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Welcome back to another edition of

"Milk Crate Confessionals".

♪ 99 bottles of rum ♪

Promised Crystal I wouldn't drink and I'm mega wasted.

End of summer play already?

I uh, flirted with the idea of acting.

When Crystal cleans, your place is Crystal Clean.

That could be my birth mom.

You're the one who pushed me to come here to find things

- I probably didn't need to. - Ow! Sammy!

The Moonshine owes $350,000 in back taxes?!

Plus interest and penalties.

Ugh!

Church lady likes to party.

Church lady has trust issues.

Little Christian charity, JC?

No judgment.

Oh!

Ugh!

- Hear that sound? - Oh!

I'll tell you what I'm not hearing.

- You. I'm not hearing you! - They're locusts.

Biblical beacons of peril and plague.

Shitshow raineth down!

Oh, the shit has hitteth the fan.

And after two hours of scrubbing your filthy trailer,

I realize there's only one way to clean up this mess.

Oh, do tell, Lady Badass.

Lady Badass with a plan.

Gale used The Moonshine to launder his dirty money.

Now I'm gonna use Gale.

And after that, who knows?

Maybe I go off on my own.

Oh. Interesting pivot.

Do you have a better solution to pay the tax bill,

replenish my kids' college fund,

uh, finance a rebuild,

and maybe a car that's not beat to shit?

You're trying to edge your biker boyfriend

- out of his own game. - No!

Gale understands. I'm a businesswoman.

He-he respects my "can do" autonomy.

Outlaws only respect loyalty.

If by loyalty you mean...

enterprising, seizing opportunity,

leaning in, then yes,

I've got loyalty oozing out of my...

barely perceptible pores.

Uh, Mom, who are you talking to?

What?

No one. No, I was just...

oh, talking out loud to myself.

Sorting things out.

You were arguing with someone.

- Seemed like heated. - Yeah, that's a strategy.

I learned from my shrink. It's a...

therapeutic tool to process thoughts and feelings,

and self-actualize.

You guys should try it for your band!

Uh, I'm not sure if we're at the

self-actualizing point yet.

Yeah?

Mom, are you really okay?

Better than okay.

I'm actualized.

Okay, I gotta go. Love you! Mwah!

- Love you. - Mwah! Excuse me!

- Fight with Ryan? - How can you tell?

We uh...

we got in a fight, too.

Fists.

- Open hand slaps, actually. - Oh, gosh.

Sammy, I'm so sorry.

You know, sometimes a blow to the head

cleans out the clutter. You know, makes you...

see things clearly.

Oh, you're right!

I cleaned, and I saw what was right,

and for once,

I followed through on it.

I fired Ryan.

- Like, from my life. - You broke up with him?

What'd he do this time?

He was drunk on the job!

Like, curled up in the fetal position

on an old lady's Posturepedic pillow drunk.

You know what? It was the right decision.

I mean, you've been taking care of Ryan for...

a long time.

And you've been taking care of like, everyone

- for a long time. - Yeah.

Oh, my God!

I've been so afraid to move forward on my own,

that I gave my best years to my mom,

and my hottest to Ryan.

Well, maybe it's time we gave the rest to ourselves.

What?

Oh, my God! My hostas!

Look at this!

Oh... it is on, rodent bitch!

What's happening, Rhi?

You're copulating with a monster.

- What? - An entire generation of...

baby bunnies was nearly orphaned because of me.

I'm no mother. How'm I supposed to care for a human,

- when I'm barely human? - Babe, we're mammals!

Nurturing is an inherent instinct.

Do I nurture you? Do you feel nurtured?

To the nth degree!

Or do you feel whipped and dominated?

Well, my mother nurtured me

with the heel of a handcrafted leather sandal,

so, there's a fine line for me.

- Oh, God. - But! But...

you will be the absolute best mom!

It'll come naturally to you.

Just like hunting ATV burglars on the rum-runners trail

will come naturally to me. Ha!

Morning, lovers.

Uh, special day here on "Milk Crate Confessionals".

The milk crate, like my capacity

to tolerate dudes in khaki shorts, is empty!

So, it's only fitting that I tell ya about the ex

who started it all.

The giver of said milk crate.

The incomparable Milk Crate Mike.

So... why did Mike and I break up? Well...

let's just say that records weren't the only thing

that required needles.

But without Mike, I may not have wound up at Cove FM,

so, he deserves thanks.

Sort of.

