All language subtitles for FBI.Most.Wanted.S06E05

- You said.
- You said I could see him.

I know I did, Caleb.

So then why are you saying no?

I'm not.

Honey, I just want to understand

why now, after all this time?

Because I want to.

I shouldn't have to
explain that to you.

What's going on?

None of your business, Ray.

Oh, my God, you're such a liar!

- Caleb!
- Hey, watch your mouth.

What was that all about?

He wants to see his father.

Maybe you should let him.

There's a lot of fatherless
kids out there right now.

You're his father in all
the ways that matter, Ray.

Lou is his pen pal.

The only time we hear from him

is when he sends a
birthday or Christmas card.

Look, I get it, but he seemed
pretty cool when I met him.

You don't know him like I do.

Coughing up child
support doesn't make him

the father Caleb wants or needs.

Facts.

You have an opinion on this?

I do, but I'm not trying
to overstep my boundaries.

Just tell me what you think.

He's a 14-year-old kid.

You know, he's going through
a lot of changes right now.

All right? But he's smart,
and he's damn sure mature.

'Cause you made him that way.

Now you just...

you gotta trust him.

What if it's a disaster?

I mean, what if Lou says no?

And what if he doesn't?

Look, whatever you decide,

I'ma rock with you, all right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

We got this.

So you're really
going to hang it up?

And leave all this
glamour behind?

That's right, big brother.

Today's my last job.

Hell, I do this work for free.

I'm in it for the rush.

Just remember, play it cool.

The warehouse should be empty.

There's only two guards on duty.

How we looking, Chico?

Jammer's almost ready.

I'll knock out those cameras,
but once the Wi-Fi goes,

it'll trigger the silent alarm.

Yeah, we'll have three minutes.

On my mark.

Ready?

Mark.

Hitting the gate now.

I'm at the door.

Opening the door now.

- Setting charges.
- Mark 30.

Copy, 30.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Don't want to rush this part.

Fire in the hole.

Oh, baby!

Oh!

Oh, Nate, where the hell'd
you find this place?

Consider it my
parting gift to you.

- Chatter in the police band.
- They're scrambling cars.

Right on schedule.

- Yellow bags first.
- Yellow bags first.

Go, keep going. I got this.

Hey, pal!

Everything's insured, right?

No reason to die over
someone else's money.

Tell you what.

You give us 58 seconds,
we'll be out of your hair.

How does that sound?

No, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Damn it.

- You OK?
- I'm good.

- Yo, we gotta go, man.
- We gotta go, we gotta go!

Let's go. We gotta move.

Go, go, go, go.

The hell happened?

Mike went a little off book.

That security guard
almost killed Nate.

I was fine, you lunatic.

- Ain't no time to argue.
- Cops are almost here.

Wait for it.

Remy Scott, this
is Jimmy Givens,

bank robbery coordinator out
of the Atlanta field office.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

First things first,
where's the bank?

- You're looking at it.
- Agee Cash Logistics.

They pick up money from
commercial clients,

including the largest
banks in the U.S.,

then move that cash
in armored trucks

to facilities like this one.

- It looks like a warehouse.
- That's part of the appeal.

Banks hire third parties like
Agee to store their money

in nondescript, secure locations

just like this one
all over the U.S.

Ain't that secure.

- You like anybody for this?
- Nah.

Remy, this is Jodi Baldwin,
branch manager at Agee.

I don't know how this happened.

This branch has two
separate alarm systems,

4-inch thick steel walls,

motion-sensing
cameras, the works.

Any cameras catch the robbers?

Unfortunately, no.

They used this radio
frequency jammer,

which means that they knocked
out all cell signal and Wi-Fi

within a five-block radius.

That's what cut our
cameras and alerted police.

A lot more sophisticated
than the Dillinger Gang,

tell you that much.

So it looks like they
used linear-shaped charges

to cut through the vault door.

I'll have bomb squad test
the chemical composition,

see if we can source where
the explosives came from.

They didn't make it
out totally unscathed.

Have the lab run this
blood through CODIS.

They timed this
robbery perfectly.

In and out in under
three minutes.

We've had a handful of false
alarms over the last few weeks.

You think they were
testing the system?

Or police response
time, is my guess.

- This crew's well-organized.
- All this is pretty textbook.

Aside from killing that guard.

How big was their take?

About $1.2 million,
not that much.

