Transcript
Ben: You hear something, Evans?
Eddie: You know who's visiting the city of angels?
Kim: Jesus.
Ben: We talking the second coming?
Eddie: No man, we're talking about the son of Mendoza.
Kim: He's going to want his money back. Otherwise he's going to have one pissed off supplier. Looks like our hustle is finally paying off.
Ben: You hear anything on Jess?
Kim: Nothing.
Ben: You?
Kim: If we grab Jesus, he can lead us to that arms dealer.
Ben: So fuck Jess.
Kim: You know that's not what I'm saying. Grabbing Jesus gives us leverage. As long as we have him, they won't hurt her.
Ben: So how the hell do we find Jesus?
Eddie: We tell Araña we have the Carte's feria. We know those fuckers are working together.
Ben: You have a contact?
Eddie: I know a pendejo who rolls with them, a street dealer. Name's Flaco. He'll flip no problem.
Ben: So what are we waiting for? Let's go.
Kim: Is he alone?
Eddie: Hey. We'll soon find out.
Kim: I like to know what the fuck I'm walking into.
Eddie: Where's the fun in that?
Ben: You at least know the layout of the place.
Eddie: It's your basic lowlife shithole. Craptastic kitchenette on the left, nasty-ass bathroom on the right.
Ben: Jesus, is everything a goddamn soliloquy with you?
Eddie: Pardon me for having a personality.
Kim: So how are we doing this?
Eddie: Check it out. Girl's all business.
Ben: We kick the fucking door down and introduce ourselves.
Eddie: Hey. Just doing what I do, baby.
Kim: Who the hell were you just talking to?
Eddie: Yo mammacita.
Kim: Asshole!
Eddie: DEA!
Kim: FBI!
Ben: Let me see your hands!
Eddie: Hey, Flaco, sorry for the cock block.
Kim: Date's over, mamacita.
Flaco: Hey! Shit! Don't shoot!
Ben: You know what curiosity did to the cat, chola?
Flaco: What the fuck, Eddie? Shit man, you get the shit on me bro.
Eddie: Hard to look tough when your pinga is hanging out.
Flaco: What are you staring at, momma? Get on or get out, all right? You like that shit, huh?
Eddie: I think hers is bigger.
Flaco: Very funny. You here for a reason? Or just to bust my balls?
Eddie: We want you to call Araña.
Flaco: What the fuck for?
Ben: You tell those cholos that we have the Cartel's cash and we want to meet with Jesus.
Flaco: What?
Ben: You got beans in your ears, asshole?
Eddie: Don't mind him, man. Ben here lost a little heina and now he has an attitude problem.
Kim: He's not the only one.
Eddie: So check it out. You're tight with them. Tell them we'll make a deal.
Flaco: I don't know, Eddie. They've been really pissed off lately, bro.
Eddie: So you'll make their day. Score some points. Earn some ferria.
Kim: I think Flaco's scared.
Eddie: Flaco's fine.
Flaco: I'm not fucking scared.
Ben: So make the fucking call.
Eddie: Come on, ese. Let's do this deal.
Flaco: Hey, bro. Yeah, it's Flaco, man. I got something you might be interested in, fool. This cop I know says he has the Carte's cash. Yeah. That's what he says, man. They want to deal. Okay. Later.
Ben: They interested?
Flaco: They'll let us know, all right.
Eddie: Then we better bounce. Here you go, man. You're wired for sound.
Flaco: You want me to wear a wire?
Kim: It's for your own protection.
Eddie: Choose a safe word. If something goes south, we'll know.
Ben: Maybe we'll even save your sorry ass.
Flaco: Puta. Is that safe enough?
Eddie: Nice. We're out of here. Don't worry, ese. We got your back.
Flaco: Fuck me, man.
Kim: You sure he's not playing you?
Eddi: He thinks he is, but I'm the one pulling the strings.
Ben: Come on, let's go. In the car. Turn the sucker on. Let's see if it works. He's nervous.
Eddie: You scared the little bitch.
Ben: He was born scared.
Kim: Look.
Eddie: Here we go.
Jorge: Where's the Chota?
Flaco: They took off. But they want to meet, man.
Sergio: They?
Flaco: My man from the DEA. A sister from the Bureau. Some LAPD asshole.
Sergio: So they just came to you, out of the blue?
Flaco: They know I'm connected.
Jorge: Yeah, see we heard word they got somebody inside.
Sergio: You working with the popo?
Flaco: No fucking way. I'm no puta, all right.
Kim: Let's move.
Eddie: Wait, wait.
Kim: He said Puta!
Eddie: He's just talking his way out of it.
Jorge: That's what people say, pendejo. That you're on the payroll.
Flaco: That's bullshit and you know it, man. This chota told me they want to meet with some asshole named Jesus. Puta madre!
Kim: Shit!
Ben: Sit the fuck down!
Jorge: We have to tell Jesus about this, man.
Sergio: He's not going to be happy.
Ben: They're going to lead us right to him.
Kim: Eddie, you're an asshole.
Eddie: I didn't know they were going to waste the little bitch.
Ben: We're just making lemons into lemonade, Agent Evans.
