Here we go.
Here we go.
Come on, get up.
Good job.
Here we go.
Squat one and...
Squat two and...
Keep it tight, now.
Squat three and squat four.
Squeeze those
little buttitos.
Lunges.
Lunge left, one.
Lunge two.
Lunge three.
There you go.
Who elected you
chief sadist?
Mr. Rascone.
Keep your head down
and your tail up.
Lunge five, lunge six.
Lunge seven.
Good day,
Mr. Rascone.
Lunge.
Good.
Hello, my dear.
How about dinner
and some dictation?
Sounds good.
Great.
Heather, a little shorthand?
Lunge. Come on.
You look terrific.
Here we go now.
Lunge!
He made it clear
to squat today.
( Knock at door )
Just a sec, Tina.
( Door opening )
Hi.
Jimmy, what are you doing?
It’s been over a week.
Rascone will k*ll us
if he finds you
in my bedroom.
No problem.
He’s up to his eyebrows
in Shelly and Heather.
Besides, it kills me
seeing you
as part of
his rent-a-harem.
We never would have met
if I wasn’t.
You got a point, but...
Hey. Just give it
two more months
and my contract’s up, okay?
Then we’re off
to Cozumel.
Well, it can’t come
soon enough for me.
You don’t know what
it does to my guts
every time
you’re with him.
Well, it won’t be
long now, baby.
( Door crashing open )
I don’t believe this.
Idiot, you don’t think
I have the girls’ rooms bugged?
Oh, please, Mr. Rascone.
I can explain this.
I took you in, gave you a home.
Get over
here, dawn.
I asked you to obey one rule.
I should have hired
a eunuch.
No!
( g*nsh*t )
( Phone line ringing )
Jimmy snow
just went south on me.
Put the word out.
The only way that punk
leaves palm beach
is sprinkled at sea.
She’s wearing Paladino.
It never ceases
to amaze me.
Doc, we look down and
we see some poor girl
who looks like she
swallowed a hand grenade;
Rita looks down
and comes up
with the designer of the
clothes she’s wearing.
Dr. Wellington,
could you lift her prints
and bag that outfit for me?
You got it.
She can probably name
the boutique.
Cascavelle on worth.
Unbelievable.
Rita:
The boutique
remembered the Paladino.
Chris:
They remember
who bought it?
The ready yesterday account--
a quickie print shop.
The owner is mace Rascone.
Why does a print shop have
an account with a boutique?
Evidently Rascone is one
of their better customers.
He wants his staff sharp.
Nice perks.
According to the saleslady
he was generous with his staff.
He bought that outfit
for a girl named dawn.
Dawn would be Dawn Weller.
R. and I. Matched up
the prints.
Obviously she had a record.
Yeah, she was
a big-money call girl.
Vice hasn’t picked her up
in the last year.
Maybe she got out.
To become
a secretary?
It’s not one
of your big ways out.
Base to Lorenzo.
What? Oh.
That lady looks like she
could use
a little help.
Well, you’re
a helpful kind of guy.
Yes, I am.
Good day.
Uh, you look lost.
I don’t think so.
I’m Regina Holland.
Sergeant Lorenzo.
Can I help you?
I, uh, need to register.
Register?
I’m from California.
Ordinarily,
people from the west coast
don’t have to register.
In your case,
we’ll make an exception.
I’m looking for
an armed robber
who jumped bond in I.A.
about three months ago.
You are a skip tracer?
I check in with the locals
so I don’t step on any toes.
No. I’m homicide.
That would be sergeant moon,
but he’s on the phone now.
Skip tracer.
Maybe I can help you
with the preliminary info.
I need to file a
on a wrongo
believed to be in your area.
You got documentation?
Mm-hmm.
Let’s go.
Certified copy
of the bond agreement.
All right.
California license.
Good.
Federal concealed
weapons permits.
All right, it
all looks in order.
Who are you after?
James "Jimmy" snow.
Real bad actor.
I was actually hoping maybe
you had something on him.
Well, maybe we do.
Jimmy snow.
( Typing )
Nope, we got zip.
What makes you think
he’s in our area?
Airline tickets,
a couple of credit card hits.
So, uh, what’s the procedure
around here?
Uh...
What do you mean,
procedure?
Do I have to check back in
after I hook him up?
Well, that’s a question
for sergeant moon
but I think a phone call’s
all it’s going to take.
He’s off the phone.
