Play nice, kids." "What up, dog?" "Nothing." "Just got back." "Cool." "Cool." "How was Mexico, dog?" "Oh, it was a dream, man." "Loving my woman." "Right." "That's it." "I'm out of here." "Those are copies of your resumé." "Pass them out like candy." "'Cause I can always print up more." "And just call me if anything happens, okay?" "And no drinking." "Come on, baby, be cool." "Honey, I'm serious." "No drinking." "Okay?" "I love you." "I love you, too." "Good luck." "Your suit's fine, okay?" "Dude, she called me a gift-wrapped turd." "Don't be fucking with her, dude." "She's pissed." "Why is she on the warpath?" "Dog I didn't look for work yesterday, dude." "Sold some of her CDs, bought a couple of 40s and a pack of GPCs." "Caught a buzz and watched my Chicago Vs." "Lakers tapes." "That's on you, homie." "We didn't even hang yesterday." "I was out of the country." "So?" "My old lady still thinks it's your fault." "Huh?" "Huh?" "Hmm?" "Come on, dude, let's get the fuck out of here and find my ass some employment." "It's cool you driving me around?" "Yeah, dude, it's cool." "It's no trouble." "Here, asshole." "Breakfast." "Oh... ho, ho..." "Dog." "No pisto for me, dude." "Today's a no-pounding day." "You heard the woman." "Good." "More for me." "Fuck it." "Salud." "Salud." "Man, hope they put me in the next class or I'm fucked." "I can't pay my rent." "Landlady's about to pull a gauge on my ass." "What happened to all that money you saved in the army, dude?" "The tax-free shit?" "Man, bro, this fucking ride cleaned me out." "I guess we drank up the rest." "Dumb ass." "Cops better start paying you, dude." "You spend enough fucking time with them." "They better start kicking me down some paychecks, man." "They got me hopping through hoops, you know?" ""Come in for a test." "Come back in two weeks."" "Another test, another two weeks." "Fuck." "Shit gets real you be hating life." "Party time will be over." "Dude, you don't know how much." "I'm looking forward to this shit." "You know, I'll be super recruit." "I was jumping out of choppers in the mountains, taking down hard motherfuckers, you know?" "I'll be laughing my way through LAPD's reindeer games." "Shit, they're gonna love me." "Yeah, yeah, you're gonna fucking love them, dude." "Ah, fuck you." "I'm going to love my old lady." "I'm gonna marry homegirl." "Import her ass." "Oh, come on, man." "Dude, what happened to all the honeys we were gonna pimp with your badge, dog?" "You're fucking up the plan." "I've been thinking, you know?" "Love's about sacrifice." "Only true measure of it." "What would you do for Sylvia?" "Get a job." "Mm..." "Nine to fucking five." "Yeah." "That's love." "Hey." "Good morning." "So when do you officially hand your ass over to the Man?" ""Mr. Jim Davis, we regret to inform..." "I had two beers, right?" "Yeah." "Going fucking blind or something." "Okay, this letter says, quoting..." ""no longer eligible as a police officer candidate."" "What the fuck does that mean?" "Come on, dude." ""no longer eligible"?" "I mean, what does that sound like?" "They pulled the plug, dude." "No, no..." "Why?" "Oh, man, I'll bet you..." "I'll bet you it's 'cause I'm white." "I bet it's 'cause you're a dick." "No, no, no, Mike, you don't understand." "I am fucked." "I got to get married." "Okay?" "INS won't let me bring Marta across unless I got employment." "I promised her." "This fucks up my plan." "This is fucking bullshit, okay?" "This... these fucking assholes..." "These fucking assholes!" "What the fuck is their problem, man?" "!" "This is fucking typical cop hate game bullshit!" "Yo, yo, fucking chill, Magilla Gorilla." "I mean you're trippin', dude." "Hey, what the fuck are you looking at, asshole?" "!" "Fucking dick." "Yo, yo..." "Jim, Jim..." "I'm gonna fucking kick your teeth down your puke hole!" "You fucking want some?" "Jim, Jim, dude." "Kick back, dude." "The fucking light is green." "Get the fuck in the car." "Man, fuck." "You're going to catch a case doing that shit, man." "What the fuck were you doing?" "Fuck the LAPD, man." "What's up with Pasadena, Pomona, Santa Ana and all that?" "Oh, no, fuck the sticks." "L.A. City's the shit." "Hey, Sheriff's Department." "It's good enough for the INS and still basically L.A., right?" "Yeah, Sheriff's Department, yeah." "They make you work the jails the first two years or something." "I could be cracking heads up at the Honor Ranch." "I'll give 'em a call, start testing." "Yeah." "That's right." "Yo, it's just a minor setback, right?" "Quit trippin', dude." "Shit." "Hey, you know what I want to do?" "What?" "I want to get fucked up." "Me, too, man." "I got to find a job and placate my baby, you know." "Sylvia's going to kick your ass?" "Come on, big man, she'll be cool." "Come on." "Bye, Nicole." "Bye." "Let me get a couple of singles, too, please." "Sorry, you buy whole pack." "Be cool, dude." "If I buy a whole pack." "I'm gonna want to smoke it." "I just want a couple of smokes with my beer." "City give me $1,500 ticket." "No more." "Asshole." "Thank you, sir." "Thank you, sir." "Oh, shit." "That fucking gangster, man." "Homeboy just ran a six second four-forty." "Damn, the chino looked fucking pissed, man." "You think we'll be able to go back there?" "I hate that shit." "Fuckin' chino lookin' at us like we were gonna bust him?" "Come on, dude." "We're wearin' suits, man." "We totally look like cops." "He said he got fined for that shit." "He was just being cautious." "Well, we got pisto, we got frajos." "Only one thing missin'." "Be-at-ches." "Oh, yeah, I mean besides bitches, man." "Yesca?" "Mm-hmm." "Bingo." "I need to feel some reefer madness." "You sure you want to score some bud, dude?" "You haven't smoked out since like forever, man." "I said I want to get fucked up, man." "Fuck this purity bullshit." "Yeah... fuck purity." "Aw, man, look at this zero-head, dog." "Stupid-ass cholo." "Look at that." "That dude's slangin', dog." "Want to get a dime?" "No, I want it all." "Go for the stash, man." "Whoa, go, go, go." "Hey, hey, yo, yo." "That's my shit!" "Fuck." "Outstanding." "Out-fucking-standing." "That shit was slick." "That motherfucker just got schooled." "Bitch-ass cholo." "Check this shit out, huh?" "Yeah." "Nice motherfucking haul." "You see that shit, huh?" "Mm." "It's not laced either." "Smell that shit." "Smell that motherfucking shit." "We just burned my car." "We go back there, we're gonna get shot." "Yeah, no shit." "Man, bust that light." "Roll that shit up." "Yeah, yeah, Cool." "Yo, let's drop off some resumés first." "Then we'll smoke out, dude." "Some resumés." "Yeah." "Ah, man, fresh air." "Look." "Oh!" "They're dropped off, man." "You fucking asshole, man." "I got to get a fucking job, man." "What's your problem, man?" "What the fuck are you doing, dickhead." "Yo, Mike, first day looking nobody ever gets a job their first day looking." "Come on, don't sweat it, man." "Hey, I can't fuck around tomorrow." "I got to get a job for sure." "This is your job, man." "So act like a fucking professional spark up the goods, 'cause we got a lot of work to do." "It's harsh." "It's good, though." "You okay?" "How are those lungs, baby?" "There it is." "That magic feeling." "Damn, look at that bitch." "Oh, damn." "Fuck, yeah." "She's fucking good." "I bet she got skills." "I want to get laid." "You just saw your woman." "Only hit her once, man." "We can't go nowhere alone." "They got me sleeping in the car." "Family's got that ass under guard, huh?" "Lock and