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Yeah?

Charlie Cale.

Do you know who this is?

I mean, beatrix hasp, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I assumed.

Well, listen, Charlie,

I'm here with the five families.

You're there with all five of them?

Yeah, I got you on speaker.

And what we are
dealing with now is a war.

It's expensive and a pain in the ass,

and it's no good.

It's bad.

It's ruinous, is the word.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. I remember, okay?

I was on the phone.

Am I boring you?

Look, man, I just got
out of a burning house.

It was kind of a whole fucking thing,

so I'm sorry if I'm not really in the mood

for a whole long
meandering conversation.

Okay then, I need your help

and if you don't do it, I'll kill you.

Well, fine.

Good. Thank you.

My organization is crumbled

and I'm on the I am with
the rubble, all thanks to you.

So, you know your goons tried

to kill me, like, six times, right?

Jesus. You millennials bitch, bitch, bitch.

So, the southwest syndicate is closing in,

the FBI is up my pantyhose.

It is desperate hours, I'm not gonna lie.

But I ain't going down.

That's where you come in.

Good.

So, my remaining capos are waiting

at a safe house nearby.

I've arranged for a plane

that can get us out of the country.

Only problem is, I have
it on decent authority

that there's a rat in my
crew, or possibly a mole.

Hey, would you remind me,
what exactly is the difference?

The point is, I can't make my getaway

unless I know I'm not gettin' set up.

So, you're gonna use

your freaky little lie detector trick

to tell me which one
of my guys is the snitch.

Great.

Alright, take this next exit

and pull into the first gas station.

Gotta use the can, get some snacks.

Any chance I could, like,

clean up a little, change some clothes?

I fucking stink.

Yeah. Who gives a
shit? Do what you want.

Christ, come on.

Shit.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Little miss klepto?

You can make anything
disappear in loose sleeves.

Too easy.

Yeah. Yeah.

You know, in my pick-pocketing youth,

I was partial to the pant leg.

Damnit!

Shrimp-flavored Vienna sausage.

Jesus.

Alright, let's go.

Let's make a left out of here.

A left? We just, we just came from left.

Left.

Right, right.

Left, left.

I told my crew you're a cobbler.

Yeah. Well, it makes sense.

I mean, I guess you can't really skip town

if you've got holes in your shoes.

No, a scratcher, a forger,

someone who makes fake documents.

That way, it won't seem strange
when you ask nosy questions.

Hey.

- What?
- Nothing.

Alright, alright.

So, well, your shoelace is untied,

and I guess I can't figure
out which way to play it.

Like, don't tell you and
then wait for you to trip

and then grab your gun.

Or I do tell you so you look

and-and-and then I grab your gun.

Well, I guess it doesn't matter either way,

'cause you probably wouldn't believe me.

Life's full of moments.

And you're right, I don't believe you.

- Get going.
- Okay.

Damnit.

Alright, so, what happens when we catch

this rat in question?

Or mole. It could be mole.

Alright, well, when I identify

this, critter in question,
then what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna slowly skin 'em alive

and watch them eat their
own flesh in front of me.

I-I can't be a part of facilitating that.

Turning rat is the lowest,
most despicable thing

a person can do.

And if that doesn't ease your conscience,

try to remember, it's them or you.

Get in. Come on.

Hi.

- I'm the cobbler.
- Thank god.

Because my espadrilles
are falling to pieces.

No, darling. She's... This
is my husband, Jeffrey.

- He's not part of my crew.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.

I don't know much about
the-the scrap metal business.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
I know it's the mafia.

Can I tempt either one
of you with a panino?

These things are amazingly versatile.

I used the steamer
setting to parboil artichokes.

The lobsters of vegetables.

That's what I always say!

Darling, our guest needs to focus.

Charlie, come here.

The men in this room
are cold-blooded killers.

You have to play this perfectly.

Subtle. Capisce?

Yeah.

Go on.

So, any of you guys
working for the feds?

No.

Great. Got what I needed.

Hey-hey, check it out.

Guess what? I pronounce you, rat-free,

unless, of course, Jeffrey
here is working for the feds.

Nope, sorry.

Okay. Also true. Alright.

So, nothing to do here.

How the hell can you be so good?

Yo, you thought we was rats?

For Christ... Real slick, kid.

Listen, use your brains.

What happens if we get on that plane

and we got a sniveling
little ratatouille on board?

