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You answer this
correctly, I let you live.

What... what does this
have to do with me?

I'm asking the questions, and I'm
the one holding the fucking knife.

-Okay. Okay.
-So I'm looking for an answer.

-Okay.
-That's got to be the right one.

Let's just slow down.

-There is no slow.
-All right. Let's just talk about this.

I'll count down.
You ready? Three.

Three.

-No, no, no, wait, wait.
-Two.

-Hold on. Hold on.
-One!

Oh, I'm sorry,
just finishing up.

Ah, it's all right. No rush.

I shouldn't say anything,

but it just means so
much, you being an agent.

I even told my dad about you.

-Nina.
-Kelly.

Oh, uh...

Someone on four was going to
throw this little guy away.

Take it. A desk warming gift.

My dad says a
cactus is like life.

Prickly and sometimes
painful, but beautiful.

Thank you.

Nice cactus.

I told you I like em'.

What's going on?

Nothing. I'm good.
Hey, Max called.

He's got the forensics
report on Joey's van.

-No kidding.
-Yeah.

Let's go.

Baby, here I am, I'm
a man on the scene

I can give you what you want
But you got to go home with me

I've got some good ol' lovin'

And I got some in store...

Patient named Wesson Groomes is
on this wing. Police officer.

Patient information
is confidential.

Then just give it to
me confidentially.

He's still in a coma.

We've given him
four units of blood.

Between us, it's
not looking good.

Darling, you just made my day.

Jim?

Iz, what are you doing here?

Um, meeting David for breakfast.

-Oh, shit. You're David.
-David Callahan.

Jim Ellis.

Hey, you want to join us?

It's build your own omelette
day in the cafeteria.

Damn, that sounds
good, but I'm late.

What are you doing here?

Just checking on someone. You know,
maybe I will have that omelette.

Kidding.

You're welcome to join us.

I gotta go, but thank you.

-Good to meet you.
-Good to meet you too, man.

C-4. I knew it.

Industrial grade.

So why would a police report
contradict forensic evidence?

Well, it could
have been an error.

Phoenix PD is not exactly
an intellectual haven.

No way this
was an accident.

No, this was deliberate.

Hey, kiddo. I know it's
not my place to say,

but do yourself a favor
and let this one go.

Excuse me?

The Saxton
investigation. Drop it.

Look, I get it. It's a
new day with Hoover gone.

That man was a motherfucker.
And good riddance.

Giving people like you a chance
in the Bureau, I'm all for it.

But?

No one's been able
to crack this case.

The agent before you, Breen,
went off the deep end trying.

Kid, I'm telling you,

you got to drop this case
or you're gonna fail hard.

Because people like
you only get one shot.

They're expecting me at
work, so let's make this quick.

You know, you can be pissed
off that we're working together

or you can be grateful
that you're not in prison.

That why you called? To
give me those options?

I need to know who Saxton is meeting
with, who he's making deals with.

If he's going somewhere,
I need you to take him

and get whatever info you can
on who he's meeting and why.

Baltimore, I drive for Sax,
but I'm not his driver.

If that's what you want, Norman's the
guy you should've extorted, not me.

Extorted?

I'm helping you find out what
happened to your brother.

Bullshit!

You showed me some fuzzy video of the van
blowing up, which doesn't prove a thing.

Why would industrial-grade C-4
be on the bottom of that van

if Joey died in a
propane explosion?

I'll say it again, someone
wanted your brother dead.

Joey was a target,

just like my father.

Still doesn't prove Sax did it.

Doesn't prove he didn't.

So, I get you more dirt on Sax,
you get me more dirt on Joey?

Without me, you'll
never get to the truth.

Whatever you say, Baltimore.

What are you doing looking into
the death of Jim Ellis's brother?

I need to motivate my CI and found
something that might do that.

Why do you have a
problem with this?

Because the ASAC is afraid

you're going down the wrong path
here and not making enough progress.

Agent Abbott.

