Previously on In Plain Sight...
What are these?
Letters I've received from Daddy over the last 20 years or so.
James Wiley Shannon.
Husband of Jinx, father of Mary and Brandi,
spent 30 years on the FBI's Most Wanted list
for multiple armed bank robberies.
What the hell is this? I have a warrant to search the house.
I was just wondering when I can expect a crew at my house to fix your mess.
When hell freezes over.
Uh, this is Scott Griffin. Hi.
He's our brother. Do you know where our father is?
No. He just walked out one day.
You're never tempted to, you know, look for him?
The day I find him, I cuff him at hello.
Guys like Dad don't change.
The picture you're gonna find is of a guy who held up banks,
ditched me and Mom and a baby in a crib,
and then got a new family and bailed on them, too.
Mary. It's me.
James Wiley Shannon, you're under arrest.
So that's him. The man, the myth.
Yeah, I don't know about that.
You kidding? Guy's on two Most Wanted lists.
FBI and the Marshals'.
Hey, look, Clemmey, I've got to make a call. You mind?
Hey.
What are you doing here?
I told you to stay home. I can handle this.
4:00 in the morning hair, by the way, is not your best look.
So, you okay?
What the hell happened?
What do you mean? I told you what the hell happened.
Yeah, the Cliff Notes.
Marshall. Okay.
Opening up is not your bailiwick.
But the guy comes in from the cold after three decades.
Forgive me for wanting the unabridged version.
I only called because I didn't want you
hearing about this mess from anyone else.
I'm fine.
Mary, it's me.
Okay?
All right. Look. I talked to the Special Agent in charge.
There's nothing else for you to do here.
Let's go. I'm going to follow you home.
I don't need a goddamn escort.
I'm going to follow you home.
Marshall.
Mary. Marshall.
Mary. We're doing a Marshall-Mary thing?
Did you get my messages? All five of them.
I'm this close to pushing restraining order
to the top of my Amazon Wish List.
We're just... You're okay? I'm fine.
Mary, it's the day after the night
you arrested your own father.
This is the part when you talk.
What's the big deal? He showed up on my doorstep, I slapped on the cuffs,
read him Miranda, and dropped him off at the FBI.
Honestly, the image of you and Pia
doing the Lambada is way more upsetting.
It's Lia. And we don't do the Lambada.
In any case.
I have to take this.
Oh. Shame.
So... The return of the mythical father.
That provokes a myriad of unanswered questions.
Look. He made his choices. I'm making mine.
And mine is to skip any strolls down memory lane.
Maybe his new family feels differently.
He was with them a hell of a lot longer.
And speaking of mythical fathers,
why aren't you at the airport, picking up yours?
Abigail's getting him.
We figured the enormity of your father showing up trumped any airport drive-by.
Your fiancée and your father
are meeting for the first time, Marshall.
You need to go deal with your own Daddy issues.
Chop, chop. If there's one thing we know about Abigail,
it's she's got a thing for older guys.
Hey. You don't have to talk to anyone.
But if you do, you have to talk to me. Deal?
Beat it.
Tell your dad I say hi.
God, Daddy, what are we doing here?
Making a list. Checking it twice.
You know, like Santa.
Right, because I believe in Santa.
Look. You want stuff done right, never trust your partner.
Do it yourself. And always keep a list.
I don't get it.
What's the point of a partner
when you're just going to do it all yourself?
When did you stop believing in Santa?
When did I start?
Oh, man. Okay.
So, in runs Marshall.
Couldn't have been more than four at the time.
Decked out in nothing but a holster and a cowboy hat.
Talk about making your grand entrance.
Oh, the return of the prodigal son.
Hey, Dad. How's it... Marshall.
Oh. Hey.
Hey.
Thought you had a situation.
I do. I did. How's Mary?
She's fine. Claims to be. I'm all yours.
Yeah, it's great to see you.
You're looking good, Son.
