:15:00
What the fuck is he holding?
:15:02
Definitely a dealer.
:15:06
-I am the Ocean.
-Couple pounds, maybe more.
:15:10
Mossberg pump on the floor.
:15:12
Cheap-ass MAC-12, fully loaded,
safety off. And some knives.
:15:16
-Any company?
-Yeah, there's a Mrs. Ocean.
:15:20
Probably won't give you trouble,
but could be a black belt.
:15:24
She was occupied at the time.
:15:26
Nice job, dog.
Let's take him down.
:15:29
All right.
:15:32
-And there was a kid.
-A kid?
:15:35
-You sure?
-Yeah, I'm pretty sure.
:15:39
Goddamn, you are
one observant tweeker.
:15:42
Thank you.
Learned from the best.
:15:45
And he likes to use the spear gun too,
so do be careful.
:15:49
-I'm touched.
-Fuck you, I'm worried about the kid.
:15:53
Why didn't you do something?
:15:56
Want me to do your paperwork?
:15:58
Know why you didn't do anything?
:16:01
Because you're a cocksucking,
lowlife tweeker. Shithead!
:16:08
I never noticed your eyes were hazel.
:16:12
This dude will do anything
to touch me.
:16:15
Take him to Chippendales
or something.
:16:31
Oh, my God. Bobby!
:16:35
Why are you leaving me?
Bobby? Why?