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This is Fred Heckman coming to you live from the Crestwood Apartments,

where we have an urgent update.

As of 8 p.m., the District Attorney's office

has delivered an immunity agreement

to Anthony Kiritsis to consider and sign.

Tony's gonna feel 10-feet tall when he signs this.

-We're almost out of the woods, Fred. -Tony, good news! You got your deal.

-Slide it under the door. -Okay.

Fred, IBC has not seen this much heat

since we tied up Indiana Bell phone lines with the Sugar Daddy contest, remember?

I got fined for that too.

The new fence is awfully tall. I'm worried about starving my roses.

Barb, good fences make good neighbors.

What do you want me to say, Fred?

The immunity agreement isn't real. It's all bullshit.

-What is happening? -You have to sell the immunity.

Tell all of Indianapolis that you personally vouch for this agreement.

-And you better fucking be convincing. -I'm sorry, I don't sell lies on the news.

Oh, come on, Fred, two men's lives are at stake here.

This is Fred Heckman.

WIBC can confirm that the DA's office has proffered total immunity

for Tony Kiritsis.

The document is ironclad.

Kiritsis can walk out of Crestwood Apartments a free man.

Rise and shine, buddy boy.

I got a good feeling about today.

Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Now, we negotiate for damages. Arguing for pennies on the dollar.

This is where you should shine.

Where did you find these guys?

Which one looks most lawyerly?

Well, this guy could pass as a DA type.

Cheap suit and all.

None of these look like lawyers.

Shorty is right. This could bite us in the ass.

I am not your shrink, Wilson. Give it…

Hey.

How you holding up?

Tony's lawyers are very friendly with the police.

-What do you think is going on? -…incompetence.

Sorry. Sorry.

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

This piece of shit.

Son of a bitch.

You seem a little out of sorts.

Yeah, you're telling me.

So, were you read in?

-Meaning? -How much do you know?

How much do you know?

McNally told me everything.

Did he tell you that they considered having a fake fucking federal DA go on TV?

Yeah, I don't know where they got these guys from.

Maybe they found them at the coffee shop.

But you know what I know? They're not lawyers.

Whole thing makes about as much sense as government cheese.

Well, I had to go on the air and sell McNally's bullshit immunity lie

so I'm in it too, just like all the rest of you.

Not that I want to be.

"All of us." I… I haven't done anything, Fred.

See no evil, hear no evil.

So, maybe…

Maybe we hypothetically had to do what we had to do.

Maybe… maybe we got lucky with the judge.

-Judge Dugan getting the warrant. -Maybe.

Ruckelshaus says I should trust him, so maybe I did.

And maybe Rucks is as slippery as an eel.

Maybe I'm a chump.

-God, I'm so stupid. -No, you're not stupid.

You have principles, and they took advantage of that.

But it's not too late to set the record straight, you know?

Protect yourself.

Not here.

Deep background.

Sure.

Let's just say that I was the kind of law student that went into real estate

'cause I didn't have the stomach for criminal.

And I like working in an office.

You know, taking a lunch, having a… a secretary

give me my schedule,

playing golf, the life, you know, I…

And just say, if my life was very ordered

until I wound up working with some criminal lawyers.

Without naming any names…

a semi-famous one whose brother worked for the President of the United States.

-Okay. -I refuse to be guilty by association.

Do you know why people in jail hate lawyers in jail?

It's because they either put them there, or they refused to do free legal work,

and without naming any names…

maybe other lawyers are crossing the legal line, but I'm not.

So let them get cornered in the bathroom by some Hells Angel

looking for help on an FRCP 12B6 pleading.

I am an upstanding member of the bar. I graduated Order of the Coif.

-I haven't had-- -Okay, okay, okay. Take a breath.

Start at the beginning. Full sentences.

Let's just pretend that I am a trusting soul,

and that I may have perhaps hypothetically seen my co-counsel

suddenly talking with the ADAs, and their meeting off the books,

and I don't know what kind of hypothetical deal they worked out.

Maybe they tapped Tony's phones.

Maybe Rucks knew about it the whole time. Maybe he didn't.

And maybe those hypothetical confidential phone calls

fall under client-lawyer privilege.

Maybe those hypothetical phone calls that were recorded also got them on tape.

That would worry some people.

-That… that isn't on, right? -No. No, no, no. No. You're fine.

Yeah, of course, I'm fine, Fred.

Why wouldn't I be fine? I haven't done anything.

I… I was just giving you a hypothetical.

