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Youâre really going to town with the moisturizer there, buddy.
I donât follow.
Iâm-Iâm just talking about, you know,
an activity... with your penis.
What does moisturizer have to do with masturbation anyways?
Seriously?
As a teenaged Tolbeck, you never had a little...
moisturizer in the nightstand?
- No. Never. - Never?
Mm-mm.
Hmm. Well,
my dad used to have moisturizer on his nightstand,
and, uh, it was just because he had dry skin.
Mm, I donât think thatâs why.
Yes, it is, and itâs hereditary.
Yeah, it is hereditary. He was a masturbator,
like-like his father before him, like his son after.
You know something, Cullen?
You have not been very nice lately.
And actually, I keep a journal.
Every day, when I go home from work, I write in my journal,
and the past four days, you know what Iâve written?
"Cullen wasnât very nice to me today."
Thatâs really weird,
âcause in my journal, Iâve been writing,
"I was really nice at work to Tolbeck today."
- Wow, you keep a journal, too? - No, Iâm joking.
Because journals are for tweens and serial killers.
"Cullen wasnât very nice to me today,
again."
You know, youâre right.
Youâre right. Iâve been kind of a jerk.
I, uh, talked about splitting up
and finding new partners, and
I shouldnât have said all that stuff to you.
Iâm sorry about that.
Itâs okay. I knew you werenât serious.
No, I was serious about it, but I think all the stuff about
Fatima, you know, not kind of working out
and me feeling professionally stagnated,
uh, I took that out on you.
Itâs not your fault, and Iâm sorry, okay?
Thatâs what Iâm trying to say. Iâm sorry.
Iâm... Iâm sorry.
So... what? You donât want a new partner?
Look, if Agent Haldeman called me and was like,
"Hey, buddy, Iâve been reading your reports,
"and, uh, I think I like the cut of your jib,
and you and I could form a special task force where..."
Okay. Let me, let me stop you right there, okay, Cullen?
I can accept Agent Haldeman being your fantasy partner
or whatever, but, like, when you say it out loud,
it doesnât make me feel all warm and fuzzy.
I know.
Iâm sorry. I wonât do it again.
I value you.
- Okay? - Hey, you know what?
You look a little dry there.
How about a little bit? There you go.
No. Wait. Stay here.
You got to get it in good.
There we go.
Well, you have more hair on your hand than I expected.
♪ Taking a dry hand and making it moist ♪
♪ Taking a dry hand and making it moist. ♪
- Thatâs enough. - What?
Maybe it was the song, but thatâs enough. For now?
Okay, I wonât sing the song. Come on, give it back.
Okay.
Iâm thinking of the words now.
♪ And moist ♪
♪ Taking a dry hand and making it moist ♪
Mm-hmm.
♪ Taking a dry hand and making it moist ♪
Okay.
Synced and corrected by louvette www.addic7ed.com
DEA is about to take full control
of this warehouse surveillance.
Uh, they probably want to see that body pulled
from the Otay Mesa Reservoir a few miles away.
Copy that.
Have they identified that body yet?
Not yet. We should know later today.
So, this is it?
Youâre just gonna...
sulk and give me the cold shoulder?
You wanted me to kill him.
No, I fucking didnât, Marco!
Yes, you did.
You looked right at me, and you said,
"Marco, please kill him. Please."
I said, "Marco, heâs killing me."
Thereâs a big fucking difference there.
Oh, that is such bullshit.
You looked right into my eyes,
and you said something about killing, and I said, "Really?"
- Then you said, "Yeah," and you nodded. - No, no, no, no, no, no.
Yeah, I said, "Heâs killing me." Then I nodded.
- You nodded. - Sure.
I looked away. Same.
My head mightâve moved, but I didnât give you a nod.
Which is a nod. Thatâs a nod. Nod.
- No, itâs a turn. - Oh, Angus...
Thatâs fucking different than a nod.
Do you know how much effort it took for me to kill that guy?
It is hard to kill someone that size.
He is very strong, he was surprisingly agile.
- Iâm so sorry, man. - He bit me.
He bit me. He broke the skin.
Yeah, because you were trying to fucking kill him!
- Yes, I was trying to kill him! - I would bite you, too!
For you! For you!
So, the other day, I was sitting
by the pier with my friend. We were just hanging out.
And thereâs one of these, like,
annoying drones nearby. Stupid.
