Shove it right up your ass. Hey, Hank. Want to play some pinochle? Nah. Nah. I just sent a teenager away for murder. And I got a friend laying in the morgue. I'm just going to sit here and drink this beer. You know, I remember when uh you and me and Nick were little kids running around this club. Washing the old-timers' cars and going out for beer runs. And when you said that you were going to be a cop, I said, "Of course you are. Your old man was one. That's your lot in life." And I said to Nick, "You know, why don't you go with Hank? Go be a cop. Have a steady life because you are not cut out for the other side of the street." You know what he said? "No way. I want to hang with you, Danny." I miss him, too. But he knew the risks. This is a social club. You don't come to me talking about Nick ever again. You understand? Hey. Hey. Went well, huh? Mhm. Can I have another one? You got it. Actually, one more. What? No. You're a horrible liar. We played Scrabble like once at her apartment. That's it. Shut up. Thank you. She's cute. What's up? I need a place to crash until the about and blows over. I think you're in luck. Kolinsky's got room in his garage. Come on. Come on what? Can I crash with you? You can try to play Scrabble with me, too. I will be the perfect gentleman Mhm. as usual. Don't even start. Can I or not? Maybe we can work something out. HEY! HEY! READY.