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- They call it "a bank robbery gone wrong,"

except we did everything right.

Us getting picked upwas
just... whatever, dumb luck.

- Is that what you call it,
old-timer, dumb luck?

- Mostly just dumb.

- It's just messed up, you know?

People are gonna look backat
this thing me and my dad did

and not remember itfor what it was...

the perfect crime.

- Pop?
Pop, you all right?

My dad's not breathing!

Hey, old-timer.

- Stop the van!
- Hey!

Hey, can you hear me?
Pop?

- Stay back, okay?

Hey, you okay?

- What are yougonna do to him?

- All right, relax.
- And what are you gonna do...

Dad!

- You coming?
- I'm out.

- Wrap it up, Stevie.

- What do you want to do
with these guys?

- I'm sorry.
Are you waiting to order?

- No, no, no, sorry.
Already did. It's all yours.

- I got myself in a rut...

Found the crab dumplings
and refuse to stray.

What would you do
to shake things up?

- It depends. How do you feel about spice?

- I don't mind a little heat.

- Hey, Dad.

- Looking at the fish.

- He keeps telling methat
the young one's sick.

I think he's just sleeping.

- Hmm.
- LaCroix?

- Yeah.
Thanks.

Bon appétit.

- She liked you.
- Who?

- The blonde lady.

I think she was gonna
ask you out on a date.

I don't think so.

Did you want her to?

- LaCroix.

- Our newest poster boys
are the father-and-son team

of Blake and Steven Wilson.

They were on their way
from Minnesota to Connecticut

to face charges
for a bank heist in New Haven.

They overpowered the guards and
left them for dead in a van,

which was found next to an
abandoned barn in Woodbridge,

shot point-blank
with their GLOCK 19s.

- We have footage
on the New Haven bank job.

- The skinny one with the .45,
that's sonny boy Steven.

The rifleman
with the linebacker build,

that's Blake.

He's been in and out of prison
his whole life

for bank robbery.

He just completed
a 12-year stint last year.

- Wasted no time
getting back in the saddle.

Steven's story?

- Kid's 18... no record.

- Until Daddy
came back into his life.

What's that
on the security guard?

- A bomb vest... that's how they
managed to get into the vault.

They got away with just
under a million in cash.

They were caught two weeks later

at a fishing resort
in Minnesota.

- Rob a bank, go fishing.
Talk about living the life.

- Well, their plan
was to escape across to Canada,

but young Steven
decided to splash out

on a couple of $1,000 escorts.

He got drunk.
The cops were called.

- Blake would've known better...

Career criminal,
hardened ex-con.

How were they planning on
crossing into Canada?

- With two
expertly forged passports.

- If Blake's looking to get
out of the country again,

he's gonna need another 50
for new passports... maybe more.

- Won't be long till
they're robbing banks again.

- Let's get
some TECS border stops,

BOLOs, photos to all
ports of entry

on the northern border.
- On it.

- Kid might be looking
to get off the train.

Killing guards... likely
the Dad's handiwork.

Stevie was just a college boy

in it for the money
and the party girls.

Might not have bargained
for this kind of violence.

We have any family
he might reach out to?

- A mother in Bridgeport.

She left Blake 12 years ago
when he was sent away.

- This is unbelievable.

His father's got him
mixed up in murder now?

Listen, Stevie
was never in trouble

until Blake came looking for him

when he got out of prison.

- What was Stevie doing
back then?

- He was trying to get
into Trinity College.

He didn't get into any
of the colleges he applied to,

so backup plan was to take
community college courses

and transfer.

- Doesn't sound like youhad
much faith in the plan.

- Stevie's ego is fragile.
We just have to support him.

- We being?
- Oh, me and Wesley, my oldest.

Just finished his PhD

in sustainable energy
from Stanford.

- That's a tough act to follow.
- No one expected him to.

I always told Stevie he's gonna
make his mark another way.

- Stevie was six whenhis
father went into prison...

Young enough to thinkof his dad as a hero.

Would Blake exploit that?
- He would've.

And I was 17 when we met.

Promised me the world.

