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[tense music]

* *

[car horn honks]

* *

[person gasps]

[camera shutter clicks]

[person whimpering and sobbing]

* *

[buzzer blares]

[distant indistinct chatter]

* *

[indistinct shouting]

[people shouting on TV]

[dogs barking on TV]

* *

[person whistles]

[keys jingling] - Open three.

[door buzzes]

Let's go. Get up.

[tense music]

- What for?

- Fucking talent show. That's what for.

Let's go. Get your shit.

* *

- Hello, Miguel.

One of our narcotics teams went fishing last night,

and you will never believe what they hooked.

[tense music]

She's safe, you know.

But I'm going to be honest with you.

It's not looking good.

- She's innocent.

- Innocent?

No.

You have enough to arrest your girlfriend

on conspiracy to distribute narcotics.

- What narcotics?

- All of it.

Your whole operation.

- I want to see her.

- Oh, I bet you do.

Right?

She's all you've got, so I don't blame you.

So here's the deal, Miguel.

You're going to come clean on everything.

Every crime you've ever been a part of,

every murder, every dope deal.

I mean every dollar laundered.

Full disclosure.

And if you lie

and if you hold back one detail,

I'm going to add her to the indictment.

* *

- And she will get the kind of time

that turns something beautiful

into something

not so beautiful.

* *

- Yeah.

OK.

Let's do this.

Get enough to eat?

- S�.

- Keep in mind you signed a proffer-cooperation agreement,

which means you are queen for the day.

You break the agreement,

we're going to roll you right back to Rikers

and then a jury is going to decide your future.

- I understand.

- Great.

Tell me your story, Miguel.

- Where would you like me to start?

- The beginning.

- The beginning.

I was working when I was ten years old.

A lookout for Sinaloa.

I watch the cops, tell the others.

Easy job. No big deal.

Then they gave me more work.

I go up, you know?

Climb the ladder.

My boss, we call him La Bestia.

I love that man.

He took care of me like a pap�.

He taught me what I know, who I became.

When I was 13 years old,

I had to kill five enemies for La Bestia.

One of them was a woman.

She fought and fought, and...

she fought so hard.

I cut out her eyes and kept them in a jewelry box

just to remind me of her courage.

[tense music]

* *

You told me to start from the beginning.

* *

- Yeah, how about we just, uh, jump ahead

to when you took control of, um, Sinaloa's drug trade?

* *

- Copy.

We have a car circling the block.

- Car?

- It might be nothing, but I'm not taking any chances.

Go check with Higgins and see what's what.

- Copy that.

- Who knows that I'm here? - No one.

- No, someone knows.

- No, let's just continue. OK?

- Do you understand the price that they have on my head?

- Tell me about Sinaloa. - Ma'am.

- I want to know who's handling him.

- I'm gonna need you to come with to the other room, please.

- For real? - Now, please.

- Who knows that I'm here?

- Hey! Sit there and shut up.

Lock the door, lock-

- Wait, but-but- wait, wait, wait.

- Don't come out until I get you.

- [sighs] Fuck.

* *

[muffled arguing]

* *

- What are you doing?

[indistinct shouting]

[gunshots] Fuck.

Fuck.

Oh, my God.

- [choking]

- Detective?

- [choking]

* *

[choking continuing]

* *

[choking and groaning]

[electronic beep]

[choking and gasping]

* *

[choking and groaning]

* *

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God! - [choking]

- Stay-stay with me.

Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me.

Who did this?

Where's Olivas? Oh, my God. - [choking]

[Frasier gasps]

* *

Please don't shoot me.

Please don't shoot me. Please.

Don't-don't-don't shoot me.

- I won't.

[screaming and impacts]

You want to know my story?

[screaming and impacts] You want to know my-

[screaming and impacts]

[Olivas grunting]

* *

[Olivas grunts]

[rock music playing]

[lifters grunting]

* *

[phone ringing]

* *

- [panting]

Hey, Sarge.

- Hey. Did you get my messages?

- No. What do you got?

- I need you to grab Reyes

and meet me at the address I sent you.

- [sighs] Thought Reyes was on loan

out to the El Dorado task force.

- Well, we have four dead detectives

from the Manhattan District Attorney's Office,

and the guy who did it is still in the wind.

And ADA Frasier.

[tense somber music]

- Anne?

- Man, they beater he so bad,

her family won't even be able to ID her.

It just happened.

The media is here, but we haven't made a statement.