key." "Fuck, I want to get laid." "Pay a visit to my harem, huh?" "Online, pornmeister." "Uh-uh, let's go to Letty's pad, man." "How much you want to bet I hit it." "She won't, dog." "How much you want to bet?" "She won't give you shit, dog." "You big time fucked her over." "Aw, man, I popped that poodahey." "I got that mind control, man." "How much you want to bet I get back up in it?" "20 bucks?" "You ain't got 20 bucks." "So, neither do you, man." "Come on, shake on that shit." "Come on." "What the fuck, let's go." "I got it." "What's up, Patty?" "Y tu hermana?" "She ain't here." "Y sabes que?" "You're not welcome in this house." "Sure, Patty." "I'd love to come in." "Thank you." "Are they here?" "You're looking fine, as fuck, chulas." "Don't... don't touch me, please." "Hey, hey." "You got to get out of here." "Letty..." "I just wanted to see you again." "Hey, Patty, you want to grab me a pisto or something?" "I ain't grabbing you shit." "Oh, you still got a mouth, huh?" "Maybe one day you'll learn how to keep it shut." "Laters." "I'm going to my room." "You know you have to run his ass out of here." "Baby." "Let's sit down." "No, no, no." "So, um..." "You a cop yet?" "I'm working on it." "Y tu?" "Que andas haciendo?" "Well, you know, I'm going to L.A. Trade Tech." "It's good you're doing positive shit." "What, after everything I don't get a kiss?" "It's because of everything you can't get a kiss." "Oh, come on, come here." "Yeah." "Don't." "Jim, I got a boyfriend." "Who?" "Flaco." "You're back with that piece of shit after what he did, Letty?" "You're not fucking him, are you?" "Please tell me no." "Yes." "So... just go." "'Cause there's nothing here for you, Jim." "See?" "Okay?" "I don't believe this shit, Letty." "You're too good for that." "You gotta go." "Go." "Please!" "Let me talk to them." "No, Jim, don't be stupid." "Please." "Okay?" "Largate." "Just go." "I guess it's later days." "Largate." "Just go!" "Flaco, the pinchi guero's here!" "Apuarte, Jim!" "Hurry up!" "Fuck him up!" "I got him!" "Fucking white boy!" "What's up, faggot?" "!" "We're going to fuck you up!" "Yo!" "pop the trunk so I can handle this shit!" "Fuck you, puto!" "I'll bust you!" "Leave him alone!" "Pop the fucking trunk!" "Jim!" "Oh, you fucked up!" "Get your fucking knees down on the curb now!" "Get the fuck over there, man!" "Don't fucking move unless you want your brains hanging out!" "What's your problem, Flaco?" "Motherfucker!" "Fucking knees on the curb, man!" "That's right!" "Interlock your fingers behind your heads, Flaco!" "You deaf fuck!" "Yo, Mike." "Yeah?" "Do up their ride." "Freeze, bitch!" "I'm going to take that big ass of yours home hit it for a minute, you know?" "Fuck off!" "Now you got it." "Yo, relax, homie." "You break Letty's heart, I'm coming for your mom." "Fuck!" "Hey, haina." "Whoo!" "Fuck off!" "Oh, yeah?" "What you got down here?" "Oh..." "Liking that." "Damn!" "Those are badass kicks, dog." "Lucky you got little bitch feet else I'd be stomping around in them motherfuckers." "Fuck you, puto." "Huh?" "Yeah." "Fuck you." "Yes?" "You fucking stay still!" "Bitches!" "If you didn't have that fucking gun ese, it wouldn't be about shit, homie." "Not fucking shit!" "Hey, later, Patty!" "I hope you're not pregnant, but you know you wanted me to blow in you." "Fuck you!" "Bye, Letty!" "Salud." "Divvy up the bounty, dude." "I know you got some cash." "I know I got more than that." "Yeah." "Here we go." "Shit." "That's my pussy she's giving away there." "Homeboy uses extra large." "Man, that's it?" "Next time jack someone with a job." "Well, fuck you." "What did you get, their lunch?" "Check it out." "Holy shit." "You're kidding me." "Whoo!" "It's a fucking Ruger P-94." "Nine millimeter." "14, plus one in the chamber." "It's a good fucking gun." "Durable." "It's brand-new." "It's a BB gun." "Yeah." "Cool." "Here you go, dog." "About time you got a cohete." "No." "I don't want it." "Why the fuck not?" "I'll use it." "That's a good reason." "Sell it." "How much you think we can get for the gun?" "Two bills, maybe three." "Costs six new." "We'll sell it and split the greenery." "You sure?" "It's cool, dude." "50-50." "Good BB gun though." "Shoot some birds and shit." "Hey, put that shit away." "Looks real as hell." "Not a bad day's work." "Get down to business though." "I know you didn't get any." "So pay up, motherfucker." "Dick." "Hello." "This is a message for Michael Alonzo." "This is Bob Luell at the Palm Glen Group." "We have reviewed your resumé and would like to make an appointment for later in the week." "Please call me at your earliest convenience." "Thank you." "Huh?" "That's good." "One more?" "This is fun." "Sounded a little gay, but it was good." "No, no, no. no." "That's it, dude." "That's it." "I get too many callbacks Sylvia's going to get suspicious." "Oh, Sylvia's going to be kissing your ass." "Not if she recognizes your voice." "Oh, she won't." "Here, sir." "No, no, no, no, no." "I'm cool." "Come on." "I'm cool." "I want to get home before the little woman and sober up." "Come on, bro." "One brew." "All right, but hey..." "I got to look for a job tomorrow for sure." "Okay?" "I can't be getting fucked up behind Sylvia's back when I'm supposed to be looking for work, man." "Not cool." "Tomorrow, for sure." "I got to find a job, too." "Hello." "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "That is correct." "Six years." "Honorably discharged." "Yes, sir." "I would love to." "Believe me, I would welcome the opportunity." "Tomorrow is not a problem." "Thank you, sir." "You have a good day, too." "Good-bye, sir." "That was the man, huh?" "You're all "Sir sir, sir."" "Yes!" "Fucking yes!" "Thank God!" "That was the man!" "That was the Federal man!" "The Federal man!" "Department of Homeland Security wants me to come in tomorrow to start testing!" "Oh, shit!" "Fucking A, my brother!" "That shit is righteous, motherfucker!" "It's on, homie!" "Wow, man." "Tomorrow." "So what the fuck you going to do now, dude?" "I got to take a piss test." "If I'm cool, I'm in the house." "Yeah!" "Oh!" "Shit, dude, do they piss test for weed?" "Oh, shit!" "You fucked up, man." "Oh, fuck." "I fucked up." "Oh, fuck." "I fucked up." "Fuck!" "Oh..." "You know, one dope molecule, and I'm done." "And they will burn me with every law enforcement outfit in the country." "Shit!" "Wait, wait, wait, wait, dude." "Look at me." "Look at me." "Look at me." "Look at me." "Hey, there's a way out of every fucking situation." "Right?" "Relax, dude." "Yeah, yeah." "Yeah." "I'm going to do what I got to do, you know?" "It's cool." "Fuck, yeah." "I'll pass that shit." "Hell, yeah." "Yeah." "Of course you will, dude!" "Later, loco." "Don't fucking trip, dude." "All right." "Shit." "Eat." "Come in, dumb ass!" "What's up, dog?" "What up, dog..." "Hey, Jim." "Want some coffee?" "Sure." "Want some eggs?" "There's extra." "Yes, ma'am." "Please." "I, uh, heard about the LAPD." "Sorry about that." "I thought they guaranteed you a job." "Yea." "Me, too." "Well, maybe it wasn't meant to be." "You know, you being a cop." "Tell her what's up, dude." "Well, I applied to all the Federal law enforcement agencies." "You know, ATF, Border Patrol..." "ICE, Homeland Security, all of them." "And Homeland Security's interested in me." "They want me to come in today and start testing." "Wow." "That's great." "How sure is this?" "Well, I got a urinalysis today." "If I pass that, I'll be a Special Agent candidate and then I