Which is why we are gonna give ol' Mike a call!

Hello?

Mike? It's Nora Finley-Cullen.

- You're on the air. - I'm not Mike.

Okay, can you... call Mike to the phone?

Mike's gone.

That was anticlimactic as all Hell.

Uh, speaking of...

here is a word from Foxton Funeral Home and Crematory.

So, planning for a funeral

isn't exactly a walk on the beach.

- Hello? - Hi, it's uh, Nora again.

You are not on the air. What's up with Mike?

I told you, he's not here.

Like... not physically here on the planet.

- B-breathing air. - Like, Mike's dead?

Missing. He's cooked up with some big drug outfit

then started shooting when he was supposed to be selling.

And...

Yeah, not in the employee code of conduct, huh?

Yeah, neither is crossing the Marauders.

Shit, I didn't say that.

Hmm.

Hey, you're back!

Yeah, had some club business in New Brunswick.

Huh. Robin.

Uh, tried to reach you but your VM was full.

Admittedly, my doing.

Heard about your little road trip.

You know, the one...

where you broke into my place of business, stole my money,

answered my phone, threatened my supplier.

Nearly got yourself killed.

And brought a LeBlanc to tag along.

Anything else you didn't wanna tell me about?

No. That was... pretty spot on.

And you said there was a cop stakin' this place out?

Right. God, and totally on me.

But only 'cause my sister's Grade-A paranoid.

The cop was Terry, my brother-in-law.

Ex-brother-in-law, I think.

Anyway, I don't think they found anything.

As far as I know.

I'm actually touched that you put your ass on the line

for me, like that.

Oh. I'm touched you're touched

by my ass on the line.

I got some business to deal with now, but uh,

you wanna do dinner later?

I'm actually here to discuss business.

Your business.

I want in.

I have a huge tax debt to cover

and 10 percent of your deals isn't gonna cut it.

Oh.

I wanna meet more of your associates,

learn how the sausage is made, so to speak.

That's not actually how it works.

There are uh, protocols,

initiations,

takes years for people to climb the ladder.

I'm a fast learner.

And don't think I haven't noticed the lack of...

female involvement in your club.

Don't you think it's time to consider gender equality?

Breaking the glass ceiling

might be just the distraction that I need.

Full partners on the take?

- Really? - Really. You free right now?

As a bird. What're we doing?

- Boosting a truck. - In!

What does "boosting" mean, exactly?

First you stop the truck, then you take the truck

and sell its contents.

So, "boosting" is crime speak for theft.

Um, more like hijacking.

Wow, I was thinking more like another round of bingo.

Or curling. All the rage in these parts.

We could clean a lotta money. They already use brooms.

Yes, but you need to make dirty money

- before you can clean it. - Right, of course.

Math.

- Still free? - I mean... yeah.

Let's... boost.

Hey, Buddy.

I know you're mad at me.

Man, I'm mad at me!

Look, I messed up!

But that's why I'm here. To apologize.

To make amends. I want us to be bros.

I... I don't have time for this.

All right? I have my interview in the morning.

Grad school!

That's awesome, man! They're gonna love you!

Uh, hey, I can help you get ready for it.

- I can help you memorize. - It's not a test, Ryan, okay?

There's nothing you can help me with.

Why?

Because you just wanna help me to help you.

You want me to tell you that everything's okay,

so that you can feel like everything's okay,

and it-it it's not! All right? It's not okay.

For-for me, or for Crystal.

And you have to deal with that.

You deal with you.

I don't believe ya, Melvin.

If ya love the Kraken still,

why don't ya join it

at the bottom of the cold, dark sea?

I was a fool.

A fool.

Blinded by the ocean's mistress.

But a fool I am, no more.

Doris, my darling,

my love burns for you,

like syphilis.

I don't believe you!

Is something wrong, Davide?

Yeah, Dave, what seems to be the problem now?

He prefers Da-vide.

Oh, I know what he prefers.

I need you to stop acting

and start being.

What is going on in there?

How are you accessing real emotions

through imaginary circumstances?

Um, Dave, we're talkin' about an evil squid, here.

Haven't you ever experienced an epic love?

Something all-consuming and deep?

That's what we need here!

I need to feel your passion for this woman.

I've been head over heels for Bea since we were kids.

Not buying it. Not your fault...

but to share publicly, your private life,

requires a fearlessness.

That's why we actors are so highly paid.

That's why we are adored by all.