- Who's the perp?

- Just get down here.

- Copy.

* *

[tense music]

* *

[typewriter clicking]

- How many stash houses have we hit?

- Four.

- And which one did we bust you in?

- The fourth.

- Exactly.

So it feels like I'm getting close

to the end of the line, right?

Except I keep hearing talk about a fifth house.

Supposed to be untouchable.

- Like I said, I can't help you, bro.

- Look, I promise you I'ma set you up lovely.

I'll send you anywhere you want to go.

Just tell me what you know.

Unbelievable. [sighs]

Fine.

Good luck, then.

I really do hope you make it in there.

Yo, Miller.

Hey. Get up. - [groans]

- Take this young man to get hi, uh, bologna sandwich.

And make it two.

You gonna need the extra weight.

[clears throat and exhales]

- Come on, sunshine. Let's go.

- Look who got the corner office.

- [chuckling] Hey.

At least we don't have rats and mice down here.

- Salvadoran pipeline? - Yeah.

So far, we down four drop spots.

But this fifth, I got a funny feeling about it.

- How so?

- I think it's being protected.

- That's provocative.

- Yeah, well, and a myth until it's not.

- Bell needs us.

- Hey, I'm up to my ass in paperwork.

- Four of our own and Anne Frasier,

all of them dead.

- Oh, shit.

[elevator bell rings]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Mm.

[muffled arguing on tape]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[tense music]

[camera shutter clicking]

* *

[sighs] Where are the other bodies?

- There's three outside near the alley.

- Hey, do me a favor.

Check with the detectives outside.

See where we are with this thing.

- Show me. - All right.

* *

[screaming and impacts] - You want to know my story?

[screaming and impacts]

- You want to know my story?

- Tim?

[screaming and impacts]

- Tim? - Do you want to know my-

- Oh, holy shit.

[chuckles]

Look who rolled in.

This is fate.

- Yeah. Well, my lucky day.

How are you?

- [sighs] - Ah. Stupid question.

- Detective, the chief of Ds

wants that to go straight to TARU.

* *

- What the hell happened?

- We fucked up big-time is what happened.

- This Narcotics?

- Started that way.

Remember our anticrime squad, you and me, Bobby Brown?

- Yeah.

- And Tommy Da Sliva.

* *

- [sighs] Oh, my God, Tommy.

* *

[tense somber music]

* *

Just saw him at a charity baseball game

couple months back.

- That's why I said fucking fate.

- I'm looking for Detective Stabler and McKenna.

- Yeah, you got him.

- You two are wanted downstairs.

- By who?

- Chief of Detectives, Saubert himself.

- Here we go.

[indistinct radio chatter]

* *

- Elliot, come in.

How much have you been briefed?

- Oh, not much. I took a peek upstairs.

- Detective Stabler. - Sir.

- Do you know who Miguel Olivas is?

- Lieutenant with Sinaloa, right?

- They call him El Diablo,

which in case that's not clear, means the devil.

This morning, we turned the devil loose in our city...

and he killed four of my detectives.

- Olivas controlled a major cocaine pipeline

from Central America to the U.S.

- He's suspected of personallykilling

at least 50 people, many of them women and children.

- And we let him go.

- McKenna.

- I said no matter what,

you cannot make a deal with this fucking animal.

- Detective.

- I hunted him for two years.

I told you what he's capable of.

You still let him out.

- Enough!

- [clears throat]

- Tim, take it easy.

So how do we think this all went down?

- Well, from what we can see,

two men hit the guy posted up outside,

then ambushed the other two detectives

in the alley when they came out.

- [sighs] And upstairs?

- Best we can tell, Olivas overpowered Detective Da Silva

and got his weapon.

You two, interview the girlfriend.

Take her pulse, see what she knows.

- We got her parked at a spot in Brooklyn.

She won't talk.

- Sarge, how about if we give it to Reyes,

let-let him take a shot?

Do we know if any of the families have been notified?

- Detectives are going out now. I'll handle the Frasier family.

- We can take the Da Silva family.

Tommy was like a brother to us back in the day.

We worked Anti Crime together.

- I'm sorry for you both.

- Detective Stabler. - Sir.

- Let me get a minute.

[indistinct chatter]

Huh?

- I'm good.

- Yeah, mm.

- So was I until I answered the phone this morning.

Do you remember Savini and Jones?

Shot dead in their squad car?

- Like it was yesterday.

- Mm.

- You put that case together.

