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- Hey.

[soft tense music]

Just relax, all right?

I'm gonna move real slow.

♪ ♪

How ya doing?

I'm Officer Sandy Goodnight,

and I want everybody to go home from this OK, all right?

So I've got a question for you.

Can you be cool?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Good.

Good, that's what I was hoping to hear.

I'ma come over there,

and then you gon' get out the car, OK?

So don't--I don't want to play that game anymore.

All right. Thank you.

See, I think you-- I think you--

Tiana, I think you playing.

I think you playing with me.

You gon' stop?

You promise?

- Come on, come on. - Promise?

I can come up there? - Come on.

- OK.

I went backwards that time!

OK? See, you making the rules up.

- All right, snow cone, snow cone.

- Yes. - The snow cone man is here.

What can I get for you, baby?

- OK.

I'ma dare to be different.

Let me get a apricot.

- Apricot?

Come on. I'm telling you,

nobody in the hell will drink this apricot.

This is terrible right here. - OK.

- I don't even know how you seen that.

I had it in the back. - Right, OK.

- Listen to me. Listen-- - What's--

what do most people get? - Listen to me.

- Yeah. - You got beautiful eyes.

Come on, let it flow. - All right.

- What are we finna do here?

- I'ma just-- - Just look at the flavor.

- Is it OK if I just put my hands over...

- Right, right. - And see where

the Lord sends me?

- I see where you going with it.

I see where you going with it.

Let's roll with it. Let's go, baby.

Let's go. We finna make this happen.

- What's right here?

- Pina colada.

- Nada.

- Young lady, you don't have any idea

how much trouble you're in right now!

- Ah, ha.

- Young man, hey, hey, stop filming this.

Don't film this, all right? Go inside.

Everybody go inside for your own safety.

- No, don't listen to him. Film it.

Film it because I look good. - Go inside, do your homework.

Did you finish the math problems?

- Don't listen to him.

- You finish those math problems?

Did you show your work? - Stop. Look--

put the camera back on me. - Huh?

Go back and show your work.

Hey, you know what you're being right now?

You know what? You're being a thug.

- A thug? - A thug.

- I ain't no thug. I'm in the eighth grade.

- You a eighth grade thug.

You know what? I'm sorry. It's OK.

Hey, hey, whoa. Stop, stop, stop.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. [chuckles]

Ha-ha-ha. [laughs]

Oh, man.

I ain't even mad.

I'm not mad.

I, uh--

Gosh, I remember being that young.

How y'all doing? Hey.

We just having fun. Y'all want to go inside?

You can go inside if you want to.

You ain't got to watch this.

Yeah, but I remember being in eighth grade.

We had fun. We--was that Demonte?

Who was I with when-- who was--

who, who--who was I with when I put--

- Bye, hoe ass nigga. - No!

- I'll miss you as I float yo shit down LSD.

Stay in school, kids! Fuck 12! [heroic music]

[police siren wailing]

- What was that supposed to do?

- I don't know.

I mean, I guess I thought it would

fly through the air,

perfect spiral, right? Go through the window,

hit her head, knock her out, and then she would

woozily veer the car to the side and, uh,

safely collide with a tree.

- I was gone for two minutes, Goodnight, two minutes.

- Yeah, shit went south real fast.

- ♪ I was born on the South Side ♪

♪ I was raised on the South Side ♪

♪ Everybody stood together like we in a line ♪

♪ 'Cause it ain't no side like the South Side ♪

♪ On the South Side ♪

♪ South Side! ♪

- Report cards have been really strong y'all.

We're proud of you. Keep it up.

- And the word for today is success.

Come on, now. I really need to hear it.

- Success.

- Success. - Success.

together: Success!

- Everything was really delicious.

- Unfortunately, Gustav, it doesn't change the fact

that you're two years late on your payment

due to a lack of-- - Success!

- Wrong way, son.

- We will be taking this table.

- Wait, hold on now. OK.

We fed you hoping we'd be able to keep our stuff.

We made you grits during the week.

- That's a weekend food.

- And it was really good too. Thanks, again.

- Daddy, I think that we all like having a table.

Chairs too. - Hold on, now.

It's gon' be OK, kids.

Hey, how about this?

Name some imaginary things.

- Um, berries, Wakanda-- - Exactly.

And there's another imaginary thing

called a credit score.

It's a dark magic, and they tell you

that it'll bring anything you could dream of,

every wish granted, like that.