Thanks.
It was nothing.
Happy hunting.
Nothing happy about it.
Let me guess.
Dinner, dancing and...
No, strictly business.
Oh, strictly business.
She is a skip tracer
from California.
Really?
No cigars? No tattoos?
Man, they do everything
weird out there.
I’d like to check
California out personally.
It’s too early for this.
Sergeant Lorenzo,
palm beach police department.
You Sharon rose?
I bought my raffle tickets.
Steve at the tropic cabana said
you and dawn Weller
were really close?
Yeah, I know dawn.
Why? What’s she done?
She got herself k*lled.
How did it happen?
g*nsh*t, close range.
Rita:
Know anyone
that wanted her dead?
No. That’s why she lived
at Veramar.
It would be safer
than working the streets.
What’s Veramar?
A Meissner mansion
on the south end.
Mace Rascone owns it.
Chris:
Mace Rascone--
the guy who owns a print shop?
Ready yesterday,
today, tomorrow.
She worked for him.
And what was she?
She was his secretary?
Yeah, and I'm a C.P.A.
Some guys like
a stable of horses;
Rascone likes
a stable of girls.
Pays grand a year,
medical, dental
free new car of your choice,
and if you hang
for two years,
you’ll leave with a major bonus.
He hired
a personal trainer for them.
His own harem.
Something like that.
I tried it for a little while,
but I couldn’t hang
with the -hour-a-day
oversexed secretary bit.
He let you walk away?
Sure. He’s a very nice man
if you can get by his appetites.
You don’t think
he m*rder*d dawn.
No. No, I don’t care what
they say about mace Rascone.
He always took very good care
of his toys.
His toys?
Someone left this toy
out in the rain.
I say we give mace Rascone
a little visit.
Thanks, Sharon.
Thanks.
( Whistles )
There’s obviously some money
in print shops, huh?
Yeah.
( Ringing doorbell )
Yes?
Palm beach P.D.
I’d like to talk
to mace Rascone.
Uh, yeah-- come on in.
Mace, it’s
the police.
Get rid of them.
A little late
for that.
I thought
our attorneys agreed
this wouldn’t
happen.
One of your employees
was found m*rder*d.
Dawn Weller?
How did you know?
Because the rest of my staff
is present
and accounted for.
This is
what she looked like
when we found her.
Any idea how
that might have
happened, mace?
Yesterday was her day off.
She went into town,
didn’t return last night.
Dawn was
a special
person.
We were
very close.
It’s such
a sad thing.
I’d like to be alone.
Of course.
Do you mind if we question
your staff?
I would mind that very much.
I’d like to be the one
to tell them myself.
We’re all very close.
One big, happy family, huh?
Please just leave.
All right.
We may be back.
Not without a warrant.
You have
a nice day.
They were in mourning
before we broke the news.
What did he mean
about the lawyers?
I wish I knew.
You heard me.
, to the man
who delivers Jimmy snow.
I want him on ice
before the cops get to him.
Right.
( Beeps phone off )
Rita:
Lots of mustard.
Thank you.
Oh, I love palm beach.
Didn’t your mother
ever tell you
high octane and high
calories don’t mix?
Makes the junk food
go down easier.
Did you find out
anything?
Everybody seems to know
who mace Rascone is
but nobody’s willing
to cop to anything
that will tie him to
a body in the alley.
Would you like to know
what I found out?
I would like to know.
Rascone is offering
big bucks for the guy
who aced one of
his favorite ladies.
How does he know
who he is?
He doesn’t, but
he wants him bad
if he’s willing to put
half a mil on the line.
He wants him
dead or dead.
His name is
Jimmy snow.
You kidding?
Jimmy snow?
No. You know him?
He’s got enough prices
on his head to snap his neck.
I’ll have lieutenant
Hudson run it.
You won’t find anything.
And how do you
know this?
Well, Rita Lee Lance
sometimes it pays off
to be a gentleman.
Oh, really?
Or a gentle fish.
Oh.
Can I have a bite
of your hot dog?
You people seen this guy?
Call this number here,
all right?
How you doing?
You seen this guy,
call this number.
Chris:
Hey!
Hey.
How you doing?
My partner,
Rita Lance.
Regina Holland.
Hi. Nice to meet you.
Call me Reggie.
We’re after
the same guy.
No kidding. Really? Why?
Is this Jimmy snow?
No offense, but I got
a vested interest
in tagging this guy.
