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What do we have on the vic?

Daniel Jameson, mid-50's, a
partner at the Ombello Group.

"Ombello?" Is that Latin for bullshit?

He had an apartment in the city.

And before you ask, I
don't know where it is.

Why don't you try to
find Jameson's apartment?

Have you heard of a detective
by the name of Casey Oaks?

If I can figure out who else is paying

and why that gives me leverage...

Maybe I can get out from under him.

Casey Oaks. What the fuck? Look at this.

That's Oaks.

Do you have any idea how hard
it is to prove a cop is dirty?

He said he loved
sittin' in the bleachers

in old Candlestick with his buddies.

So maybe my guy was
headed for San Francisco.

I think I've got a
live one on Drubeskaya.

A double homicide at a
gas station off the I-70.

What about this poor schmuck's vehicle?

He reset his GPS for San Francisco.

Helena Peabody.

Seriously?

She was your favorite? That
bitch ruined Bette's life.

Oh, bullshit!

She came between Bette and Tina,

she fucked up a beautiful thing.

Tina knew exactly what she was doing.

She's the one who strayed!

- Yeah, but...
- Plus Tina was into dick, man!

That shit don't fly.

Helena saw what she wanted
and she went after it.

And she didn't give a fuck
about the consequences.

Helena is all woman. She's...

She's what?

Sadie?

Sadie!

Hello, Sadie.

What the fuck?

It's good to see you too.

Sadie!

I missed you.

You got some balls, you know that?

Look, things got outta hand, okay?

You think?

It wasn't easy for me either.

- I had...
- You had?

Really? I had prison.

Whatever you had, you didn't have that.

I'm sorry.

It's a little too fucking late for that.

Is it?

You find everything you need?

Yeah, so far, so good.

- You screwed up bad, huh?
- Excuse me.

Cap sends someone down
here to check on old files,

usually they've screwed
the pooch something awful.

Yeah, well, I hope this
gets him off my back.

You want I should help?

Oh, no. Call it penance.

How else will I learn?

Yeah.

I'll get your stuff, then you can move.

You got rid of the green sofa.

Your cat peed on it.

At least someone missed me.

Where is Benny?

Wyoming.

Rachel took him when I went away.

- Got anything to drink?
- You're not staying.

It's all there.

Most of it.

- My diamond earrings?
- Hocked them.

- Bills.
- My bracelet?

Gave it to some chick
I met at Dinah Shore.

She was real fucking good.

One drink.

Then I'll go.

I thought about this a lot.

Every night, lying in my cell.

What would I say if
I ever saw you again?

Well...

Now's your chance.

You're a total bitch.

You know that?

I am.

I am a total bitch.

But...

I'm here now.

In your kitchen.

So you say or do...

Whatever it is you
think you need to say.

Or do.

I guess I deserved that.

I fucking hate you.

Hmm.

Since when did we start keeping secrets?

This one, I don't know...

9:30.

I should have been a tailor.

And you should have the
back that goes with it.

Bagel and a schmear. Coffee.

Pearl. Number one for
Mr. Fishbein, please.

Maybe one of these days
the earth will stop spinning

and you'll order number two.

Every morning for 53 years,
my old man leaves the house,

and takes the T train to the shop.

And then one day, he decides he
wants an oat bran muffin from Ida's.

So for the first time in his life,

he gets off the train at 24th.

He figures he'll have a
muffin and a cup of coffee

and walk to the shop from there.

- Is that the end of the story?
- For my father, it was.

Two months later he
drops dead in his tracks,

just like that.

And you blame the muffin?

All I know is that he
changed the routine.

And once you change the routine,

you change every step that comes after.

Routine, my friend. Routine.

You have a great day, sweetheart.

Thank you.

I choose life!

He's right, you know.

No reason to start keeping
secrets from me now.

- This one's different, Pops.
- No shit.

Oh, is it that obvious?

It's your fourth cup of coffee.

I may be dealing with a dirty cop.

No. You aren't.

Look, there are rotten
apples, even at SFPD.

You're not IA. Stay out of this.

You don't understand, Pops.

Bullshit, 20 years on the force,

I understand plenty.

No good can come of this for you.

If you're right, you're a rat.

If you're wrong, no one's gonna say,

"Well done, you gave
it the old college try."

Listen to me, baby. I
know things about life.

Mmm.

Hey! You gotta try this.

- I'm good.
- No, no, no.