Thanks, Dad. You, too.
Uh, sorry. Let me just.
Hey.
Seriously?
Yeah. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Sorry. Something's about to blow up. Not literally.
You just got here. Go.
Go. We're getting to know each other. It's fine. Go.
The less you're around, the more dirt I get on you.
Oh. What does that mean? Two words. Band Camp.
Oh, man. You'll never live that down.
What the hell happened, O'Connor?
Last time I checked, you went after my sister
and I single-handedly bounced your balls back to the Academy.
Yeah, well, it turns out
F. Scott Fitzgerald was wrong.
There are second acts in American life.
FBI, in a nutshell.
A crooked cop in pinstripes
who once upon a time cracked a book.
Inspector Shannon, if I were you, I'd steer clear of any talk
about being bounced back to the Academy.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Sorry. Traffic. How far along did you get?
What the hell is that supposed to mean? We're getting to it.
The Bureau's fully aware of the unreported contact
you've had with both Lauren and Scott Griffin.
Are you kidding me?
They sought me out, genius.
And only because they didn't know where he was, either.
I mean, what the hell? Bottom line, Inspector,
I'm here, I'm running this, and you could use a friend.
So could I.
Ew. Stan, what's going on?
Agent O'Connor needs your help.
You do. You need my help.
To be honest, I don't know what else I have for you, Ahab.
I hooked your great white whale,
practically threw him in the boat.
What now? You want me to mount him on the wall?
Your father's not the great white whale.
What he has to offer,
that's the great white whale.
In exchange for a reduced sentence
and a coveted cell in the WITSEC Unit at Woodbridge,
James Shannon will roll on his former colleague, Cormac Sully Sullivan.
No way.
Two Most Wanteds.
Wow. Well done.
James is willing to hand them Sully on a silver platter.
The thing is, Mary, he'll only talk to you.
Since 1970, the Federal Witness Protection Program
has relocated thousands of witnesses,
some criminal, some not,
to neighborhoods all across the country.
Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute
distinguishing them from the rest of the general population.
And that is, somebody wants them dead.
This is bullshit, Stan. I'm a WITSEC Inspector.
If I wanted to be a douche-bag special agent,
I would have gone to douche-bag special agent school.
Not saying you have to do it.
Look, I don't expect much out of DOJ,
but is this office seriously going to bite down this hard
on a Big Fish story peddled by one of its Most Wanted?
Mary. Come on, guys.
He's working an angle. It's...
Sully knows about Jinx and Brandi.
What?
We're not sure how. It's unfolding minute-by-minute.
But according to James, Sully knows about Jinx and Brandi.
He knows they're in Florida. And he knows where.
Are they okay?
We're working on it.
Are they safe? We're working on it.
My God.
We're working on it, Mary.
I don't know if he's B.S. -ing me or what but I'll say this.
The old guy is a charmer.
He's a charmer by trade, Potenza.
It's not a personality. It's an M.O.
Why are Jinx and Brandi in trouble?
Hey, sweetheart. U.S. Marshals are scrambling as we speak
to track down my mother and my sister. Why?
It's a long story.
Then, you better get started.
Forty ago, I met Cormac Sullivan in a back room at Monaghan's.
I call.
Six days later, I pulled my first bank job.
I don't bluff, Jimbo.
We should talk.
A week later, I was part of Sully's crew.
I rose pretty quick as a top earner.
I had a knack for getting into places.
And out. Yeah.
Jersey. Florida. Our driveway.
I never claimed to be an innocent.
I robbed banks with my eyes wide open.
I liked it. I liked the life.
After a couple of years Sully trusted me completely.
Well, as much as he trusted anybody.
Two things about Sully.
He was ruthless, and he was reckless.
And the Feds were closing in.
Jinx, why would you talk to the FBI?
They'll protect us. You can't trust these people.
Sully told me if I ever left the fold
he'd kill my family.
I believed him then. Still do.
