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: What if I got killed out there tonight? WHAT IF THAT WAS ME, HUH?
[after a apprehending a hoodlum with long dreads
] Nick Tellis
: Now, fucking Coolio tried to blow my head off.
[Oak has just caught Tellis questioning Calvess' wife
] Henry Oak
: What the fuck are you doing talking to her without me being here? Nick Tellis
: I brought her husband's things over. Henry Oak
: Yeah, and you questioned her. What for? WHAT FOR? Nick Tellis
: What is this, "mother may I"? You said we were gonna do some of this on our own, right? Henry Oak
: [pointing his finger
] Some of this doesn't extend to her! And don't get fucking cute with me! Nick Tellis
: Get your hand outta my face... Henry Oak
: If you need to know what she said about anything case-related, you refer to the file! Nick Tellis
: Yeah, I looked at the files, they're thin! Henry Oak
: What you don't fucking do is talk to her without notifying me in advance! That's not the way we do things! Nick Tellis
: Why's that? What's the problem with me speaking to her? Henry Oak
: Because... the problem is every fucking question you asked her she's already answered! She's been badgered and bothered by cops and cop questions for two fucking months now, and the biggest fucking problem is her husband... is fucking... dead!
: I'm about to ask you about another dead junkie named Dowd, yeah I know Dowd Indo Joe and that punk you used to roll with Jay Reed, you know how I know that don't you? Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps
: How man? Nick Tellis
: Because I was and still am a cop Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps
: A cop? your trying to tell me your a fucking cop Nick Tellis
: Word Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps
: If you a cop why didn't you try to bust me back then? Nick Tellis
: Because you're way too little to bust acorn Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps
: fuck that shit, you forget something, I used to smoke blunts with you Nick Tellis
: I don't care what you think, it doesn't fucking matter in the least, what I'm about to tell you what does matter and you're going to listen like your life depended on it, a month ago an undercover officer was murdered in a pedestrian tunnel off Houston and West Grand someone beat him up and put a gun to his head a bullet through it I don't want to hear your shit about what you don't know or what you didn't do because we both know you don't got the nut sack for something that size so I'm positive you didn't kill him
[shows him a picture
] Nick Tellis
: his name was Michael Calvess take a gander buddy Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps
: Hold on a minute man you mother fuckers come up in my crib, throw hot sauce in my eyes and try to blind my ass now you want my help? You crazy? Nick Tellis
: His street name is Jimmy Fredricks you know him you know him Eugene 'Deacon' Sheps
: My bad I know this mother fucker I might've let him suck my dick once or twice
[Oak throws his head into the wall
] Nick Tellis
: You're going to act like a punk or you're going to get played like one, now listen very very carefully they found smack at the murder scene a mean fucking mix you took some of the exact same stuff ten months ago and nearly killed your dumb ass you don't have the chemistry or the sense God gave goats which means you didn't do the cook, now Dowd is dead so who sold to you?