All language subtitles for Without.a.Trace.S04E11.Blood.Out.WEBRip.x264-ION10

"Blood Out"

It hurts, man!

I know, I know.
It hurts!

I know. You're
almost there, man!

I owe that other dude, did I get
him?

Smoke that fool?

Man, the cops will
tell you about it.

Duane Harris, 16.
GSW to the left leg.

BP 120 over 70.

Heart rate tachy 160.

- Fluids
- One liter of saline.

Let's get him into Trauma 2.

I'll leave my report
with the duty nurse.

Nice work out there, partner.

Yeah, you, too.

You know I hate to write it.

You gonna clean the bus?

Yeah.

All right.

WOMAN:
They killed him!

They killed my baby!

JACK:
Danny.

Jack, I'm so sorry
about your father.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Jack.

Thanks for the, uh...

The deluxe fruit basket.

Yeah, thanks for
the fruit basket.

You really didn't
have to do anything.

No, no, no. I did it.

I wanted to pay
my respects and...

What do we got going here?

A paramedic went missing in the
middle of his shift last night.

His name's Cole Warren.

His partner called it in.

How long were you outside
cleaning the ambulance?

No more than 30 minutes.
I had to run back.

Came to tell Cole we had another
call, I couldn't find him.

And he didn't
leave word with anyone?

He didn't even
finish his paperwork.

I called his apartment,

his cell and his girlfriend.

She's a surgical
intern upstairs.

How about the last call
you responded to,

what happened there?

It was a shoot-out between
a couple of gangbangers.

Two of them in the Lenox crew.

Two of them survived.
Lenox died at the scene.

Has he ever taken off
like this before?

Nah, he's 100 percent reliable.

Even when he's not working,
he's working.

Checks up on people
after release,

springs for cab fare so
relatives can follow.

There's no way he would
just go AWOL.

When was the last time
you talked to Cole?

Yesterday morning.

He spent the night at my place,

and then we took
the subway in together.

Was that your usual routine?

Mm-hmm, three,
four times a week.

Do you think that
Cole's disappearance

could be his way of taking
a break from your relationship?

No way.

You know the kind of guy
you always dream about?

Responsible, really listens
and good

Yeah.

That's Cole.

So, everything was perfect?

We had had this plan for a while
about moving out of the city.

And then two weeks ago,
something happened.

Because I don't know
where he changed his mind.

So, what, chicken
and waffles at Susie's?

You want me to bust
out of my scrubs?

Girl, as long as
I'm doing the busting.

Well, Susie's is always
appealing, but...

Mm

Did you forget?

Forget what?

The condo.

We're supposed to go
up there tonight.

Oh yeah, this place we
were looking up in Roc.

Mm-hmm. The broker called.

One bedroom is available.

I put a binder down.

Baby, I thought
we were just looking.

Yeah, but you know
how fast they go.

I told him we'd come up there
and give him our checks

for the rest of the deposit.

What is with that face?

Nothing.

Look, we've been talking
about this for months.

Yeah, I know.

Well, I don't have
my share of the money.

You said you had it!

I know, but now I don't.

I'm sorry.

I got to go.

You're not on call.

Baby, look.

I just gotta take care
of something, all right?

I love you.
I'll talk to you later.

He went downstairs
to his locker,

grabbed his paramedic bag
and left.

Why'd he take the bag?

I don't know.

When I asked him where he went,
he didn't say.

All right, what about the condo?

How much money
are we talking about?

$8,000.

Do you think
he really didn't have it?

Cole was born and raised
in Harlem.

He lived here his whole life,

except for when
he was in the Army.

I figure he just had
cold feet about moving.

Right.

Okay, remind me
of Cole's personnel file,

if I ever get cocky.

Why?

Paramedic of the Year,
four citations for valor,

performance evaluations that
sound like his mother wrote it.

All at Harlem?

Yeah. He's had several
opportunities to transfer.

Refused them all.

Oh, and did I mention
he attends church regularly

at the Living Brotherhood
Ministry?

Boy from the hood does good.

Yo, Viv, check this out.

He's withdrawn $12,000
in the last couple weeks.

Yeah, well, that might explain
why he didn't

have the money for the condo.

Yeah, but it doesn't explain
why he needed the money.

Could be drugs.

It says here that his mother
died of a drug overdose.

