When You Didn’t Do Anything But End Up In Jail

[0:00]Come on, Marisol. No. Why? No. Okay. I love when you talk to me in Spanish, but No. I don't know why. I don't know. Katele Boka now. Katele Boka. Ah, don't you dare. Sit down. Now what do you want? What do you want? Marisol. Wait. You know why you in here, right? Absolutely no. Your ex, he keep texting you. What are you talking about? You see this? Police? Police? You know? I think we shouldn't be talking in there, but Look, I told you that if you date me, I'm not gonna let nothing come between us. You know that, right? Yeah, and nothing was happening. Look, this place right here, you're gonna be, this is protected custody, okay? Ain't nothing gonna happen to you in here. You can't do no texting. Matter of fact, you got your phone on you? I don't have nothing. You checked, you checked me. I don't have nothing. Let me make sure ain't no burners up in here. Well, I just put you up in here, so ain't, you know, you got your Santa Biblia. You know, you can get close to the Lord, okay? This is what you're gonna be doing up in here. Now, why do you think I should let you go? I didn't do nothing wrong. You didn't do nothing wrong? No. Your ex keeps texting you. I have no idea what you're talking about. You don't know what I'm talking about? Well, guess what? You see this right here? This is stainless steel. And this thing is dirty. You know, you want me to go to the Dollar Tree, get you some pine salt? You want some Clorox, some Fabuloso? Cause you're gonna be in here. I'm out of here, man. I'm a real street cop, bro. She don't know what she talking to. You gon' stay right there until I decide to let you out. No, please, for God's sake, no. Don't let me get inside here. Hey. Please, no. Why?