NARRATOR: Previously on Rogue...
- Talk to me, Travis - (GASPING)
(SCREAMING AND GRUNTING)
- (GUNSHOT) - (GASPING)
GRACE: They've had me chained up in a basement for three fucking days.
I thought I was dead, Sarah.
And Kelly is my best shot.
SARAH: All right, I got into the database.
Guess who propped up.
Ethan Kelly. He was picked up for a B & E in Chicago a few days ago.
No charges were filed.
(GRUNTING AND SCREAMING)
Last chance, Fanelli. Is she in Chicago?
I think so.
Grace Travis is heading your way.
Well, you want me to ask around who the white guy was?
That's the general idea, Lobo.
Get me a name. Find out what he was doing there.
I'm watching you. Understood?
I know you stole a file from the Stein firm
and gave it to Adam Hutchings.
CC: Some drunk black chick Talia.
She's all pissed off 'cause Stein closed her salon.
I poured everything into that place,
and you just let Big Master Marty take it away.
Saying I know enough about his business to ruin his white ass.
(GUNSHOTS)
The guy who shot Darius also shot a judge's son.
We want the shooter, Cups. Alive.
I can do that for you.
Kill the motherfuckers that killed Dee.
Kill all the motherfuckers you have to.
("Top Shelf Drug" by Ryan Bingham playing)
♪ where in the hell have I gone ♪
♪ I woke up this morning undressed ♪
♪ might have been a little too drunk ♪
♪ I can't get you out of my head ♪
♪ you shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love ♪
♪ I got a little taste, now I can't get enough ♪
♪ you shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love ♪
♪ running through my veins like a top shelf drug ♪
Sync and corrections by n17t01 www.addic7ed.com
(HORNS HONKING)
This was three weeks ago.
You need to relax.
This doesn't concern you?
Yeah, sure it does, but times are changing, Deak.
There's no privacy anymore.
Hutchings was a reporter, chasing a story.
This is what they do.
Oh, this is what they do, that's great.
There's nothing newsworthy about us.
How're you gonna do a story about Chicago gangs
without looking at the people who fuck up their world on the regular?
What worlds are we fucking up?
What about Cups coming to us the other night?
Tail so far between his legs, I thought he was sprouting wood.
He still hasn't delivered the shooter.
The point is, he came. And do you know why he came?
PATRICK: - Fear. HARPER: - Fear, huh?
PATRICK: Hell yeah.
Fear that we put in him day in, day out.
You're a real terror, Patty.
You know why reporters are snapping our picture?
'Cause we are the real story.
We're goddamn celebrities in this town.
- Oh, we're celebrities now? - Yeah!
I'm John Wayne.
You're the pretty Indian girl fucking John Wayne.
Look, all I'm saying is
what we do here, it is important!
'Bout time the world figured it out.
Okay, what about the rest of these?
What is that?
PATRICK: - It's urban art. HARPER: - No, what is that?
- That. - (PHONE RINGING)
Is that something on the lens?
- Who's Mata Hari? - Lobo.
You need to cut that kid loose.
What?
Mmm-hmm.
You bet your freedom on it, huh?
Well, that's good. 'Cause that's what at stake.
Yeah, we'll be there.
- You never learn, do you? - Never know, either.
He says he's got something for us tonight.
Right now, I'm gonna see what Cups was shopping for.
Maybe a lamp?
He doesn't seem like the chandelier type.
All right, I'm going to hang back here,
finish sorting through the stuff we pulled out of Hutchings' car.
- I'm gonna catch up with you later. - All right.
(SIRENS WAILING)
(PEOPLE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)
Where will we be if we stop working?
Walking through the slush, that's where.
And marching right down to City Hall
to bang on your door to ask you why!
(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)
Now, now, now! Hold on a second.
- Nobody wants a strike, right? AUDIENCE: - No!
We don't want to walk out, we want to work, feed our families.
AUDIENCE: (CHEERING) Yeah!
But when some pencil pushing three piece
steps on our dignity, stomps on our dignity, crushing it
under his $400 Florsheims, I'm gonna tell you something,
I will do whatever it takes...
We will do whatever it takes
to lift it back up
where it belongs. That's all I gotta say.
(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)
Sick and tired of this shit right now.
- Nice speech, buddy. - Nice speech, mate.
I love you, I love you.
You're a man of the people.
I assume you found the leak.
He's a bartender from Edison's, his name's CC.