Only thing
Blake loves more than stealing

is philandering and fishing.

After a big score,
he'd take off,

wouldn't come back

till he had his fill
of walleye and loose women.

Even in prison...
Came to find out

he's got pen pals, women.

I got my boys,
and I never looked back.

Is it too late for Stevie?
- We'll know when we find him.

- Oh, wait.
This is Wesley.

I'm gonna take this.

- Pen pals...

Maybe one of them's
helping Blake on the outside.

Steven was in a vulnerable
place in his life...

Rejected by colleges,
a half-ass plan.

He would've been ripe
for the picking by his old man.

- Hey, boss, tracked down all
of Blake's known associates...

All dead ends, literally.
Blake's the last man standing.

- I asked New Haven's
DOCabout Blake's pen pals.

There's one he's kepton the string

for the last three years... she
calls herself his fiancée.

Prison is sending us scans
of their correspondence.

- Ah, this I got to see.

- Her name is Jeri Eaton...

28, lives in Cranston, Rhode Island.

- "I experience with you
a miraculous spiritual unity,

a co-mingling of inner lives."

- "Spiritual unity," fancy way
of saying

aiding and abetting a fugitive.

- You see
a free outlet anywhere?

- Here, let me help you
with that.

Why don't you shoot up a flare
while you're at it?

- Right, should've known better.

- Yeah, well, that makes
two of us.

- About time.
- Sorry about that.

- Maybe I shouldn't
have brought him along.

- He just wantsto please you, Blake.

It's nice, isn't it?
- Hey, excuse me!

- Case in point... I say,
"Keep a low profile."

And what does that nimrod do?
- Hello? Hey!

- Look, you deal with him.
I'll be in the car.

- Excuse me.
You forgot my nuggets.

Hello?
My nuggets?

Hello?
- Time to go.

- They forgot
his corn dog nuggets.

He's already pissed off at me
enough as it is.

- There's plenty of foodwhere
we're going... don't worry.

What?

- Nothing, it's just...

I'm glad you're here.

I think you're really good
for him... for both of us.

- Come on.

- Jeri's a true-crime fangirl...

Scott Peterson, Jeffrey MacDonald,

Kenneth Bianchi.

- She has a flair
for the dramatic.

- Blake wasn't
her only prison pen pal.

Over the past five years,

she's written letters
to six other convicts.

- Jeri, you minx.

- But she's been Blake's
exclusive pen pal

for the past year.

- Super says
he hasn't seen Jeri in a week.

She's a good tenant,

pays her rent
on time and in cash.

Nice catch.

Walleye, good 15-pounder.

I'd be cheesing, too.

- Crook with a heart of gold.

She and Blake must have had
a little honeymoon

before the New Haven bank job.

They even took junior along.

- Maybe the next honeymoon'sin Canada.

- They'll need money for that.

You said she paid
for her rent in cash?

They're gonna have to
findthat cash somewhere.

- There's this.

"Here's a shot of you and Bill
I thought you'd enjoy.

"By the way,
these are the November dates

"I need bartenders for.

I can do 500 cash each
if you commit to all."

Letterhead says
"Marley York Catering."

- Caterer with a bunch
of cash on hand.

- Got one bullet
to the shoulder,

another to the back of the head.

- Multiple gunshot wounds
across the back,

both shot from behind

probably while making
a play for the door.

- There's blood around
her lips, no visible wound.

Maybe she bit one of 'em.
- Good for her.

Hopefully she gave
one of them tetanus.

- Looks like
they found the cash.

- And Chef York's wardrobe.

- Oh, my God.

- Jeri helped herself
to a few dresses.

- They snagged a few bottles
of champagne on the way out.

Blood on the box could be
the same person

that got bit by the chef.

- Blake is losing his grip...

killing anybody
that gets in his way.

- If Stevie thought
life with his dad

was all fun and games,
he's having his eyes opened.

- He'll make excuses
for his dad. I did.

First time my dad took me
to the Saratoga Racetrack,

I was 14.

By the fourth race,
he was completely broke.

I had 20 bucks in my pocket
from my paper route.

That went, but on the way home,
I felt good about things.

