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Since 1970,

the federal witness protection program

has relocated thousands of witnesses

to neighborhoods all across the country-:

Some criminal, some not.

Every one of these individuals

shares a unique attribute, distinguishing them

from the rest of the general population.

And that is, somebody wants them dead.

I'm a cop, jerk.

Pissin' me off!

You hear me?

No, I'm clean, man. I'm clean.

Shut up.

Jesus, Kenny.

How is it you live in this neighborhood

your whole life

and don't know this alley's fenced off?

I mean, I ain't even holdin', man.

Yeah, right.

Pick 'em up.

Put 'em in your pocket.

Come on, man. Why you doing this?

Do it now, or so help me

I'll shoot you in the face.

Now you tell me who killed that little girl

or I take you in.

If I'm not mistaken, you're looking

at a third strike, am I right?

Come on, man.

If I talk, I'm a dead man.

You know how it goes.

There you are. Lost ya.

Since when are you so slow?

Since I found out you're a rat.

Your friends in the FBI shoulda warned you, Robbie-boy.

This is what happens to rats in Chicago.

Oh, jeez.

This is w.C.P.P. Chicago.

The grand jury handed down 19 indictments

in a massive police corruption scandal today.

Wounded hero detective and whistle-blower

Robert patrone arrived in court this morning

under the protection of U.S. marshals.

So what do you think?

I think you've picked

the perfect time to buy a house.

No, I mean what do you think about the house itself?

Oh, nice bones.

Can't say I'm wild about the decor.

Hey, where's the washer-dryer guy?

Gone. He finished.

Did you see the backyard? Did you check out the pool?

I did indeed. Very swinging 70s.

You're, like, a grown-up now.

You think I've made a terrible mistake.

No, I don't. Why would you say that?

Because I do.

I've made a terrible mistake.

I know I have.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I'm not homeowner material.

Sure you are.

You're just having a little buyer's remorse.

You think? Absolutely.

Okay.

Anyway, I've got three bedrooms.

Check this out.

One is my bedroom.

One is my office.

And the other one is I have no idea.

How great is that?

I have an entire room with no defined purpose.

I could fill it with cornflakes if I wanted.

Not sure this neighborhood is zoned for cornflakes,

but an intriguing notion nonetheless.

Okay, then sand. I could fill it with sand.

Better yet, bullets.

You can never have too many bullets.

That's my bullet room.

I have a bullet room.

Well, as long as it's something practical.

Oh, I brought you coffee and a bagel.

You suck.

Excuse me?

Oh, still with the juice fast?

Aren't you crabby enough

without adding spirulina to the mix?

Bite me, I'm trying to do

something healthy for a change.

Why? Why?

How 'bout because being healthy

is better than not being healthy?

Doesn't suit you. Seems oddly out of character.

Kind of unsettling.

Did you ever stop to think

that what's in character for me

isn't working for me?

I'm 35-ish.

I don't have a boyfriend. I live by myself.

I go to work, come home, go to work.

Is it so beyond the realm of reason

that I might want

just a little bit more for my life,

or is that just too much for you to wrap

your little pea-brain around?

I gotta believe this is the spirulina talking.

I swear I'm about to shove that bagel up your--

Anybody home?

Hello? Sweet pea?

No, no, no. God no.

What? Who is it?

Please. What, who is it?

Sweet pea?

You have to hide me and then pretend

this is your house.

Hide you from whom?

Oh, hello.

Surprise!

Oh, wow.

I drove all the way from paramus

to help you get settled in your new house.

Oh, thanks, mom. Thanks.

Oh, sweetheart.

Which room should I put my stuff in?

"Item 42--

"financial obligations.

"Entry in witness protection

does not absolve you from past debt."

I don't have any debt.

Lucky you.

"Item 43--

"linking social security and other retirement accounts,

"such as iras, 401s, and pensions,

to your new identity."

Yeah, good luck digging my pension

out of Chicago P.D.

Is there anything in what we just covered

you don't understand?

Yeah, I'm a little unclear

why you're drinking that swill.

I'm a little unclear why you think

it's any of your business.

Come on.

Time to see your new home.

I can't wait to see what kind of castle on the hill

60 bucks a day gets you in Albuquerque.

You should stop thinking

whatever it is you're thinking.

Oh, come on, man.

You mean to tell me

you have a partner that looks like that

and you still get pissy when guys check her out?

Maybe you're the one that needs to stop thinking

what you're thinking.

Hey, let's go. Marshall, you coming?

I have work to do.

