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out without a scratch.

Got a name or anything?

Yeah, K-Ro or K-Mart or

K-Rock or something like that.

He was the group's main songwriter.

Somebody writes that sh*t?

Yeah, tell me about it.

Want me to drop you back where I got you?

Yeah, I got backup ready to pick me up.

Just swing me back around to Cherokee.

These heels are killing me.

Just killing me, man.

This is Ruby the psychic,

Ruby the night owl,

waiting for your calls,

your problems, your concerns.

Want to unravel the past?

Ruby can help.

Want to sort out the present?

Ruby can help.

Want to look into the future?

Ruby can do that too.

Just pick up the phone.

Smokey, where have you been?

Busy guy, Ruby!

Got something to share?

Tell me about the future.

I see some financial concerns.

Is that right?

Yep.

Wait a minute.

I'm seeing something

dangerous, maybe painful?

What else is new?

Whatever else is new will have to wait.

We're out of time.

Why do you always call so late?

Night owls, this is Ruby.

Mr. Sartain and I would like

to thank the two of you.

I'm Mr. Sartain's colleague,

Leroy Wasley.

Tell Mr. Sartain the deed's done.

Now, where's our money?

Here you go.

Tell me something.

You think Gavilan can

figure this thing out?

Bennie Macko's not going to let him.

He'll take him down first.

Why would Bennie Macko

believe all this bullshit

you've been feeding him, anyway?

I've known Bennie a long time.

He graduated in the

class right behind mine

at the Academy.

We were rookies together

in the same division.

He's a politically ambitious suit.

He listens to what I tell him.

Patience is not one of my virtues.

Let me explain something to you.

You can kill a street punk like Klepto.

It's no big deal.

These two bangers, they didn't

mean anything to anybody,

but you send them into an open nightclub

and they cap four guys?

That's another mess altogether.

The last time I checked,

I pay you to run my security,

not your mouth.

Let go of me,

you sons of b*tches!

Stella!

Stella!

Stella!

Not a knickknack knit-lock

knock-kneed Knickerbocker sock

off a hodgepodge, moss-blotched,

botched scotch block...

I got more time in the third-floor crapper

than you do on the job, pal.

You can't open my locker

without a search warrant.

I know my rights.

Well, I appreciate a man

who knows his rights.

There you go.

What's going on here, Captain?

This is Lieutenant Bennie Macko,

Internal Affairs.

Joe, you got a right to an attorney.

This is a fully authorized investigation

within the jurisdiction and the purview

of the Charter of the

City of Los Angeles...

Please.

I'll open it.

Go ahead.

I haven't been in there in 10 years.

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