The nature of a hypothetical is that it is hypothetical.

I think you should go on the record.

I have hypothetically seen a lot of senate hearings,

and I know the innocent get caught up when things go south.

I mean, look at poor Rose Mary Woods.

If…

you were able to find someone else,

then perhaps…

I would hypothetically corroborate.

You know, in the world of hypotheticals.

Or not, since I haven't done anything.

So if I could get a statement elsewhere…

you'll corroborate.

Careful on the phone.

You know they're gonna kill him. Right?

I'm gonna wait till you figure out the speaker phone.

Maybe I'll hum my own hold music.

He'd float through the air

With the greatest of ease

A daring young man on the flying trapeze

One sec. I think we got it.

Cliff there?

He's here, Tony.

Tell you what, Cliff.

I hope they give you course credit for that cockamamie apology, asshole.

All right, all right, let's get to the negotiations, please.

"Negotiations." 3,000 is an indecent offer.

Gee, did you have a number in mind?

Well, gee, 12 million.

Now, that's… that's not reasonable, Tony.

Well, Bill, I'm afraid the time for reason has passed.

You see, I wanted to do this the right way.

I wanted to pay the loan back and build a dream.

But you refused, so now we're talking money.

And the longer you stall, the more expensive I get.

We don't got anything close to 12 million.

Tell M.L. to look in his couch cushion.

Tony. Now, we're two businessmen

who understand the value of reaching a fair deal in good faith,

as the market dictates.

Well, what's the market price for Dick's life these days, huh?

Your ask is too high.

You need to negotiate in good faith.

They're not worth 12.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, hold on. What did you say?

They're not worth 12.

Well, how much are they worth?

Fuck.

-Tony, are you there? -Yeah.

Give me one second while I consult the Atlas of Negotiating

with Greedy Little Pigs.

How much are they worth?

If you liquidate our holdings…

and collect payments owed to us, pay off debts…

Maybe five.

Five.

Five million.

We can't go above three.

I think you can, Jack.

Tony, even if we were to entertain such a number,

which I'm not saying that we are,

we don't have that just lying around the office here, so…

Okay…

let us jaw on this.

We'll reach out to our folks and we'll get back to you with a number.

Yeah. Why don't you jaw on it and come back with a real number, boys.

Yup. Okay. Thank you. Bye-bye now.

"Thank you, thank you, bye-bye now"? Fuck, Bill!

Dick. I'd kiss you, but my rap sheet's too long.

I'm gonna be rich.

Motherfucker.

I told you this was a bad idea.

We've been waiting for almost an hour.

Fire swept through a residential area in Beech Grove last night,

destroying a family home as well as a neighbor's tool shed.

The most trusted man in radio.

No one was injured,

but authorities say an overturned portable heater

was responsible for the blaze.

Elvis Presley will perform live in concert at Market Square Arena on June 26th.

Tickets go on sale next week.

People go missing all the time, but we can't stay here forever.

Billable hours and whatnot.

Lawyers have to get paid.

Well, what about my payday?

I just feel we have other other options

-Yeah. -If you can just listen to me.

-We can talk it out. And if-- -Thank you. Thank you, Detective.

Hey. Listen. I know you're not gonna use a sniper

if Tony comes down with a dead man's line 'cause you shoot him, then…

Dick gets shot too. So… so, what is the plan?

Plan's what it's always fucking been.

To have Tony come down unarmed and deliver the hostage to safety.

And what if he doesn't come down unarmed? Then what?

You know, the wife and I saw you perform in Any Wednesday

at the Stansbury Dinner Theater.

I never pictured you as a Lothario but you were convincing.

You were, as they say in the biz, committed.

Half full, Fred. You gotta think glass half full.

What did you think of Barb Heckman?

Casserole lady?

You'd probably like that if I cooked and cleaned and…

did things with noodles.

-Me? -Sorry. Dick. I meant Dick.

It's been nice having you around to help, Lester.

My brother was always like that.

Always seeing what he could do to help others.

I've been thinking about him a lot lately.

I heard he died in Vietnam.

Twelve years ago.

He was killed in the Battle of Ia Drang

on the eastern foot of the Chu Pong Massif.

He sacrificed himself…

trying to get a wounded soldier

during a helicopter evacuation.

You had to have known him. He was… the most handsome.

The most fun.

All my friends loved him.

Me and him, we did everything together.

I hope you don't mind that I'm telling you all this.

He should be talked about.

All those boys who died should be talked about.

It's a shame how this country treated them.

"Treats."