I told myself,
"My dad just showed me

how important I was to him
by borrowing money from me."

- We found Chef York's
cell phone

on the floor of the closet.

Last outgoing callwas at 9:16 this morning

to a Boon Pharmacyin
Cranston, Rhode Island.

- Jeri's home turf.

- Isn't this lace numbera miracle worker?

- You look great
in anything you wear.

Isn't that right, Dad?

- How's the hand?
- It's cool.

It's just a bite.
I can take it.

- You always were a tough kid.

Look, Stevie, uh...

I know it was hard,

my not being aroundwhen
you were growing up,

but I appreciate

the chance to make up for it.

- Thank you, Dad.

- Hey, how about wego down to the dock

while there's stillsome daylight?

- Yeah, sure.

- No.

Don't.
I know who it is.

- You what?

- It's a friend I called
from the chef's phone,

which I totally left behind.

I learn my lessons, babe.

- If this friend of yoursisn't right...

they're dead.

- We'll need plate readers
on all routes

in and out of Providence.

Wilson's smart enough
to stay off the interstates.

- Okay, so let's focuson Routes 6...

44, and 146.

- What you got?

- Yeah, Bethany Hogan,
works in the pharmacy.

She went home sick
three hours ago.

Took a first-aid kit
and some pain meds with her.

- Got ya.
Let's go.

You really shouldtake it easy with that.

- Where's my manners?
You want some?

- Okay, but not too much.

Jeri said you were sweet. She was right.

- Can you grab us another one?

I'm almost out, and your dad's gone flat.

- You're not almost done.
You're done.

- Wha... I'm just tryingto loosen you up.

- Yeah, by bringing
some stranger in here?

- Look, if you're worriedabout me,

I swear, my lips are sealed.
- No one's talking to you.

- Babe, why can't we just havea nice time?

I tried so hardto make everything good.

- Jeri, I swear...

- And, hey, for the record,
one of those bottles

would run you, like, $200 in a restaurant.

- Oh.

Oh, well that
changes everything.

- Here!
Yeah, knock yourself out!

- Don't look at me.

- I can't believe what thatson
of a bitch just did to her.

- Easy, that's my dad
you're talking about.

- Do you know how muchshe loves him?

She doesn't deserve that.

- Roughly same age,
same education.

Two years at UMass for Bethany,
two at Tufts for Jeri.

But their paths do cross
on Facebook Messenger

where they dish
about their shared passion,

Love on the Inside,
an online community

who date the incarcerated.

- All right, dating a convict.
I don't get it.

- You always know
where your man is,

that he's not up to something
with your BFF.

- Amen to that.
- It's safe.

No physical contact,
no intimacy.

You think you matter
in that convict's life.

- Like a sheep mattersto a wolf.

Convicts have written textbooks

on how to workyour prison bride.

- So Bethany got invited
to keep Stevie company

while Dad and Jeri
do their thing.

- They got girls.
They got champagne.

All Blake needs now
is a place to cast a line.

- Last ping on Bethany's GPSis
20 miles east of Providence.

It's right overthe
Massachusetts state line.

- Long Pond Lake's nearby.
It's known for its walleye.

- Fishing camps, lake resorts.

- On it.

- Flashing.

Go, go.

- Still warm.
Didn't miss him by much.

- This is Agent Crosby.
You did?

Okay. Where at?

Yeah, all right.Thanks.

They found Bethany's
Priusabout a quarter mile

down the roadhidden in the woods.

- They must have taken off
in Jeri's car.

- The ice on the lake...
It's broken up near the dock.

We got a body.

Bethany Hogan.

- We got a DB
in the water by the dock.

- Used anchors down there.

Probably from those boats
over there.

Tied it around her
so she wouldn't float up.

- Somebody didn't want
her found anytime soon.

- That was the intention.

The rope slipped,
was poorly tied like this one.

A life-long fisherman like Blake

would never have made
this kind of mistake, would he?

- No, he wouldn't.

- He wouldn't let anybody else
make it either.

- Nope.

This wasn't Blake's play.

- So what are we saying?