Must have been hard for you, robbing banks
with one hand tied behind your back.
That's not what I'm saying.
I'm saying that the guy has got reach, okay?
Even in prison.
The murder charge.
He knifed a guy at the track. Slit his throat.
Even when he was inside, I didn't feel safe going back to Jersey.
Didn't think it was right.
I loved your mother.
She and you, your sister, you were loose ends.
You got any idea what Sully does to loose ends?
But, I never stopped thinking about you.
Shut up. You shut up. I swear to God, you shut up.
Am I going to have to go in there?
Yeah, that'll work. She doesn't even want you in here.
She's fine. She's got this.
Why are Jinx and Brandi in danger?
Three years back, Sully sprung himself from max security.
A week later, he made contact.
Said he wanted to ramp things back up.
He made it clear he'd been keeping tabs on me, the family.
Families. Plural, right?
The Shannons and the Griffins.
I told him I was done. Finished.
And then, he sends me glossies of Scotty and Lauren.
At their work, the track, at a goddamn barbecue.
So I left again.
Well, at least this time, the kids were grown.
Dad. What the hell?
Mom's really upset.
I mean, you've only been back two days.
Scotty... The worst thing
that a man can do is intentionally hurt the people he loves.
Now, you said that.
Look. Listen to me, Son.
Listen to me. Look in my eyes. Look at me.
Hey.
Being left, leaving...
It's bad on both ends.
People come back.
All right.
Hey...
I'll be home before you know it, kid.
I'll be home in no time.
So, why now?
What changed?
Sully had a lot of rules when it came to robbing banks.
Me? I just had one.
No killing. No violence of any kind.
We finesse our way in.
But this last job, Sully went off the rails.
2,000 bucks?
I'd say the kid's Intel was bad.
Cut him a break.
Screw you, Jimbo. And your goddamn code.
We got a new code now. Mine.
Don't do this. Don't. Don't.
Right.
You sign a deal with the devil,
a guy who kills for a living for fun.
But it never happened on your jobs, so...
You call it the way you see it, Mary.
I'm here to help
stop this guy.
Hey.
Now, you talk, partner.
Hey, partner. You, uh, got an update for me?
Yep. I gave Jinx two aspirins and one glass of water.
But she's still sleeping it off.
Hey, call her Mommy.
You want me to pack her bags?
Hmm? You know. For the trip.
Oh. Yeah. No. No. No, Mommy will get it.
How's little Squish doing? I don't know.
This one seems like she's going to be trouble.
Well, I'll be right back.
Come on, sweetheart.
It's you and me. It was always you and me.
I'm not your partner.
What the hell is she doing? She turns off the mic?
Relax, O'Connor. She'll get it done. Watch.
And don't you talk to me like that,
certainly not with the FBI taking down
every syllable on the other side of the one-way.
You got it?
Okay.
No one gives a crap about your code or your childhood.
All they want to do is bring Sully in.
The sooner you help them do that,
the sooner Jinx and Brandi are out of the crosshairs.
So...
So, let's draw him out.
Let's close the book on this story once and for all.
Fine. Happy?
Now, we haven't been able to track down Jinx and Brandi.
But Delia just got on a plane. All right?
She's going to coordinate with the Miami office to locate and bring them in,
along with James's other family.
Scott, Lauren, everybody. Yeah, what about...
Norah and Mark are fine, and Marshall's running point.
He's with them now. Okay? Yeah, All right.
I knew you were a Marshal, but Witness Protection?
That's something. That a girl.
Mmm-hmm.
It strikes me that you and I are both two sides of the same coin.
I mean, we've both spent all our lives protecting people.
Look. I'm going to put your suitcase right next to mine.
You watch over Mommy and the baby until I get back.
Okay, partner?
This is for you, sweetheart.
It's for your first communion.
It's the Medal of Mary.
The Blessed Mother.
You wear it, you keep everyone safe.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
Protecting people?
