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I, ooh

I choose you, baby

-I -Oh-ooh oh-oh-oh

-I choose you, baby -I choose you

And I'll tell you why

You were there

When no one else

Would be in my corner

Girl, and it's you That I've learned to love

And to place no one above

Oh, how can I ever thank you

Mmm. Except take you home

And make you my lovin' wife…

-Mmm. -Mm-hmm.

Where'd you go tonight?

Oh, just out.

-With some friends. -Mm.

-Looking like that, wow. -Yeah.

Mm. Which friends?

Just some girls.

-Ah. -Yeah. You don't know them.

-I don't know 'em? -No.

-Huh? -Mm-hmm.

How do you know that?

I know a lot of people.

Where'd you guys go?

Oh, just to Vinny's.

And… and you wore this to just

go out with those girls?

-Mm-hmm. -Mm? To Vinny's?

-Mm-hmm. -Hmm.

I'm a lucky guy.

You're beautiful.

Who were you really with?

-It's okay. Tell me. -I told you, baby.

-I told you. -Hey.

I know what you're doin'.

You're trying to ruin my reputation.

Your reputation?

Baby.

You owe money all over town.

You can't pay your tab at your own bar.

What's your reputation?

Ow.

Ow!

Jesus.

Clean it up.

No.

Sheila, clean it up.

I'm not picking it up, Dick.

I'm not gonna tell you again.

Clean it up.

Clean it up right now!

Fuck you.

Fuck me?

Fuck.

-I said clean it up! -I'm not fucking cleaning it up!

Fuck! Yeah?

Fuck you. You see what you made me do?

Fucking pathetic!

I'm pathetic?

Fuck you, Dick.

-Fuck me? -Yeah, you're--

Ah!

Bitch!

Fuck.

-Please, Dad. -Bitch!

Stop!

Go back to bed or you're next.

Fucking little shit.

Don't touch him!

Don't fucking do it.

Don't get up.

All right.

You asked for it.

This is not my fuckin' fault.

You did this.

Oh, here we go. Here we…

I need one of these phones, please.

Can I have one of the phones, please?

Hello, please. So sorry to interrupt. Can I have one of the phones, please?

-Which one? -The red phone right there. The red box.

The red one. Yep, thank you. How much?

$55.45.

$55.45.

Okay. I do not have money.

But what I do have

is this.

Huh?

Isn't that pretty? That's diamonds and gold. More than $55, okay?

-I know, but-- -That's for you. This is for me, okay?

Please just leave him alone for one second, miss.

This is 55,000, and this is $54.

-This is yours. This is mine. -No, I--

You put it in your mouth.

Put it in your mouth like a vampire, you know?

Put it in. Try it. What about this?

Ma'am, diamonds. Give it to her. Is this your wife, your girlfriend?

For her birthday or something? Put this in her mouth.

She can shut the fuck up.

If you put that in her mouth, she'll be quiet, huh?

No, no, no, that's good. Give it to her. She'll shut up.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hey, wait a minute!

-Can I have your name again? -Jake. Friedken. I'm the owner.

Did you see the shooter? Give me a description?

No. I mean, he was wearing a mask.

Not a mask. You know, one of those--

-So he was a white guy? -Yeah.

-White guy, like you? -Not like me.

-How tall? -No, not like me.

I don't know. I mean, yeah, was he white? I don't know. He was wearing a mask.

-Is he the one who shot that guy there? -Yeah.

-That's his partner maybe? -Maybe.

-You know him? -No.

-No? -No.

-You sure? -Yeah, I'm sure. Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

-No. Get the fuck outside. -Get the fuck outta here!

-Back outside. Back outside, asshole. Now. -You piece of shit. Cocksucker.

Let's go.

You fuckin' asshole.

Hey, Jake.

It's me. Don't hang up. Can you talk? You alone?

What did you do, you fucker?

What did you do, you fucker? You fucked us.

You gotta help me We're in a lot of fuckin' trouble. Do--

Do not say "we." Are you fucking crazy?

What just happened? What the fuck just happened?

You fucker. You fucker. You total fucker. You asshole.

-Is he dead? -Who? Who?

Junior. Is he… is he fuckin' dead?

Is he dead?

Is he fucking dead? Are you crazy?

Is he dead? You shot him in the fucking head.

And we're fucked. We are completely fucked.

You ass. You've ruined everything. You fucked us!

You fucked us!

Yeah, I… I know… I know I shot him in the fuckin' head.

I did that to fuckin' save your life, okay?

To save your goddamn life.

So how about a little bit of gratitude and a little less yelling at me?

Okay?

Wait! Wait!

What were you even fucking doing there, man?

What were you fucking doing there? I called it off.

I talked to Mancuso. I fucking talked to him, and we were done.