Charlie says you're all clean,

so we'll risk it.

Get packed. We leave in 10.

Okay. Alright.

Well, it's been a pleash, you know?

Wait, ho-hold it.

How do I know you're not lying

about the rat in my crew not lying.

A "who's watching the
watchmen" quandary.

Well, I assure you, I
have no dog in this fight.

Well, you do now because
you're coming with us.

Terrific. Um...

Might I just make a quick, pee?

I, already have pissed
myself five times today,

and yet still a little
something left in the tank.

The window is too small to fit through.

- No, no!
- Darling, what is it?

The baklava's destroyed.

Everything is destroyed.

All the shooting and running.

I just, I just want my normal life back.

Aw, sweetie.

Soon it's just gonna be
you and me in paradise,

my little panino.

Yeah, I can see the, the pilot in sight.

Nary a fed in sight,

so go forth and flee,
and nice knowing ya.

Nuh! You're going in first.

If this is an ambush,
you get the first bullet.

Well, you sure are thorough.

Give you that.

Fuck.

Okay, I'm going inside the plane.

Go ask the pilot if he's
working with the feds.

I'm trusting no one right now.

Excuse me, sir?

What the fuck?

Shit! The feds!

Put your weapons down now!

Alright, boys, we're gonna
have to shoot our way out of here.

Nope, nope, nope,
nope, nope, nope, nope.

Don't fire! Jeffrey, stop!

Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no.

Sir, halt!

No. Nope, nope, nope, nope.

Shit!

Sir, halt or I will shoot.

- Luca?
- Don't fire!

No, no, no!

What the fuck?

Jeffery!

Hold your fire! We need her alive!

Drop your weapon!

- Put the weapon down!
- What the fuck are we doing?

- Are we shooting?
- I don't know!

Stay where you are!

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Man, what's with this pre-9/11 bullshit?

Jeffrey's dead, and it's all your fault.

Listen.

Beatrix hasp is running scared.

Her family tree has undergone

some significant, pruning recently,

like Prescott with his...

What's that tree you can't shut up about?

Japanese maple tree, sir.

My neighbors are claiming that the roots

are damaging the retaining wall,

but I've spoken to
three separate arborists

- who've told me...
- Alright. Jesus.

New metaphor before
Johnny appleseed here

creams his trousers.

The current prognosis
for the hasp organization

stage four terminal.

Our job is to sign the dnr.

Thanks to some excellent
work by special agent Luca Clark,

we now have a tier-one
source inside the hasp crew.

Luca?

Thank you, sir.

According to my source,
hasp and her crew

are on their way to a safe house.

We have it staked
out, and we'll take them

with a tactical team when they arrive

and apprehend them
before they flee the country.

I'll be running point on the operation.

I just... how did you flip Tony ice cream?

I tried to once. I do not have

the special Luca touch, I guess.

Well, I can neither confirm nor deny

the identity of my informant.

I haven't even told hooper who it is.

- Protocol, you know?
- That is smart.

People say rules are meant to be broken,

but a lot of those people
are in federal prison.

Or tremendously successful in their field.

- You know me. No shortcuts.
- I know.

Hey, by the way, if you
need me for anything on this,

I've got your back, old friend.

Me too.

- You went for the damn.
- I said damn.

- I said darn.
- I'm vulgar.

I'll see you, dude.

The name of that rat better
be in this weenies can.

No, it's not.

It says, "safe house not safe," though.

And I lined up a nice alternative,

free Wi-Fi, decent waffle bar.

No hbo, sadly.

You really are completely useless.

Useless? After all the information

that I have given you over the years?

I've given you so much money.

It's called a transaction.

How much grace you
think that's gonna buy

if I wind up in bracelets?

Do you really think it's such a good idea

to threaten a federal agent?

Cool your jets, Maverick.

The tough guy thing
goes over a lot better

if you're not nursing
from your baby bottle.

I have an ulcer, and you
know that I have an ulcer,

and my doctor says that
my ulcer is all because of you.

You told your doctor you're a dirty fed

on the mob's payroll?

My doctor said a common
cause is work stress,

and I extrapolated from there.

Who's the stray in your muscle car?

Your incompetence
requires a backup plan.

Find that fuckin' rat.

Shit.

Alright, let's go.

Let's make a left out of here.

Still no sign of hasp

or her crew at the safe house, sir.

Are you alright, sir?