-Hello? -Ibby. Hi. A little update here.

So, a bomb threat has been called in to Meridian.

What?

Yeah. We've evacuated, so…

You and the kids should get to a secure location too.

Why would somebody call in a bomb threat, Bill?

What do the police say?

We were thinking we'd wait to contact any authorities.

Yeah, of course, we're exercising precaution, best practices, etcetera.

But we don't need another press headache.

Who'd have thought the public would love the guy with a gun to my husband's head…

and hate the mortgage company closing his loan?

Is that what you were thinking?

So our suggestion is that you join us at the secure location.

Leave my house?

Yes. We can send someone over.

Thank you. But I will find my own location.

Tell you what I'm not gonna do.

I'm not gonna buy one of them flashy European sports cars

that breaks down if you look at it funny.

You probably love those foreign cars.

-Fiat 124 Spider's easy on the eyes. -Yeah.

Wild guess.

You and Ibby…

went to Rome for a month…

for your honeymoon

and you tooled around in a lime-green Fiat Spider,

like two movie stars.

La Dolce Vita!

so you are more of a

Sand-and-sea, man. Hawaii, was it?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

It's just…

My hands.

That looks like it hurts.

Yeah. They're swollen.

You shoulda said something.

When they call next I'm gonna ask one of the officers for a key.

We can loosen that up.

-Thanks, Tony. -Yeah.

Don't worry. You'll be with Ibby and the kids soon enough.

Ritchie! Turn it down!

Ritchie!

All right. Everyone out. Come on.

Come on.

-You okay? -Sorry.

I tried calling Fred.

I can't get in touch with him.

Not that I necessarily wanna talk to him right now.

Just feels strange.

Do you think someone really planted a bomb?

Well, I heard from Bill

that Tony had planned to pick each of them off one by one.

Barb, one. Fence, zero.

-What now? -I don't know.

-Must have felt good. -It gave me a splinter.

I have just the thing.

Perfect for getting tiny things out of tiny noses.

You know, when she first died…

I didn't get out of bed.

Not for Fred.

Not for the kids.

Not for anyone.

I didn't move.

Fred would bring me trays of food…

set them next to the nightstand, and quietly close the door.

He dressed the kids.

He took them to school.

Day after day.

He did that for me.

He's the only person…

And then…

One day, I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling

and I heard my voice say, "Get up, Barbara."

And so I did.

He sounds like a very good man.

But that doesn't mean you can't want other things.

You mean like getting in my car and leaving Fred and the kids.

Going to a new town…

with a new name like Candace.

Working in a coffee shop.

Going home to a quiet apartment where I can just put my legs up…

for instance.

You need to dream bigger, Barb.

-Like what? -I don't know.

Just…

bigger.

M.L. found guilty of conspiring to defraud veterans.

A felony. His sentence was suspended.

Yeah, in '53. Anything else?

The CEND protests, and there was a class-action suit

where plaintiffs argued that Meridian was paying interest to itself.

So, he's getting smarter. He's not gonna get caught again.

Unethical but not illegal.

[Ben] Dammit. Every time you think you're about to catch the man,

he escapes down another rabbit hole.

Is everything… okay?

The other night.

With your husband?

Yeah. He was just looking for me.

Hey. Something's up at the command center. But I'm shut out.

What are they planning?

I think they figured out a way to kill Tony.

They're tying up loose ends.

Yeah. Well, they've put an illegal wiretap on his phone,

and one of his lawyers is not very happy about it.

You get Wilson to talk?

Enough to know that we're gonna need a second source.

"We."

Well, do you two want in on this story or not?

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

Well, the police couldn't pull off a wiretap

without help from the phone company.

Do we know anyone from Indiana Bell?

-Jerry does. But… -Oh, boy.

Like you're queen.

On a big float.

-Yeah. Yeah. -Hey. Jerry…

-Jesus. You got a second? -No.

This is important.

So is our listenership and our springtime campaign "Swiiiing into WIBC".

Oh, my gosh.

I… I recognize you.

Yeah.

-We… we did the Indy car show together. -No.

Okay.

Jerry, can I please talk to you privately?

Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of Charlotte.

Charlotte.

Okay. Jerry, do you remember the Sugar Daddy Campaign

WIBC ran a few years back?

Two Corvettes. One Lucky Couple. One of my favorites.

And we had so many calls that we tied up all the phone lines in Indianapolis

and you had to go wine and dine the guy from Indiana Bell?

That man was not a fan of mine.

He said he wanted to find me and rip my intestines out of my ass.