This branch is
scheduled to shut down.

That might be one of the
reasons it was targeted.

Agee recently moved my team

and most of the
deposits stored here

to our North Carolina facility.

How much is usually kept
in one of these branches?

Over $100 million moves
through Charlotte each day.

That's a lot of cabbage, Jodi.

It's the new banking
mecca of the South.

They were running a
skeleton crew here.

I tried to warn them about it.

Now a man is dead.

Hana, see if you can ID

where those RF jammers
were purchased.

Pull files on all
the Agee employees.

Ray, Barnes, dig in
on those explosives.

Military bases, demolition
sites, contractors.

They probably stole them
to avoid a paper trail.

Locals just found where the
crew dumped their telecom van.

They swapped it
out for a green Kia

at an abandoned lot
about a mile from here.

We've got a partial plate.
BOLO's already gone wide.

Yeah, we'll track down the Kia.

Let's roll. Time is money.

All right, baby.

It'll be fine. I
gotta go. Talk to you.

Agents, Mr. Greeley
is expecting you.

- Yeah.
- Everything OK?

Uh, a little family drama.

Caleb wants to see his father
and Cora's not feeling it.

Why?

Well, she believes
that Lou is unreliable.

That if Caleb called him,
that he'd blow him off.

But he didn't.

He actually decided to hang out.

Being a stepdad is hard, man.

You got to navigate
that weird in-between.

He's a 14-year-old boy

who wants to hang
out with his father.

I'm not getting in
the way of that.

That's surprisingly
mature of you.

I have my moments.

Thank you.

Agents, Sally tells me

you're looking into that
break-in we had a while back.

Yeah, we're investigating a
robbery at Agee Cash Logistics.

The perpetrators blew the vault
doors clean off the hinges.

We tested the trace
chemical composition

of the explosives they used.

Came back consistent with RDX.

I was afraid you'd say that.

Someone made off with
about 12 yards' worth

of our largest shaped
charges two weeks back.

Could those explosives

cut through a steel
vault like that?

Load that size ought
to punch through four,

maybe five inches
of reinforced steel.

And you keep this stuff
just laying around?

I'll tell you what
I told the police.

We've never been robbed before.

I'm changing the locks.

I'm upgrading my
security system, too.

And what about your cameras?

Cameras, we've had
in place for years.

Caught those two turkeys who
broke in on our security feed.

Wish it was a clearer shot.

Local PD were unable to
identify either suspect.

It's nothing.

All right, thank you.

Can Nate even hold a gun?

Look, Mike said it was a
through and through, all right?

This is just phase one.

The real score is right
around the corner.

Better be.

Nah, look.

Get what we need, and keep
your eyes open, all right?

I'm going shopping.

No worries, we'll have it
filled by the end of the day.

It'll be here when you get here.

Bye.

Get in! Head down.

Get down!

All right.

How's your shoulder?

It's fine, it's fine.

Just ready for all
this to be over.

You know, uh, maybe
now's not the right time

to call it quits.

There's going to be a lot of
heat on us after that job.

Yeah, whose fault is that, Mike?

The clock was running.

Oh, yeah? I thought you
were worried about me.

I ain't going back to prison.

Then don't be stupid.

Look, I want off
this ride, Mike.

Preferably before
the music stops.

And stunts like shooting
a security guard

is going to get us all
pinched if we're not careful.

You know, Nate,

this life we lead,

it chooses you as
much as you choose it,

and there's no walking away.

Told you we needed
to ditch that ride.

- Engine's still pinging.
- They got to be close by.

Where the hell are they?

One of their guys
was injured, right?

Yeah.

You two secure the
car, OK? We'll be back.

Quick, grab the funny money.

No, not that one. The
bag with the yellow tape.

You see anybody suspicious
come through here?

No.

Remy!

Hey, he's headed out back!

FBI!

Move, move, move, move, move!

- Hang tight.
- We'll be back, OK?

OK.

Hey, amigo.

Felicidades.

Come on, come on!

- Hey!
- Hey, stop there!

Stop!

Put it down. Put it down!

Put it down.

Hey!

- Hey, leave that there.
- Leave that there!

Did you see which way they went?

No.

- Leave it where you found it!
- Grab it, go!

Locals rounded up most of
the robbery crew's decoys,

but there's still a
few left in the wind.

Well, the money should
be easily recovered.

