Cop:
Hey! Hey!
Tattooed Man:
Who, me?
Cop:
Yeah, don't I know you?
Lawyer:
[stares at tattooed man; grins] Huh. I wonder why?
Cop:
No, seriously. He asked if we knew anyone in here. [points to tattooed man] I know him.
Tattooed Man:
I don't know you, man.
Cop:
You're a mechanic in North Hollywood. Raul. Raul Jimenez. I remember you.
Cancer Survivor:
What did he do?
Tattooed Man:
I didn't do shit. He's lying, man.
Cop:
He beat the shit out of his girlfriend. Really bad. At least I think it was his girlfriend. Hopefully, not anymore.
Tattooed Man:
Come on, man. You serious?
Cancer Survivor:
[to cop] Are you sure it was him?
Cop:
Yeah. I remember him 'cause of that tattoo under his right eye. That teardrop. See it?
Tattooed Man:
Fuck you, man.
Cancer Survivor:
[to tattooed man] What's it for?
Tattooed Man:
It's for my cousin. He got shot. [looks at cop] By a pig like you.
Cop:
Yeah, and it's my fault you guys are criminals.
Tattooed Man:
He was sixteen.
Cop:
One less criminal on the street.
Tattooed Man:
Fuck you, man.