I said, "Hold on, let me make it up to you."

Took him to the King Cole. Tonight. 8 p.m.

Two bottles of Chateau Petrus later,

he's begging me to go to his lake house in Sheboygan.

I call that Jerry-Jitsu.

-We need you to call him, please. -Okay.

I can't remember his name off the top of my head.

It was something with a "D".

-Dan… Darryl. -Oh, Derek.

-It's not Derek. -Dalton. Del--

Leonard Gracie, SVP, Indiana Bell.

-Could've sworn it was like, Dax. -It wasn't.

-Please? -Yeah.

Thank you.

Okay.

-Hello. -Lenny! It's Jerry Morris, WIBC.

-Jer! Long time no talk. -I know. It's true.

Well, what'd you do this time?

Nothing, nothing.

But I wanted to introduce you to Fred Heckman.

Hi, Leonard, it's Fred Heckman here.

-Wow. The real Fred Heckman? -That's right. Yeah.

Listen. I'm doing a story about all the ways that Indianapolis is…

is helping out during this… during this Tony Kiritsis crisis

and I… I heard from a couple of pals over at IPD that…

that your guys over there at Indiana Bell may have set up some sort of system

to listen in on Tony's apartment. And I just…

I just wanted to know if maybe you wanted to make some of those technicians

that helped set up that system,

if you wanted to make them available for… for an interview.

"Listening in on?"

I'm not familiar.

Well, yeah. No, you know, like a phone wiretap.

I understand that's fairly standard operating procedure

for a crisis situation like this.

You know, I… I don't know anything about that.

Well, no, I'm not asking you to confirm it, Leonard, just…

just wanted to know if any of those technicians

that were down there at the Crestwood Apartments

if they wanted to participate in this interview.

Well, look, I can ask around, okay,

but I genuinely, I haven't heard about it.

Like, sorry, I wish I could be more help.

Yeah. No… Thank you for your time, Leonard.

Anything for my pal Jerry, huh?

All right, Lenny, back at you, baby.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Oh, pardon us. We should…

That's good.

Yeah. And face me.

Good.

Jimmie said he saw the lawyers

going in and out of a white van at Crestwood.

That's got to be a surveillance van.

Wilson says there's no tapes, but--

-I've got a guy from Indiana Bell. -Get him on the extension here.

This is Fred Heckman.

Mr. Heckman, this is Bruce McKinnon with Indiana Bell.

What can I do for you, Mr. McKinnon?

Well, I'm calling to clear up some misinformation

I fear you've received about our company's practices.

All right.

I want to state clearly that Indiana Bell is not involved

in illegal wiretapping activity of any kind.

We are committed to providing our customers

with the best service available

and never, under any circumstances, would we aid in

or assist with any system of surveillance.

I understand.

We have no knowledge of any recording equipment or any tapes.

Understood. Well, thank you for clearing that up.

I'll make sure our reporting reflects that.

Thank you. Hey, give my best to Mr. Fairbanks.

I sure will.

He's denying the tapes, but I never asked for the tapes.

-That means we can find them. -Go to Crestwood. Talk to the cops.

-We'll track the van. -Good.

-What about Tony? -They're closing the ranks.

-You gotta warn him. Try to. -I'll meet you there.

-Okay. -Okay.

I hate puking.

Here. Put that on your head.

Shut the lid.

What you need is a vacation.

Some sea air and salt.

I've only been out of Indiana one time.

Neighbor of mine paid me to drive him to Omaha, so I saw…

Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska.

Ask me where I'd go on vacation now.

Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?

What?

Well, everything is "poor Tony" this, "poor Tony" that.

Everyone is wrong to you.

And you know what the most annoying part is?

You keep acting like I have everything but you know nothing about me.

You don't know my life. You don't know what I have to do with

my father and my brothers. And you sit there in judgment

and you don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

You're not the only person who's had shit happen to him, Tony.

But I have to sit here…

hours upon hours…

and listen to every wrong that has aggrieved you

because I've got a fucking gun to my head.

And you know what?

I'm sick of it.

Go ask me where I'd like to go on vacation.

Tony…

where would you go on vacation?

I'd like to go to a cabin in the mountains.

And it's just quiet.

And it just help calm everything down, you know?

In my head.

And sometimes I just want to get past myself and everyone…

and everything and just…

Just be at peace.

I know I'm not the easiest fella.

But everything's gonna change.

Money makes everything better.

-How much do you think he's gonna pay? -He'll pay what's fair.

