Joseph: "What's up, Scrap?" he hums, patting said man's back as he takes a seat beside him at a bar
Scrap: "Another day in paradise. I told him you got my tab."
Joseph: "Eh, if it's worth me coming all the way down here" he shrugs, nodding in thanks as a beer is placed in front of him "What's up?"
Scrap: "There's a guy in town, looking to hire a hitman."
Joseph: "How did you go from boosting cases of liquor to being a triggerman?"
Scrap: "It was a friend of a friend who was approached, and they reached out to me to see if I know anyone."
Joseph: "There are a lot of things that I can do, but pretending to be a hitman is not one of them. So if I call another detective down here, you better not be jerking me off." he warns, giving him a pointed look
Scrap: "I'm telling you, Jo, it's for real." he assures, Joseph looking him over for a moment before leaning back in his seat with a sigh
•••
Joseph: "Al, this is Scrap. Scrap, Al." he introduces, bouncing on his feet slightly to try and warm up as Olinsky steps out of his car
Olinsky: "Am I hearing right, you got a solicitation for murder?"
Scrap: "Yeah. But I need a promise from the PD first. My kid brother, Frankie, he owes some guys money who you don't want to owe money to. He went south to pick up a car for them. He got popped, with 100 pounds of weed in the trunk."
Joseph: "100 pounds? You said it was a little bit of weed."
Scrap: "I'm offering you murder-for-hire. That's gotta trump any amount of weed. I'll give you this guy who wants a hitman, but you got to get Frankie out of jail" he hums, scoffing as his phone begins ringing "Look who it is. It's him, the guy. Do we got a deal?"
Olinsky: "Yeah." he nods, exchanging a look with Joseph who shrugs
Scrap: "Yeah?" he greets, answering his phone "Hey, that thing we talked about, I got a guy. I'm with him right now." he hums, handing Olinsky his phone
Olinsky: "First thing, no names."
Man: "Okay."
Olinsky: "Heard you need something done."
Man: "Yeah. Yes. Um, when can you-"
Olinsky: "Not over the phone. I'll come to you."
•••
Olinsky: "You guys got eyes?" he calls out, walking towards the entrance of a hotel
Voight: "Flash 'em." he motions to Kevin who flashes the headlights to the van they're sitting in with Joseph and Skylar
Olinsky: "Good." he hums, entering the building
Donald: "You, uh, you said be holding two...two cups, right?" he hums, nervously looking around the lobby
Olinsky: "Yeah."
Donald: "I-I-I didn't know if you like cream or sugar, so."
Skylar: "Running facial recognition." she hums, scanning the man's face
Donald: "So how does this work?"
Olinsky: "We go to your room, talk details."
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Donald: "Um, yeah, I'm not looking for that. I'm looking for a wire." he hums, patting Olinsky down
Olinsky: "Well, cops don't tape microphones to people's chests anymore. FYI."
Donald: "What do I call you?"