Suit yourself. Come on, eps.

You're gonna make yourself crazy.

Well, I've stayed in worse.

Hell, I grew up in worse.

You're paid up for six months.

After that, you should be supporting yourself

or have a damn good reason why not.

Yeah.

Aren't you going home?

Nope.

I don't get it.

So what if your mom showed up unannounced.

She just wanted to surprise you.

There are two kinds of surprises, Marshall--

birthday and Pearl harbor.

Guess which category the mom surprise falls under.

It doesn't matter.

I hate 'em both.

Well, you can't stay here forever.

No, I can't.

But I think I can do a week.

I bet if I don't show up for a week

she'll run out of food and booze, and leave.

Oh, god.

Why won't she stop calling me?

Maybe because you left her home alone

in a house full of unpacked boxes 12 hours ago.

Good god, I'm so hungry.

Okay, good night.

Night.

Leave me alone!

What?

What do you want from me?

Uh, I was hoping you could come get me.

Who is this?

Who's this?

Did I dial 442-31--

eps?

Yeah.

Mary, so listen, I hopped a bus.

Actually it was more like nine busses,

you know, just to explore like you suggested.

Good for you.

Yeah, except the guy at the place I'm at

says the bus stopped running around 9:00.

You mind coming to get me?

Yeah, sorry, I'm not a taxi service.

Come on. I'm, like, totally lost.

Cops don't get lost.

I'm not a cop anymore.

And this doesn't look like the greatest neighborhood.

Honestly, I'm a little bit frightened.

Yeah, I'm sure you're terrified.

All right, give me an address.

I don't know what happened.

They just brought two dinners.

You gotta try this Chilean bass though.

You know, it's safe to eat again.

Hmm.

Here's the deal, eps.

I can only imagine what kind of b-movie fantasy

you conjured up

about how this was gonna play out.

But to save you from future humiliation,

you should know a couple of things.

One, wasting my time is a big mistake.

Two, arrogant assholes

who think they can get in my pants

using lame, romantic cliches

make me want to puke.

Now pay your bill and let's go.

Thanks.

I'm...sorry...

About the ridiculous come-on.

I, uh--

I don't know.

You know, in Chicago that woulda worked.

I think maybe I'm one of those people

you need to see in context to get.

And you were completely right

about the b-movie fantasy.

Except in my version,

it ends with me getting loaded with all my old buddies,

the ones I ratted out,

tellin' them all about the hot WITSEC inspector

I nailed in Albuquerque.

Why'd you do it?

You want the complicated answer

or the truth?

I don't know, surprise me.

I was afraid to go to jail.

Is that the complicated answer

or the truth?

That's the truth.

And...

It's complicated.

The FBI had a ton of evidence.

If I hadn't taken the deal, someone else would have.

And I'd be the one in prison.

But I know a few of those guys

woulda told the feds to go screw themselves.

Which leads me to believe

that I just didn't have the balls

to stand up with my friends

and say, "we did what we had to do."

Which was what?

Which was putting away murderers.

And rapists.

And junkies who were pimping their kids

for a fix by any means necessary.

And for that part of it, I have no regrets.

So what, you planted evidence,

gave false testimony?

Yeah.

Look, I don't expect you to understand.

I'm sure you always play by the book.

It just gets--

it just gets frustrating after awhile.

You know, all those rules

that are supposed to protect us,

they just get between us and the things we want most.

It's kinda hard for me to take you seriously

with that tinfoil bird in your lap.

as soon as we've finished,

I am gonna eat that entire swan.

Okay.

I might have to live here.

Every day we make hundreds,

maybe thousands of choices.

Most of them innocuous, either-or kind of decisions

like, "should I turn right or left?"

Others require a bit more thought,

like, "should I order the bacon-cheeseburger,

"which I love,

"or some low-fat and even less-flavor salad

"which I know is better for me

but will ultimately leave me unsatisfied?"

And then there are those really tough choices,

hey, squish.

Hey.

Like, "should I sleep with someone

"just because I'm isolated

"and yearn so deeply for any kind of human contact

that my skin actually aches?"

So, um...

About yesterday.

I'm not sleeping with Raph.

And now we're not even friends anymore.

So you can stop worrying about it.

I'm not worried about it.

And I don't want you to stop being friends.

But I don't want to compete with you

for his attentioneither.

I know.

I know, and you shouldn't have to.

I just--

I understand.

You don't have any other friends here.

Look, awhile ago you asked me

to help you find some direction in your life.

