NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Insane in the Membrane - full transcript

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Look out, New Orleans.

Here's the NCIS crew.

Come on now.

Tell me how good I look.

Oh, my gosh, okay,
I had my doubts,

but I have to admit, you're
looking pretty hot, Lasalle.

I got to hand it to him.

He definitely knows how to work
what his mama gave him.

Oh! Easy, Percy!



Come on, I'm not
some piece of meat now.

You sure?

In that dress, basically,
you're filet minion.

Oh, what have here?!

Oh! - Oh!
Hey.

Wow. Hope you don't mind me
saying, Dwayne, but your legs--

I'm envious.
Thank you, Sebastian.

I thought about going
with something

a little bit more risqué,
but then, you know,

you look in the mirror,
see what you're working with,

realize that maybe
not everyone's meant

for haute couture.

My dear, you have
many other admirable attributes.

Hello, Crescent City!



Yes, welcome
to the 2015 Red Dress Run!

Let's hear it.

I want all you people,
you fine people,

to have fun today, I want you
to be safe today.

And also, do not forget

that there is
a mayoral election coming up.

So if you like...

If you like your city officials
with backsides like this...

...then Vote Hamilton!

Yeah!

All right, ladies and gentlemen,
we are off!

Last one to the finish
line buys the drinks.

Oh.

No fair! These spanks are really
restricting my movement.

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Help!

He's got a gun! Help!
Hey!

Somebody, help me!

Oh.

Someone, help me!

Why?

Why are you doing this?!

♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x06 ♪
Insane in the Membrane
Original Air Date on October 27, 2015

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Victim is Petty Office#
2nd Class Kelsey Weaver.

From her ID, Weaver
was stationed on

the Henry Knox.

Ship docked yesterday.

Must've been on liberty.

Yes, I forgo#
my work clothes.

No one's judging.

Just laughing
on the inside.

Witnesses say
they saw the Petty Officer

running through
the crowd,

screaming about some man
chasing her with a gun.

Ran into this building,
minute later, jump straight

off the rooftop, DRT.

Witnesses get a look
at the gunman?

Well, that's what's weird.
No one I could find.

That's not the only
thing that's odd.

Yeah, core temp

at time of death is 104.

So, she was sick?

Well, that's what you'd think,
but in my initial assessment,

there's no apparent irritation
to the nose

or throat, or

any other obvious sign
of illness.

We'll know more once w#
get through the full autopsy.

Ha. That's my line, dear.

All right, get with Percy,
keep looking for witnesses.

Someone had
to have seen the gunman.

No one saw the gunman.

Odder still, got access
to eight different cameras,

none of which
catch a dude with a gun.

No one was
following her.

Correctamundo.

So, what?
She imagined him?

I don't know.
Maybe we're dealing

with some kind
of mental illness.

Or she was high
on something.

Okay, Sonja, you're
with me. Chris,

contact the Knox
medical officer,

get Weaver's files sent over.

Meanwhile, we'll head
over to the morgue,

Be there when Loretta finishes
her autopsy.

Brody?
Mind if I tag along?

I have to talk
to Sebastian about something.

Sure.

More photos?
Same as the others.

Addressed to “The Jackal,”
no return address.

Images of me photoshopped

into pictures
my sister was originally in.

It's freaky.
It's deaky, actually.

I've been, uh, poring over the
original batch that you gave me,

trying to find any indication
of where they were generated.

Nothing?

Not on that front,
but I've realized

that you're not the only
thing that's been added.

This watch, that cup,
all these other things--

all not part of the original.

Is this the weirdest thing
you've ever seen?

Oh, you kidding me?

This isn't even the weirdest
thing I've seen this morning.

Doc Wade's ready.

Knows why Weaver saw a gunman
that wasn't there.

One word--

drugs. The tox screen indicated

the petty officer was high on
a potent synthetic hallucinogen.

Flakka. It's manufactured

overseas-- China,
Mexico, Pakistan.

Last year, hit the streets
of the U.S.

Oh, it's scary. It's a
similar high to cocaine,

but the user
becomes anxious, paranoid,

loses touch with reality.

And even a small overdose

can have lethal spikes
in the body temperature.

Delusions?
Absolutely.

From what I've heard, Flakka is
an epidemic centered in Florida.

I didn't realize it was
an issue here in New Orleans.

It wasn't...
until this week.