All of it is consecutive
bills from the Fed,

- another Agee client.
- Yeah.

Which is worthless
to our fugitives.

These pricks are good.

So the pharmacist confirmed

the two guys who
robbed the drugstore

look a lot like our unsubs
who boosted the explosives.

What'd they take?

Not much. A little
morphine, some antibiotics.

Basic triage for
a gunshot wound.

What about
the rest of this crew?

Are we any closer to
IDing any of them?

We've got a familial hit from
the CODIS offender index.

Now, that bloodstain
left in the vault

was a 25% match to Ronald Perry.

He's an inmate at the
federal lockup in Atlanta.

Now, Ronnie's got a
jacket a mile long,

but his specialty
is bank robberies.

- 25%.
- Does Ronnie have any grandkids?

No. He has two nephews,
Mike and Nate Perry.

Mike served time for assault
with a deadly weapon.

He was released last year
and dropped off the grid.

Nate has no criminal history,
but he has a spotty tax record

attached to an apartment
in the Old Fourth Ward.

If Agee was one and done,

these guys would have
divvied up the money by now

and pulled a Houdini.

You don't think they're done?

Not even close.

You three go check
out Nate's apartment.

Ray and I are going to go pay
Uncle Ronnie a little visit.

Why the hell would I help
you jam up my own family?

You're looking at a
25-year bid, Ronnie.

You help us out, I can
request a downward departure,

shave a few years off.

25 years is a mighty long time.

Did the boys really kill
somebody at that Agee heist?

A security guard.

He had a two-year-old daughter.

I'm guessing leaving dead bodies

is something that you would
have taught them to avoid.

Damn right.

Look, I shouldn't even
be talking to you,

but I'm worried my nephews
might be over their skis here.

I took the boys in
after my sister passed,

when Mike and Nate
were just teenagers.

Those two are like sons to me.

So you taught them
the family business.

Yeah.

I taught them everything I know.

We're concerned that Agee
might be their first target

in a crime spree.

Who's in charge here?

Mike's always been a
bit of a wild child.

Loves the thrill as
much as the score.

But Nate's the brains
of the operation.

He was such a smart, sweet kid.

I tried to convince him to go
to college, live a normal life.

Then Mike roped him in.

A few weeks back, Nate
told me he met some girl,

said he was planning on
running off with her.

Best guess?

This was Nate's plan, but
Mike's cracking the whip.

Nate gave me a new cell number

just in case he had to
leave town real quick.

Put it in there.

U.S. attorney's office
will be in touch.

Let's go find Nate's cell.

If he thinks it's still secret,

he might be dumb
enough to use it.

I almost want to feel
sorry for the guy.

He was only teaching
him what he knew.

Are you kidding?

He just sold his nephews out
for a haircut on his sentence.

Uncle Ronnie's looking
out for numero uno.

Clear.

All clear.

Yeah, there's not much
to search through.

This place looks like
one of those model units.

Maybe Nate hates clutter
just as much as you do.

If it doesn't spark
joy, let it go.

I've got a stack of
prepaid SIM cards here.

Maybe he's planning on running.

Well, if that's the case,

I don't think he's
going about it alone.

He bought this multi-carat
ring for somebody special.

We think Nate's planning
a permanent honeymoon.

But where to?

Venezuela, Cuba.

Nate just qualified for
his private pilot license,

and those are the closest
non-extradition countries.

- Whoa, easy!
- Go, go, go!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Stop right there.

Stop right there.

Uh-huh. I'll take that.

Get in. Get in!

We got the sprinter van.

All right, I'll see you soon.

Drive.

- OK, just slow down.
- Tell me exactly what happened.

Uh, the guy, he yanked
me out of the van,

then he pistol-whipped me.

That is the last
thing I remember.

The attendant saw everything

through the security
cams and called the cops.

The crew loaded up in the
back of an Agee sprinter van

and forced the
driver to head east.

Can we track their location?

- Not without this.
- So I checked.

Nate only powered his
phone on for a second.

He made one outgoing call
to a Mecklenburg County,

then he immediately
shut it down.

What were you guys
carrying in the van?

- That's the weird part.
- The van was empty.

We had just dropped off
a large cache of jewelry

at a trade show in Chattanooga.

We were headed back to
Agee when we got the call.

What call?

Some robbery down in Atlanta.

Corporate had us divert to
the next closest branch.

