Marcus: What are you？A cop or a model？
Mike: What are you talking about, man? Put something on and I like looking good. What?
Marcus: Oh.
Mike: Hey, don’t hate the player. I hate the game.
Marcus: What a teller!
Bodyguard: Your brother would love to talk to you, on the street.
Tapia: What’s going on?
Syd: You guys are trying to blow up my case or just insane?
Marcus: You don’t want to take a little deep with a Kubano maniac.
Syd: How did you know this?
Mike: We are the wire in that house.
Syd: You two have a warm for that wire?
Marcus: We fucked that, OK? You don’t know the kind of danger that you ain’t see it.
Syd: I am fully aware and I am fully capable of what I’m doing, because I’m not your baby sister any more.
Marcus: For the DAUAN but a honey cop.
Syd: What did you say?
Marcus: That’s why you got the job. Cause you look good in a bathing suit.
Mike: All right, let’s sit down somewhere.
Mike: Now Syd, there’s some shit you need to know. Johnny Tapia’s cut that Russian’s balls in his mom’s kitchen.
Marcus: In the kitchen, Syd. You found that severed thing about a crap pot!
Mike: You’re about to be in the middle of a drug war.
Syd: No disrespect. But Miami PDA has arrested this guy twelve times no convictions. Aren’t guys hanging back and let us bring him down? Marcus, I need this, OK? And I’m this close.
Marcus: What’s “this close”?
Syd: I’m now in charge of the money launching for the entire operation. In a month or two we’ll have enough four convictions for this and the whole thing would be over.
Mike: What about a day or two? That sounds better? Marcus and I think we’ve found the key to Tapia’s whole operation.
Marcus: Yeah, I’m saying now, just stuck, right?
Mike: Can’t talk out the job, Damn!
Mike: Look, we got this pack of wood that can put this down with the transport end of Tapia’s operation. Do you want in?
Marcus: Mike, what would you say…?
Syd: When?
Mike: Tonight.
Syd: Page me. Shall I bring my phone?
Marcus: Ah…
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