All language subtitles for HUMAN TARGET - S02 E05 - Dead Head (720p - DCU Web-DL)

This is ridiculous.

Running us all over
the place like this.

Let me tell you something,
this guy ain't here

in the next five
minutes, we walk.

No, he'll be here.
He's just spooked.

Try the cannoli.

I don't wanna try
the damn cannoli.

I didn't wanna try
the sesame ball

when he had us running
all over Chinatown

or the empanada when
he was supposed to

meet us up there in the mission.

Suit yourself
because the highlight

of the day is the cannoli.

You know, the guy wouldn't
even tell me his name.

And then over and over and
over again about no cops, no cops.

That ain't a good start.

You know who
says stuff like that?

- Criminals say stuff like that.
- Look at it this way.

If everybody went to the
cops, we wouldn't have a job.

The guy needs our
help. He's nervous.

[car honking] You
heard his voice.

What I heard was a guy
running off at the mouth

about everybody
trying to kill him.

From the Yakuza
to the Russian mob

to the street gangs.

Sounds to me like a
paranoid whack job.

- Sounds to me like a client.
- 'What is your problem?'

Go around! Go around!

[chuckles] You
believe this jackass?

[explosion]

[indistinct shouting]

That's our client.

He's wedged in
there pretty good.

(Winston) I-I don't, I
don't know, I don't know.

Alright.

[grunting]

- 'Ah! It's not working.'
- There's gas on the ground.

- We got no time!
- Hold it up.

Come on, Chance.

- Alright, don't move.
- Okay, okay.

- Come on.
- I'll get his leg.

I got it. Let's go.

(male ♪1) 'They got him out!'

[explosion]

He's alive.

You still think he's a
paranoid whack job?

Other than the head
injury, he's physically stable.

No broken bones,
no internal injuries.

We could discharge him,
but only to a responsible party

who can monitor
his mental state.

His mental state?

(male ♪2) 'Mm-hmm,
due to the head injury'

'his cognitive abilities
have, uh, suffered.'

(Winston) Suffered, huh?

He has what we call
retrograde amnesia.

You're kidding me.

Can't remember anything that
happened before the accident.

Didn't even know who
to call to pick him up.

- 'How long till he recovers?'
- There's no treatment.

Only patience, therapy. Brain
traumas are unpredictable.

Could be hours,
weeks, even years

'before he regains his memory.'

- Can we talk to him?
- Mm-hmm. Sure.

'Wouldn't get your
hopes up though.'

Nurse.

Hi, uh, Mr., umm..

Doe.

We're the guys that rescued
you from the burning car.

- Saved your life.
- My life.

I'm, I'm sorry. I-I
didn't recognize you.

It's just that I-I don't
know who you are

because I, I don't
know who I am.

I don't know where
I live, if I'm married

if I, if I like Jell-O.

Actually, you know what, I'm-I'm
pretty sure I don't like Jell-O

but thank you
for saving my life.

So you don't know
who's trying to kill you.

Kill me? Someone's
trying to kill me?

That explosion
wasn't an accident.

- It was a car bomb.
- A bomb?

Someone tried to kill me? Who?

Well, we were hoping
you could help us with that.

W-wait a minute. What
if, What if they try again?

I-I need some help.
I need protection.

Well, we know some people.

[theme music]

Here's the thing, John Doe.

You mind if I call you J.D.?

- It's alright.
- Okay, J.D.

Here's the thing.

Amnesia, pretty hard
to fake for a long con.

You're gonna trip
up sooner or later.

I'm telling you the truth.
I don't know who I am.

Who would make
something like that up?

A criminal.

Someone running from something

going to start a
new life somewhere.

My attorney has informed me

that I've adopted
an adult white male.

When I'd laughed it off, he
showed me some documentation

signed by me.

At the risk of sounding like
I don't know what's going on

with my company,
what the hell is going on?

Well, you're actually
a legal guardian.

Technically, he's not adopted.

No, see, we thought it would
be best to get the client quickly

to some place where
he'd feel protected.

