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what the f*** is going on.

Jealous of Bobby?

Bobby is a f***ing coward.

- Bobby's not a coward.

- Oh, he's not?

Okay.

Chicken sh*t.

Let me tell you how

that Robertson case really went down.

My gun has to cool 'cause I blasted

that freak in Pacoima last month, right?

And it's due time Bobby gets tested.

So we're out there.

We're in this alley. We're waiting.

Robertson comes running out,

almost smacks into Bobby.

So there they are, eyeballing each other

with their sh*t hanging out.

Robertson says, "Boo."

Bobby drops his gun

and Mandingo goes track star.

Sally, Bobby dropped his f***ing gun,

okay?

- I don't want to hear this.

- No. Listen, listen. 'Cause this is good.

So I reach down, I pick up Bobby's gun

I go, "Hey! Yo, G-dog!" Or "GQ"

or whatever the f*** his name is.

He turns around and boom!

I split this guy's eyeballs.

Lucky shot, I admit it.

Point is,

I let Bobby take the trigger-man slot

to save his ass

from big-time embarrassment, okay?

How you like that for cute? F***!

F***ing goulash, huh? Oh, boy.

And you wonder why I drink.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh, yeah.

Is that all you got?

Yeah, for now. For the moment, yeah.

Man, you sure you're a cop?

Just call me Sarge. But no last name.

Yeah, we've known each other,

what, for three weeks without last names?

I'm afraid if you tell me

you're gonna, like...

- What? I'll turn into a pumpkin?

- Yeah, something like that.

- Want to know my last name?

- No.

No. I don't want to know your last name.

Or your division, or your partner.

I don't know. I kind of like it like this,

you know?

Nothing too serious, yet.

What just happened

was pretty serious to me.

- Ready to go again? Hmm?

- Whatever you say, Sarge.

That's what I'm talking about.

Money.

- Niggas went...

Orchard! Sidwell!

Did you hear that?

- Yo, what's up?

Orchard! Sidwell! Open up!

I know you're in there. Orchard! Sidwell!

Where's the safe?

Dump that sh*t! Where's the money?

Give me all the money now,

or I'll put you back in your cages.

- Is this it?

- Hell, yeah.

Yo, what about our half?

Keeping your half. I'm keeping your half

because you couldn't control yourselves.

Why did you dumb fucks

kill those people?

What the f*** do you think?

We going to let people walk in the store

and walk out after they've seen us?

I don't give a f***.

You live and breath and walk the streets

because of me and me alone.

You know that, don't you?

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

Your whore is dead. Dump her, too.

Get off your asses.

I'm putting you on a fresh-blood case.

There was a quadruple homicide

in Jefferson yesterday.

- Two coloreds f***ed up a robbery.

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