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Cut the shit, Flynne.
Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on here?
Okay, asshole, you wanna play, we'll play.
You think this is funny motherfucker?
I can't help it, Tanner, you hit like a fucking girl.
I met the guy at a party. He said he wanted to do a biggie. He's new in town so I offered my services.
This chink have a name?
Bubba.
You better not be blowing smoke up My ass, Flynne.
After that asswhipping you gave me?
What're your taking down?
Standard vig. Minus five for a certain blabbermouth moron by the name of Jimmy the Finn, who's living proof that natural selection is a flawed theory.
Did you really think you were slick enough to pull this off?
Look man, I just wanted to make some dough and disappear. I didn't want to wait around for Domingo to figure out who doubled back on him.
You've got no choice.
Whata you mean I've got no choice?
Well, if you'd rather do a stretch in la casa grande ...
For that old possession charge? Gimme a break.
No. You just handed us a new one. We can go Federal on your ass right now: ongoing criminal conspiracy. Intent to buy and distribute $250,000 worth of crank. What's the mandatory on that, Al?
Bullshit. He's a liar.
Newsflash, Tanner. I'm a fucking rat.
You think you're so god damned smart, don't you?
That's because he doesn't have one.
Whata you mean? He told me
Guy scores dope and dollar from ripping off other drug dealers. As least that's what the word is.
What's to stop him from just ripping me off then?
That's probably what he would have done if we hadn't found out about your getrichquick scheme.
What? Is it bad?
I'm afraid so, Danny.
Who is it?
That's real sweet, Garcetti. Thanks.
We got the 411 on your good old boy.
Murder. Beautiful.
Pumped fiftyseven bullets into a police informant.
Took a pigslicker to the heart.
Jesus.
I thought you'd be happy.
Yeah.
Danny?
My name is Tom.
Whatever you say, man. Look ... can we talk about this?
Yeah. Okay. Listen carefully ... You're in the bathroom. You've been shot in the shoulder ...
Please ... don't do this ...
Answer the fucking question!
I'm gonna get this developed and send it to the Warren Commission.
Um, I think the Warren Commission has been closed for a while.
No shit? Fuck it. I'll send it to Oliver Stone then. He'll get them to reopen the bastard.
Yeah, I uh, have a buyer who's looking for about a quarter's worth.
Crank or glass?
The good stuff. Can you handle that?
I'm sorry. Would you like a taste?
No, I'm good.
I insist. It's delicious. Just a taste.
Not bad.
Secret recipe.
Can we talk price?
Make me an offer.
I don't know, 14,000 a kilo?
I deal in U.S. pounds, friend. None of that faggot metric crap for me.
Okay ... How about um .. 6,000 a ounce.
Hey, okay.
You're serious?
Anything for a dear friend.
But I just met you.
But you're a friend of Jimmy's. I think of you as a brother already.
So that's 40 lbs. at 6 a pound then?
If you say so.
PoohBear, I don't mean to be rude, but I get the feeling you aren't taking me seriously.
Maybe you're the one who isn't taking me seriously.
Why do you say that?
I welcome you here with open arms and you got the nerve to lowball me like some slick used car salesman.
Hey, I was just trying to ...
I want to tell you about the last guy who tried to jam me up on a deal.
Hey, I don't play that.
You want to do this some other time?
Pull your pants down.
I'm sorry?
Pull your motherfucking pants down.
Come on, guys ...
Big Bill.
PoohBear. come on, man. What is this? It's me, Danny. I thought we had a deal.
Big Bill
Captain Steubing thinks you might work for the police.
What?!
Don't address me. I didn't make the accusation.
Please .. I don't know what you're ...
Uhuhuh ...
Shoot him.
Okay! Okay!
Now get talkin'
I didn't fucking do anything! I swear to God!
CAN I PULL MY FUCKING DICK OUT?!
Yeah.
I ought to just call this whole thing off right now.
Don't do that. Please. Or I'll kill you. Please, Danny.
What the hell was that? Who told you I was five0?
No one. It was just a test. I need to be sure of who I'm dealing with from timetotime.
Did it ever occur to you that someone might cop to something they didn't do rather than have their balls chewed off by a rabid weasel?
I'll keep that in mind.
What the hell is this?