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I saw this crazy tranny band last night at the Roxy.

Not here to talk about bands or she-males.

Nate will be here soon.

You sure about that?

What, you got a hot date or something tonight, cutie?

Okay, Jaimie, he's about to turn the corner.

Black shirt, backpack.

That's our man, passing in front now.

Lift up your shirt.

Pants too.

Kidding.

Let me see the cash.

Two 10 stacks... 20 grand.

Best stuff north of the border.

That's what Ernesto here says.

Good doing business with you, Nate. For anything.

Hey. Call me anytime...

I think he just made me.

Yep. I spooked him.

What the hell are you doing?

Too many people.

Too many people, Carter?

Let it go. That asshole just took five shots at me!

Let it go.

What the hell happened out there?

Carter called it off. Too many people.

Really? It seemed pretty empty to me.

It wasn't.

Besides, I'm not sure he's worth our time.

Worth our time?

Carter, the man sold us a kilo of damn-near pure cocaine.

We're knocking off early tonight.

What are you talk... What the hell is going on, Carter?

Not now. I'm meeting a friend.

There's something wrong with him.

Insert joke here.

No, I'm serious.

D's right.

Since when does Carter leave before midnight?

Since when does he consider a kilo of cocaine insignificant?

Since when does he have a friend?

This is creepy.

It's like spying on your father or something.

Wait. Shh. Look at this. Who is this guy?

How you doing, Steve?

Not too bad.

How's the baby?

He's good.

Nicole?

She's in Orange County with her mother.

Better than her mother being here in L.A. with you, huh?

Eh, you got a point there.

What the hell are we really doing here, Carter?

I just wanted to talk.

About?

They got some of those spicy... tuna things.

You know, I forget what they're called,

but crispy rice, jalape? O peppers.

Remember, D? Last time, I had like 15 of those bad boys.

What's Melissa up to tonight?

She's at home chilling.

Maybe we should ask her to come with us.

Yeah, okay. It's settled. Melissa's coming with us.

What the hell are you doing here?

That's Nate.

The drug dealer from this afternoon?

You should go. Now.

Carter. Go.

He's a Fed. Undercover D.E.A.

You were never here.

Understand?

What happened, Carter?

There's no upside to being here.

I promise.

So go.

Go!

Stupid son of a bitch.

Transcripted by chamallow35

You all right?

D.E.A. is sending someone over to get a statement.

We worked together for five years.

I still can't believe...

Just get it all sorted out before the investigator gets here.

The Feds don't like it too much when one of their own gets shot.

You okay?

You've been texting back and forth all morning.

Something happened last night on the job.

Well, can you talk about it?

No. Sorry.

I get it.

I, uh...

Just got a text myself...

from that firm in San Francisco I was telling you about.

You mean "the world's most prestigious law firm"?

It looks like they're gonna make me an offer.

Can you believe it?

Oh, of course I can believe it.

That's awesome!

So, uh... are you gonna accept?

I don't know. I didn't even think I was gonna get a job,

so I haven't really been thinking about it.

So say yes.

I want to. But, uh...

You know, what about us?

I should get that. Yeah. Sure.

Yeah?

Okay. Right.

I need to get going.

Congratulations.

Captain.

What are you doing here? We ain't heard a thing from Carter

and no one's returning our calls.

He can't talk, and you should leave.

Captain, where is Carter?

Go. I'll get you when I need you.

Carter, this is Julia Harris, D.E.A.

She's heading up the investigation.

First off, let me say I'm sorry that you have to go through this.

It's never an easy thing.

Thank you.

As far as the process, it's simply a conversation.

I have no official legal authority.

You can leave at any time.

Right.

But if you do refuse to cooperate,

take the fifth, or retain legal counsel,

I'm required to contact the U.S. Attorney's office

and they're required to open a grand-jury investigation.

Lawyers, subpoenas, phone records.

In other words, things can get very complicated, very fast.

Can you tell me what happened last night,

to the best of your recollection?

If you need more time, we can...

No. I'm fine.

Two of my men crossed paths with Steve

during a routine buy-and-bust operation yesterday.

I was working backup, recognized Steve, and, uh...

called off the bust.

You knew Agent Fuller?

We worked narcotics together for about five years when he was L.A.P.D.

Please continue.

So, uh, later that day, we talked,

decided to meet up and share information on our respective cases.

He also asked me to go to a meeting with him.

He was hooking up with a new contact.

He asked you to back him up

even though you don't work together anymore?

It's not that unusual.

Right.

So you do this a lot?

Help out detectives in other agencies... ATF, FBI, Homeland Security?

If a friend asks for help, I help.

So we met up around 8:30.

The meeting went bad.

The contact... white male, 20's, about 5'10"... got nervous,

pulled a gun, started shooting. Steve...

tackled him. I...

returned fire and accidentally...

shot Steve.

Then what?

The shooter took off in his car.

I ran after him,

rushed back to Steve,

checked his pulse, called an ambulance, and...

here we are.

What kind of car was it?

It was a blue Toyota.

Anyone else there?

No. Just Steve and me.

Anything else I need to know?

No.

Nothing?

You asked me to tell you what happened...

and that's exactly what happened.

Word is she's a gunner.

Shocking.

Graduated USC.

Made supervisor at 30.

All right, so we got a preliminary report back from the crime-scene guys.

They didn't find any shell casings...

Besides yours, I mean.

It looked like a wheel gun to me...

Not going to eject any shells.

I also spoke to Agent Fuller's supervisor.

He said he was good with procedure, kept a current log,

so it's a little odd that he didn't mention his meeting with you.

Odd?

To you maybe.

Excuse me?

You ever work undercover? No.

Then, with all due respect, it's hard to explain.

It's not something you learn behind a desk.

I see.

We also weren't able to find any bullet fragments at the scene.

Well, it was pretty wide open.

I mean, the bullets could be anywhere.

Sure. But right now, they're nowhere,

which means, technically, they don't exist.

You don't even have to be an undercover cop to follow that.

Carter didn't tell you Fuller was undercover D.E.A.?