I want to apologize

for not following through with that.

Well, it's no big deal.

It is.

It's a really big deal.

So how 'bout, um,

after work we get some dinner and talk about it?

Yeah, okay.

Good.

And in the meantime,

it's fine with me if you hang out with Raph.

The slain officer,

Stephen Ramirez,

was shot to death

near his northeast heights precinct.

Police sources tell us

before joining Albuquerque P.D.,

he served with distinction

on Chicago's narcotics division.

Ramirez leaves behind his wife of 12 years,

Elizabeth, and two children,

Zach, age six, and Max, age three.

Funeral services are planned--

Hey, it's eps. Leave a message.

Hey, it's Mary Shepherd.

I need you to call me as soon as you get this.

It's important.

Eps, it's Mary again.

Where the hell are you?

Call me.

Hey, what's going on?

Anyone know anything about the shooting?

Not much. He was off duty.

Got shot four times

up close down on central.

Never drew his weapon.

Could have been someone he knew.

Cops make lots of enemies.

Yeah, maybe he ran into someone he knew

from Chicago.

What's with the looks?

He's pointing a not-so-subtle finger

at my witness, Robert eps.

I'm not pointing anything at anyone.

But it wouldn't be the first cop he killed.

Yeah, well, I'm already into it.

And screw you.

He took one in the back,

then shot that cop in self-defense,

and you know that.

What are you doing?

Nothing, just considering all possibilities.

Maybe he shot this cop in self-defense too.

All right, that's enough.

We're all on the same team here.

Mary, talk to your witness.

Find out where he was last night.

Listen,

chico,

whatever might have happened between us

didn't, wouldn't, and never will.

And the fact is,

we're friends.

And I don't have many friends.

Actually, I don't have any friends

except for your sorry ass.

So until I find someone better,

you don't get to just decide

what we're not hanging out anymore.

Okay, you just don't.

Too bad. Sorry.

So shut up about it.

How do you have keys to my place?

It's Mary's.

Oh, and by the way, um,

she said that it was okay for us to, you know.

Huh?

No, not that "you know,"

you know.

Brandi, we are friends,

and I don't want to lose that.

But you have to admit that between us

there's this kind of attraction.

Oh, please.

Okay, so what?

Nothing's gonna happen.

Even if I wanted to,

which just the thought of it makes me throw up a little bit.

Ugh.

Okay, you would never cheat on Mary.

Never, ever in a million, billion years.

You're such a boy scout.

You're, like, the most honest,

decent, trustworthy guy--

I slept with Judy.

Fat Judy?

Your physical therapist?

Well, I wouldn't call her fat.

Ow.

Why don't you go hustle your flabby ass downstairs

and bring me back the goddamn ballistics report

I asked for in the first place?

Rox, you can't abuse the civilian volunteers.

They work for free.

And yet, we're still paying him too much.

We all want the same thing, Roxanne.

Yeah, a donut that won't go straight to my ass.

Oh, you gotta love her, right?

Partner's the one who got killed.

Oh.

Just wanted to say we're all thinking about you.

If there's anything we can do on our side.

Thanks. It's appreciated.

How's it going?

Got any suspects? Anyone see anything?

What?

I'll tell you what, you're--

you're one of those players

who doesn't show up to the track

unless they have a horse in the race.

I'm just looking to help.

All right. Bobby--

tell me what you know about this.

And don't give me any of that

"I can't talk about it" bull crap.

Bobby, I'm just doing my due diligence,

seeing if anything I know connects with anything you know.

And it doesn't.

So good luck with the investigation.

God help you, Mary, if I find out

you're protecting someone--

who are you? You know something about this.

I'm Mary Shannon.

I'm a U.S. marshal. I'm sorry about your--

you know.

What do you know?

I'm sorry about your partner.

I don't know anything about his murder.

Now take your handsoff me.

You're a lair.

That's enough.

Get back to your desk.

If it were my partner, I'd be doing the same thing.

But just so we're clear, next time she lays

her hands on me will be the last.

Last chance, Mary.

Either you tell me what you know or who you know

or get the hell out of my squad room.

Here's what I know.

When the heat is on,

you become an even bigger asshole than usual.

You dropped this.

Thanks.

Who's that?

According to this, he's a guy who didn't exist

until he showed up in new Mexico 13 months ago.

Where have you been, asshole?

Workin'.

Is this about that dead cop?

I called seven hours ago.

Sorry, I was in the middle of doing a hot tub install.

I don't bring my cell into clients' homes.