For 10 years, the old guys
are making me fresh Spanakopita

for my hangovers. Trust me, take a bite.

I'm not hung-over. What do you want?

You know, the Greeks they
have a shit reputation,

you know, with the butt fucking and all,

but any guy that can bake like this

will always have a
place in my kitchen. Mmm!

- How'd the drop go?
- It was good.

It was no problem.

Yeah, I heard. Don't
worry, you passed the test.

- Right.
- Oh!

I got a little job for
you tomorrow morning.

How long's this gonna go on for?

Am I sensing a little resistance here?

Hey. Walk with me.

Mr. Popodopoulos, his
Spanakopita is delicious!

Honestly, it's like it
was made by angels, Mr. P.

It's just perfect.

What the hell is wrong with you?

- He's an old man.
- Yeah?

- You all right?
- You ever wonder why a magic wand

has a star at the end of it?

Because it can make
things just disappear.

And this star here says I can
do whatever the fuck I want.

So, you're on my clock until
I decide that you're not.

Mr. P, you're a fucking artist.

I'll call you later
with the details, right?

- Piece of shit.
- You okay?

It's not as bad as it looks.

You're a handsome young man.

Come on, I'll help you fix it up.

And thanks again, Mr. P.

Jesus.

Where's the fucking bath mat?

Jennie took it.

God, that looks a whole
lot worse in the daylight.

- It'll heal.
- What happened?

You really wanna know?

I really want to know.

I got shot.

Son of a bitch named Ethan Kelly.

We were working together on
a big haul, and he got greedy.

Tried to shoot me in the back.

- Sounds like a prick.
- Yeah, you got that right.

Tell me if it hurts.

Thank you.

Hi, is that Nancy?

It is.

Detective Clea Annou.

I'm trying to get hold
of Dominique Lacour.

Do you guys have her working today?

No. Her mother's been taken
ill. She's gone to visit her.

Okay, do you know where
I can find her mom?

Yeah. Guatemala.

So, she just disappeared?

Guatemala.

Only the guilty flee.

I don't think she was in this alone.

Never pegged you as
a conspiracy theorist.

Not every conspiracy is a theory.

Uh-huh.

You find Jameson's apartment yet?

No, I'm still looking,
but I'm going to go over

and to talk to his boss right now.

Meter's running on this one.

- Meaning?
- Meaning, no one gives medals

for solving a Jane Doe,

conspiracy or not.

- Sir...
- What?

That Detective who sat in
on my interview, Oaks...

Mmm-hmm. What about him?

- You ever met him before?
- No.

You investigating him now?

Just wondered is all.

Hey!

Let's get some grilled shrimp. On me.

You got it yesterday.

Come with me.

I want you to do something for me.

Oh, and the shrimp is a bribe?

A little.

Look, you can totally say,
"No", no hard feelings.

Jesus, Clea.

I'm your fucking partner.

Spit it out.

I want you to sit on a house.

Thank God!

I thought you were going to ask
me to watch your fucking dog.

Who's house?

Casey Oaks.

- The cop?
- Yes.

Shit!

Can't I just keep Rover company?

Okay. Don't worry about it. It's fine.

I was kidding.

All right, all you gotta do is call me

if you see something that
doesn't look right. Okay?

You know this could be both our asses?

I know. I wouldn't ask
if it weren't important.

It's probably nothing.

Yeah, I said I'll do it.

Let's go get that shrimp.

What can I do for you, Counselor?

I'd like to see these files.

I could get them myself if...

You could if you carried a badge.

Just trying to save you a trip.

This won't take a minute.

Hmm.

Is there a problem?

Only for the guy at the
wrong end of these files.

Someone else was asking
for them last night.

- They're checked out.
- Can I ask who?

Well, you could ask
me anything you want.

Just bustin' balls, Counselor.

It was Clea Annou
from Southern Division.

Thanks.

Joan, can you get me Captain Sleader?

- At Central, right?
- Southern.

He's on two.

Hey, how are you doing, Frank?

I'm good.

So, one of your
detectives, Clea Annou...

No, I'm sure it's nothing.

It's just that we're running
a sting out in Bayview,

Thomas Avenue, and one of my
guys spotted her in the area.

I just don't want my guys
stepping on your guy's toes

and vice versa.

The Jameson homicide?

Uh-huh.

No, we're good.

All right, thanks a lot.

Hey, come on in.