-Can I call you Nathan?
-No.

Agent Abbott, I am
making progress.

Jim Ellis is tight
in Saxton's world.

He seems like a decent guy, but
he's going to take some work.

Work that I am here to do.

You are being willfully dense.

You're relying too much on Ellis
and assuming he's trustworthy.

-He's already signed...
-And he's never gonna turn.

I thought you supported this.

Braddock thinks he won't turn.

And he convinced me.
Just target someone else.

What about Agent Breen?

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

Braddock explicitly ordered
you to stay away from Breen.

But, sir, there's nuance to this
case that Braddock doesn't see

that I can tell you do.

I'm beginning to think
you're a psychopath.

Can I call you Nathan?

-Oh, you're fucking relentless.
-Okay.

Nathan, forget Jim Ellis,
you may be right about him,

but why are all of
Breen's files missing?

If he asked for the Joe Ellis
police report to be changed, why?

And how come there's no
progress in the Saxton case?

You're suggesting what?

I think it could
be a conspiracy.

Sir, I really think I
should talk to Breen.

No, request denied.

I can't trust my CI,

and nobody in this office
wants me to solve this case.

I had that same
feeling when daddy died.

Felt like everybody was telling
me to forget it and move on.

Like I was crazy just
for giving a damn.

But we're not crazy.

No, the world is.

"Everything on Earth is beautiful
except what we ourselves think

and do when we forget the
higher purposes of life."

You and your Chekhov.

Higher purpose, baby girl.

I forgot to tell you,
Vanya hasn't been eating.

I don't know what to
do. Tried everything.

Mama, I gotta go.

I have an idea, but
you're not gonna like it.

What the hell is wrong with you?

What happened to,

"If we're gonna work together, I
need to know what's what, no BS"?

Our conversation got to me.

What conversation?

About being partners.

I was in the bath last
night thinking about it.

I take baths.

That's... okay. Okay.

I've been here a
couple of years,

and as frustrating as it's been for
me not being sent out to the field,

the truth is, it was safer.

And then what Max said earlier, people
like us only get one shot, Nina.

We're in the same boat.

I've got your back.
You've got mine.

I know.

So I've been reading about Leland
Breen. What did you know about him?

We never worked together.

Other agents seemed
to dig him, though,

-until he got weird.
-Weird how?

He started going MIA.

One day, he showed up in a T-shirt
and shorts, acting angry and confused,

and the ASAC lost it,
dismissed him on the spot.

That's when he was committed
to the crazy house.

Kirkbridge Sanitarium,
30 minutes away.

You talking about how far
away it is, that's not good.

I hate to admit it, but Abbott
might be right about Jim Ellis.

We can't just sit back and rely
on him to break this case for us.

Look. Leland Breen was a
Logistics and Reasoning Professor

at George Washington University.

He was recruited to the FBI
in '53 after the Korean War.

There's nothing in this file that
would suggest he'd go off the rails.

And the office refuses
to let me talk to him.

So you wanna go to Kirkbridge, even
though Abbott warned you not to?

You're not wrong.

You are being tested
here. I am, too.

We're like guinea pigs.

We are, aren't we?

So you coming
with me or not?

Yes, I am.

Right on.

I need help, hey

I can't do it alone, no

I need help, hey

Can't do it alone

-Norman!
-Jimmy!

Right on.

How can I feel it

When I'm doing it wrong, hey

Oh! That's so good.

For Jacknife, Sweet
Pete, and Mayhem Fred.

Make sure Jacknife knows no
more deliveries until September.

How come you fuckin' do that?

That shit absorbs,
causes ink poisoning.

No such thing as
fuckin' ink poisoning.

You're thinkin' lead poisoning.
That's pencils, idiot.

Well, I'm not the dumb fuck running
around with scribbles on his hands.

What's with the hat?

It's like Eastwood's in The
Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

Yeah,
without the "Good."

-Ooh!
-What's Sax got today?

Since when do you ask about
the boss man's schedule?

