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Come on. How's he doing?

Stay with me, Malachy.

Took the file.

Don't. Don't speak. Just rest. Don't.

[Mal] Rose

I love you.

Always.

Malachy?

Jake. Hurry!

A little help! A little help here!

Malachy?

He's gonna be okay. Alright?

That's more than I can say for the fella who did this to him.

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What are they saying?

Well, um. He's still in surgery.

And the only thing that they would tell me

is that the bullet is lodged

close to his heart.

Do you have any idea who could have done this?

I don't know.

I don't.

But, your father was working on a

case he wouldn't talk to me about.

You know your father never lies, But...

But what, Rose?

But, I saw him meet someone in the bar.

And I could just feel that there was something really wrong.

He was going on and on about some file

when he was in the back of the car.

Do you have any idea what he was talking about?

No.

Whoever it was.

Why would they wanna shoot Dad?

They want Malachy dead.

If that's the case, they might show up here

and try to finish the job.

How is he?

Well, he's still in surgery.

We don't know yet.

Look, Jake. I can't even begin to think what you're feeling

right now. Are you okay?

Well, we think that whoever did this

may have targeted Dad specifically

Can you do me a favor and get a

guard on his door twenty four seven, please.

Sure.

How's Poppy?

We'll know soon honey.

I can't believe this is happening. The last thing

I said to him is what do you plan on wearing today?

'Cause I didn't want our outfits to clash.

Okay. Everyone just relax.

Father's too stubborn to let

something like this take him down.

I'm gonna head back to the house.

And pick up a couple of things.

I'll come with you.

Des. Stay here and, you know, think about

coordinating his outfits for the rest of the week.

[Rose] Jake,

I know you're actually going to the office.

To the crime scene, right?

Just-- please be careful.

- I will. - There's an officer

outside the door already.

And I know the cops have combed the place.

Don't worry.

I know how to break into my own office.

He'll be okay.

What's this?

Where are the contents?

Just--

Take it easy.

Who are you? And what the hell are you doing here?

Go ahead. Take your shot like you did with Malachy.

What?

Malachy is my father. What are you doing here?

Renee Johnstone. Apologies for the--

Head Hunting.

First of all, shut up.

There's a bunch of cops at the bottom of the stairs.

Second of all-- Answer my question.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry about your father.

We worked a case together years ago.

I'm an insurance adjuster.

What does that have to do with my father's shooting?

I came to talk to Malachy.

The thief we put away twelve years ago?

He just got out of prison.

And he wants revenge.

[Hood] You want an armed officer over at the hospital?

Please. As soon as someone's available.

Where are we to with the shooter?

Malachy was shot at close range.

We're trying to narrow down the weapon.

Forensics have been all over the crime scene. Nothing.

Maybe he knew the killer, if the shooter got so close.

- Where to now? - Get Forensics back there.

If they didn't find anything the first time,

they're gonna have to try harder.

Copy that.

[Renee] T.L. Fleming's Spruce.

Estimated to be worth four million dollars.

This painting was stolen twelve years ago?

And never recovered.

Though Malachy and Rose caught the thief.

You think this guy Nash, he's the guy who shot my father.

He was released a week ago.

Since then, my apartment's been broken into

and my car's been shot up.

For what? Revenge?

Did you call the cops?

No.

Why not?

Maybe--

I hate to say this with your father shot...

Say what? What are you talking about?

My insurance company sent me here to talk to Malachy.

Since it's always been suspected

he may have been working with Nash.

You think that my father is a thief.

Are you out of your mind? Have you ever met Malachy Doyle?

I know. I never thought he was guilty.

But--

- But--? - All leads point to your dad.

All leads. What leads?

Mostly circumstantial.

Fingerprints and fibers that matched

your dad's were found at Nash's place.

I'm just giving you the facts of the case.

We need to find Nash. And get the truth out of him.

How?

I don't know.

But whoever shot my father wasn't just out for revenge.

They took the contents of this file.

Maybe he's using it to track down

everyone who's responsible for putting him in prison.

Maybe.

[muffled walkie talkie]

It's the cops. Let's go.

Watch your step.

How long has it been?