Family history can be a bitch.

Thanks.

You understand our deal, right?

Yeah. I talk to y'all
in private at your spot,

and so long as I didn't do
nothing to that paramedic,

stuff here doesn't
connect to my other charges.

Exactly.

So you were with Cole Warren

the night of your
transport to the hospital?

The black dude. Yeah.

And, uh, the white guy
was driving.

What about at the scene?

Who else was there
besides the kid you faxed

to the morgue?
Yo, them murder charges
is bogus.

I don't know who shot that fool.

Right.

So it was just you and Cole
on that side of the street?

Nah, nah.

There was this other dude,
came out of nowhere,

talking crazy,
trying to crump me.

He shot me.
I can't believe he shot me.

Okay, okay, listen.

You got to be quiet, man.

The more you talk,
the more blood

you're gonna pump out.
Hold still.

I'm trying to keep
pressure on this.

Look at me.
Am I gonna die?

Nah, man, you're not gonna die.

Hey, what are you doing?
You saving him?

Huh?

He's a damn murderer!
Let him die!

Okay, man, look, you need

to step back, okay?

Bleed out, son of a...
Hey, hey!

Go home!

Now, this guy that was trying
to crump you, did you know him?

Never seen him before.

I figure he just some
punk-ass fool from Lenox

trying to gain position
on a warrior like myself.

You know, being
incapacitated and all that.

Do you think you could use

that warrior-like mind
of yours to describe him?

I owe your boy a solid
for saving my life so...

Yeah, I can remember him.

In that neighborhood, this
can't be the first time

he pissed somebody off because
he saved the wrong guy's life.

Okay, well, let's cover
the gang angle

and look at
the old paramedic files.

And call the NYPD Gang Division.

See if they can help us.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

There's a change.

I didn't know
where to send them.

So, I thought
I'd bring them here.

Beautiful.

Thank you.

How are you doing?

Good, you know.

Got a pulse.

You?

Some good days, some bad.

Random outbursts help.

Then I'm doing great, 'cause
I've had about ten meltdowns

with the V.A.
trying to arrange

my father's funeral.

Well, after Max's,
I'm a bit of an expert.

So, if you need help.

Got any pull with a bugler?

You know, the military,

they promise you one thing,
and then the next thing

you know, you have to choose
between a tape recording of taps

and some guy
holding a digital horn.

I think playingtaps
is out of my league, sorry.

You know,
I'd really like you to come.

Of course.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just let me know.

I will.

I've got a 10:00.

Thanks for coming in.
Sure.

Call if you need anything.

I will, thank you.
Okay.

You getting anything
off Cole's old reports?

Yeah, that being a paramedic
in that neighborhood is hell.

Stabbings, shootings,
a dozen DOA's a week.

Do you know the guy that Duane
said tried to attack him?

Yeah.
He's not a gang member.

Well, then what was
his beef with Duane?

Well, there was
another gang shooting

on that block a week ago,

and one of the bullets
killed his daughter.

ELENA:
Mr. Burnett, we are
very sorry for your loss.

Very sorry.

She was watching TV.

And she's dead... because
I couldn't afford for her

to have a safe place to live.

No, it's not your fault,
Mr. Burnett.

It's those gangbangers running
around out there with guns.

Or the paramedic who saves them.

When I heard those shots again,
I just lost it.

I wanted somebody to pay
for Angela's death!

We know you went
to the hospital,

'cause we saw you
on the security camera.

What were you doing there?

I thought that I could give
the police a report.

See if the shootings
connected up to Angela.

But I didn't see him.

Well, this is the paramedic

that you fought with that night.

Did you see him later?

Yeah.

I was outside the E.R.

I went straight to my shift
at the warehouse.

You can check.

Could you see
what was handed to him?

No.

It rolled, but I didn't see it.

So the hospital's
security cameras

angle towards the intake ramp.

From this camera all you get

is Cole leaving the E.R.

But this is from the parking lot
across the street.

I got your guy
right here.

All right can you get me
a POV

for the guy
inside the car?

Good.

Make a picture of that.

I want to circulate it.
Right. Done.

Is there any way

we can see what he's handing off
to Cole?

Not from this angle,
but...

there's a second camera
on the lot.

I think...

That's a lot of dough.

What the hell is Cole doing
taking money from a gangbanger?