Uh, so the forgery was
just the, the best way

to get around all that
hospital, uh, red tape.

Yeah.

Forgive me for
mentioning the unthinkable

but instead of
committing a felony

perhaps you'd consider the
benefits of law enforcement?

Oh, yeah, yeah, but
see, before the accident

uh, the client was
very specific. No cops.

That's the only thing
we knew about him.

[sighs]Alright.

Oh, and, gentlemen,
your paychecks.

You'll note at the
bottom my signature.

Try and get it closer next time.

I could be a good guy.

People don't blow up good guys.

I'm watching you.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Uh-huh. That the dead head?

- Just call him J.D.
- Okay.

- Hey, dudes.
- Hey.

No hits on his prints.

He's also not in the facial
recognition database.

- And the car he...
- Rented to Dustin Hoffman.

Yeah. Safe to
assume that's an alias.

But the car had a
navigation system.

J.D. over there spent
the last couple days

'holed up in a hot sheet motel.'

Nice place to start.
Any word on the bomb?

Patience, brother. Car's
still at the crime scene.

If I can get a look
at the blast signature

I can narrow
down the threat list.

Why is my full legal name
printed on this envelope?

Oh! Oh, see, that
there is your paycheck.

- Paycheck?
- Mm-hmm.

This some kind of joke?

Well, if you're
referring to the amount

think of it as a signing bonus.

Oh, and I still need that W2.

No, it's not the amount.
It's that this is not money.

I only get paid in cash.

I've never taken a
check in my entire life.

Look, men in my
vocation can't afford

being burned by a paper
trail. Do you know what this is?

It's a license to steal.
It's a map for thieves.

Get your account number,
they find your social.

They find your
social, they got you.

Who are they exactly?

Well, uh, me and men of my ilk.

Well, as I've explained
to your colleagues

I'm running a
legitimate business here.

So take your check.

Deposit it in a
secure banking facility.

Report it to the federal
government and..

Wait for it, pay taxes on it.

- Taxes?
- Taxes.

- You think I'm gonna..
- SFPD.

Cops. To be continued.

Hello, can I help you?

(male ♪3) Yeah, just
need to ask a few questions.

Why am I not surprised?

The police are here.

I assume it's about
my adult orphan.

J.D. said no cops.

I can hardly lie to the police.

Why not?

Lieutenant Broward, SFPD.

- This is Detective Delgado.
- Ilsa Pucci.

My associate, Mr. Chance.
What can we do for you?

Well, we're just following
up on our bombing victim.

I understand the hospital
left him in your care.

That's correct. We've
taken guardianship of him.

So you know him.

- Uh, who he is.
- 'We're working on it.'

We were hoping you would
have an identification on him.

No, just following up. Routine.

You mind if I talk to him?

Yeah, we do.

Our John Doe's
been through a lot.

We wouldn't wanna risk
getting him further traumatized.

Winston. Been a long time.

Not long enough,
Detective Broward.

It's actually, uh,
Lieutenant Broward now.

Whatever.

Till a judge says otherwise

he's in our custody.

No need to get territorial.

Lieutenant Broward,
let me assure you

that if Mr. Doe remembers
even the smallest detail

we'll inform you immediately.
Do you have a card?

- Pleasure, Mrs. Pucci.
- All mine.

Forgive me for prying,
but there seemed to be

more going on than just
our client's protection.

The guy's a crook. Okay?

He and his team have been
gaming the system for years.

Money disappearing from drug
busts, evidence gone missing.

I knew the guy was dirty.

Staked my reputation
on proving it.

- I just never could.
- So that was the guy.

Yeah, that was the guy.

That guy cost me everything.
My job, my reputation, my..

That close. Almost had him.

(Christopher) 'Well,
maybe you still can.'

He must want J.D. for a reason.

We just figure out why
and then we take him down.

(Christopher) Okay, this
is your last known address.

Does it trigger anything?

(J.D.) No, but
it's not that bad.

It looks like a good
guy motel, doesn't it?

This place jog any memories?

