The Heat Page #3

I don't know what you're talking about.

I just stand on this corner...

...and do my sodukas, okay?

Oh, is that right? First of

all, it's sudoku, dumb-ass.

And you want to tell me that

you're just here coincidentally?

Right in the middle

of all the prostitutes?

Lady, why are you

so obsessed with me?

You should be ashamed,

trying to break down a successful

black man. You racist?

Don't play that race

bullshit card with me!

Nine out of ten guys

I f*** are black guys!

Lady, what you need to do is go down

the road, take a vacation, okay?

And go get your groove back.

Lady, just relax. Chill. Okay?

What is that?

Take off.

That's what I thought.

I'm not

a part of this!

Shut up! Shut up!

Oh, my God!

Oh, it's on.

She's crazy!

Come on, please let me out. I

get really carsick.

Oh, no, that's terrible!

I got him now.

I got him!

You are a meth head!

Oh, my God!

Hey, look who's here!

Yeah, you better run!

Oh, sh*t.

I got him! I got him!

You piece of sh*t, I said stop!

I said stop!

I said stop!

You're crushing my balls!

I hope they f***ing rupture!

Lady, get the f*** off me! What

the hell is wrong with you?

Bella, I'm sorry!

Let me go! Hold still,

you piece of sh*t!

My leg, lady! Let me go!

What is wrong with you?

I'll tell you what's the matter with me!

It's you, piece of sh*t!

Son of a b*tch!

Stop moving!

Leave me alone!

Get off me! Get off me!

Sh*t. OW!

Yeah.

What the hell did

you throw at me?

A watermelon.

A watermelon?

Aw, hell, no! See, I told

you you was a racist.

I tried to hit you with my car.

What's that make me?

Let's see what you got in...

Oh, look at this!

Look at this.

Not even my birthday.

Hey, you planted

that sh*t on me!

Yeah, I planted it.

I'm innocent!

Shut up before I feed you watermelon.

Get up!

Levy?

Federal Agent Sarah Ashburn

from the New York field office.

Hi, how are you?

I need all your files on all

known drug dealers of the area.

Right. We heard

you were coming.

Actually, I was expecting it.

I'll show you to your desk.

Not necessary.

I won't be here long.

I can carry these.

Thank you.

Whoa! Hey! Ashburn!

Oh!

Oh, God!

You okay?

What is it?

Low-end dealer just brought

into the East Boston precinct.

Name's Terrell Rojas.

Oh. Oh, okay.

Good. Thank you very much.

Good luck out there.

It's not about luck, pal.

Not about luck.

Wow.

That was almost cool.

Almost.

Come on, come on.

Ain't gonna f***ing park today?

All right.

Here we go. Finally.

I'm moving in there!

No, don't...

Hey, hey!

No, get back in your car!

Hey, a**hole!

Goddamn it!

FBI.

Hey, you need to sign in.

Captain Woods?

Captain Woods?

Christ.

I'm sorry?

Uh... How can I help you?

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