- What I'm saying
is it was Stevie.

He killed her.

I've been looking
at this all wrong.

Damn it.

- ME's preliminary on Bethany...
Blunt-force trauma

to the back of the head,
then drowning.

- What's going on, bro?

I let my own history
muddy my judgment.

It's all right here.

Two security guards in the van,
both shot point-blank.

The whole point of firing at
close range is a direct shot.

These shots were
off the mark, indecisive.

The shooter hesitated.

Whoever grabbed York
didn't have the muscle

or the experience
to control her.

They started shooting.

Ballistics found slugs all over
the back wall of the kitchen,

all from the same gun.

- Panic fire.

- This isn't the work
of a hardened criminal.

This is Stevie making a mess.

He killed all these people

in plain sight
of his dad and Jeri.

Bethany... he strangled her,

drowned her quietly,

hid her body
at the bottom of the lake,

and then dumped her car
far from the cabin.

- He didn't want Blake and Jeri
to know.

- That's what I'm thinking.

It suggests that Blake
is not too happy

with Stevie's killing spree.

Perhaps there is tension
between the two of them,

maybe something we can exploit.

- Okay, let's dig into that.

- We don't need
to worry about Bethany.

She's just not the type to...

- Sneak out in the middleof the night?

We're fightingfor our lives, Jeri.

That's the cornerthat kid pushed us into.

- I know.

He's got me worried, too,

but the kid worships you, Blake.

- Yeah, he's a live wire,
and he's in the way.

- It's a cakewalk,
just like you said.

It's all there...
No guards, back exit.

So?

- See you on the other side.

- Everyone stays on the ground!

No one talks!

No one moves, and no one dies!

I said don't move!
- I'm not!

- Not now!

You were just a second ago
right over here!

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Don't!

- The alarm, bitch!
- Let it go!

- Is that what you
were stupid enough to do?

- Leave her alone.

- what the hell are you doing?

- The big one
emptied the drawer so fast.

I thought
maybe he took the bait money.

He grabbed everything but.

- Is therea back exit downstairs?

- Not an official one.

There's a way out
through the service corridor.

- You remember anything else
about the two men?

- The big one wanted to go,

but the skinny one
wouldn't listen.

After he shot Ryan,
the big one dragged him out.

- Physically?
- Pulled him by the collar.

The big one was pissed.

- That's it for now.
Thank you.

- Bank manager puts the take
at around 11 grand.

That's 30 grand shy of what
they need for those passports.

- If the Wilson'smake it that far,

the family tiesare looking thin.

- Even with his son's antics,

Blake is proving himself
a total pro,

avoiding the bait money,
knowing about the exit.

- Jeri was probably parked
there in the getaway car.

- Any video with a sight line
to the back exit?

- Got it right here.

- Excellent.
Let's get a look at her.

- Now, I crosscheckedthe timecode.

You got Jeri starting to leave

at the same timethat
Stevie shot the employee,

so I'm guessing Jeriheard
the shot and panicked.

- She was gonna run,
but then changed her mind.

- But her impulse was to run.

- She had enough
of the gangster life.

- Maybe we can get her
to run again.

The website she
and Bethany were on...

- Love on the Inside.

- Yeah, yeah, does Jeri
still log on to that?

- Uh, last time was yesterday.

She's not posting but reading
about other ladies

and how they're living it up
with their bad boys.

- All right, well,
we're gonna assume

she doesn't know Stevie
killed Bethany

because Bethany's
about to reach out to Jeri

and coax her away from Blake.
- I'm liking this.

You would.

- All right, hard sellthe story

about Blakedriving Bethany away.

- "Hey, Jeri,
sorry I cut out on you,

but I was forced to
by Blake, who"...

- "Forced himself on me."
- "And that's why I took off."

- "Fearing for my life
and yours."

- "I'm ready to go
to the police."

- "But I won't do it
unless I know you're safe."

- "I'm here for you, Jeri."

- "Just name a place to meet."

- Works for me.

- Send it.

- It's Tali.

She said they went back
to the Chinese place

but didn't see my girlfriend...
Sad face.

She is a funny one.