I guess I'm not the
Four Seasons type.

Whoa! J.D., what are you into?

(Winston) Drugs,
protection, banking.

Any of this familiar to you?

This doesn't mean I'm a bad guy.

I swear, I don't
rember doing a single

illegal thing my entire life.

I-I can still be a
good person, right?

(Ames) 'Tell it to the judge.'

(Winston) 'If you were
such a good person'

'Broward wouldn't
want you so bad.'

Ames, you're the thief.
Where do we start?

No, if you really wanted
to hide something

you'd put it somewhere
no one else would look.

When was the last time anyone
staying in this motel used this?

(Winston) Huh? Anything?

- It's a key.
- I kno..

I got two damn eyes.

Let's say we go to the office

check out the footage
from the security camera.

Yeah. Ames, keep an eye on him.

And you, try to have
an epiphany, would you?

Don't open that trunk.

Step away from
the vehicle slowly.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the guy that's been
chasing this sick bastard

up and down the West Coast.

He always leaves
a secondary device

with a hairline trigger.

I cannot chalk line any more
corpses today, okay? Please?

I'll let you work.

Thanks.

So you double up
on caffeine today?

I'm a little on edge.

I just wanna nail
Broward, that's all.

[cell phone rings]

- Talk to me.
- Hey, dude.

I can't tell you who
made the bomb, but the

the workmanship, total
amateur hour, dude.

Listen, if we're thinking
this guy's in trouble

with the Russians or Yakuza...

Doe would be dead.
Those guys are pros.

What about the Mongrels?
They just got here.

It could totally be
those grease heads.

I've got a couple
contacts I can run down.

Well, hit me back when
you've got something.

(Guerrero) 'Yeah,
you got it, dude.'

Listen, when it
comes to these guys

shoot first, ask
questions later.

Got it?

- 'Ready to go?'
- 'Let's do this.'

Ames and J.D.
are still in there.

Room's in the back.

Using an alias and renting
some crappy motel room.

Maybe I was a journalist or

some kind of a,
a whistle blower.

[knock on door]

- 'Come on out.'
- 'Yeah, you in there..'

J.D., if you were a meth dealer,
now's the time to come clean.

I'm not, I think.

[Motorhead singing
"Ace of Spades"]

[knock on door] Get down!

[gunshots]

♪ You win some lose
some all the same to me ♪

♪ The pleasure is to play makes
no difference what you say ♪

♪ I don't share your greed
the only card I need.. ♪

That was nice.

- Thanks.
- Four of them, two of us.

They won't know what hit 'em.

♪ Playing for the high
one dancing with the devil ♪

♪ Going with the flow
it's all a game to me ♪

[sirens blaring]

(male ♪4 on loudspeaker)
'Drop your weapons now!'

- 'Drop 'em.'
- Don't move.

I haven't seen
you in eight years

and now it's twice in one day.

Lucky me.

Oh, you can't take
him. That's my client.

Heck of a job protecting him.

This is a crime
scene and John Doe

is under police protection.
You remember the drill.

I remember everything
about the job. Don't worry.

- He ain't taking you.
- Hey, you know what.

Actually, I am
worried, which is why

I've decided I'm
going with the police.

Be a little safer.

(It. Broward) 'See
you around, Winston.'

[cell phone rings]

- Yeah?
- Hey, dude.

Ran into an old friend
that runs with the Mongrels.

[groans]

Asked him why his
buddies were after John Doe.

He said they're not
after him, they were hired

to take out his protection, you.

Dude, do not bleed on the Eldo.

- Guerrero, hired by who?
- 'He claims he doesn't know.'

Three cracked ribs, I'm
inclined to believe him.

Got it. Thanks.

Somebody hired the
Mongrels to take us out.

Somebody? It was him.

Broward did this,
so he can grab J.D.

Hiring a motorcycle
gang to do your dirty work

that's right out of
Broward's playbook.

If he wants this guy dead,
nothing can save him.

Let's just go get him.

Uh, I can't believe I'm the one

who's the voice of
reason here, but..

