Shaft: I'm calling in a favor, son.
Rasaan: Favour my ass, motherfucker. You ain't got no favours left with me, dog. Them shits is through. You done ran all your shits out, baby.
Shaft: Look Nigger, don't argue. Just do it.
Rasaan: All right, Dog!
Shaft gets a tip via his office phone. Exiting the precinct, he puts a call through to Rasaan.