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like we talked about.

Some of those stockings...

- that come up to the thigh.

- Right, nice.

It's been fourteen years,

you know what I mean?

No matter how much you like steak...

sometimes a lamb chop

isn't a bad thing, right?

Exactly.

Son of a b*tch!

- Put your hands on the car!

- Hands on the vehicle, right now!

Oooh, back...

- Stupid, crazy b*tch.

- I'm really sorry.

This is not...

it's not even my car.

- You think this is funny?

- No, sir!

I'm gonna give you something to laugh about.

I'm sorry, officer.

I'm sorry, I don't drink...

There's nothing here.

No license, no registration, No ID...

except for a library card.

Miss Valerie Philips.

In addition to all that,

you are being charged with,

D.U.I. driving on the wrong side

of the road and...

the destruction of police property.

Miss Philips!

Do I have your full attention?

Yeah...

That's it?

Unless there's anything else

you can think of?

- I have to throw up.

- Oh, no, no, no. Get her out of here.

And a cup of coffee too.

We can book her tomorrow.

Let her sleep it off,

for Christ's sake...

Alright, big step. Down you come.

Alright, stretch those legs. Come on, move!

McGee just checked downstairs.

She's from Rome, okay?

And she says to the other...

Excuse me. U.S. Marshall Warren.

We're here with Gennaro Rizzo

on an overnight.

Wait, wait, wait...

hold on a second.

You know, it says here that

you're not expected until tomorrow.

Yeah, well, never expect

the expected, sergeant.

Is that coffee there?

Is that fresh?

- Yes, it is.

- Do you mind?

My treat.

- Appreciate it.

- You know, uh...

Officer Doyle is gonna show you

where the cell blocks are.

Oh, come on.

Home, sweet home.

After you, sir.

I'm going to miss you, Rizzo.

I gonna leave that just there,

just in case you get hungry in the night.

Sleep well.

This'll be a caffeine kinda night, Joe.

Keep your eyes open.

Two...

Three...

Not again.

Hey, Doyle, go check

on the ventilation system, will you?

As in today, please?

- Yeah?

- Yeah, I gotta pee...?

- Unbutton your shirt... Now.

- What?

Who are you?

Go! Come on!

We have a security threat.

Come!

Get inside.

Somebody open the f***ing door!

Look at me, Joe, look at me.

Give me the gun.

Just give it to me, OK. It's good.

- Hold on, hold on.

- I didn't do it.

I didn't do it!.

- Get him out of here.

- I didn't do it!

Call it in. Call it in!

Damn.

Check on the other side.

It's clear here.

I'm outta here.

Agent Ross.

- Where is he?

- He's in the morgue.

Let's go.

This is just how he came in.

It's the same handwriting.

Same drawing, right?

That's him.

I want to see the location, please.

Thank you.

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