Are you sure you wanna do that?

I've been waiting eight
years for this. Let's go.

Okay.

(J.D.) First, it's a car
bomb, then it's a biker gang.

I must have been
on the cusp of..

Exposing a major
criminal enterprise.

You can cut the act, old buddy.

It's just me and you.

You, you know who I am? Tell me.

You really don't know
who you are, do you?

Than I have no reason
to keep you alive.

[gunshot]

- 'What's going on?'
- Saving your ass again.

Hiya, so I'm gonna
need your car keys

your cell phone and your gun.

You're digging your own grave.

- I'm still a cop.
- Not for long.

I'll get that badge
off you later.

You're going down, Winston.

This time you're taking
your whole team with you.

Better keep your head
low. There's a price on it.

Put it on the bill.

[intercom sings]

Brilliant.

Hello, how can I help you?

Mrs. Ilsa Pucci, you and
your associates are suspected

of kidnapping a material
witness from police custody.

'We have a warrant
for your arrest.'

Uh, c-could you
just hang on a sec?

Uh, I-I've got the kettle on.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

You kidnapped John
Doe from the police.

It was really more of a
rescue. The cops there?

Yeah, the one from this morning.

Mrs. Pucci, open
the door now, please.

He's with Broward. You
need to get out of there now.

Let them arrest me,
my lawyers will have me

out of there before
my fingerprints dry.

Ilsa, did you hear anything I
said to you about these guys?

'These are not the regular cops'

'and they're not
there to arrest you.'

'They're gonna take
you and hold you hostage'

and force us to give them J.D.

Get the hell out of there now.

Well, what do you suggest I do?

You wearing heels?

- Of course.
- Take them off.

Mrs. Pucci.

Mrs. Pucci!

Miss..

She's in here
somewhere. Find her.

[phone ringing]

(Christopher) 'Yeah?'

I'm out.

- Now what?
- Get yourself to a bus stop.

I'm gonna have Guerrero
come and pick you up.

Ilsa Pucci's running
from the law?

So are we.

(J.D.) 'I still can't believe
that cop was gonna kill me.'

I want his name
and badge number.

I'm writing all this
down in case I forget.

- Where'd you get this?
- At the motel.

- Why?
- "Store It Yourself Storage.

Your extra clutter is
our bread and butter."

Hold on a second.

So that's what this key is for.

Good. Maybe we can
unlock some of the memories

you've got stored over there.

Whoa. Nice.

(Christopher) Looks
more like a safe house.

Derivatives, credit
default swaps.

You understand
any of this stuff?

Who the hell
understands that stuff?

Damn it!

The whole system's
been wiped clean

just like his damn brain.

Jackpot!

The odds of me being good
are getting really bad, aren't they?

J.D., I don't care what you did.

No, this is a sign.

You, me, a van full
of cash, the open road.

Hey, you wanna, uh

roll your tongue
back in your head

maybe step away from the van?

I bet Broward would love
to get his hands on this.

Hey, we have a name.

Everyone, meet David Jarecki.

David Jarecki?

David Jarecki.

Hello, my name is David Jarecki.

David Jarecki. David
Jarecki. It's good to meet you.

You can call me
David. Dave, Davey.

'Big D, D-man.'

- 'D.J.'
- All flooding back?

No, no, it's my face and my name

but it means absolutely nothing.

What is it gonna take for me
to figure out who the hell I am?

I'm gonna look myself
up on the internet.

No, we could do better
than that, we've got

our own criminal search engine.

[cell phone rings]
What's up, bro?

Yeah, we're at
the storage facility.

Found a huge pile
of cash and a name.

David Jarecki. Mean
anything to you?

David Jarecki, the laundry man?

This guy's doing more
than starching collars.

No, no, dude. The laundry man.

You're talking
the most notorious

money launderer
on the West Coast.

'This guy can make
millions disappear'

'then look legit days later.'

This guy's an artist.

Thanks.

[man singing indistinctly]

Get in.

Not you, Hef.

(Ilsa) 'It took
you long enough.'