Jennifer Livingston,

35.

Isley Markland, 24.

And...

Brooks Gostin, just 18.

Now that's more flakka deaths
in a week

than this morgue has seen
in a year.

Meaning...

out of nowhere...

we got an epidemic on our hands.

They call flakka

the “Five Dollar Insanity"
for a good reason.

This dude here-- he thinks

he's the Incredible Hulk.

This lady-- she ran through

the middle of traffic
for 20 minutes,

takes off her clothes,

and then jumps
into a fountain.

Idiots, every one of 'em.

Just got off the phone
with the commander of the Knox.

He's scuttling liberty
for the time being.

Stern to bow search turned up
three ounces of flakka

in two separate packages.

They know who brought it aboard?

They'd like to...

as well as who's dealing
to our sailors.

I've got something
that might help.

That is Petty Officer
Sofia Velez.

Spoke with Weaver's C.O.

She says that Weaver and Velez
were on liberty together.

All right, go, find
out what she knows.

Weaver was the best.

Funny. She was
from Boston,

so, she was, of course#
in love with Tom Brady.

Had that great accent.

“Pahked my cah
in Hahvad Yahd”.

Well, you know
how she said “flakka”

with that charming accent?

Flakka?

What your friend died of.

Any chance
you two picked it up in the city

while you were
on liberty together?

I think you got
the wrong idea.

Really?

You wouldn't mind
taking an urinalysis test.

See, first you hydrate,
then you pee.

You can't make me do that.

Your C.O. can,
and he's our next call.

If they know I used drugs,
Navy kicks me out.

Dishonorable discharge.
I lose everything.

Not our concern.
How about this?

You tell us who
you bought from, and we'll see

what we can't work out
at Captain's Mast.

Okay.

Well, uh, see, what I heard--

not what I did,
but what I heard...

There was this big warehouse
party in the Quarter,

so Weaver... and a friend
decided to go to.

Address. Write it down.

This party you heard about--

anyone selling flakka?

Well, see... I heard...

it was a young guy,
twenties, tall, dreadlocks.

Name?
That's all I heard.

I'll look into the address.

Run the description through
the database. Meanwhile,

you got to turn two.

Hit the head.

Wait. You said
if I helped you out,

you would see what you could do.

Not our concern.
Explain it to your C.O.

Where is she? I need to know.
She gonna be okay? Tell me!

Sonja!

Clara? Clara?!

Sonja?

You all right?
Yeah.

You were pretty tough
on Petty Officer Valez.

She gave us what we needed,
she made a mistake.

She made a choice,
and choices have consequences.

All right, moving on.
I, uh, checked with NOPD,

had them look into the address
of the party. Nothing.

Warehouse was totally empty.

So here's what's interesting.

I checked the city records
about permits,

see who maybe
organized the party.

Turns out
it was a phantom company.

So, what's the interesting part?

You'll never guess whose office
signed off on the permit.

Yeah, that's my assistant's
signature, but we got a lot

of paperwork coming
through my office, Dwayne.

Well, we think it's on#
of these pop-up raves.

Got to get on a text list
to get an invite.

I'm working on that now.

Yeah, and this concerns me why?

You got four OD's,
all in your district.

You're running for mayor
as the law and order guy.

Doesn't really strike me
that you're mayoral material.

All right, now wait.
Hold on. Just-just you...

You want to call
your dog off, please?

I thought we had a truce.

Remains to be seen
if it's a longstanding one.

It's my rave contact.

I'll be back.

Uh, Look, Dwayne, nobody wants
this dealer or dealers

caught more
than yours truly, okay?

Got my weasel of an opponent
who's taking every opportunity

he can find to hang these deaths
around my neck.

Weasel? Really?

I see myself more
like a ferret.

Douglas, Dwayne.

Mr. Singh.

As for hanging things
around your neck,

the Picayune's running
a big story on flakka tomorrow.

Front page, above the fold.

Gave them a great quote
about accountability.

“Proud city. Clean city.”

You know, for somebody
who's not a politician,

you spend an awful lot
of time in city hall.

Just a local businessman
drumming up support.

Or measuring the drapes.

Drapes are for people
who need to hide things.

A Singh administration
won't have that problem.

Agent Lasalle,
hope I can count on your vote.

Don't stick yourself
with that, Agent.

We're in luck.
Party tonight.