You're protecting you. You always were.
From the FBI, the undertow of a bad marriage,
from basic responsibility.
Inspector, maybe now's not the best time to...
We're not two sides of a coin.
You're just one more mope
to drag through the paperwork.
Read it and sign on the line.
Mr. Shannon, let's just look this over.
Don't need to.
I trust my daughter.
Show me where.
Sully's as close as organized crime gets to a one-man band.
He keeps everybody in the dark.
He hires by the job.
Surrounds himself with just a few key people.
Define a few key people.
Me. Two others. Backus and Finn.
Like I said, he's smart.
It's what keeps him insulated and on your Most Wanted list.
Or it did.
Yeah. Hang on a sec.
Hey. What have you got?
We checked Jinx's apartment. No sign of her.
But no sign of trouble, either.
We've got deputies headed over to Brandi's rehab.
They've already picked up James's ex-wife and their two daughters.
Okay. What about Scott?
I'm with him now.
He'd like a word.
Put him on.
Mary, hey. Hey, you okay?
This is crazy. My head is swimming,
I can't just pack up and go.
I've got a house, an office that I just opened...
I know. Okay? I chair a G.A. meeting now.
Scott, listen to me. It's not safe.
More to the point. I don't believe a word that Dad says.
I hear you. Trust me.
Do me a favor, okay? Just think about it.
All right? I've got...
I've got colleagues in Witness Protection
who arrange for this type of thing all the time.
No. No, Mary,
I'm not going to put my life in park. Not anymore, I'm not.
This is a gamble I'm willing to take.
He's the greediest bastard I ever met.
Good news is he's desperate.
All Sully wants now is a cabana
on some anonymous island and a bank balance
that will keep him there until the sun goes down.
So. I figure I make contact.
Float the idea of one last big score...
And watch his eyes go wide.
Simple as that, huh?
Well, nothing's as simple as that.
Sully trusts nobody completely, not even me.
What he does trust is merchandise.
He'll send a go-between. Finn, I'm guessing.
He'll authenticate.
We hook Sully with a little sample,
tell him about the mother load stashed in a Santa Fe vault.
He'll think about it.
Get comfortable.
He'll set a meet.
The merchandise. Where's that?
It's close. Mary and I will get it.
You and Mary? No.
Write down an address. I'll send agents...
No, no. Sorry, pal. God, it's time to...
It's non-negotiable. I go with Mary. All right. All right.
All right. I tell you what.
James, you've got to be reasonable here. All right?
He rides with Mary. But we are on your tail, watching you.
That's a best case.
Hey.
Marshall, what are you doing here?
Tell me you've got Norah and Mark stashed in a pocket somewhere.
I have a detail on them.
We're meeting up at Mark's job site as soon as I'm done here.
Listen. Okay.
My dad is in town for the weekend. No, I know.
And his arrival, totally planned, it's thrown me.
Just him showing up.
What's your point?
Your dad showed up unannounced, out of thin air,
and you're having to be professional at a time
when personal issues
30 years of deeply personal issues,
well, let's just say "thrown" doesn't even touch it.
Mary. Talk to me.
I've been talking all day.
Yeah. Okay.
I'll get back to the baby.
Good. Thanks.
Hey. We made the call.
You ready to saddle up and bait the hook?
Where we going, the Mixed Metaphor Store?
Nope. My safe house. In Old Town.
I was sorry things went south with the Latin kid.
The ballplayer.
Take a left at the next light.
And Brandi and the car dealer, Peter.
You know what? Enough. Okay?
We needed a father, not a stalker.
You honestly think I'm moved by you
keeping watch over me, over us.
You lost the right to move me when you left.
When you left a seven-year old in charge of...
My coming back would have put you in danger.
It would have put you in jail.
Take the next right.
I was trying to keep you safe. Right.
Walking away from you was...
Well, the best thing and the worst thing I ever did in my life.