Move.

Take it from uh, love the Kraken.

I don't believe you, Melvin.

If you love the Kraken still, why don't ya join it

at the bottom of the cold, dark, sea?

I was a fool!

A fool blinded by the ocean's mistress.

But a fool I am no more!

Doris, my darling.

Oh!

My love... burns for you.

Like syphilis.

I have solved the meaning of life!

'Tis you! 'Tis me!

Sailing the high seas! Finding the Kraken's child.

Ripping out its innards together.

And making sweet love in its viscera,

- right there on the deck. - Oh, Melvin.

How I've longed to hear you say...

Uh oh.

Get 'er!

That... is how you stay in the moment.

Let's run it again. And again.

Until we feel it in our bones.

It's in someone's bone.

Find yourself another Melvin.

Yeah.

Whoa! Whoa!

What do you think that you're doing?

I'm manifesting meaningful change.

No, you're manifesting a drunk and disorderly charge.

I hurt Sammy.

Crystal. Everyone.

I have always been hovering close to rock bottom, Sis.

I can see it, but I've never quite hit it.

And I need to hit it before meaningful change can happen!

This is my plunge.

You're like a naked babe in the woods.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

In desperate need of a wolf mother to rear you.

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

This is a desperate cry for help!

No! This is a naked drum solo for help!

♪ Oh! ♪

I hear your cry, Brother!

- You do? - Yes.

And... oh, my God.

And I am going to help you.

How? I don't know,

but it's going to be kind,

and nurturing, and...

Avert your eyes, assholes!

I'm gonna nurture the shit out of you.

I gotta give the switchboards a rest.

Who knew Foxton was such a breeding ground

for true crime enthusiasts?

Anyway, speaking of heinous crimes,

here is a randomly selected B-side.

Hello?

Is this Nora Finley-Cullen?

- Yes. - So great to connect.

This is Andres from SoundMaus LA.

Sound what?

Listen, we're massive fans of "Milk Crate Confessionals".

We'd love to bring you down to LA and talk partnership.

- We just need... - My banking info?

Nice try, jerko.

Okay, we need the manifest

to find out which truck we want when it passes by.

Oh, I've seen my fair share of Mafia movies,

so I'm well versed.

This is the part where we convince the dispatcher, right?

God, that's not real,

- is it? Is that real? - Yeah, it's a replica.

- The bullets are real. - Okay, no, no.

No one said anything about violence.

Nothin' to say. If they play nice.

Wait, hold on. Uh, uh...

what if I go in?

Come on, if things go south,

who's gonna sell, "This isn't the ladies room," better?

- Him or me? - She's got a point.

The most effective response to any problem...

is prevention.

But since you're already born and raised,

the most caring and nurturing thing that I can do for you

is give you an intervention.

We've tried that. So many times!

I'm uninterventionable.

But that's because you needed the support of all of us,

but attendance was paltry 'cause it wasn't mandatory.

It will be different this time.

Family rituals can serve as powerful leverage points

to support healthy behaviour change.

And serve as unique

intervention delivery strategies.

Family rituals, Ry.

Fa-mi-ly!

This family is going to sit down and have dinner together.

We are going to have a ritual dinnervention.

And we're gonna, you know,

talk about our feelings,

and everyone will be there, or I will kill them...

with my kindness

and carbohydrates.

We'll all be there.

I can show Sammy and Crystal that I put family first.

I can be responsible. And change.

- Yes. - And then they can forgive me.

And I can show everyone that I'm not just selfless.

I am the empress of selflessness.

All hail us!

Let's get cookin', Sis!

Let the dinnervention begin.

It's a fairly quiet town.

- Few summer drunks, lost dogs. - Dogs.

The odd domestic.

Then of course, my in-laws.

Uh, our in-laws, amirite?

Yeah. Uh, speaking of which,

I need to respond to an indecent exposure report...

at The Moonshine.

- Well, wait, what about me? - What about you?

Oh, I thought my first day on the shadowing job

would be a bit more, you know, pizzazz!

You were an accountant cop, right?

- Undercover accountant cop. - Right.

Maybe you've got something like that?

You know, deep cover for a veteran operative.

Yeah... answering phones.

Taking messages.

Watering the ficus.

You handle that, and I may...

have you reconcile the petty cash receipts.

Nah!

That's you.

And if... if I need keys to the armoury?

Oh, my God! The manifest!

Shoo! Shoo!

Ah!