Loosen your panties,
Billy Boy. Just curious.

He's got a meeting in Tucson,
Curious Fuckin' George.

Scram!

While I appreciate
your professional association,

Leland Breen is in no
condition for a formal meeting.

We just have a few
questions for him.

Concerning the last
case he was on.

Any interference to a patient's routine
can result in a setback to his treatment.

What exactly is he
being treated for?

Ma'am, Kirkbridge cares for its patients
with the utmost respect for their privacy.

-You may be here on official business...
-Yeah, I was called away...

So you left juice
all over the floor?

Clean that up now, or
you're finding another job

-to fail at.
-Yes, sir.

I am sick and tired
of babysitting you.

On top of that, you
disappear for 20 minutes at a time

and no one knows where
the hell you are.

Are we
clear, Agent Hayes?

Yes. You can't help
us. Understood?

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Is that David guy
treating your mom okay?

Yeah, he's nice.

Good.

-You got that vein again.
-What vein?

On your forehead, the one
you get when there's trouble.

There ain't no trouble.

Are you worried about David?

Him? Hell no.

You're worried about something.

There's this man I work for.

Somebody I trusted
for a long time.

I found out maybe he's been lying to me
about something bad he might have done.

I hate when people lie.

Remember that girl from camp?
Betsy? The one with the pigtails?

Mmm. The one you said was mean.

She is mean.

You know that Mystic Squadron comic
book you got me? Number eight?

-Yeah, a few weeks ago at... Mmm.
-Kelvin's Komics?

Yeah, so I brought it to
camp to read it at lunch,

but when I got home,
the comic was gone.

You think she took it?

Not at first, but the next day Betsy
showed up with the whole series.

But issue eight was mine.

I could tell by how the
back page was folded down.

We can't let her
get away with that.

We gotta do something.
Fight fire with fire.

Is that what you're gonna
do? Fight fire with fire?

They call you lady luck

But there is room for doubt

At times you have A very
unladylike way of running out

You might forget your manners

You might refuse to stay

And so the best that I can do

Oh, boy.

Is pray

Luck be a lady tonight

Oh! Stop it! Oh! Oh!

I knew he'd be back.

What the hell is this? Is
she performing for you?

-You interrupted the matinee!
-Oh!

Show's over!

No, Charlotte...

Because your jackass son
won't call in advance.

Sweetheart... Charlotte...

One phone call.

That's all I ask for.

Pops, listen.

Back in the day, if you
needed C-4, where'd you go?

C-4?

Every time you show up,
it's some horrible shit.

You haven't gone all Weather
Underground on me, have ya?

Some fucked-up Marxist kick?

It ain't for me. I'm just
asking. C-4. Industrial grade.

There's only one supplier.
Her name is Paris Gilford.

Paris Gilford.
Never heard of her.

Well, she don't have
a fuckin' neon sign.

If someone knows her,
it's because they need to.

She still around?
You got her number?

Kid, you know what
this means, don't you?

I get to use my Rolodex.

The war stories in this
thing. Frankie the Saw,

Tony Two Toes.

Guys you could call in a pinch, and
believe me, I was in some pinches.

Don't let Charlotte hear you
talking like you miss this shit.

Well, she already knows, that's why
she hates it when you come around.

Reminds her of who I
really am deep down.

Does Charlotte...

perform for you a lot?

Every Wednesday,
twice on Sunday.

I'm sorry I asked.

First, you're gonna tell
me what this is all about.

I got some new info on Joey.
Don't know how real it is.

What'd you hear?

That C-4 was the cause of
the blast? That it was a hit?

-Pops.
-Who told you that?

That fed?

You know, I haven't
been able to sleep

through one night since
we buried that boy.

And I used to be a hell of a sleeper.
In the service, they called me Dead Man.

Mortar fire would be screaming
over our foxholes and I'd be...

...lights out.

But since Joey,

I ain't been able to
go two hours straight.

I never thought it
was an accident,

what happened to your brother.