- Oh, wait. No, no, no. Hold on.

The plant is ours.

It's ours?

- May I be excused?

- Guess we can't eat forever.

Sure thing, son.

- Oh, well, I'm surprised you're not taking

the kitchen sink too.

- Uh, not the kitchen sink.

- Hurry up! Go brush your teeth, Demerio!

Quick! Just do the front!

Don't even worry about the back.

- You know what?

I'm going to take the kids to school.

We still got a car, right?

- Yeah, we got a car.

Yeah, yeah, of course, we got a car, baby.

Come on. This is Gustav. This the man you love.

That's my boy. [chuckles]

And remember, son,

don't let anything stand in your way.

- Whoa, sorry, little man.

I need to go ahead and stand in your way

for one more second.

Turn around real quick. Let me check your bag.

- TI-81?

- Yep, got it. - Got it.

- But I have a test today.

- Hey, all the best math

is solved right here.

For example, if you have one calculator

and that calculator's taken away,

how many calculators do you have?

- Zero?

- You ready.

- Bye, son. - Have a good day at school.

- Bye! - Be successful.

Be successful, son.

- Use somebody else's calculator.

- What the hell are y'all doing, man?

This is an atrocity.

Look around you.

You're tearing this family to shreds.

To shreds!

Now this guy, his heart's not in it.

He's a good man.

I can tell.

He just has no other choices.

That's the only reason that he's here.

But you--

- I hate this fucking job.

You think I want to be doing this?

- Then quit!

Right now, right here, in this place!

- Child support. - Upsy-daisy.

- That's what I thought.

You a sick man.

Now me, I might be irresponsible, maybe.

But you? You heartless!

- Fuck that dude talking about heartless.

- Damn, broke ass Gustav

really got you in your feelings, bro.

- Man, I wish I was heartless.

If I was heartless,

when people on the street ask me for money,

I wouldn't make an effort to pat my pockets

and say, "I'll get you tomorrow.

Joey just got me at the gas station, you dig?"

- Yeah, that is nice of you.

- Goddamn it! Cocksucker, motherfucker. Fuck my life.

- Swear words like a motherfucker.

- Sorry to interrupt, guys,

but one of your fellow coworkers

has put all our lives at risk. - Who is that?

- I just thought you should know.

- Who are you talking about?

- Tell 'em, Salathiel! - Shit.

- What the fuck?

This nigga snuck in the wrong-- - You're not blending in, bruh.

- Yeah, what the fuck is going on, Greg the Marine?

- Well that's just it.

My name isn't Greg.

all: What?

- I was never in the Marines.

[all exclaim] - Oh, hell no.

- So you just a liar?

- But I was in the army.

[all clamoring]

- Liar, liar, pants on fire. - Greg, dolla-dolla, whatever.

- Right out of boot,

they stationed me at Camp Dodge, Iowa.

Happiest place on Earth, my ass.

I got stuck working at the Ammo Supply Depot,

basically a big ass warehouse.

- Probably lying right now.

- I got so bored.

All day, every day. The minutes dragged on.

It's like time flowed in reverse.

- That's not mathematically possible.

- That makes sense. - So he said fuck it

and just skedaddled ass out of there.

Went AWOL.

Goodbye, Salathiel Lavelle.

Hello, Greg the Marine.

And my goofy ass fell for it.

- You kinda look goofy.

- I woulda let go of Salathiel too.

[knocking on door]

- Oh, shit. This is real.

- Uh, yup, fuck this.

- What? - You talking a lot, girl.

- OK, see, no, we can't be going to jail.

Let me tell you something, whatever the fuck your name is.

I visit jail, I don't go there. I'm out.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.

Sit down, you're looking suspicious and shit.

Sit down.

- I was gon' to leave, I wasn't gon' snitch.

- But look, it's not the end of the world.

There's a statute of limitations on desertion.

At 1400, I'm a free man.

- What the fuck time is that?

- That's 2:00. - It's 4:00, come on.

- All I need to do

is buy a few hours. That's it.

- And you brought your ass here?

- Yeah. - Why not just try to blend

yourself in on 47 somewhere? - Right.

- There's so much to do on that one strip.

So many crackheads, so many bucket boys.

- Could've went on the red line.

My uncle, he ride the red line all fucking day

to avoid responsibilities. - Her uncle up on the red line.

- These are all such good suggestions.

