"Carl and Scooby were murdered." "Stabbed to death in a sewer." "Now Antwon cuts a deal with DEA and just walks?" "The deal was made behind my back." "That shithead killed two of us." "I know." "I am assured that Antwon's cooperation will lead to numerous arrests." "Except the prick who organized it." "We should've put a bullet in him when we had the chance." "The feeling is understandable, but I need everyone to be professional in the street." "This is as painful to me as it is to you." "Hood's happy." "Kill a cop, cut a deal with DEA and skate." "The department's looking into that arrangement." "We're gonna do everything we can to make sure this doesn't happen again." "So the ship's sailed?" "Antwon's free?" "And there's nothing we can do about it." "Is it true that they're pulling the plug on the seizure policy?" "The policy's being discussed by Pol Com tomorrow." "No decision's been made yet." "We're dropping like damn flies and nobody's paying for it." "We are really hurting and angry right now." "But we've got a job to do." "So let's do it." "We have got to undermine Antwon's deal with DEA." "The same thought's been ringing in our ear too." "What about Aceveda and Phillips?" "You're hanging from a pretty thin rope." "Yeah, well, they disagree with me about a couple of things." "But there's one thing we don't disagree on, and that's wanting to see Antwon in a short stay on death row." "Even so, brass will never sign off on us undercutting a DEA investigation." "That's why they can't find out about it until after we pull it off." "Help Danny through this trial." "Guide her, Lord." "Give her strength in adversity." "Oh, Jesus, Julien." "Amen." "How you doing?" "I'm okay." "I just can't handle all the "save her, Lord" stuff right now." "You know, it's..." "Anyway, he already did, right?" "Look, I was just waiting for you to wake up." "I thought I'd say a prayer." "As long as you're talking to the man upstairs, just ask him for a Vicodin." "Thanks for your prayers." "I'll come back later." "I'll help you home." "That'd be great." "Thanks." "Anything?" "Checked into Aceveda and Antwon." "Aceveda only visited Antwon one time." "No phone calls, no letters." "Aceveda visited another inmate before that, though." "Who?" "Juan Lozano." "Who's that?" "You mean who was that." "Byz Lat who grabbed Aceveda's gun, then got busted by him for armed robbery." "What happened to him?" "Took a 40-pound dumbbell to the back of the head in county." "Bled out in his cell." "So Aceveda meets with Juan, then with Antwon." "Antwon gets a deal, Juan gets killed." "What the hell is up with that?" "What?" "I heard you visited Juan Lozano in county the other day." "Here's your doll, okay?" "Go play, I'll be right there." "Yeah, he's filed an appeal." "Claims that I forced his confession." "Lucky for you he had a little sports injury." "Somebody in county went Mr. Universe on his skull." "Guy's dead." "Can't say the world will miss him." "He seems to have a lot of enemies." "Especially you." "Been going over the paperwork for his arrest last year." "First he assaults you, takes your gun, then you make the collar, put him away, go visit him at county, next thing you know, he's dead." "Well, he's not the first person to piss off the wrong inmate in jail." "Instead of rehashing the past, I was hoping that you could help us with the future." "In what way?" "Your boy Juan, he have a relationship with Antwon Mitchell?" "Maybe Antwon was the inmate he pissed off." "Well, Juan seemed pretty desperate." "He lost his juice up in Terminal Island." "Maybe he thought going after Antwon would get him back his street cred." "Antwon found out, struck first?" "If Juan was bludgeoned after Antwon made his deal with the DEA, it could kill his immunity." "That's where you come in." "I'm sorry I ever gave those guys a hand." "Then for Antwon to be responsible for our cops' deaths, now maybe this Juan too." "Now, give me some time." "I'll look into it." "Nice to have you on board." "Bonilla?" "He's the solo gatekeeper between U.S. dirt and El Salvador, man." "And old-school crazy." "You know, a technophobe." "No cell phone, no e-mail." "Everything gets hand-delivered to him." "Now, I say everything, I mean everything." "Shipments, distribution, slaughter crews." "They all go through him." "And him only." "That's why you guys keep coming up with these dead ends." "He's the only one that deals directly with..." "Here's the rest of what we have on Mitchell." "Hope it helps." "LAMBERTl:" "We could've sent an agent over to pick these up." "I wanted to see him for one last time before you sent him off to Shangri-la." "You know his full