I'm taking you some place
safe till this thing blows over.

Well, how about The Ritz?
I'll need a few things first.

- Shoes, for starters.
- No, no.

I don't think you're fully
grasping your situation here.

You use a credit card, an ATM

'you flash your ID, that's
like sending up a flare.'

- 'No credit cards?'
- What did I tell you?

Cash is king.

Great. I suppose I'm gonna
have to float you a loan now.

A money launderer? Me?

I just can't believe I
was such a scumbag.

That's why Broward wanted
J.D. to wash his dirty money.

Gets rid of J.D.,
protects himself.

Mm-hmm. He's got
something on Broward.

If I can find out what
it is, I can get him.

Ames, I want you to
tear this place apart

until you find J.D.'s
banking records.

Where are you going?

I gotta get something
from my place.

Whoa, whoa, you're
not going home.

The cops are gonna
be waiting for you there.

- My old place.
- 'Wait.'

You're just gonna leave me
here with a van full of cash?

I trust you.

How do you know the evidence
we're looking for is still here?

Because she's been trying
to get me to take it out of here

for I don't know how long.

She?

My ex-wife.

Oh, so you were married.

I told you.

It was a long time
ago when I, I told you.

[doorbell rings]

- You never told me.
- You sure..

You know how
you think you tell..

Hello, Laverne.

It's been a long time.

Something tells me
this isn't a social visit.

Lovely home.

Got it.

Should have known you
weren't back for your golf clubs.

Thank you, Michelle.

I thought you had
thrown this stuff out.

Oh, sometimes it's best
just to let things gather dust

instead of dragging
them out again.

Hey, something worthwhile,
always worth a second chance.

I'm finally gonna
bring Broward down.

Of course. Of course.

Because it's comforting to
know that people don't change.

Hey, see? Look at this.

Back then, I used to
write everything down.

I always thought he might
be funneling money offshore.

I caught him online one time
checking out a bank. See?

First Barbados Federal.

Problem was they don't
give out their clients' names.

They only use these anonymous
account numbers, but...

J.D.'S records match the bank's
name and account number..

We get that dirty money.

- 'Alright.'
- Laverne.

- Michelle...
- Cops just pulled up out front.

(Christopher) 'They
must have followed us.'

Use the back door.
I'll cover for you.

[doorbell rings] Thanks.

Like I said, some
things never change.

I can't believe
I haven't run off

with your millions of dollars.

Actually, it was
over $10 million.

Ten million, eight hundred
and sixty thousand to be exact.

You knew how much was there.
You remembered something.

I wish. No, I just
added it in my head.

Each stack of $100 bills is

is approximately
four-tenth of an inch thick,

and the pile was 18
inches high and 3 feet deep.

- It's simple math.
- Holy crap.

- You're Rain Man.
- What?

He-he had this, uh, super
photographic memory.

He'd do, like, crazy
math, counting cards

and he was played by
your alias, Dustin Hoffman.

[Chuckles] At least I
was good at something.

Dude, do you know
what this means?

It means we're going to Vegas.

Tell me you got
those bank records.

Uh, bad news. There
are no banking records.

But the good news is,
uh, we're about to go

and drain the Bellagio of
everything but its fountain.

No records? What do you
mean, no records? Are you sure?

J.D. has a photographic
memory. A thing for numbers.

He didn't need to
keep records 'cause..

They're in his head.

You mean, they were in his head.

He's got no memory now

so I got no proof.
I got nothing.

Nothing.

'This is my life.
You understand?'

I spent my whole life
going after this guy.

- Now you've just ruined it!
- Lay off! It is not his fault!

What are you doing?

This isn't about him.

I'm sorry, man.

I'm sorry.

I thought this was
over eight years ago.

And it's back now and
it's worse than ever now

because I got
everybody involved.

- And it's all for nothing.
- It's not for nothing.

This is different now.

Different how?

You got us.

So what's the plan?

Well, Broward wants
the laundry man.

Let's give him the laundry man.

Um, no, just..

Uh, no, no, please,
uh, tell me you're joking.

