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I don't f***ing know.

Would you... would you be

willing to come down to the station,

make a statement?

Man... it's just a statement.

It's not a big deal.

Come on.

All right? Come on.

Come on.

Sh*t.

Get in the back. Get in the back.

hey, you finally made it, huh?

You believe that sh*t?

Like we're all shocked.

hey, you're going to

run this place some day.

Yeah.

hey, Mack.

Mack.

We good?

Oh, yeah.

Let's hit it.

What was that all about?

What's that?

Back there in the stairwell.

Uh... homicide.

I made it.

No sh*t.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Well, that's great.

Putting in three months

with the old timer?

Paid your dues?

It's not like that.

Yeah, it's exactly like that.

When I was going gold,

they put me with some f***ing dinosaur

who kept telling me

stories from the 1950s.

What's this?

It's a lead that Quinn

asked us to follow up on.

Simon Weeks. Glamour shot, huh?

Who is he?

He's just some kid.

He's a smalltime dealer,

And he and some pals,

they knocked over

a Russian grocery last night.

Why isn't vice covering it?

Well, they beat up

the Russian guy pretty bad.

What else is new?

No, no, no, the thing is

they cut up the guy's

10-year-old daughter.

Yeah.

Raped her.

Those f***ing pieces of sh*t.

Yeah.

So why us?

You know, busy day.

Lot of overflow.

Jerry asked for a little help.

I offered us up.

Know this guy at all?

No, no, no, no, he's just...

He just got out.

Murder at 17.

just f***ing younger every day.

All right.

Where do we start?

Kid I know,

he did time with this Weeks character,

And I will bet my nuts...

...they knew each other.

So that's it. You think

this Weeks guy's up there?

I doubt it,

but let's see if this f*** stick

can lead us to him.

Hold on.

I better go alone.

I know these guys.

Need to get a f***ing housekeeper.

For this?

Yeah, look at this sh*t.

There's fluking... what is that?

you're the one with the short hair.

What is this? His is a f***ing twig.

Who is it?

I'm selling chocolate.

So. F*** off.

Let me in.

Chocolate. Give me a f***ing break.

Yo, come on, man.

They got kit kats and sh*t.

Jesus f***.

You f***ing kidding me?

hey, Carl.

Been a long time.

Sit down, fat f***.

You ain't going nowhere.

Louie, what a surprise.

Have a seat, Louis.

Sit. Sit.

Carl, pass me the bag.

Uh, bag of what?

Bag of coke.

It ain't coke.

F*** is this?

Is this f***ing aspirin?

Oh, and I thought you guys

were making it big.

Something funny, you fat f***?

You wonder why you're so f***ing fat.

Try throwing a ball,

play some games, hopscotch,

duck duck goose.

Tag.

Love tag.

Oh, I got a better game.

Yeah, I got a great game.

hey, fat f***, come here.

Join us.

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