And where's that?

Charlotte.

We were less
than an hour from home.

OK, so any security
breach triggers Agee

to reroute traffic and all
security deposits to Charlotte?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Standard protocol.

That must be why they
hit Atlanta first.

Thanks.

To fatten up the score

and gain access to the
mother lode in Charlotte.

Yeah, they weren't
robbing the sprinter van.

They're using it like a
Trojan horse to get inside.

- We got to head to Charlotte.
- I'll let Remy know.

All clear.

You're good.

Thanks. Have a good day.

Thought there were two
of you on this rig.

After we got rerouted, my
bagman begged off in Atlanta.

Gotta get some R&R when
you can at this company.

Hey, man, we've got
an issue back here.

Your seal is cracked.

Hey, mister...

Hold it.

No sudden movements.

How we doing today?

Come on.

We're 15 minutes behind Nina.

Locals are scrambling
to Agee now.

Tell them to lay back.

They can stop anybody
from coming or going,

but do not approach until
our team arrives on scene.

All right, copy that.

See if you can
reach Jodi Baldwin.

- The Agee branch manager?
- Exactly.

According to her, there's
at least $100 million

sitting in that facility.

That was probably that
crew's target all along.

What do you mean?

The Charlotte branch would
know their regular drivers.

If the vans from Atlanta got
rerouted because of a breach,

the Perry brothers
could hijack one

and sail through
security in Charlotte.

Agent Scott, is that you?

We have reason to
believe that the crew

that hit the Atlanta branch

is en route to rob
Charlotte as we speak.

- Where are you now?
- I'm at the facility.

Are you safe? Is anything
out of the ordinary?

No, uh, nothing yet.

I can lock us down
until you arrive.

I think that's your best bet.

We'll send units to your
location, Ms. Baldwin.

OK, thank you both.

And please hurry.

Good girl.

- Hey, take it easy.
- Shut up and move.

Get your hands off me!

You ain't in charge, bitch.

- Hey, whoa.
- That's enough.

You ain't in charge
either, short stack.

- Guys, guys!
- Will you two knock it off?

If we don't work together,
we all go to jail.

Come on.

- Did you get all the cameras?
- It's the last one.

Good. Kill it.

Let's go. Get the guards.

Put them in the storage
room by the truck.

All right, let's go.

Everybody up.

- Let's go!
- Up!

- Let's go! Let's go!
- Get up.

- All right.
- Go!

OK.

We're pulling into the
Charlotte branch now.

Any sign of the Perry brothers?

No visual on our crew or
the missing sprinter van.

Yeah, the building
looks pretty quiet.

Wait, what's that?

Remy, we got one rogue
county police officer

outside the building.

Get Barney Fife
out of there now.

Just received an alert

about a potential
robbery at this location.

Uh, we haven't had any alarms.

Mind if I take a quick
look around the place?

Sure, be my guest.

- Officer, it's the FBI.
- Step away from the door.

Come on, buddy.

You don't want to
spook the Feds.

Hey, he's talking to somebody.

Put your hands up and
approach the vehicle!

Seriously, they're looking
for some big-time bank robber.

Both of you put
your hands up now!

Take cover!

- Last load.
- Grab what you can and let's go.

All right, so the good news is
we've got the place surrounded.

Bad news is, is
Agee's security system

is making it
impossible to breach.

We got eyes inside yet?

The crew have systematically
been hitting the security cams

with spray paint.

Now, this is the last
we have of them on tape.

Now, this ran for
another 20 seconds

and then was hit
with spray paint.

Dissension in the ranks.

So I just got off the
phone to Agee corporate.

They said on the weekend,

there's only four
guards on duty.

Who were all taken hostage.

That's pretty lax
for $100 million.

Technically, it's
not Agee's money.

- All right.
- I knocked out their phones.

We're jamming all incoming
and outgoing traffic?

Only voice they'll
hear is yours.

This is Special
Agent Remy Scott.

I'd like to talk to
Mike Perry, please.

This is Mike, Agent Scott.

I had a very
enlightening conversation

with your Uncle Ronnie earlier.

How is the old bastard?

He was in a very
chatty mood, Mike,

I got to tell you.

He told us all about
Nate's new burner phone.

- Dude, what the hell?
- Screwed the whole deal.

Just calm down.

Wish he hadn't done that.

Another 15, you never would
have heard from us again.

