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My boy said you could hook me up.

I don't know you.

Come on, bro, I could use an ounce if you got it.

I don't know what you're talking about, man.

How about... no the ocean would be nice,

but let's give the first room a shot. Come on.

Hey, how long you been dyeing your hair?

- Come on. - Put your arm around here.

Come on, smile Hester, with teeth.

What you doing Saturday?

- Now grab her tit. - Knock it off.

Shit!

- Damn it! - Relax, Dane can handle himself.

- Who are these two punks? - Let's go.

I don't want a 50, I need an ounce.

That's too much, I don't carry that.

What's wrong with you?

- I'm strung out. - Strung out?

You playing with me?

- 'Cause you smell like a cop. - Nah, man.

Police, don't move!

Drop the gun, asshole!

- Don't move, you hear me? - Get off of me!

- You alright? - Get off me!

- Yeah. - Grab his gun!

Got it.

OK, hey, listen up buddy, here's the deal,

when a police officer tells you to stop moving, you stop moving!

- Oh shit, county police! - Get down on the ground!

On the ground now!

Put your hands behind your head.

- Dane? - Yeah?

Hands behind your head!

Oh, boy.

- Oh, boy. -

- - Yeah, shut up. Let's go.

You're cut off, buddy.

Cheers, partner, good work.

Cheers, Dane.

Looks like every politician in the county's here tonight.

They like cops when we make headlines.

Yeah.

Fan of yours?

She's just after me for a ride on my Harley.

Is there any female in the Ocean County PD

who hasn't gotten to ride on your Harley?

Just one.

Hey, Dane.

- Good work. - Thanks, chief.

You met Bryan Kelder? He was just elected freeholder.

- Ah, congratulations. - Thank you.

The board of freeholders is proud of our excellent police force.

Well this is my excellent partner, Laurel Hester.

- How do you do? - Nice to meet you.

My daughter here wants to be a detective.

Good for you, it's a good job, but it's not what you see on TV.

I know.

- It was good to meet you. - Good to meet you.

That low-life you busted,

you think he might give us a lead on a double homicide in Brick?

It's possible, he certainly ran his share of coke through Brick.

Why don't you give us a crack at it?

- We'll tail him. - It's your case.

To Ocean County's finest!

Get it, Stace, come on.

Come on, Stace!

- Nice serve. - Oh, Oh, whoa.

That's what I'm talking about!

You almost had it, it's OK.

It's OK at least you're trying.

- I haven't played since high school. - I know.

Alright, chin up, alright come on. Round two!

Let's go right here.

Who's the um, the new girls, the one with the hair.

She can't play for shit.

That's your hole, OK? Make her eat it, make her eat it.

Go, go, go, go, good!

Aw, shoot!

Whoa, what kind of bullshit serve was that?

Point time, ladies, point time.

We suck this year.

[MAN ON RADIO CALLING A FOOTBALL GAME]

Well, there goes the princess.

- Hey, it's now or never. - Shut up. Shut up.

- Hey- - Hey-

Hey, you leaving?

Oh, yeah, all kinds of work to do, it's a long drive home.

- Where's that? - Ocean County, New Jersey.

Damn.

You drove all the way out here to play volleyball and you don't even like it?

Uh, every now and then I think you should go out and...

- Try and meet someone? - Yeah.

They don't have girls in Jersey?

It's not that.

People know me back home, it's hard to go out and have privacy.

I should go.

OK.

Can I have your number?

Um...

- I don't have any paper. - Just write it on my arm.

I'm Stacie.

I'll give you my cell.

If I'm working, probably won't answer.

And if anyone asks where we met,

please don't mention it.

Laurel.

You have a lot of rules, Laurel.

Yeah, I've been told that.

- What, what, what? - Hey!

- -

This still get you going? Spying on junkies?

Huh?

Come on, he's never gonna lead us to the shooters.

Maybe his girl will.

Hello?

Um, it's Stacy from volleyball.

Listen, I can't talk right now.

Go right ahead, we're not doing anything important.

Just your run of the mill double homicide investigation.

Shut up, I can't hear.

Maybe I should get out of the car, give you some privacy.

When?

Can I call you later?

OK, bye.

You got a date?

Yeah, I do.

Something serious?

I'll let you know, I'll call you after.

- Here's a soda and a straw... - Thanks.

- Let me pay you for that. - Oh, no.

Thank you.

- You look great. - You look great.

You know, I'm significantly older than you.

Yeah?

Do you dance?

Not to this, I hate country music.

- I guess this was a... - No.

- A Bad idea. - No, sorry.

That came out wrong, I, you know,

I don't date much so I don't know how to be smooth or whatever.

You don't, you don't have to be smooth with me.

But if you're really sorry,

and you want to make it up to me...

Oh, come on. No, I'll make a fool of myself.

No, you won't, trust me, trust me.

Take my hand, put your other hand on my shoulder.

Shuffle, step, step.

Shuffle, shuffle, step, step.

I don't like going backwards.

I'll guide you.

You hate giving up control, don't you?

Yeah, I hate it.

We'll have to work on that.

I need a break. Uh, you want a beer?

- I'll get you beer. - Sure, yeah.

Hey! What's the matter?

Oh, it was just hot in there, I wanted to get some air.

That was weird. What are you, are you trying to ditch me?

No. Of course not, no.

Uh, want to go look at the water?

Sure.

I always, uh, I always feel better if I can look at the water, clay or night.

That's why I live at the ocean, just to be near it.

- Oh, does this bother you? - No.

You want a drink.

- Oh, no thanks. - You don't drink?

Not much, my mother was an alcoholic.

- Was? - She passed away.

- I really miss her. - Sorry.

My... my father just died.

I'm sorry about that.

He was cool.

He... taught me how to take apart an engine,

it was so nice just working, being...

Why'd you stop?

- Suddenly felt stupid. - You're not stupid. Not at all.

I just meant, that's what it's supposed to feel like,

you know, with another person.

Trusting that person.

- So hard. - Yeah.

Sorry, I get a few beers in me I sound pretty ridiculous.

I don't think so.

- Hey, what's going on here? - Yeah, we love us some dykes.

We don't want any trouble, so.

Who gives a fuck what you want?

- I want your money. -

Hey, get out of here!

- Take it easy. - Get out!

- Take it easy. - Go, get out, get out!

Take it easy!

You OK?

- What's going on? - I'm a police officer.

- You're a cop? - Detective. I should've told you.

- You always carry a gun? - Most the time.

On a date!

Sorry.

Sorry.

I think you should come home with me.

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