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No. You know what gets old? Being reminded what a loser you are every time you screw up.
Here it comes, poor Tom.
But that's okay, Liz, you're the one with the steady job, you pay all the bills. I'm just an unemployed musician. You have every right.
That is so unfair.
My sentiments exactly.
Why are you doing this?
This the guy?
It speaks!
That's him. He's a lot prettier in person though.
Cut to the fucking chase, Flynne.
Dude is bugging. Transparent spiders, plastic men the whole nine yards.
What's he holding?
Then why didn't you help the kid when you were there?
Hey, you want me to do all your work for you, numbnuts?
I'll tell you why you didn't help because you're a chickenshit tweaking snitch. You're a bottom feader, Flynne.
Garcetti, you're teeth, they're fucking perfect.
Danny, it's really pains me to have to tell you this, but do you remember DOMINGO, that wetback you helped us put away for trafficking a few months back?
Yeah. What about him?
Turns out he's connected.
To who?
The Mexicali Boys
And what does this have to do with me?
He knows somebody ratted him.
What?!
And he's making a lot of noise about having his homies hang a Colombian necktie on whoever it was.
Fuck you, Garcetti. I been at this for almost a year. I've done everything you guys have asked of me.
Anyone ever ask you to be such a disrespectful smartass all the time?
We know what's going on.
I still don't know what you're talking about.
Jimmy?
Who the hell is Jimmy?
He's the only one I told.
And he probably only told two people and they probably only told four people and on and one. You know better than to tell a secret to a tweaker, Flynne. Might just as well broadcast it on the evening news.
What's on the other end of this thing?
Now that I can help you with. Nasty boy ... goes by the name of PoohBear. He's a chef. Check with Palmdale P.D. I'm sure they're keeping box scores on the guy.
Sounds like you hooked up with some fine citizens, Flynne.
Oh they're all that and the proverbial bag of chips.
What's that smell?
That would be me.
What'd you do, piss your pants?
Hell, yes! What the hell do you expect zapping Mr. Johnson with that crackler?
Who'd have thought it? Danny "Chickenshit" Flynne trying to go large right under our noses.
Lay off, Garcetti. I'm not in the mood.
No. You've got me all wrong. I mean, in you own pussified way, you actually got some nuts in your little sack.
Excuse me?
Several possession charges, but nothing major.
Why doesn't Palmdale P.D. just raid the guy?
They have. But they never found a lab.
You're lucky, Flynne.
Funny, I don't feel lucky.
We're coordinating with Palmdale P.D.. We'll have your sorry ass covered.
What if he caps me before you can make a move?
Speaking of which ... you run that license plate for me?
You mean the menacing red car?
Come on! Who is it? Domingo's boys?
Worse. Much worse. A teacher.
When is the deal going down?
I'm making the small buy tonight ... if I don't get beaten to death with a wheelchair or something. If everyone is happy, we'll do the big deal later in the week.
You know, I'm starting to think I'd rather take my chances with Domingo than go through any more of this shit.
Didn't you hear? Domingo's dead.
Nervous?
With you clowns watching my back? What do you think?
I've got a hot one.
You go, boy.
If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not dish right here in the middle of Crankville.
Feeling the paranoia tonight, are we?
Well, you know what they say, just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean everyone's not out to slice your balls off and shove 'em down your throat.
You got a name?
Bobby, rhymes with hobby.
What?
Never mind. Dude had a backfull of jailhouse tatts.
No last name?
It was all pretty informal. Didn't have a lot of time to exchange pleasantries.
Yeah. Pretty sure. Oh yeah ... he had a spear gun, too.
God damn, Flynne, you are one observant tweaker.
Somebody has to help you lazy bastards.
Danny, I'm touched.
Don't be. I'm worried about the kid.
You think I'm a Judas?
Hard to compare the people you're taking down with the Lord.
Garcetti thinks I'm a pile of shit.
Garcetti thinks everything is shit. He doesn't even like dolphins.
Thanks for not judging me.
It's not my place.
Don't you wonder why I do it?
The money? The drugs? Keeping yourself out of jail? I know the drill.
You don't find that repugnant?
Just the way the world works. Look, as far as tweakers go, you aren't a bad guy. You never hurt anyone but yourself as far as I know.
Tell that to Bobby ... and his wife and kid.
Bobby laid his own tracks. He could have gone quietly but he played the hardass con till the end. And as far as I'm concerned, he wife and kid are a hell of a lot better off without him. Now take the money.
I was getting to it.
Tell me what?
If he finds out it's me, I'm a dead man.
Danny, he isn't gonna find out it's you. Domingo was a slinger, he must have sold to hundreds of different people.
Look, we'll talk to the A.D.A.
When?
Soon. I promise. We'll get the charges dropped and you can disappear. In the mean time, trust me, he has no idea that you ratted him out.
What the hell are you doing here?
Question is, what are you doing here?
I was trying to score some dope.