This isn't wet or anything, is it?

No.

I went to pull files on
Oaks' cases that either ended

before trial or without a conviction.

In the last three
years, there were five.

The thing is, they were all
pulled by another cop, Clea Annou.

- Maybe she's covering for him.
- Or she's looking into him.

I can't approach her
without setting off alarms

so you're going to have to do it.

Of course.

Look, Ethan, this
whole thing goes nowhere

unless we get someone inside
the Department on our side.

Right.

You start making
allegations against Oaks,

even with evidence to support it,

you have no idea how
thick that blue line is.

They arrest you on
some trumped-up charge,

you resist, they restrain
you, back of a police van,

I can't breathe, I can't breathe.

You know how it goes.

Yeah, I know how it goes.

Then help me build a case so watertight,

so slam-fucking-dunkable,

then maybe, maybe you have
a chance of getting out

from under this guy.

- And maybe you make DA.
- Maybe.

But we can't do this without help.

All right, what do you need from me?

First. Stay close to Oaks.

Second, this is Clea
Annou's personnel file.

It's all I could get without
making people curious.

Figure out which side
of the line she's on.

If he does anything else,
I'm the first to know.

Absolutely.

Hmm.

- Hey.
- Brought you coffee.

Thank you.

Whose kids?

Oh, it's nothing.

Just unfinished business.

Is this to do with Ethan Kelly?

Yes.

Let me take a look.

What's their connection to Kelly?

Why don't we go for a drive.

_

I had just lectured you.

Lectured me? Wow!

Did we suddenly step into
some sort of 1950's time warp?

The brooding husband and
the sad, diminutive wife.

No. Because there's no era in
which I'd ever be married to you.

You're just pissed
because I cracked the perp.

I'm pissed because I am running
point and you came in half-cocked.

I just wanted to be home by dinner.

Something funny?

No, you remind me of me and my partner.

Patrick Finnegan. Chicago PD.

Davis.

It's about all I can
do to not murder her.

I'm here on behalf of the
Federal Task Force Investigation.

Yeah, what case?

The murder of a Federal Officer.

Shit. How can we help?

Ethan Kelly.

He's a POI.

Recently relocated back here.

Used to own a security
firm on Mason Street.

I can't seem to find a current address.

I was hoping to borrow
one of your computers.

Shouldn't be a problem.
Can I see your badge?

- O h, yeah.
- I just have to check

with the Captain.

Ah, well...

We good?

You have a call on line one.

Sorry about your partner.

You sold me out to SFPD?

You're on thin ice, Finnegan.

No disrespect, but I don't give a shit.

What the hell are you doing there?

Anna is in San Francisco.

The GPS of the driver she killed...

You have no proof that was her.

They found her DNA on the molar
they pulled from the burn pit.

Of course they did.

Trust me, she's after Ethan Kelly.

And you know this how?

No way. Let me guess,
this has something to do

with the fact that you
just knew Anna Drubeskya

was gonna be behind the
Royal Hotel that night?

She's coming for Kelly.

So what are you gonna do? Sit on him?

Sooner or later, she is gonna show.

What then?

You have zero jurisdiction
and you're off the case.

Look, Patrick, I want Anna
caught as badly as you do.

Believe me.

Harper was a good agent.

She was a pain in the ass,

which is why if Anna bought either
of us a one-way ticket to the morgue,

you better believe Deakins
would be chasing down

every single lead no matter how small.

You have nothing to go on.

Patrick, you gotta give me something.

Anything, something that
proves that she's there,

and I will run it up the chain,

I will get it to the bosses,

I will get resources put behind you.

But if not, you gotta
bring your ass home.

I'm due paid leave.
Consider this my notice.

No, Patrick. Finnegan!

Fuck.

Mind if I bum one?

Thanks.

Sorry, man.

- If it were up to me...
- It's not your fault.

So, your partner was
a fireball too, huh?

Relentless.

One of those Jack Russell dogs.

Size of a fuckin' loaf of bread,

go toe-to-toe with
a mountain lion.

She didn't give a shit.

Saved my life.

I was beaten six ways to Sunday,

and left for dead out in the country.

Everybody wrote me off.

And I should've been dead.

Only reason I didn't just roll over

and stop breathing was Deakins.

I knew she wouldn't
stop until she found me.

And sure as shit, in
the middle of the night,

in the middle of the goddamn woods,

she pulls me out of the ground.

