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Please, listen to me.

Get me a doctor.

Get me a doctor. Please.

- I'll give you a name.|- You're giving me a brain tumor.

You give me a pass,|I'll give you the f***ing gold!

Nobody knows where it is|but me, you know.

Did you burn your partner?

I need a doctor.

You took the gold|and left him there, didn't you?

No wonder you drank. You figured|jail was the best place to lay low.

Just keep pulling my chain...

keep on with|with this happy horseshit...

l'll make sure|you do need a doctor.

- Ed?|- What, goddamn it?!

I don't think he's faking.

Damn, I was just trying|to have a good meal.

Damn!

And I just thought you had gas.

Oh, sh*t.

- What the hell?|- Get in there.

Move it.

You lucky. Oh, you lucky.

Sit down, Alvin.

Not there.

Oh, yeah. Got reserved seats.

Watching the game?

Big screen.

Hey, look, I apologize...

about that irreverent sh*t|I displayed in the cell.

I was out of line.

I had been lifting weights...

and I just got through doing curls,|so I was real tense.

Hey, Alvin?

I got some good news.

And bad news.|Want to hear the good news?

Yeah, I mean, good news is great.

You're f***ed.|Want to hear the bad news?

I think you just told me the bad news.

Unless you want to tell me|worser news.

You're alone in a room with me.

Yeah, right.

So, what you want?

You and....

You and Jaster were alone|in that cell for eight hours.

All alone.

You must have talked about something.

His bowels.

He was shitting and coughing|and it didn't smell good.

How do you talk to somebody like that?

- It's terrible.|- Alvin.

I do this for a living.

You think I can't see that|you're hiding something?

Okay, everybody out.

Alvin, think about Jaster...

and tell me|where you want the bruises.

You trying to try|some sneaky sh*t, huh?

Gonna fool me with the quiet voice|while you beat on my body.

You can do that,|but you can't beat on my soul.

Do the words "Stokely Carmichael"|mean anything to y'all?

Reverend Malcolm X?|Reverend AI Sharpton?

I see you taking off your Timex.

I ain't telling you sh*t nor|the brothers behind the aquarium.

You can kiss my ass|with your tongue...

and I will take|this information to my grave.

The man said something|about the Bronx Zoo, okay?

Well?

We completed our search|of The World of Darkness.

That would be your bats,|your leopard cats, your mole rats.

We came up empty, sir.

"There's no place like home".

- It's gotta be a building.|- We checked them all.

We checked the monkey house,|the reptile house, the giraffe house.

Even the outhouse.

We scanned the entire grounds|to a depth of 20 feet.

This guy was|a heavy-equipment operator.

Five minutes with a machine,|he could've buried the gold anywhere.

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