Sounds kind of hollow saying it out loud.
Sounds kind of hollow hearing it out loud.
All this partners B.S.
You don't even know what the word means.
Mark? Mary.
George.
Mark. Who the hell is George?
Solar panels.
You bought solar panels as a way to what, weasel in?
Are you out of your goddamn mind?
It's not enough you spy on us like some creepy Peeping Tom.
You've got to try this B.S. end-around
to get quality time with your granddaughter?
Wait. George is your father?
Yes. No. That's, his name's not...
George is Norah's grandfather?
His name's not George, okay?
You're not George C. Parker?
George C. Parker.
He sold the Brooklyn Bridge. Six times.
Hilarious.
I only met her a handful of times.
But I'll tell you something.
This kid's got a grip like an iron vice.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Just don't. All right?
Folks, I'm going to have to ask you to clear out.
All right, Marshall, get them out of here. Now.
All right, Mark. Let's get out of here.
Mary, I swear I had no idea.
Unbelievable. So long, Norah. I'll see you.
Inspector Shannon, a known fugitive,
is a five-minute drive from making funny-face
and baby talk with your daughter.
You miss that?
What kind of Inspector... Hell, what kind of mother are you?
Hey, hey, hey, flat-head. Why don't you watch your mouth?
You think what, O'Connor, I'm aiding and abetting?
The only thing I want to aid and abet is the safety of my family,
the capture of Cormac Sullivan,
and the resulting and rapid departure
of George C. Parker over here.
Dumbass. Let's go.
I cased a little shop in Santa Fe a few months back.
Anything on the side you had to cut Sully in. One of his rules.
One I broke. This way.
First time I ever did this with an audience.
That ought to flush him out.
Come on, Shannon.
Good? Like it?
Home sweet home.
Come on, come on. Get it done. Get it done.
Take off the dress, O'Connor.
All he has to do is lie for five minutes.
I've got a hunch he'll manage.
Are we going to get on with this or what?
Christ, Finn.
You don't go in for much foreplay, do you?
The jeweler I met in Santa Fe
has got over 100 of these in a vault.
Street value's at least ten mil.
Intel on this is rock solid.
He's got security, but, not so much.
Sully was, let's say, disappointed to hear you've been freelancing.
I'm guessing he'll be less disappointed now.
Good guess.
Took the cheese and...
Smiling. Smiling's good.
This is the big one, Finn.
So, tell the old bastard I'm only somewhat sorry for freelancing.
Got that right.
We'll be in touch.
Just got to wait on Sully's call.
It's Christmas. Happy holidays.
We'll clean up and de-brief.
Hey, Inspector...
Good work.
Suck it, douche-bag.
She was in the Bjorn the whole time,
and I never had her near the actual construction.
It's not like I had her up on the roof with a chop-saw.
No, you had her on a series of play-dates with a known fugitive.
It wasn't... I mean...
Mary, can you just be rational for one minute?
As far as I knew, it was just some old guy
looking to buy solar. Uh-huh.
Forgive me if I can't be on the lookout every second of every day.
I can't be suspect of everyone like you are.
Do you mind watching Norah? I need her.
You know what? Don't even start, okay? Don't defend him.
Because if being on the look-out isn't in his skill set,
maybe he shouldn't take care of Norah.
Mary. Call me crazy. But when it comes to being a father,
I kind of figured having half a goddamn instinct is in the job description.
Resist the urge to draw your weapon. Oh, my God.
I'm sorry, Mary, but I agree with him.
Oh, my God. I do.
Uh-huh. And I've got to tell you someone's got to, finally.
You can't keep pushing people away.
Your issues with your dad, your...
Mistrust of the world.
It will... It will mess up that kid.
Don't let Norah lose her father just because,
once upon a time, you lost yours.
Also, your cell's about to ring.
What do you mean, my cell's about to ring?
O'Connor just called. Sully made contact.
