Unit 7 Page #2

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- Dump it, let me see.

- I'm a hooker, he's my boyfriend.

- He's a truck driver.

- Don't touch me. Stay there.

Separate it.

- We're good people. We don't shoot up.

- Don't touch me!

Don't touch me! Don't touch me!

What are you doing?

Put that away.

Don't touch me.

Have headquarters send two cells.

- What's upstairs?

- My apartment.

- Let's go.

- You don't waste any time.

On the first date?

At least tell me your name.

Keep looking.

Nothing.

Just crap and perverts

I told you there's nothing.

- What did the precinct say?

- They'll take ten minutes.

Last time a cop said that to me

he took two.

Keep quiet.

Actually, he looked just like you.

Was it you?

Shut up, I said.

And don't look at me like that.

- Mateo.

- I don't go to hookers.

One question, Mahogany.

Is that color natural or dyed?

Dyed.

My p*ssy is mahogany.

Like you didn't know.

Take it easy.

Forget it.

Please don't hit me in the face.

Bingo.

- Open it.

- That's it.

Damn!

How much is here?

Where's a phone?

I'll call Julian.

Nothing, huh?

You're going to jail

for the rest of your life.

What are you doing, wacko?

Put that back.

What's he doing?

How many bricks hit the street?

A hundred, two hundred?

Each one a junkie,

and each junkie a snitch.

Are you crazy?

This is heroin, not breadcrumbs.

It could cost us our careers.

What career, Mateo?

What career?

What about her?

- She'll keep quiet, won't you?

- Another wacko.

I don't trust her.

- What if she blabs?

- Who will they believe?

- A cop or a hooker?

- What do we say?

That Jesus worked a miracle?

You're crazy.

- This is too much dope.

- Okay.

Damn, look at all that.

Don't touch it.

Get to work, you bums.

- You, let's go.

- No.

She's coming with us.

She's our informant.

Good work, gentlemen.

Finally some good news.

Marisa Morales, Diario del Sur.

Can you answer a few questions?

Screw me and I'll kill you.

Angel?

Were you asleep?

No, I was playing dead.

- What time is it?

- I don't know.

- You've been drinking.

- I don't remember.

You shouldn't drink.

The exam results came out.

Call in to say you're not going

to work tomorrow.

You have to celebrate

your husband made detective.

Congratulations!

Congratulations.

I'm very happy for you

Angel.

Angel, put on your pajamas.

I'll put them on tomorrow.

- Always catching the same guys.

- Against the wall.

- Never fails.

- Spread your legs.

Okay, okay.

- Anything on you?

- Like what?

You know I went clean a while back.

- You called?

- Yeah.

- What do you want?

- Anything I can get.

- What have you got for me?

- In the field down the street.

- How many?

- Two.

Careful with the redhead,

she's feisty.

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