He stole the file while delivering sandwiches.
Well... Well, I didn't expect that one, I have to admit.
Well, he and Hutchings are old buddies.
Damn.
I guess a good bartender's hard to find these days.
- Marty, that was a great, fucking speech. - Sit the fuck down.
And shut the fuck up.
You stupid fuckin' prick.
How can you put the idea of a 50 cent raise
into these nickel brains?
Look, we haven't had a raise...
- Didn't I say shut the fuck up? - Jesus... Fuck...
Shut up!
You infant! You fuckin' moron!
This is how it's gonna play.
(SIGHS) You're going to wait two days
and then you're going to tell those meatheads out there
that the Mayor says the 50 cents will bankrupt the city,
which, in fact, it will do.
And that you have personally scrubbed the books
to confirm that fact
and that they're lucky the Mayor doesn't demand givebacks.
What the fuck, Marty?
You are our lawyer, okay? You work for us...
- You are goddamn right. - You don't work for the fuckin' Mayor.
I am their lawyer
and I don't want my clients out of work,
wondering where the fuck they're going to get their next paycheck,
how the fuck they're gonna feed their families.
You know what?
(SIGHS)
Let's just keep this simple, huh?
Let's put it this way.
If one truck, one, misses one delivery,
your wife is going to find out
that your dick got sucked by two skanks
in Atlantic City last month.
We understand each other?
Say it out loud.
I understand.
The "man of the people" thing is one hell of a hand job.
Nothing like a nice hand job every now and then.
Now bring me that fucking bartender.
(HORNS HONKING)
Hi.
- How can I help you? - Here on business.
Mine, not yours, unfortunately.
I see. What's this about?
Do you recognize this man?
Hmm.
- No, I don't think so. - You don't think so?
I'm sorry, but we get a lot of people coming in and out of here.
His name is Eugene Harris, sometimes goes by Cups.
Well, I can check our records, if you don't mind waiting.
- That'd be great. - Yeah.
(MUMBLING) Harris...
No. No Harris or Cups in the system.
Is this something I should be worried about?
Is this guy dangerous?
Only if he has reason to be.
How long have you been here?
About 10 years now.
How does one get into the chandelier business exactly?
The idea just came to me one day, I suppose.
Oh, like a light bulb moment?
- We get a lot of mileage out of that one around here. - I bet.
If he comes back, give me a call, all right?
Of course. Look,
I'll knock 40% off that chandelier for you.
What? Is that a bribe?
No, it's a civil service discount.
Get the fuck out of here.
What, a brother can't have some of his own brother's fries? Come on.
I don't know where your hands have been.
Where they've been?
They been in Delilah's twat, that's where they've been.
- Taste that. Taste that. - Mama wouldn't like you talkin' like that.
Well, it's a good thing Mama ain't around then, huh?
- (CHUCKLES) - What's wrong with you, man?
Shit, I didn't mean it like that, you know?
I'm sorry.
Sorry, Mama.
Right?
Now, did you sell all that shit or what?
(LAUGHING)
Mean, little bro...
- Ain't no thing. - What do you mean, "Ain't no thing"?
You Jay fuckin' Z up in this motherfucker now, huh?
(LAUGHING) Stop it, man.
- (LAUGHING) - (PHONE RINGING)
Yo.
Ten.
Cups is callin' us in. Finish your fuckin' fries.
You got a couple off the floor too there, homie.
- Move it, Lobo. - Yeah, man, let's book it.
- Move your ass! - Yeah.
LEO: Mmm.
Mmm.
I got to tinkle.
Gotta go. Gotta go.
TALIA: Mmm. (INHALING)
That smells good.
You don't got to tell me it smell good,
I know it smell good.
That's the true shit right here.
Homemade.
Yeah, whatever... You know me.
Oh, I'm sure Leo probably spilled you all about it.
- He didn't tell me anything. Promise. - Mmm.
- He didn't tell you 'bout our business? - Nah.
'Cause we're looking for investors.
Investors?
(TOILET FLUSHING)
Give me your hand.
Tell me that ain't the best shit you've ever felt.
- Fuck yeah, it is. - Fuck yeah, it is.
It's got coconut...
Some natural shit...
Leo's boy cooked it up for us.
Sweet. So where do you buy it?
You can't. Not yet.
We're gonna get a bank loan, you know,
make this shit for real.
I'm gonna get another salon soon.
I could sell that shit like fucking hot cakes to my clients.