Maybe Cole takes money
from the Tombs

in exchange for top service,

then he lets the Lennox Crew
bleed out.

Yeah, but on the tape

he didn't even look as if
he wanted to take the money.

Maybe he said no
and that's why he's in trouble.

ELENA:
Listen to this.

The guy driving the car
is Orlando Davidson.

Drug trafficking

and assault.

And guess who he used to run
with as a teenager?

Oh, Cole was a gangbanger?

Yes.
How'd you find that out?

Well his juvenile records
are sealed,

but a cop friend of mine
hooked me up.

So, have we gotten hold
of this Orlando?

No.

He's gonna be hard to track.

What was the name of the church
that Cole attends?

Living Brotherhood Ministry.

Okay, well,
six months ago,

Cole gave $1,000 to
an anti-gang program they run.

Why not just tell his girlfriend

that's where
some of the money went?

Because he never told his
girlfriend about his gang past.

I started the program
seven years ago

after my son was shot
walking home from school.

I'm sorry about that,
Reverend.

There are a lot of people
who lost loved ones.

I'm fortunate to have this
as an outlet for the pain.

I understand that Cole
helped you fund your work?

He gave more than money;
he gave his time.

Men with jobs in this
neighborhood gleam like gold.

He's been
a great role model.

Did he ever tell you

he used to run
with the Tombs
as a teenager?

He didn't like
to talk about it much,

but, yes,
he confided in me.

You think there's a possibility

that he could've gone back
to that life?

Absolutely not!

If anything,
it was just the opposite.

Good rhythm.

Look at you,
Trevor.

You got a natural gift
for this, man.

You really think you could save
somebody's life doing this?

A two-year-old
in a bathtub
just last week.

Oh, how'd that feel?

Oh, man,
that felt great.

MAN #1:
What's up, O?

MAN #2:
What's up?
What's up, dawg?

Keep doing it, man.

You're looking great.

What's up, man?

What's up, Cole?

Chillin', cuz. You know,
I'm doin' my thing.

You really think any of these
fools is gonna Lazarus somebody?

Well...

as you can see,
some are catching on.

Look, man,
I was just wondering

if you could just chill
on that for a minute?

Look, it's hard
for chest compressions

to compete
with a cell phone.

You know
what I'm saying?

You starting to make
getting in my face
a habit.

You telling me
to leave?

No... no, man.

I'm just asking for
a little space for these boys.

That's all.

Yeah, a'ight.

Show 'em your stuff.

Appreciate it.

Catch up with you
later, homes.

Fo' sure.

Cole was seen
with Orlando Davidson last night

right before he went missing.

We think there's a possibility
that they're working together.

I don't believe that.

Okay, do you know
where I can find Orlando?

Somewhere out there
on the street.

That's all
I can tell you.

Thank you.

Oh, boy.

Remember that page Cole's
girlfriend told us about?

Yeah.

Okay, I just got
his pager records.

Someone called him from a pay
phone at a convenience store,

in the middle of Tombs territory
and sent him a message.

But it's just four numbers:

triple six, four.

So I'm thinking maybe
some kind of a gang code.

Or slang?

I tell you what.

I'll take the gang files,
if you'll take the slang.

It's an addendum
to a will.

So, it's just witnesses,
attestation clause...

it all looks kosher.

Yeah, but he made
this decision

the day his doctor
told him he had
kidney failure.

Now his lawyer's
telling me

that this is legal
and binding.

But it doesn't affect
the rest of the will.

It's just the funeral.

What funeral?

I'm gonna torch him
and put him in a jar?

You know,
he did have Alzheimer's.

You could find a judge

who might rule
diminished capacity.

Old bastard, he just
did this to torture me.

Well, it's working.

I just want what's right.
For whom?

Why do you always
do this?

Do what?

Make an easy answer
complicated.

I'm a lawyer?

Goes with the training?

Could you knock it off?

There you go.

There you have it.

I'll do this.

I'll get back to you.

Okay.

Viv.

Hmm.

I need your help.
Okay.

I have gone through all
of the gang members

in this neighborhood,
okay.

I've gone through birthdays,

prison numbers,
apartment numbers...

None of them match.

I mean,
what am I missing here?

You know, because
if it's just some
random personal code,

then
we're completely lost.

Okay, all right.

