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I've got a secret I cannot say.

They might have moved there to give it
away.

You've got something I understand.

Hold it in tightly.

Cause a man's leap of faith.

Because you and I just cut you out.

Thank you.

against her in the court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you've got a quarter of an attorney,
one will do it for you.

You can lose the attitude, Captain.
We've got no axe to grind with you.

just doing our jobs. Be prepared. The
DA's going to want to depose you. Find

exactly what Rachel McCabe's been doing
on this gig before she decided to fly it

solo.

That's your theory, huh?

Bless you. Excuse me. We've got security
video that places Inspector McCabe in

the parking garage approximately three
minutes after witnesses heard shots

fired. And Robert Wexler was found dead.

Oh, and we found her Grand Cayman's bank
account.

Oh, well, sure.

No frame -up is complete without an
offshore bank account.

$1 .2 million and a signature card with
her name on it. That's a lot of money to

throw away on a frame -up. Not if you've
got a lot.

Where's your murder weapon?

We don't have one yet. Where's your
witness?

You really don't think she did it, huh?

No, I don't.

You have visitors.

How you doing?

I have been better.

Listen, give us a minute, will you?

Sorry, you're not her attorney.

You have no privilege.

What is going on, Nash?

Well, we're not going to talk about it
right now, I'll tell you that.

You got a good attorney?

I don't even have a bad one.

What do I do, go to the police? I'll
take care of it. You just keep your chin

up, all right?

Thanks a lot, guys.

Why do I feel like I'm being set up
here?

One of our inspectors, Rachel McCabe,
has been charged with a homicide.

Because I am. Why should I get involved?

What's in it for me? Because I'll owe
you one. You'll owe me one? Yeah, I'll

you one. So, you sleeping with this
woman? No, I am not sleeping with her.

it's that important. Follow me to the
SIU.

Hey, Ira, listen up. Here are the
players. Neil Rogan, owner of Rogan &

Associates, one of the largest
accounting firms in the city.

Robert Wexler, a murder victim, one of
Rogan's accountants, killed outside of

his own parking space.

A little while ago, Wexler tipped us off
that Rogan & Associates was dirty.

They're doing money laundering and
accounting for the Chicago, Cleveland,

Miami outfits.

Yeah, see, Wexler was willing to
cooperate, but he wouldn't testify.

He was scared for his life, right?

Justifiably so.

So Nash sent Rachel in undercover.

But it was going good until Wexler got
popped.

So this guy Rogan figured out he was in
trouble, fingered Rachel for a cop,

wasted Wexler, and then made it look
like she did it. He catches on pretty

All right. What do you got on Rogan?

Nothing. Rachel was working on it.

Uh -huh. Uh -huh.

It's ingenious. It is cunning.

I know, huh?

Whoever set her up did a hell of a job.
What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you suckering me into
defending her.

Ira, come on now.

You got nothing.

Yeah. Uh -huh. I guess you're all fine
with me representing this girl against

the city's biggest mob accountant and, I
don't know, saddling me with the stigma

of defending a corrupt cop.

Now, that's beautiful hyperbole. Famous
for course.

Okay. Okay. the evidence. There isn't a
judge, jury, or prosecutor in the state

of California that would even break a
sweat over this one.

Goodbye.

You're not quitting this.

I can't get her off.

Then get her out.

Probably get her out, but... But
nothing. Just do it.

Thank you for getting me out of there.

Forget about it.

Now all we have to do is make it all go
away.

You know, just out of curiosity, where
were you yesterday afternoon around 5 o

'clock?

Oh, you mean when I was supposed to be
murdering Robert Wexler?

Yeah.

I was in the city records office
researching some of Rogan's shell

Oh, good. So plenty of people saw you.

It's our fugitive from the chain gang.

What happened? You didn't like the food?

That's very funny.

Well, you didn't expect sympathy, did
you? No.

Okay, so where are we?

Well, Twan and I, we were just headed
over to Wexler's widow to see what we

could find out.

Yvonne? You know her?

Yeah, I know her. She was very involved
in her husband's decision to go to the

cops. Oh, good. Well, you can fill
Harvey in here.

Well, maybe I can help.

Well, do you want to go?

Yeah, I want to go.

You think that's a good idea?