This is taking too much time.

I should go in. Maybe I can go in.

I can help. I can hold something, or something.

Des, just-- try and relax, okay.

He's gonna be fine. Just breathe.

I know, I'm breathing, I'm breathing b'y. It's just--

Malachy's like a father to me and--

I just wish I could do something. You know?

He's gonna be okay.

He's gonna be fine.

Trust me.

Thank you.

[Rose] Hey.

Hey.

Okay. He's stable.

But he's not out of danger yet. And...

He hasn't regained consciousness, but

the doctors are feeling really positive.

[ringing]

Hey Jake.

Anything?

Yeah, he's gonna make it.

Thank God.

Does the name Gilbert Nash ring a bell?

I know that name.

He might be our guy. Just check your phone.

I sent you a photo a few minutes ago.

Oh no. This is the guy Malachy met at the Duke.

Malachy met with Nash?

Who's this?

Rose, it's Renee Johnstone. I'm an insurance adjuster.

Oh yeah. Renee. I remember you.

The T.L. Fleming painting.

Do you remember any of the details about that old case?

Gosh, that was so long ago, I'm drawing a blank.

But you know, if I had my old case files from the office...

It's gonna be a bit of a problem.

Nash-- the guy convicted of stealing the painting?

He's got the file. I think it's the

one that Dad was going on about.

We're gonna have to rely on your memory.

No, wait.

Yeah. A week ago, Malachy had me create a

digital backup for some important file.

- I think this was the case. - This case?

If I can get into the office--

And I can get my tablet. Then I can get a digital backup

of this whole file.

That's not gonna happen. The cops are all over the place.

Look. Just leave that to me.

Okay, I got a few tricks up my sleeve.

And by a few, I mean one. But I think I can do it.

I'll go with him. Make sure he doesn't get into any trouble.

Okay be careful. Rose, take me off speaker will you?

[Rose] Sure.

Hey. Done. What's... What's going on?

Listen. Renee says that the insurance company

thinks that Dad might have been a part of the theft

of the missing painting.

That's ridiculous.

I know. I just wanted you to know.

In case it came down the pike. Listen, do me a favor.

Look after Dad for me, okay?

Always.

[Renee] The Spences--

The original owners of the painting.

Seems they've made a little more money

since the last time I saw them.

They didn't own this place before?

The Oceanview Executive Suites? No.

They operated a small B&B.

Cozy and all. But nothing close to this size.

They're obviously no one staying

here, with all these renos going on.

By the way, the wife's name is Tilda.

They still have their taste in art.

I gotta admit, it all looks the same to me.

This is actually some pretty high quality stuff.

Didn't take you for an art lover.

Well, you know what they say.

Don't judge a book

by it's... whatever.

[Tilda] Back off! I'm telling you.

Did Nash beat us here?

I said. You'll have your money by the end of next week.

Oh. Sorry. I had to cancel a conference booking.

Renovations.

- How can I-- - Wedding. Next summer.

Will the renos be done by then?

- Of course. - Perfect. Right honey?

Yeah. Best kind.

If you book now, the honeymoon suite is free.

You have to see it.

Try and stop us.

What's the security like around here?

Hmmm. Odd question.

No, no, we just want privacy for our wedding, that's all.

Well, my husband, Anthony and I manage the place.

It's pretty quiet.

Renovations. We just have to cut through here.

You know, we could look at this another time.

How stupid do you think I am?

Change your hair all you want, Renee Johnstone--

I'll still recognize you.

This is just great.

Oh man. It's the fuzz.

The policeman. Woman.

The officers of the law.

Did I offend you, or your people?

Okay. I'm just gonna ask them.

See if they'll let me in for a minute.

No, Tinny. No. You're a police officer.

You can't get tangled up in this.

If you're caught sneaking around a sealed off crime scene,

you could be suspended.

Or worse. But I need a digital

file to find Malachy's shooter.

- Des-- - Trust me.

I have a plan.

Good morning. You know.

I just wanna say-- You guys.

You're doing a heck of a job here.

And I want a lawyer.

Please.

Thank you. Thank you.

Come on hon, you gotta wake up soon.

I'm gonna head home and let you two have some space.

