I don't think I need to.

The Cop:

Hey. Hey. The Tattooed Man:
Who, me? The Cop:
Yeah, don't I know you? The Lawyer:
Huh! I wonder why. The Cop:
No, seriously. He asked if we knew anyone in here. I know him. The Tattooed Man:
I don't know you, man. The Cop:
You're a mechanic in North Hollywood. Raul. Raul Jimenez. I remember you. The Cancer Survivor:
What'd he do? The Tattooed Man:
I didn't do shit. He's lying, man. The Cop:
He beat the shit out of his girlfriend. Really bad. At least I think it was his girlfriend. Hopefully not anymore The Tattooed Man:
Come on, man. Serious? The Cancer Survivor:
Are you sure it was him? The Cop:
Yeah, I remember him cause of that tattoo under his right eye. That teardrop. See it? The Tattooed Man:
Fuck you, man. The Doctor:
What's it for? The Tattooed Man:
It's for my cousin. He got shot. [to the cop] The Tattooed Man:
by a pig like you. The Cop:
Yeah, and it's my fault you guys are criminals. The Tattooed Man:
He was 16. The Cop:
One less criminal on the street. The Tattooed Man:
Fuck you, man. The Doctor:
Is it true or not? The Cop:
About his cousin? I don't know. The Doctor:
No, about him. The Cop:
Yeah, it's true. Tell them. Tell them how you beat the shit out of her. And it wasn't the first time it won't be the last time, either. Tell 'em! The Pregnant Girl:
Okay, maybe we shouldn't stereotype in here. The Tattooed Man:
Bitch got what she deserved, man. The Cop:
[raises his arm in triumph]
There he is, see? These assholes. Man, these assholes never learn. The Tattooed Man:
She shouldn't have fucked around on me, man. The Cop:
Like that makes it okay to beat the shit out of her. The Tattooed Man:
Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do, man? You gonna shoot me, huh, pig? The Cop:
I don't think I need to. [Tattooed Man gets voted]