Narc Page #4

A cat named Jimmy Fredricks.

Does he live around here?

No.

You sure?

No, this is not your neighborhood?

- No.

- Haven't seen him.

I ain't got sh*t to say to you.

I want to ask some questions.

F*** this, man.

Oh! You know a guy

named Jimmy Fredricks?

Jimmy Fredricks!

Jimmy Fredricks!

Are you high right now?

Nah, man.

Are you sure?

Because you look f***in' spun to me.

I'm looking for a cat

named Jimmy Fredricks.

Is it relative to the case?

Hey!

Yeah? You work around here?

Come on, give me a break.

Hey! What the f***

you running for?!

A cop got killed here about, uh...

Never too cold for p*ssy, is it?

You stay right there.

You stay right there!

A guy named Calvess, yeah.

Went by his street name,

Jimmy Fredricks.

I never knew a Fredricks or a Calvess.

Fredricks sound more familiar though.

Now, he didn't go by

nothing else, right?

That I can't tell you.

Nobody knows Calvess.

Nobody knows Calvess as Fredricks.

Nobody's seen his f***ing picture.

Calvess, Fredricks, maybe

he didn't go by either one.

I'll holler at some niggas,

though, see where it fall out.

My name is Tellis.

What I'm sayin' is, I work and stuff.

Okay, no, that's cool.

What're you talking about, man?

I'll do whatever I want.

Everyone's out of town.

So I heard that.

Help! Help!

This guy's pretending

to be a cop, man!

He denies it, he grabs the aerosol can

and then some matches

and lights her head up.

That's her screaming.

So he mentions this Jimmy Fredricks,

and Cheevers told us to

route this through you.

And what's he saying?

Guy claims he's the snitch for him.

Says he'll trade what he has to say

for some type of sentence reduction.

Oh, we can't do that.

We're not going to do that.

Well, we got him cuffed up there,

but he's got no pants on.

I tried to get a pair on him, but...

this guy's f***ing berserk.

All right.

What's her name?

Louisa Nuez.

What?

Louisa Nuez. It's all

we could get out of her.

They married?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't kick.

F***in' a**hole! Look what

he f***in' did to me!

Shut up!

Shut that dumb f***ing b*tch up!

Let go of me!

Let the f*** go!

Right there to the left.

Have fun.

Seor Itchy Cock.

What you saying, man, what that?

Looks like you got yourself

a bad situation, here, uh...

what's your name? Octavio?

Octavio?

That's it?

Going firebug on your old lady's wig?

What's all this f***ing drug stuff?

Yo, man, did you see what

she did to my f***ing jimmy?

What that puta b*tch did to my sh*t?

She out there tossing her

nasty snatch on the curb.

She come back here poison p*ssy.

Now, I can't hardly even walk around.

I can't have no fabrics on, nothing.

Look at it, check it out.

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