The meet is tomorrow night.
We posted a detail for you, front and back.
It's precautionary, but...
Anyway...
What I said.
Good night.
Hey.
Mom, it's me again. And again and again.
Just call me back. Please.
Very nice, Mrs. Soon-to-be Mann.
Do yours. Do yours. Do you have it in your pocket?
Mmm-hmm. Yeah. Here goes nothing.
Oh, no! I did my best, but I had to guess.
Price you pay for not showing up. It's fine.
I can wear it on my pinkie.
Or, you know, yours.
I'll get it re-sized. I'll get it re-sized.
I love it. Thank you.
Chaffee.
Yep. Thanks. Bye.
My turn to say duty calls.
Seth, I'm still taking you to the airport.
Wild horses wouldn't keep me from it.
They'll only slow me some.
Don't give it a thought. See you later.
Know what your mother would say if she were here?
Abigail's the girl we always hoped you'd bring home.
Thanks, Dad.
You know, I can't help noticing,
ever since you retired, the old, gruff you is M.I.A.
I'm not finished.
There he is.
Thing is, marriage...
There's no room for guesswork.
You've got to be sure.
And who you're there for at 4:00 in the morning,
that's the one.
So, you've got to ask yourself is Abigail...
Is she the girl you always hoped you'd bring home?
Mary, Delia just called.
Your mom and sister are safe.
Oh, my God. Thank God. What... Where were they?
The rehab was doing some sort of family retreat. Yeah.
No cells, no e-mails, like that. Of course.
Miami Field Office has them locked down. Good, thanks.
Okay? Yeah, thank you.
Hey. J. Edgar.
We can't scrape up a little Kevlar as a just-in-case?
No. No, no, no.
No body armor, no wires.
Just like with Finn. Sully will spot Kevlar a mile off.
I'll be fine.
He doesn't leave your sight.
So, that bottle of meds that you left out in the kitchen.
Huh. You found my meds, huh. What?
I never know where the hell I put them.
Am I supposed to believe you have cancer, or...
Well, the cancer's legit. I wish it wasn't.
Stage three, but uh...
Don't worry about it.
Anything else you want to know?
Yeah.
Were we ever actually threatened by Sully?
Or did you just decide to run?
From what I hear, jail's no fun,
and Jinx couldn't have been easy.
Well, Jinx wasn't easy.
I hear the same thing about jail. But, oh, yeah.
Sully threatened you.
I keep thinking about that
playground on Fairview that you used to take me to.
The red monkey bars. Yeah.
I went back, some break from college,
and the slide in my memory,
it was halfway to the sky.
And when I went back, it was so small.
It was barely off the ground.
All these years...
I've built you up.
Good, bad or ugly, you were always...
Giant.
You were always Jesse James.
Turns out I was just a guy.
The slide at the playground on Fairview.
Well, I guess I won't see you so much after this, for a while.
Probably not.
Look, I don't know what to believe, even now.
But I appreciate what you're doing.
And I wanted you to have something.
To keep you safe.
When you get to where I am,
not talking about my age,
there's an ocean of regret.
These last couple of days with you all pissed off
and full of resentment and suspicion,
you've got every right to that.
These have been about the best days of my life.
Isn't that a remarkable thing?
Days that are to be proud of and...
You can imagine I don't have a whole lot of those.
Anyway...
I just want to tell you that
everything that you've become
with the nothing that I gave you.
Well, that makes me really...
Come on, Shannon. Let's go.
We'll talk more.
Thank you. Yeah.
Okay.
Field Charlie two. Charlie two.
We're on the north side of the bridge.
We have eyes on him.
Jimbo.
Hey. Sully. It's good to hear your voice.
Wish I could say the same, Shannon.
You think I'm walking around this long without an in at the Bureau?
Say hello to your son.
We've got contact with subject.
Stand by. Sully just called.
Dad? Scott?
Dad, hey. No.