Who is "us," by the way?

By my count, you've got
two additional accomplices

and around seven
hostages inside.

That sound about right?

Very good.

The hostages are doing
fine, by the way.

Keeping them safe
now is up to you.

And how am I going
to do that, Mike?

You could start by
pulling your men back

from the building.

Uh, please, Agent
Scott, do what they say.

All right, everybody back up.

Let's get SWAT away
from the building.

Replay that video.

What are you thinking?

Something wrong
with this picture.

Why does Nate stop Mike
from smacking Jodi around?

Maybe chivalry isn't dead.

Maybe.

Jodi live nearby?

An apartment a mile from here.

Take Hana and haul ass.

Jodi might be a
partner in crime.

- OK, thanks.
- We'll be in touch.

So apparently Jodi
wasn't transferred

to the Charlotte facility.

She was demoted from branch
manager to weekend supervisor.

They tried to offer her
a severance package,

but she turned that down.

So Jodi knew she was
about to be fired?

Apparently she was
a squeaky wheel,

always filing reports
on security risks,

which Agee largely ignored.

Well, sometimes those risks
turn into opportunities.

OK, what's this?

Suitcase? Where's she going?

Six nights at a villa
in Turks and Caicos

for Jodi and Nate Baldwin.

Jodi must be who
Nate's going away with.

- Remy was right.
- She's not a hostage.

She's their inside man.

- Remy, Jodi's in on it.
- She's working with them.

I knew there was something
about her I didn't like.

Stay close to your phone.

It's time to rattle
this crew's cage.

Get Mike Perry on the horn.

Alert SWAT to breach
on my command.

- Copy.
- There you go.

Just the man I
wanted to speak with.

Listen, Mike.

It's time to start showing

a little good faith around here,

or I'm going to be forced
to escalate the situation.

What's good for the
goose, Agent Scott.

We've been working up a list
of demands on our end as well.

What can we do to show
you we mean business?

You can start by
releasing a hostage.

All right.

We'll send out Baldwin,
the female supervisor.

That's not going to work, Mike.

We need a hostage. A real one.

Not the woman who helped you
plan the whole operation.

Mike?

You there, hombre?

They know about Jodi, Mike.

- What do we do?
- Shut up. Just let me think.

Told you I wasn't
a good actress.

- Shh. You sold it.
- You did.

Obviously not.

Did you kill all the
security cameras?

I did my job.

Well, how'd they figure it out?

'Cause you're screwing
Nate, you dumb bitch.

- Don't talk to her like that.
- Or what?

I told you not to bring
your girlfriend along.

It was a stupid idea.

Without Jodi, there would
be no score, you idiot.

This whole job was her play.

Well, maybe we should
just send her out.

Maybe this is your fault, Mike!

If you hadn't gotten
trigger-happy in Atlanta,

the FBI wouldn't even be here!

The whole plan turned

on the cops believing
Jodi was our hostage!

- Well, it's a stupid plan!
- No, you're stupid!

You are, and you
always have been!

And if it wasn't for you,
we'd be home free right now.

If it wasn't for you,

Jodi and I would be halfway
to Turks and Caicos.

- Wait a second.
- Nate, where's your plane?

Private airstrip ten
minutes away. Why?

Is it ready to fly?

I gassed it up like
you told me to.

Maybe it is our best shot.

It's a single-engine plane.

There's only room enough
for four passengers.

Oh, my God!

Four-way split?

OK, then.

- Agent Scott.
- What the hell was that, Mike?

- Nothing.
- Just a warning shot.

- Didn't sound like nothing.
- Everything's fine.

We're sending out
the hostages now.

What's happening, Remy?

He's sending out the hostages.

Hold your fire. They're
sending out the hostages.

- Copy.
- Copy that.

- I count six.
- No sign of Jodi.

No surprise.

I smell a rat.

What do you want to do?

- Move, move, move!
- Get out of the way!

- Move it!
- Move!

- Get out of the way!
- Go!

- Move!
- Get out! Get out of the way!

- Come on, let's go!
- Get in the car!

Go, go, go!

Don't lose them.

They can't outrun us
in an armored truck.

You think you could
run them off the road?

Not really. I mean, they may
as well be driving a tank.

It weighs around 15,000 pounds.

I think I know where
they're headed.

I found Nate's flight
school records.

He's been flying out
of a private airstrip

that's six miles away from here.

