Out of Time (I) (2003)
Matt Lee Whitlock: Sometimes I think you want me to shoot you, Chae.
Agent Strark: The guy never showed up, Whitlock.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Agent Stark...
Agent Strark: Yeah. You know, I don't care if you're injured or not - I want that evidence money... or you're gonna be looking at a case of your own...
Chae: [walking up to Whitlock with a gym bag] Hey. Hey. Where the hell is Southeast 63rd street in Miami?
Matt Lee Whitlock: 53rd street, Chae.
Matt Lee Whitlock: I told you 53rd street, not 63rd.
Chae: No, you did not.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Yes I did.
Chae: You did not.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Southeast...
Chae: I can quote you. You said: "Those assholes from the DEA are at 8400, Southeast 63rd street."
Matt Lee Whitlock: No I did not. I'm very sorry. What I said, was: 'Those assholes from the DEA are at 8400, Southeast 53rd', Chae.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Fifty... never mind - just give 'em the money. Give 'em the money. Give 'em the money.
[to agent Stark]
Matt Lee Whitlock: You don't have to count it, it's all there. Have a safe ride home.
Agent Strark: [to the two other agents] Come on.
Matt Lee Whitlock: [to Chae, after agent Stark left] It is all there, is it?
Chae: Mmh, most of it... it's all there.
Matt Lee Whitlock: That was pretty good, eh?
Chae: Mmh, was a little over the top...
Matt Lee Whitlock: Over the top? Which part?
Chae: Your part.
Agent Strark: How you doing?
Matt Lee Whitlock: Busy.
- You and me both, pal. I understand you guys are holding evidence in the Scarcetti case. Great. That makes you my new best friend. I'm going to send some agents this afternoon to pick up that cash. We think it was used last year in a sting operation with Paolo Estaban. If we can tie the serial numbers to the bills you guys have, we can tie Estaban to Scarcetti. This is a top priority for us,Chief. With this evidence,we can kill two birds with one stone, nail Estaban and Scarcetti.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Why don't I call you tomorrow, and we figure out a time...
Agent Strark: This had to be done the day before yesterday. We've got a court date next week.
Matt Lee Whitlock: The evidence has to stay with me until the appeals process is over.
Agent Strark: I didn't call you to get a lecture on the rules of evidence. We need to check the serial numbers, and that's what we're going to do. When I hang up on you in ten seconds, I want you to type up a chain of evidence receipt. One of my men will be happy to sign it for you this afternoon. Oh, yeah, and, Chief...
Matt Lee Whitlock: Yeah?
Agent Strark: It's been ten seconds.
[Hangs up the phone]
Chae: [pointing on a stash of drug money in the open safe] Is that it?
Matt Lee Whitlock: That's it.
Chae: Huh, man - 485 grand... can I touch it?
Matt Lee Whitlock: No, you can't.
Chae: I just want to touch it.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Get your hands outta there.
Chae: Maybe I'll just steal it.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Maybe I'll just shoot you, Chae...
Chae: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stop thinking like a cop for five seconds, alright?
Alex Diaz Whitlock: [mentioning the charred bodies in the ruins of the Harrison house] Do you know who they are?
Chae: I think it's definitely 'were'.
Chae: [handing over the autopsy results] Hey - got a surprise for ya: Both of 'em were already dead when somebody turned them into smores.
Matt Lee Whitlock: What?
Alex Diaz Whitlock: Both of 'em?
Chae: No sign of smoke in their lungs. If they'd been alive when the place went up, their lungs would look like mine.
Matt Lee Whitlock: I gave her the Scarcetti money.
Matt Lee Whitlock: SHHH.
Chae: Would you have given it to me if I slept with you?
Chae: Matt, this is the gold pot, at the end of the storm... thing... cloud!
Matt Lee Whitlock: Try the crab, it's real good.
Chris Harrison: Nah, I'm allergic.
Matt Lee Whitlock: I know.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Thanks for the beer and the conversation.
Chris Harrison: Thanks for listening.
Matt Lee Whitlock: You give Ann my best... if you can.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Just never leave your wife. That's what happened to me.
Chae: [laconically] I'd take the bullet.
Chris Harrison: I wish he had the balls to walk up, look me in the eye, and say, "I'm bangin' your wife." At least then I could respect him.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Well, maybe he'd like nothing better than to walk up to you and say... Chris, I'm bangin' your wife. *Good*. But your wife won't let him.