I think it's a lot better than sitting
around here going insane.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay, fine. Go. Okay, thank you. I'm
just going to run to my desk. I'll be

back.

Antoine, according to Nash, Rachel was
at the city records office when Rex was

shot. Find somebody who saw her, okay?

In fact, find two somebody. All right,
got it. What about the Yvonne visit?

I'll go with Rachel. Oh, good. Thanks.

Oh, hey, listen, I got Judge Winograd to
authorize a tap on Rogan's phone. Can

you guys get in there and plant it?

What, Twan and I? Piece of pie.

Mrs.

Wexler? Inspector Leak, SFPD.

I believe you know Inspector McCabe?

I'm so sorry, Ivan.

You know, this probably isn't the best
time, but we need to ask you some

questions.

Okay. Come in.

Well, Mrs. Wexler, can you think of
anything that might give us a clue as to

would have killed your husband? I know
this is painful.

Yeah.

I can't believe this.

Would you ask her?

Me? She talked Robert into going up
against Rogan. She may not have pulled

trigger, but she was responsible.

All right.

Wait a minute.

You know, he trusted you.

I trusted you. And you betrayed both of
us. How could you? I'm sorry.

Clarify for me. I'm not getting it.

She was sleeping with my husband.

That's not true.

Not true, really.

Here, just listen to this, okay?

in my cell. Just meet me at our place.

Please. Okay.

I'll be there at 9 .30.

That's not what you think.

I just can't say anything about that.

I would have forgiven him.

But you... I wish you were dead.

Well, well, well.

How you doing, man?

Inspector Joseph Dominguez.

So you're wrestling for Bayview, huh?

Me? No.

Certainly I could, but the captain's
very serious about maintaining his

undefeated record.

I'm purely management.

Next, please.

Sistrock, we're up.

Eldon? He's not a cop.

That's a trick, Dominguez.

Official rules make any employee of the
SFPD eligible to participate.

Mr. Fistrunk is doing custodial work at
Bayview as part of his work release

program.

Therefore, he... Therefore nothing. He's
a ringer.

You can't bring a ringer in here. He's a
ringer.

Look, this guy is doing time for every
kind of assault in the books, including

assault of a police officer.

He can't arm wrestle.

Sorry, Inspector, but this contestant is
eligible.

Hey, you touch him, you're disqualified.

I'm not touching him, Dominguez. Does it
look like I'm touching him? Let's go.

You take him?

I'll take him.

The sender knows everything.

It's about killing Wexler, about framing
the cop, everything.

Show me the email, I'll trace it back.
They're demanding half a million, but

they'll hand their evidence to the
police, so you better get on it.

The cleaning crew left our floor an hour
ago.

Someone's beat us to the punch.

Son of a bitch.

Good company.

How'd you get in here?

Oh, man, this'll be dry here in a
second.

Hey, stop.

Grab him.

Who are you? Never mind who I am. Both
of you, up. Move over there.

Move over there. I ain't got all day.

Get in the room, both of you. Get in the
room.

You're going to be in a lot of trouble
for this. Shut up and just get your ass

in the room.

Come on, man. Let's bounce.

Now that is a very high -end bug.

So who got there first? Shall I
speculate?

Please, the FBI.

We'd know.

One of the mob outfits that Rogan does
account for?

Possible. Could be blackmail.

There's an interesting possibility.

So we're looking for some kind of third
party here, huh?

Maybe. I'll tell you this, whoever our
little bugger is, though, he's probably

got some information on Rogan that
Rogan's not too happy that he has.

So, Harvey, what do we got in the club
here? Oh, I put it under the scope. It's

got a serial number that tracks to a
security consultant off a van mess named

Harley Corzine.

Find out who he sold it to.

Got it.

I found the origin of that email.

And?

It came from Bob Wexler's house.

Unfortunately, Bob Wexler was already
dead when the email was sent.

That's not good news for Bob's wife.

Uh, Joe.

Wait, wait, I gotta tell you. We're
gonna dominate this show. The man's on

It's payback time.

What are you talking about?

The Department of Arm Wrestling
Championships, man. The FIU is gonna

behind Ronnie in the Super Heavies.
Yeah, I gotta talk to you about it. Oh,

I'm so tired of Iron Mike bragging,
Bayview this, Bayview that. Well, their

reign is over. The SIU will rule.