And I didn't deserve it.

She knew it, too.

The address you need...

What's the guy's name?

Kelly.

Ethan Kelly.

Her husband's the one who's missing?

Uh-huh.

Alice, come on!

Gosh...

That chick looks like she's
one kid short of a meltdown.

Yeah.

- Detective Annou?
- Yes.

- This way, please.
- Okay.

- Hi.
- Detective Annou,

- Theresa Archer.
- Thanks for meeting with me.

Of course.

I thought Tuesday was
the worst day of my life.

And then I spoke with
Emma today, Danny's wife.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

So was I, until she
told me about the woman.

Or should I say "girl?"

I feel sick.

So you didn't know about Mr.
Jameson's extra-marital affairs?

You work with someone 20 years,

you'd think you'd know
something about them.

I used to work for my
Dad, he has a restaurant.

And I'd see the same faces every day.

Cesar the chef, and Sal the salad guy,

and Denny the busboy,

and I thought that I
knew nothing about them

until Sal died and his
wife Gwen, she asked me

to say something at the funeral.

And it turned out I
knew a lot about Sal.

Like osmosis or something.

Well, lying and cheating doesn't osmose.

I'm sorry.

Like I said, today's
not the best of days.

Danny and I started Ombello together.

Were you two ever...

No.

I was married when we met.

I first saw him in the
waiting room at McKinsey & Co.

We were both interviewing
for the same intern position.

The interviewer was
running an hour behind.

- We got to talking.
- Who got the job?

Neither of us. I went
to Walker Brothers.

He went to Simonson.

But we stayed in touch.

And then about three years later,

we hung out our own shingle.

You're going to think I'm
an idiot for asking this,

but what exactly do
Management Consultants do?

Ah, well...

I can tell you what I
did today, yesterday.

But tomorrow's is just as
much of a question mark for me

as it is for you.

Executive hand holding mostly.

Let's say a client wants to
open an office in Singapore,

we advise on the feasibility of that,

we arrange for financing,
we negotiate a lease,

and we staff the office.

Or let's say another
client wants to take-over

a competitor's company or go public,

we deal with the underwriters, and
lawyers, accountants, that sort of thing.

Right, you're the smart guys.

Well, one client wanted to know where the
best take-out Chinese in Scottsdale was

and he called me.

What about girls?

- Do clients ever...
- No.

Not here.

Other firms, they may
get their clients hookers

and coke-fueled free-for-alls,

but no, that doesn't happen on my watch.

A lot of men here think I'm a
bitch, and I'm okay with that.

Listen, doing what I do, if I'm not
called a bitch at least once a day,

I'm doing something wrong.

If any of our consultants ever
offered something like that,

I would tell them to look for a new job.

What about Mr. Jameson?
What would he tell them?

Danny was good with numbers.

Until today, I thought
that's all he did.

Did Mr. Jameson have an
apartment near the office?

I don't know. You'd
have to ask his wife.

I did. I did.

What about the firm?

Do you have corporate apartments?

Yes. We have three.

Many of our clients abhor hotels.

No.

Danny would never ever use...

There's a reason they
call it a secret life.

Emily.

Please, print out a list
of our corporate apartments,

who used them and when and
give that to Detective Annou.

Thank you.

- You'll have complete access.
- Thank you. That's great. That'll do it.

If either of you knew what
that motherfucker was up to,

I'll rip your cocks off and
shove them down your throats.

- Do you hear me?
- I had no idea.

No?

What about you, Mr. Tittie Bar?

I didn't know anything.

Take a breath, Terry.

Don't patronize me, Mike.

That girl looked 15 years
old for Christ's sake.

I just spent the last
20 minutes with a cop!

- That's routine, Terry.
- Oh, do you think

that's what Campbell will say?

Or Jasper? Or Monroe?

I want calls to every CEO
of every company we billed

over seven figures or more last fiscal.

I'm talking full court
damage control, gentlemen.

- You're overreacting terribly.
- Yeah.

You don't think that Miss Campbell
won't be just slightly perturbed

when she sits down
with her morning coffee

and reads on the front
page of The Chronicle

that a partner in the consulting
firm her husband speaks to

three times a day was
fucking a teenage nymphet?

Or Mrs. Jasper? Or Mrs. Monroe?

Tell them that, er...

Tell them that Danny was
on prescribed opiates,

thet we were weaning him
out of the company anyway.