I could really use the company.

And I know for a fact, Malachy would

want one of his granddaughters with him.

I suppose I could stay.

But I really could use some air.

I'll be five. Do you want anything?

No. I'm good.

Still no guard outside there, huh?

No, not yet.

I'm really sorry you're dealing with this.

I am.

We're all dealing with it, Sloan.

He's gonna be just fine.

Go get some air.

And--

Know that we'll be here for you no matter what.

You need to pull it together, love.

We need you.

We all need you.

- Rose Doyle? - Who are you?

Look, I'm sorry. My name is Anthony Spence.

- Anthony Spence... - You remember me.

Give me some I.D.

Right now!

Remind me.

I had a painting stolen years ago.

- What's with the-- - With the knife?

Yes, the knife.

Look. I don't wanna hurt anyone.

It's really hard to believe that right now.

Whoever shot Malachy--

They're after me too.

You're late.

Well, it's nice to see you too Sloan.

No.

You're looking great. I guess it's true.

You're doing pretty good these days.

That's so cute, Luke.

Like, how you still believe everything you hear.

Look, I need some cash.

Don't we all?

Why do you need cash?

That's none of your business.

Okay, you make me come here. And then you treat me like crap.

Same old Sloan.

Okay, wait.

- A friend has a shipment. - Of...?

I tell you, and you're in fifty-fifty.

You provide the capital, and I do the deal.

The deal for what?

Okay, designer knock off crap.

We buy it. Get rid of it,

And we trickle the take-home.

You've grown up.

- How much do you need? - Thirty.

Thirty thousand?

I don't have that kind of cash.

I know you don't.

But your boss does.

So I need you to set up a meeting with Saul.

Okay. First off,

he's not my boss.

And secondly, it's Vic Saul.

And trust me.

You do not wanna owe Vic Saul anything.

You're such a wimp.

You're so scared.

Okay. I'll see what I can do.

But I guarantee you, he'll wanna meet with you.

The only way out is by talking to me.

You haven't changed in twelve years.

You're still a little bit touched!

Look. We're here to warn you about Gilbert Nash.

He's the guy who stole that painting all those years ago.

He's in prison.

[Renee] No. He's out.

He shot Malachy, and he's coming after us.

All of us.

All of us? Why would he come after me?

Revenge? I don't know. Maybe you can tell me.

[doorbell rings]

Stay here.

We gotta get the hell out of here.

[gunshot]

[Renee] That doesn't sound good.

We gotta find a way outta here.

Stand back,

[crash]

Want me to give you a boost?

Or you can go first.

Where's the painting?

You stole it, like,

a decade ago. How the hell should I know?

Lady, I spent a long time in jail.

And I spent every single minute of it, on the inside.

And I thought about what I'd do to you

and everyone who put me there.

So I'll ask you again.

Slowly this time.

Where is it?

Now what?

I don't have it. I swear.

Wait a few seconds.

When you see me, pull the fire alarm.

[Nash] If you don't have it, and the P.I. doesn't have it...

Then the question remains.

And guess what that is.

Okay. It could be--

[alarm rings]

[Nash] Renee.

Now I don't have to hunt you down.

I'm gonna do to you what you did to my father.

What are you talking about?

You shot Malachy Doyle.

Malachy? What are you crazy?

I didn't shoot him. I was working with him.

- What? - I didn't do anything to him.

- You're lying. - Stop. Or I'll shoot.

No, no, no. Don't. Don't!

Just don't--- Give me that.

Nash is the only one who could have shot your dad.

Yeah. Well, he seems to think that

Tilda's got the painting.

And until we get it back,

we'll never know who shot my father.

[Tinny] He's an idiot. It's my fault.

But it won't happen again. Okay?

Thank you.

I just had to cover three double shifts for him.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. There's too many,

you know, officers of the law up there.

How many is too many?

More than one. Less than nine. I don't know. Ow!

So that was your master plan?

No. My master plan was more of a bad idea.

And that's really obvious now. But, as they say,

hindsight is twenty twenty. So I'm gonna shut up now.

How are we gonna get Rose's old file?

Oh I got it. I shoulda told you that first. I realize that now.

