Pete: I thought you were just too pussy to hold the coke yourself than some federal shows up at my door today and I started putting two and two together.
J: Wait, put what together?
Pete: That you're trying to set me up!
J: I don't know what you're talking about! Who showed up?! What's going on?
Pete: DEA. Livengood.
J: Oh shit. He find it?
Pete: No. And he won't. I got rid of it.
J: What?
Pete: It's gone. I'm not going to federal prison for your bullshit.
J: You could've called me. You could've told me about this. You could've reached out. I coulv'e moved it.
Pete: You really want to tell me what I could and couldn't do right now?
J: Hey, hey' it's not my fault that you have heat on your end right now.
Pete: That's where you're wrong bro. The heat's on you.
J: What are you talking about?
Pete: Yeah, the only thing this guy seemed to care about was Deran.