You said the place was worth five million dollars.

You know what I want?

I want to see the look on my dad's face when he signs that check.

You, son, are an American dreamer.

Someone I can count on and then screw over for every last cent.

That's it.

-Big payday today, huh? -Where's Fred?

A fire swept through a residential area in Beech Grove last night,

destroying a family home as well as a neighbor's tool shed.

-He's in there? -No one was injured,

but authorities say an overturned…

-He's in there. -You're mistaken.

-Twenty-four happy… -You can't hear that?

…Indianapolis just returned from the Explorer Scout Olympics.

I want you to know our Indy Scout Olympians came back

with a tie for first place.

That's fantastic, Fred.

Elvis Presley will perform live in concert at Market Square Arena on June 26th.

Tickets go on sale next week.

Where is he?

You know, it's a rope-a-dope, right?

All you need for a rope-a-dope is one big dope.

A gas station in Crown Hill

was the site of an armed robbery shortly after midnight.

-Detective Hart. -Jesus Christ.

You again?

You got a second to talk about the wiretap?

What wiretap?

The warrantless one?

Requested by the Indiana State Police?

In which they're recording privileged information?

I got no comment about that.

Okay, look, if this was just about the cops,

we wouldn't be asking.

But we have a witness who says that Tony's own lawyers know about the wiretap.

You know Tony. He deserves honest counsel.

We have confirmation of the tapes.

We have several other people who can confirm the recording equipment.

So, I mean, what do you want us to do?

I mean, you know what they're doing is not right.

I'm just asking for some help here, for Tony.

If you'll excuse me, I've got a job to do.

And what job is that, exactly?

What are they planning?

I've done nothing wrong, and I've got nothing to worry about.

Well, no. No, of course not. I mean, not from us.

But… I mean, look around you.

This is ending, and it might end in bloodshed,

and everyone around here is scrambling to get their asses covered.

You, you're…

You're an honest man and a good soldier.

Do you know what happens to men like you?

You get out to the lifeboats

and you see that all the seats have been taken by the dishonest men.

His own lawyers.

That figures.

Does it?

-Off the record. -"An anonymous member of law enforcement."

Ruckelshaus.

He likes to get his name in the papers.

When I heard Tony asked for him, I thought, "Not that fucking guy."

Okay, and what about the wiretaps?

A couple of years ago, there was this huge shitstorm.

IPD is wiretapping their own.

Part of some interdepartmental investigation.

Wait, the Indiana Police were wiretapping themselves?

And who do you think represented the cops?

Ruckelshaus.

So he knows all about the illegal wiretap system, okay.

What about the DA's Office? What do they know?

Lawyers don't like loose ends.

Important phone call.

You got to be quiet while I'm on the phone with my lawyers.

Tony, Rucks here.

-Where's Wilson? -He's right beside me.

Yeah, I'm here, Tony. This is Attorney Wilson.

You sound funny. Everything okay?

-Oh, he's fine, he's fine. -Yup, yup.

Tony, hold on to your shorts.

-Have we done great work on your behalf. -Well, how much money?

Meridian has agreed to pay you five million dollars.

It's terrific news.

Hello?

So the big guy finally agreed to pay, huh?

Yup. Yep. You did it.

That's great. That's great news.

Great to hear. I'll expect a signed promissory note posthaste.

-Okay, buddy. Okay. -Bye-bye.

-Well, we have him pretty well. -Yeah, yeah.

Detective Hart said that the Indiana Bell guys were in and out of this basement.

Whatever they had set up in here, they're gone now.

Well, they couldn't have gone far.

Chasing our tails here. Shit.

-Oh, are you okay? -Yeah, fine.

If only my mother could see me now.

Why, she didn't want you to be a reporter?

Oh, no. She loved this shit.

-Columbo's her guy. -Oh, Wednesday nights.

I got married young.

I did what I was supposed to do.

Sometimes I wish…

Yeah. Me too.

Where to next?

Oh, I think that's it.

It leads out of the building.

-Let's follow that wire. -Okay.

-Fred. -John.

Things are looking up.

Did you know about the wiretapping the whole time?

You knew about the wiretapping. You knew that the immunity was a sham.

You know they're gonna try to kill Tony.

I don't know how they're gonna do it, but they figured out a way to kill him,

even with the dead man's line attached to Dick.

So, maybe you knew that too.

Hey, hey, hey! What the fuck, man?

-These are Italian leather. -You should be ashamed.

-Okay, it must be close. -There it is.