What are you saying?

Something about it
just didn't sit right.

Fuckin' propane.
Explosion that big.

Nah.

But C-4?

Maybe.

Who do you think did it?

That's what I'm
trying to find out.

Two things.

You keep that fed away from Sax.

She may be playing you to
get to him, and he's family.

We protect family.

What's the other one.

When you find out who took my
Joey, you kill the son of a bitch.

That guy, that's our way in.

How much money you got on you?

Mmm...

Not much. $11.

Really?

I don't really carry cash.

No, I'm talking
about the wallet.

What are you, five?

What, you have a paper
route, too?

Look, you're an FBI Agent.

I'll be your partner.
Your fellow guinea pig.

I'll follow you to
the depths of danger.

I'll risk my ass, my job and my
reputation to solve this case.

But I will not have you
disparage the son of Krypton.

He is the beacon of
righteousness and decency.

When I'm unsure of myself, I
ask, "What would Clark Kent do?"

If I have to draw the
line anywhere, Nina,

it's you talking
shit about Superman.

Are we clear?

Respect.

Hey, brother. How you doing?

Well, I woke up this
morning, so I can't complain.

And I won't even ask, because
I see you fine as wine.

Well, my day would be a lot better if
I could go see an old friend of mine.

-A man named Leland Breen.
-Mmm.

The professor.
Yeah, he a wild one.

I was wondering if
you could help get me.

What, you think I'm
Boo Boo the Fool?

I've seen you here before.
What are you, pigs?

I saw you, too.

I saw enough to know that they
don't appreciate you around here.

Mmm. Got that right.

What they don't know
won't hurt them.

Just a quick talk
and then I'm gone.

Bread is bread.

You didn't say you were
bringing your boyfriend.

-He's not my boyfriend.
-I'm not her boyfriend.

Shit. I'm just fucking with
you. Padded rooms, this way.

Dusty Clutch. Copy?

Yeah, I copy.

Still wearing that
Bad and Ugly hat?

Need you at the boss man's house.
Fuckin' limo is overheating.

So you're taking
Sax to his meeting.

Really? Limo? Huh.

On my way.

Rise and shine, boy.

-What time is it?
-Get your ass up o'clock.

You've been asleep half the day.

The only way that new ticker is gonna
stick is if you get up and move.

-I was resting my eyes.
-Eat and exercise. Doctor's orders.

I had Marcy fix you up
some steak and potatoes.

And later on, you
can take a walk.

I'll see you in a few hours.

What's the matter?

You had her made steak.

-For me?
-Yeah, so?

That's my favorite.

The doctor said you may have
emotional swings, but, God,

it's just meat.

That's so thoughtful.

Thank you, Pops. Thank you.

-Okay. Shit.
-I love steak.

Oh, God damn it!

Ay, ay qué fiebre, ay

No, no, no, ay, ay

Okay. Get some uniforms on or you won't
get ten feet without being stopped.

Stay away from the doors on the north,
'cause we have security on every level.

Breen's room is
in the east wing.

-Special cases.
-What do you mean?

VIP section. Electro-shock,
Metrazol, best on the menu.

That does not sound fun.

It's grim shit.

His room is at the
end of the hall, 113.

I gotta get back to my shift.

Hey, thank you.

Give me a holler sometime.
I got some cash to burn.

Right on.

I don't know if I can do this.

What would Clark Kent do?

Foxy

Foxy

Foxy

You know you're a cute
little heartbreaker

Foxy, yeah

And you know You're a
sweet little lovemaker

Foxy

I want to take you home, yeah

I won't do you no harm, no

You've got to be
all mine, all mine

Ooh, foxy lady

Yeah

I remember when
Joey bought this car.

You keep it nice.

These his?

Yeah.

Why did you enlist
in that shit show?

Couldn't let Joey
go to 'Nam alone.

I never said it, but watching
you boys head off to war,

I was grateful that Royce
was 4-F and couldn't go.