Got an address.

Hey, check out dreads.

Could be our dealer.

Fits the description
Petty Officer Velez game.

What up, my man?

NCIS.

I didn't do nothin', man.

Yeah, you definitely
did something.

Anthony.

A lot of flakka
you got here.

Step outside, my man.

I must control the power.
I must control the power.

Yo, this fool's high
on his own supply.

Don't worry, y'all.

He got lucky.

PRIDE
Let me get this straight.

There was one guy?

He was like not human.

A monster.

But... one monster.

Why you got
to rub it in?

This, uh, monster
man have a name?

Anthony Cousins.

He dealt
to Petty Officer Weaver.

BOLO's out.

Local banger.

Got a rap sheet
long as Percy here.

Runs with the 1-1-3s.

We'll have to pay a visit
to the 1-1-3s.

Or maybe...
call out the National Guard.

Pride.
What is it?

BOLO just came back.

Thanks for the call.

Neighborhood woman found him.

She was playing
with her seven year-old.

Strangled.

More than strangled.

Garroted.

Our coroner's on the way.

Okay, so,
Anthony gets away from us.

Likely runs back
to his buddies with the 1-1-3s.

But we've made Anthony.

They decide
it's easier to shut him up.

Maybe, but a gun
could've done that.

Garroting's more personal.

It's a message.

Message from who?

Well, I can tell you this.

It wasn't the 1-1-3s.

Got another theory?

Crime matches the same M.O.
as eight other murders,

going back ten years.

All drug-related,
all garrotings.

The authorities think the killer
is a member of the Triads.

Chinese crime syndicate.

Major flakka importers.

And for the first time,
we have DNA.

How'd you manage that?

Well, garroting is

hard work, I would imagine,

especially
in the Louisiana heat.

Uh, so, not surprisingly,
our killer got a little sweaty.

And his or her perspiration
fell onto our victim's body.

DNA match in CODIS?

No hits, but that doesn't mean

the murderer
is entirely unknown.

The authorities have a name--
The Ghost.

The Ghost?

Invisible, elusive, sinister.

And responsible
for a decade-long killing spree.

Talked to the DEA and the FBI.

Every involved in investigating
The Ghost-- they got nothing.

So, what we do know?

The Ghost works
for the Triads-- major flakka

manufacturer in China.

They smuggle it
into the States,

make alliances with
the local gangs,

who do the
street-level dealing.

In this case, the local dealers
are the 1-1-3s.

So, let's find someone... alive

from the 1-1-3s and see

if they can't get us
a drop on The Ghost.

And anyone else
behind the flakka

that killed Petty
Officer Weaver.

Sebastian.
I got it.

Text Percy, tell
her to meet you.

I'm sorry. Your friend is gone.

My condolences.

Sorry it took me
so long to get here.

Look, traffic was a mess.
Why are you creeping up on me?

Walking down the hallway
isn't creeping.

Look, your definition
of creeping

and my definition of creeping
are different.

Okay, now
you're staring-creeping.

Look, people tell me
I'm an excellent listener.

Ugh!
Come on.

Don't you remember
our walk in the woods?

You opened up, shared
your thoughts and feelings?

Here I thought we had a bond.

It's an old case.

Everybody's got one.
Well, this one's mine.

And I'm gonna keep my
thoughts and feelings

to myself this time.

Wordy Nerdy awaits us.

Let me ask you this.

Are you ready
to be amahzed?

Connect The Ghost
to another crime?

No, no, no.

That would be merely
impressive, maybe fortuitous,

but not amahzing, which is

the pronunciation
of “amazing” you use

when you're about to
blow someone's dome.

Just amahze us already.

All right.
Forensic DNA Phenotyping.

Yeah, you just rocked my world.

Right? I mean,
this is next level cool.

This is cool like hyper color
in the '90s kind of cool.

What the
hell is it?

All, right, well, say
you have someone's DNA,

like from a droplet
of their sweat.

I can pinpoint genetic markers
and recreate a simulated face.

Okay, I'm not gonna lie.

I am semi-mahzed.
Mm-hmm.

But if this is so cool, why has
no one else done it before?

Well, the tech is super new.

It doesn't always work.

Certain physical
characteristics depend

on multiple gene pairings.

But when it does work...
it's amahzing.

So, this... is The Ghost?

Well, no. This is just
sort of like the beginnings

of what will eventually
become The Ghost.