He was fucking sleepwalking.

Tell them anything that
keeps our doors open.

God, you men and your
dicks, you make me sick!

Hey, you still outside Oaks' house?

Yeah. Listen, Ombello's
apartments check out.

No evidence Daniel
Jameson ever stayed there.

Fuck, Sleader was right.

- What?
- The meter's running

and this fucking thing's going nowhere.

Thank you so much for coming in.

Not a problem.

Mmm. Definitely custom.

The hem is hand stitched.
The needle work is good.

Er, not what you would call
professional seamstress quality.

Yeah, I need to feel the material.

Yeah, I had forensics cut you a swatch.

Silk's pretty good quality. Chinese.

Any idea where we can find it?

Now, this particular pattern,
not off the top of my head.

Uh, you mind if I take
with? I can ask around?

Find out where it came
from and dinner's on me.

- You good?
- I'll take another.

Finnegan. Yeah.

Yeah.

Whiskey. Whiskey, what? Whiskey Pit?

In Mission?

Yeah, I got it.

Thanks. I owe you one.

Take care of that partner of yours.

You ever hear of a bar
called the Whiskey Pit?

Yeah, it closed a couple of years ago.

They had the best avocado fries.

That a Cali thing?

Hey don't knock it till you try it.

- Why'd it close?
- Underage drinking.

Busted too many times.

Not everyone can tell when a
cop's sitting across from them.

Touche.

Thanks.

Felix, get your ass out here.

Here you go.

Felix!

Hi, how many are you?

- Just me.
- If you're okay at the counter

I can seat you right now.

Otherwise it's like a 20-minute wait.

Actually, I prefer the counter.

Great.

So you're a counter person, huh?

Absolutely.

A guy sitting at a
counter has got character.

He's got stories to tell.

But a guy at a table by
himself, he's just alone.

- So, you have stories to tell?
- Oh, yeah. Hundreds.

All told to me by guys
sitting at the counter.

I see.

All right, here's the menu.

I'll be back in a sec
to tell you the specials.

Thanks.

Carmel. That's where I'd retire.

Alone or do you have somebody special?

Did I hit a nerve?

- What's her name?
- No name, no, I just uh,

no, it's nothing.

Well, I've never been to Carmel.

Oh, it's great.

You sit back, you drink a beer,

you watch baby seals bask in the sun.

- Do you go a lot?
- Carmel?

I've never been.

Excuse me? Hi, how are you?

Can we get another round?

That's another Scotch for me

- and for, uh...
- Hope.

Hope. Ray of fuckin' hope.

That's all we got.

Martini with a twist.

Our waitress a pill
of positivity or what?

- Totes.
- Totes.

What is it with the
abbreviations these days?

Everything is an abbreviation.

We're grown adults.

When did we start BFF-ing everything?

I have a...

I have a 13-year-old daughter.

Get out here. You don't look old enough.

Oh? Keep it coming with the compliments.

- Where's she tonight?
- She's with her dad.

We had a nasty custody battle. He won.

So, I get her every other weekend.

And I come here to
drink away my sorrows.

To lonely souls.

Here you go.

How we doing? Okay?

Yeah, this is one of the best
burgers I've had in a long time.

Great! Be sure to come back.

I definitely will.

You know I just moved from Chicago.

And I got to tell you.
This might be my new spot.

Oh, good, well, I hope
you're not one of those

order-the-same-dish-every
time people?

I do tend to go with what I know.

Why take unnecessary chances?

- Exactly.
- Just like my father!

Who's just like your father?

Where is this rare individual?

Rare individual. Hello, Sir.

- Ethan Kelly.
- Monty Annou.

- Pleased to meet you, Sir.
- You as well.

You know, your daughter was just saying

that she thinks it's wrong to
have the same meal every time.

Well, if you like it,
why get something else?

The whole spirit of adventure try new
things philosophy is a load of crap.

- Thank you very much, Sir.
- You're welcome.

Moving here from Chicago must
have been quite a trauma for you.

Nah, I was ready for a change.

- Really?
- Yeah, an opportunity

presented itself to do something
I've always wanted to do

and you know after trying
to talk myself out of it,

I kinda said what the hell?

What was the opportunity?

Clea? Why are you being so nosy?

Why are you still here?

I'm trying to stop you from
interrogating Mr. Kelly.

It's okay, it's okay. It's fine.

I'm opening a bar over
on 20th and Revere.