Royce was better off.

There's something
going on with him.

He's going through a lot.

That heart saved Royce's life.

I think it changed
him a little too.

I never talk about
personal things

with anyone...

I got that from my grandpappy.

Keep your shit to yourself.

I won't say a word.

I know.

You're one of the few people
in this world I can trust.

End of the hall.

Got 'em? Yes.

I'll keep look out.

Okay.

Washington.

Mr. Breen.

Washington is as much a president
as he is a state or a school.

Vast as the ocean.

There are four oceans
and seven seas,

but that... that number is
not as lucky as it seems.

-Uh, doctor?
-Yes?

Excuse me. Do you
have a question?

Yes. I was curious if...

Mr. Edwards had his
convulsive treatment today.

Excuse me? That should
be no concern of yours.

Yes, sir. That's true, but I'm
putting myself through medical school,

so I find myself
reading patient charts.

I aspire to follow
in your footsteps.

I'm a real admirer
of your work...

Dr. Banes.

Uh, Leland, my
name is Nina Hayes.

I have a few questions for you
if that would be all right?

Who are you?

I work for the Bureau.

Liar. Look at you.
You're a nurse.

And nurses have purses, and
their curses end up in hearses.

It was the only way
that I could get to you.

I wanted to ask you
about the Saxton case.

Who are you?

I'm new to Kirkbridge.

Recently transferred
from another hospital.

-Which?
-Willowbrook in New York.

I know where Willowbrook is.

Yeah, I just thought you
might wanna confirm that

Mr. Edwards was
properly treated.

Code Green.
West Wing day room.

Just get back to your job.

-Saxton.
-Uh...

Killer!

-What. No, no. I...
-Liar!

Oh, no, no. Leland,
I only wanna...

-What happened?
-Oh. We gotta go after him.

What's the meeting?

Let's just say it's got
global implications.

If I'm longer than 30, that
means the meeting was a bust.

I'll be here either way.

We were surprise to
be contact so quick.

But when your friend, Xavier,
says how much money he will pay,

we set meeting fast.

-You go that way.
-Okay.

-Twenty-seven minutes.
-What'd I say?

We need
some music in here.

This is a good one.

You know, music's
a powerful thing.

Sometimes there's a song that just
looks into your soul and haunts you.

Hell, yeah. What
song haunts you?

I'm an old man. I have a few.

But one that gets
me every time is,

"You're No Good".

I don't know. There's
just something about it.

It's like it... it speaks to
me in a way I can't explain.

You got a song like that?

"I Only Have Eyes For You".

-The Flamingos!
-First time I heard it. Music starts,

shoo-bop, shoo-bop.

Oh, yeah. That shoo-bop,
shoo-bop, that's magic.

Magic. Doesn't get better.

You're goddamn right.

-So the meeting went well, huh?
-Oh, aces.

Whew. Now that you mention it,
I need a celebratory drink.

Let's go to Duncan's Layaway
in Casa Grande.

I know you're partial
to Sweetwater.

They ain't got the good
whiskey like old Duncan's here.

You go in and order us a
couple. I'll be right in.

Well, I keep my nose to the
grindstone I work hard every day

I might get a little tired on
the weekend After I draw my pay

But I'll go back workin'

Come Monday mornin' I'm
right back with the crew

I'll drink a little
beer that evening

Sing a little bit of
these Working man blues

Two whiskeys. Neat.

-Oh, you double-fisting it tonight?
-Just make it quick.

Sometimes I think about leaving
Do a little bummin' around

I wanna throw my bills out the
window Catch a train to another town

But I go back a-working

I gotta buy my kids a
brand new pair of shoes

I drink a little
beer in a tavern

Cry a little bit of
these Working man blues

My daddy was a barber.

A generation removed from his
daddy, picking cotton in Tennessee.

And somehow, here I am.

Not serving drinks,
not cleaning floors.

I own my own goddamn company.

I'm telling you, this deal happens,
we'll leave 'em all in the dust.