But I mean, come on. How many
days did it take to build Rome?

Think it was a bunch.

Right? Then why you
giving me a hard time?

Pride's got a hit on the 1-1-3
stash house.

Keep, uh, building Rome there.

I mean, at this point,
it's just doing all the work.

Five-O! Five-O! Five-O!

Five-O!

Let's go!

Hands in the air! Now!

On the ground!
Hands where we can see 'em!

I suggest
you get on the ground.

You know what?
I think I'm good.

It's a new shirt, you know?

Now, you can send us
your dry cleaning bill.

Quite a flakka supply we found
at your stash house, Kendrick.

That what that is?

Shot caller for the 1-1-3s.

Thought you'd be more
in the know.

Where'd you get the drugs?

Well, maybe if she came over
here and, uh, sat in my lap...

might jog my memory.

Oh, that sounds super appealing,

but... pass.

Charming as you are, Kendrick,

we don't see you
as the logistics type.

You sure ain't smart enough to
make all that flakka yourself.

What we think...

Triads are your suppliers.

Specifically, someone known
as The Ghost.

Lawyer.
Oh, we can get you a lawyer.

But your drugs killed a sailor.

Louisiana law says
that's murder.

Now, you help us
find The Ghost,

we can put in a word
with the judge.

I'd rather take
the death penalty

than mess with The Ghost,
you feel me?

Now get me my damn lawyer.

I'm supposed to tell you
to build Rome faster

'cause we got a whole
lot of nothing.

Rome's coming along, just a
little slower than I thought.

But, uh, I built
the Colosseum,

I'm working on the
Trevi Fountain,

and any minute now this
puppy's gonna launch

into the Sistine Chapel.

So nothing
on The Ghost?

But not nothing at all.

Let us return for a moment
to our other project.

Do you remember when I told
you that, uh, beyond you,

there were other added
elements to the photo?

Yeah, a cup, a watch.

Right, so I isolated
the photoshopped items,

and I ran a pattern-
recognition analysis

to play “connect the dots.”

Look at this.

First I didn't know
what it meant.

But then I realized
that every photo

has a number hidden within it.

This one's seven.

Nine, one, two,
five, nine.

Yeah, I found numbers in six
of the pictures so far.

I'm working on the rest.

This is insane.

Would you say it's
“ah-mah-zingly” insane?

Oh, Rome's done.

That is the artist formerly
known as The Ghost.

Ran him through the
criminal database and nada.

So I took a little turn to
the DMV site, and hello.

Meet Roger Liu.

Chinese national.

Lived in the U.S.
the last 12 years.

No criminal record.

Runs a legitimate company
here in New Orleans--

Janco Industries,
chemical engineering.

Yeah, good cover
for importing flakka.

Yeah, but a businessman who
likes getting his hands dirty?

Yeah, sociopaths come
in all shapes and sizes.

Looks like the sociopath got
the hell out of Dodge.

Went to Liu's home,
the man is gone “pec-awhn.”

So we got a warrant
for Liu's financials.

Turns out, he's
got hidden assets

in several shell
companies.

If he's got a hideout,
we will find it.

Aw, he must have ran once he got
word of the raid on the 1-1-3s.

But there is someone who
might know where to find him.

This is security footage

from the security
camera at Liu's office.

So Liu's had a special visitor
several times this week.

Same period
as the flakka boom.

Our pal, the
councilman.

Flakka problem is based
in Hamilton's district.

Liu wants to deal
in Hamilton's backyard,

maybe he's paying
for protection.

Yeah, well, looks like
our truce is over.

You claim a strong record
on crime, Councilman.

How do you reconcile
that with the flakka

flooding into the very
districts you represent?

Well, first, I don't claim
to be strong on crime,

I am strong on crime,

as evidenced by the NOPD's
endorsement of me.

And second, I think it's
beneath you, frankly,

to seek to exploit
these recent deaths

as a way of going
for my throat.

Think it's a pretty
good tactic, actually.

Dwayne.

Uh, we happen to be
in mid-debate prep.

Can this wait?

Cannot.

It cannot, all right.

All right, um...

Everybody, just take
a five-minute break.

Chris, would you? Yeah.
Thanks.

Roger Liu.

Ring a bell?

You accusing me of something?

Giving you a chance
to come clean.

Déjà vu all
over again.