Now, what about...
letters?

For example,
six would be M-N-O.

M, N and O.

What about...
all right,

we got a Mike here

who's listed as a member
of the Tombs.

All right so that would
be six, four...

Nope, not six, four.

What about a Nathan?

Six-two.

Nope, okay,
what about a Monique.

Okay, six-six-six.

Yep, that's it.

Six-six-six-four.

ELENA:
Monique, we know that you
paged Cole

two weeks ago.

Triple-six-four spells out
the beginning of your name.

A lot of names
start like that.

DANNY:
Yeah, but you're the one
that was identified

by the clerk
at the convenience
store, Monique.

He remembers you
making the call

because you cursed
him out

for not giving you
a free cigarette.

They charged a buck fifty
for a loosey!

So... so you were there?

And you did page Cole.

Ain't no law against that.

You have a beef
with Cole, hmm...

a fight that you want
to take

to the next level,
Monique?

I didn't do nothing
to him.

No, well, did somebody get shot

and that's why
you were calling Cole?

So he could come over

and patch
them up?

It was a ten-ten.

Who got jumped in?

My boyfriend, Trevor.

He got beat bad.

I didn't know who else to call.

I'm glad
you paged me.

Trevor...
hey, look at me.

Man, go away.

Nobody told you
to come here.

Yeah, well, you let ten fools
beat on you for ten minutes.

Now you're in a gang.

Took it like a man.

Nobody got over on me.

Yeah, but you're smarter
than this, Trevor.

This beat down alone
could've killed you.

Man, there's a lot of ways
out here to die.

What are you doing?

Trevor, we were working this,
man.

Why would you come out
of the plan now?

Talk to me.

I was just playing hoops.

Stole the ball

from this guy
and he tripped.

I laughed, you know,
just messing.

Didn't know
he was Lenox Crew.

He swore
he'd kill me.

Orlando told me if I joined,
the Tombs could protect me.

Hey, look at me, man.

I got a job, Trevor,
all right?

I'm not packing weed.

I'm not running guns for Orlando
so he could get a nice new ride.

It can happen.

Out here?

On 115th?

Nah, nah.

I need an insurance policy
and you can't be it.

ORLANDO:
Yo, Trev.

Yo, Trevor.

No, no.

No, don't do this.

I ain't got no choice.

DANNY:
Do you know
where Trevor is now?

No.

I haven't heard from him
since yesterday.

His mother is out of town
on a job.

I have a key to his place.

I could give it to you.

Apartment is clear.

Told you Trevor wasn't here.

I mean, you could've found that
out without dragging me.

Okay, is he
your boyfriend?

Is he?

Yeah.

Because we thought
that you'd want
to help us find him.

And I understand
that you're just trying
to stay out of trouble,

but listen.

Keeping quiet
is not gonna help.

DANNY:
Monique, we know that
you didn't give us

the keys
to the apartment

because you like doing
favors for the FBI.

Did you think
we were gonna
find a body here?

DANNY:
Not telling us

what you know about a murder
or a kidnapping

makes you an accessory,

which means that you're gonna go
to jail for a very long time.

It doesn't matter
that you're 14 years old.

Do you understand that?

So,

you want to start over?

Okay.

Cole was here last night.

He was looking for Trevor.

I gave you
$10,000, Lando.

Why not just take it?

'Cause I changed my mind.

Li'l' homie gonna make
a real good soldier.

Don't let his cartoon-watching
ass fool you.

Look, come on, man.

I told you what
his teacher said.

The only time I've heard
the word "potential"

used so many times
is when they were talking

about your skinny ass.

Now look, man, I'm asking you

as a favor for

old times sake, don't do this.

Man, why you keep plucking
at them old memory strings?

Waking and baking,
yeah, it was cool.

Yeah, we were like brothers,
man.

And that's the word you keep
forgetting: "were."

Why do I owe you anything?

You jump off
and now you come
strutting back?

Everybody all looking up at you
with your fancy equipment.

Well, Trevor,
that's my equipment.

So you need to step off.

I can't do that.

Look, Trevor
has a chance.

Let him take it.

How does that feel,
huh?

Your fancy training
gonna save you now?

Hey, Trevor.

Li'l man!

Cole here wants
to rescue you.

You wanna be alone?

Fly free on the streets?