I got this stupid black-tie
wedding on the 26th,

and I need to fit into my stupid tuxedo,

so I got up at 5:30 for abs and ass day,

and, Luca, where the fuck are they?

I don't know, sir.

My hasp source must
have given me bad info.

I don't want excuses.

I want you to do your job.

Let's pack it up. They're not coming.

All units, stand down.

We're pulling out.

It's beans, right?

He's unreliable, beans.
Don't beat up on you...

Come on. I can help you, Luca.

Just let me in a little.

Sorry, Danny, I gotta go.

What happened?

I can't keep up with her.

Go here. Go there.

The safe house isn't safe.

There's not enough
room to pack your whisks.

Jeffrey, did you warn her
about the raid at the safe house?

No! No, of course, not.

What, are you crazy?
I'm scared enough as it is.

I really think I better get back soon.

Right, the crew'll get suspicious.

Yeah, and my phyllo dough,

if it thaws, it's not gonna bake properly.

We're running out of time.

Do you think she'll cooperate or not?

I get the feeling she's
not gonna go for it.

What makes you say that?

I would never, ever cooperate

with the federal government.

It's just this feeling I get.

Look

I've thought about this very hard,

and I've decided I want to go

into the witness protection
program on my own.

I love beatrix very much,

but she prioritizes her work ahead of me

and it's time I put my needs first.

Jeffrey, we can't really justify

the expense of witness protection

without your wife's involvement.

Well, that hardly seems fair.

You know practically
nothing about her operation.

It's actually kinda shocking
how little you know.

I told you, all this
mafia stuff is so boring.

I mean, the hits and the capos

and the, the moles
and the no-show jobs.

Enough already.

Moles. You mean rats, right? Not moles?

As long as they stay out
of my rhubarb, I don't care.

Is that how hasp knew about the raid?

Does beatrix have a mole in the bureau?

Jeffrey, exposing an FBI
mole would be enough

to justify WITSEC,
with or without your wife.

I wish I could help, but as you say,

I-I know very little.

I'm gonna show you...

Some pictures of the federal
agents in this operation.

I need you to tell me if you've seen

any of these people talking to

or interacting with beatrix.

Jeffrey, these are the best beignets

that I've had outside the French quarter.

- Stop it.
- Maybe inside.

You're making me blush.

Judge Palmer's wife was diagnosed

with hodgkin's lymphoma,

so he's got a lot of medical bills.

So, he's got a palm to grease.
Or maybe it was non-hodgkin's.

Anyway, he's your
golden ticket to a mistrial.

What's that look?

Jeffrey, do you recognize
any of these faces?

Yes, I know who your mole is.

Great. Who is it?

I'm not gonna tell.

Are you serious?

You'll get your mole
once beatrix is in custody

and I am safely in witness protection,

not a moment before.

It's too risky.

Listen, I love my little gal,

but she packs quite the punch.

By the way, she's booked a private plane

to fly us out of the country today.

A mob mole in the FBI. That's crazy.

I don't need fucking color commentary.

Just read the lips, please.

Okay, best way to ensure your safety is

to fake your death
when we raid the plane.

Well, that seems very unpleasant.

We do this all the time.

When the raid starts, you run.

I'll say, "halt or I will
shoot!" That's the cue.

I'll pretend to shoot you
with these. They're blanks.

No, I've heard that those can
actually be very dangerous.

Yes, at a very close range
the powder charge can hurt you,

but I'll be far enough away
for it to be perfectly safe.

This shirt has squibs
sewn into the fabric.

Do you know what squibs are?

Yeah. They're fake blood packets.

Exactly. When you press this button,

the squibs in your shirt will go off.

It'll look like you've been shot.

Okay. The raid starts.

- Yeah.
- I take off.

"Halt or I shoot."

You shoot the blanks, I press the button.

Bang, bang, bang. Goodbye, Jeffrey.

Okay, listen, I better
get back to the hotel

because beatrix is bringing
me some cobbler for dessert,

and that's my favorite.

Just don't overdo it
when the squibs go off.

I've seen a lot of witnesses blow

their cover with bad death acting.

I will have you know that this is not

my first time treading the boards.

I've done a lot of community theater.

I didn't know that.

W-W-What were you in?

Loads, like "cabaret," "assassins."

I did a production of "into the woods" that

"the dutchess county
gazette" called surprisingly...

Good.

I love "into the woods,"

and "assassins" is criminally underrated.

It's criminally underrated.