I'm okay. No, no. Scott.
Now, say goodbye to your son. No. No.
Scott?
Oh, Jesus.
Jesus.
I don't bluff, Jimbo.
You...
Tell that pretty daughter of yours I say hi.
Oh, my God.
All units. We've got an emergency.
Target down. Target down.
Hey. How are you doing?
You okay?
You're going to be fine, Daddy.
You're going to be fine. Just take it easy, All right?
What stage is he?
He says Stage Three.
He's been in custody and off his meds going on 80 hours.
I'm going to make this right, sweetheart.
I'm going to make this right.
Okay, Daddy. We've got to go.
Okay, okay. Daddy, you just rest.
I'm going to see you over there, okay?
I'll see you over there.
Sorry.
I got here as fast as I could.
Miami office is spreading the word.
They're locking down the state, sir.
Ma'am. Probably don't call her ma'am.
We'll find him. A matter of time.
Thanks, Ahab.
Bang-up job on the great white whale, by the way.
So much for that corner office.
I'm going to give you some powerful pain medication.
It's going to make you feel a lot better, okay?
Yeah. Listen to me.
Damn it! Shannon's gone AWOL!
He knocked out one of my guys and the EMT,
escaped on foot. Where the hell was the follow car?
This is McQueen. I need an A.P.B.,
statewide, on a James Wiley Shannon. Oh, my God.
A.K.A. James Griffin.
And we need to spin up the Fugitive Task Force.
Shannon! Hey, easy.
I don't know what the hell it is with you people.
Must be something in the blood.
Don't even think of passing me the buck, O'Connor.
It was your goddamn leak that got Scott killed.
You're going to stand there, feigning overwhelmed,
claim that you had nothing to do with this?
That you're not in cahoots... What?
With dear old dad? Are you brain-dead?
Seriously. If I hooked you up to an E.K.G. or whatever...
Not an E.K.G. Would there be squiggly lines and crap?
Because I don't do cahoots with anyone,
let alone a known fugitive on the FBI's Most Wanted.
James Shannon asking for help is a non-starter.
Know why? Because he's not stupid.
He knows I'd cuff him at the door.
And he knows that because I did it, asshole. All right.
You want to assault a Federal Agent? I'm begging you.
Unbelievable. I actually feel sorry for the guy.
Anyone that shares blood with you has got my sympathies.
Enough, O'Connor.
Back off. Hey.
Just leave me alone.
Everything's mythical when you're seven years old.
Fathers, mothers, Santa, God.
The alleged protective powers of a gold medallion.
It's not that certain things seem larger than life.
It's just, life seems larger.
But the world keeps spinning.
And in a thousand tiny surrenders, or, sometimes, in one fell swoop,
what you'd seen as truly mythical,
you learn is merely myth.
The good news, if you can call it that,
is that, ultimately, you find other myths to believe in.
And other men, as well.
You see the myth for what it is,
close-up and in its bones.
Smaller and greater, and more like you than you care to admit.
It nevertheless leaves you always, every single time,
sitting foolish on the doorstep,
awaiting its return.
Hey, you all right?
I know where he's going.
My father.
He's going after Sully.
He's going to kill the son of a bitch.
Doesn't sound like him.
He's never killed a soul.
I mean, that's his thing, no?
He's going after him. Trust me.
What makes you so sure, Mary?
Because that's what I'd do.
Hey. Chief McQueen? Sir?
I remember when I was seven,
almost seven, I remember asking someone.
"What's the point of having a partner
"if you're just going to do it yourself?"
My whole life,
I think I haven't understood that word, not really.
I don't know.
I just know a partner doesn't leave you on the doorstep.
He follows you there.
Even at 4:00 in the morning.
Wonder what your dad would say about that.
Same as he always said. "Never trust your partner."
What's with the Cheshire cat?
I don't know, just...
My father probably should have taken his own advice.
I wanted you to have something.
To keep you safe.