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verbaI skills aren't your strong point.

- What are my strong points?

- No, not those either.

- You're a liar.

- You're a bragger.

Hello. Dooley.

Got an address on Freddie, huh?

No, give it to me.

Uh-huh.

No, no. No black-and-whites.

I don't wanna scare him.

Uh-huh.

No, no.

Oh, damn it. I missed it.

God, I'm old.

- Ernie. " Que pasa?

- B*tch of a night.

- Why ain't you in bed with your old lady?

- Why aren't you?

- Your pizza, man.

- Cheese and mushroom?

- Like always.

- Here. seven, right?

- Yeah.

- How about a napkin?

How about a tip?

Cold damn pizza.

Gotta get a microwave in here.

You just ran a stop sign!

Good morning.

- Hey! Freddie, my man!

- This can't be happening.

- This can't be happening!

- You thought I was dead, huh?

surprised to see me?

You set me up, Freddie.

- I didn't do anything!

- Then what are you running from?

I need the exercise.

Exercise? I can help you there, Freddie.

You know, this whole jogging thing,

I just don't get it.

- Dooley, what the hell are you doing?

- But if you don't run,

you miss the precious aerobic benefits.

Make a right hand signaI for me,

will you? Thank you.

- Freddie, listen.

- What are you doin'?

- Names, Freddie. I need names.

- I don't know!

- You are like Edwin Moses.

- Ah, come on.

- Great hurdler. You know that?

- Come on, buddy!

- No, no, no!

- To be the best, you gotta go!

- Dooley!

- Come on, buddy. Up, up.

- OK, OK. They were dealers.

- Dealers? Watch that pole!

Don't wanna piss off AT&T!

Don't do it!

- Whoo! Names, Freddie.

- I don't know!

- Was it Lyman?

- I don't know, I swear to you.

Benny the Mule. He was the trigger man.

Jesus, Dooley, what are you doin'?

Oh, you got those slim Italian shoes, huh?

I think we qualify for a carpooI.

Dooley, you're gonna kill me!

What are you doin'?

All right! You busted

a big shipment of their coke.

Now I wanna know,

are they movin' some more stuff in?

- They're movin' a lot more in, aren't they?

- What?

Huh? Come on,

give it to me straight, Freddie.

- Come on. I want it straight.

- All right. All right.

We had a meeting at a warehouse.

Fifth and Presidio.

Transworld shipping, something like that.

Better be right, buddy,

because I'm gonna tell you,

I don't wanna waste

my afternoon searchin'.

- You'll waste a lifetime searching it.

- Yeah?

It's huge. You could hide

the Goodyear Blimp in there.

- Better have a hell of a nose.

- Yeah, yeah, right.

- I guess I'll have to.

- Hey, what am I supposed to do?

Drive slow, don't pass.

San Diego Police Department.

Put your weapons down,

put your hands behind your head,

and come out of the building

through the front door.

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