nice of you to roll in. and nothing particular is going on around here except, maybe, your dope is gone. that's right. the biggest dope bust in the history of this department up and walked out of this locker, along with maybe my job and the two of yours if we don't get the shit back.
so here's what we're gonna do. since it was originally your case, you two guys are on point. sanchez and ruiz, you back them up with whatever they need. groans all around.
name's sinclair. internal affairs. he's our new proctologist.
enough. i.a.'s in it and there's nothing we can do about it. if any of this leaks, the shit's gonna hit our biggest fan. remember him? the mayor? he created us and you can bet your jobs, boys, he'll rip us into little cop pieces. i figure we got seventy-two hours to find the dope and keep our jobs.
so what about it?
nice and cool up there, burnett? comfy? maybe there's a new career for you in building maintenance.
two dead. a hood registered as eddie dominguez and some jane doe. but the table over there's covered in high-grade dope. sound familiar?
did you check parole? how about f.b.i. or d.e.a.? they're supposed to be compliant with our requests? and where the hell's lowrey?
the madame? what's it with this guy? it's always girls, girls, girls.
it's about fuckin' time. howard here. intercut with:
he's not here. how can i help you?
this isn't another paternity case, is it?
did this happen at the biltmore hotel?
don't hang up. lemme find him. page lowrey. find out where he is!
don't leave town. please, and don't hang up. i've got lowrey right here. he just walked in. be lowrey.
shut up and listen! she'll only talk to lowrey. she says she's our witness. that means she's our only link to the dope, not to mention my pension plan, so get on the phone. burnett accepts the phone. hand over the receiver, he does a quick lowrey impression that starts as lame and ends pretty damn convincing.
she'll only deal with mike lowrey. he tosses a brick.
not a good idea. until she i.d.s the shotters, he's mike lowrey. could take a coupla hours. could take all day. you got a computer with a modem?
burnett. i'll have francine give you the user code for the computer files and you can run pictures for the girl on lowrey's super duper computer.
easy. lowrey moves into your house. and you're on special assignment. another brick.
enough! you're him, he's you! until she makes the shooters and we get the dope back, i don't care what you have to do, just make it work! lowrey and burnett feel hammered by howard. upon retrieving his final brick, lowrey passes to burnett, who feeds back lowrey with a heel kick to the rim. and lowrey slams the ball home. they exit with howard simply staring.
yeah, yeah. it's exactly how it looks. i.a.'s shutting us down. we're all being reassigned until their investigation is over. in here. howard pushes them into --
i also got the lab report from the stuff you picked up in noah's trunk. he hands it off.
we're in the shit, boys. and there ain't gonna be any more time cards for this unit unless somebody pulls a miracle out of their ass.
it's about fuckin' time.
but you found the dope, right? so let's go get it back. a bicycle bell rings. heads turn. and here comes a boy on his bike, serpentining his way through the maze of cars and cops until he gets to lowrey, burnett, and howard.
how's this? i'll kill the little prick for you. that's cuz you're already dead. okay, you guys. put 'em back in the lockers.
swish. then he turns to sinclair, who stands only feet away.
investigate that, asshole.