My gosh.

My FBI handler is a sondheim nut.

How lucky can a guy get?

Be happy.

Life isn't so bad.

- Bad as it steams.
- Seems.

If you keep your bowl on-site, you can

why would... he's the best
lyricist of the 20th century.

Why would he write "bowl on-site"?

It's harder for me to do my job

if I don't know the song.

Shut the fuck up, Peter.

So, it's not cobbler like dessert?

It's cobbler like shoe cobbler,

but she's not actually a shoe cobbler?

No, darling. She's that
girl with the freak ability

to tell when people are lying.

She's here to find our rat.

Well, that's neat.

Ooh, I like that shirt by the way.

It's very handsome. Is it new?

No, I'm just preparing for the tropics.

Hey-hey, check it out.

I pronounce you, rat-free.

Unless, of course, Jeffrey
here is working for the feds.

Nope, sorry.

Okay, also true. Alright,
so nothing to do here.

No, no, no, no, no!

Darling, what is it?

The baklava's destroyed!

Everything's destroyed!

Agent Clark.

Hey. Hey.

So...

So, beatrix hasp kidnapped me

because she wanted me to find her rat,

which I did, but I lied about it

because I didn't want
anybody to get hurt.

But now we're headed to a plane, so

Charlie, wait, you're with hasp right now?

And do you know who her rat is?

Yeah, I gotta say, he
seems like a pretty nice guy,

you know, and a very
talented iron chef, actually.

I mean, not in that kind of way, but

I know, I know.

I'm running point on the case.

Wow, you are really good at my job.

Alright, you did the right
thing by keeping quiet.

I'm gonna get you both
out, but you have to trust me.

Okay, great. So you got a plan?

When you get to the plane,
there's gonna be a raid.

I want you to hide in the
cockpit and lock the door.

That doesn't sound like
much of a fucking plan.

Wait there until I come get you.

Don't trust anyone
but me, okay, Charlie?

Not even other agents.

I just learned there's a
civilian hostage with hasp.

She's a friend of mine, actually.

Probably in thrifted clothes.

Genial, inquisitive,
voice like a rusty clarinet.

So, please, please do not engage

until I give the verbal go-ahead.

You heard him, folks,
no itchy trigger fingers.

I want the hostage unharmed,

and I want hasp and her men alive,

at least until they can
spill all their deepest

and darkest secrets.

Okay, everybody, into position.

Prescott, what the fuck are you doing?

I think it's an invasive species, sir.

That's really interesting.

Move out!

No!

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

Sir, halt, or I will shoot.

No, no, no.

What the hell kinda plan is this?

I don't know, sir, but I think.

Luca's got it under control.

What the fuck?

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Jeffrey's dead, and it's all your fault!

Listen.

Wait, I'm okay.

Fuck. She's okay.

What the fuck?

What?

Clark, I saw you get shot.

Blanks. It's just the
charge from the blank.

She-she-she took my gun.

Your gun was full of blanks?

Would not have guessed Jeffrey.

You're never getting out of this plane.

- Get up.
- Fuck.

Get up, get up.

Move. Back.

Hold up.

Wait a minute.

Why would a fed be
packing a gun full of blanks?

You nailed that. Very convincing, Jeffrey.

Jeffrey?

Beatrix hasp kidnapped me

because she wanted me to find her rat.

Was that the plan?
Whacking your own informant?

I mean, who does that?

They were blanks. I checked three times.

Please just tell me you
got all this guy's intel

before you iced him.

No, not all of it.

Sir, hasp is on

the walkie-talkie, and she has demands.

Stall her while I can get
an extraction team in place.

But I'm not bureau certified
in hostage negotiation, sir.

But you got your certification

in being a petulant little ding-dong.

Get the fuck out of here.

Let me talk to her.

The hostage is a friend of mine.

Absolutely not! You're benched.

I can do it, sir.

Lookie here. A professional. Go!

Ms. Hasp, do you read me?

Yes, but I'm warning you,

this is an adult situation we have here,

so proceed carefully.

I understand, and all
I want is to make sure

that nobody else gets hurt here.

Bullshit.

That... it sounds like your hostage

is alive and well, so that is good.

I wanna speak with Jeffrey.

Ms. Hasp, Jeffrey's dead.

You think I was born yesterday?

I've seen the gun full of blanks.

I know a fake death when I see one.

Now put my ungrateful
rat husband on the horn.

