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or anything, anymore.

You are retired.

- You can't do that.

- Quiet!

How many people did you kill

when your boy died?

- How many?

- What you know my son?

You know f***ing nothing

about my son.

Tell me.

But it changed nothing.

When I lose my son,

I lose my life.

Everything is important to me,

is gone.

And I want to believe in you,

Cataleya.

Why? I still pray that you find a life,

away from this.

Because no one in our entire family

has a chance for one.

Listen. Never come to the house,

never come to the church.

Don't bother. I don't wanna wait

for your phone call no more.

I don't want you

to break my mother's heart.

Maybe this

will help you to understand...

what I'm trying to tell you.

Oh, poor daddy.

Well, hazel, actually.

Dark hair.

Thick, shiny.

Incredible body.

Killer smile.

- I think about her all day long.

- Dude, you're in love.

You're so smart.

Okay, seriously, and I mean this

from the bottom of my heart,

you're nuts.

I haven't had anyone important

in my life for at least ten years.

I finally find someone

that I really, really like,

that I...

that I wanna be with all the time.

I've got nothing.

I've got a stuffed animal and a picture.

You got a picture?

Give it up.

It's not even really a whole picture.

I took of her while she was sleeping, so...

- Oh, myGod...

- Jesus, relax.

When do I get to meet

the future Mrs. Delanay?

You? Never.

Excuse me, excuse me,

why are you writing a ticket?

- Third Precinct.

- You got that picture?

Hello, skinny face,

lying on my computer.

Oooh, she is beautiful.

Clearly out of your league.

It's not for me, it's for Danny.

Remember, the painter?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Much better match.

It's a perfect match.

How long is this gonna take?

Slow down, tiger. You're my

brother-in-law, not my boss.

And besides,

I'm not supposed to be doing this.

Sorry, sorry.

You are gonna be the fairy godmother

in the most beautiful love story ever.

Okay? Think about it.

You get the honor of saying you were

the one, who made this all happen.

And I get to lose my job

if I get caught.

Brian, it's done.

I'll call you when I got something, okay?

Thank you, babe.

You'll thank me later.

Hey, I want a trace put on

an incoming transmission.

Chicago, third precinct.

Get somebody down there now.

That was such a nice surprise.

- Everyone grows up sometime.

- She's gonna be okay.

Yes, Mama.

I think so.

- Uh... excuse me?

- Come with me, please.

That's my computer! Why is she...

why are you all up on my computer?

- You have the right to remain...

- You better not mess up my favorites!

We have a base, sir...

Let's try size.

Good. Now...

Let's see hands.

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