-Get loose now. Loosen up. Ready?

Trey, who stole the money?
Good. You nailed it, first take.
Give me five. That was good!

Okay, Mitch.
Come on, show me some magic.

Mitch, who stole the money?
Look at that, Trey. Look.
Look at the anger in his eyes.
Look at that.

See, that slight squint says,
""Hey, l'm Mitch. l'm the man.

Don't mess with me. ""
Okay. Let's taste some drugs.
Hooker's got a bag
of white powder in his hand.

Spears it open with a pocketknife.
Takes his little pinkie. . .
. . .in the powder.
And he touches it,
gently, on his tongue.

Watch the eyebrows.
Hooker knows it's cocaine.
What if it's cyanide?
Hello? Hold on. There's a reason
real cops don't taste drugs, Bill.

lt's never cyanide.
Show me the thing with your eyebrow.
-Okay, l'm on my way.
-lt's tricky.

-Where are you going?
-l gotta wash this shit out of my hair.

We have some action?
We have some action, finally.

-Beep, beep!
-Hey, Mitch.

-What'd you do to my car?
-We added micro cameras.

ln the wheel, the glove compartment
and a crook-cam in the back.

-Pretend they're not there.

-See? You're catching on already.
-We'll be right behind you in the van.

You'll be right behind me?