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is entirely true to the best of your knowledge?
Who you got to do it the other way? Them?
I tried. Rawls hates his guts.
I don't know, Uncle Frank.
Lose a few more clean cans, deliver them there.
but he can. So, if you will...
But on a good case, he's running in front of the pack.
And we're on him.
-Makes them feel safer. -How do they bring them in? The lobby?
-So you switched the can. -I ran a test.
You don't tell because your ma and my ma are sisters.
-I got no eyes at the port. -Kima?
I can't keep up with him.
through the DNR at our warehouse, we got nothing.
Our man Horseface on it?
-Where is he? -You can talk to me, Frank.
-First name? -First name: Francis.
But that's your fucking job, right? You get paid a salary for that.
He's a train wreck unless he catches a real case.
What's he waiting on?
You, you're the legend of the docks.
-I've been flagged. -Flagged?
He left me.
even before I mail the check in.
When I agreed to take these murders for you, I made my terms clear, remember?
That's as close as the man comes to being right.
are working as a cathouse with those Russian girls.
10% goes to me and I don't tell.
Separate your ass.
Please enter your code now.
I don't have any more information on that now.
You two got a reason to be here?
All right, we're up.
See that you do.
When I said "anything," I meant I'd let you have a kiss...
Told you, B.
I'm out. You have the eyeball.
To tell you the truth, I'm glad I don't have to make those kind of choices.
Just show up once in a while, let them know you're alive.
from a drug meet along the Fayette Street strip...
I'm not so sure.
Christ, Lou, you don't gotta go to all the meetings.
Are you willing to affirm that the information offered in this affidavit...
-You don't understand-- -I understand completely.
Fucking Ziggy.
-7 a.m.? -Man, what the fuck do you think?
he's a picture postcard of a drunken, self-destructive fuck-up.
We dying 'cause these dusty-ass fiends done found the real someplace else.
Tumbleweeds be blowing through this motherfucker.