- Nigga, don't be in agreeance with us!

Goddamn, you trying to get us arrested.

[mid-tempo music]

♪ ♪

- It's your boy's fault. He was looking at

her and her girl sideways, talking about,

"You kids have a eye problem?"

- That is not true!

- Then he gon' get out the car

and came over to everyone talking about how

staring at people could cause insecurities or some shit.

And that's when what's her name hopped in.

- OK, OK, so what is her name?

- Oh, we don't know her.

That's Kanika's play cousin from Olympia Fields.

- Fucking play cousins.

- Private. [speaking indistinctly]

[phone ringing]

- Look, I like Greg. He's a hard worker.

But yeah, let's tell them he's hiding in the basement.

Sure, they'll perp walk him through the store,

but if we're lucky, they'll put one of those

military bags over his head

so we won't have to make eye contact with him.

- Why didn't you just do a background check?

- It's the only way we get employees.

Bottom line it for me, guys.

What's our exposure here? - "Our"?

You're the one harboring a fugitive.

You're the one violating labor laws.

And I assume you're paying him under the table?

- But that is our table.

- Mm?

- That's not the point.

- No, but I'm saying.

I put the money under the table,

I walk out of the room,

then he goes in the room.

- Yo ass going to jail.

- Mm! - You're going to jail.

- Simon, for reasons I can't disclose,

my fate might be tied to Greg's.

As a worker who's had a good idea or two,

I was hoping that you can lend me one.

I'm afraid.

There, I'm not afraid to say that I'm afraid.

- Q. It's Q, right?

I would lend you an idea if I cared about you or Greg,

but apparently I don't care about shit,

per an individual named Gustav. - [chuckles]

- K, please. Talk to your boy. What I feel, you feel.

If I go to jail, you'll basically

be going to jail too. - Shit, I'd finally be free.

- Kareem, I'm going to die. - [sighs]

So there's no way you gon' help, bro?

- Not in this universe.

- What if it was a different universe?

A opposite world where gangbangers were courteous

and the elderly did drive-bys?

- Huh. In that hypothetical, shit.

I don't know. I would tell those dudes outside,

um, we got bedbugs,

and you got to fumigate.

- Fuck you, you stupid ass bitch.

That's a terrible fucking idea.

- You thinking barbecue? - I don't want something--

yeah, hey.

We're looking for Salathiel Lavelle...

- We got bed bugs. - We think he works here.

- Will, get the party machine from the DJ equipment

and then smoke the store, OK?

I need you to hotbox this motherfucker.

Thank you very much.

Tie it. - OK.

- Might be going by his alias Greg Tangerine

or Michael C. Jordan

or Scottie Pippen of the Shire,

Dennis Rodman Clinton, Steve Kerfluffle,

Tony Two Cock. - OK, good.

- No, I 100% do not employ

anyone under those names.

- It's a fake name. - Yeah, it sounds fake.

- Oh!

You mean G Reg.

Look, the problem is, we have bedbugs.

You know, just a second.

- You're gon' put the sheets on the windows.

They already got bobby pins on them,

just attach 'em to the hooks.

- Just use the Perzican X tablets

and drop them in the solution. Wait for it to fizzle.

Try not to breathe that shit in, please.

- Where the hell the Perzican tabs?

- I think he just made that up. They don't exist.

- Listen, man, I get it. I see what you're doing.

I love furniture, I'm a furniture guy.

- Big fan. [police siren chirps]

- Why are they getting involved?

- Local PD has to do the arrest.

- All right, what's the fucking problem here?

- He says they've got bedbugs.

- Bedbugs? - The fuck?

- Make a hole, ladies.

- No, no, no! I'm out.

- What are you doing?

- I do not fuck with bedbugs, man.

They touch you, you can't get rid of them.

My mom bought me a comforter set

when I was nine from Pilsen.

Beautiful set. It was hand-stitched.

We didn't know the horrors that lived with those sheets.

That night I looked under my blankets

and saw thousands of eyes staring back at me,

laughing at me, feasting,

making love.

- OK, can we not do this right now?

- I don't want to fight either.

But if you go into that store,

this partnership is over. - Marty.

- Quentin Clark Wierzbowski.

If you go in there, I am filing the papers.

- Really? You're gonna play that card?

You're gonna do that?

How many fucking bedbugs are we talking about?

- I didn't count. There's probably a colony,

maybe two colonies.

