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your guns in the tank!
Put it in the tank!
Get down on the ground.
Wait for my friends to arrive.
Okay, get this
bastard off my car!
Faster!
Damn, this kid is determined.
Do you have anything stronger?
I like it.
Keep it steady.
I got him!
What the f***!
Sh*t!
Get out of the car! Get
out of the car now!
That's George the Greek.
Check your most wanted list.
Get out of the car right now!
I'm Detective Collier,
undercover narcotics.
- Show us your ID.
- Sure.
You're next.
ID please.
All right, I take over.
- How long do you need?
- One hour tops.
- Here you go Sam.
- Thank you Lola.
- Can I help you?
- Lola.
Grandpa, what was our deal?
- One a day.
- What's all that down on the ground?
Come on, how many pleasures
I got left, huh?
I can't even enjoy
reading my paper.
Explain this to me.
He's a bad guy and
we took him down.
Most of what you're reading here
is blown out of proportion.
You can't believe
everything that you read.
Like where it says, uh...
"The unidentified undercover
hanging on at 80 miles an hour."
Exaggeration
"Over 300 rounds fired."
Looks like a 100 rounds, maybe.
I am so close to
taking down Tremaine.
Revenge and justice are
not the same thing.
And your grandmother is gone.
Your father is gone.
You are all I got left.
And I'm gonna be around
for a very long time
because I'm a very
healthy old man, okay?
All right, so here's the deal.
- I'll get this one last scumbag.
- Okay.
And you keep this to one a day.
I'll cut this out
altogether right now
after that last scumbag.
Yeah.
Just like I thought.
Move, b*tch.
Whatchu looking at, fool?
Got your ass.
You Latino? Where are you from?
Mexico?
Brazil?
What's going on here Rayzah?
Nothing.
Me and home girl
gonna chill later.
Let me get down to business.
Lola, please.
- What do you want?
- Your boyfriend.
I don't have a boyfriend.
You and Lino broke up?
I haven't see him in years.
That's not what I heard.
Really? Well, I guess you'll just
have to add me to the list then.
What list is that?
The list of people who don't give
a sh*t about what you heard.
That's cute.
You listen to this.
I suggest we get along.
Because your pretty ass ain't going
- Hey Lola.
- Lino, what the hell are you doing?
- If you're going to be mad, I can go.
- Your full of bullshit, I know it!
Can you two work out
your relationship
when you don't got a
gun to my throat?
His having a gun to your throat
is the issue in our relationship.
All right, everybody
just cool down.
Should I take the shot?
Nigga's got a 45
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