The Man Page #7

I need you to meet 'em one more time

and set up a buy,

- so I can bust their ass.

- Okay, I am developing a slight phobia

about meeting these guys.

The whole meeting thing, quite frankly,

is getting irritating.

I have to be honest.

Look, I have done everything

you've asked me to do.

Why can't I go?

What does any

of this have to do with me?

Because every time

these guys meet somebody new,

they're on the lookout

for the Man.

And you most certainly

do not look like the Man.

Oh, I don't look

like the Man.

Well, thank you, because

that clears up absolutely nothing.

Who... who is the Man?

The heat, the pig,

the po-po, 5-0,

the undercover agent

that's gonna bust their ass.

You're such a white bread son

of a b*tch, these a**holes trust you.

Well, you know,

people do trust me.

- That's not a compliment, sh*t stain.

- Okay, you know what?

Why do you swear so much?

Do you think it makes you sound tougher

when you just swear

all the time?

- F*** you.

- Okay, that's good. That's really good.

Really classy. You know,

I could go around all day saying,

"F-U. F this

and F that

and F-ing this,

you mother-F-er."

But I don't because there has

to be some civility in the world.

Incidentally, there is a trick

you can use to curb that habit.

Every time you feel like saying

the "F" word, just go ahead and say it,

and then add,

"Crying out loud."

F*** crying out loud.

F*** crying out loud.

F*** crying out loud.

And before you know it, you're saying,

"Oh, for crying out loud."

Let's see here.

- Oh, boy. Well...

- You did make her a promise.

You always break

your promises to her.

You want your daughter growing up

like you, not trusting anybody?

- That's not the point.

- It's exactly the point.

No, it's not.

You promised her you'd be

at her recital tonight.

Something came up.

You know, my little girl's a ballerina too,

and she's exactly your age.

- Really?

- Yeah,

I help her

with her pirouettes all the time.

That's not

what this is about.

This is about

you not wanting to go

- because her stepdad's gonna be there.

- Oh.

Is he dancing tonight, too?

And with the right

feet positioning...

there you go,

okay. Well!

Yeah, that's good.

Daddy, can Andy come

with you tonight?

Um...

Look, honey...

Daddy can't come tonight.

I'm sorry.

But I promise I will be there

next time. I swear.

I'm gonna make it up to you.

Oh, f***...

crying out loud.

Hold on.

Look, Daddy's

gotta go, okay?

Go ahead.

Goodbye.

It was very nice

meeting you, Kate.

- You too.

- So what you got?

- The owner of that phone?

- Yeah.

- It's Cortez. Manny Cortez.

- Who?

- Katie.

- Thanks.

Come inside,

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