Fuck yeah.
- Fuck yeah. - Fuck yeah!
BOTH: Fuck yeah!
Fuck yeah.
'Cause you could sell that, we could sell that shit
in Kohls, fuckin' Macy's,
all those places for real. Shit!
Oprah would be giving this shit out for free on her show.
LEO: Oprah ain't giving out no freebies.
She ain't even on TV no more.
- Why you ain't tell me about this shit? LEO: - What?
Oh, that shit, yeah, yeah.
I was gonna tell... I was gonna tell you about it,
but, you know, it's just...
We're tryin' to do... We're trying' to do this up big...
For real, like, legit.
Look, the start-up's ain't cheap.
You know, partnership's... It's expensive.
How expensive?
I don't know, like, 30...
- Thirty. - Thirty grand?
- Mmm-hmm. - That's it?
I can get that shit easy.
LEO: (STAMMERING) What do you mean?
Get 30 grand fucking easy.
- You fuckin'... - (CLAPS)
- Are you serious? - Fuckin' serious.
Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah.
I guess we're celebrating now, hmm?
Y'all check the back.
Look's good, Cups.
We're moving the 10th Street stash.
Marvin and Audell gonna come through with the vans at 8:00.
Where're we goin'?
Some blue piece of shit up on the 16th.
I'm gonna check it out personal at midnight.
- Y'all keep your eyes until I get there. - A'ight.
Look, this is some sensitive ass shit, all right?
You feel me? So keep your eyes wide.
Look, the cops have been up on our shit for a while now.
So if this motherfucker don't smell good,
you make sure you walk away.
- Yeah, I feel that. - All right.
Let's bounce.
(DOOR CLOSES)
ETHAN: Just have a drink. Just relax, man.
- He's gonna kill me. - No. Listen, CC...
He's a lawyer, okay? He's not going to kill you.
Hey.
As long as what you told me is the truth,
you'll be fine. I promise.
You think?
Yeah, probably.
(SIGHS) Thanks.
Let's go. Come on.
Get your stuff. Let's go.
I'm gonna lose my job though, aren't I?
Listen, just keep it simple.
You were helping out a friend. Period.
- I was. - And I might leave out that thing about Talia.
Wait a minute, why?
Look, you can say whatever you want,
but if it was me, I would want it over real quick.
You understand?
You start bringing up other people and it starts to feel like,
you know, a conspiracy or something. You follow me?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Yeah. FREDDY: - Any sign of her?
Nothing so far.
(ENGINE STARTS)
PATRICK: I must've been like, 15, 16...
The manager's got me working the cash register, right?
And this old black guy comes in
wearing a Billy Williams Cubs jersey.
And of course, we all know what a diehard Sox fan I am,
so I let him have it.
"We don't serve your kind here."
- You did not. - I swear to God.
I realized what I said as soon as it fucking came out of my mouth.
All my fucking co-workers are just staring at me in disbelief.
Oh, man. Is this the story about how your face got fucked up?
I'm trying to convince this guy it's just a fucking sports joke.
I named every rookie on the triple-A roster
until he finally, like, breaks down,
he starts fucking laughing.
See, this is why you should never try to be funny.
Look who's here.
Look, the little wolf.
Get to it.
Found your guy.
- What guy? - The one you've been bustin' my ass about.
Pasty fucker, talking to Cups in the yards.
Name's Adam Hutchings.
Some kind of reporter.
Yeah, he said he's fixing to make Cups famous or some shit.
Wow, Lobo. This could break the case wide open.
So my sheet clean?
I don't see why not?
I don't know a judge in town
who wouldn't flush your entire criminal record
for telling us something we already know.
Swing and a miss, Lobo, that's strike two.
Who shot the judge's kid?
I'm working on it.
Hey, look. It's your buddies over there.
- (HORN HONKING) - No, no, no.
What the fuck are you doing, man?
He's gonna get me killed.
What's our incentive to keep you unkilled?
How about some human decency?
Ain't heard of it. You want me to go get them right now?
'Cause I can.
All right, we're moving a stash house tonight.
What makes you think we give a shit about
a couple of dime bags?
- This is different. HARPER: - Why is that?
'Cause Cups is gonna be there.
Cups is gonna be there, like in the same fucking room?
Yeah, that's what I'm telling y'all.
CC: So, uh...
Like I said, I didn't know what I was taking.
I just picked up what was sitting there.