name?" "I only know him as Bonilla." "You know, cat's got to be about 50, 60 years old." "He's given us more in a day than we got in a year." "But the deal's only good if his testimony leads to arrests and convictions." "LAMBERTl:" "Only reason we'd do it." "It's gonna be huge." "They get the messages to him." "LAMBERTl:" "I know it's painful." "You have no idea." "Lik e I've been saying, this Bonilla's the k ey to them all." "I just came from the DEA safe house where they're keeping Antwon." "Hope Mr. Mitchell's comfortable." "The key target he's giving up is an El Salvadoran named Bonilla." "Name ring a bell?" "No." "He's either lying or this Bonilla's way high on the food chain." "So we got half a Latino name in a city of 4 million Latinos?" "We should rattle our boy Gusano." "Shake the Salvadoran tree, see if Bonilla falls out." "Yeah, this guy is Antwon's biggest chit." "If we can take down that asshole first, we blow Mitchell's leverage." "Then we can barter with the DEA." "Bonilla for Antwon, straight up." "Check out this fool, homes." "No way." "Hands in the air!" "Stay right there, don't move." "Shut up." "What the hell do you want?" "Oh, we smelled smoke, thought the whole place might burn down." "But since we're already here..." "Bullshit." "Get out of here." "Tear the place apart." "You got it, man." "Hey, hey!" "Looking for a big fish named Bonilla." "I don't know no Bonilla." "Get the crowbars." "Pull up every goddamn floorboard." "You got it." "Hey, hey, okay!" "All right, look, check the flower store." "Eighth and Western." "You babysit them." "All right." "We're gonna go check this out." "Yup." "Get them down." "Proud of yourself?" "Stood up to Billings, Vic." "No more pranks or jokes since." "Damn straight, I'm proud." "Men, doesn't matter if they're 5 or 65, it's all about the pecking order on the playground." "You're just figuring that out?" "Wedding?" "Quinceañera, probably." "It's a Latin coming-out party." "They present the girl as a woman when she turns 15." "Get them while you can." "Well, it looks like this guy got his." "Everything was fine until her boyfriend showed up." "It wasn't his fault." "He wasn't supposed to come." "Papi told you." "What's your boyfriend's name?" "Alejandro." "My papi hated him." "He told Xylina to keep him away." "Did Alejandro shoot him?" "No." "Then who did?" "When my father saw her going to the parking lot to talk to Alejandro, he went over there to tell him to leave." "There was someone else with him." "I heard arguing, then the shots." "Did you see the other person?" "Too many cars." "But she knows." "You're gonna protect the person who murdered your father?" "You're 15." "You're supposed to be a woman." "Start acting like one." "Unis are rolling up." "The captain said Bonilla was old, like 50 or 60." "These guys just got out of diapers." "Hey." "It's tar." "Where you from, ése?" "Jalisco, Mexico." "Mexico?" "Gusano humped us." "He sent us to bust his competition." "Yeah?" "Gusano sent us on a wild-goose chase." "No shit?" "Yeah, gave us a Mexican tar house." "You still got them?" "Yeah." "Hey, shut up." "Yeah, we're coming back to have a little chat." "Hey, shut up." "English only." "Hey, hey, hey, sit down, sit down." "Lem, what's happening?" "Go ahead, shoot." "Get your asses down!" "You'll never find Bonilla." "Goddamn it!" "Lem?" "Lem?" "I said sit down!" "Shots fired." "Hold it." "Officer needs assistance." "Hey, hey, hey." "All right, all right." "Hey." "Lem." "You all right?" "Yeah." "Where's Gusano, man?" "He got away." "Hey, hey, hey." "What the hell happened?" "My fault." "I left him alone." "Lem kicked some serious ass." "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, fine." "We got a lead from our guy Gusano." "We left Lem to watch him while we checked it out." "He took down two of them, but Gusano bolted." "Way to take care of yourself." "Thanks." "What about the lead?" "Turned out to be bullshit." "You still think Gusano can take us to Bonilla?" "Emolia's a CI of mine." "She worked as an H-cutter for a lowlife named Pittario." "He was our initial contact for Gusano." "Hello." "I'm Captain Rawling." "We've lost track of Gusano." "Any help you can give us finding him would be extremely valuable." "I don't know much." "I talked to him on the phone." "Saw him a couple of times when he stopped at Pittario's." "How did Pittario get in touch with him?" "Called him." "I never knew the number." "Do you know anyone else connected with him?" "Any friends, associates?" "Have you ever heard of a guy called Bonilla?" "I met Gusano's girlfriend." "She knew I had a kid." "So I babysat for her a couple of times." "Where'd