- Yeah. You closed it.

- Remember how?

[soft tense music]

None of that was easy, if I'm honest.

I never get comfortable with violence.

Not like some guys.

[tense music]

* *

- I'll do what needs to be done.

- Good. [inhales deeply]

Whole world's going to be watching us.

It's time we get to be the heroes in the story again.

* *

- Look, you got to tell us.

Where is he?

- [sighs] - Has he called?

[door opens and closes]

[sighs] - Anything I should know?

- She don't say much, Detective,

but she's got plenty to hide.

- [speaking Spanish]

- I want to go home.

- [sighs]

- You know what?

Let's find someplace else to talk.

Vamos.

- [softly] OK.

- Just grab a seat.

Better?

- Yeah. Thank you.

- Hey, look.

I heard what they did.

Even I think it's fucked up.

- I was shopping with friends.

They came in like an army, they put a bag on my head,

and they-

I expect that kind of thing in M�xico, not here.

- I'm sorry you had to go through that.

- I want to go home.

I want to see my son.

- Where is he now?

- With his grandparents.

His brother's in Coyoac�n.

- So what, you just came up here to shop?

- I came here to support Miguel in his trial.

- He had help.

This was planned.

- Miguel doesn't trust me like that.

- Like what?

* *

- He keeps me out of that side of his life.

What we have is separate.

- Yeah.

[sighs] OK.

Let me ask you this.

How do you feel about what he did?

- What he did?

- Kill four cops and an ADA. All of them have families.

- How much do you know about Miguel?

- Enough.

- Do you know his wife and infant daughter

were murdered by police?

- Is that the truth?

- They were burned alive.

- By cops?

- Cops made it happen.

[tense somber music]

- Look, I don't know nothing about that.

What I do know is you're in New York City

and if you don't cooperate, they're going to bury you.

- You can't keep me here. I've done nothing wrong.

- Have you had contact with Miguel

since you've been here? - No!

- None whatsoever?

- [sighs] You can check my phone.

- We will.

As a matter of fact- [door opens]

- Detective, we just got a call from high up.

They want her moved.

- Why?

- Something about her safety.

- We'll finish this later.

* *

- Please.

Let me see my little boy.

* *

Please.

* *

- [sighs]

Let me see what I can do.

* *

- Where's that animal now?

- We got every cop looking for him.

He's not going to get out of here.

- That's funny.

Tommy would always joke about this job catching up to him.

Like if he laughed about it, it wouldn't happen.

- Mary, if there's anything you need, anything.

- [sighs] I just appreciate you both being here.

- I owe a lot to Tommy.

I don't think I'd be sitting here without him.

He ever tell you that story?

- Mm-mm.

- Back in our Anti Crime days...

- Mm. - South Bronx, chasing a perp.

It was Christmas Eve.

- Oh, miserably cold. - Yeah.

And we wind up in the Patterson Houses,

which was very tough back in the day.

And we're chasing the guy up the fire escape.

Got to be 20 flights or so.

And it's night, so it's dark.

- Cold.

- And I take a wrong step.

And there's nothing underneath me.

And I remember thinking,

you better start saying your prayers, kid.

When a hand grabs my shoulder, pulls me back.

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[soft somber music]

It's like the hand of God. [sniffles]

He was a good man.

- I hope it's the two of you that finds that animal.

* *

- We will.

* *

- You still work in the ER at Kings County?

- No, not since Tommy's daddy got sick.

- Mm.

- Yeah, I took some time off

to, you know, to look after him.

Mm?

- No, I'm good. Thank you.

* *

- Was, uh, Tommy working something else?

Like a side job?

* *

[tense music]

- Why?

- Just asking.

- Doesn't sound like just asking, Tim.

- Mary, I'm trying to look at this from every angle.

That's all.

- An angle that makes Tommy look dirty?

- No, no, that's not what he's saying, Mary.

- This is all about you and the kids now.

So anything you know,

anything you can give us to get ahead of this thing.

- I know that Tommy was a great cop.

- You ever hear him mention Miguel Olivas?

- OK, OK. - You got some balls.

- All right. We're gonna go.

- I consider the two of you brothers.

- We considered him a brother.

- You come into his home after he's been murdered

by some psycho and you question his integrity?

- No one's questioning-

* *

- You both can get the hell out of my house.

* *

- What the hell was that about?

- Pretty sure that, uh, Tommy was in on it.

- In on what?