So, we start talking about how annoying
and stupid and useless they are.
So, cut to... the next day.
- Okay. - Iâm walking in the park.
Mm-hmm.
And this hits me in the head.
This... hits me in the head.
Out of nowhere.
My phone was listening to me talk about drones,
- and then this drone hit me in the head. - Okay.
Well, thatâs a terrific story.
Iâd say, A] You need some action verbs,
and B] Itâs just a coincidence.
No, no, no, itâs not a coincidence.
It was listening.
Your phone was listening?
Yeah, theyâre always listening. Yeah, let me show you.
- This-this footage is... - Hey, do you have that app
where you can put bunny ears on yourself?
- I think itâs really funny. - No, wa-watch, watch.
Watch, watch, okay?
This is from the drone.
- I took the footage from the drone. - All right.
See? Now it looks, searching for something.
Right? Itâs like a target, and then...
No, no, wait.
- No, youâre missing the point. - Give me that.
No.
You got to send me this.
You got to send...
No, no, no, itâs great that youâre back.
You were just so excited about
joining that big fancy tunnel.
So-so what was the problem again?
I donât know.
It just didnât feel right to me.
- Yeah, sure. Sure. - Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.
The super tunnel was too... too flashy.
There was no soul; they were just churning out the work.
- Nobody cared. - Right.
But I thought thatâs what you wanted, though.
You know, the super drug tunnel.
You know, it was good for your narrative.
I thought thatâs what I understood.
Yeah, I thought that.
And maybe itâs good for me in the short-term,
but as a comedian, I have to think about
- the long-term goal, you see? - Yeah.
- The tunnel was too broad. - Like, literally broad?
- Like, it was, it was too wide? - Yeah.
This is the shit I want to be known for.
All right. Letâs... letâs get to it, huh?
Go ahead. I have a migraine.
Welcome back.
You donât get it, man.
You donât get it. He was my stepdad.
- All right? - He was a piece of shit.
- He wasnât a piece of shit. - He was barely your stepdad.
He was a little annoying.
But he said, he said heâd take a bullet for me.
Okay?
Yeah, right.
- Yeah, right what? He said that. - A guy like that.
A guy youâve known five minutes says
heâd take a bullet for you? Right.
You think he meant it?
How does that even come up?
How does that even come up, Angus?!
No oneâs ever said that to me before.
Iâm sorry it affected me.
Iâm sorry, uh... you know...
Okay, so Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry that I-I killed the guy
that you knew for five minutes,
who said heâd take a bullet for you.
And that that meant something to you.
And meanwhile, Iâve known you for fucking years, and what?
You want me to say it? Is that what you want?
- Is that what youâre asking? Iâll say it. - No. No.
- I-I donât want you to say it. - If you need to hear those words,
if those words are comfort to you, Iâll say those words.
I donât want you to say it, man.
Fine.
I would take a bullet for you.
Thanks, man.
Hang on.
Actually, I did take a bullet for you.
When did you take a bullet for me?
- The ear? - Yeah.
I did, in practice, that which he said he would do.
I doubt your ear even stopped the bullet.
Had I been standing behind you, I wouldâve been hit.
Forget it. This is stupid. You know what, youâre right.
I-Iâm sorry. This is all my bad.
- I-I shouldnât have killed your stepfather. - Yeah.
- No. - Yeah. Donât worry about it.
Why donât you write his suicide note to your mom?
Thatâs-thatâs probably the most important thing.
- Who cares? Yeah. Great. - Okay, yeah, thatâs-thatâs what Iâll do,
because I have to do that now, because you fucking killed him.
And Iâll just sit here and think about how his eyes
popped out of his head as I was strangling him.
And his last words were, "Fuck Angus."
Oh, no.
What? What? What? What?
Whatâs happened? You okay?
I did something bad.
Really, really bad.
Okay.
Okay, itâs all right. Hey, Tolbeck, look at me.
Okay? Whatever youâve done, okay, Iâm your partner.
We can get through this together, all right?
Itâs about Kyle.
- Kyle? - Yeah.
Okay. Iâve hated Kyle ever since you told me
about this bullshit open marriage situation.
All right?
Just tell me. Whatâs happened?
Well, yesterday when I went home,
um, I got to the house, and I walk in,
and I see Kyle in the kitchen standing over the kitchen sink.
Right. And heâs drinking coconut water.
- Uh-huh. - My coconut water.