- She is.

Seriously, bro, you might've
missed an opportunity.

- Ah, I don't think so.

Tali was there.

If I had have responded,

it might've been difficultfor her.

- I don't know about that.

Tali actually might like
to see you out there.

I think my folks
would be okay with it, too.

I wouldn't know where to start.

- Well, there's dating apps,
but everybody wants

a guaranteed outcome.

That ain't living.

- No, it ain't.

So what do you do?

- Tried and true...
Be nice, friendly.

Be open.

- It's Jeri.

"Bethany, I've thought
seriously about what you said.

I'll meet you tomorrow at 9:00
behind Garden City Plaza."

- Jeri, I'm Agent LaCroix
of the FBI.

I'd like you to come
with us, please.

Oh, she's on the move!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Let me go!
- Hold on. Hold on.

- Where's Bethany?
That bitch lied to me.

Let me go.
- Easy, lady.

We're not trying to hurt you.
- Come take a look!

- We got a tarp, hacksaw,
garbage bags.

- And inthe glove compartment...

Jeri had a going-away
partyplanned for Bethany.

- I didn't want to meet
Bethany, but Stevie made me.

He wanted me to kill her
to shut her up.

- Stevie told you to kill her?
- Yes.

I wouldn't havegone through with it,

but I'm scared of Stevie, and so is Blake.

I mean, after seeing himkill four people...

You know?

- Five people.
Stevie already killed Bethany.

And you're lying to us.

Nobody sent you
to the Garden City Plaza.

You resented Bethany
for threatening the fantasy

you'd created around Blake.

But then there's Stevie.

- We saw how you almost
drove away when you heard

the shooting in the bank.

You wanted to leave
because of Stevie,

but you couldn't
'cause of Blake.

- Whether you agreed
to the murders or not,

you're an accomplice.

If you cooperate,
maybe we could work

something out for you and Blake.

- You might even get out
of jail at the same time,

be able to pick up
where you left off.

- Who gave Blake
inside information

on the bank in Rehoboth?

- Uh, this guy in New Haven.

I don't know his name,
but wewent to his place just before.

- So you can lead us to him?

- It was at night. Blake was driving.

He said the guyowed him $100,000.

He told me to knockon the door.

It was a blue door.

He answered,
and then Blakeand Stevie pushed in.

- Great.
What'd he look like?

- He was black, hefty.

He had a hearing aidon his left side.

Blake sent me back to the car,

and I waitedtill they came back,

and then the next day, they hit the bank.

- And what about the 100,000?

- I don't think they got it.

If they did,
theywouldn't need to rob anybody.

- Because they had enough
for the passports?

Blake's heading to Canada, yes?

- It's too late
to hold out on us, Jeri.

- Blake knows these people... the
Albanians, he calls them.

We gave them $10,000.

They said we had two daysto
come up with the rest.

How much is the rest?

- 50,000.

- These were foundin Jeri's purse...

Photos for the fake passports.

Looks like Stevieis the odd man out.

- Blake's cutting him loose.

- Probably not until he's
gotthe money for the passports.

At least one more bank robbery.

The bank jobthey got arrested for,

the one in New Haventhree months ago,

netted them what?

- Uh, they cleared almost a mil.

- And they were caught
with 840 grand.

- And take away the 50k
for the passports.

- Right.

- That still leaves 100 grand
unaccounted for.

- Money they might've paid
to an inside man

for information on the bank job.

Can you cue up
the New Haven bank job?

Yeah, give me a sec.

Blow it up.
Play it back.

- Mm-hmm.
- Real slow.

- He's bleeding...

from a blown eardrum.

That's our man.

- Good.

- FBI, freeze!

- Get up!

- We'll take that as an
admission of guilt, Mr. Green.

- It's an admission of nothing.
Okay, it was a panic attack.

I have PTSS to this daybecause
of that bank robbery.

- Come on, Mr. Green,

Blake Wilson's girlfriend
described you.

She described your house.
- What are you talking about?

- After your injury,
Tilling Security gave you

a desk job
at their corporate office.

- Come on, come on.