Greek Sal, the Vegas
and East Coast families.

We'll have the same,

do-whatever-the-fuck-we-want
clout the Kennedys got.

But shit's gotta go smooth.

I'm gonna use an
interpreter next time.

These people, where
are they from?

Fucking Russia.

There's this Russian antiques
importer out of Flagstaff.

I've used him before.
Should've used him today.

But they said they
could speak English.

Barely. Only understood
every third word.

You sure the meeting went well?

To shit going smooth.

A-fuckin-men.

I wish Joey was still here.

He was your blood, but...

I loved that boy
like he was my own.

Even had thoughts about grooming
him to be my number two.

-No kidding.
-Yeah.

He was something
special, your brother.

Tough as hell, razor sharp.

Could sell anybody anything.

This time to family.

To Joey.

To Joey.

Gonna hit the head.

Handle your business.

He didn't fucking do it.

Baltimore, wasn't him.

Two more whiskeys, neat.

You must be lost, boy.

Something funny?

Yeah.

See, I'm accustomed to
being addressed as "sir".

Fought for it. Earned it.

And I demand it.

Especially from trash like you.

Walk your Black ass outta here
before you're carried out.

I don't think so.

I'm staying.

Your kind ain't welcome here.

Get that through
your thick skull,

you stupid fucking ni...

Whoa! Whoa!

-Oh, you're gonna regret that.
-Get that motherfucker.

Get his ass!

I'mma beat that "sir" outta you.

Like hell you are.

-What's all this?
-Oh, hey there, friend.

We're just about to rope
ourselves a new mascot.

You want in or you're gonna
keep licking his boots?

Get him!

You drink your
whiskey -

I'll drink my wine

Take care of your own business

I'll take care of mine

I'm taking care
of my own business

Leaving other folks
business alone

Ain't got time to
hear your new mess

Got a load of my own

You want mercy?

Say it.

Say it, motherfucker!

Sir.

Shoulda gone to Sweetwater.

Next time.

Get up. Get up.

-Did the trees send you?
-Leland, put the knife down.

Which tree was it?
They all talk to me.

Hey, I just thought
of something.

What?

Everyone says October
should be the eighth month,

and December should
be the tenth month,

but you know what I
think should be a month?

Pecan pie!

'Cause pumpkin pie
is a fucking joke.

Okay, I just had some questions
for you, Agent Breen. That's it.

Ah, you know what I'm thinking?

That there's a way out of this.

Yes, I'd hope so,
for both of us.

You answer this
correctly, I let you live.

Now, suppose I had a gun to
your head instead of this knife,

a six-shooter with one
bullet in the cylinder,

-I pull the trigger.
-No, no. We don't want that.

But you know what happens? Gun
doesn't fire. It's just a click.

So then I give you a choice.

Should I spin the
chamber again or not?

What do you say?

-What does this have to do with...
-I'm asking the questions,

and I'm the one holding
the fucking knife.

-Okay.
-So I'm looking for an answer...

-Okay.
-...and it's gotta be the right one.

Let's just slow down,

-all right? Let's just talk about this.
-There is no slow.

I'll count down. Are
you ready? Three...

-No, no, wait, hold on, hold on.
-two... one.

Spin the chambers.

Why? I'm a professor.
You gotta show your work.

Because if there is
one bullet in the gun,

there's a one-in-six chance that
it'll fire if you pull the trigger.

And it doesn't, there's
a one-in-five chance.

So you spin the chambers...

The odds are better for me.

Better because I wanna live.

Leland, I'm...
Please don't do this.

Please don't do this.

Please...

don't do this.

Right answer.

I hate for you to
see me like this.

It's okay.

I'm on your side.

No one is, really.

No, I promise you I am.

You sure you're not
just a sneaky nurse?

You had the police make an
adjustment to their report,

the night that Joey
Ellis was killed. Why?

And where are all of
your files on Saxton?

They're all missing now.