In one week, you make
three visits to his office.

Same week that flakka goes big.

And, surprise, Liu works for the
syndicate that's importing it.

I know him as a businessman

from whom I was hoping
to solicit campaign funds,

and it didn't work out.

No?

I'll give you access
to everything.

Full financial cavity search,
if that blows your skirt up.

Uh, look, I'll even, uh, arrange
another meeting with him,

and you and your
merry band of agents

can tag along
and pick him up.

He's in the wind.

You don't have a line into him?

Got a guy, Kendrick Lewis.

Kendrick Lewis--
1-1-3s.

Yeah, I know of him.

We think Kendrick
can lead us to Liu,

but he won't talk.

And what if I could help?

Kendrick's grandmother wants
into an assisted living facility

in my district.

Facility manager calls me up
for protection.

Doesn't want anybody
with gang relations.

He's afraid of retribution.

Are you suggesting...?

Well, maybe #
call him back,

see if he can open
up another room.

Convenient.

You patrol the streets...

I grease the wheels.

Percy!

Kendrick,

your grandmother's moving
into the facility tonight.

With
24-hour protection?

Yes, that's the deal.

Okay, fancy folks, now what?

Now you get off my desk.

So, again, no with the lap?

Yeah.
You're not respectful,

I look the other way, her
knee ends up in your lap.

Well, look, I got
to be straight with y'all.

Finding Liu ain't
easy, a'ight?

There's a number
to a voice mail,

I leave a message,

he contacts you
when he's ready.

Tell him you just got
out of custody.

He'll want to talk.

So I just walk out of here?

For the moment.

When Liu gets in touch,

tell him you want to meet.

The 1-1-3s have taken
a-a major hit.

You want to keep dealing...

...but you need more manpower.

Then you make
an introduction to me.

Oh, hell no.

Now, look, I spent
my entire career undercover.

Got an alias to back it up.

Even got a trap house, which is
where I'll be from now on.

I know what I'm doing.

Tracking devices.

Set the meet.

Let us know when it's happening.

We'll be there to arrest Liu.

Saw the light last night.

Did you sleep at all?

Don't sleep.

Since when?

Since my sister died.

These photos are bringing
everything back up.

I keep thinking

of the call I got
from my mother,

telling me that Emily
had been killed.

Before the call, I was
this-this Agent Afloat,

starting this new career.

Life couldn't have been better.

After the call,
I live in this world

where... I'll never see
my sister again.

If that call had to come,

if it could have come
a minute later,

five minutes later even...

Or never.

Anything to delay having
to go from before to after.

Well, that would keep me up too.

Clara just died,
and you're getting high?

Don't get all up
in my crap, Sonja.

I'm trying
to save your life, Marion!

Don't bother!

Yo, what the hell?

Yo, what's the deal, Kendrick?

He's with Liu, he's cool.

Ain't nothing cool about
surprising me in my own house.

You want to do business
with Liu? Chill.

Chillin'.

So... meeting, when?
Now.

Well, now is not a good time.

Now's your only choice.

Then now it is.

Off we go.

First, your gun, your phone.

I could pat you down
if you want.

Move.

New blood.

Welcome.

I hope, uh, Vincent
didn't frighten you.

I'm cool.

I'm told you, uh,
may be of assistance.

If moving product's
what you mean.

She works the same areas
we've been distributing.

Was I talking to you?

Got tons of access.

You got something to sell,
I got someone to buy.

Sounds excellent.

Ten pounds.

Start with that.

Now, how much is that
gonna cost me?

Get the product on the streets,
we'll talk finances later.

A'ight, then.

Think this...

Only so many mistakes
can be tolerated.

In any business.

Agreed.

Vincent, the
garrote, please.

Know the most important aspect
of any business relationship?

Trust.

Let's see if you deserve it.

- You guys got anything?
- No, we ain't heard from Percy.

No movement
on the tracking devices.

We're three minutes out.

Turning off Chef Menteur now.

Look, I'm trying
to be your dealer, all right?

Not your killer.

One in the same.

Then we have a problem.

You know... I think we might.

Short relationship we had.

Hey, yo, calm... down.

All right?

I'll do it.

Take a deep breath.

Finish it already.

Where'd they go?

They're under the dock.

NCIS. Hands in the air.

Sonja? Sonja!

All right. Ready?
Come on.