You get him, I go home hungry.
No offense,
but our investigation
pushes you
to the back of the line.
The company I work for
stepped up $, for him.
He never showed.
We’re out of the money.
Why do you want him?
He’s a suspect in a m*rder...
Is this advisable
to be discussing this with...
Reggie.
I don’t want
to be responsible
for her walking
into a sh**ting gallery.
What sh**ting gallery?
You heard of mace Rascone?
No. Should I have?
People, we’re all on
the same side here.
Why not help each other out?
You tell me what you know;
I’ll tell you what I found out.
You have been in town
for a few hours.
Hey, I work fast.
You got squat in your system.
Fine. You go first.
Okay. I know he went to ground
somewhere on the west palm
waterfront area.
He may be broke
or stranded.
A couple of
dock workers
recognized his picture.
He was last seen wearing
a Polo shirt and shorts.
The street vendor thought
he saw him hiding a handgun
underneath his shirt.
Who did
he sh**t?
A friend of a guy who’s not
taking it philosophically.
Mace Rascone?
Yeah.
We got a three-way race going.
I don’t think so.
A m*rder investigation in
our jurisdiction-- we get him.
Only if you get him first,
or extradite him.
That is, if and when
you make a case.
Might help if you know
what he looks like.
Donovan, ho, ho!
Nice outfit.
You got a second?
I’m late for my tee time.
Those starters are
real Prussians.
We need you
to clear something up.
Okay, but make it fast.
All hits on Rascone were tagged
with your password.
Right. So what’s your interest?
He’s up to his cheeks in m*rder.
The body in the alley
this morning?
Right. What’s your
interest in him?
He’s been indicted
and beat it three times.
We never heard about it.
It’s a federal beef.
The trials were in U.S.
district court in Tallahassee.
What’s he into?
His print shop is a front
for his illegal
documents business--
fake green cards, birth
certificates, driver’s licenses.
He’s got hundreds of cappers
on the street Hawking his wares.
It’s a billion-dollar-a-year
business.
% of the bogus paper
sold on the east coast
is printed by Rascone,
and we can’t touch it.
Why not?
We had our three strikes.
We’re out.
He’s got a $ million lawsuit
pending for false arrest.
I don’t want to place
taxpayers at risk here.
Stay away from him.
That’s where all the attitude
came from
when we talked to him.
What if we could turn someone
inside
his operation?
We did, but they turned up dead
before the last trial.
You got someone?
We have somebody
who might be scared enough
to turn state’s evidence.
If you’ll deal on a m*rder beef.
Put it on my desk. We’ll see.
Until you do,
stay away from Rascone.
Clear?
Hey, Donovan,
how is that golf game?
You call golf a game?
The people who gave us golf
and called it a game
are the same people
who gave us bagpipes
and called it music.
Chris:
You recognize
this guy?
You recognize this cat?
Yeah. I think
I've seen him down there.
Down here? Thanks.
Hold it!
What the hell
are you doing here?
Same thing you are.
Looking for Jimmy snow.
Do I look like I fell off
a dessert cart?
Now that you mention it,
you kind of do.
You’re following me around
which means that
you are interfering
with a police investigation.
Why would I be following you
when I'm ten steps
ahead of you?
I got a tip that Jimmy snow
is in one of two places.
This is one.
Well, if he was here,
you, uh...
Scared him off
with all your antics.
You scared him off.
I checked
the other end.
He’s not there.
So, are you and
Rita doing it?
You’re a very
direct woman.
Life is too short
for any other approach.
So, are you?
What do you think?
Probably not.
You seem far too close.
Good judge of character.
I like to think so.
So, are you married?
Yeah. To my job.
Oh. So there’s hope
for us after all.
So, where’s
the second one?
Second what?
Second place Jimmy snow
might be holed up.
Are you saying
we’ll work together in this?
No, no.
I’m... not saying that.
Oh, then I'm not
saying where it is.
But nice seeing you,
though.
Nice seeing you, Reggie.
( Clears throat )
Now who’s following who?
Just doing my job,
Reggie.
What have you got
going on here?
I’m not telling you.
Okay. If you agree
to back me up.
No.
I’m going in first.
The man’s got a g*n.
Do it my way
or forget the whole thing.
You jerk me around
I’ll jam you
something fierce.
This is
a police investigation.
I go in first,
you understand that?
( Sighs )
I talked to this
maintenance man, okay?
