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No trace.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
...and hang my name on it.
Chucky's testimony don't hold up.
It's okay, Dukie.
...but Clay ain't the kind of guy that rolls.
This is you being a man. Figure it out. Do it.
- Hey. Weston's mine. - I know.
You got no idea who you crawled into bed with.
We'll go home. We'll regroup.
I need you.
I hope you rip each other to shreds.
What do we do, Dad?
I need a little help.
- Check it out. - All right.
I told Edmond to get rid of her but before he could...
Why would you do that?
He took my son. He took my son!
Get rid of him.
They can't break us now
Go figure.
Okay.
- A rat? - Trading senators and AB shot-callers.
The FBI is cutting Zobelle loose.
The girlfriend, Polly Zobelle did.
Welcome to my life, Wayne.
This guy just skates away.
Convince the locals to buy their snacks someplace else.
When it does, our Mexican cohorts will not be compelled to give us assistance.
Let's go.
I'm giving you a chance.
I'll give you some time to slip away.
And the wheels of justice keep turning, don't they?