The stuff we use is pretty powerful.

It actually dissolves them.

So hopefully there's none

by the time we finish the extermination.

- They're so small.

Our guns don't work on them.

- So what's the fucking plan here guys?

- OK, I don't think there are any bedbugs in there.

But my partner's skeevin' out, so I'm going to call HQ

and order a couple of hazmat suits.

If I go in there and there's not a swarm of bedbugs,

I'm arresting your ass for obstruction.

[dramatic music]

- Go find me some fucking bedbugs.

- I'm telling everybody.

- Mm-hmm, well, go ahead, get it out of your system.

- OK. You're lucky I love you

'cause this story would've had the whole precinct rolling.

- Thanks for your discretion.

- I get it, you know? Ha-ha!

You wish you had a better partner, right?

Wish you were dealing with somebody

who was a little more on your level.

Well, you don't.

I am sorry that I am just a human being.

- OK, hush.

Look, girl.

I think the kid was just fucking with him.

So the car is probably abandoned

somewhere around here.

- I ain't around y'all.

Let me widen my window.

This is so weird. - What?

- It says my package was delivered but I'm not home.

- Bitch! Focus.

- Help me, Turner!

Help me to help you.

Because if you want a partner this great,

baby, you got to make it.

'Cause, baby, I'm flawed, OK?

Sorry, I'm a human being who's flawed.

- I'm getting a O trace.

It says the car was heading north

on Lakeshore Drive, but then it disappeared.

- Oh, I know where the car is.

Goodnight, come on, come on.

- I actually kinda like that guy.

[mid-tempo music]

- You know, on our way over here, I was thinking.

I've held myself back for too long being nice.

The growth at all cost business model

does not afford one the luxury of ethics.

Niggas want me to be heartless, I'm heartless.

- I don't want you to be heartless.

- Shh! The streets do.

Oh.

No, you didn't. - Yeah, yeah.

- You didn't. - Yeah, yeah.

This is where they invented trains, OK?

And I'm not talking about choo-choo.

I'm talking about ooh-ooh.

Three on ones, eight on ones,

11 on threes.

There's actually a mathematical formula

that distinguishes a train

from a traditional threesome.

- But do you think they have bedbugs here?

- If they have to say "no pests..."

together: Pests.

- Ooh, whoo! Three on three.

There some hoes in this house.

- Hey. - Hey!

How's it going? - Nigel? How's it going?

- Hey there, fellas.

You're just in time for the continental buffet.

I hope you all brought your appetites.

- What you got going? - Little bit of everything.

Malt-O-Meal, coleslaw, cabbage,

uh, raisins and peas, juicy mac and cheese.

And of course, the piece de resistance,

my famous clam chowder.

Everybody on Yelp talk about it.

- You know something, Nige?

I think I'ma try some of that chowder.

- Yes. Expires tomorrow, so eat as much as you want.

- [whispering] K, don't put that shit in your body!

- [whispering] Oh, so you do care?

- No, I don't. Eat up. - I will.

- Slurp away, slut.

- Hey, I need you to follow my lead.

- Oh, my God. Follow your lead?

You gon' be dead in a week.

- Hey, Nigel, buddy.

We're from vector control,

a regional flea, tick, and bedbug office.

- Oh, no. RTFBO?

We got pests again? - Oh, hey.

Who are these strapping young roughnecks?

Look, y'all are lucky they don't let us

run trains here no more, OK?

- Uh, technically, you plus us would be a threesome,

mathematically speaking.

- Oh, and smart too.

Excuse me. OK, then.

- Helen used to be my sister. She writes the checks.

These men are here to check for bugs.

- Nigel, my brother,

I'ma need you to show me your nastiest room.

- [gasps, coughs]

[tense hip-hop music]

[wet squishing] - Oh.

- Oh, God.

♪ ♪

- [coughing] - Yeah, we definitely gon' find

some bedbugs in this motherfucker.

- Hurry up.

♪ ♪

- That's right. Go ahead and get a lot of these push-ups in,

'cause you have to be strong when you go to jail.

- I only had a few hours left before they couldn't touch me.

But now-- - Mm.

'Cause time is so precious. - Right?

There's so much I never did.

So much yet to do.

Truthfully... [sighs]

I kind of wish I got to know you a little better.

- I mean, I guess I don't hate that.

- Well, maybe we get through this,

we can grab a bite.

- Oh, my God.

Are you trying to fuck right now?

