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Tell me more.

You tell me more about those eggs.

Let me show you. Let me show you right here.

All the way.

And then... watch. This is the... This is the beauty of it, okay?

All right.

You're dipping it in the eggs.

What you think about them pancakes?

I just like extra syrup.

I like all kinds of syrup, you know.

You have to have a perfect syrup to pancake consistency.

- Yeah. - Morning. Check your emails.

I just sent you a few articles. There was a similar...

A child killing. Two sisters.

Come here. Fuck!

Mmm.

That's Terry maitland's wife.

Wow.

Screw them. You have every right to live your life.

Okay. I should go home.

No. You're not going anywhere.

Here, look, this'll help.

Gotta hand it to you, Mrs. Maitland.

You got some brass showin' your face in here.

Excuse me?

Where are your kids tonight?

I hope you didn't leave 'em home alone.

You fuck off, rayford.

Cause you never know, someone might wanna even the score.

Are you threatening her?

- Howard! - Easy, old man.

- You step back. - Get the fuck off me!

Okay. Pay your tab and don't you come back, okay?

You got a big mouth on you. You're gonna walk outta here.

- There you are, sir. - Thanks.

Thank you.

1 sveikata.

1 sveikata.

Are you... are you kidding me?

Where... where are your people from?

My father was from Trinidad.

Well, so, wait, how did he...

He wound up teaching high school in a coal patch in Pennsylvania.

Anthracite or bituminous?

Anthracite, the blue coal burns hotter, burns cleaner.

All right, let me guess, uh, carbon county?

Schuylkill. I had a bunch of friends who were litzis,

and their parents would call me "the tamsus."

"The dark one"?

I didn't mind it.

So, how did you wind up in Chicago?

I needed to start over.

Why'd you need to start over? Er, I'm sorry, that's not...

Because my mother died.

And before that, I had... I had to stay.

You were taking care of her?

She was taking care of me.

Hmm.

at the hotel he was staying at where she worked.

- She? - Maria caneles.

She was clobbered by DNA evidence,

eyewitness accounts, and I just need 36 hours.

- What do you hope to find there? - Her.

Hofstadter's dead, maitland's dead,

Maria is alive.

Do you have a location for her?

Rikers island, awaiting trial.

Her lawyer arranged for me to visit.

I could be there talking with her by this afternoon.

Okay, I'm gonna call Howie, he covers expenses.

Okay.

Attention, everybody!

What I have in my hands here

are invitations to my party at my house celebrating

the christening of my son, master Jerome Parrish Collins.

Dress code is semi-classy, so nothing you would wear

to go bowling in or to kill an animal.

And gifts are welcome, as long as it's not clothes

with cute words on them.

Are you mad at me or something?

What?

I was just standing there talking at the top of my lungs.

You didn't even look my way.

I'm sorry. This fucking arrest report's got me.

Driving me up the wall.

- It's not even filled out. - I mean, I'm working on it.

You've been staring at that thing since I got here.

I never missed a day of work or a day of school.

I went to St. Raymond's with my grandma

every week right up until the day I was arrested.

I didn't kill that poor boy. I didn't kill anybody.

I am in this place because, for some reason,

god wants me here. It's not for me or anybody else

to know his will, but as long as I keep him close...

You said "was." What happened to him? He dead?

He killed himself in prison.

My grandma thought something like that

was gonna happen to me too. When I first got here,

these women around here tried to get at me.

But I grew up with five brothers, three uncles,

and one father, and none of them was angels,

so... these bitches learned real quick to leave me be.

You know about what happened to my uncle and my father?

You're family with Maria caneles?

- She's my daughter. - My niece.

I'm the grandfather of the little boy she killed.

They even wouldn't let me go to the funeral.

Lknow.