Carl! How’s San Fierro? It’s fucked up… I can honestly say “I wish you was here.” – Great! Now you got the present for that friend of mine, right? …You know, the one trying to get me and ol’ Officer Pulaski into trouble? – …Yeah. – Why don’t you put that up in his car, and give “WE TIP” a call? – –EH, Motherfucker, The code of the streets is that “I don’t snitch”! I don’t give a fuck if it kills you, me, my brother… I don’t give a fuck if it kills you, me, my brother– Street cats don’t call no COPS!! – Carl! He’s a D.A.! – Oh yeah?! Well, where I go find him? – He’s at the “Vank Hoff Hotel” in the Financial. – Oh, for sure! Don’t try to be no-hero! Appreciate that! Thanks! ‘Gimme that! Ah. You must be the new boy. Get in line. –Look where you going!! Hello, this “WE TIP”? I’ve seen some highly suspicious you should come check out. POLICE! Don’t move! Get out of your car with your hands in the air! …Do you know who’re you “fucking” with here?! …I’ll have your badge, you moron! – SHADDUP!! Find anything back there?! – “Found anything”? – “Found anything”? He’s got half of MEXICO in here! Must be 2 tons of MARY here. – What? B-but I’ve never seen– How could it be–? – …Hell of the defense you got there, buddy!