Huh.

Okay, it's okay. I got it.

- Second thoughts? - No.

If you're gonna use me, use me.

We do this my way. No violence.

Your way's been working.

So far.

Oh!

♪ Green sweater the wetter the weather I... ♪

♪ Don't wanna wear without you ♪

♪ I don't wanna wear you out there ♪

Oh, come on!

- Where's your mom? - No clue. Why?

Her presence is required at Ryan's dinnervention.

Actually, as your presences.

- I needed asses in seats. - What's a dinnervention?

It's me learning how to be a loving person

by feeding people and making sure my brother doesn't...

- sneak vodka into the sauce. - Hard pass!

It's us helping your Uncle Ry, okay?

Are you sure this is for Uncle Ryan?

Sounds like you're workin' an agenda.

Duh! Does it matter?

Two birds brought down by one mama bear's stone.

We're more worried about Mom right now

than you or Uncle Ryan.

Yeah, she's been acting crazier than usual.

Okay, so that's great!

Killing three birds with one stone

is better than killing two birds!

What's with you and killing birds?

I'm going to help your mom too, okay?

But that means that you have to be there! For your mom!

And your uncle!

And absolutely, 100 percent not for me,

because this isn't about me.

- At all. - Right.

Have you seen your father?

Nope, not today.

Everything all right?

Ah, sure.

Jesus, Sammy,

when is anything ever just all right?

I'll take that as a no.

- How're you holding up? - I'm a little stressed.

About my interview and...

I gotta figure out a plan for my choice of field study.

You got more brains in your big toe

than this whole outfit. It'll sort itself out.

I actually meant that fight with Ryan.

Ugh!

It's like, the last thing on my mind.

My empathy tank is... on empty.

Okay. I'll offer your regrets at this "event"

that Rhian's organizing.

I've been at-at all of Ryan's interventions.

It-it didn't make a difference then,

it won't make a difference now.

Oh, a little cold!

Well, maybe that's how I have to be.

You know if I keep reacting the same way

and expecting different outcomes...

that's on me.

Can't fix somebody else's bad behaviour,

but you can kick yourself in the ass.

Yeah.

Maybe part of surviving this family

is knowing when to cut bait.

Maybe you found that sweet spot. Hmm?

But then again,

maybe what you're really upset about...

isn't Ryan.

Hmm?

An 18-wheeler... of snow crabs?

Yeah, the price per pound doubled in the last week.

It's actually worth more than crude oil.

Oh, well, I'm not complaining. Delicious.

Okay, truck is pulling in soon.

- Now you... - The distraction. That's me!

You wave the truck down.

I've already come up with a back story.

My name's Emily, single by choice.

A little, lazy day road trip.

In search of love, lust, and apparently snow crab.

Okay. Less is more.

Just tell him your engine's busted

and your phone ran outta juice.

He goes over, checks the car, we step in... boom.

Got it. Got it!

Ah! Hmm. Okay.

Okay.

- You got this. - Yeah.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Oh! So good to know I can rely on you

- as my emergency contact. - What's going on?

- Are you okay? - I'm grand.

Our brother, on the other hand,

has some serious issues to work out,

so dinnervention, 18h00. Attendance mandatory.

Oh! Bring that salad with the feta and the strawberries.

I can't make the salad. Sorry.

Then throw some iceberg and croutons into a bowl.

I'm kinda tied up with something.

Look, Lidz,

I know that you've been through the wringer lately,

and I-I wanna be here for you.

Wow, Rhian, did your aneurysm finally pop?

I simply care about this family!

Maybe you've forgotten what that means?

I do lots for this family.

Like, a dangerous, above and beyond, amount.

Then get your ass home!

Oh, I'll get there as soon as I can. I promise.

Where are you?

Lidia?

She better have lost service.

Oh, uh, right here!

Oh, hi!

Stop! Stop, stop!

Oh, my gosh! Thank you so much for stopping!

My car broke down and my phone is dead.

- I've been waiting for hours. - Lift?

Uh, do you actually mind taking a look?

This has happened before.

Sometimes you just need to jiggle something.

I got tools. Just pop the hood.

Oh, b-b-but before you do that,

do you know this area well?

Uh, I'm from New York. Well, I'm technically from Brooklyn,

which if we're being honest, is more New York

than Manhattan, these days, amirite?

You said your phone's dead?

It is. Do you hear a phone?

- Still ringing. - Uh...