Okay.

Hey, you're correct.

Your husband was an FBI informant,

and it appears there was
a plan to fake his death,

but that went awry.

A live round got put in with the blanks,

and he was shot for real.

Is that true?

Yeah. Every word.

Okay, Jeffrey's dead. Boo-hoo.

Now I want a real pilot.

Let us get on that.

We'll get you a pilot that
can take you anywhere

safe and sound, coming up.

Bullshit.

Hey, I'm not kidding, pal.

Do not play games with me.

I've got a mole in the FBI.

This is unbelievable.

She'll say anything to get out of...

That would explain how she
knew about the safe house.

Find out more.

Say more about that.

As it turns out, I've
had a dirty little mole

on my payroll for years.

Push comes to shove,

I can be convinced to divulge his identity.

So, what do we do here?

Well, this is what we call a transaction.

You give me what I want,
I give you what you want.

Hasp, this is special
agent in charge, hooper.

You've got a deal.

No games.

You guarantee us the
identity of your mole,

we'll guarantee you safe
passage out of the country.

Okay, that was true.

Pilot first, then the mole.

- Give us 20 minutes.
- No, no.

That's a ruthless
fucking criminal in there.

You cannot let her get away.

If there's one compromised agent,

that's more important than one gangster.

It's a rot in our very foundation.

If there's a mole, I
want his head on a pike.

Hey, gosh, it must be really handy

having your own FBI mole?

Is he, out there helping you right now?

- Charlie?
- - Because if he is,

if your mole is out there,

well, I gotta say now
would be a very handy time

to have him come to your rescue.

I really suggest you
mind your own business.

You know, come to think of it,

I-I do recall us, suddenly
changing directions,

after we stopped at that gas station

and you were talking to a guy who was,

a, a guy in a suit.

Was that your mole?

It was, wasn't he? So, what was he?

He was like a, a white guy, right?

Like a medium build, 30s
to 50s, I wanna say... Crap.

Why do you care so
much who my mole is?

If I did know who your mole was,

well, I might be able to help us get out

of this sticky situation.

Hey, look, just between us girls,

who is your mole?

And I promise I, won't tell.

Hey, guys, guys, guys!

I think it's a Florida torreya tree.

It really is!

Always favored the pant leg?

Gimme!

God.

Hey, agent fuck face!

Go blow a dog!

Char...?

I hope you enjoyed it

because that was your
last living misdemeanor.

Hey, look, I don't know why you think

this mole man is just suddenly
gonna show up for you.

I mean, if he's willing
to betray the government

just for a few extra dollars,

why is he suddenly putting
his neck on the line for you?

For what? Just for principle?

I mean, why are you trusting
this guy, whoever he is?

'Cause I don't have anyone else.

Geez, man, I... Look,
i-i-i'm-I'm sorry about Jeffrey.

I don't want your charity,
and I don't want your advice.

Besides, it was your
dumb-shit buddy who shot him!

Okay, look.

I don't think...

That was an accident.

I... if there is one thing that
you and Luca have in common,

it is thoroughness.

And I also don't think

that it was on purpose, because why?

Why would Luca want
his informant dead?

I mean, there's only one fed

who would wanna
silence Jeffrey, alright?

- Your mole!
- My mole!

Excuse me, sir, we should
be busting in there right now

and taking her by force.

We're playing right into
hasp's hand right here.

Really? This is her grand plan?

To be trapped inside a hangar
surrounded by federal agents?

The mole thing is just a feint, sir.

She's just trying to buy time

so more of her goons
can show up to help her.

And what do you even know about

this mysterious hostage?

What do you even
know about this woman?

I just promised hasp a pilot

and a free pass out of the country.

So, she has absolutely no reason to...

What in god's name is Clark doing now?

There's only one option left.

Give yourself up?

Kill as many feds as possible!

Beatrix hasp, my name is Luca Clark.

I'm the federal agent
who shot your husband.

We'll start with him.

I think your mole killed Jeffrey

to keep his identity secret,

and I think he's gonna
find a way to silence you too

unless you tell me his
name so I can stop him.

You want me to rat on
my mole like a snake?

No.

I wanna help you get out of this.

Why?

Because I failed your husband.

It was my job to protect
him, and I screwed it up.

Wait, Luca, did you
kill Jeffrey on purpose?

No.

Jeffrey loved you, beatrix, very much.

But he knew you'd always
choose your work over him,

and he chose to put his
own needs first for once.