Take your time
why don't you?

Thank you.

EMTs said he's
stabilized, gonna make it.

Thank you.

I owe you one.

Just glad you're okay.

Something gnawing at me.
What?

So, when Liu gave me the drugs,

I asked him
about money, payments.

And Liu said--
and I quote--

“We'll talk finances later.”

Drug kingpin not interested
in making money?

I feel like
we're missing a big piece.

We'll go bac#
over Liu's finances.

Already on it.

Figured the newbie needed
a moment to drip dry.

Liu was super flush.
Big payments, recent.

Money that was sent all over
the globe to hide its origin.

We found where it came from.

$500,000 in a slush fund.

Political slush fund.

Political?

No, no, no. Dwayne, Dwayne,
I do not have time for this.

The debate's in an hour.

That's a snazzy-lookin#
suit, Mr. Hamilton.

All right, what is this?

I'm told that

you got your dealer,
you got your distributor.

Need one more thing:
the financier.

You kidding me?

I thought we've been
through this.

I've been nothing
but helpful.

Yes, you have.

Gonna owe me, Doug.

Excuse me, fellas.

Dwayne, hope you'll come
to the debate,

cheer me on.

There's not gonna
be a debate.

Here's your button back.

Hands behind your
back, Mr. Singh.

You're under arrest.

$500,000

from your campaign
to Roger Liu.

Traditionally,
during campaign season,

the crooks pay off
the politicians,

not the other way around.

Looks like
you rewrote the playbook.

Don't know
what you're suggesting.

We are alleging

you paid a drug dealer to swamp
Hamilton's district with flakka.

Looks bad for Hamilton,

gives a narrative
to your campaign.

“Proud city. Clean city?”

Maybe not so much.

This is ridiculous.

My guess?

Hamilton's behind this,
got someone inside my staff.

This is just politics.

No. No, Mr. Singh, it is not.

It is Isley Markland,

Jennifer Livingston,
Brooks Gostin.

US Navy Petty Officer
2nd Class Kelsey Weaver.

People have weaknesses,
make mistakes.

I can find compassion for them.

But I got no compassion...

for people who profit off
those weaknesses, who know...

that one mistake means death.

People... like you.

Those are all the numbers.

It's too short for
a phone number.

It's not a map coordinate.

Bar code, maybe a serial number?

Maybe some sort of multiple of
the Euler-Mascheroni constant?

I'm just thinking
outside the box.

Wait.

If there are nine numbers...

that could work
as an IP address.

Let me, uh, running a
permutation generator

and attach it to a
search of Web sites.

Okay, well,
there's one potential match.

A petting zoo

Also, a chiropractor, and...

Unsolved crimes Web site.

Yeah, this is a...
this is a forum

for anonymous users
to post evidence.

I've been on it before. It's...

It's legit.

Um... Merri.

Click it.

“It is our conclusion that

“the death
of Emily Anne Brody, ruled

an accident at the hands of a
drunk driver, was anything but”.

“It's further
our conclusion

“that Ms. Brody's death
should be considered

an unsolved murder”.

I'll, uh...

I'll give you some space.

See you next time.
Next time.

You bet.

Nice to see you, Agent Percy.

Who was that?

Agent out of Washington.

Mm.

Just sold my...

unofficial first drink.

Well, I was in the
office when you called,

so I was there to receive this.

Dropped off by

you favorite councilman.

Said you can wear it next year.

My new best friend.

So, what did you need
my help with?

I need your help understanding

what's been going on
the last few days.

You've been talking
to Merri and Chris.

And watching myself.

You were spooked

the moment Loretta opened
those drawers at the morgue.

You know, like I told Lasalle--

it's an old case,
it's ancient history.

I got to be honest.

Don't believe
either of those things are true.

There were three of us.

We were best friends
since we were little.

We were good kids, mostly.

Then... high school.

Boys... liquor...

drugs.

One day, we got a hold
of some coke.

What we didn't know--

the dealer cut it
with pesticides.

So one of us ended up
in the hospital.

The other one, the morgue.

And the third?

Lost touch.

It's my experience...

when you can't
shake something...

...best to look straight at it.

Say, little mama,
what's your pleasure, huh?

What you like?

Nothing you're selling.

All right, well, then,
I suggest you run along.

Man, I do what
I want when I want.

Look, tell Marion
she should call Sonja sometime.

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