You okay, miss?

Oh no! Oh, my God!

My God! Did you have to hit him so hard?

- Yep. - Is he bleeding?

Oh, he's so nice. He called me "Miss".

Should we get him some ice?

Oh!

♪ I'm sayin' no while I'm taking it ♪

Artisan meatballs, Sis. God's greatest hits.

- Where is everyone? - They'll be here.

You know Lidia, her picture's in the dictionary

next to "I brought the fanciest side".

Maybe we should start.

You know, word of my emotional awakening will spread

across the campground and Sammy and Crystal

will be here in time for cupcakes.

- I can do this. - Hey, Ken!

Hey, Dad.

Leave it to Rhian to make this a potluck.

What do you bring to a dinnervention?

Ah, ketchup chips suit me just fine.

Not sure about the cocktail onions.

♪ To whither away ♪

- What? - Nora,

it's Andres from SoundMaus LA again.

I've been trying to get in contact with you

about your show. It's fire.

We'd love to be a part of branding your unique...

It's a spam call. Where the Hell is Lidia?

Ah, she's probably just late.

However, if she is smart, avoiding this spectacle.

Make way, make way.

Please be advised that we are in a holding pattern

until the rest of the guests arrive.

♪ Please forgive me this insanity ♪

I can do the silent treatment baloney too, old man.

But I'm not going to.

Because I'm not a child.

You're overreacting. It was a scene.

- It's... theatre. - Apparently, theatre is truth.

And it sure looked real to me.

- Who's that? - Our director.

- Your director. - He looks fun.

You invited him?

I mentioned our son's issues to him.

And he volunteered to come help the family

access our emotions.

- Maybe we should call someone. - About?

Uh, the unsuspecting trucker

we left on the side of the road?

- He'll be fine. - He could be concussed.

His brain could be swelling. He could be dead.

He's a long-haul trucker. They gotta call in to dispatch

every hour, on the hour. When he doesn't,

they'll just locate the GPS on his truck.

Yeah, which they'll find abandoned.

So, they'll backtrack his route and find him.

Lidia, it's okay.

I got this.

Now...

How 'bout that dinner?

The whole community is rooting

- for your recovery, Ryan. - Took a poll, did ya?

Like many artists, I too have...

tangoed with addiction.

Fascinating.

Can't keep waiting for the rest of them, Rhian.

Maybe I should make amends with the family that are here.

- Ryan... - Hey, Bruce!

- Hi, Bruce. - Thanks for coming, man.

Wouldn't missed it. Proud of you, Kid.

And I was told there'd be meatballs.

- Mm-hmm. - Right?

Once upon a time, in a galaxy...

well, this galaxy, actually,

there was a boy. His name was Ryan.

And even though he misspelt his name with an "I"

until the third grade, he could say it perfectly.

Loud and proud. And I say it now.

"My name is Ryan."

Welcome to my dinnervention.

Nice.

Slather, double letter on the H,

triple word score. 37 points!

Eat it, Rashaad97, you stupid fu...

You've reached Foxton PD. This is Oscar Finley-Cullen.

How may I be of service?

Hijacking?

Snow crabs?

Help is on the way.

And on that day, this day,

young Ryan stopped being so young.

Not old exactly, but you know,

38's the new 16, right, Sis?

Planet Earth voyaged around the sun

until Ryan decided to clean up his act.

And become a man.

Nice.

Okay.

That was very brave.

We all love you.

- I-I'd just like to add... - Bravo.

What courage. What candor.

A confessional tour de force. Revelatory...

Cram it, Prince Charles.

Not your place.

Ah, perhaps it's not my place.

Or yours.

But it is Ryan's place.

Misguided, maladjusted,

unsupported Ryan.

- Just a guess. - You're blaming us?

Blame is rooted in fear.

Embrace love, Ken.

All the answers you need are right there

in Ryan's story.

What do you think, Ryan?

What is at the heart of your addiction?

That's a toughie, Davide.

I like to drink. Makes me feel better.

But then it makes me feel worse.

Yes! Yes, keep going. This is good.

Dig deeper. Why?

Why does it make you feel worse?

- Enough of this bull! - Let him talk.

He's an artist. Maybe he has some insights.

Insight? Artist?

The man played a chicken in a TV commercial in 2001!

Oh yeah, I Googled ya, Pal.

Dad knows Google?

It was a rooster, and it was a national campaign.

Your accent?

You're from Oshawa! Ha, ha, ha!

