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how much time do we have?
- Good to see you, Michael. - There you go, Half-Sack.
- Karen. - Hey.
What's goin'on?
I think you two are leaning a little heavier on the "prosper'"angle.
I mean, we need somethin'.
would it still be valid if I went someplace else?
they could pay someone to remove those sticks shoved up their asses.
I'm in too. Guess we're huntin' a tot banger then.
Yo, I gotta head back to T.M.
- Hey, prospect! - Huh?
Don't want 'em dyin' on us.
There was this guy I dated... during my internship in Chicago.
Yeah. Okay.
You think a Son had somethin' to do with that rape?
Who do you think we are, Elliot?
everyone puts a face to the crime...
Comin' for refills.
With that choice comes daunting responsibility.
No charges in over five years, but past offenses have been smuggling and gun running.
Charming goes Disney...
she'll always be the girl who was raped at Fun Town.
We're investigating a sexual assault.
All right, Karen just wants her to rest.
Why don't you and me straighten out our business another time?
- Oh, shit. - Mm-hmm.
- You think this someone might be coming here? - No. No...
Oh, no. Please.
Good. So what do we know?
We all want the same thing, Son:
I've been buying guns from you for over a decade, Michael.
Need something, sweetie?
Asshole busted her in the jaw and threw her down in the dirt.
- She the one who injected you? - No!
I'm guessing you and Alvarez got kinda cozy in Chino.
I don't want you hurtin' yourself, Wendy.