You know, just because we slept together

doesn't mean you own me.

Where the hell are you now? Home.

Stay there. I'm coming over.

Yes, ma'am.

You know, if I knew killing a cop

would get you to come to my house,

I woulda done it a long time ago.

That's not even a little bit funny.

Brandi, come on.

I need to talk to you. Open the--

Brandi.

Coming.

Hello, Raphael.

Come in.

Hi.thanks.

I need to talkto you.

Why?

You got another secret

you're dying to get off your chest?

Are you boning your maid too?

What?

She's joking.

Can we just talk in private, please?

Fine.

You want me to go.

What happened was an accident.

Really?

'Cause accidents are usually more like

you trip and you sprain an ankle.

Not you trip and you stick your penis in someone.

I didn't mean an "accident" as much as a "mistake."

Look, it was a confusing time.

Mary was completely avoiding me.

Every time I ask her to do something,

she asked you to do it for her.

I thought we were broken up.

So you nailed that fat pig,

and you never even hit on me?

Damn, chico...

I can't think of the right answer here.

God, you look good.

Where were you last night?

I took a walk around old town.

Had a drink alone.

Got home around 11:00, also alone unfortunately.

Did you know this guy,

the one who was killed, Stephen Ramirez?

Look, I didn't even know everyone in my precinct.

No, I didn't know the guy.

And no, I didn't kill him.

Next time I call you, call me back.

So how come you avoid me like the plague?

Because I like my job,

and I don't want what happened to happen again.

At least you didn't say it was a mistake.

No, just a choice,

and choices have consequences.

The consequence of us sleeping together

is like it or not I have to keep

my distance from you more than other witnesses.

More than you want to?

Actually, no.

Perfectly happy staying away from you.

I gotta go. Keep your phone handy.

What?

Your boy's about to get arrested.

What? How's that possible?

I have no idea.

Stan's on his way over to Metro now.

All right, thanks.

Come on.

Where? Police station.

Better you walk in than get dragged in.

I don't know how the son of a bitch found you,

but at least he won't have the satisfaction of bringing you in.

What the hell is this?

Are you kidding me?

Stay where you are, both of you.

Keep your hands where I can see 'em.

Are you outta your mind?

You're drawing down on a U.S. marshal.

I am gonna burn you for this.

Robert eps,

you're wanted for questioning

in the murder of officer Stephen Ramirez.

So what's plan b?

I'm telling you, you got the wrong guy.

Keep walking, douche bag.

Don't say a word.

How about when this crazy bitch

shoots me for trying to escape?

Then should I say something?

Hold up.

Visitors go around front.

I'm here on official business. Get outta my way.

And what kinda business would that be?

'Cause if you wanna state for the record

your official connection to my prisoner,

I'd be happy to let you pass.

Otherwise, you go around front and fill out

a visitation request like everyone else.

Why are you doing this?

'Cause I don't like cop killers.

And right now I'm not too wild about you either.

Mary.

They're booking eps.

Prick Dershowitz won't even let me in.

I'll take care of it.

I need to call the U.S. attorney's office.

I said I'll take care of it.

They just peed on the wrong dog's porch.

This federal court order gives my people

complete access to Mr. Eps.

That means two marshals on post 24 hours a day.

Your lead detective will keep us up to speed

on any developments in the case.

And Albuquerque e.S.U. Will take down

the wiretap on this number immediately.

I can't believe that little bitch actually tapped my phone.

Excuse me?

Actually he tapped eps' phone.

Whose number he snooped off your phone.

Anyway, captain, the U.S. government

appreciates your cooperation in this matter.

I'm saying I didn't know the guy.

Not here, not in Chicago.

Yeah, we know all about Chicago.

We found the gun that you dumped

three blocks away in the arroyo.

Hmm, that's some nice police work.

Once we find your prints on it,

the D.A. won't be offering you any deals.

Worst law enforcement idea in the last 100 years--

male/female partners.

You know, nine times outta ten

they end up screwing or killing each other.

Or both.

Ten bucks says she did it.

You're a bastard! You're a bastard!

Bastard!

Oh, you are tough.

So that's the kinda guy you go for,

a rat cop killer?

Anything other than they both worked in Chicago

tying these guys together?

Confident we got the right guy.

Sounds like you're doing some great police work.

Keep it up.

Hey.

So where you wanna start?

This morning you wanted to fry eps.

Now you want to help him?

No, I want to help you.

Oh.

Thanks.

You go look into Ramirez's case

to see who else has an ax to grind.