Ronnie.

That's what I want to talk to you about.
Oh, man, he's so pumped. He's so ready.

And he's also in the hospital.

What? What'd you say?

He's in the hospital.

What? He had an emergency appendectomy
two hours ago.

No. Yeah.

No, no, no. It can't be. Yeah, yeah. Oh,
he's fine, and thanks for asking.

Wait a minute. This can't be happening.

Oh, well, yeah, it can, but there's
always next year. It's just a little

hole in his stomach, huh?

Joe.

Hi. I'm supposed to deliver this test to
Inspector Leak?

He's downstairs.

Gee, I guess I lugged it all the way up
here for no reason.

Not even sweating.

No, it's not that heavy.

You work for administrative services?

Sure do.

Joe. So you're employed by SFPD, huh?

Sure am.

Oh, hi.

Rulon Jones. Nice to meet you.

Hi.

Whoa. Hey, that's quite a grip you got
there, Rulon. Thanks. Well, I'm

Joe Dominguez from Captain Ashbridge.
Nice to meet you. Say, Rulon, do you

arm wrestle?

Sure do. I love arm wrestling.

I don't believe this.

Asking you so received, Bubba.

Come on, come on, talk down with me.

Officer Mike Willis here. The SIU guy?
Uh -huh. He comes from admin.

Administrative services, eh? He's a
ringer. So this boy's not direct on

payroll? SIU payroll?

Uh -huh. No, sir.

I'm going to need his name.

Rolando.

Let me repeat that back. First name,
Robert. Union, Lincoln. Ocean, Nora.

name, Jones.

Yes. Copy that.

Appreciate the heads up. How about my
ticket? What? My parking ticket. No.

You just park wherever you want.

License and registration, please.

I don't have a bike license.

I'm going to need some identification.

I have a library card.

Thank you, sir.

Take a moment.

Please step away from the bike.

Yeah, this is Tom 10 -15.

Tom 10 -15, go ahead. They had a want to
warrant on a Rulon Jones, DOB 42473.

Traffic department reports $52 parking
citation recently received.

Copy that.

Stand by.

Anybody. Is there a problem, officer?

The events weren't for your arrest, Mr.
Jones. An unpaid parking ticket in the

amount of $52.

If I sent that in, I'd promise.

The city didn't get it.

Sorry, son.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

Don't arrest me.

Please. I'll do anything I can.

Tell me something, son.

You ever arm wrestle?

What do you got? You don't even like it?

Come over here.

Rachel lied.

Checked with the city clerk's office.
Guy there saw her leave at 3 .10.

You're kidding.

He knows the exact time because he was
trying to work up the nerve to go talk

her.

What the hell is she doing?

Whatever it is, she doesn't want us to
know about it.

All right, find out where she was, okay?

I don't like this job.

You think I'm bouncing for joy here?

ruling.

What's the matter?

I'm sorry, Mr.

Dominguez.

I can't armor up a few on Sunday.

What?

Iron Mike Wills. Who the hell do you
think is scaring that kid into switching

teams, man?

You couldn't get him to switch back?

No. And believe it or not, I tried
everything, man.

I mean, this competition is supposed to
be in the spirit of fair play, huh?

Yeah, right, which is why a janitor
would arm wrestle him for the SIU in the

first place. Hey, he started it. Oh, he
started it. What do you think?

I don't think he's looking to attract a
lot of walk -up traffic.

Excuse us.

Mr. Corzine?

What can I do for you, inspectors?

Sorry, you know us?

Not at all.

I saw your badges when you walked in.

And you're right. I don't get a lot of
walk -up traffic.

Well, maybe you want to tell us why
we're here.

I don't read minds.

I just exercise my legal right to
monitor my environment.

So how can I help?

Well, a manufacturer's invoice.

Put this little fellow who's coming from
your shop, and we need to know who you

sold it to.

Oh, yes, indeed. A very high -end bug.

We need a name, Mr. Corzine.

Oh, I'm sorry. It was a private, fully
legal transaction.

You don't have the right for a name. In
fact, it's none of your business.

Huh? We can get a warrant.

Yeah, and I can fight a warrant, and
we'll be dancing the cha -cha in court

a couple years.

Maybe what you're saying is you don't
have sufficient incentive yet to tell

That's well put.