Trevor, don't listen
to him.
Shut up!

Huh?

No.

Then hold this for me.

Gotta go.

Now, show me what
you made of, li'l man.

That was it.

Orlando left.

Trevor told me to go, too.

And you haven't heard
from Trevor since?

Nah, I was hoping
you guys could find him

before he did something stupid.

What do you think happened
to Cole?

You know.

I'm sorry we had
to pick you up

at your baby momma's house.

Next time don't hide
behind your lady's skirt,

okay, Orlando?

Didn't know y'all
was looking for me.

Well, we were.

Where the hell is Cole?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We know you were at Trevor's
apartment last night.

Who'd y'all talk to?

Crackhead

She hallucinates.

We didn't find
crackhead-ho Monique.

Now, what we did find
was a lot of people

that were very excited
about helping us move you

to a federal address.

You know, I think you put your
boy Trevor up to killing Cole.

What? You ain't got nothing
to say about that?

What you think?

Well, if you have nothing to
say, then you're free to go.

Because we don't need you.

Come on, go.

What?

Trevor's 14 years old.

How far do you think

a 14-year-old
with a dead body's gonna get?

That was good--
covering for Monique.

Thanks.

I wanna tell you
something.

I don't think
we should put this guy
back on the street.

Listen, NYPD's
gonna trail him.

We're good.

I'm telling you.

We're good.

Hello.

Hi.

I got your message,
obviously.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah, no problem.

Can I get you something?

Uh, yeah.

It's just water.

Ooh. Um, vodka tonic, please.

Thanks.

It's a little early in the day
for that, don't you think?

Hmm, well, you did invite me
to a bar.

Good point.

I probably should've
ordered one myself.

So, have you thought
about your father?

Well, I'm torn.

Between honoring the last wishes
of a crazy, old man

or giving him
the final flying finger.

I know, it's stupid.

I did look into it.

And, uh, you can overturn
his decision if you want.

Really?

But I wouldn't
recommend it, Jack.

Why not?

Your dad's dead, Jack.

You have to let go.

Yeah, well, I will certainly
take that under advisement.

You know what?
I want to, um...

I want to apologize
for this morning.

Oh, yeah.

I was so out of line.

I have no idea
what came over me.

I just, look, I don't even think
of you that way.

You know what?
That did not come out

the way I wanted
it to come out.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

You know what I mean.
I just..

Hang on a second. Sorry.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Gotta go.

Yep, I, uh...

I have to go.

And, uh...

I'm really sorry about,
uh, what happened and...

it was really inappropriate...

for me to do that.

And now it's over.

Really?

You know we could talk about...

No.

It doesn't matter. Okay.

Um...

So, we're good?

We are.

Has Orlando called Trevor?

Yeah, he made three calls
in a row

to the same number
the second he left
the building.

He's worried about where
the kid dumped the body.

All right, guys.
I got the number he called.

I'm just triangulating the
location from this signal.

All right, I got it.

Where is he?

Uh, the signal's coming
from Edgecomb Hospital.

That's where Cole went missing.

I recognize him.

Cole brought him on
a run with us once.

Seemed like a bright kid,
but I haven't seen him since.

What time
did you go back on duty?

About a half hour ago.

Just getting the
equipment ready
for the next run.

What's up?

I left the door
to the bus open.

Now it's closed.

Where's Cole?

Hey, man, I don't know, dawg.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Come on out.

Easy.

You were the last person
to see Cole alive

and I know Orlando told you
to kill him.

You help us, we'll help you.

Aw, man, I swear.

I didn't do nothing.
I didn't kill Cole.

Move out. Let's go!

You really think that's gonna
keep my blood from splattering?

You, shut up!
I gotta think.

Right. Right.

Think.

But not about how you're gonna
clean up this mess

from shooting me,

but how your life
will never be the same
if you do this.

Yo, I said shut up!

You're not a killer,
Trevor.

What do you know about me?

Well, I know a killer
would've shot me already,

been at the refrigerator looking
for something to eat.

I'm warning you.

I know a killer
wouldn't spend time

over a dummy practicing
to save a life.

What the hell do you know?

You got out.

Never made your bone.

Yeah, I did.

I thought killing someone
would make me a man, too.

It was me and Orlando.

We were waiting.

We do this thing, man, we in.

Solid gold, homes.