could be out of here next month." "You haven't been smoking out, have you?" "Nah." "Chilled on that shit a while back." "Good." "Well, thanks for driving Mike around yesterday." "Yeah, sure." "Yeah, bro." "Three callbacks." "Damn!" "Good!" "We dropped off enough resumés." "Whoo!" "Got more." "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Well, you have to keep trying until something happens." "Finding a job is a job, right?" "Lunch money." "Thank you." "And good luck today." "Thank you." "Love you." "I love you, too." "Good luck." "And, Jim, good luck on your pee test." "I hope you studied." "I'm going to cram for it." "Man, that's freaky." "She was in a good mood." "Breakfast and beer money?" "Yeah, dude." "She heard the messages last night." "She got me a sixer." "I slammed two last night." "Out-fuckin'- standing!" "Now we know beer is just a phone call away." "Yeah." "Yeah." "We talked shit out last night, though." "You know?" "Hey, all she wants is for me to get a job." "I shouldn't be playing her like that." "Dude, you had a good job with that, uh, with that Web design shit." "Had, dude." "Had." "All right?" "All that shit's in India now." "Want a cold one?" "No, later." "You got any vinegar?" "Vinegar?" "What for?" "Ah..." "Oh..." "Damn, dude!" "Ah!" "Man!" "That is fuckin' sick, man." "What'd you do that for?" "Shuts down the old kidneys." "Ooh." "Come on, let's roll." "Grab me that bag, dude." "Little trick I learned in the service." "Aw, that's sick, dude." "You're gonna stick a turkey baster in your dick?" "Quit looking, faggot." "You wish." "Oh, man." "Fuckin' shit, dude." "Oh, fuckin' shit..." "Aw..." "Aw, motherfucker!" "Whew!" "Ah..." "That was unpleasant." "Man..." "Man, I want to get this shit over with." "You know, my teeth are floating." "Oh..." "You get those in the military, dog?" "I was a Ranger." "Your mom still suck a mean dick, hmm?" "Gotcha!" "Shouldn't ignore people." "Why don't you go fuck yourself!" "Hey!" "Let's play nice boys." "I have everyone's "Consent to Urinalysis" form signed and dated, am I right?" "Yes, sir." "Good." "I'm Agent Richards." "Jackets off." "I will now administer the easiest test." "Homeland Security will ever give you the whizz quiz." "Roll up both sleeves past the elbow." "Remove all gloves, rings, watches, bracelets jewelry, Band-Aids and bandages." "I want to see nothing but bare hands and forearms." "Wiggle your fingers." "Let me see both sides." "Beautifully done." "Again, gentlemen, no talking." "Detweiler, is it?" "You're with me." "Fucker." "Next!" "Name?" "Davis, Jim." "Ah, the Ranger." "Yes, sir." "You serve?" "101st." "High speed." "All right." "Think you can fill that, son?" "I could fill a goddamn trash can, sir." "You're full of piss and vinegar, aren't you, Jim?" "Yes, sir." "Hey, unload that shit before you clown with it, okay?" "I don't want my head blown off just when I'm getting it straight." "Pop!" "What's it like to just straight-up whack a motherfucker?" "What's it like?" "I mean, what the fuck, you know?" "It's like nothing." "What's it supposed to be like?" "You tell me." "You were busting heads for the military." "I can't talk about this shit, Mike." "But I will tell you one thing... you point and shoot pop, pop, move on, fuck 'em, they shouldn't have been there you move the fuck on." "You do not stop and think about it." "It's not a big deal." "So if it's nothing then what you getting all mad for?" "I'm not getting mad." "I just hate stupid questions, Mike." "You think you killed a lot of Commies?" "They weren't Commies, dumb ass." "Then what were they?" "You know what they were..." "they were fuckin' Hajjis terrorists, the bad guys." "Did you like it?" "Oh, shit." "Did you dig it?" "You bust a nut?" "Not fuckin' now, man." "Seriously." "You're killing my buzz, dude." "Aw, kick back, stress case." "Are we on a mission to sell this piece or what?" "Hell, yeah." "Let's sell this fuckin' piece." "Got to get some scratch, you know what I'm saying?" "Pop!" "Pop!" "Pop!" "Yo, Darrel!" "Yo, yo, yo, Darrel!" "Wake the fuck up, Darrel!" "Darrel!" "Come on, come on, come on, wake up and fuckin' ...shine!" "Y'all need to knock this shit off right now." "Hey, what's up, bro?" "Come on in, motherfuckers." "Yeah." "Get your little ass up in here." "Shit!" "Oh, man y'all scared the fuck out of me, man." "You motherfuckers got ties on." "I saw that city-lookin' car pull up..." "I thought y'all was some rollers or shit." "I just got out of County." "$9,600." "No shit." "When?" "Yesterday." "Damn." "What'd they put on you?" "Some bullshit." "I saw some wrong-ass shit up in there, dude." "I ain't ever going back to that motherfucker." "It scared you straight, huh?" "Mm-hmm." "Hey, you get booty-played?" "Hell, no." "You over there tickling your brown eye, dog?" "They-they put some jelly on there, serve some syrup?" "You toss the salad?" "Hey, you know, nigga..." "I kept my ass to the wall and my mouth shut." "Shoot." "I almost lost my job over that shit." "Fuckin' around in there." "Oh, God..." "You a cop?" "Nope." "Rejected his ass." "Fuck you." "I'm getting in the Feds' car." "Damn!" "That's what I'm talking about!" "Ah, you hear that?" "This motherfucker gonna be a Fed." "Yeah." "You been wanting that shit, too." "It's my dream, dude." "So, you gonna do that shit right or, you know, you gonna do a little shit on the side?" "I'm gonna get my own thing going." "You know, I'll be flipping shit, make a little money." "You know?" "This motherfucker gonna have shit wired." "Scary, huh?" "Check this shit out." "Oh, hello!" "Oh-ho-ho-ho!" "This is sweet!" "We jacked some eses." "Got a BB gun, too." "A BB gun?" "Yo." "Goddamn!" "This is a nice little machine." "Three bills, it's yours." "I ain't got three bills, dog." "My lawyer cleaned me out." "Man..." "I ain't got no ways or means, homie." "I need this shit, too." "Bring the heat to these motherfuckers trippin' around here." "We need ends, dog." "Who'll give us three bills for it?" "Hey, uh, I know a cat." "Hangs out at, uh..." "La Licha on, uh, Santa Fe." "Yeah, I know that place." "He cool?" "Oh, man, he's old school, real cool." "Veterano named Eddie." "He there today?" "Oh, that's just like his living room, dog." "Mm." "Yeah." "Yeah, I'll hook you up." "Don't worry about it." "Cool, cool." "Yo, uh..." "Y'all need to come up, dog." "Can you do me a favor?" "Sure." "You mind calling my pad and leaving a fake message so my old lady thinks I'm out there looking for a job?" "Instead you out getting fucked up." "Can you hook me up or what, dog?" "Huh?" "Yeah?" "All right." "Check this out." "Uh, just call, right?" "And say you're from that place right there and that you want to schedule an interview, dude." "Man, y'all some devious motherfuckers, man." "Hey, hey, make sure she can't star-69 my shit." "Nah, she's..." "Serious, man." "I ain't trying to break up no shit on this." "All right, it's ringing." "Here you go." "Be serious, dude." "Hey, hey don't sound like a fag, either, man." "That's how he be sounding." "Uh, Mr. Alonzo..." "I'm calling from Sunhouse Properties uh, to schedule an interview." "Uh, please call me back at 213-555- 15-15." "Oh damn, dog!" "That shit was good, dude!" "Damn, they should give you a fuckin' Oscar for that shit." "That shit was cold, man." "Playing your woman like that." "Aw, come on, man." "I did three yesterday..." "she bought him a six-pack." "Yeah." "What's one call get you, a fuckin' 40 of St. Ides?" "I'll be like this." "Look." "You