He works here.
He says they’re
having a problem
with homeless people
sleeping in stored boats.
Yeah. So?
So, he says the economy
must be getting worse
because he saw one this morning
that looked like a tennis bum.
Polo shirt,
shorts, sneakers...
Sure, sure...
He saw him head up the dock.
He thinks he saw him get
on a boat called sea Kay.
Thataway?
Mm-hmm.
Shall we dance?
As long as I lead.
You take the left.
I’ll take straight.
"M.R."
Mace Rascone.
It’s bloody.
Blood means he’s hurt.
Damn it.
I would have had him.
( Sighs )
No, this way, we know
what she’s doing
and we get Jimmy snow.
She can probably find
Jimmy on her own.
No way.
Trust me,
she’s that good.
If she gets him, we get zip.
She got me that close.
I bet she did.
I also bet you bucks
you have the hots for her.
I already told you...
I know what you told me.
I also know how you...
Looked at her.
Uh-huh?
Like that?
Exactly.
Are we going to work
together on this?
I have a choice?
Of course
you have
a choice.
( Sighs )
Fine.
Fine. Okay.
Fine.
Oh, I’ll take
that bet.
But after we bag
Jimmy snow
all bets are off.
I kn... I knew
you had the hots for her.
I knew it.
I’ve been able to pinpoint
his movements
up to the boatyard.
He’ll stick
by the waterfront.
He may want
to hop a ship.
He won’t be hitching
on the interstate
looking the way he does.
He’ll has to eat.
Maybe he’ll do something stupid.
Like get money.
I’m surprised
he hasn’t tried already.
I mean, he is an armed robber.
He only drove
the getaway car.
I checked
the charges
and warrants
with the Los Angeles county
superior court.
Just doing
my homework.
Whatever.
As far as I can tell,
nobody in town knows him.
He may have stayed at Rascone’s
mansion up until last night.
No friends, nowhere to turn...
The guy is a trapped rat.
You really hate this guy.
No. I’m just earning a living.
He must know the back alleys
by now.
What is the worst place
at the waterfront?
The black and blue.
They sell mothers
across the counter.
It’s not in our jurisdiction and
it’s also out of this planet.
They don’t have to know
I'm a cop.
Yeah, right.
I’m going with you.
It’s too dangerous for ladies.
Oh, please.
What? That must be
the most sexist remark
I have heard you make
in the last... hours.
So I'm politically incorrect,
but I'm concerned.
Let me check it out.
( Scoffs )
( Loud rock playing )
Come here a minute.
Yeah?
I want you
to deliver
a message.
Western union’s
over the bridge.
Ha!
That’s very funny...
That’s very funny.
Rascone sent me.
You’re a cop.
What’s with your attitude?
Rascone upped the ante
to a million bucks
for pointing the finger
at snow today.
I can smell a cop
in a slaughterhouse.
You’re a cop.
Yeah, and you’re
a rocket scientist.
Here’s the number to call.
There’s k in it for you
if they mention
the black and blue.
Even tastes like
cop’s handwriting.
Oh, man.
( Grunts )
Ooh!
( Cheering )
( g*nsh*t )
Rita:
Police officers!
Everyone back off!
Move it.
Out of my way.
Whoa, a little
finger food.
Oh, please.
( Screaming )
Get him out of here.
( Groaning )
( Chris coughing )
Keep it nice, huh?
( Chris groaning )
This is the most
embarrassing moment of my life.
Forget that--
did you learn anything?
Yeah, I'm never coming back here
without SWAT.
( Phone ringing )
Oh.
Sergeant Lance.
Put her through.
There’s a call
from a woman that says
she knows
about the m*rder.
This is Sergeant Lance.
Jimmy snow did not k*ll dawn.
You know who did?
Mace. It was an accident, but...
Look, I can’t talk right now.
When can we meet?
Tomorrow-- about noon?
Uh, where?
At the bike path
on the base of worth Avenue.
How will I know it’s you?
I’m the one who let you in
the other day.
Look, I can’t talk right now.
We had a breakthrough.
Can she deliver Jimmy snow?
No.
Then we’re still nowhere.
Chris:
Ladies
let’s call it the end
to a very long day.
Yes.
Give me your cash now, man!
Give me your cash.
Open it!
Back!
How the hell do you open...?
Whoa!
( g*nsh*t )
Rita should have been here
by now.
Her food is getting cold.
Oh, well.
