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?
What are you doing?
l'm on the case. l'm your partner.
We're together.

What's the mean face for?
Listen. Don't speak, listen.
There's a few things
l need to tell you.

First of all, you gotta know
that l got your back covered. . .

. . .and l gotta know
you got mine covered.

No doubt.
When we're on the job you're
the only person l can depend on.

Not friends, family,
not anybody, just you.

You got that?
That's important.
There's no other way.

And it's gotta start right now.
You know, ever since l was 8,
l wanted to be a cop.

l wanted to be on the force
like Uncle Reggie.

He was the first in the family
on the force. Big muscles.

Uncle Reggie.
He used to let me ride
in the squad car with him.