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of the Re-Kon-Marvin Gaye murder?

You know I love you.

You don't have the stomach for it.

Raymond. We've just signed over the rights

I'm looking over everything.

You know, fix it up a little bit.

fuck your wife?

That's it. I'm writing you up.

with his presence.

This woman is gonna fuck everything up, Ray.

You got to get a retraction ready.

Because I'm a woman?

Now, listen, if I say he's gonna be our muscle,

to many years... of service together.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I didn't panic.

Seriously, I'm fine.

If you want something done, you need to get your daughter

Sits on his ass all day.

I'm doing a little deal.

Can you just do the makeover and not talk?

- I had to. - Why?

Can I offer you some water, some juice?

Look, all I'm saying is, what if I wanted more than $5,000?

You don't quit, do you?

You have a very nice place here.

What if I have?

This means I get access to him now, right?

Just one more guy.

My father was Sean's dealer.

Yeah, I fucking blame him.

That lady reporter is here.

Uh, that would be evidence in a criminal investigation, Ray.

You need me to stay.

If you need me to go to the funeral

you'll get a hundred thou back inside a week.

Finally, she throws herself off a roof.

St. Josephine's Parish.

All right, fuck it.