know you would!" "Bitch-ass motherfucker." "This is good shit, right?" "I told you it was some good shit, dog." "Hey, we got to bounce." "Oh, no, no, no, no." "No, no, y'all just got here, dog." "Can't happen." "Come on." "Yo, uh, tell that guy Eddie that we're gonna cruise through there a little later." "Okay?" "Aw, yeah." "Later, man." "I wish I had the money." "That's a sweet-ass piece, though." "That shit'll keep the porch clean." "Motherfuckers like y'all won't be banging on my shit." "Hey, Jim." "We should lose the monkey suits, dude." "Quien es?" "Hey, bring us, dos pistos, por favor mi reina." "Damn." "Hey, dog, I don't think they like us here." "Fuck 'em." "I got my shit." "They make a move, I'm blasting." "Which one of these fools is Eddy?" "Yeah." "I don't know." "They're all paisas here." "Hey, why don't you ask that homegirl right there?" "Sientate, guapa." "Mm." "Habla Espanol?" "Si." "Que bien." "Sabas donde esta el Eddy?" "Eddy, te hablan." "Que paso?" "Do I know you?" "My homeboy Darrell said to talk to you." "Darrell?" "Yeah." "I'm Jim, homie." "What's up, man?" "Mike, dog." "All right." "So what's up?" "Need a cohete?" "Maybe." "What kind?" "Ruger P-94, brand-new." "Ruger, huh?" "Yeah." "How many mags?" "One high cap." "I'll throw in the hollow points." "Strictly Black Talons, homes." "Homies be wearing vests these days know what I'm saying?" "Is it new?" "Yeah, it's brand-new." "Where's it at?" "I can get it." "How much?" "Three bills." "I'll give you $250 if it's new." "If not, I'll give you $200." "Cool." "You got the feria, homie?" "I can get it." "Orale." "Let's kick back, have a couple pistos before we handle business, eh?" "Hey, guero, you like her?" "I do need to get laid." "There it is right there, brother." "Yo, give me that cohete." "Mataste a un flor." "Oh, shit!" "Open the fucking door!" "Holy shit, dude!" "You think he's gonna fuckin' die?" "!" "Sure." "Got his carotid." "Fucker was garden-hosing." "He'll bleed out." "Oh, shit, dude..." "I've seen dudes get shot, man, but I never seen no motherfucking shit like that before, man!" "Fucked his shit up, you know?" "Quick as shit, too." "That crack-crack!" "Turned that vato into a fountain of blood." "Why the fuck did he do that, man?" "That shit could have been over anything, you know?" "Money, drugs, bitches, respect, whatever." "That homie, straight-up pimp." "You know, maybe he turned out that dude's daughter." "Looney tunes and shit glass all stuck in his fuckin' neck." "Did you see all that fuckin' blood over there?" "!" "Yeah, man, the human body's got a gallon." "Damn!" "I coulda boned Gracie." "She had that proper thickness." "Look at me, dog." "Look at me." "I'm fuckin' traumatized and shit." "Yo, homie, that shit don't fuckin' faze you at all?" "Oh, man, I seen way worse." "Trashcanistan." "My battle buddy, he got his legs and arms blown off by a booby-trapped motorcycle." "Medic saved his ass and he lived." "He didn't want to, but he did." "I got to face my woman." "How in the fuck am I supposed to play this shit off, huh?" "Man, you'll do it, player." "Hey, baby girl, you cooking?" "Yeah." "Where have you been?" "Oh, Jim's pad." "You been drinking?" "Oh, you know, I had a few brews." "A few?" "Yeah." "You look wasted." "Don't trip, girl." "I've been working all day." "I've been looking for work all day." "I wish I could hang out and get wasted like the old days." "You know what?" "When I'm working, you can lounge." "I'll fix this place up get you nice clothes and stuff..." "Mike, Mike, Mike." "It doesn't have anything to do with money." "Come here." "Sit down." "I want to talk to you." "Hey, it's not about stuff." "It's about you and me needing an equal partner." "Right." "Hey, I know that you supported me through college and I'm gonna always owe you for that." "Right." "Now everything's flipped and I feel like I'm doing everything alone." "You know, sometimes I feel like you're my kid." "I mean, you sneak around like one." "Oh-ho!" "Look..." "Wow, dude." "I'm sorry." "Be cool, baby girl..." "I'm on a mission to get my shit together." "I applied at this commercial realty company in Studio City and this black guy, he was the office manager and he's fuckin' hella cool you know?" "We're talkin' and all that shit." "You know?" "We're just kickin' it and all that." "Did you, did you check the messages?" "Four messages." "Mr. Alonzo, I'm calling from Sunhouse Properties to schedule an interview." "Honey, this is great!" "Mm, mm..." "Oh!" "Oh..." "You better call him first thing in the morning." "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah." "Oh, damn, dog, that shit was good, dude." "Damn, they should give you a fuckin' Oscar for that shit." "You just stood there and you fed me a line of bullshit like it was nothing." "You should be the lawyer." "How could you just do that?" "How could you look me in the eye and lie to me like that?" "I'm sorry." "I'd rather you hit me." "I'm your clown." "I'm your fucking clown." "And you and Jim are laughing at me?" "No, it's not..." "No, no, no, you are so utterly, irrevocably busted!" "Why don't you just go play with your little butt buddy?" "Go cook up more lies." "You know, I bet you're doing lines again." "Dude, how could you say that shit?" "I'm not fuckin' doing lines again." "Yeah, right, right." "I'm not fuckin' doing lines again!" "Right now your word is less than shit." "Maybe you should go." "Just fuckin' go." "Just fuckin'... just go, right?" "Fuck it." "I'll fuckin' go!" "Please, go." "Go!" "Fuck it then!" "I'll fuckin' go!" "Then go, Mike!" "I'm serious!" "I'll fuckin' go except I won't fuckin' come back!" "You want me to fuckin' go?" "!" "Fuckin' go, Mike!" "I'll fuckin' go then!" "I'll fuckin' go!" "Get the fuck outta here!" "Hello?" "Speaking." "Of course, sir." "Absolutely." "Thank you very much, Agent Richards." "Thank you, sir." "Who was that?" "That was the feds, my friend." "I've been informed that I passed my urinalysis and they would like me to go in this morning to start formal testing." "Fuck yeah, dude." "I'll be there all day so take my ride, get your ass a job." "Let's go." "Oh, shit!" "Come on." "Get your parasitic ass in gear." "I had some twisted-ass dreams about that dude being killed." "I slept like a baby." "I heard screaming." "What kind of tests?" "Psychological tests." "Geez, you're a freakin' psycho, dude." "Don't answer that shit honestly." "Hell no." "They use the Minnesota Multiphasic Inventory." "It's like 600 questions, cross-referenced to detect deception." "They ask the same shit six different ways." "It's lame." "You'll ace it." "Dude, I'm gonna pull it off." "All I needed was a shot." "Gotta play the system." "Like a piano." "You done with that crap, son?" "Yes, sir." "Let's grab some coffee while these guys finish up." "Bring that with you." "I see dumb people." "We reviewed your LAPD package." "Since they ran your background, physical and psych we're going with their paper." "Navy sucks." "Navy sucks." "Army swallows." "Took a little work to pry your jacket loose from their people." "They don't much like us poaching from their applicant pool." "Move it, dirt bag." "Why'd they drop me?" "Someone here make a call?" "Nope." "They dropped you on psych, Jim." "You blew their profiles." "We're all a little goofy here." "You'd rather be with us, wouldn't you?" "Absolutely, sir." "Good answer." "Have a seat." "Said you were bilingual on your app." "They want to test your Spanish." "We can get that going