You're good with words.

Hmm.

How's 100 bucks sound? 200 sounds
better.

The card is... No, no, no. I got it. I
got it.

No, no.

Here. Here.

Here.

The name.

Yvonne Wexler.

She bought six bucks, in fact.

Bob's wife?

What for?

You're gonna have to ask her. Unless my
clients tell me, I just have to lie.

Wechsler.

Can I help you?

Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Wechsler. It's
Ed Trask from Rogan & Associates.

I need to ask you a couple of questions,
ma 'am.

Um, now's really not a good time.

Mrs. Wexler!

SF3D!

Mrs.

Wexler!

Whoever

was

here, Rachel, was dumping Wexler's hard
drive onto this zip.

Yvonne?

The killer was in the middle of
downloading the contents of Yvonne

computer onto a zip drive when Rachel
and I showed up.

What the hell are these?

Emails sent to Rogan from the Wexler
family computer. Their extortion demands

claiming to have proof that Rogan
ordered Wexler's killing and he sent

up. So Yvonne Wexler knew about the
frame -up.

That's a cool way to proffer from a
husband's death.

I don't know. Let's get ahead of
ourselves because Yvonne Wexler didn't

these emails.

Then who did?

Well, that's the interesting part.

These emails didn't originate from the
Wexler family computer.

They were just sent through their
computer and made to look as if they

originated there.

Any idea who the mystery person is?

Somebody who knows Rogan's behind this
frame -up and whose high -tech know -how

is very sophisticated.

Harvey, get the bugging guy in here.

Harley Corzine?

Yeah. Let's see what he knows about
email snooping technology.

Yeah, we'll pick him up.

In the meantime, is there any way that
we can intercept the blackmailer's next

demand? I bet you're trying.

Try. Rachel? Yeah?

What's up?

Your alibi didn't check out.

So now you're checking up on me?

My mother used to say there's nothing
worse than a liar.

She believed that, and so do I.

People who lie are afraid of the truth.

What are you afraid of?

I was at the city records office. That
is not a lie. Check your facts.

I did.

He left 90 minutes before Wexler was
shot.

Where were you?

I can't say.

me in a very bad position here if you
want my help you sure as hell aren't

acting like it i want your help nash but
don't press me on this

none of this please

you

realize that your entire case may hinge
on the fact that you don't have a solid

alibi

I can't.

I'm sorry.

Morning, Eldon.

Hey, welcome aboard.

Why did you bring me here? This is your
new work furlough location.

Nice to transfer here, huh? What do you
think?

Fresh air, great view.

I hate the ocean.

Why did you bring me here?

Well, I'll level with you, Eldon. I had
you transferred here for a reason. How'd

you like to arm wrestle for me? I
wouldn't.

Why not?

Because you put me in prison.

My back still hurts from trying to choke
you.

Listen, I was just doing my job. We can
get past that, can't we? What happened

to your big man officer, Ronnie?

Oh, well, he had to go in the hospital.

Too bad.

Yeah, too bad.

Oh, look, normal work release pay is 70
cents to $2 an hour. What's Iron Mike

paying you?

A buck thirty -five.

A buck thirty -five, huh?

Tell you what, I'll pay you two ten an
hour.

I want seventeen dollars an hour.

Fifty working hours, so we guarantee it.

I want out of prison and into a halfway
house.

I want conjugal rights.

And I want you to bring me the girls,
you know, for my conjugal visits.

Are you out of your mind?

You want me, you pay me.

Is Iron Mike giving you any of these
things?

Doesn't matter.

I'm a free agent now.

The fact that you would even think about
using Eldon is beyond crazy. It's

insane. We can't let it stand. We can't
let Iron Mike walk all over us like

that. Then get Rulon back.

How?

Man, why did Ron have to get sick?

Listen to you.

Come on, Rulon's got to have a thought
so I can find it.

Well, I told you that, you know.

What are you saying? Are you saying to
me that Iron Mike can scheme better than

you? No.

What? No. I can't hear you.

No. All right.

You're right. Like I said, no problem.
I'll take care of it.

Hey, remember us?

Start something now, Renekon. You're
right. You better have a warrant.

Hey, Buck, go back up. We don't need a
warrant because we're not looking for

anything. You?

