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It's not your fault, baby.

Elemeno… PEE!

So why the same grave?

He was a loathsome piece of shit.

Get him out of there before we got to bury another Mexican.

Well, the son of a bitch was already dead to me, right?

Goddamn it. It's all right. Keep looking.

This shit stays in the rearview.

I'm not a sweetbutt.

I don't give a shit what you think.

We're gonna need the hundred and 15 by Friday.

- Can you distract the doctors? - Yeah. No problem.

Complained to his superiors- Made things worse.

- You knew? - No, but it makes sense now.

Just some shit you can't escape.

- Okay? - I said okay.

He was a friend.

or next time it won't be a piece-of-shit car I'm draining fluid from.

I don't want you losing true north.

I know that you tried to help me. You help Moby.

Nah. Not my thing.

Hey. Anita just called. Lowell? M.I.A.

I know a couple of guys last year who made six figures each.

- That is not true. - Yes, it is.

I'm afraid to ask.

The rest stays buried.

I'll handle Lowell.

It got violent. I tried to end it. He started stalking me.

Clay, no sex before a fight's like an old wives thing.

- Why was he buried with outlaw bikers? - I don't know.

- A.T.F. - Just what we need.

And rest in peace.

We stop the identification, we stop the investigation.

- I could have- - You know, I tried getting help in Chicago.

What do you mean?