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moment. Can I call you back?

Yeah.

You know, look into the two

psycho-on-stranger cases,

see if anything correlates

or anything connects.

- Hello?

- Hey.

You okay?

No.

There are

paparazzi on my lawn,

so I guess that entitles me

to half off on Us Weekly.

I've been trying

to call you.

I had my phone off.

You talk to Stephen yet?

No.

They want me to come down

for a press conference.

Well, you know if you don't, they're

gonna toss him on the bonfire.

You know,

I'm not that hurt.

I'm not even that surprised.

It's just so humiliating,

you know.

Tell me you

didn't know about her.

I didn't.

I did not know

about her, okay?

I'll take the train down.

Will you buy me

a drink after?

Of course. Hey, just call him, all right?

Just call Stephen.

Thanks.

Deshaun Stagg.

Be nice if they could

spell his name right.

No one's even come

to get his stuff yet.

It's appalling.

Never happen

to a white man.

Skip it.

I'm not in the mood.

What, no love,

no politics?

What are we gonna talk about?

We're not.

You gotta get out of here

before we both

get into trouble.

They're saying it was only

one shooter. What do you think?

No idea.

What about drugs?

It's a good bet.

Come on, Cal,

leave that sh*t alone.

Close your eyes. I'm just

checking out his cell phone.

Watch, this will be

the moment they decide

to come and pick

all this sh*t up.

Then what are you gonna do?

Write some articles,

get me my job back?

You know I will.

Cal?

Cal, for Christ's sakes, what

do I tell Jack if he walks in?

Nothing, 'cause I'm done.

I'll give you a hug

next time, all right?

Bye.

Buy me a soda?

Not diet.

Thanks.

Yo, yo, if you want to leave

a message for Kippy,

make sure you leave

your number, all right?

That way I can call you back.

Later for you.

We're sorry. Your call cannot be...

Yo, who this?

It's me, man. Who that?

Me who? B*tch, you the one

got your number blocked!

Don't be fronting me, man.

It's Deshaun. Come on.

No.

Where you at?

Who the hell gave

you my number, fool?

I was just talking to Kippy.

Skippy?

Kippy, man.

This sh*t ain't funny, trick.

Hi. You've reached

Sonia Baker.

I can't take

your call right now,

but if you leave

your name, number,

and the time you called, I'll be

sure to get back to you. Thanks.

Hi. You've reached

Sonia Baker.

I can't take

your call right now,

but if you leave

your name, number,

and the time you called, I'll be

sure to get back to you. Thanks.

Excuse me.

Sonia Baker.

We got any kind of

drug angle on her?

She ever arrested or rehabbed

or anything like that?

Who's asking?

Me.

You're not on the story.

I gave you

the Metro tapes idea, right?

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