But your tablet.

I made a copy.

Oh. Good.

Yeah. So you, uh, you think I'm hot now that I'm a criminal?

I mean, I know you're sworn to fight crime. Tinny--

[Jake] Why does Nash seem to think

that you have the painting?

How do I know.

I think you know a lot more than you're letting on.

Don't feel like talking?

Fine. We'll just leave you here

for Nash to come back and question.

I got a feeling next time he won't be so gentle.

Look at me. My father is in the hospital dying.

And I need to find out who put him there.

Okay, look. I can't prove it or anything.

But I've always thought that Anthony--

You think your husband...

Stole his own painting.

I don't know.

All I know is that he was acting very, very odd back then.

When the painting disappeared.

How odd?

I confronted him.

And ultimately, that's why we're getting a divorce.

That and the fact that he okay'd these

renovations that are putting us in debt.

Oh, yeah, and I supposed your charming

personality has nothing to do with the split.

Where's Anthony now?

He disappeared, over a week ago.

[beeping]

Are you sure about that?

Because I think I found your husband.

[Jake]Where's Nash?

I don't know. And honestly, I don't want to know.

That's why I came here.

I thought maybe we could work together.

Protect each other.

Well, if we had the painting, we might be able to stop all this.

If I had the painting, I would have

divorced Tilda a long time ago.

[Renee] What about the payout from the insurance company?

I seem to recall a pretty hefty settlement.

It's all long gone.

So, this has nothing to do with the painting?

- How did you...? - I took it off your wallet

when I was checking your I.D. What does it open?

Just my safety deposit box.

Barely anything in it, you know.

Birth certificates. Stuff like that.

Rose, why don't you hold on to this

until we know that we can trust this tool?

[Des] I got it.

The digital copy of Mal's old case file.

What's it say, Des?

Well the painting belonged to Tilda and Anthony Spence

but was never recovered. But the thief, Gilbert Nash--

Nash was offered a lighter sentence

if he revealed where he hid the painting.

But he didn't take it.

No. No, he refused. Even when the judge

threatened him with a tougher sentence.

Someone connected to all of this is the one who shot Dad.

[Renee] If Nash came after Tilda,

me, it doesn't take a genius to figure out who's next.

Me.

[Jake] Well, buddy.

If Nash is coming for you, great news.

You just became bait.

[Des]It doesn't make any sense.

In Malachy's file...

Forget it.

What is it?

It's just-- Nash was working with someone.

And nobody knows who.

What are you getting at?

It couldn't be Malachy, could it?

No.

I mean. Whoever it is, probably has the painting.

Yeah, see, but if that was the case,

wouldn't Nash go after that person first.

And Malachy was the first one who was shot.

Not if Nash didn't know who his partner was.

Like, what if he was hired by an

anonymous party to steal the painting?

That makes so much sense. Oh my God!

You know, your smartness somehow outweighs

your massive amounts of hotness.

Does that make you feel lopsided?

Just check and see if you can find Nash's phone records.

Okay.

He didn't own a phone.

So they must have used pay phones.

Probably to keep the cops off him.

But everyone else involved in the case had a phone.

Well, I can run their phones at the station.

See if anyone made calls to pay phones.

Yes b'y.

What if he's here already?

Listen.

We've got eyes all over the place.

All the entrances and exits, okay.

He's not here. So sit tight.

Are you sure he's gonna be here?

Nash is coming for you, alright?

He knows this is your favorite bar.

He's coming. Trust me.

What?

What are you smiling at?

You remind me of your father.

You have the same way about you

when it comes to tracking down a suspect.

Like a dog with a bone.

Okay. Sure.

He's gonna be okay.

And we're gonna find Nash.

Is that him?

What if he's here already?

Just calm down, okay? I'll handle this.

Not good enough, Doyle.

Great. Just--

call the cops if anything happens.

False alarm. Just a delivery guy.

[man]Spence?

- For me? - Yeah. It's for you.

Help me! Help!

- Put me out. - What?

- Come on! Put me out - You want me to put you out?

- Come on! - Tell me what you did

with the painting.

Nash!

[crack]

Explosive powder in the envelope.

