Nothing. Nobody. Just a ghost town. With a big sign that said, Corning to this site soon. - With a big-ass ugly picture of some houses. - Mm-hm. - And guess who the builder is? - Let me guess... Wolfmann again.
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My old street gang. The Artesia Crips. See, when I came home from Chino... ...I looked for them and found it ain't just them gone... ...but the whole damn turf itself. What do you mean "gone"? Man, I'm talking not there. Ground up into little pieces. Seagulls picking all over it. Man, I thought I was tripping. Got in my car, I drove around, came back, still gone.
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BIGFOOT: Congratulations, hippie scum.
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Oh, do...? Um... Where do we, um...?
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[DINGS]
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[GRUNTING]
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...you...
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Oh. So you're a principal in all this? FENWAY: It's only because of me and our small transaction over Japonica... ...that you're still alive. Ever so grateful, sir.
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DOC: Mm. Of course not.
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Japonica's of legal age now, isn't she?
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[GRUNTING] MAN: Puck!
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DOC: Thank you.
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Well, money would be a lot easier.
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Um... Do you think that, um... ...you know, maybe your brother was just, um... ...you know, doing his job to try to prevent, um... ...whoever it was from putting the snatch on Mickey? That's way too fucking sentimental. Sounds like somebody objected to Mickey's big giveaway. Mm. The, uh, wife? Business partners? Um...
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That there is Coy Harlingen, the stiff in question. That was taken last night.