Now, how stupid do you want to be?

Mm -hmm.

That's what I thought.

With an accelerated amortization
schedule and a double payment... What

is this?

Inspector's leak in Babcock, SFPD.

Why don't you take an early lunch?

Nobody just comes in here.

Really, Neil?

Well, it's been a bad week all around.

Got some nasty e -mails for you.

Extortion's always ugly, isn't it?

I bet when you took care of Yvonne
Wexler, you just thought your problem

finished, huh? Well, that was wrong,
Neil, because Yvonne Wexler didn't send

those e -mails. Nope.

Somebody used her computer to do it.

I wish I knew what you were talking
about.

Well, Neil, we'll clarify for you.
There's a third party out there who

what you did to Bob Wexler.

Somebody who thinks he's a player.

We're just about to grab him. When we
grab him, we're going to come back and

grab you.

Well, because we're such decent guys, we
thought we'd give you a chance to tell

us everything before he does.

What do you think, Neil?

I think you've made a tremendous mistake
in coming here.

Can I have your cards, please?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Here you go.

As far as reality goes, when you set up
Rachel McCabe, you got us.

Biggest mistake of your life.

So one last chance, Neil.

Before we burn you to the ground.

Get her.

Later.

I'm going to enjoy this.

Hey, Rulon, glad you could make it. What
do you want to see me about?

Well, actually, I have a little surprise
for you.

Really? I thought you were mad at me.

Oh, come on, Rulon. Our friendship means
more than a little arm wrestling

competition.

Although the competition is very
important to me.

So what's the surprise?

Well, I did a little checking around and
I found out that you have a fiancé in

Idaho. We only get to see you, what,
every three months?

Yeah, we're saving our money up for our
wedding.

Well, I had a few extra frequent flyer
miles on me, so, uh...

Gloria!

You got her a ticket?

Nothing.

How can I ever thank you?

Hey,

hey! What do you think you're doing? I
just cleaned that!

You're fired.

What? I don't want you and I don't need
you in your list of demands. You get

nothing. Bye -bye. I'll kill you,
Dominguez.

I'll kill you!

Security tape from MCD.

Want to see it?

You tell me, do I?

Only if you haven't eaten yet.

This is exactly what the jury's going to
see. Hidden camera security video from

the parking garage where Wexler was
murdered.

Notice the date and time stamp there.

Duly noted.

Rachel uses a swipe card to drive out
what she thinks is an unobserved back

entrance. Three minutes and 12 seconds
after witnesses reported hearing a fatal

gunshot.

This isn't me. This is impossible.

Oh, it's possible, sweetheart. I wasn't
wearing those clothes on that day.

Then I guess it's a case for the fashion
police. Hey, you're supposed to be on

my side. Close it. Close it. Stop it.
All right.

They changed the time code.

You don't think that these guys can
manipulate a piece of video?

I don't know. We'll check it out.

Great. We'll call it the MCD frame -up.
Ira, get out of here.

Come over here and sit down.

Playtime's over.

Tell me what's going on, or my help ends
now.

It's complicated.

I'm fairly intelligent.

I have a daughter.

She's five.

I gave her up at birth.

I was working at Oakland General. I met
this guy, a fellow resident.

We were living in one room, surviving on
three hours of sleep a night.

I transferred to another hospital when I
found out that I was pregnant.

It was easy for me to place her. You
know, I was a doctor.

I made the right decision.

I did. I wasn't ready to raise a child.

But none day goes by that I won't think
about her.

That's where you were, with your
daughter.

I knew who the adopted parents were. I
knew that they named her Celia.

Rogan's firm does their tax work.

I came across their name while I was
there. All of their information.

The worst kind of life coincidence.

Have you tried talking to the adoptive
parents?

I've heard of some adoptive parents
making room for the...

The birth mother? No, no, that's not
what I want. I, uh... I just wanted to

see her.

I lied to you because I don't want
anybody else to know about this.

And I certainly don't want Ophelia or
her parents being dragged into a

case where I'm the suspect.

There we go.

Oh, my little trap worked.

We just intercepted the blackmailer
routing his next demand through Wexler's

address. You're smart and beautiful.

Kiss me later.

What now?

We hope you go to the change -up.

We're on.

I'll tell Nash.

Yeah.

Turn around.

Open the case.