No. My turn is over,
Hayes. It's your turn now.

Follow the numbers.

-The... what, what numbers, Breen? What...
-I can't tell you here.

The pots are listening.

-Please. Please.
-Not the pans. The pans could give a fuck.

-But the pots. The fuckin' pots.
-Okay. Breen. Breen. Please. Please.

Get away from me!

Code red! Code red!

Hey,
they're over here.

He's breathing. Let's go.

You know, Billy
will not be happy.

He hates missing a good fight.

Those were some nice moves.

Well, backatcha.

I haven't been in a
run-in like that in ages.

The worst was in '56.

I was in Detroit with
Jakey Weisselberg,

head of one of the Jewish
families out of Chicago.

We were in the cocktail lounge,

and these assholes at the next
table were talking shit about us.

Time it was over, one
of those guys was dead,

another was blinded.

So much shit got damaged,

they had to shut down the
lounge for a week.

What the hell were
we doing in Detroit?

Oh, I know.

That was the night that
Jakey introduced me to

Paris Gilford.

That was a bad night.

But you can't let
shit like that go.

You've got to
confront it, you know.

I do.

Yeah.

Gonna let Billy know
we're on our way.

All right.

-Hello?
-Is this Paris Gilford?

Who is this?

I'm calling for Ezra Saxton.

Looks like we're gonna need
the same equipment again,

that you supplied for
the Joey Ellis job.

That could be arranged.

We'll be in touch.

Impersonating a fucking nurse?

-I wanted to tell you myself.
-Well, this isn't the Girl Scouts.

You don't get a merit badge
for telling the truth.

What did
you get for it, huh?

-What did you get for it?
-Nothing. It was worthless.

When you tell the ASAC what I did, can
you please just leave Awan out of it?

This is on me.

I'm not gonna tell Braddock.

What? Why not?

Because I told my wife about
you. She fucking loves you.

But she's never met me.

She loves the idea of you.

First Black woman at the
Bureau and all that shit.

It must be a nightmare for you to work
with all of these stupid White men.

-Blah, blah, blah.
-I love your wife.

I promised my wife...

that I would give
you one last chance.

So do yourself and
my marriage a favor.

And don't fucking pull
any more of this bullshit.

No more going after
things we tell you not to,

and breaking into
places you don't belong.

-Are you picking up what I'm laying down?
-I...

This is where you say,
"Yes, thank you, sir."

And you walk the fuck out.

Yes. Thank you, sir.

Excuse me, Agent Hayes,
you have a phone call.

This is Hayes.

I hate making this fucking call.

Jim? What's going on?

Now I have a reason
to trust you.

What's that mean?

Jim?

I got a lead on where
that C-4 came from.

Uh, where?

A woman named Paris Gilford.

-Anything on today's meeting?
-Yeah. For tomorrow.

Paris Gilford. Find
out what you can.

I'm on it. Usual spot, 9:00 a.m.

What was that?

Progress.

No one to call my own

No one to love

Here by the telephone

Oh, jump back. Are you kidding me?

And now I see how you really are

You're no good
You're no good, you're no good

Baby, you're no good

I'm going to say it again

You're no good You're
no good, you're no good

Baby, you're no good

I broke a heart
that's gentle and true

I left a boy for
someone like you

I'll beg his forgiveness
on bending knee

But I wouldn't blame
him if he said to me

It's no good, no
good, it's no good

Baby, it's no good

Hey, I'm gonna say it louder

Good, no good, it's no good

Baby, it's no good

Mmm, no good

Mmm, if you help
me, we'll start anew

It'll be easy forgetting you

You're no good You're
no good, you're no good

Baby, you're no good

You know what I mean

You're no good You're
no good, you're no good

You're no good,
you're no good, oh, oh

Oh, I'm warning you now,
baby And I'm going my way

Forget about you, baby
I'm leaving to stay

You're no good, no good, no good

Baby, you're no good

Oh, I say you're no good

No good, you're no good

Baby, you're no good