I mean that's very, very impressive.

I'm gonna ask you one more time:

Did you shoot my father?

No. I'd never hurt him.

Are you the one that was spreading

that garbage around town

that he was working with you to steal that painting?

What? No. Malachy's a good man. He was helping me.

Helping you do what?

Find your anonymous partner? Or the painting.

When I heard he got shot,

I came to see him because I thought I was next.

I came after him and Tilda to find out the truth.

Call the cops.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

If he didn't shoot your dad, then who did?

Renee!

Son of a --

Rose?

Sloan?

Where's--

Jake and Tinny are out chasing down the bad guys.

- They're fine. - I, I...

Oh, oh. Take it easy there young man.

[Rose] Oh. Thank God.

I need to tell you something.

Nash--

The file.

No, we know dear. Nash shot you.

Okay? Just rest. Jake's about to catch--

Nash didn't shoot me. Renee did.

- Who? - Renee.

She got the file.

She wants the painting.

I'll call Jake.

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. I'm great.

Jake. He's awake. Mal's awake.

Thank God.

Listen, I think Renee is the shooter.

I know. She might be on her way there

right now.

Just get Dad out of there.

I'm gonna protect him. I promise you that.

We have to go now.

Renee's almost here.

No, no, no. Leave me. You both go. You're in danger.

Yeah. That's not on.

Just ignore him. It's the drugs talking. Come on.

We gotta get you outta here.

It's a good outfit for you. Very Hugh Hefner.

As you know, the similarities don't end there.

Guys hurry. Renee will be here any minute.

There's a man in the parking lot with a gun.

Come on.

Go through that door! Go. Go!

Rose!

There's nowhere to run.

Out of my way.

Where's the painting?

You've got a very charming way of trying to get information.

Really smooth.

I want that painting, Malachy. Be a good little

private investigator and find it for me.

Or else.

Let her go!

Rose.

Rose! Rose!

Malachy?

Malachy!

What are you working on there?

Oh, I'm just catching up on some emails.

You can't do that from the hospital?

You really shouldn't be at work during

a time like this.

I needed to clear my head.

Are you sure whatever it is your working on

has nothing to do with Gilbert Nash?

You're not in trouble.

Tilda Spence went on the record.

Nash tried to kill her.

We found him tied to the bar.

Do you have any idea how that happened?

Not really.

Well, I got more uniforms at the hospital.

And Jake's not telling me anything.

I just wanna help.

Think you can help me get the phone logs

from twelve years ago?

What? Why?

Nash had a partner

that helped him steal the Spences painting.

We gotta find out who.

This is Sergeant Bennet. I'm gonna need a few

things from the archives. Some old phone records.

You know, you're just a little too much

like your uncle, sometimes.

[Jake] You okay?

I'm just a bit freaked out

that Malachy's in the hospital

and that Renee missus kidnapped Rose.

But. I could be okay.

Don't worry. We'll get her back.

So what does Peewee Herman have on Renee?

Look, Renee is a ghost.

Okay. I got nothing.

The only way we're gonna be able to get Rose is--

We'll have to do an exchange for the painting.

How? Nash. We don't know anything about

Nash's partner. And he's not talking.

I know you told me to wait outside.

It's Renee.

Hello, where are you?

Put Malachy on the phone.

Well, that's not really possible.

He's kinda out of it right now, thanks to you.

You have two hours to find my painting.

After that, Rose will be joining your father in the hospital.

How am I supposed to do that?

Hello?

- We got two hours. - [phone beeping]

That's Tinny. She got a phone log of everyone involved

with the case. She got a name. Nash's partner.

Anthony Spence.

You're Nash's partner?

I, uh... I needed the money to buy the hotel but...

I didn't want to lose the painting. I loved it.

So you anonymously hired Nash

to rob your own painting from you.

I had him drop it in a spot for safekeeping.

I'd sell it. We'd split the money.

He collected the insurance money.

Nash went to jail.

Where is the painting now?

I locked it in the safe at the hotel.

With our pending divorce--

Tilda, she has control of it.

She changed the combination.

Does Tilda know the painting's in there?

No. It's hidden in a locked box in the safe.