Is that why you got your little titties out?

Ew! - I'm going to jail!

- Bingo.

- Oh. OK, OK.

Hey, uh, K,

if you get one of those motherfuckers on you,

I swear to God we're gon' burn

your clothes, your drawers,

and the damn truck. Be careful.

- Now how do I catch you, my fast little friend?

Ooh, here we go.

I mean "friends." It's a whole crew over here.

- Oh, uh-uh.

Call Richard down here to fumigate now.

Gon' tell me them roaches was just seasonal.

I mean, at least we got that buffet.

At least we are feeding these guests.

- [stomach rumbling] Yeah.

Y'all should probably stop doing that too.

- Oh, somebody's stomach fucked up?

- Do you care? - Zero fucks.

- Richard said he'd get over here

and kill them bugs dead as soon as he get free.

- Well when is that gon' be?

- Next week, most likely. - What?

- It'll be 300.

- Oh, nah, I can't afford that.

- Oh, hold on, if I may.

Uh, you ain't got to spend 300.

I could do it right now for only 10% more,

which is a deal.

- How you gon' do that, sexy?

- Real easy.

Bedbugs die when they're exposed

to temperatures over 130.

All I need is a box fan,

as well as those waffle irons downstairs next to the slop.

- Let's just go and get this done now.

Keisha, I told you no customers till 4:00.

And I'm going last.

That's how I like it. - Hey, Keisha.

- We ain't got time for that shit.

We got to get this bug back to RTO.

Greg's life is on the line.

- Fuck Greg! I'm sick of this shit.

That motherfucker don't matter to me.

I'm heartless. Don't you remember me saying that shit

five minutes ago? What he should have done was

find a fucking corpse, put it in a car,

push said car off the cliff.

Then climb on down,

take the teeth out of his mouth,

put them in that corpse. Problem would have been solved.

But guess what? He didn't ask me.

All I want to get is this motherfucking check.

- Yes!

- Oh, I thought you were saying "chowder."

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [shouting]

You fuckers!

Sit on your paint stick, fuckers!

[tires screeching]

I only got one payment left on this, you son of a bitch!

[screaming]

You fuckers!

- Just because we call your number,

it don't mean you got to bum rush the window, all right?

And it definitely don't mean you getting your car back.

And I don't want to hear no sob stories about,

"I got to pick the grandkids up from school" and all this.

They can walk. I walked 60 miles to school

in plastic shoes when I was a kid.

- That's right. If they can walk, they can make it.

Excuse me. My man, police business.

Why don't you go ahead and step over here for me.

"Magistrate."

All right, that's a pretty big title.

How you doing, man?

- You got a number? - Yeah, 5-0. [chuckles]

- [chuckles] Yeah, we ain't got no numbers like that.

- OK, we gon' do this like this.

All right, you know what? These your numbers over here?

OK, all right.

Let's see what we got in here. We got K21, J12, B2.

Here's a, uh--a block, OK.

Anybody got block? Nobody got block, all right.

I know who's next.

It's Chinese finger trap, right?

Chinese finger trap's next?

OK, not that one.

Oh, hacky sack. That's not a number.

Oh, here we go. All right, here we go.

- Wow. - Got it, that's my number.

OK, yep.

B4. Call B4.

There you go. B4 is the next number you need to call.

- Ooh, hacky sack.

Hacky sack is next.

- Hey, it's my lucky day!

- It's not your lucky day.

It's your day to sit down. - Oh, my God.

- You see this?

Don't have me get activated,

and don't have me get active.

Sit down before you hurt somebody with them glasses.

Let me tell you something.

This is an official police matter, sir, OK?

We think that our vehicle was mistakenly

brought to this facility,

so I need you to go ahead and buzz that door.

Let me back there, I'll get my keys.

- I just want you to look over there.

You see that dude in the corner?

That's Ayo Dosunmu.

- That name sounds familiar. Why do I know that name?

- Morgan Park High.

- Plays for the Bulls. - Plays for the Bulls.

A guy like me used to sneak into U of I every week

just to watch him practice.

As a matter of fact, I bet you didn't know

that his name means "joy" in Yoruba.

And I've been taking Yoruba lessons every week

for a day like this, because I love him.

I love Ayo Dosunmu.

I mean, you know, as a matter of fact,

I probably had his car towed on purpose

just so I could get close to him.