- You have intel
on dozens of banks.

- I didn't help Blake Wilson.

- Don't make us look
for your cut

from the New Haven job.
- I spent it, all right?

I bought my mom a new condo,
but I didn't help Blake Wilson.

I helped Stevie.

- You helped Stevie rob banks?

- Me and Stevie used to work
at a club up in Hartford.

I did security.
He bused tables.

When I got the job at the bank,
Stevie started telling me

about his pops,
how he was getting out of jail

and how he thought he could
talk him into hitting my bank.

- It was his idea?
He reached out to Blake?

- Yes, all he talked about
was his dad,

how he wanted
to be just like him.

He said it was in
his blood, for God's sake.

Got to admit...

Blake's pretty good.

He came up
with the whole bomb vest thing.

It was pretty slick, right?

- And when Blake found
outyou had no money left?

- I thought he'd kill me,
but Stevie stepped up for me,

and that's what saved me.

I just had to give up
some information on some banks.

- How many?

- Three.

- It's been almost 36 hours.

What are the Wilsons
waiting for?

- They should've struck by now.

Maybe Blake figured
we got to Jeri.

It's got him spooked.

- Spooked or not,
they need money to get

out of the country, and they're
running out of time,

not to mention
his trigger-happy son

is probably pushing him
to do something.

Maybe it's a bank we missed.

Maybe it's one
they already scouted.

- When would Blake
have found the time?

He did a bank job as soon
as he got out of jail,

and he's been
on the run ever since.

- Maybe it's Stevie.

He's been wanting to fill
his father's shoes

since way before
Blake got out of prison.

- It was in his blood?

- Maybe he struck out on his own

while he was in Hartford...
Get some work experience.

Can you pull up the...
- Bank robberies in Hartford.

- Yeah, while Stevie
was living there.

- Two... all suspects in custody.

And an attempted robbery

at the Green Mountain
Savings and Loan.

Suspect got away.

Here he is.
- Could be him.

Looks like he lost his nerve.

- But he would've done
his homework on that bank...

Research that'd come in
real handy right about now.

Call Hartford PD.
Get 'em out to that bank ASAP.

And let's get the bird fired up.

- Have him lock the door.
- Get up, get up!

Get up now!
Lock the door!

Quickly!
- Okay.

It's locked.

- Get on the ground!

What do we do now?

- About 30 minutes
into the standoff.

We've made at least two
bad guys through the windows.

Area's secure.
Snipers are in place.

- Gonna join you guys on top.
- Good.

We have a hostage negotiator
on site?

- Lieutenant Thomas,
State Police.

- Agent LaCroix.
Any contact?

- We've been trying... nothing
but silence on the other end.

- We got shots!
We got shots fired!

- We'll shoot one
every half hour

until our demands are met.

We'll call you back with a list.

- May I?

- I said we'd call you back.

- Steven Wilson, this is
Agent LaCroix of the FBI.

I'm taking over
these negotiations.

You need to listen to me
very carefully.

- No, you listen to me.

- You're not dealing
with the State Police anymore.

This is the FBI,
so you're gonna have to put

your big-boy pants on, Stevie.

I will not consider
any of your demands

until you let us remove
that person

from the front of the bank.

This is a serious negotiation
for your lives

and the lives of your hostages.

I will not let you
turn this into a spectacle.

Are we clear?

- Okay, go ahead. Take the body.

I don't care.

- Good.
- Get him out of there.

- Now, I don't believe
your father's with you.

I don't think
he trusts you anymore

since you botched that job
last year

and you lost your nerve.
- He trusts me.

He's here.
We're in this together.

- Prove it.
Put him on the phone.

- The FBI wants to talk to you.

- Blake Wilson?
- That's right.

Who's this?
- Agent LaCroix.

You know we have
Jeri Eaton in custody?

- Yeah.

- You curious to know
what's happening with her?

No.

Passport.

Well, thanks to Jeri,
we're all caught up

on who's behind the body count.

And killing the hostage...
That was Stevie's idea?

- Yeah.

- Now, you know I know there's
no way out of there alive

unless you play this as smart
as I think you are.