Keys to the caddy? Thanks, dad.

Listen, you are not
a getaway driver.

Your job is to make sure
that we can walk out of there

and not in handcuffs.

And as for the Eldo..

One speck of pigeon crap..

Nothing more needs to be said.

You remember the plan?

I bluff Broward into
believing I remember who I am

and then I offer to pay him off.

And?

Bait him into giving me his
offshore account number.

We track the dirty
money, then we nail him.

The money better be in the bank.

Trust me, Ilsa Pucci knows
her way around a bank.

Good afternoon.
How may I assist you?

Well, I need to open an account.

I'll be transferring money
from my bank in Switzerland

and I need the funds to
be accessible immediately.

Oh, uh, that's
two million dollars.

There's a 24-hour hold on
all transfers over $10,000.

Uh, standard protocol.

Well, I'm not your
standard customer.

Perhaps this will
expedite things.

Of course, Mrs. Pucci.

Rest assured that Grand Cayman
Bank would love to assist you

with all of your
financial needs.

But it's policy
to put on a hold.

Oh, isn't there some way

we can forget about
all that red tape, Paul?

You see, I plan on doing
a lot of banking here.

In fact, I can picture making
this my central account.

I can... picture that.

And imagine how
impressive that would look

if you were the one responsible
for bringing in my business.

Will not be a problem.

Ilsa showed her ID.

They're running it
through the system now.

Flare's up.

[cell phone beeps]

If he finds out I'm
bluffing, I'm dead.

Hi. Excuse me.

I'm Christopher Chance. You're
probably looking for me here.

That all-points bulletin,
all the points point to

well, me and my friend here.

(male ♪5) 'Call the lieutenant.'

(Guerrero) 'Alright, the money's
on its way. We're coming out, Ames.'

No, you're not. The
cops just showed.

Stay cool.

The heat's outside.

Do not let those cops
get into this building.

Yeah, what do you want me to do?

I thought you could
think on your feet, man.

'Do something,
anything. I don't care.'

As long as you don't care.

Oops.

I can't believe she
smashed the Eldo.

- I'm so sorry.
- Alright.

Put that away.

Mrs. Pucci, hold it.

You forgot your welcome packet.

Tell me, Paul, you
wouldn't happen to have

a back exit, would you?

- Paparazzi.
- Oh, right this way.

- Can I get arrested for this?
- Okay, you know what...

It was a total accident.
Okay, wait, just..

(Christopher) 'Gentlemen..'

Mr. Jarecki has
regained his memory

and would like to make a deal.

- That right, David?
- Here's my proposition.

Two million dollars
for my freedom.

'Secure transfer,
immediately verifiable.'

Doesn't take a genius
to figure out how long

it would take to
make that on the force.

Hmm, why is he here?

I'm just here to make
sure he gets back alive.

How noble.

Well, it's
self-interest, actually.

The deal includes
myself and my associates

so it's kind of a
win-win situation.

I can wire the money right now.
I just need the account number.

First, you show
me the two million.

[dramatic music]

See? There's the money.

Come on, take it.

'Take it.'

Now just, uh, let me type in

what account you'd
like me to send it to.

I can type it in myself.

Come on. Take it, scumbag.

[keyboard clanking]

Problem?

You said you regained
your memory, right?

Yeah. So?

Name the bar where
we conduct business.

Of course, I know
the name of the bar.

We never met in a bar, scumbag!

- Okay, take it easy.
- I don't remember anything.

Those guys put me up to
this. They wanted to set you up.

We can still make a deal.
I've got money, real money.

- 10.8 million, cash.
- What are you doing?

You're screwing up the plan.

Cash. I'm listening. Where?

In storage. I can
take you there.

Alright, let's go.

Sorry, I had no choice.

Clean up this mess,
but keep it quiet.

Okay, look, four against
one? This is hardly fair.

That's better.

- Put your hands up!
- Don't move!

- Freeze!

[indistinct shout]

Oh, good, the police.

So are we good?

I'm great.