He ain't getting his car back,

that definitely, probably, surely,

almost for surely the dibbly-dobbly means

you ain't getting yours back. [chuckles]

- You know what? What about this?

Boom. Oh, sorry, everybody. It's--

OK, don't cut-- don't do that again.

Sorry folks, it's 10% darker in here

because this man don't know how to act. I apologize.

- Don't cut the lights. I cut--I cut it off.

Stop it.

Lights are gon' stay off-- stop it.

Come on. - All right, that's enough.

- Sorry, folks. Sorry, folks. It's his fault.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Goodnight, no, no, no. Nuh-uh. That's enough.

- Little bit of power! Little bit of power.

Any little bit of power somebody gets,

they got to go crazy.

- Can y'all just give us a minute, please?

Skaduts? - Why? Stay here.

- Move. - This ain't private.

- Hey, shh. - What?

- OK, look. I know you want to slap some heads around,

but this is going to take some finesse.

Now do you want to make him look bad,

or do you want to get our car back?

- I want both.

- Well, let's just focus on the priorities.

- Oh, priorities.

You know what your only priority is?

Doing whatever the fuck you want to do, all the time.

And I guess I just go along with it, don't I?

"Hey, Goodnight. Oh, oh there's a snow cone place.

"Let's stop in this random ass hood neighborhood

"in the hood and get a snow cone.

Oh, coconut and blue. Blue is my favorite flavor."

Blue is not even a flavor. - You see, there you go again

showing me that you're not from Chicago

because blue is a fucking flavor.

- So is red.

- Oh, you son of a-- - And you know what?

Who told you to get out the car and act an ass anyway?

- Nobody told me not to.

- OK, great. I'll fix it, as per usual.

- Hey, my man, what time you get off work?

- He's not going to do shit. - I surely am.

Watch me. - Just, OK.

Hey. Let's just reset, OK?

[sighs] Hey. - The big thing is is that

whenever we get a police cruiser,

we got to alert central command, call your captain,

you know, just have him send some verification.

- Right, right, right. You talkin' about--

whoa, whoa, whoa, now. Talking about calling this

and alerting that and this and that.

And no, no, no, no. OK.

All right. All right.

Damn, I'm hungry.

I only ate a half a pickle today.

Wait, does Portillo's deliver down here?

- Just make sure you order from the Portillo's on Ontario.

The one on Taylor Street be stingy with the peppers.

- Ooh, you right, you right.

Wait, do you want some? I mean, it's my treat.

- Mm, mm, mm! Oh, hell yeah.

I'm gon' do the double dipped. Double dip, please.

- All right, I got you. I got you, big man.

- Ah, we should get Ayo to pay for it, old rich ass.

- I left my wallet in the car.

Oh, lying ass too.

Wallet's not in there, we checked.

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♪ ♪

- You might do some time,

but I'm proud of you, man. Seriously.

You ain't fold. You stood up for Greg.

- Well, Salathiel or whatever his name is.

- Fuck that nigga.

[echoing heartbeats]

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

[coughing]

- Q.

- [muffled screaming]

- Thank you, Jesus.

See, I told you.

- Nasty little fuckers.

- We still want to search for Salathiel.

Right now-- - Nope, time's up.

- Oh, thank god.

What you thinking? Greek, Italian?

- [indistinct] - Hey, what's good around here?

- What you prefer, blue or red?

- Did the right thing.

- And now I got bedbugs.

- Ah, sorry.

- [grunting]

Yeah.

So, it'd go a little something like that.

- OK, well thank you for showing me that.

I'ma take this back to my team, and then we will discuss.

- That's all I ask.

- It's good, ain't it? - Mm.

Well, you just lucky I was starving.

Mm.

By the way,

saw your partner roaming around the lot on camera.

We have a real live centaur that protects these grounds.

Half man, half horse, carries a trident.

You ain't lived 'till you see him feed.

Want me to let him out? - No.

- He gon' savage your partner.

- My partner's fine, OK? He's loyal.

It's hard to come by. - You sure?

There go the centaur right there.

Hey, Freddy!

[shouts]

- Um, that's just a man with a fat ass.

- Mythical!

- I don't know how you did that, but nice job.

Back door was the only one open,

so I'm kind of trapped.

Soon as we get out of here, pull over for me

so I can get out. This is good.

You can pull over right here.

Turner, pull over right there. Turner?

Turner!

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♪ Everything, everything, girl, is going my way ♪

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