you babysit?" "At her place." "Rosaria?" "Get out." "Clear." "Clear." "Looks like a little family vacation." "Oh, hey, check this out." "Found it by the phone." "Directions to Industrial Discount Clothing." "It's off Rampart." "I shop there." "That explains a few things." "Come on, brother, let's go get you the arresting officer's discount." "This where you gonna go meet Gusano?" "No means yes." "This must be horrible for you." "Your father killed on your quinceañera." "Look, we believe you when you say he didn't do it." "But he knows who did." "And if we can't clear Alejandro, that makes your boyfriend an accessory to murder." "But he didn't shoot him." "But he's protecting the killer." "Your boyfriend's friend murdered your father." "My father tried to throw them both out." "Why'd he have to do that?" "It was my quinceañera." "Alejandro's scared, and he should be." "He'll go to prison." "But if you don't mind waiting..." "Twenty, 30 years sound good?" "Boy's name is Miguel." "He's crazy." "Always on drugs." "Alejandro is not like that." "Gusano." "See if there's an entrance in the back." "Get out of here." "Police!" "Get on the ground right now!" "Get down right now!" "Bitch." "Dealing, concealed weapon, dealing." "Dealing again." "All kicked down." "Must have some powerful connections, Gusano." "Somebody's paying for the lawyer." "I guess they'll pick up the tab for you and your idiots trying to kill a police officer." "You're lucky." "We don't want you." "Even luckier, you hook us up, you can help yourself." "Look, let me talk to him, man to scum." "Give us up Bonilla, I'll get my guy to drop the charges." "We'll go our separate ways." "No one will know we ever met." "Yeah, except I'm still out a key of tar, thanks to you, puta." "You listen to me, shithead." "I did you a favour by getting that tar back to you." "Whatever that crap was, it wasn't tar." "I tried to pass that fake shit down to one of my hookups." "Looked like I was trying to play his ass." "I had to kick him down with two keys just to make it right." "So don't think I owe you a favour." "Don't dick me around." "You left me holding a pile of shit." "Gusano claims the dope we returned was bogus." "Is that possible?" "Pittario sometimes had me thin out his supply." "Not thin, fake." "I don't know nothing about that." "Gusano thinks I'm in on it?" "We'll keep you hidden." "Vic, check this out." "Gusano's phone." "All regular numbers, no names." "But look at these." "They're coded?" "Yeah, third-grade code." "Instead of 213, he's got 324." "Dipshit's adding one to every number." "Let me see that." "Hey, Vic." "I looked into this possible relationship between Juan Lozano and Antwon Mitchell." "There's no connection." "Except you visited both of them in prison the day that Lozano was killed." "Look, Juan was killed before Antwon made his deal." "So there's no violation." "So basically, you got zero." "Yeah." "Maybe I should do some digging into what got this Juan killed." "Why do I get the feeling that you're actually working another angle?" "Maybe I should do some digging to see what you're up to today." "If we can bust the main target of the DEA's case, this Bonilla, we can kill Antwon's deal, get him to pay for Carl and Scooby." "I'm taking a chance telling you this." "But we may need you to help the feds swallow the pill when the time's right." "Now, why would I want to assist on an unauthorized investigation that could blow up in all of our faces?" "Why would I wanna look the other way on this whole weird Juan-Antwon-Aceveda triangle?" "I want Antwon for those murders." "Dig all you want, I've got nothing to hide." "But I'm still gonna help you, if you need it, because I want justice for Carl and Scooby too." "Either way, I'm good." "You got a lot of friends in funny area codes." "434, that's Virginia." "324, that doesn't even exist." "You better start talking or we're gonna call a few." "Don't forget to subtract one from every number." "Huh?" "Yeah, 324, that's really 213." "Really?" "434, that's really 323, right here in Los Angeles." "Nice job, windtalker." "If the Germans had you in World War II, we could've stopped that thing before it started." "All right." "Hello, who's this?" "Alberto?" "Alberto." "This is Detective Mackey." "I'm at the station with your friend Gusano." "Yeah, he thinks you have some information you'd like to share with us." "Hello?" "Alberto doesn't care to share." "We keep letting our fingers do the walking, won't be long till we're talking to Bonilla or one of his goons." "Better think about helping us, quick." "Bonilla loves music." "He's got a club on 8th." "That his corporate