As for you not one
soul out there knows you

cares about you or
is gonna miss you.

I don't know about that. Me
and him, we kinda bonded.

'Show me your hands.'

See, the question is
who's gonna miss you

when IAB throws
your ass in jail?

Just like old times.

Jumping the gun before
you have enough to convict.

I've got First Barbados Federal.

That's all you got? A bank name?

- You got nothing.
- Nothing?

What do you say, J.D., nothing?

Account number 5697124-80155-94.

I saw you type it
on your keyboard.

See, I got everything,
took me eight years

but now I've got enough to
put you away for the next eight

and the next eight after that.

[grunts]

Turn around, scumbag.

You see that?

I told you I'd get
that off of you.

[sirens blaring]

(Winston) Hear that?
They're coming for you.

Satisfied?

- No.
- I thought cash was king.

You got any idea how
much out of pocket I am?

Your new shoes, your new suit.

That lip junk you
couldn't live a day without.

Not to mention the
damage to the Eldo.

I could write you a check.

Funny. Just add it
to my next payday.

Here. I got you something.

Oh, a gift.

How sweet.

Paper?

I figured if you insist
on writing checks, you..

Might as well be
safe about it, so..

Same paper the US
Treasury used to use.

But not anymore.

Uh, well, let's just say
they ran into supply issues.

How thoughtful. Thank you.

You're welcome.

So the cops aren't
gonna arrest me?

Well, we've assured them
that in exchange for immunity

and, uh, $10.8 million

that you'll cooperate
with the investigation.

And that if your
memory does recover..

Well, yeah, I'd help in
any way I can, of course.

So you're free to be a new man.

Well, not entirely.

We agree that you
should probably enter

the Witness Protection program.

Although Broward is locked up

some of your former
clients may come after you.

I could find another
bomb in my car?

I thought Broward
was behind that.

We tracked the purchase
of the bomb ingredients

to a hardware store.

Surveillance footage showed that

you were the one
that bought them.

Me?

Why-why would I buy..

It looks like you were planning
on faking your own death.

Just disappearing
with your clients' cash.

You hired us to protect you
until you could make a dash.

So I-I had to stay alive long
enough to fake my death?

But the bomb went off early.

Wow, I can't believe
I was such a lowlife.

I hate myself.

No, you don't hate yourself.

Come on, you hate the
person that you used to be.

I mean, with good reason.

(Christopher) 'You've got
a real opportunity here.'

Start a new life.

Second chances
don't come very often.

You can trust us on that one.

It may not mean
much, given my history

but, uh, I'll never forget
what you guys did for me.

I hope.

[knocks]

[sighs] You back
for those golf clubs?

Michelle, I came here
today to apologize to you.

I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry for everything
that happened before.

Before, when you
stopped by a few days ago

or when you checked
out a few years ago?

All of it.

You remember what I
went through eight years ago

with Broward and
all those dirty cops?

Well, it really is
over now. It's over.

I got him. Thank
you for helping me.

I'm happy for you,
Laverne, I really am.

Oh, babe.

[sighs] I just know things would
have been different between me

and you if I'd have
gotten him way back then.

Laverne, if it wasn't
Broward, it was a..

A crime boss, some drug dealer

or some other bad guy you
were consumed with taking down.

You have a laser-like focus
on whatever's in your sights.

But that focus was never on us.

I know.

I'm sorry.

You deserved better.

We both did.

[Alberta Cross singing
"Old Man Chicago"]

♪ Oh old man Chicago
having his own fun ♪

♪ Living life if only
you give him.. ♪

How'd it go?

Umm, not so good.

Said it was never about
Broward, it was about me.

And she's right.

I am obsessed with work

and I'm not the easiest
guy in the world to live with.

I know that.

You're not so big on
sharing certain details.

I thought I had
mentioned my ex-wife.

You are a terrible liar.

But you're a great cop.

I was a great cop.

Hey, you got your
man, didn't you?

You're damn right I got him.

♪ Sing now o-oh ♪

♪ O-oh ♪

[theme music]