- Think he helped Olivas escape.

- Bullshit.

- I heard Tommy's voice on Frasier's recorder.

He was fighting with Olivas.

- I bet he was.

- Before it got physical.

- Before Olivas shot him, he said something.

- What did-what'd he say?

- Something like you've made it worse for the both of us.

That's what it sounded like.

- But you're not sure?

- Audio wasn't great.

- So you take a run at his wife?

- She's lying.

[scoffs] She's lying.

You think anyone could overpower Tommy for his weapon?

The hand of God?

The one that held you up 20 floors?

Come on.

- If they're in it together, why does Olivas kill him?

- Olivas uses him, then he cuts his strings.

That's how he works.

* *

Look at that house.

How did he afford that? Huh?

Lookit.

I live in a box in Red Hook

and he's out here like, uh, King Louis?

* *

- Tim, if you're right-

- I wish I wasn't.

But I heard what I heard.

* *

- Means Tommy sent those detectives to their death.

[tense musical crescendo]

* *

- A manhunt is underway

for one of the most dangerous criminals in recent memory.

Miguel "El Diablo" Olivas has left an assistant DA

and four police officers dead.

[remote clicks]

- [sighs]

- What'd you get from the girlfriend?

- Lucero?

Nothing, really.

- But you talked to her, right?

- Yeah.

I took a shot.

- And you got nothing?

- You guys spooked her.

Black bagging people like the fucking CIA?

We'd be lucky to get her to agree to a lunch order,

let alone talk.

- She's as dirty as he is.

- Yeah, I didn't get that vibe.

- That was TARU.

The good news is they ran traffic cams wide,

about a 20-block radius around the hotel,

and they were able to ID the hired gunman.

[phone buzzing] Both Salvadoran.

- Salvadoran? - What's the bad news?

- They were spotted on camera

in a airport in Central America.

- What about Olivas?

- [sighs] Nothing yet.

- So he's still in the city? - Well.

- Hey, just following up.

- Let me ask you something.

- Go ahead.

- What's your, uh,

appetite for getting a little creative here?

- Like?

- Like we used to.

[tense music]

- [sighs]

What'd you have in mind?

- Bring in the girlfriend.

I'm gonna make a call.

* *

- You said earlier that you'd had no contact

with Miguel since you've been here.

That right?

- Mm, that's correct.

- How about before?

- Before what?

- Before you came to New York City.

- We speak all the time.

I write him.

- He mention anything about escaping?

- No. Never.

- Nothing about where he'd go,

how he might get out of the city?

- [sighs]

[speaking Spanish]

- And I want to do that for you,

but the thing is we're finding it hard to believe

that you had nothing to do with this.

- [scoffs] You think Ishot those police officers?

Drove the getaway car?

- No. We know who did that.

- Then what?

- Well, Miguel knew the DA would grant him

a 24-hour release if he flipped.

- He didn't want to flip.

- Mm?

- They didn't give him a choice.

- Right, because they had you.

- Because you people used me.

- Well,

do you see where I'm going with this, though, Lucero?

None of this happens, no 24-hour release,

no escape, no cops getting shot

if not for you being in New York.

- Are you suggesting

I willingly put myself in this situation?

- Did you?

[door opens]

[door closes]

[tense music]

* *

- You know me?

* *

I hear you want to see your kid.

- Yes.

- [sniffles]

* *

- Say hi.

* *

Oh, no, no. Don't worry.

Uh, your parents have been looking after him.

And, uh, we got them too.

- [gasps]

[tense somber music]

* *

[speaking Spanish]

The killer cop.

- Oh, you know me.

I got friends still in Mexico, people who owe me some favors.

So I'm going to ask you a question,

and your answer is going to determine

whether I call in one of those favors.

* *

Where's Miguel?

* *

One call.

They'll take 'em someplace you will never find them.

[Lucero gasps and sobs]

- He's the one I told you about.

The cop who murdered Miguel's family!

- Where's Miguel?

- He murdered a child!

- You are three seconds away from never seeing yours.

Where is he?

- McKenna. [Lucero sobbing]

Stabler.

[Lucero sobbing]

* *

[Stabler sighs]

- You had her family kidnapped?

- Detained.

- And you knew about this?

- No, not exactly.

Look, Sarge, it was a ruse, right?

- Federales are not going to hurt anybody.

These are my boys.

- Do you know what kind of shit's gonna come down on us?

- Ma'am, all due respect,

the rules are a little different on this one.