Tombs forever.

So, how 'bout him?

Orders are civilian male.

Show him no mercy.

He it then.

I killed him.

And all he was doing was walking
home from school.

Yo, Orlando already told
that story with him

doing the shooting.

I know. I let him.

Because the only story
I had to tell

was how I puked every night.

And how I couldn't
get his face out
of my head.

And how I could hear his family
crying no matter where I was.

Come on, Cole. Turn around.

Why?

If you shoot me,

you will see my face

every night
for the rest of your life.

whether I turn around or not.

So, go ahead, man.

Make your bone.

What if I want to get out?

How can I?

Orlando will kill us both.

You let me worry
about that.

Let go.

Let go.

It's okay, man.

It's okay, man.

Cole came up with a plan--

a school I could go to,
live there.

Get out that neighborhood.

He was going to pay
for the first year.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

He told me to come here.

Ask y'all for his key
to his place in Tarrytown,

then go there and wait.

And de didn't say where
he was going?

He said he had to go
see somebody.

Stay put.
Watch him.

So we were both right.
This guy's a killer.

Who turned
his life around.

I just hope it's
not too late, Viv.

Okay, bad news.

You know the tail
on Orlando?

Mm-hmm.

NYPD lost him.

Okay, I checked
the records

on unsolved murders
in Harlem from eight years ago.

The young man
who Cole killed,
I think this is him.

Reverend Hovis' son.

So where's Cole?

Where is he?

I don't know.

I'm going to ask you
one more time.

Where is Cole?

He came by.

I wish he hadn't.

Cole, what's going on?

The FBI was just here.

One of the boys
told me Orlando's
trying to hurt you.

I know.
I crossed him,

so now he wants
to kill me.

Should I call
the police?

No. Orlando doesn't matter.

Reverend, I came here today
because, um...

if something does
happen to me,

I need you to know
that, uh...

Know what, son?

Don't call me that, okay?

Okay, okay.
Calm down, Cole.

Believe me,
I've heard the worst

of what's
in men's souls.
Anything...

I killed your son.

What?

I shot Miles.

I'm the one
that killed him.

No.

Look, I came to his funeral

and I don't even know why.

But when I heard you
preach,

it just changed me.

After that,
I swore that I would try

and make up...
Make up?!

Make up?!

You think by
stitching up those
hoodlums makes up

for kill my boy?!

No, no, no, that's
not what I meant.

Get out of my face!
Get out!

Reverend, look,
I don't...

I don't expect
your forgiveness.

I got to catch a bus.

That's the address
of where I'll be.

Whatever you need to do.

That was it. He left.

I know I should have called you.

What was the address?

Some place in Tarrytown.

And nothing happened
after Cole left?

No.

Your Bible got knocked over.

Why didn't you pick it up?

Hmm?

You know, I've been going
to church my whole life,

and on a normal day

there isn't a holy man alive

who'd leave his Bible
on the floor.

Here,

take your Bible.
Take it.

Take it.

What did you do to Cole?

I gave Orlando the address.

How long ago was this?

About an hour ago.

All right, there's the bus.

He must have gotten in early.

And there's Cole and Orlando.

Let's go.

Get out of here.
Get out, get out, get out.

We were best
friends, man.

We were. Come on.

Drop the gun! FBI!

Everybody move clear!

Did you find Trevor?

Everybody's okay.

Orlando, put the weapon down.

No one needs to get hurt.

Come on, Orlando.

It doesn't have to go
down like this, cuz.

Drop the weapon, Orlando.

Blood out, cuz.

This is Agent Delgado.

I need an ambulance, please.
Now.

You're gonna be all right.

Is Tre... is Trevor okay?

Trevor's fine.

Don't talk. Shh.

I... I...

I... made by his form...
at his school, okay?

Cole, shh.

Tell him the money,
the money...

Trevor.

Are you excited about
your new school?

No.

Well, you should be.

This is a big
opportunity for you.

Did Cole give
this to you?

You wanna make him proud
of you, don't you?

Well, here's
your shot to do that,
so don't blow it.

Office. Cell.

Whatever you need,
you call me day or night.

Nobody makes it
alone, Trevor.

Nobody.

Hi.

Hi.

Ah.

He looks good.

You don't think so?

Yeah.

He will like that.

Thank you.

Hope you're happy.