I'll go talk to the widow in the morning,

see what the guy was like.

You really think that's a good idea?

She's a widow.

I'll be so nice

she'll be happy her husband's dead

just for the chance to meet me.

Hey. Hey.

Got some information about junior colleges.

You wanna go over it tonight?

Sure.

What are you doing with Raph's gym clothes?

Hmm, let's see.

Laundry room. Skanky gym clothes.

Detergent.

What on earth could I be up to?

Hope you don't mind.

Knock yourself out.

I'm sure as hell not gonna do it.

Oh, that's bad.

Okay, don't get all freaky.

How long have you been screwing my boyfriend

behind my back, Brandi?

Brandi, you slept

with Raph too?

No!

Too? Oh, my god.

What? Mom!

Oh, no, no, not me.

I just-- I just meant

after all this Judy thing--

his fat physical therapist?

Okay, in chico's defense,

you guys weren't together there for a few weeks.

And he feels really, really bad about it.

You both knew about this?

When were you planning on telling me?

Uh...

What was the question?

I want you both out of here.

Disgusting.

Oh, Greg, sweetie,

those are frozen enchiladas for later.

Why don't you grab some coffee and relax?

Mrs. Ramirez?

Yes.

Hi, I'm Mary Shannon from the marshals service.

Just wanted to say on behalf of all of us

we're so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

That's so thoughtful.

Would you look in that top cabinet

and see if I have any vases left.

Sure.

Did you know Steve?

No, no, I didn't.

Everyone I talk to speaks so highly of him.

He must have been a great cop.

He was.

He was a hero too.

Twice decorated.

Once here and once in Chicago.

Oh, let me fix you a plate.

Thank you.

It sounds like he had

a lot of close friends on the force.

Not really.

You know, he was so devoted to his family,

he didn't have a lot of time for other people.

What about his partner?Roxanne?

Oh, he loved her.

She's a great girl.

Steve and I always wished

she'd find a nice man to be with.

She isn't dating anybody?

Roxy? No.

But if you know of anyone...

Thanks.

What the hell are you doing here?

Paying my respects.

Roxanne, we're just--

get her out of here.

But I haven't eaten.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Coming here!

All right, I'm leaving!

You--

The cause of the scuffle

between Albuquerque detective Roxanne Lewis

and the other unidentified female

remains unknown.

Your grappling technique leaves something to be desired.

You try fighting and keeping

your face off-camera at the same time.

Did you find anything in Ramirez's case files?

Yeah, I dug up a confidential informant

he used in a couple of drug cases.

Thought he might know if Ramirez

was investigating something that got dangerous.

You mind talking to him

while I go make nice with Ramirez's partner?

Sure, but keep your left up this time.

Wow.

Looks like someone kicked the crap outta you.

You hit like a girl.

Thanks.

You too.

Look, I know what you're going through.

My partner got shot a few months ago.

I almost lost him.

You get the guy?

Yeah.

Good.

You want coffee?

All right.

I want you to know,

if it turns out eps is your guy

I'll hold him down while you do it.

But I don't think it's him.

Yeah, well, forgive my skepticism,

but objectivity kinda goes out the window

once you've slept with the guy.

What?

It was on the wiretap.

He said you only slept with him once.

You thought that was real?

He's always saying stuff like that.

Mm-hmm.

But if it were true

and it got out, you'd be kinda screwed, huh?

Ballistics got a hit on the gun.

It was stolen

from an evidence locker in Chicago

five years ago.

Suppose I need to point out

Ramirez is from Chicago too.

Ramirez didn't steal his own murder weapon.

And there's one more thing.

Eps lied about knowing Ramirez.

They worked the same murder case six years ago.

And that's enough for me to charge him.

They ready upstairs?

You lied to me.

You worked a case with Ramirez.

Jesus, does anybody in this town do their homework?

That case was the murder

of an alderman and his entire family.

I probably did work with Ramirez on it

along with 400 other cops over a two-year span.

The whole goddamn force worked that case.

Let's go.

Marshall?

Yeah.cooper?

Guilty.

I still can't believe what happened to Stephen.

Yeah.

I was wondering

what kinda things was he into?

Excuse me?

What kinda cases did he talk to you about?

He had you listed as a confidential informant.

Uh, that was years ago.

That's how we got to be friends.

I helped him arrest this boy who was dealing meth.

Stephen and I both really hated

what those drugs were doing to our people.

You have people?

Excuse me.

Hey, mare.

Feel like joining me for a drink?