- Take her back to the safe house.

- Not until she talks.

- Detective.

This is my house, which means there's only one rule.

[door opens]

- Olivas is going to be on the 10:05 train to Brewster.

- Lucero just tell you that?

- From there, he's going to hop on a Greyhound to Canada.

- 10:05?

- Can we get Transit to shut it down?

- It's going to take at least an hour

to get a commander on the phone.

- We got to move.

- Go.

* *

[indistinct radio chatter]

* *

- Whoa, whoa.

[indistinct chatter]

- What's going on? - NYPD! Move!

* *

- Back up!

[indistinct radio chatter]

- What's going on?

* *

- Whoa!

- Jesus. Just get out of the way.

* *

- Keep going. Whoa, whoa. Go.

Ted, take 'em.

- The next 6th Avenue local M train is now arriving...

- Subway.

* *

- Olivas!

[gunshot]

[people shouting] Police! Down! Get down!

[hostage screaming]

- Stay down.

[hostage whimpering]

[gunshot]

[people shouting]

[gunfire]

[Olivas groans]

[people clamoring]

* *

- Train, train.

* *

- Get down! Police!

- I need these trains locked down!

Stay down!

* *

Stay down! Get down!

Move!

* *

Where is he? Where is he?

* *

- We hit him!

- Perp heading upstairs to the street level.

- Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

- Yes, sir. Yes, he's right here.

Mm-hmm. I'll tell him.

Saubert wants to see you right away.

- Any updates?

- No, but we do know Olivas was wounded, so he can't be far.

- Mm.

- I also reached out to McKenna's supervisor

from that joint task force he was a part of.

- Mm-hmm?

- Did you know the DEA sealed his file?

- What do you mean sealed?

- It's confidential. Nobody can open it.

Look, I know you two are tight,

but I can't have him on this with you.

It's too much of a liability.

- Where's McKenna?

- Took off.

- He left?

- Yeah. He seemed out of it.

The hell's wrong with that guy?

What's his deal?

[Stabler sighs]

[banging on door]

- What, all of a sudden, you're the king of the Irish goodbyes?

- Want a beer?

- No, I don't want a beer. I want to talk.

- What is this? What is all this?

- See, this is all Olivas.

And he's hiding here somewhere.

- I need some answers.

- The Salvadoran connection.

- Is it true? - That's what it is.

Because they're protecting him

and they're protecting him like he's a load.

- What Lucero said, is it true?

- [sighs] You know-what?

- Did you kill Olivas's family?

- Whoa.

What?

- Is that why your file is sealed?

- Who told you that?

- You made my sergeant very uncomfortable.

- Oh, sorry.

I don't fucking answer to her.

- She's not the one asking. I am.

- [scoffing laugh]

Oh, OK.

- Is it true?

I'm asking.

Is it true?

- I fed Olivas's guy some information, OK?

And yes.

That information sadly resulted

in the death of his wife and his daughter.

I thought that they would take him out.

I thought they'd take him out.

[sighs softly]

But instead...

they put the wife and his two-year-old daughter

in an oil drum and they set them on fucking fire.

Olivas, he's a fucking virus

and he was spreading and I had to stop it.

- And you did. You got him.

- No. He's out!

You know what?

[chuckling] I could have put him in the fucking ground.

And he'd still be with me every day.

I can't look at my own daughter without seeing his.

And I fucking hate him for it.

And I fucking hate everything he's done.

Hey.

Everything he's done.

But I hate myself more...

for everything I did.

[sighs]

- What, do you think I'm proud of everything I've done?

Tim, they got to remember us for what we stood for,

not just what we became in order to get the job done,

but no one else would do it.

Hey.

All right? - Uh-huh.

- Now, come on. Hey.

Come on, hey.

Olivas.

Right? You think he's hiding?

- He's got to be. His face is everywhere.

- OK, and we know he's got

a connection with the Salvadorans.

- Yeah, well, they move the drugs for the cartel.

- OK.

If you treat Olivas like a load of drugs,

where you going to park him?

- [scoffs softly]

With the mules at the stash house.

- Stash house.

- There's too many of them. They're all over the city.

- Mm-hmm.

- There's way too- there's no time to peg him.

[phone line trilling] - Hey.

That thing you're working on, the Salvadoran pipeline.

- Yeah. What about it?

- Fill me in on that fifth stash house you're looking at,

the one that you think is being protected.