Call that what you want.

I call it brave.

Okay, so that's true.

Come on, beatrix.

Beatrix, it's time to do
the right thing, right thing.

Tell us who the mole is.

Jesus Christ, you redheaded alley cat.

Who even are you?

Alright, fuck it.

I'll tell you who my mole is.

The mole's name is.

Maverick mctitticutty.

Is I... is she serious?

Well, she's not lying,
but, honey, I-I do think

that maybe he gave you a fake name.

Well, I don't know. Typical white guy.

We're all typical white guys.

We have some serious
flaws with our hiring process.

Milk. Milk.

He... at the gas station,
he was drinking milk.

I mean, who even drinks milk anymore?

Most mammals.

Maverick is always bitching

and moaning about his ulcer.

Danny?

No, th-that's...

Not da... no, he's-he's-he's my friend.

I've known him since the academy.

Whoa. Who's Danny?

Daniel Clyde-Otis. It's hyphenated.

What? That sounds even more made up

than Maverick mctitticutty.

God, I set my gun
down for just a minute.

When Charlie called,
Danny was right there.

He must have switched
out a blank for a live round.

Man, this spineless weasel.

And here and I thought
we were dealing with a mole.

He's a weasel and a mole.

And now possibly a snake.

Who the fuck can
keep up with this jargon?

Hey, boss federale, I'll tell
you the name of my mole

right this second if you
promise me WITSEC.

This is agent hooper,
and you've got a deal.

Good. His name is clive Owen.

Clyde-Otis?

Clyde-Otis!

Hand it over. Hand it over handle first.

Now scoot. Now scoot
over. Get over there.

Close to her.

Everyone's gonna do what I say,

- and nobody's going to get hurt.
- Bullshit.

I don't know who you are, lady,

but I find you really rude.

Danny, please, don't do this.

God.

You asshole!

Stay down, Luca.

Put your hands right over your head.

- Now, just a thought...
- Stay out of this, tramp.

You know what? Why
don't you go ahead?

Jesus!

Hey. Hey. Easy, alright?

Just fucking knock it off.

What are you gonna do?
You're gonna shoot an FBI agent?

Look at you!

Well, I guess Jeffrey was right,

those things are actually pretty versatile.

Yep! Psst.

Ma'am.

Hey.

Prince of the city.

This guy?

- How you doing?
- Better than you, pal.

Yeah, that's for sure.

Here, face out like we're browsing.

I'll give you $16,000

if you tell them Luca's really the mole.

Sixteen? I'm sorry, how'd
you come up with that sum?

Look, it's enough to start over with.

Fine. Fine. $22,000, clean.
You got an offshore account?

Buddy, I-I don't even
have an onshore one.

$125,000 cash. Just get me out of this.

I'm sorry. Let me get this straight.

So, you started at 16, but you had 125?

You really are a bad person.

- I'm not a bad person.
- Alright, who's a hero?

I'm a person who's
done some bad things.

- Congrats on being a person.
- Yeah.

And good luck with your ulcer.

Is my WITSEC good to go?

Seeing as you've helped us
arrest a compromised agent

and you're agreeing to testify
against the other four families

in the southwest syndicate, yes, it is.

On one condition,
cancel the hit on Charlie.

Okay.

Geez.

Thanks, buddy.

I appreciate you going to that trouble.

Of making sure you don't get murdered?

Yeah, it's very much the least I can do.

Plus, if you got whacked, it would be

a real blow to my career.

Ready when you are, Mrs. Hasp.

I'm really, I'm sorry about Jeffrey.

Maybe witness
protection will be a chance

to live the kind of life he wanted for us.

A fresh start.

A fresh start?

I like that.

Maybe I got one of
those on my hands too.

Yeah.

No mob on my tail, nothing to run from.

This season on "poker face".

I've been thinking about
maybe settling down,

getting one of these,
normal lives I've heard about.

This is the first date now.

Make or break time.

I don't know what to
wear. Who am I becoming?

I don't know, I kinda like it.

Something is amiss.

I'm gonna find whoever did this.

This is basically murder. Murder!

Everywhere I go, I get sucked
into other people's bullshit.

What you're saying is, that you didn't,

murder Maddie but you would have?

- Totally.
- Your candor is alarming.

But here I can just, just be a person.

It's gonna be a bloodbath.

Woo!

- You were saying?
- I stand corrected.