- Right. Yeah. - Right out of the carton.
Heâs sweaty, like heâd just done some kind of athletic thing.
Standing there in his, like, T-shirt
- with no underpants on. - Shirt-dicking.
- What? - Thatâs called shirt-dicking.
- T-shirt, no pants. Thatâs shirt-dicking. - Okay.
- Well, he was shirt-dicking in my kitchen. - Right.
And, so heâs all sweaty, and, you know,
heâs got the coconut water all over his beard.
And then he... he looks at me,
- and I look at him. - Hmm.
And we stare at each other for a second.
And then he goes, "Hey, man, whatâs up?"
- Oh, no, he didnât. - Yeah.
And then he walks past me right into the bedroom.
So, I walk towards the bedroom and I say,
"No, Iâm gonna sit down, and Iâm gonna chill.
Iâm gonna watch a little TV."
- So I go into the den... - Mm.
and thereâs Dennis.
Dennis?
Yeah, Kyleâs dog.
This big Irish wolfhound.
- Molting all over my couch. - Right.
And Iâm like, "Thatâs it."
- Yeah. - So I-I take Dennis.
- Yeah. - I open the door.
- Right. - Push him out.
Right.
And I gave him a little kick.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Thatâs it?
Yeah.
Thatâs it? Jesus Christ, Tolbeck,
I thought youâd fucking killed Kyle or something.
Who gives a fuck if you kick the dog out?
Thereâs more.
Oh, there is more? Okay. Oh, okay. Go.
- I just got a text from Kyle. - Right.
Dennis is missing.
And that is it, is it? Thatâs it.
- Thatâs it. - Oh, fuck me. Tolbeck.
I mean, what have I become?
A dog kicker? Thatâs not me.
Kyle is fucking your wife, Tolbeck.
Do you understand? He is having
penetrative sex with Lisa. Okay?
So if youâd killed both of them, I wouldâve thought, "Yeah.
"Thatâs fair. Heâs killed them both.
Letâs get rid of them somewhere around here."
Anyways, can you help me find Dennis
- when our shift is over? - No.
- Please. - No.
Absolutely not.
As your friend... as maybe your best friend...
I am not gonna help you find fucking Dennis.
And bear in mind, I was ready to help you bury two bodies.
Why are you so angry?
âCause one of us has to be angry!
Okay? One of us has to be angry, Tolbeck.
Itâs... This is appropriate anger.
This is an appropriate response to that situation.
Okay? And, yeah, I will help you find Dennis.
And when we find him, Iâm gonna kick him in the head.
Yeah. Iâm gonna kick him in the fucking head.
Till heâs dead.
"Roberto had another fanciful thought.
"He had a powerful imagination,
"and it often provided him with whimsical escapes
"from dreary tunnel life.
"His muscles bulged with expectation.
"Ostensibly, this tunnel
"was his path to fame and fortune.
"But, perhaps even more ostensibly,
it was merely a tunnel."
Chapter 48.
Thoughts?
If I may?
- Please. - Yeah.
Okay, for example, this, uh, this word, um...
"osense-osensibly."
- "Ose-Os..." - Ostensibly.
Oh, thatâs the one.
- Yeah. - Man, you use that word a lot.
- Itâs my favorite English word. - I could tell.
I could tell. But is it too much?
Do you use it too much?
- Mm. Mm. - No?
Itâs a cool-sounding word.
Sure, but what does it mean?
- What does that word mean? - It means
something could be something,
or something could not be something.
You could basically say that about everything.
Or anything in the world, really.
Ostensibly.
Turns out John Doe was Adrian Colbert, 52 years old.
I recovered some receipts from him.
Seems our boy liked tacos.
Okay.
How this?
"Dear Vanessa, I know this looks bad,
"but honestly itâs the best result for you.
"So donât be sad.
"Live your life.
"Just stop having boyfriends for a while.
"Your son is awesome,
"and maybe heâs the only man you need in your life. Anyway...
Sincerely, Adrian."
Yeah, no, I think thereâs, uh...
- Be honest. - Thereâs some good stuff in there,
for sure, but...
I donât know, maybe in a little while,
take a look at it with some fresh eyes
and maybe take another pass at it.
Yeah, this is, uh, a first draft.
Yeah, I donât know.
Iâm supposed to air this out.
Oh, shit.
What was that?
Hey. Hey, Angus.
How-Howâs this look?