This gives us
a chance
to get to know
each other better.
You were amazing today.
Thank you.
Amazing.
You’d be a great cop.
I couldn’t deal
with all the rules.
I hunt trash who have
already forfeited their rights.
You, on the other hand
have to worry
about covering your butt.
Yeah, that’s true.
And you get to travel, right?
Usually I just hang around L.A.
I jumped on the snow warrant
to check out Florida.
Why?
Things are getting weird
in la-la land.
La-la land!
( Chuckles )
So, what do you think
of Florida so far?
It’s got its good points.
I’m loving every minute
of it right now.
( Chuckles )
Anybody ever tell you
that you are
a very intimidating woman?
( Chuckles )
Let me count the ways.
Maybe that’s why I have
a hard time respecting men.
Take you for instance.
Wait a minute, what about me?
Well, this morning
when I met you
I took you for a real wuss.
But then, this afternoon
at the boatyard
you came up
a couple of notches.
Only to plummet after
the black and blue fiasco.
No way!
That was a very courageous
thing you...
Tried
to pull off.
But...
In fact...
( Sighs )
It really turned me on.
( Chuckling )
You’re a sick woman.
I know, I know.
I wouldn’t have it
any other way.
You and I are going
to get together.
You know that,
don’t you?
Maybe, maybe.
But not till this is all over.
( Sighs )
That will be too late.
I’ll be on a plane with a bag
of crap tied to my arm.
I would love to.
But not till this is done.
Why not now?
Now’s business.
( Phone rings )
Her on one.
Yeah?
Rita, where
the hell are you?
I’m at the G and J deli.
There was an attempted robbery.
I looked at the security cam.
The guy looks like snow.
Be there in a heartbeat.
( Police radio transmissions
in background )
Rita, honey.
Reggie, honey.
So, where’s my bucks?
Your bucks is
in my back pocket
where it belongs.
We ate off the roach coach,
had tacos...
Where were you?
You were supposed
to be there.
Yeah, well, duty calls.
Did she come on to you?
Oh...
That lady is
a predator.
Mmm...
That’s the son
of a bitch.
Ah!
Nicked him.
That’s good, that’s okay.
He can’t go far.
His butt is mine.
You know, I'm beginning to think
you’re right about Reggie.
She reminds me
of a female praying mantis.
How so?
Well, they eat their mates
while they’re making love.
They start
at the head
and work their way down.
Down to...
Ouch.
Well, it’s ten after.
Think she will show?
She sounded like she really
wanted to talk on the phone.
Give her till
Hi.
Hey, Reggie,
what’s up?
Where’s Rascone’s babe?
She a no-show?
So far. You find
anything else about snow?
Some fishermen thought
he was at the boatyard.
I’ll check.
Any takers?
No, it’s a better bet if
we stay here and wait for her.
That doesn’t do me any good.
Sure it does.
If she can put
the w*apon
in Rascone’s hand, we bust him.
Then snow’s all yours.
Rita, honey,
if I wait for you two
to make a case,
I’ll be a candidate
for liposuction.
I don’t see
your John Wayne act
getting you any closer,
Reggie, babe.
At least I'm not
sitting around
waiting
for something
to fall into my lap.
The only thing you’re waiting
to fall into your lap
is my partner.
Excuse me?
No, excuse me.
Time-out, whoa!
This is not getting us
anywhere, hmm?
( Phone rings )
Yeah, Sergeant Lance.
Where?
We’re on it.
Thanks.
We’ve got a dead body
in an alley.
At least he didn’t use
a Cannon this time.
Small-bore behind the ear.
Nice, neat
and totally pro.
So maybe Rascone
heard her
call us?
I hope
he doesn’t think
he needs to k*ll
each one of his girls
to keep them quiet.
Yeah.
Which brings us
back to square one.
Jimmy snow.
Rita:
We spent the rest of the day
looking for Jimmy snow
and came up empty.
We went our own ways
around : p.m.
There was something
about this case
that was looking at me in
the eye but I couldn’t see it.
It’s kind
of like a rattlesnake--
I never came upon one that
wasn’t already looking at me.
Good morning, Jeff.
( Alarm buzzing )
( Clinking )
Freeze!
How do you
like your eggs?
What the hell
are you doing?
Making breakfast.
How did you get in?
What do you think?
I can’t open up
a couple of doors?
Today’s the day
we hook up with Jimmy snow.