I have the only key.

Had.

I'm guessing it's the same one the Rose took from you.

I'll get the lock box.

I'll figure out what I'm gonna do about the key later.

What about me?

I suggest you get outta here and get yourself a good lawyer.

Hi. I'm looking for a room.

[Tilda] I'm sorry.

We're closed for renovation.

I can check another hotel and see if they have space.

It's okay. I guess I'll just

wander around downtown until I find something.

Oh!

Damn.

- Cheap luggage. - No worries.

We'll get you packed up. And on your way soon.

There you go.

Okay.

Alright. Let's paint.

And by paint, I mean break into that safe.

- Just hurry up, will ya? - Okay. Alright.

This looks pretty solid Des, I don't know.

Yeah, don't worry, okay?

You know, I learned a lot in my time with the Master Plumber.

Come on!

I know. I'm coming, Hang on. Hang on.

Okay. Now. It's got an electronic lock.

So, if we can override the CPU.

Then we should be able to break in.

[beeping]

See?

That's pretty impressive.

Thanks.

This must be what Spence was talking about.

[Des] A safe inside a safe.

Maybe there's another safe inside--

Like one of those Russian nesting dolls.

I need you to run a check on all Tilda's financials for me.

Okay, why?

Just call it a hunch.

I'm gonna bring these back to Renee.

Okay. Cool.

Should I close the door? Maybe I should.

Yes. And wipe everything down for prints.

Over here.

It's about time.

I want that painting now.

Relax. Jake always comes through.

He takes after his father that way.

[Renee] Funny. I thought I asked

for a painting. Not a metal box.

Just relax. I need the key from Rose.

Open it.

And it's...

A roll of paper towels.

So now I have to shoot three Doyles today.

Or...

I'll shoot Rose!

Then you'll take me seriously, maybe?

No, no, no. Listen. You have our full attention.

Do you know I was demoted because I couldn't recover

the painting? I lost everything.

No promotions. No bonuses. No pension.

It took me years to get back to my old position.

You shot my father for your retirement fund?

Once Nash was out of prison, it was only a

matter of time before he found the painting.

Yeah, and then you wouldn't get your payday.

Shut up, Rose. I will shoot you.

Just--take it easy.

I can still get you the painting.

- You had your chance. - [ringing]

Just let me answer this call.

And I'll be able to get it for you.

It doesn't cost you anything to listen.

Answer, with the speaker.

Des, what do you got?

Hey, it's like you thought.

Tilda's bank records show that she

received a payment from an art collector--

two days ago. And it looks like a deposit.

Now, why else would she have that?

Tilda has the painting.

Let Rose go.

I'll go get it for you.

Untie her.

You okay?

I'm going with you.

We'll take my car.

[Jake] Is the honeymoon suite still available?

You shouldn't have sent your police friends home--

just because Nash was in custody.

You're gonna need to give Renee the painting.

Otherwise, I'm gonna end up with a bunch of new air holes.

And this whole place will be covered in my blood.

I told you. I don't know where it is.

You sure you didn't swap it out of the lock

box for a roll of paper towels, maybe.

The lock box? No. Anthony is the only one

with a key to it.

You jimmied the hinge. And you took out the painting.

If I had the painting,

don't you think I'd use it to get my hotel out of debt?

You're about to. I know you sold it to an art dealer.

You said she had it. If she sold it...

Relax. It was just a deposit. Wasn't it Tilda?

The painting's still here. Right where it's always been.

This is quite a collection of art you got going here.

Quite beautiful, actually.

Really nice frames.

Except for this one.

That's not the painting, Jake.

Maybe it isn't.

Let's find out, shall we?

I gotta say. It's pretty brazen to have it

here hiding in plain sight.

Finally.

Please don't let her take it. Please!

I need that to save the hotel!

Would you just please knock it off, alright?

Fine. Send me to jail. It's not like I'll be there long.

[Rose] Who says you're going to jail?

[Jake] Rose, what are you doing?

Did you really think you could just shoot my husband

and get away with it?

Save it. You're not a killer.

Would you shut up.

Rose. Give me the gun.

Malachy almost died.