A bar! Now that's smart.

Booze is where the money is.

- I agree.
- You stick with this guy.

- I'll give you her number.
- Oh, really?

Okay. Don't you have a kitchen to clean?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- All right.

Don't let her being a cop scare you off.

I'll try not to.

Wow, your dad has a character, huh?

God, you have no idea.

- So, you used to be a cop?
- I still am.

Yeah, when I'm not slinging hash browns.

Really? So, question for you.

After watching you fly
around here for the last hour

how do you juggle both jobs?

It is what it is.

This place is my father's whole life.

Has been for 20 years.

It's all he has.

I'm pretty sure that's not true.

Can I get you some coffee or dessert?

No, no, no, I'm fine
thanks. Just the check.

Yeah, coming right up.

It's a fortress.

Fancy place if you ask me.

Oh!

- You okay?
- Yes.

Oh!

Oh, yeah!

Socks.

- Where we heading?
- Patience, my man, patience.

When you and Tommy
clipped one of my guys,

was that the best move?

Was it?

You're fucking A right it was.

You got rid of a piece of shit dealer

who was skimming from me
and then to sweeten the deal,

in his place,

I get a feisty redhead built
like a Brahma fucking bull.

I swear to God, luck
like that only happens

when you got a horseshoe
shoved up your ass

and you're fucking on a
field of four leaf clovers.

So guess what, Red?

You're my good luck charm now.

You are my wingman.

If you ask me, it's
a hell of a lot better

than doing a stint for an
accessory to murder charge.

And if you're honest with yourself,

you'll realize that I'm
doing you a huge solid.

And I got you a present.

Open up the glove compartment.

I got you a new toy!

I already got one.

Really? Really?

That's...

That fucking hurts my feelings.

I got eight buddies down at division

who know everything about Ethan Kelly.

So when I don't show
up for work tomorrow,

how do you think it's gonna end for you?

So, go ahead, shoot me.

Are we done here? Good.

At the dealer's crib, there's
a big guy at the front door,

big motherfucker, Samoan I think,

either that or he's biggest
fucking Chink I've ever seen.

He's there mostly for
show, but he is strapped.

At the back door is a lazy fuck,

probably three bowls of
Cali Kush into him already

and lethargic as Stephen Hawking

in August, he is not a threat.

The main dude at the
core, that's our mark.

He's sitting on at least 200 large.

Two hundred that I need

and 200 that you're
gonna help me extract.

Simple.

And if you do real good,

ice-cream after.

Let's go.

So, what do you think? Chink or Samoan?

I'm thinking Samoan.

Ah! Motherfucker!

Just stay down.

You're definitely getting
sprinkles on your sundae.

The bag?

Listen, fuck nut.

If you think about the
choice you're about to make,

really look at it, examine...

You talk too goddamned much.

Helluva days work. Helluva day!

You're fucking sensational. I mean...

I think you're born for this shit.

We are gonna have some
fun together, you and me.

All right.

That's a good haul.

"A good haul", he says.

That's a fucking great haul!

Twenty large for you, my man.

What happens to the rest?

Don't get ahead of yourself, Red.

I'm cutting you off before taxes.

You gotta pay the tax man, right?

Hey, listen.

You did really good today.

I mean, you're great
at that cowboy shit.

How are you with a softer touch?

How soft?

Tommy's sister-in-law.
What's her name? Donna?

If you touch Donna,

or those kids, I'll fucking kill you.

And I'll sit in prison for the rest
of my life with a smile on my face.

Whoa, whoa! I just wanted you to talk.

Fuck. I got a heart too you know.

Jesus!

Fuck.

Talk to her about what?

She's been making noise
about Tommy going missing,

I just want to get out
ahead of it, you know?

Throw her off the scent a little bit.

That's all. I swear to God.

All right.

Hey! You did great today.

Hi, Mr. Fishbein.

Any leads on the fabric?

Three places, that's great.

Hi, how can I help you?

Hi, Detective Annou, SFPD.

Do you guys sell this?

Um, we used to, actually,
we don't sell it anymore.

It's a special order.

Do you have a record of
the buyer or an address?

Let me have a look.

Um, this shouldn't take too long.

Appreciate it.

Yeah?

I found Jameson's apartment.

I'm sending you the
address. Meet me there.

Oh, don't do this to me.

Fuck.

Is everything all right?

I think it's dead.