Hello. We're with WIBC. Could you answer a few questions?

Hey. Excuse me. Officer? Officer.

-Sir, do you care to comment? -Excuse me. No.

-You can't just… Hey! Hang on! -No!

Are you okay?

Are you…

This is a no.

I got that for my niece's christening.

You're making my case for me.

What should we do about dinner?

Maybe have Ritchie pick up a pizza.

Do you think I should call Bill?

I really should call Bill and tell him where we are.

Oh, God.

-Hello? -Hello, Bill.

I just wanted to tell you that we are all fine.

We're at Barbara Heckman's house.

M.L. wants to talk to you.

-What do you mean he wants to talk to me? -I'm patching you through to M.L. now.

M.L. wants to talk to me. They're patching him in.

Isn't he in Florida?

They're patching him through. Must be serious.

Or he's seriously mad.

Ibby.

Hello, M.L. It is good to hear from you.

I hear you're in the belly of the beast.

The press. Do you think that's wise, Ibby?

Well, I don't know what's wise right now…

but I'm with Barbara Heckman.

She's one of the few people who's been helping me through this.

We're gonna insist that you join Bill and the rest of the family.

"Insist."

And… if I say no?

You know, I haven't heard anything about the bomb scare on the radio or the news.

-Neither has Barb. -We have no new information.

What does that mean? Have you called the police?

We'd prefer not to involve the authorities just yet.

Always up to something, aren't you?

-Ibby, I'm gonna get off the phone now. -You do that.

Your son is here with a gun to his head, and you're…

you're in Florida.

I'm gonna pay four million dollars to have my son released,

so you don't lecture me.

Are you okay?

I don't know.

Four million dollars.

Flip the lights on, please.

Hey. What the fuck? What's going on here?

Tony can't resist the show.

-Well, how does this show end? -Best case, big trial.

And considering how involved the DA is, they're gonna want a friendly judge.

You're welcome to worry about Schrodinger's hostage,

alive and dead at the same time.

-I'm focused on saving a life. -A life? One? That's it.

It's a fait accompli. You're not gonna do anything.

All the world's a stage, Fred.

How many S's are in promissory?

It doesn't matter. Tony just needs the promise of the money to release Dick.

-How much should I put? -Five.

-M.L. dropped it to four. -That's on a need-to-know basis.

-Put five. He's coming down. -Rucks, we have to tell him.

You guys gotta move.

I'm not done with that. I…

Look, can we get somebody to sign this?

-Where are the guys from Meridian? -Great question.

I can't fucking find any of them.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

-We need someone to sign this. -Hey, give it here, criminal.

You can't…

No, no, no. We need someone else. Someone from Meridian, okay?

If this goes to court, I need to be able to defend it on the stand.

-Give it-- -Tough tomatoes.

There's no time.

-There you go. It's fucking signed. -Thank you.

Chief Gallagher.

-Yeah. -We have a situation.

Be right there.

Look, it doesn't matter. It's over.

Yeah.

Mr. Wilson.

Wait. We have a question. Hold up.

Could you stop that sweeping?

-What happens if he finds out? -He won't.

No, it's hard to know one way or the other.

Just who we were hoping to see.

What did I tell you? It's all gonna work out.

Let's try this. Half-speed.

Handkerchief, McNally.

-Tony. -Then Walt goes.

Then I shoot.

Are you sure you're the one who should shoot?

Yeah. I'll be in the best position.

One more time.

Half-speed. Handkerchief.

Tony, I'm glad you answered.

You ready, Freddy?

Next conversation you and I have will be face to face.

I'm getting five million dollars.

I owe a lot to you, Fred.

Tony, have you talked to your brother?

A little bit ago. Why?

What did he say?

What do you mean?

Well, did he… did he say anything?

Like what?

Hey, listen, listen. Things always have a way of working out.

Although they did make me sweat this one out a little bit.

Fred.

-This is ending, baby. We did it. -Well, it's not over yet, Tony.

Now, listen. I want you to think about something.

There's an awful lot of cameras down here. They're all at the ready.

What exactly are they gonna see?

Me walking out a rich man and a national hero.

I just… I just… I wanna be very clear about this, Tony.

You need to come down here unarmed.

The immunity agreement didn't specify I'd have to be unarmed.

Don't worry so much, Fred.

Listen, I ain't going back to a hospital.

And if I have to wave a gun around to be free, that's what I'm gonna do.

Please, Tony.

I'll think about it, baby. Listen, I wanna share a steak with you.

Tell them I'm coming down.