 Looks like this will be a cool breeze. Get the hook up. Field's mine. What? What are you doing? Al from the hood. See you haven't grown an ounce, wife. Hey! Detective Stens! In a while, huh? Inspectors. Same shit. Key dog. Your mug's familiar too. Come on. Spit it out. I'm waiting. Left for Atlanta. Looking for a slice of happy. Al from the hood. See you haven't grown an ounce, wife. Hey! Detective Stens! I'm looking for a slice of happiness. Yes, you didn't find it. I've always maintained it's the same for all you termites at Haywood. Born here, lived here, died here. Looks like I was right. Rat got your tongue? Come on, Stens. Give us a break, huh? You lock us up? I just jerk off till trial. And then what? Worst case? We get some months. You know, standing room only nowadays in a lot there. You know, they'll probably be out early. Are these the thieves? Forty or three trash. Got them in custody, Mr. Fujioka. We'll be taking them now. It's a waste of effort. I have no time to testify or play it on investigation. Suggesting we let them go, sir? I suggest you toss them in the sea. Cuff legs broken so this trash doesn't float.