You don't have any cables,
by any chance, do you?

Oh, no. I'm sorry.

Hey, do you have kids
at Westside Middle?

- Do we know each other?
- No,

my niece and nephew go there.

Maggie and Billy Walsh.

- I just pick 'em up sometimes.
- Oh.

- Amber Lucas.
- Oh, I'm sorry. Donna William.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Do you have Triple A?

I let it lapse.

You can use my card.

Though at this time,

it will probably take at
least two hours to get a tow.

Yeah, and I've got $100 worth

of melting groceries in the car.

You know what? Why
don't I give you a lift?

You can unload your
groceries and come back later.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I don't want to inconvenience you.

Oh, no, my husband has his
comic book buddies over.

I will take any excuse not to go home.

Do they ever grow up?

No, they never really do.

I thought you said this
place was an apartment.

It's got a bed in it, don't it?

It's a shit hole is what it is.

A shit hole that'll cost you 400 a week.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Rents in this city are
the highest in the country.

Unbelievable.

You're a crook.

It's the second drawer on the left.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Did you find Tommy?

- No, not yet.
- Oh.

Um, so, why did you come around?

- I'm kinda busy.
- I fixed this for Alice,

so, I was gonna give it to her.

Sure. Can you just leave it?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.

- Oh! My scooter!
- There you go, sweetheart.

- It's as good as new.
- Thank you, Uncle Ethan.

Yeah.

Need a little bread with that jam?

Mommy's friend says
jam's better from the jar.

Oh, really?

- Thanks for the scooter.
- Yeah.

This cheese is amazing.

If Alice has any problems

you let me know, yeah?

I found some olives in the fridge too.

Oh, wow I'm sorry. I had
no idea you had company.

Oh, no, he was just leaving.

No, no, no, no. The more the merrier.

Hi, I'm Amber.

- Ethan.
- Nice to meet you, Ethan.

- Do you wanna come in?
- Yeah.

Thanks, we got it from here.

All right. You ready?

Cover me.

What's that, like
for an 8-year-old?

Jesus.

So, you're from Chicago?

That's such a coincidence. So am I.

- Really?
- Mmm-hmm.

Do you know this bar,

it's... Oh, my God, I can't
remember the name of it.

It's in the Viagra Triangle.

That is what they call
it. The Viagra Triangle.

It's this area filled
with men past their prime

and women looking for
10 points over prime.

Oh! Wow.

Oh! Harper's. That's what it was called.

- You ever been there?
- Not that I remember, no.

Hmm.

You know what? I have no idea

where I was going with that story.

It must be the wine.

Oh, do you want something else to eat?

Oh, no, I'm okay.

Thank you though, Donna.

It works so good.

Do you want to see my
skates, Uncle Ethan?

Sure, yeah.

You know what? I have a niece your age.

Maggie, she goes to
your school actually.

And she loves to skate.

Maybe we can all go to
Golden Gate Park one day.

- Would you like that, sweetie?
- Yes, please.

Do you want to see a trick?

Okay.

My Daddy taught me how to do this.

He could do it in one swift stroke.

If you blinked, you missed it.

I wanna try.

Oh, no, no, no. It's way too dangerous.

You could cut off a finger.

But you know what?

Maybe when you're older, your
daddy can teach you how to do it.

My daddy's not coming home.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

No, you weren't to know. It's okay.

You know what? I think it's time

for me to go.

Before I put my foot in my mouth again.

Oh!

- Okay.
- Me too.

- Thank you so much.
- Oh, no, thank you.

You're a life saver. Do it again?

Yeah, that would be great.

Okay.

Bye, Donna.

I want my money. Fifteen million.

I only got six for the violin.

You sold it short, not my problem.

Well, that's all I got.

Well that's a real shame for you, Ethan.

You go near them again,

I'll slice your fucking head off.

- You got me?
- Yeah, you could.

Think about it.

I got sprung from Federal custody.

One minute I was heading
to prison and the next,

poof! Here I am.

I have a lot of people.
And they're good.

So, if anything happens to me,

I get arrested, I disappear...

They're gonna make sure Uncle
Ethan is out a couple of nieces.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow,

but a month, a year down the line.

You cross me and those
kids will wind up dead.

You know, giving those
girls a share of your bar?

You're getting soft.

But then, no good deed
goes unpunished, right?

Fifteen million. By the end of the week.

I'll be in touch.

It's good to see you, Ethan.