headquarters?" "Place where he warehouses his product?" "No." "He just hangs out there." "He loves music, poppies, black whores." "Who doesn't?" "Looks like a goddamn Viagra convention." "Hanging with the Depends crowd keeps Bonilla under the radar." "I get that low-pro, you tie off my colostomy bag and you call it a day." "Man, you're gonna be on wife number, what, six by then?" "Five." "This better be our guy." "Antwon's kissing fed ass and we're losing time." "Hey." "Gusano says he likes to burn coal." "Yeah, well, three hotties like that, you tell Santa I been naughty." "Captain." "We nailed the shooter in the quinceañera murder." "Kid named Miguel." "Good." "There's something else." "You're gonna wanna hear this." "Kid's a pill freak." "Found some scrip bottles in his car when we picked him up." "All from the same place." "The foster home Joya was assaulted in." "Was there a date on those bottles?" "One of them's only a few days old." "According to Family Services, there's some new kids in that house, teenagers." "One of them goes to school with our shooter." "That place was supposed to be shut down." "What the hell is Family Services doing?" "Anything else you need?" "No." "I'm just gonna..." "Thanks.... watch some TV and probably fall asleep." "All right, I'll check in later." "Hey, Julien." "Yeah." "I've been thinking a lot about the head-butting and everything that went on between us, you know, with the injunctions and the seizures and everything." "Now you're the only one taking care of me." "You'd do the same for me." "I'm glad you know that." "Why are the Walkers still supervising children?" "Their foster-care licence is under appeal." "They have a right to operate until a final decision has been made." "We have criminal charges pending against them." "Misdemeanour charges, and they're presumed innocent." "Two months since that little girl had drain cleaner forced down her throat, one of their kids is selling prescription meds out of that house." "When do you get mad?" "Give me the name of the kid dealing and I'll handle it." "What I'll give you is notification." "We're seizing the Walkers' house." "What?" "If you won't shut it down, I will." "Isn't that a little bit out of your realm?" "Excuse me, I'm done talking to you." "Round up some unis." "We're seizing the Walkers' house." "I thought there was a moratorium on seizures." "I'm making an exception." "They're having a meeting about it tomorrow." "If you throw this in their face now, it doesn't help the policy or you." "Well, this was the Walkers' second strike, I'm not gonna give them a third." "So do it." "I'll take the heat." "If she's gonna hang herself, there's nothing you can do about it." "We just have to be careful we don't get caught in the middle again." "I'm not sticking my nose anywhere." "You know, if she goes, they'll come to you to take over." "They don't want me." "They'll get some company yes-man jellyfish from outside that'll keep us all in line." "Black Betty's taking a little stroll." "This hood, we better protect her." "Hey, darling." "How much for a blowjob?" "I ain't no ho." "No." "You just joined grandpa's harem for the free paella." "Oh, man, come on." "I just need a smoke." "Looks more like you need a nap." "What are you on?" "Nothing." "Sister's oozing O.P." "What you want?" "Bonilla." "You've been with him all day?" "He in town, I'm with him every day." "Anybody drop by his club?" "Tipping him off about the cops, huh?" "He don't tell me shit." "I don't have time for this." "Oh, shit." "God, are you all right?" "There's some blood in that." "Looks like an ulcer." "If you don't get that thing treated for..." "It'll kill me, I know." "That's the plan." "Here's a new plan." "I'm gonna get the city to pay for your medical bills." "We're gonna fix up your gut, you're gonna answer a few questions, all right?" "Please don't be screwing with me." "I'm not." "One of his soldiers passed a message, really pissed him off." "You know, more than usual." "Something about the stuff being moved to la cueva." "The cave." "What's that?" "Don't know." "Just passed on the message." "Yeah." "You still got Gusano?" "Antwon gave up Gusano to DEA." "Lamberti and Phillips are taking him away in about two minutes." "We only need him for one." "Get his phone." "You have time for one phone call." "Make it now." "Get Bonilla on the phone now!" "Guy who doesn't like to use cell phones, must be important." "El Asshole better talk fast." "Yeah, I got busted." "They think I'm talking to my attorney." "They're asking me about la cueva." "So much for age and wisdom." "Shithead's going for it." "Shit." "Spotters." "Go." "I got