if you got time." "Yes." "Sure." "Who's "they"?" "Your fans upstairs." "Fans upstairs?" "Who?" "This is some shit above my pay grade but some very important people have an eye on you, Jim." "Westside Realty Management." "How may I direct your call?" "Please hold." "Okay, Mike..." "Alonzo?" "Oh, shit." "Joe?" "!" "Damn!" "What's up, dog?" "Mikey, look at you." "What are you doing here, dude?" "Mikey, man, check you out." "What the fuck you doing here?" "Fucking grew up." "I work here." "Get out of here." "Yeah." "Dude, you got to come on up." "Yeah, I'll show you the office." "Fuck, you're gonna trip, man..." "I can see the ocean and everything." "Check you out, fucking ocean view and all that." "You're wearing a suit now." "Got your hair cut." "Hey, watch out, baby." "Yeah." "Tag no more, huh?" "No, man." "Dude, what's up with your brother, Pedro?" "Oh, man, he's in Iraq." "He's in a forward unit." "Get the fuck out of here." "Yeah." "Fuckin' Mexicans." "Bye, sweetie." "Thank you, sir." "I need me some of this, man." "I've been taking piss all day." "Dude!" "What?" "You're not going to fucking believe this." "What?" "I had an interview today." "Yeah?" "Remember Crazy Joe?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Dude stomped that guy's face in at Taco Land for grabbing his chick's ass." "Homeboy got his shit together, man." "Went to UCLA." "Works at this office up in Century City." "I got the hookup, dog." "12 an hour." "Hoo-hoo!" "That's a lot of lettuce." "That's right." "And in three months, I get benefits." "Damn!" "Benefits?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." "Shit!" "Yeah!" "It's not for sure yet, though, dude." "I still got to meet the owner, right." "But he says I'm straight." "It's all good, you know." "You're in." "Dude..." "I'm in." "Oh, shit." "Yeah..." "What happened?" "They want my ass, man." "Going back tomorrow for a polygraph test." "If I pass that, they'll send me to Georgia next week." "Oh!" "Damn!" "It's like that?" "!" "What's up, lawman?" "Whoo-hoo!" "How you gonna pass a lie detector test you lying motherfucker?" "Aw, easy, man." "After every question, you just fucking squeeze like you're taking a dump, you know, man." "It throws the machine off." "Ooh!" "Oh, dog." "You're gonna shit your pants like that, bro." "Fuck, I think I just did." "All right, Jim..." "I'm going to ask you some control questions before we get to the good stuff." "They can be answered just "yes" or "no."" "Just relax and respond naturally." "Are you ready?" "Yes, sir." "You can just answer "yes" or "no."" ""Is your name Jim Luther Davis?"" "Yes." ""Do you live in Los Angeles?"" "Yes." ""Are you 26 years old?"" "Yes." ""Are you married?"" "No." ""Are you wearing shoes?"" "Yes." ""Have you ever smoked marijuana?"" "Yes." ""Aside from the occasion you mentioned in your application?"" "No." "Jim, knock it off." "What, sir?" "Son, I've been doing polygraph examinations since you were swimming in your daddy's balls." "So I know all the tricks." "You've either got a tack in your shoe or you're clinching your butt." "I've got spikes all over this thing." "If you do it again..." "I'm going to void this test and report that you were uncooperative." "Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." "Walk with me." "We've got a problem, Jim." "With what?" "With your candor." "Come in." "He's here, sir." "Bring him in." "Jim, this is Mr. Hollenbeck, our regional director." "Pleased to meet you, sir." "Have a seat." "Mr. Gillespie." "Pleased to meet you, sir." "Jim, uh you're an exemplary candidate with valuable operational experience." "You've cleared the psych and physical hurdles." "Your credit's good, you've kept your nose clean you've got the Spanish." "You clearance is still valid." "Everybody we talked to for background had only great things to say about you." "And then you scored a negative-five on the polygraph." "That's indicative of deception." "We were wondering why until we got the results of urinalysis." "We detected THC metabolites in the urine, Jim." "Levels were just below the positive threshold but there was a presence." "Do you have a drug problem, Mr. Davis?" "I don't have a drug problem, sir." "I made a very stupid mistake." "Would you care to tell us the circumstances of your stupid mistake?" "I was at a party and someone offered me a joint." "I was pretty angry about not getting into the LAPD, so I was feeling rebellious and, uh I inhaled." "Someone considering a career in law enforcement would be well advised to exercise a little more discipline." "Yes, sir." "I'm on the fence, Doug." "It's your call." "Mr. Davis, I'm in charge of several programs." "Yes, sir?" "Had a nice chat with your old commanding officer." "Good." "Recognize these guys?" "Huh?" "Yeah they're your buddies." "Your old Hajji buddies." "You should work in a deli how you sliced these guys up." "Jesus Christ." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Did I ruin your lunch?" "You went through those sons of bitches like butter." "I took my objective and did what was necessary to obtain information vital to national security that saved American lives." "Whacked them all, huh, Jim?" "My C.O. told me not to leave anything breathing." "I do what I'm told." "Relax, son." "You were getting paid to fuck people up." "You know we're beefing up our anti-narcotics programs in Latin America." "Yes, sir." "I had heard some things on the grapevine." "I want you on my team." "I need someone who can get things done on my task force in Colombia." "Sir..." "I listed Los Angeles and San Diego on my dream sheet." "No slots in southern California?" "No, Jim." "I got Colombia." "That's what I have for you." "If it's not what you want thank you for your time." "You can hit the door." "What exactly would I be doing?" "Running and gunning in the jungle?" "Mr. Davis, this is the deal." "You'll be riding shotgun with the locals as interpreter-advisor on sharp end operations." "You'll be in some very hot areas." "How hot?" "We talking trigger time?" "Sure, if you want." "Well, who exactly would I be working for?" "The U.S. government, Jim." "I want you in Glynco, Georgia next week." "You make it through in one piece you'll be working Colombia's finest by the summer." "It's just that..." "I'm supposed to get married, sir." "Maybe now is not the time to start a family." "We've been together a long time." "I'm serious about marrying her." "Foreign bride could jeopardize your security clearance." "Jim, don't shack up with some Mexican." "Colombian broads are smoking hot and knee deep." "You get a per diem and a driver." "You'll live like a fucking king down there." "Yes, sir, I understand." "You take some time think about what you want to do." "This is a serious commitment." "I want the opportunity, sir." "I want on board." "Welcome aboard." "I'm taking a big chance on you." "Thank you, sir." "This is the career I've dreamed of." "These are your orders orientation material and travel money." "Report to FLETC before the end of working hours Wednesday." "Thank you, sir." "God." "Sorry, dog." "I got the job." "Oh, shit." "Yeah?" "Me, too." "When do you start?" "Monday." "When do you start?" "Wednesday." "Big Jim, back on the man's payroll." "Got the W-2 and the employee handbook as proof of employment." "I will be back in the arms of my woman tonight." "Good." "Hey, we got to celebrate this shit." "Salud." "Oh, shit." "Fuzz." "They're on my ass, dog." "And my license is suspended." "Yeah, maybe he's