Throw the cash in the dumpster to your
right. Then what?

Then I'll tell you what to do next.

Okay, you got yours. Where's mine?

Phone booth across the street.

Okay, he's got it.

Harvey? Yeah, I'm tracking the RF. It's
coming from the southwest.

Maybe 300 yards?

White and yellow camper at 3 o 'clock.
What do you think?

I think that sounds very promising.

Let's go.

Next time you might want to watch your
own ass a little closer.

Get up.

Come on.

Well, you've got yourself in a world of
bad news, don't you? I didn't do

anything except what I was hired to do.

Explain that.

Sorry, it's tit for tat. I need to know
where I stand.

So what are you looking for?

Full immunity.

Never going to happen.

And I ain't going to happen. Then you
get nothing.

Hey, get a clue bug, man.

Your little surveillance op must have
given you all the juicy details of

money laundering operations, too, huh?

So you let it slip to the Miami
organization and the Cleveland

we know this guy who has all the juicy
details of all their businesses.

Names, dates, amounts, accounts.

You'll be trading in your rabbit ears
for some crosshairs, won't you, Bubba?

I didn't hear anything about any money
laundering.

Don't tell us, man. We don't care.

If I was you, I'd get a bulletproof
vest.

Maybe two.

Good luck.

Okay, okay. Stop.

I've changed my view of the situation.

Okay.

Who hired you?

Yvonne Wexler. She thought her husband
had a mistress.

It was a bogus gig, but I stumbled onto
all this other stuff.

So instead of snapshots and teddies and
champagne, you'd get Rogan and Trask

plotting a rub out, huh?

Yeah, they found out that Wexler had
gone to the police and the lady cop

undercover.

So Rogan decided to get rid of them both
with a frame -up idea, and that would

give them time to hide the laundering
evidence.

And I figured, you know, blackmailing
bad guys who care.

I didn't hear about the murders until
after they were done, and I'm not that

immoral.

Don't you stay moral enough to keep the
tape and make the money off of it

instead of coming to the cops, huh?

That's right. When you do your job, I do
mine.

I gotta tell you, Harley, that just
makes me all warm and fuzzy on the

So once we close escrow on this
property, we'll be able to... SFPD, you

come in here!

You're under arrest for the murder of
Robert and Yvonne Wexler.

You really should treat your employees
better, Mr. Rogan.

You too. Let's go. I suggest that you
move your money to another accounting

firm. This one's going out of business.

Come on.

Well, Neil, Eddie, how are you?

I'm happy to report all charges have
been dropped. I did my job. I succeeded.

I got her off. I got her off, Ira.

I don't want to split hairs with you and
you get my bill in the mail. What bill?

You're doing this pro bono, bub. Sure,
for my time. But I've got payroll. I've

got lights. I've got overhead.

I've got... Ira, Ira, what are you doing
here?

Did you owe me?

Okay, what is it? What do you want? I
want to be dismissed from any further

obligation in the Rachel McCabe case.

You got it. You're fired.

Thank you very much. You're too kind.
Now, if you get Rachel to sign this

application further... Hey, Ira, your
clients are asking for you. I'd read

if I were you.

Your clients? You're handling Trask and
Rogan now, huh? Absolutely not. Just

Rogan. What is it, a second house in
Tahoe?

Condo in Maui.

Good luck.

You know you're not going to win.

Life is not about goals, Nash.

It's about the journey.

Be nice. You're a machine. You're a
killing machine, okay? Joe, you're

nervous. All right. Well, nervous is
good. You get an edge. Edge is good,

Joe, relax.

I'm not relaxing. Take some deep
breaths, okay?

Relax. Once you get broke, get the blood
flowing or something, you want

something to eat, something to drink, a
lot of liquids, you know, dehydration

causes muscle fatigue.

Joe, just relax. It's not brain surgery.

It's much more important than that.

Ow! Sorry, man.

Excuse me.

Focus, Dominguez. Focus.

What's he doing here?

I'm here to ruin your day.

Back to Ron Brunko, amigo.

Yeah.

They all know she lives in town.

Yeah, that's a real good one to know,
idiot.

Focus, Eldon, focus.

He did that to me.

God use us.

After I beat you, dog boy, I'm gonna
take care of your little friend.

Thank you for everything.