- Yeah, it's a theory, but

I think it's someone in the department.

- Why do you think that?

- Because every time I get close, somebody tips them off.

- Would that somebody be a detective in the DA's office?

- I wasn't looking there, but sure.

- You got somebody on the inside,

who could maybe steer us to a location?

- I got someone I can take another run at.

Why?

- You do that. I'll call you back.

- What was that about?

- I don't know, a hunch. Stay put.

- No. I'm coming.

- No, Tim. You're not.

[tense somber music]

I'll call you.

* *

[door opens and closes]

- Sorry for your loss.

- Thank you so much. I'll see you soon.

I'd offer you something, Elliot,

but if you're not here to apologize,

this will be real quick.

- Well, I don't have a lot of time,

so what I say may sound insensitive.

Tim was right.

Tommy's wrapped up in all of this,

and I think you know how bad.

Mary, there's a recording.

Tommy's on it along with Olivas.

Now, you can talk to me now,

or take your chances on the next guys who show up.

How'd Tommy get the money to afford this place?

What was he up to?

- He's been going to Staten Island a lot.

- What was in Staten Island?

- First I thought he was screwing around.

You know, having an affair.

- So what was he doing?

- [sighs softly]

I followed him once and he met some guys in a parking lot.

- What guys? Cops?

- No, these weren't cops.

And so I turned around and I went home.

- Mary, was Tommy working for the cartel?

* *

Was Tommy working for the cartel?

Was Tommy working for the cartel?

- You all have given everything you had to this city...

to this job.

[chuckles softly]

And look how they treat you, hmm?

All these new policies now

pushing cops out, no pension.

Nothing to fall back on.

* *

And Tommy wasn't going to let us end up broke and penniless.

- Anne Frasier gave everything she had

to this city and this town,

and her family will be burying her in a closed casket

because the piece of shit that Tommy was helping to escape

beat her beyond recognition.

* *

Now, the only shred of dignity here, Mary...

is if you tell me everything you know.

[tense music]

* *

- Yo, so which one is it?

- Hey, man. You said I could pick which state, right?

- That's what I said.

- OK. California?

- California's a state, yeah.

- We'll relocate you to the moon if you want.

- Could you send me someplace warm?

- Which house is it?

- Right over there. Last one on the left.

[tense music]

* *

- Stay here.

* *

- You think Da Silva's my dirty cop?

- Unfortunately, that's how it's adding up.

[handgun slides clicking]

- Should we call anyone?

- No.

- Mm.

* *

- You ready? - Let's do it.

* *

- Take the front, I'll take the back.

- Copy.

[door opens]

* *

[loud thump]

* *

[heavy scraping]

* *

[faint rapid breathing]

* *

[ragged breathing]

* *

[Olivas choking and gasping]

* *

- H-h-h-h-help me.

[choking continuing]

* *

Help me.

* *

Help me.

* *

- Sir?

- What a day, huh?

- What a day.

- I wanted to commend you personally, Detective.

- Thank you.

- Though I got to say

bringing Olivas in here breathing

wasn't what I expected of you.

But you got him.

- We got him.

- Get some rest.

You earned it.

- Sir.

What you said earlier about me

being comfortable with violence...

maybe I am.

But lately, it's what comes after that doesn't feel right.

[distant siren wailing]

Warmer inside.

- I bet.

But I have a feeling

your sergeant doesn't want to see my face anymore.

- Eh, she'll get over it.

- Where is he?

Olivas?

- Intensive care.

- He going to make it?

- [sighs] It looks that way.

- Well.

Hey, I'm glad it was with you.

There's something, uh, maybe poetic about that.

- Why don't you go down there and see him, talk to him?

- See who? - Olivas.

- What for?

- I think it might do you some good,

maybe help put this all to rest.

- Oh, you do?

And who told you that?

Crisis counselor?

- No, no.

Look, it's just, I-

I want to see you get out of this.

- Mm-hmm.

[soft dramatic music]

I'm good.

* *

But hey, thank you.

[hand pats softly]

* *

You know... - Mm?

* *

- It was really fucked about Tommy.

- Yeah.

* *

- I know you looked up to him always.

- Yeah.

- Well, we all did.

* *

- [exhales deeply]

[phone beeps]

[phone line trilling]

- Hey, Dad.

- Hey. I didn't wake you, did I?

- No, I'm still up.

- I'm just checking in on you.

- Oh.

- Everything is going to be OK.

I love you.

[wolf howls]

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