after someone else." "Shit." "Fucking shit, man." "He's pointing right at me." "And we got the open beers." "Fuck the beers, the guns." "Shoot the fucker." "Car's in my name." "We're fucked." "Shit." "Right when shit was starting to go good, dude..." "I'm going to jail." "Damn it, I'm going to jail." "I can dump these guys." "Rip the video from their trunk." "Let's see them hands." "Let's see your hands on the fucking dash!" "Grab the sky or I'll blow your fucking heads off." "Blink and die, scumbags." "Oh." "Look who it is, dude." "It's all right, I know these guys." "You fucking asshole." "You're such a prick." "You scared the fuck out of me." "What's up, homie?" "What's up, fool?" "What's up, man." "I almost shot you, jerk." "That shit wasn't fucking funny, Leo." "Yeah, it was hilarious." "You guys getting fucked up?" "Of course, dog, it's Friday." "Well, Boot, you in the Academy yet?" "Fuck no." "Fuck the LAPD." "It's local small-time bullshit." "I'm going with the feds." "How'd you get that hook-up, dog?" "You know, me, got my connects, you know." "Going to FLETC on Wednesday." "Hey, see you can get me in there." "Yeah, I'll look into that." "How's Sylvia?" "None of your concern, ass wipe." "Say hi to her for me, no?" "No." "This vato's all protective of his female." "Check this out." "Nice, huh?" "It's a nine?" "Uh-huh." "Sorry, dog, I got a lot of nines." "Come on, dude, it's a bad-ass Ruger." "Talk to Toussaint." "He'll buy that shit." "Toussaint, he's..." "he's in Florida." "He's back." "He called me today." "Page me tonight, bro." "We'll hit the clubs and tear up some fine hinas." "Later." "Sure, dog." "I'm on the City's time." "You guys be cool." "Okay?" "That fuck..." "he put a scare in me." "Yeah, me, too." "He's a dick." "Want to party with him?" "See if this motherfucker's home, dude." "Toussaint?" "Toussaint?" "!" "Yo, Toussaint?" "Yeah, come on, man." "Can't go far in that little fucking place of yours." "Goddammit, I'm coming." "Chill out." "Washing that dirty ass." "Damn it." "Group love." "Group..." "Come on." "Group love, boys." "Welcome back, hometown." "Hey, I missed you crazy fuckers, man." "Leo told us you were back." "Thanks for calling asshole." "You a cop?" "Uh-uh." "Going federal." "Man, craziest head I know is going to be a fed." "Yes, sir!" "Sir." "Still sponging off your woman?" "Fuck you, dog." "I got a job." "This motherfucker." "Look, dude." "This is bad." "It's yours for three big ones, dog." "Fuck yeah, I want it." "What's up?" "What's up?" "Huh?" "What the fuck you say now, huh?" "Hey." "Huh?" "Bam, bam, bam." "Motherfucker, I'm strapped." "What the fuck is up now, huh?" "Whoo-ooh!" "Whoa, whoa." "Your kneecap and shit." "Step up and get blasted." "Shit, man, what the fuck is up now?" "Hey, kick back, gunslinger." "It's loaded." "That shit goes through walls." "You pop the neighbor's little kids." "Uh-oh." "Ooh." "Fuck, dude." "Whoa, I'm straight, bro." "Yo, guys, we got to party tonight, you know?" "Go clubbing' or something." "I got a better idea." "What?" "Here, sir." "Let's go to Mexico." "Mexico?" "!" "Yeah." "I'm in." "Only fags like that..." "Because you're a little faggot." "I don't get it, too much fucking hills." "Right, right." "Dude, yo, dude, stay back boy, stay back." "Motherfucker's got to ask permission." "Fuck you, all right?" "Let me tell you something." "I am a grown motherfucking man, all right?" "I'm going to tell her the good news make up, grab my shit and we are out." "Lines, lines, and more lines." "For many passengers traveling through LAX the waiting has become unbearable." "It's hit or miss, you can't predict it..." "Excuse me, you're not made out of glass." "I'm made out of me." "You're drunk." "I'm celebrating, baby." "What, another wasted day?" "Here." "...security since 9-11, but that's true everywhere." "...and still a recent study shows the wait at LAX ...is the third longest in the world..." "This is a good company." "They make all the new condos downtown." "How much?" "$12 an hour." "Plus their MIS guy is leaving in three months." "I'm going to update my certifications and take his job over." "Then I'll make bank." "Such an asshole." "What?" "Why?" "This shit is real." "This is a great job, the pay is outstanding and it's a great opportunity for me to do what I want to do." "I know." "It's so... it's so Mike, you know." "You can't just go out and get a shitty job." "You gotta... you gotta get a..." "A dream job?" "Yeah, a dream job." "Well, why shouldn't your dream guy have a dream job?" "...the ambitious plans of many opponents on the County Board of Supervisors..." "Come here, I have a job for you." "What the fuck is taking so long?" "I knew this shit would happen." "She hates my ass." "She's not going to let him go." "Go knock." "Dude, go knock." "Bro, drag his fucking ass out of there." "Yo, Miguel." "Hey." "Mike, hurry up." "Hey." "Yo, what the fuck are you doing?" "Come on, dude." "Dog, I'm tearin' it up, man." "I'm hittin' it, bro." "It's been a few days." "You guys just go ahead, man." "I'm gonna chill." "What?" "I'm just gonna kick it here with the woman." "You said you'd go, man." "Your woman's in your head." "That's wrong." "She's got your nuts, bro." "Dog, dog..." "Sylvia's all happy 'cause I got a job, all right, dude?" "She wants us to fuckin' chill together." "Man, that girl put the zap on your head." "This is our last chance to hang." "You're like my brother." "Yeah." "You're all I got." "You're gonna dog me like that?" "I ain't no fucking do..." "How are you, baby?" "Hey, Sylvia, he's going to Mexico." "No, he isn't, Jim." "Yes, he is." "I'm joining the feds." "I'm gone, I'm out of here next week." "The least you can do is let my best friend see me off." "Baby, it's not safe." "All you're going to do is drink." "Aw, fuck, man." "Mike, come on." "Come on, fuck, man!" "Come on, you promised." "You promised, man." "Yo..." "I promised, Sylvia, okay?" "Mike, you're not going to Mexico." "What?" "You're not going." "I'm not your fucking puppet, Sylvia." "All right, you know what, do what you want." "But I'm not going to be here when you get back." "That's fucked up." "Why you got to lay that bullshit on him?" "Because I don't want him going with you, Jim." "You're fucking nuts." "You're crazy and you're dangerous and my biggest nightmare is you with a fucking badge." "You're the last person who should have one." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "That's not bullshit, it's the truth." "Fuck this!" "Whoa, wait." "Whatever, man." "Fuckin' thanks, homie!" "Yeah, laters." "Bye." "Yo, yo." "I'm going." "I gotta go." "Get the fuck out of here, go!" "Go!" "Fuck this shit, man." "Good night, Sylvia." "Kiss my ass, Jim." "Oh, any time, sellout." "Oh, you going to be happy once he's dead?" "Huh?" "Hey, Toussaint." "I heard the battle, man." "Yo, your lady didn't want you going, huh?" "No, but I'm going." "Hell, yeah." "Shit." "I'm a motherfucking man." "That's right." "Shit." "I walk the Earth at will." "Damn right." "I do whatever the fuck I want." "You know, we're men, right?" "We're men, right?" "That's right." "That's what we do, right?" "Amen." "And don't worry home girl will be right there waiting when you get back." "You're right." "You're right." "She wouldn't play that shit like that." "Shit, I got a fucking job for real." "You did." "Plus you're my homie, dog." "You're my homie." "You're going to go fucking do your thing and this is it." "No, shit, dude." "Yo, we're all dogs." "I got you guys back, man." "No doubt, no doubt." "It's just going to be fucking cool, yo." "I got a job, you got a job." "Shit, I got some bud." "We got some smokes." "We got some motherfucking money." "We are on a mission." "Let's get our heads together so we can achieve our objective in a timely manner." "Let's get deployed, people." "Wake up, wake up, wake up." "Rise and fucking shine." "Come on, ladies." "Chow time." "Chow's getting cold." "Oh, what the fuck, Jim?" "Chill, dude." "Dude, where are we?" "Family, man." "Damn!" "It's a shizzack..." "Hey, hey, hey, hey." "It's a home, all right?" "Respect, bro." "Straighten up, fellas." "My old lady, Marta." "Hola." "Mike." "Hola, mucho gusto." "Hola, Mike." "Toussaint." "Hola." "Hola." "Hola." "Hola." "Marisa." "Buenos dias." "Mi mama." "Mucho gusto." "Marta's mom." "Buenos dias." "Vicki." "Vicki." "La prima, esa es mi prima." "Mucho gusto." "Mucho gusto." "Mike." "Vicki." "Toussaint." "Vicki." "Okay." "Hey, grab yourselves a rock." "Sí, por favor, sientense." "Vicki?" "Café, quieren café?" "Sí, café, por favor." "Vicki, andale." "Tranquila, baby." "¡Mama!" "Yeah, w-what's she saying, dude?" "Oh, they... they think you're cool." "Oh, sweet." "Aquí tienes." "Gracias." "Caliente." "Thank you." "Dude..." "Marta's fine as fuck, bro." "Hey, hey, hey..." "I'm just saying, dude." "You need to marry her, bro." "If you don't, you're a fool." "Que dice?" "Oh..." "Oh, that shit's good, man." "No shit, you know they got that good fucking weed from here." "That's what I want." "Some of that good shit." "You know where some fields are or something, Jim?" "Yeah, that's not..." "I want to see, like, where they grow it." "You know, and then maybe they'll let us go out and, like, pick some." "You know, pick some of that really good weed." "Shit." "Toussaint?" "This is nice." "This is beautiful, man." "Dog, you see this?" "Here." "Mmm..." "Beautiful..." "Man!" "Mmm!" "When the hell'd you get all the pistos, dog?" "Mexico, man." "It's magic." "He bleed?" "Like a stuffed pig." "How'd Letty know you were tearing up her sister?" "That fuckin' bitch Patti, right?" "Ah..." "I took her to dinner." "Took her for a cruise up to Malibu, you know?" "Got up all in it." "Back of my ride..." "Pounded that fish, man." "Good fuckin' fish." "I figured the crazy broad pulled out some hairs and pubes and stashed it in the seat, you know?" "Oh, dude, you got to watch that shit, man." "Chicks get treacherous." "Yeah, no shit." "Sibling rivalry, Jim." "Next day..." "I'm driving around with Letty all kick back and shit and she radars in on this rat's nest, man." "Pulls out these long-ass hairs, she's like "What are these?"" ""Whose are these?"" "She sees all the pubes mixed in, man... fuckin' busted." "Busted!" "Busted!" "Oh!" "Dude, how'd she know they were her sister's?" "Oh, come on, dude." "Mexican chick voodoo, right, Mike?" "You know, live and learn." "Yep, next time you'll be all up in your ride with the Super Vac, dude." "Treachery!" "Yep, treachery." "Um shouldn't we be helping them?" "You know how to hand wash?" "No." "Then don't sweat it." "Yeah, we're men." "They know we don't do that shit." "That's right." "We're men." "Oh, yeah!" "This is paradise, huh?" "Mm-hmm." "Yo, Mike?" "Yeah?" "They're sending me to Colombia." "Colombia." "Who, the man?" "Yep." "They're tearing shit up down there, they need my help." "Doing what?" "Busting up drug labs and drug lords and all that shit." "You got it." "Gonna be an advisor, you know..." "shoot him, him and him." "Then it's back to the barracks for bitches and beer." "I'm set." "Why do you want to do that shit, dude?" "I mean what about Marta, you know?" "I mean..." "Ain't gonna happen." "They told me not to get married." "That's messed." "They really told you that?" "Not straight up, but I heard 'em." "Yo, if the feds won't let you hook up with your old lady you need to tell them to fuck off." "Yeah, I mean you love her, she loves you, right?" "Dude, you need to move down here, marry Marta you know, get a good-ass job working with fucking tourists or something." "Fuck that." "Taking bucket baths in cold-ass water?" "You know, wading around in ankle-deep mud?" "Outhouses, man!" "Fuckin' outhouses!" "You told Marta yet?" "You love this place." "It's in your eyes, man." "Dude, this is what it's all about." "You got a woman that loves you and a place to stay." "You'd be happy here, and you know it." "Yeah, well, shacking up with Marta squeezing out some puppies, has its appeal, but this is my career." "I got one shot." "You're making a mistake." "You should stay right here with your lady." "What the fuck you gonna do in Colombia?" "Whack people program shit." "You ain't down, fuck you." "Bring in my gunships and smoke your little jungle hideaway." "You know?" "I mean, I'm a solider of the apocalypse, man." "I'll be in a chopper door-gunning villagers and shit." "Fuck 'em." "Kill the chickens and dogs, too, man." "I don't give a fuck." "Shh, shh..." "Yeah." "Doce años." "Doce años." "Doce años..." "Doce... we've been together that long." "Es muy bonita." "Man, you're bring sand to the beach, dumb ass." "Cover that shit up." "Jim, dude!" "Huh?" "How you say, um, "You're beautiful" in Spanish?" "Huh? "Bonita." Bonita." "Come on, you don't know that shit, Toussaint?" "Tu... bonita." "Gracias." "Hey, baby, see my new one?" "Right, did I get it?" "Huh?" "Think I got it?" "Yeah, she got the point." "Yo, Mike, that chick digs you." "What chick?" "Oh, she's good, dog." "Yeah, name's Lila." "She's a freak." "She'll fuck you, dude." "She's a freak, huh?" "How you know?" "You fuck her?" "No, out of respect for Marta." "Not that I don't want..." "Hey, baby." "Ask her to dance." "I'm not cheating on Sylvia, dude." "There's a big gap between dancing and fucking, man." "Go explore it." "No shit." "Whoo!" "No." "You're fucking nuts." "You fucked up, woman." "I'll do it." "It's easy." "Jim!" "What's up, man, huh?" "Where's Toussaint?" "He's dancing." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "You gonna get back to the party?" "Yeah." "Let's get back to the party, man." "Yeah." "Hey, uh, go go tell Toussaint that we're gonna get the fuck out of here, man." "Just go into the party, tell him we're gonna go." "We're leaving, huh?" "Yeah, yeah, we're gonna leave." "Let's go, yeah?" "Yeah, let's go." "Go ahead, go get Toussaint, man." "Go get him." "Hey, we're going." "Come on." "Fuck you, dude." "I'm having a great time, bro." "Then walk back to L.A., motherfucker." "You're in the car or not." "He's fucking crazy, man." "What the fuck!" "All right, let's go, man." "Hey, yo, what the fuck is your problem, psycho?" "!" "Hey, hey, homeboy's losing it, all right?" "Shut the fuck up and just get in the car, all right?" "Fucking bullshit!" "Fucked up!" "Dude, dude... dude, slow down." "Fuck, man." "Whoo, yeah, man." "Slow down, you crazy motherfucker!" "I want a cop to pull me over." "Treachery." "Fucking treachery." "Jim, slow down!" "Shut up!" "Fuck, dude." "Only female I trust." "Fuck you, God!" "You ain't got the fucking balls to take my ass." "Jim, don't say that shit, dude." "Jim!" "Dude, you are getting out of control, okay?" "You need psychiatric help, man." "You're seriously fucked up, dude." "All right, you need to sue the military or something." "You used to be mellow." "Later, homie." "'Night, dog." "Laters." "Dude, I ain't hanging around you anymore until you get some fucking help." "You can 12-step off, bitch." "You're dismissed." "He's