Bonilla!" "Stop!" "Get your ass over here." "Get over here." "Shane, get it out." "Hurry up!" "Shit." "Come on, buddy." "Little light reading for the DEA?" "Jesus Christ." "Shipping receipts, distribution charts." "Pretty meticulous." "We got names from D.C. to San Salvador." "This will put the Salvadorans back two years." "Nice work." "Number one on our most wanted." "Some coincidence." "Yeah, well, my guys were working a routine sting and they just stumbled across this." "And you just happened to nail the one godfather with the Salvadoran Rolodex." "The one Antwon Mitchell's been telling us all about." "Sometimes you just get lucky." "LAMBERTl:" "I'm taking him and those files." "Right after he gets processed for attempted murder." "His guys took shots at my officers." "We'll also need to log all that stuff into evidence." "You do that, his organization will have time to learn about his capture and seal off the damage." "I got him fair and square." "He's a goddamn whale to us." "You really expect that I'd let him go?" "What do you want?" "I want Antwon Mitchell." "I'll run it up the ladder." "Cover things here." "I'm leading a seizure down the road." "What?" "What seizure?" "A kid selling scrips from that abusive foster home a couple of months back." "Pol Com's meeting tomorrow." "A seizure's the worst thing you can do." "We just busted Bonilla, snagged Antwon." "I think I just bought myself a little cover." "Or we can quit while we're ahead." "Duly noted." "Again, nice work." "All right, come on." "Why do I have to go?" "I didn't do anything." "You sure about this?" "We busted the actual dealer, 14-year-old." "Assigned to the house three weeks after Joya's rape." "You still have some doubts?" "Glad you could make it." "I'm glad too." "You're out of control." "And now everyone can see that." "I'll take these children now." "That scares the shit out of me." "These kids will end up sleeping in my office tonight." "At least it won't be here." "And now you've shut down this home." "Congratulations." "You think it's about shutting down one home?" "This system fails thousands of kids every year." "This is about not putting up with this shit anymore." "Cass?" "Cassidy?" "What are you doing here?" "Dad had to work late." "And I'm taking you home." "Grab whatever you need and let's go." "Hello." "We were studying." "We didn't hear the door." "Who are you?" "Evan." "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Mackey." "Where are your books?" "What's going on?" "I saw something when I went to get Cassidy at your apartment." "What?" "She was there with a boy." "Evan something." "He lives in your building." "It took them a long time to get to that door." "What were they doing?" "She says studying, but there were no books." "She's been lying to me lately, and when she's not lying to me, she's shutting me out." "You know what they say, 11 's the new 13." "No shit." "Mom tells me you had a friend over." "She makes a big deal out of everything." "Well, that's her job, right?" "Come on, Cass, you know you're not supposed to have anyone over there alone without Carmen or I there, let alone some cute boy, right?" "We weren't doing anything." "Okay." "Has he been over there before?" "No." "Who is he?" "Evan." "He lives in 3A." "His folks know he's been over there studying?" "He's cool." "Just like you." "Me?" "Yeah." "Other kids like him and he doesn't take shit from anyone." "Cassidy." "No." "No." "You understand there's more important things to being a person, right?" "Like being honest, trustworthy." "Someone caring about you." "I like him." "Why did Mom have to say anything?" "She didn't get you and now she doesn't get me." "Stupid." "I had every reason to seize that house." "Neglected, unsupervised foster kids selling prescription drugs that contributed to a murder." "It's a PR win for us." "This isn't about seizures." "Then why the executioner looks?" "The Department of Justice has been on the phone with the mayor ever since you twisted DEA's arm to hand over Mitchell." "They're threatening to pull federal funds for everything from law enforcement to drug treatment." "I gave them Bonilla." "They got what they wanted." "You made them eat shit." "And now they're making the mayor eat it." "If you think he's gonna let them yank tens of millions of dollars from this city..." "I'll apologise." "The DEA chief doesn't want your apology." "He wants your job." "And now the mayor wants it too." "Pol Com's recommending you be relieved of duty." "And the chief's decided to act on the request." "And no one's gonna fight for me?" "Cops watching each other's backs?" "I tried." "I explained the situation