I wanted
a jump on it.
You weren’t invited in here.
Relax. I didn’t say
I was going to jump you.
You made it clear
you weren’t interested.
Another time, another place.
But I'm hungry now.
Unbelievable.
How do you like your eggs?
H-Hey, boys,
hey...
Look at this, man.
bucks, huh?
bucks.
bucks!
( Laughter )
Hey.
That’s beautiful.
Let’s go
take a sauna.
Come on, Chris,
pick up the phone.
Chris:
This is Chris. Leave a message.
Chris, hi.
It’s me.
We have a major problem:
Reggie Holland.
That picture was taken
in palm beach.
Reggie is not from L.A.,
which means she was lying
when she said
she didn’t know Rascone.
I don’t think it’s far-reaching
to think she popped Shelly
behind the ear
because she was the only person
who knew about that meeting.
Obviously you’re not there.
I’m going back to the office.
Watch your back. Bye.
Oh, man.
That was some
breakfast.
I didn’t think
a woman like you
would be able
to cook like that.
A woman like me?
What is that
supposed to mean?
You’re not exactly
the domestic type.
There are a lot of things
that you don’t know about me.
( Phone ringing )
Yeah?
Hey, sarge.
What’s up?
You’re kidding.
Where?
Yeah, I know
the place.
No, I don’t need backup.
Just call Rita and tell her
to meet me there
as soon as she can.
Thanks.
Jimmy snow called the station.
Wants to turn himself in
to the detectives handling
the dawn Weller
homicide.
That’s great. Where is he?
Same boatyard
we were at yesterday.
So what are we waiting for?
We?
Well, yeah...
Unless you
want me to start
without you.
Come on!
Mace? It’s me.
Jimmy snow’s surfacing
but the place will be swarming
with heat.
I’ll do what I can
to head it off.
I may need backup.
I know it’s short notice.
Bellagio boatyard on B street.
All right.
Chris:
Yo! Reggie!
You are quick.
Where you been,
man?
Let’s do it.
All right.
All right,
same rules as before.
I go in first.
Hey, you’re
the hero here.
I just have
to be here to get paid.
Chris:
Jimmy?!
Jimmy snow!
Sergeant Lorenzo,
palm beach police
department.
Come on out.
It will make your life
a whole lot easier.
I want to see a badge.
Here you go, brother.
Now it’s your turn.
Toss the g*n down.
All right. Come on down.
Who’s she?
Your worst nightmare.
Drop it, Lorenzo.
What are you doing?
Now or never, sport, do it.
What’s going on, Reggie?
It’s nothing personal,
just a paycheck.
Get on your knees.
If you’re going to do me,
you do me standing up.
All right.
Rita:
Freeze, Reggie!
Put your g*n down! Now!
Place your hands
up behind your head.
Chris:
What is going on here?
She was hired by Rascone
to take out Jimmy snow.
Chris:
What about
the warrants...?
The bond certificate.
He’s a printer
of bogus documents, remember?
And I led her right to him.
Reggie:
Took your time
about it, too.
( g*nshots )
You k*lled
the only person...!
No, don’t! Don’t!
You bastard!
Come on.
You want to get even
with this guy?
You want to get
even with him?
I know
the perfect way.
Put the pipe down.
You’re going to end up
right where you started.
Let go.
( Metal pipe clanging )
Got you, mace.
This is one bet
that I am glad that I lost.
If she had bagged you...
I hate to even
think about it.
At least my instincts for self-
preservation are still intact.
That lady was a snake,
but smart.
Reggie had it wired
from the beginning.
Jimmy snow was wanted
for a California warrant.
Rascone knew that
when he hired him.
That’s how he had
all the information
to give her.
That’s how she knew
about the handgun.
Rascone needed someone
on the inside
in case his contracts
didn’t pay off on the streets.
She fed me my lunch.
Fed it to me.
She’ll have a long time
to wish she hadn’t.
This is what it’s
all about, folks.
Jimmy snow’s testimony
just put the pie in the window.
See ya!
He won’t get out
of this.
Did Reggie turn
state’s evidence?
She’s still bargaining.
That figures.
It was brilliant to use her
to smoke out Rascone.
Yeah, brilliant.
I got to get back.
Just thought you two
would like to know.
Thanks. See you later.
So, maybe Reggie will give you
a call when she gets out.
I’d like that.
Would you really?
Oh, yeah,
I mean she can cook.