If you shoot her, you'll go to jail for a very long time.

It might be worth it.

Okay, don't shoot, okay?

I didn't plan to kill him.

I couldn't risk him finding the painting,

But I didn't mean to shoot him.

I didn't plan on shooting you either.

- But now. - Rose.

I just wanted you to see what it felt like.

What it must have been like for him.

She was totally gonna shoot you.

- Hey. - Hey, there you are.

How are you?

I'm good.

I'm really, really good, actually.

'Cause if this whole thing made you, you know--

Scared to sleep alone.

What's this?

That is...

Are you asking me to move in with you?

Because it's a bit hard if you haven't move in yet.

No. That is a key to my trunk, where I keep a lot of my things.

So it's like a symbolic gesture.

But don't worry.

You're gonna get a real one,

As soon as I take possession.

That's really something, Des.

Now, having said that, do you think that maybe we should tell

Jake and Malachy about the fact that

we, you know, make out and stuff.

No? I'm thinking that's not the right time for that.

I'm thinking you're right.

Okay.

Do you know I almost shot that woman tonight?

If it wasn't for Jake, you know, I might have.

Well. I know you'd hold up well in jail. But--

I'm happy that you'll be here with me.

You think you'll sleep tonight?

Not if you keep leaning into the bullet wound.

Oh God! Sorry. Malachy!

Please tell me I didn't just walk in on

something extremely disgusting here.

Yes please.

Hey, why don't you and I go for a little walk.

Let these two fellas do whatever it is they need to do.

Lottie's?

Ha ha, no. The closest you're getting to a White Russian is

the coffee machine in the hallway

here at the hospital. Let's go.

You enjoying the vacation here, Skipper?

Some vacation.

The only drink I've had has been through the old I.V.

I've got a prescription for that.

A small one.

Sure.

Well, this has been... quite the ride.

How many times have you been shot?

- This is the first. - Wimp.

I've been shot at least twice.

I'm just smarter. This one caught me off guard.

Yeah, you are getting older and slowing down a lot. So...

But I'm sure glad you're okay.

Me too.

Things like this... kinda put

things into perspective.

Are you thinking of getting another job on your own?

That's a good idea.

I'm being serious here.

It's just that we people--

We tend to think about things

that we want, but we can't necessarily

have. And sometimes these things

were never actually there in the first place.

Why do I have the feeling

that this "thing"

has blonde hair and a badge. With a killer smile.

Maybe Leslie and I are just a thing of the past.

To the future.

Cheers.

So Luke. This must be Sloan.

Hi Sloan.

Hi.

Yeah. So I know it's a lot of money,

But you know me.

Yeah, I know you, Luke. But I've just met Sloan here.

And I'd like to speak with her a little, if that's okay with you.

Yeah. Of course. I mean--

You gotta do that.

Okay. So--Are you gonna give us the money or not?

This generation. Such impatience.

I was just hoping that we'd get it sometime this year.

Ha. Well you got gall, kid. I like that.

But what you're asking-- I don't usually deal with your type.

Two reasons.

One: You hardly ever pay me back.

- I'll pay you. - And two:

I hate punishing young girls for not paying me back.

But sometimes it has to be done.

And whenever it has to be done, we do it.

Make no mistake.

Reputation and all.

Compassion is bad for business.

But you're a smart kid. You understand all that, right?

Look. Maybe we should go.

Somebody talking to you?

Kent, were you talking to him?

See? Nobody.

Thirty thousand. That's a lotta cash.

What's it for?

I just need it.

Well Luke tells me you're trying to move some of that--

fake designer product.

I gotta tell you that's one big headache.

Easy enough to bring it in. But you gotta move it so fast.

[Sloan] Yeah. I know what I'm doing.

This isn't something to piss Mommy and Daddy off.

It'll work. Because I need it to.

I think we're dealing with a real professional here, Kent.

How about this?

You come work for me.

You'll earn it in no time.

Yeah. I'd rather just....

I'm joking.

See, I can be funny too.

Heh, heh, heh.

This is thirty thousand dollars.

With interest, in three weeks, you'll owe me forty thousand.

You good at math?

I'm pretty good.

You better be.