I can't wait to arrest
these sons of bitches.

Look out!

That way! Go!

Hang on.

- Come on.
- Open the cargo door.

- Get the money in.
- Mike, this is insane.

They're right behind us.

- Then you have to hurry.
- Load the damn plane, Nate!

Go, go, go, go, go!

- FBI!
- Drop your weapon!

What the hell are you doing?

I told you, I ain't
going back to prison!

- There's nowhere to go, Mike!
- Look!

Nate, I'm scared.

Just stay with me.

All I wanted to do was
screw Agee out of some money

and run away with
you, that's it.

Would you two just shut up!

- You all right?
- Yeah, I think so.

Are you hit?

Where is it? Where
are you shot?

Nate, Nate, it's not
my blood, it's yours.

End of the line, Mike!

What do you say
we stop all this?

Before someone else gets killed?

Guess that's a no to
coming out peaceful.

You want to wait for SWAT?

Hell no.

Maybe we don't need the
entire crew to surrender.

All we need is one.

You want to put the
brothers against each other?

Every family has their baggage.

Sounds like these two
have more than most.

Nate, Agent Scott here!

Only talking to you, son.

Don't listen to that noise.

Uncle Ronnie says
you were a sweet kid.

Too smart to follow
in his footsteps.

Until your psychopathic
brother came along

and roped you into
the family business.

- He's playing you, Nate.
- He's playing us.

Your brother's right.

I'm not going back
to prison either.

No!

Male target down.

How many more people
have to die, Nate?

Your idiot brother's going
to get your fiancée killed!

You'll regret it for
the rest of your life!

Tell them I made you do it.

- What?
- All of it.

You'll get a lighter
prison sentence

if you tell them Mike
and I held you hostage.

No. No!

Wayne and Chico are dead.

It'll be our word against his.

- No.
- It's the only way.

I love you.

I love you, too.

It's over, Mike.

Oh, like hell it is.

You want me to move in closer?

- No, no.
- Let them talk it out.

Come on now.

Think this through,
little brother.

For once in my life, I am.

And this time, I'm doing
what's best for me.

We're a team.

Hell, we're family.

Do you remember what you said?

About the life we lead?

You don't get to just
walk away from it.

You would do this
to your own brother?

Put the gun down, Mike.

Please.

It's over, OK?

We're coming out.

- Put your hands in the air!
- Get 'em up!

Drop your weapon! Drop it!

- On the ground, now!
- Get down on the ground!

Spread 'em! Face down!

- Get those hands down!
- Spread 'em!

- Give me your hands.
- Give me your hands.

If you'd given me more notice,

I would have had
him ready by now.

Hey, what up, Lou?

Ray.

Dad!

Hey, little man.

Look at you.

Those the Air
Jordans I sent you?

Yeah.

Good, man, 'cause we going
to see DJ WeetWeet tonight.

Damn, really?

Caleb, language.

You like DJ WeetWeet?

I'm not sure I know who he is.

- Her.
- Yeah, she about to pop off.

Now, one of my clients is
spinning at Hypno-T tonight,

and I'm thinking maybe I
can get Caleb backstage

- for a little meet and greet.
- Seriously?

- Yeah.
- Hold on a second.

Hypno-T is a... it's a club.

Yeah, so?

What do you mean, yeah, so?

He's 14 years old.

He don't need to
be up in the club.

Does make it nearly impossible

for me to order a Hennessy.

Do I look like I'm joking?

No, you don't.

Look, we'll be in
the underage section.

Is this what it's like
being married to a cop?

- It's OK.
- Caleb knows how to behave.

Yeah, Ray. It's cool.

Just have him home
before midnight.

Not a problem.

Let's go, little man.

- All right. Have fun.
- See you.

You sure about this?

What am I going to
do, tell him he can't go?

Yeah, maybe.

Ray, you said whatever I
decided, you'd support me.

Look, I know I did, all right?

I just...

Look, some things
happened at work today

that makes me believe
that, you know,

family is not always
the best influence.

It's just a concert.

OK, look.

I don't know who DJ
WeetWeet is either,

but I'm sure it'll be fine.

Mm-hmm.

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm setting my
alarm for 11:45.

Ray, please don't be mad.

- I'm not mad.
- Look, I trust you.

I trust Caleb.

I don't trust him.

OK.

Well, I'm going to
have some wine then.

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