right, dude." "Yeah." "Georgia will get me squared away." "Hope so." "What was that shit with Marta, dude?" "I don't know why that happened." "But I'm cool." "I'm cool now." "Okay?" "Yeah." "I'm cool." "Look, dude, she told me she was pregnant." "I had a panic attack." "I pulled my gun." "Come on, dog..." "I thought you loved her, dude." "I do." "God, fuck." "Come on, man, let's go drop off that bud." "What bud?" "There's 20 kilos in the trunk." "Say that again?" "There's 20 kilos in the trunk, man." "Of weed?" "Yeah." "Get the fuck out of here, man." "I picked it up at the party." "I'm dropping it at Casper's." "Casper's?" "I get three Gs." "We get three Gs." "You drove it across the border?" "Yeah." "What if they would've caught us?" "Couldn't happen, man." "My shit is on fire right now, man." "My shit is wired right now, man." "You risked my ass without telling me?" "That's not cool, man." "For three fucking Gs?" "That's... that's a good rate for transporting that." "Shit, if I'd told you you would have gotten all fucking hinkey at the border, man, gotten us nabbed." "I wouldn't have been in the fucking car, dude!" "I would've been on motherfucking Greyhound." "That's a serious breach of the homie code, man not fuckin' telling me." "I'm sorry, man." "I'm sorry, you know." "I should've had..." "I should've got you guys you know, walk across the border." "I could've met you somewhere." "But, you know, I got bills, I got shit." "I gotta put my shit in storage." "I gotta get gas out to Georgia." "Oh, fuck your money woes, dog!" "I am not catching a fuckin' case for you." "Let me out of the fucking car right now." "Fuck, man." "Come on, man, let's drop this shit off." "Let's get paid!" "Let me out right here." "Mi-Mi-Mi-Mike!" "Listen, listen!" "Let me out right here, right now!" "You will feel so much better with a fistful of twenties." "Huh?" "Dude, we're drunk and we got a trunk full of fuckin' weed, dude, I am not..." "Okay, fuckin', Mike, don't bitch out on me!" "Don't fucking bitch out on me!" "I am still on probation, dick head." "Let me out now!" "Let me out right here right fuckin' now, dude!" "Let me get paid, will you?" "Will you fuckin' let me get paid?" "!" "Oh, yo, get paid, man." "Fuckin' go for it, all right?" "Just let me get the fuck out." "I don't give a fuck, dude." "What the fuck are you doing, man?" "What the fuck are you doing, Jim?" "What the fuck?" "What the fuck?" "Fuck you!" "Fuck, I'm sorry, dude..." "I'm sorry, dude." "Okay?" "I'm sorry." "Why the fuck did you put a gun to my head?" "Huh?" "You gonna shoot me?" "No, man." "I'm sorry." "I was trippin'." "I'd never..." "I'd never put a fuckin' gun to your head, dude." "I know." "I know you wouldn't, man." "I'm sorry." "First your lady, now me, man." "What the fuck is up?" "I'm not thinking." "I got too much shit going on." "Oh, fuck, I'm just faded, man, that's all." "I'm just fuckin' fade right now, okay?" "I'll cruise you by your pad." "I'll drop you off, man." "I'm sorry." "Yeah." "You're a fuck-up." "I'm going with you so you don't fuck this shit up, too." "We'll go to Casper's..." "get the money." "Yeah." "Then you can drop me off home you can go to Georgia fed out and be the fuckin' man." "Yeah, I'm gonna be the fucking man." "I can drop you off, you know." "Take you up the hill." "No, no, no, no, no, no, no." "No." "Keep on going." "Looks sketchy." "I don't know." "Ho, what, you gonna shoot their pigeons?" "Yeah." "Just hurry up." "Yo, Casper!" "Buenos noches, señor." "Tiene losé cosatles?" "Go pop the trunk, dude." "Con permiso." "What's up, Casper?" "What up, Jim?" "What's crackin', man." "Is that you, Mike?" "Whassup, homes?" "Yo, Casper." "What up, dog?" "Nothing, homey." "How you been?" "Still with Sylvia?" "Hope so." "Gonna find out tonight." "So whassup with your brother, dog?" "Fernie?" "Got blasted by the hulas awhile back, ese." "Damn." "Sorry to hear that, dog." "You play, you pay." "He knew what time it was." "Right." "Hey, we gotta bounce." "You got the money?" "Yeah, just let me check the shit, okay?" "Yo, bring the feria, homey!" "How's your old lady?" "Eh... bitch finally graduated, yo." "Oh, fuck it!" "Yeah, now she can support my ass, eh?" "I got all the feria right here, dog." "It's all rolled up and shit." "You know what I mean?" "Ready to go, dog." "Check this out, homes." "Ah, hell, nah!" "Yo, hold up, dog." "Don't trip." "I know these fools." "They're with me, ese." "These are the fools that jacked me, man!" "Fuck these motherfuckers!" "I'm shooting both of 'em!" "At least give the homeboy a pass right here, dog." "Yeah, yeah, let him bounce." "I don't give a fuck." "I want this white boy in a box, though." "Hey, you in the ride." "I ever see you again, ese, you best be getting your last supper, 'cause you're a dead man." "Hey, just get the fuck outta here, Mike." "Take off, homey." "I'll be cool." "What the fuck?" "Don't trip, ese." "I'm cool." "Chill, dog!" "Chill, dog!" "I got three kids..." "Oh, no, please, sir!" "Please!" "No, no, no, no, no!" "Jim, no!" "Please, please." "Why the fuck did you do that?" "Pull the door!" "Oh, my God, Jim!" "I'm hit bad." "What have we done?" "I can't move my arm..." "and I can't feel my legs!" "I can't move shit." "I'm fucked up." "I'm fucked up." "I'm fucked up." "Okay..." "Don't trip..." "Don't trip, dog." "County Hospital's right there." "No!" "No!" "No!" "County Hospital..." "Don't you dare take me there!" "Don't you dare!" "I'm not going out like that." "No, we're going." "No, no..." "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, we're going." "No medical treatment." "No medical treatment." "But, but..." "Mike, Mike..." "You gotta kill me." "You gotta kill me." "You gotta kill me." "Why?" "Why?" "I fucked up." "Everything's shitty." "No, no..." "Mercy kill me." "Ah... ah, please, mercy kill me." "Ah, oh, no, dude." "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." "No, everything's gonna be fine." "Jim, shh-shh, shh-shh, shh-shh, shh-shh." "Everything's gonna be fine." "Everything's gonna be fine." "Take a look at me, you dumb fuck!" "Everything's gonna be fine?" "!" "Come on..." "You take my piece and you put it to my fuckin' head and you pull the trigger." "You fuckin' step up..." "No and you do it." "No." "'Cause I can't." "Don't be a fuckin' pussy." "Oh, my God..." "Don't think about it." "Huh?" "Do it." "Please." "Just kill you and bail?" "Yeah." "Just take off." "And don't look back or you'll or you'll turn into a pillar of salt." "Hey..." "Hey you wanted to know what it was like to kill someone." "What's up, huh?" "No one's gonna know." "Hmm?" "Just you and just me." "And God." "No fuckin' way." "Huh?" "No fuckin' way." "You're crazy;" "I'm not shootin' you, dog." "It's mercy, dog." "It's mercy." "I deserve that." "I'd do it for you." "I'd do it for you." "Yeah." "Take it." "Yeah, yeah." "Yeah, yeah... yeah..." "Don't, don't think about it." "Don't think about it." "Yeah, yeah..." "Ah, yeah." "Yeah." "Ah... ah..." "You did this to yourself, you stupid fuck!" "You're always doing stupid shit!" "I gotta fuckin' fix it!" "Okay, okay." "Is that what you fuckin' want?" "!" "Yes." "Huh?" "You want me to fuckin' fix your head once and for all?" "!" "Come on, it's easy." "It's easy." "No!" "Bullshit!" "Bullshit!" "Not for me!" "I love you, fuckin' shit bag." "I love you, too." "I'm gonna miss you, brother." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "Everything's gonna be okay." "Yeah." "Yeah." "I know."