Az rings doorbell repeatedly.
Blake: (Off screen) Coming! Hold on! DAMN IT!
Az continues reading doorbell after the door opens. Blake has reddish spots on his face and gloves.
Blake: You can stop. Hey.
Az: Thanks for inviting me... And... I'm... Uh... Sorry. Cough. That you got fired... Ibroughtbeer.
Az sheepishly holds up a 6 pack.
Blake: Yeah, well, I'm a shit cop anyway. I was still on probation and got all those write-ups for not being brutal enough. So, it is what it is y'know?
Az: Yeah, I at least shot that diabetic raking his lawn that one time so they were lenient.