- It looks, it looks pretty good. - Yeah?
- Okay, âcause you jumped up... - I mean, itâs a little bit bigger
- than your other ear. - You jumped up right when you...
And now youâre going over here.
Which makes me think maybe you donât want to look at it.
Youâre not even really looking at it. Does it...?
- I looked at it, man. - Angus, does it look...
- Does the ear look normal? - Yeah. Yeah.
Does it look like this one?
I mean, yeah, if you look closely.
I mean, itâs... Like I said, itâs a little bit b-bigger.
- And itâs obviously. I donât know, if itâs - Itâs bigger?
- just infected or something, but... - What do you mean, itâs bigger?
- it seems like itâs... - Oh, shit.
Youâre right, itâs bigger. Itâs, like...
itâs, like, bigger.
Oh, goddamn it, this guy really fucked me.
What, the surgeon?
I couldnât exactly go to a doctor and have this done.
Thereâd be a lot of questions, you know?
So I went down to Tijuana to do it.
I knew I shouldâve just spent a little bit more money on this.
This was so stupid.
But I love a bargain, you know?
- Yeah, I know. - And he was like, "Come down.
"We wonât even use anesthetic.
Weâll just get drunk at the bar." Which we did.
And then went back to the clinic.
Open up a fridge, and the kidâs got, like...
drawer full of ears, you know?
- A drawer full of ears? - Yeah.
They got a drawer full of fingers,
drawer full of nipples,
drawer full of ears. They got everything.
- You know when you... - A drawer full of ears, fingers, nipples?
Different drawers.
I donât think you can mix them.
- So, this box full of, uh, ears... - Yeah.
You looked in there,
and they were all definitely human ears?
What the fuck does that mean?
Uh, it looks...
Be honest. Be honest with me.
Iâm trying to be honest. If you let me speak...
- Be honest with me! - It looks a little like a pig ear.
- What?! - Yeah.
What do you mean, it looks like a pigâs ear?
Uh, I-I mean...
- No. - It looks like an ear
- that would be attached to a pig. - Is it pointy? Is it... Wait.
Yeah. I mean, Iâm sorry
to br-break this to you, man, but...
Are you telling me this looks
like a fucking pigâs ear on my head?
You could get another one
and become Pig Ear Marco.
- Your advice is get a second pig ear? - Come up behind someone...
You know what? Youâre a fucking dick.
Youâre a dick, and your suicide note was shit.
Your mom is grieving,
and youâre writing her a fucking love letter?
All about how awesome you are
and how she doesnât need any more boyfriends
- âcause sheâs got her son? - That was one sentence, man.
Like, read into that, man. That was your first pass?
It was a pass at your mom.
Fuck you!
Look, Iâm sorry about before.
I didnât mean to get so worked up. I just...
Lisa wants to have an open marriage, okay?
How about we make it really open?
You know what I mean? For all parties involved.
I donât know.
Kyleâs a one-woman man, so...
No, no, no, I mean... Iâm talking about you.
- You should see other pe... You should... - Oh.
Why are you so obsessed with Kyle?
Kyle is very talented.
Heâs actually building his own yurt.
Nobody cares about a yurt.
What is a fucking yurt? Itâs a bullshit structure, okay?
Hero cop is the thing that women want.
Hero cop, okay?
- Okay. - And when we make this drug bust,
- Yeah. - we may even get a medal.
- No way. - Yeah, a medal.
A big shiny medal.
Iâve never gotten a medal before.
Well, you better get ready to get one.
âCause itâs gonna match your big, shiny dick.
What?
And when that happens, a dozen Kyles
wonât stack up to you. You know why?
- Why? - âCause youâre the cop.
- Youâre the hero cop. - Stop it.
- Okay? You know what lâm talking about? - Right.
Do you know what Iâm talking about?
- I do. Stop tickling me. - Okay.
Youâre-youâre the big dog.
Youâre the big dog here, okay, on this hunt, all right?
- All right. All right. - And thereâs no dog
- in San Diego as big as this dog. - Okay.
So let me hear you bark, dog.
Arf.
Let me hear you bark, dog.
- Arf! Arf! - No. No.
Release the belly. Let me hear you bark.
- Woof! Woof! - Thatâs what Iâm talking about.
- Woof! Woof! Woof! - Yeah.
Car 27, please report.
Car 27.
Car 27, no activity.
Copy that.
Hey, um, Janice?
