Heart Condition

These are gonna be great.

Can you imagine if your wife

ever found these?

Crys, come on.

Put down the camera.

This is such good sh*t.

Come on, b*tch.

Crys, come on.

Let me take the pictures.

I'm gonna fill up

the whole scrapbook.

Peisha, this is

the most fun.

Peisha.

Oh, sh*t.

F***.

Crys.

Ow! F***!

Crys. Crys.

What's wrong with him?

Sh*t.

What's wrong, Crys?

What happened?

Jesus Christ.

Take the girls to the club.

I got to call his people.

Can't believe I voted

for this a**hole.

It's not about

winning ball games.

It's about emotion.

You know what that is?

Emotion?

The Lakers are not

the Lakers without Rambis.

He was the spark,

the inspiration.

He was white.

I didn't say that.

But did it ever occur to you

that's why they let him go?

Rambis left on his own.

Is that a brew in that bag?

- On his own?

- Yeah, on his own.

- Read the paper.

- Oh, come on!

Christ, Moony, we're on duty.

And that sh*t you're eating...

...is sixty percent grease.

- He got one.

- Dillnick?

I don't believe it.

Miss? Excuse me, miss?

You talking to me, Elvis?

Oh, sh*t.

What kind of action

you looking for?

Well, I was kind of hoping

you could tell me.

Translation, he doesn't know.

Now, she's gonna stick her

balloons through the window.

Magic fingers are 20.

Fifty puts the pig

in the blanket.

You want something oral,

see your dentist.

Did you see what he was

wearing tonight?

He wasn't wearing that

striped thing, was he?

So, what? Looking for

something kinky?

Wanna hear

the chef's special?

No, I'm sure whatever

you do will be fine.

Hope you have lots of raincoats

cause I don't ride

bareback anymore.

We're meeting him at the Bowl?

Yeah, sounds like

we better hurry.

O - oh. Nice jacket.

Seersucker makes me hot.

Just relax. Just let me

take control.

You'll love it, believe me.

Stone.

C'mon, Moon, forget him.

We gotta meet Dill.

Moon, leave him alone.

Ah, Jesus.

Promotions are next week.

He's speeding.

Being a cop's like

being a pitcher, Harry.

To hit the strikes,

you've got to...

...risk your balls.

For what, Moon?

What is this?

This is initiative,

I'm showing initiative.

No, this is harassment.

There's something perverse

about you and Stone.

- Perverse?

- Yeah, perverse.

It wasn't his fault

she left you.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Bullshit!

Hollywood, this is 71.

Dillnick's making

a Redi-Whip delivery

to the parking

lot at the Bowl.

Can somebody take her

off his hands? Thanks.

Tell them to take their time.

Phil, get the champagne.

Have a staff member find

his body in the morning.

Police can notify his wife.

Washington wants full

damage control. Understand?

Sure you can handle

these girls?

It's my business.

It's your business

if you don't.

Graham.

This is out of

our league, Jack.

It's also out of

our jurisdiction.

Come on, we're in

Beverly Hills. Nice suit.

It's okay, it's okay.

He's just picking up her

and her girlfriend.

He's their lawyer.

They don't look safe to drive.

Get f***ed, pal.

- Getting strange.

- Lighten up, okay.

- Be cool, now.

- What? I didn't say anything.

Ah.

- Stone!

- Somebody's calling you.

Stone!

What?! What, what, what?

- Zara, come on!

- What the hell are you doing?

- You out of your mind?

- Move over! I'm gonna drive.

- She couldn't handle herself.

- You said you were gonna quit.

I want a promotion, Moon,

not a goddamn suspension.

- He's running, Harry.

- Well, you shot at him!

He's dirty.

I know he's dirty!

I'm finally gonna nail

his black ass to the wall.

If you have any drugs

in your purse

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