I didn't mean to cause you any problems.
You've always been good to me.
Yeah. (SIGHS)
I never should have listened to Adam.
He begged, you know.
And I needed the money.
CC, how long have we known each other?
Five, six years.
What do I drink?
Uh, well, Michter's, neat.
If you're eating, then it's Chateau Haut-Brion.
So, I'm not just some random customer.
No, sir.
- Would you say we were friends? - We are.
Where I come from, friends don't fuck over other friends.
Yeah.
You're gonna make this up to me.
Yes, sir.
That wasn't a question.
No, of course.
Of course not.
Now get out of here and give me a minute to talk to Mr. Kelly.
Thank you.
I guess, a marker is always a marker.
I found your leak.
I guess our business is done.
Is that what you want?
(LAUGHING)
You know, if I was blonde-haired, blue-eyed
Brooks Brothers-wearing son of a bitch
from Winston ***
this is where I'd say something like...
I like the cut of your jib.
Fact of the matter is,
I have no idea what a jib is.
(LAUGHING)
Well...
I'll think about it.
Yeah. All right.
Take all the time you need.
Until end of business tomorrow, that is.
Thanks for the drink.
(SIREN WAILING)
HARPER: All right, Cups, where the fuck are you?
I had a date tonight, you know?
So, go.
Get out of here.
I know how bitchy you get when you're all stopped up.
Jack ever complain about your late nights?
Bed to himself, what's to complain about?
I don't know, you're out on stakeouts
- with virile young lawmen. - (CHUCKLES)
Doesn't he ever worry about what you might get up to?
No, he knows I'm with you.
Fucking Lobo.
(LAUGHING)
I thought you said payback was bad for business.
Look, man, I changed my mind. Yo!
Put the motherfucking flashbangs down, man!
What the fuck's wrong with y'all?
Goddamn!
Y'all get the fuck out, man.
Let's go! Get out!
(DOOR CLOSES)
Look, man. Latrell capped D, all right?
- I don't know Latrell. - You don't need to.
- But you're gonna take care of him. - All right.
Want me to bring Lobo along?
Yeah, you go and do that,
and when you're done, you gonna take care of him, too.
What the fuck you just say to me?
Listen to me, my nigger, your brother's been talking,
the nigger is a snitch.
- Fuck that! - Listen, man.
Police, Feds, all that shit got to be handled.
I'm serious, man. Shut the fuck up!
Listen to me, man! This shit's already been confirmed.
- I'm sorry, D. - Nah, nah.
He's just unloaded like a key for y'all.
He's fuckin' working.
He's working and then he's also talking, man.
So why're you telling me this?
'Cause there's some delicate circumstances right now.
I gotta know where you fall.
Nah.
I'm not doing it.
My nigger, I don't make the rules.
He's family, Cups!
So are we.
Now, look, I feel you. I do, all right?
But this shit's gonna be handled one way or another.
Don't you want your face to be the last one that he sees?
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(CAR LOCKS)
- I ain't asking for much. - Look, I can't do it, Tal.
Oh, like you're so hard up?
Oren has got your weekly, right?
So let's talk about the rest tonight.
You owe me, Mar.
I said I'll find you something, all right?
- I'll find you something. - I don't need you to find me shit.
- Oh, yeah? - I find my own.
Hey.
- The fundraiser, right? - Yeah. Ethan.
I'm Marlon. This is my sister Talia.
Oh, very nice to meet you, Talia.
Hey.
Leave you to business.
Mmm.
So what're you in the market for?
Oh, I was just in the neighborhood,
I thought I'd stop by and see what all the hype's about.
Yeah? So how're we doing so far?
Not bad. Not bad.
Let's see if we can upgrade that to just fine.
So, uh...
What would something like this go for?
Just a little bit under $3,000.
$3,000 for that?
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Hey, Talia!
I was just about to call Marlon, got your weekly ready.
How are you?
I've been better.
- Oh, yeah? Why is that? - (CHUCKLES)
Got all day?
(LAUGHS)
Things are rough, huh?
Things are shit is what they are.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SIGHS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Uh, $5,000.
(CRYING)
Uh, Talia?
I'm sorry.
Uh, it's okay, it's okay.
I thought this was it, you know, like...
Like real, true love.
But then he goes and fucks my best friend
- in a fucking bathroom stall. - Oh.
Do you have a, uh...
- A tissue? - Oh, uh, yeah, yeah.
Let me just, um...