Iâve been meaning to talk to you about this actually, um...
Well, I donât think Iâm gonna be here much longer.
Itâs just...
I, uh, well, I got offered a spot
in, um, over in 911.
And, um,
I only just found out today, actually,
but Iâm-Iâm gonna take it.
- And just... - Youâre leaving dispatch?
Yeah. I think itâs gonna be more...
um, you know, more...
More what?
Uh, more exciting.
Oh. Well, Iâm sorry
that being a major part of a huge drug bust
isnât exciting enough for you.
Well, thatâs the thing. It sounds exciting,
but nothing ever happens.
Actually, thatâs not true.
On the first night, Tolbeck shot someone, and I thought, "Great.
- "This is gonna be fun, you know. - Uh-huh.
Stuff like this is gonna happen all the time."
But we just s-sit here.
And nothing happens, night after night.
Hereâs some advice, and Iâm not even gonna charge you for it:
Youâre making a huge mistake, all right?
I know. I worked in 911.
Youâre making a mistake.
- Itâs not personal. - Mm.
If it wasnât personal, I wouldnât be feeling
all hot and bothered, and full of anger.
Sure.
What, youâre leaving now?
Um... yeah.
This is the notice you give me? Youâre leaving now?
Um, I know. I-I...
Tony said I should, you know, get acquainted...
Tony. Mm-hmm.
...while itâs slow here, âcause, you know,
itâs always slow, and...
All right. Well, good luck to you.
Really, thank you for everything.
Yeah.
Iâm gonna miss this.
Yeah.
Yeah. Uh...
Um...
Hey, Iâll come back and visit all the time.
Yeah. All right. Um...
Bye, Janice.
- Welcome to 911. - Thanks. Thanks, John.
Hey, Janice.
Thereâs no
waving or talking between 911 and dispatch.
Itâs the ultimate Bing Bong.
So... Bing Bong.
Good-bye. Forever.
So, you want a cup of tea?
- Okay, should be nice. - Yeah. Okay.
No. Iâll get it.
No, no, itâs fine.
Oh, my... What?
What? What? You can st... You can stand?
Sure. Yeah, just... ooh.
- On a good day. - Mm.
Ouch.
Janice?
Bing Bong.
This case just got real, guys.
DEA is setting up the pieces.
Not long till we pull the trigger.
- Woof, woof, woof! - Thatâs what Iâm talking... yeah.
- Woof, woof, woof! - Thatâs the stuff Iâm talking about.
- Iâm the big dog! - Yeah, youâre the big dog.
Whoa, whoa, ho, shut up. Oh.
- Haldeman, DEA. - Hey, man.
Yeah, you coyotes ready to fuck this thing?
Oh, dude, we are ready to go.
- Great. - Um, you, I know you.
Yeah, I want you guys to know I got your back in there.
- Okay. - Itâs gonna get heavy.
- Okay. - Itâs gonna get really heavy.
- All right. Yeah. - Expect the unexpected.
These boys are coming in ready.
RPGs, flamethrowers, hand grenades...
Uh, Iâm sorry, hate to interrupt.
I just want to say that my partner here
is a big fan of yours.
- Oh, no, no, Iâm not. - You know, Iâm just...
Heâs always going on about your Instagram account.
- Shut up, shut up, shut up. - Heâs like, "Oh, you know,
Haldemanâs got a new haircut thatâs pretty sexy, and..."
No, weâre colleagues. Whatever, weâre all cops.
Shut the fuck up. Yeah. Never mind. Okay?
So, uh, you were saying? So, whatâs happening?
Thank you very much, by the way.
Yeah. Whatever. Iâm...
We expect word between 0300 and 0500 hours.
So the raid is on?
Boys, itâs on.
Oh, my God. Dude.
- Itâs on like Donkey Kong. - Yeah.
You know what I mean? You know that expression?
Yeah. Itâs on.
- Right. - Itâs on, man.
- All right. - Weâve done that enough, I feel.
- Donât you? - Yeah, sorry, man.
- Yeah. - I did not mean to interrupt your flow.
I didnât have a flow.
Oh, man. Dude, I am pumped to do this with you.
I am also pumped, too.
- Weâre both pumped. - Yeah, yeah.
Canât wait to get that medal.
Iâm gonna shove that shiny thing
in Kyleâs shirt-dicking face.
- You know what Iâm saying? - What does that mean?