- Well aware of that.

- Let me offer you a way out.

- Okay.

But you heard my son.
It's do or die.

Just can't be any other way.

- Let me come in and negotiate.

- Okay.

- Let's get wired up.

- You sure?

- Sounds like Stevie wantsto
go out in a blaze of glory.

Not Blake... I don't think

he can shake his sonwithout some help.

- It's done.

- Thank you.

- Hold your fire!
Agents going in!

- We want a car to the airport

and a chopper
to anywhere we want.

- I can't do that, but I'm
willing to meet you halfway.

You release the hostages,

and I'll secure an exit
for one of you.

Which one of you,
you can decide.

That's up to you guys.

There's only one criminal
we want.

- You really think I'm just
gonna leave my dad behind?

- Stevie, look at me.

Look at me, Stevie.

I'm not afraid to go back.
It's what I know.

- No, there's got to be
another way.

- There isn't.
You heard him.

He's willing to do the time.

- I robbed youof a real father,

and I'm not gonnatake
away your future, too.

Just take the deal.
- I can't do that to you.

- Damn it, Stevie!

Why can't you just
do what I say for once?

How in the hell you think

we got into this mess
in the first place?

- Look, I know I screwed up,

but from here on out,
I'm not letting you down, okay?

No deal.

- I'm offering you a way out.

You're willing to die to save
your father from going to jail?

- Damn right.
- You're a good kid, Stevie.

Better than he deserves.

Did he tell you
what he had planned?

Did you tell him?

- Jeri led us to the Albanians

who were making passports
for your father.

There's two passports here.

One for Blake...

And there's another one
here for...

Well, you tell me.

There's no passport
for you, Stevie.

Jeri told us that Blake
was planning on killing you

before he got to the border.

- No, no, nobody was gonna kill you.

No, the planwas to come back for you.

Stevie.

I-I...

Whoa.
- Don't do it, Steven.

Nobody needs to die here.
Just give me the gun.

- Oh! God!

You stupid... what'd you do that for?

- You were really just gonna
get rid of me?

- I should've walked awaywhen
you came looking for me.

This couldn't have worked
outworse if I tried,

you weak, pathetic...

- Don't do it Steven.

I know you want to,
and I know why.

- I'm gonna go away
for the rest of my life

no matter what, so why not?

- Because then
I'll have to kill you,

and I don't want to do that.

Trust me, he's not worth it.

I would've done anything
for him.

- I know.
I hear you.

All he does is take...
From you, from your mom.

But you kill him,
he takes everything.

You hear me, Steven?

Steven, do you hear me?

It's better for him to live
with what he's done.

We're clear.

- We're clear.
- We're clear!

- Get up!

- Well, you got me out alive.

- Trust me, it wasn'tyour
life I was trying to save.

- Looks like Blake's
gonna pull through.

- Somehow I'm not relieved.

You know, the second time

I went to the trackwith my
dad, I wanted to go.

I wanted to be like himwith
his pals and his world.

He started losing, as usual.

Got drunk, as usual,

and blamed mefor his bad luck.

When I saw Stevie's picture,
I thought to myself...

"I know this kid."

Five homicides later...

- We all got blind spots, bro.

You still got the job done.

I'm heading up.
You coming?

- No, I'm gonna sit for a bit.

- I am donefor the night, Pete.

You mind checkingon my to-go order?

- Yeah, sure.

- What'd you order?

- The salmon.
- I was gonna order that.

Any dessert?
- Tiramisu for my son.

- How old?

- 14 going on 40.

Likes it with his
decafcappuccino in the morning.

- I'm usually up and outby
the time he gets up, so...

- Restaurant opens that early?

- No, I teachspecial education.

- Really?

Well...

that's important work.

- And what do you do?

Um...

I'm in law enforcement.

- Hmm.

Wouldn't have taken you
for a cop.

- What would you take me for?

- I don't know.
A philosophy professor.

Maybe in another life.

Here you go.

Thanks, Pete.

- Have a good night.

- Lovely talkingwith you, Professor...

- Jess.

- Leslie.

Have a good rest of your night.