How long did you know your partner was gay?

What are you talking about?

Are you crazy?

Guy's married for 12 years.

He's got two kids.

How long have you been his partner?

It's nothing.

Some things are private, you know?

Everyone's got secrets, right?

You need to tell me

right now--

was detective Ramirez gay?

I honestly don't know for sure.

I didn't ask. He didn't tell.

But I did suspect.

Did his wife know?

Elizabeth? God no.

I can't imagine.

A gay cop with a wife

wound tighter than a golf ball.

And you didn't think that warranted mentioning?

I thought his sex life ought to remain private.

Really? Yeah.

Is that how you work your civilian homicides?

He was a good cop, Bobby, with a family.

You think the fact that he was gay changes that?

Come on, let's go talk to Elizabeth.

Ramirez had access to that gun in Chicago.

Maybe he lifted it, kept it at home.

Maybe, maybe not.

Let's not start accusing people

until we have proper evidence.

Wow, talk about the cop calling the kettle black.

That's funny.

Never sounded racist till now.

My bad.

I wish I knew what to say, Bobby.

But you have honestly got me stumped.

Steve and I were very happy together.

We were high school sweethearts.

It must have been so hard.

All those years not being able

to tell anyone the truth.

How long did you have

to live like that?

I couldn't have done it.

What is she talking about?

I mean, if I found out

my husband was gay,

yeah, I'd be pissed.

Dear lord, Bobby.

Roxanne,

make her stop saying these lies.

All I'm saying is you poor thing.

To spend all those years

with a man who doesn't find you desirable,

who'd rather be with other men--

stop it.

I don't know why you're letting her to this.

This man was a hero.

He was one of you.

I think the real tragedy

is it didn't accomplish anything.

He didn't fool anyone.

Everybody knew, and nobody cared but you.

Who knew?

Don't say that.

Nobody knew.

That would kill him.

Elizabeth,

did you know that all police ammunition

is marked for identification?

The FBI keeps a database,

and they called me a little while ago.

We know that your husband

was shot with a stolen gun.

But we also know it was with his own bullet.

No cop would ever load a throwaway

with department-issue ammunition.

You've got kids in the house.

He probably kept it empty.

Locked away somewhere.

He died like a hero.

That's what he would have wanted.

He died right.

You understand, don't you?

Hey, it's me.

So this thing with Judy.

Guess we were kinda broken up

or whatever when it happened.

So I can't be too pissed.

But I don't know.

It feels like we're trying

to make this into something it's not.

And the only time we get into trouble

is when we start acting

like we're supposed to be something more.

So I don't know if you're okay

with us just coasting,

but it sounds like a good idea to me.

And if you want to see other people,

well, that's okay too.

Just not my sister.

Anyway, I'm not mad anymore.

Call me.

Bye.

Are you okay?

Yeah, sure, I'm totally fine.

Sorry about the condom.

You didn't do anything.

Well, I did your laundry.

You're the one who left the condom wrapper

in your bag.

Idiot.

Idiot.

You should probably go.

Oh, okay.

So I'll see you tomorrow.

I can't do this right now.

I just need some time to sort things out,

alone.

Hmm.

Okay.

Fine.

You want to be alone? Be alone.

Mary was right.

This is just a bunch of high school b.S.

What?

Hey, beautiful. What you doing?

I miss you so much.

Yeah, that's why you call me all the time.

I'm sorry, babe.

I've been busy working on our future.

We have no future, Chuck. We're done.

Brandi, please don't say that.

We do have a future. Together.

And it's here.

The deal is set, and it's huge.

Seriously?

It's set?

Yeah.

All your dreams are about to come true.

You just have to deliver the stuff

then fly back home.

Uh, first class.

Come on, baby, don't get down.

I love you so much.

I need you to do this.

Okay.

A free man.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

You gotta pack.

Your cover's been blown.

Find you a new city, new identity, the whole bit.

Yeah, I don't-- I don't think so.

I'm kinda tired of being someone else.

You're not safe here anymore.

Eh, I'm tired of being safe.

Me in this program,

it was never a good fit.

I'm taking myself out.

You're sure?

Yeah.

Where will you go?

Nowhere.

I like Albuquerque.

I like everything about it.

You need a ride?

Nah, I'll take a bus.

Who knows, maybe I'll get lost.

Perhaps the most difficult choices to make

are the ones that deny us those things

our heart wants most.

Because as it's been said,

without reason nor prudence

the heart wants what the heart wants.

And more often than not,

it will not be denied.

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