to my colleagues." "I got DEA to hand Antwon over to us." "But that's where my juice stops." "So now you're letting DEA buy my job?" "I'm sorry it ended like this." "You'll fight for me, right, Roy?" "The chief too." "Because you know that Farmington is better off now then when I found it." "Because the seizures were working." "Because I made sure that Antwon Mitchell paid for what he did to our two cops." "I looked after them, now you'll look after me, right?" "I don't have much time." "What is it?" "You were right about the Strike Team." "Emolia, come in here." "Emolia's one of our Cls." "She's made money in the past by giving up tips on El Salvadoran runners." "Now, on the sixth of this month, she was cutting H for her dealer, Pittario, when Detective Curtis Lemansky had words with him, assaulted him and confiscated a kilo of tar heroin." "Now, those drugs were never logged into evidence." "When was this reported?" "Emolia called in one of my colleagues immediately." "They were able to ID Lemansky from her description, searched his vehicle while he was sleeping, procured the heroin and replaced it with a non-narcotic substance." "I thought you were Vic's CI." "Whoever's got the money." "Are you moving on Lemansky?" "Not yet." "My boss wants to use this to net the whole team." "Vic likes me and my boy." "He wants to take care of us." "We can use that." "I just lost my job." "This is someone else's problem." "You are gonna appeal, right?" "If I lose, they take my pension." "I've had my run." "I never got to put this up." "Carl and Scooby's." "Families said I could frame them." "Make sure this gets hung in a place where everyone can see them." "I will." "Ma'am, Assistant Chief Phillips sent us over." "We're to escort you out of the building." "Hey, guys, she's a captain, not a criminal." "We're just carrying out our assignment." "Well, not tonight." "We're waiting for Antwon Mitchell to be remanded into our custody." "The captain has to make that arrest." "As long as it's not too long." "All right, Cass, get in the car." "I love you." "I've gotta get back to Matt and Megan." "Are you done here?" "Not yet." "But everything's squared away with Cassidy." "No more hanging around with boys in empty apartments." "I guess she listens to you." "Yeah." "Listen, uh..." "Maybe she should move back in with you." "Are you serious?" "Well, she's getting to be that age." "She needs her mom." "This is because of what happened?" "It's a lot of things." "There's gonna be more boys, other stuff." "You can keep an eye on her better than I can." "You sure?" "Positive." "Thanks." "Antwon Mitchell." "You're under arrest for conspiracy to commit the murders of officers Carl Miller and Wayne Haimes." "Right over there's great." "Okay." "Thanks." "I signed a six-month lease." "Only now, not only do the neighbours not want me here, neither does the department." "I guess that means you're staying." "Yeah." "Might be fun." "I like the place." "It was good working with you." "What's gonna happen to you now?" "What do you mean?" "I feel like I started something with you, but I didn't get to finish it." "We got Antwon Mitchell." "Yeah." "You ever think about how it's all gonna end up for you?" "I'll take things as they come." "Promise me you'll take a good look at where you're going." "And you take care of yourself." "As long as you promise to do the same." "Yeah." "Good luck." "You too." "Wagenbach." "Yes, sir." "Don't know if you heard what happened, but your captain's been relieved of duty." "Yeah." "We need someone to cover in an interim capacity." "Claudette's the best person." "She's learned..." "I'd like you to step up." "Me?" "There's no guarantees, but if it works out, it could be permanent." "I'm sorry, I can't." "Not that I'm not honoured, flattered." "But can't leave my partner." "More valuable to you on the street." "Well, I'd like you upstairs." "To be honest, if you think I'm the kind of guy you're looking for, you've made a mistake." "I'm sorry." "What was that about?" "He asked me to be the company yes-man jellyfish." "I told him to shove it." "Sometimes you have to take the moral high ground." "One day you'll understand." "We're all heading over to Jamie's to celebrate nailing Antwon and closing Carl and Scooby's case." "You wanna join?" "I'm sure we could all use a few." "You and me, for crying out loud." "It's Danny." "Hey, hey, hey." "Hey." "Let the hero sit down." "All right." "You want a beer?" "No, I'm still on pain medication." "Anybody got a glass?" "Hey, hey, get them up, get them up." "Come on." "To Carl and Scooby, a couple of good cops." "Cheers." "Right?" "Get a room." "Get a room."