I spent some time treading the boards

in London's West End.

This is not part of the healing process.

Think back, Ryan.

Read between the lines of your story.

What is your subtext?

What trauma did you suffer?

That trauma is you, Pal!

I wanna know what he writes in the dirty black book.

Okay, everyone, enough.

This is not about your baggage, okay?!

Or your obviously fake accent.

This is about Ryan.

Ryan.

And my deep, maternal, nourishing well.

No one's here to judge, Rhian.

Or blame, Rhian.

We only seek the truth.

Oh!

That is your truth.

I am here to witness it.

And to play a part in your shame.

Bring it... mime!

Sammy!

Are you ready to go?

'Cause you are walking in the wrong direction from the city.

Ooh, brownies!

You're going to Ryan's dinnervention.

I know I...

I don't need to drive in tonight

for an interview tomorrow. I-I can...

Can what? Sammy, what?

You're gonna make the same mistake

that you've made and that I've made before,

and then, it's somehow gonna be different?

Like, you know what that is, right?

A brother tryin' to do the right thing?

I dunno, a brother who...

may be upset about something else entirely.

Crystal, you know, it's not Ryan's fault

that we hit a dead end looking for my bio mom.

No. But...

that insanity... probably is.

Is that the life you want?

Come on. We can eat the brownies on the way.

Sammy! Crystal, where you goin'?

There are cupcakes!

Hmm.

Thanks.

Behold. The club.

Yeah, they are...

quite something.

You...

you were great today.

Most people woulda run at the first sign of trouble.

But not you. Which got me thinkin'.

- Sounds serious. - Could be.

You're the first woman that I've ever been with

that I... I could uh...

see a future with.

Together.

Together, like...

together, together?

Like, I could get a tattoo of your name, together.

I see a future for us.

In life, in-in love,

in... in business.

- My business. - Your, your family business.

And mine.

Whew.

The Marauders and the Moonshine.

A-a mutually beneficial relationship.

It's the, it's the perfect place...

to lay down roots. We'd be, we'd be partners.

In every way.

Partners.

I invest...

and the-the Club becomes legal shareholders.

The Moonshine is far from legal.

I mean... we don't even have a deed.

Ha, ha, I got a guy can make that happen.

Whatever we need to make The Moonshine legit.

What you want.

What you need.

I can give.

God!

Gross.

You hear from your mom yet?

No, her phone's dead.

This just so isn't like her.

Yeah, she's been a little loopy lately.

Define loopy.

We caught her talking to herself,

like full-on conversation.

Like she was talking to the air.

Debating the air, really.

- Is 40 too young for dementia? - Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

Can't believe we're not composting.

- What is this, the 80s? - Okay, I am super worried.

I appreciate your concern for me.

No, dumb shit, Lidia. I'm worried about our sister.

- Oh. - What about your sister?

She's been boning that biker and now she's gone AWOL.

Huh, I'm actually pretty worried about her myself.

Did that sound natural? That felt natural.

No offence, girls,

but of the three of you, my money is on blondie...

- from New York. - Brooklyn, actually.

So...

funny story.

Hi! What're you doing here? Wait, I mean,

should a LeBlanc be cross pollinating with Marauders?

Unfortunately, bees have nothing to do with this.

I just got a call from my mom in prison,

and there is something that I think you should know.

Okay.

Who was that?

Uh... my-my brother's girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend. Hard to keep track.

There a problem?

The 18-wheeler we boosted...

was a LeBlanc truck.

- That is a problem. - I know.

I mean, I'm new to the crime thing, but Crystal says

we may have unintentionally started a turf war.

Look you, just droppin' "boosted" and "turf war"

like a pro.

Wait, you knew it was a LeBlanc truck?

The business I had in uh, New Brunswick.

Chapter's looking to expand

and with the LeBlanc's matriarch in prison,

Foxton's up for grabs.

Was that not information you might have shared with me

before dragging me into this?

I didn't drag you into anything. You volunteered.

Gale... oh, my God.

I just need to pay my family's tax bill.

I know, I know, this is a lot to process.

Yeah.

So, what now?

Well, these things don't usually end in hugs.

There will be some retaliation.

But things... things will calm down. Eventually.

Shit. My family's having a dinner thing. I'm late.

- I gotta go. - Of course.

Don't worry.

As long as you're in the club,

you will be protected.

Oh, God!

Hello?

Who's there?

Ah!

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