- (SOBBING) - Just, just stay right there.
(SOBBING CONTINUES)
(COUGHS)
Thank you.
I should go.
Hold on.
Your allowance?
Thank you.
(DOORBELL BUZZING)
Oh, hey.
I got it.
Wh...
What?
I got the 30 grand.
Oh, shit.
This is... Oh, yeah. Okay, cool.
So, what happens next?
I'm gonna... I'm gonna get the ball rolling on this.
I'm gonna call you tomorrow. We're going to, uh...
We'll put together a meeting, strategy, we could put together
a marketing plan.
This is gonna be great.
Yeah.
All right.
- Okay. - Okay.
Okay.
This is gonna be great. Thanks.
Holy shit.
SHOPKEEPER: It has three speeds, comes with multiple heads,
AM and PM rejuvenating cleanser
and it is fantastic for blackheads.
TALIA: How much?
With tax it'll be $326.
And if I'm payin' cash?
$326.
Y'all don't know how to run a business, do you?
SHOPKEEPER: I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't accept this.
TALIA: Excuse me?
Do you have any other method of payment?
Bitch, I got all the methods of payment.
What the fuck kind of place don't take cash?
We take cash. Just not this cash.
Fuck this place. Fuck you.
Fuck your infomercial trash, garbage shit.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Oh, shit.
Hey, Dad.
GRACE: Ethan Kelly?
This is him.
This is the Chicago Fire Department, sir.
Your father had a heart attack,
and he asked us to call you.
- Is he okay? - Hyper acute
ST segments on EKG. Push TPA.
We're on our way to the Chicago City Hospital.
Any way you could meet us there?
Yeah, yeah. I'm on my way.
Just in the neighborhood again, right?
This is a strange coincidence...
Fuck your coincidence. What the fuck I look like?
Get the fuck gone now, Ethan.
Fuck!
- (CELL PHONE RINGING) - Oh, God!
It's Lobo. It's the third time he's called.
- Maybe he's got something. - Jesus Christ!
What do you want me to say?
God, I know you're right. Fuck it, I'm done with him.
HARPER: (ON VOICEMAIL) Harper Deakins. Please leave a message.
Shit!
Thought you were taking a piss.
Who you calling?
Nobody.
Didn't look like nobody.
It's nothing, all right?
Hey, so what if he ain't alone?
He ain't gonna be alone.
I mean, what if he come out with, like,
I don't know, kids and shit, man?
I don't know. What you think?
I don't want to do no kid.
Getting got to get done, all right?
Yeah.
All right.
Should be coming out of that church any minute.
Keep your eyes peeled, all right?
Hey, you remember this place?
When Ma caught us dumping tadpoles
in the fountain during service.
- Shit. Yeah, I remember. - (LAUGHS)
You ever seen Ma that mad?
Here they come.
All right, he's a goofy looking nigger
with a blonde streak in his hair.
I got him.
Yo, Latrell!
WOMAN: - Gun! - (GUNSHOTS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
Motherfucker.
(SIREN WAILING)
Come on! Come on!
- (TIRES SCREECHING) - What the fuck is wrong with you?
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS OVER PA)
George Kelly? He was brought in by ambulance.
(PHONE RINGING)
Sorry, sir, there's no one here by that name.
Well, check again, I just talked to the paramedics.
He had a heart attack.
I'm sorry, sir.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
I'm not here for you.
What the hell is going on, Grace?
You know, you got a tail.
Yeah, tell me something I don't know.
Look.
Spring Peaks Hotel.
Room 1404. 11:00.
And don't bring your friend.
Why would I show up there?
Because something tells me that you're just as fucked as I am.
Stay an hour.
Then tell him your stitches ripped.
(GROANING)
(CHUCKLES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
All right, man, we good.
Yeah.
Yeah, we good.
You a man today, 'Bo.
Man, what?
You came out hard, that's all I'm sayin'.
Yeah, but, you know the damn gun jammed.
- Piece of shit. - Hey!
That don't make no difference.
You showed something. For real.
All right.
I love you.
You know that, right?
I love you.
- (GUNSHOT) - (GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(GURGLING)
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
It's cool.
It's all good.
(SCREAMING)
(CAR LOCKS)
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
(SIGHS)
I gotta admit, Grace,
I didn't think I'd see you in another emergency room.
Yeah.
Just like old times, right?
Yeah.
Put your hands up.
You wearing a wire?
