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I ain't even seen shit like this since I don't know when.

I'm working my regular eight. I can handle it, you know?

-How's our package? -How's it look? Shit is good.

It's for my people.

Didn't say what that might be?

If that is the case, then I have to insist that you leave.

My mom's puke-yellow Chevy.

Let some bushwacking fiend back-shoot his ass.

Except for fretting on you, I'm good.

All right, cottage-cheese, chest-ass motherfucker.

They sure do stir up the shit, them Greeks do.

We're gonna go back and start typing that warrant tomorrow morning.

I mean, shit, if you're gonna run, you might as well come out and say so.

Good digs, people...

The police have him now.

Right up the fucking ass, Lieutenant.

Remember when he forged that Age of Majority card?

We're agreeing to take on the whole case, Lieutenant.

They're saying he shot two of the Greeks.

The game now is that we gotta sell more of this good shit than they do.

Maybe call my folks, like I did tonight.

And ends up in a computer at a wireless provider.

But that's not gonna mess you up, though, right?

Motherfucking Eastside need to get their asses...

-Standing by. -We got our man.

Valchek gave him immunity, and he just put Valchek on his ass.

Good day to you, sir.

Back off to what?

where three or four cars stopped at the same time for more than five minutes.

Let me get this into the computer for the boys overseas.

If it keeps going like this, I don't know what I'm gonna do.

What if you knew where the call was made? I mean, exactly where it was made.

See what leads that might generate.

And one of the kids that works down the store on the avenue with him.

When you use a cell phone and press "send," where does the call go to?