Shea Daniels: I'm telling you, I know what I heard. Charlie said, "get you back in with the Marshals." I mean, what else could that mean?
Lloyd Lowery: It could mean anything, okay. Maybe Ray's in the doghouse, maybe Ray's on probation, but he didn't lose his badge, he's in charge of a team of U.S. Marshals.
Shea Daniels: Nah Lloyd, Charlie runs the show, which makes no sense. I mean Ray's the one with the field experience, why's he answering to a desk jockey? Everything Charlie knows, he goggled.
Lloyd Lowery: Google, Googled. You've never used a computer have you?
Lloyd Lowery: Let me tell you why you should open up to my colleague here. Now you have three, half naked young men, on their knees, lapping up fluids. Now as a board certified psychiatrist I can tell you that is a perfectly normal exploration of relational power dynamics. It's also super duper gay, which is totally cool with me. But unless you want us to get a warrant for your hard drive and show your buddies here all that fun stuff we both know you like to download...
Rick Santinelli: Okay. Okay.
Shea Daniels: Yo Ray, everybody's working the case, man. How you gonna ride us like that? You order us around like a screw, whole time you been lying to us. Why aren't you a cop anymore Ray? Huh? I mean, what you do, plant some evidence? Put somebody in the hospital? I wanna know who the hell I'm working for.
Charlie Duchamp: That's enough.
Ray Zancanelli: No no, I got it Charlie. You guys wanna know what I did? I'll put it out there. I took eight grand from a bus to buy my kid a used car, so she wouldn't think I was a deadbeat dad.
Erica Reed: Okay, let me get this straight. You look down your nose at us, you call us animals, and this whole time you're a con?
Shea Daniels: Worse. A dirty cop.
Ray Zancanelli: Hey you wanna judge me?
Charlie Duchamp: Ray.
Ray Zancanelli: Huh? A gang banger who profited from his own people!
Charlie Duchamp: Ray.
Ray Zancanelli: [Turns toward Erica] A psycho vigilante who chose vengeance over motherhood!
[Turns to Lloyd]
Ray Zancanelli: And you. You wrote prescriptions to college kids to cover your own debt.
Lloyd Lowery: Please don't.
Ray Zancanelli: An eighteen-year-old girl OD'd!
[Lloyd stands up to face Ray, but slowly turns and walks out of the room]
Ray Zancanelli: Alright, get your prison gear back on, I'm taking you guys back to Maybelle.
[Lloyd remains standing in the corner]
Ray Zancanelli: What, are your legs broken?
Lloyd Lowery: I wrote that prescription but it was an accident.
Ray Zancanelli: Alright, give it a rest Lloyd.
Lloyd Lowery: No. The girl's boyfriend broke up with her, so she went to her apartment, and swallowed a handful of filicids and a bottle of vodka. How was I supposed...
Shea Daniels: Lloyd. Lloyd, you don't have to explain yourself to anyone.
Lloyd Lowery: What happened was my fault. And I regret it. And I just want you guys to know that.