All right, my turn.
Come on.
(SIGHS) Now that we're done with the foreplay...
Wanna tell me what you're doing here?
I'm in some serious shit.
(CHUCKLES)
And naturally you come to your best friend for help, huh?
They wanna kill me, they tried.
Who did?
The same people who've been cleaning up after you.
Oh, I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, come on. Pakistan. The money laundering. Ray's murder.
Someone's trying really hard to keep you in play.
Why?
Well, maybe I just have good friends.
Not anymore, you don't.
Why are you so important to them?
(SIGHS)
You must be doing something valuable to collect all those favors.
Do you think I'm here by choice, Grace?
Things seem to be working out just fine for you so far.
Oh, yeah? What's working out fine?
There's nothing working out about this.
I'm a prisoner in my own goddamn life.
I know all about that.
Maybe we should make T-shirts.
You don't want to make those motherfuckers pay? What's wrong with you?
(CHUCKLES)
They're the common enemy.
You could be an ally. We could figure this out.
- Are you insane? - I'm motivated.
Motivated to do what?
Build a case? Expose the conspiracy?
- Bring down the bad guy? - Why not?
- I want... - What? What, Grace?
Justice? Is that what you were gonna say?
Please tell me you weren't gonna say justice,
I mean, God damn it, how long have you been a cop?
How long have you been on that side and you still don't know?
You're still throwin' around the word like you're some
wide-eyed, fresh-out-of-the-academy
something I don't even fucking know.
I wouldn't expect you to understand.
Oh, don't give me that shit.
- I served eight years overseas... - Oh, yeah.
- ...fighting for justice. - Mmm-hmm.
Let me tell you something. It doesn't exist.
And if it ever did, it's fucking gone.
These people that you talk about,
these people responsible for this or for that,
they're the ones, they're the closest you get.
They're the deciders.
They decide what justice is and what it isn't.
Yeah. And I don't have a choice.
I can't go home.
I can't see my family. I can't do my fucking job.
This is the only option I've got.
It's not an option.
- Trust me. - (SCOFFS)
Just because you're too pussy to fight for your own life,
- doesn't mean the rest of us are. - Jesus Christ.
(CHUCKLES)
You think I like being a puppet,
with a hand shoved up my ass?
These people, Grace,
there's no bringing them down.
You see, once you're in, you're in.
Until they say otherwise.
Fuck you. And fuck that helpless crap.
I guess things just haven't got bad enough for you yet.
My God...
You really are insane.
You got any booze in this shithole?
I need a drink.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Deakins.
Fuck. When?
(SIGHS) God damn it.
Yeah, I'm on my way.
What was that?
- I think Cups fucked us. - What?
CPD caught a couple bodies on Shepard.
One of 'em matches the description
that college kid gave on our shooter.
(COCKS GUN)
So much for that fear.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Agent Deakins?
Patrol just called in another one.
Couple blocks away.
He's got a Smith and Wesson on him.
We think he's one of the shooters.
Great, thanks. Let's go.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Hey!
You okay?
What? Yeah.
This is not on you.
You hear me?
This is not your fault.
Yeah, I know.
I'm fine.
It's gonna be okay.
Will it?
Because nothing in this case is going right, Pat.
Like, nothing.
You good?
Why you ain't do it at the church, man?
It's done, ain't it?
Our mom is buried there.
I didn't want her to see that.
All right, man. Come on.
We got something else.
(SOBBING)
(SNIFFLES)
(EXHALES)
(CHUCKLES)
He's still got your medals and all your trophies lined up.
(CHUCKLES)
Grace Travis in the home I grew up in.
Wow.
That's pretty weird.
He's so proud of you.
That's because he doesn't know me.
Most sons would love it if their dads were that proud of them.
Yeah, well, I suppose it's easy to live in some
bullshit made-up fantasy world.
But who the hell would want that?
(SIGHS)
Did Sam make that for you?
I read about the shooting, when I looked into you, Grace.
I'm sorry for your loss.
- He made it on his first day of school... - Hmm.
I put it in a box to give it to him when he was older.
Hmm.
It's getting early, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go.
How do you think this ends for you?
- (SIGHS) - Huh?
I'm not sure, yet.
- They're gonna kill you. - Hmm.
No matter what you do for them.
Or how valuable you are right now.
That's how this ends.
Well, we'll see.
You take care, Grace.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(GRUNTS)
Move!
(ENGINE STARTS)
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