- Whatâs a shirt-dicking face? - Itâs a shirt... Well, heâs...
He wears shirt... shirt-dicking, explain it to him.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, shirt-dicking.
- It doesnât matter. It doesnât matter. - Yeah, but what is it?
Well, itâs like when you donât wear any pants...
When you donât wear any pants, youâre just wearing a shirt.
You guys do that?
No. I donât. I mean, his... I mean...
- Sounds nice. - No, no. I do.
I mean, it sounds stupid at first, but then after, you know,
when you think about it, itâs kind of cool.
Yeah. So, you and I are gonna take the eastern perimeter.
- Mm-hmm. - All right. You and me?
Yeah, you and me.
- Okay, dude. Eastern. - Okay.
- There a metal door in the rear. - Right.
- Letâs assume that itâs bolted shut. - Assumed.
Yeah. I got some detonators, some short blast detonators
Iâm gonna put by it; weâre gonna explode it, weâre gonna knock
that fucking door right back to hell where it started.
- Hold on, I got to get this. - Yeah, yeah.
Whoâs gonna fix that door after itâs...
No one. No one.
Hello. Haldeman.
Yeah, no, no, no. Iâm briefing the boys right now.
Yeah, Team Coyote.
What does that mean?
What are you t...?
Then who the fuck am I talking to?
Say that to me again.
Hold on.
You boys got I.D.?
- Yeah. Yeah, man. - Uh, sure.
- Real deal. - Real deal.
- All right, all right. - Okay. Thank you.
Okay. We shouldâve showed him that before.
Yeah, theyâre fucking SDPD.
Fuck me in the fucking ass.
Yeah, I donât know, I donât know. Okay, yeah.
All right, have your laughs, have your fucking laughs, okay.
All right, yeah, then bring them over.
Yeah, exactly.
What the fuck?
You guys said you were Team Coyote.
Oh, I thought you were saying, like... I thought, I thought,
I thought you were saying, like, are you guys coyotes?
Like, are we raw and ready and hungry and wild. âCause we are.
Why would I say, "Are you guys coyotes?"
Well, interesting fact about coyotes,
- theyâre excellent swimmers. - Shut the fuck up.
- Lot of peop... - Shut the fuck up. Yeah, uh, we get it.
- Can you do me a big favor? - Oh, sure.
Yeah, I mean, this is a big favor.
- Man, anything. - Iâm gonna need you
to forget everything that happened between us.
- Right. - This didnât happen.
You guys go about your day,
playing, uh, fucking dick-shirts or whatever you play,
where you take your underpants off and keep your T-shirt on.
And Iâm gonna go do the raid with the boys.
- Deal? - Uh... Okay, we can back you up, though.
Weâre happy to. Look, weâre not doing anything else.
All right, forget everything.
Okay.
Wow.
What the fuck, man?
Never meet your heroes, right?
Heâs not my hero. Heâs a fucking dick.
- Iâm sorry. - No, donât be sorry, man. I-I...
Heâs a dick.
Oh, wait, heâs coming back.
- Oh, hey. - Hey, one last thing.
Yeah. Anything.
Um, Iâm gonna need you to move this car.
Right. Itâs just that we were the first car here,
so maybe we-we could stay... maybe we should stay here,
you know what I mean? âCause we got the intel.
- We got the local knowledge. - Iâm gonna need this fucking spot
- is what Iâm saying. - Right.
Iâm tired of dancing with you.
No, I know.
Iâm tired of dancing with you.
- Yeah. I-I-I... - You understand?
Right. Oh, well, you know what, maybe bring Team Coyote up here,
and we could, you know, we could be, like,
Team Cobra or something.
- Move your fucking car. - Right.
- Okay. - Yeah. I mean, we can.
- Weâll move it. - We can.
No, no, not-not you fucking can. You will.
- No, no, no, we will. - We will, we will.
- Right. - So what the fuck are you gonna do?
- Weâre gonna, uh... - Donât look over there.
- Iâm fucking talking to you. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- What are you gonna do? - Weâre gonna, weâre gonna...
What the fuck are you gonna do?!
Weâre gonna, weâre gonna start backing it up...
So Iâm gonna need you to move your fucking car.
So what are you gonna do?
Weâre, uh...
weâre-weâre, you know, weâre gonna, weâre gonna...
Uh, weâre gonna move the car.
Well, great.
Good meeting you guys.
Team Cobra.