I had a gun to my head, Jake. Do you think I had a choice?

What are you gonna fucking do, Vin, huh? What are you gonna fucking do?

Do they know that it's me? Did you tell them?

No. I don't… Do they know? I don't fucking know. I mean…

Good. Good.

How long, huh? How long before they find out?

A long fuckin' time. A very long time, as long as you keep your mouth shut.

You are un-fucking-believable.

You are un-fucking-believable, you fucking ass!

Listen, I got a plan. I'm gonna get out of here. I'm leaving.

I just need you to do me one thing, okay? One… just one last favor.

-What? -And then that's it. I'm gone.

I need you to get Gen outta town.

-Can you do that for me? -Why?

As soon as Mancuso finds out it's me, what do you--

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I gotta talk to Val.

Fuck. I gotta talk to Val.

Jake, everything is gonna be fine.

She just needs to lay low, and I need to get outta town.

Fuck you! Yes, I have to get to fucking Val

because you fucking dragged us all into this.

You dragged us all into this.

Yeah. Hunter, Val, they're all in the firing line.

Oh Christ. What did you do?

You fucker. What are you gonna do now, huh? You're gonna fucking run?

You're fucking running?

Huh?! Wes is in the hospital, and you're fucking running!

No, I got one thing that I gotta do first, but then, yeah, I'm gone.

I'm leaving. I just… I need you to do this one last thing for me. Can you do it?

Jake, I need to hear you say it.

Can you help me this one last time?

Yes. Yes.

Great. Thank you.

Good.

And then… and then… and then I'll be gone, okay?

You just keep your mouth shut. I'll be gone.

You'll have your wish, okay? Once and for all.

-You all right? -Goodbye.

Vin, you all right?

Excuse me.

-Hello? -Hey, Gen.

-Who? -Gen, it's Jake.

Oh yeah. I'm… What?

-Listen. -I can't hear--

No, no, no, listen to me!

I… It's important, all right?

You gotta go home. Yeah, now. You gotta go home.

What?

Gen. Where the fuck are you? Go home! You're not safe. It's your dad.

Wait, what about Dad? What about Dad?

What about Dad? Jake, what about Dad?

-What happened? -Val's coming.

Jake.

Call me back!

Call me back.

I can't fucking hear. Fuck. Fuck.

All right. All right.

Ellen, this just came in on the hot sheet.

That's your case. The Black Rabbit.

There was a shooting.

Two DOA and two likely.

One of the likelies is a male known to the department.

-Both were moved to Bellevue Hospital. -Who?

I think it might be Wes Williams.

We know how they got in?

There's a service door on the street. Came up the back, opened the safe.

The door was unlocked. They had the combo?

All the statements are the same.

One of the vics got frisky, tried to be a hero,

and that's when the first guns were fired.

This one got dropped by his partner after the other two vics went down.

Took off with the bag.

We know who he is?

Waiting on his prints. You think this has something to do with your case?

Maybe.

What are you doin'?

We'll get rats.

-I can't just leave this shit out. -We can get someone to do that.

Roxie.

-Hey, Roxie, it's okay. -No.

-It's okay. -No.

I heard they took Tony to Bellevue. I'm really sorry.

-Mm. -You think Jake was involved?

Roxie.

Do you know where he is now?

Sorry, Detective. We have a name.

-Hey. -Where are you, and what happened?

Yeah, I was… I was gonna call you.

-Are you okay? -Listen to me.

There was a… there was a robbery. Two guys with guns.

-What? At the Rabbit? -And Wes tried to stop 'em.

Oh my God. Is he okay? Is--

I don't know. It's bad.

Yeah, it's bad. The paramedics took him to Bellevue.

-Tony too. -Fuck.

Just get there as soon as you can, all right?

Where are you?

-I'm with the cops. I'll be there soon. -Jake, I--

-All right. -Jake.

Val!

Val!

Val! Wake up!

Valentina!

Valentina! It's Jake!

Get in here. What are you doing?

-Are you crazy? -Come on. Come upstairs.

What?

Close the door! Come on.

Hunter and you gotta go to the beach house.

-What are you doing? -I told you.

I told you. You and Hunter… Hunter gotta go.

You've gotta get… get Gen.

-Okay, calm down. -Go to the beach house.

-Calm down. -Fuck me! Open this case.

I don't know what's going on, Jake.

You gotta go to the beach house. I'll join you tomorrow. Call the garage.

Have them bring up the car.

This is crazy. You need to slow down and tell me--

Why aren't you packing? These are fucking dangerous people!

I'm sorry.

People are dead.

Who's dead? Hmm?

Wes and Tony are in the hospital.

There was a shooting at the… at the Rabbit.

Where's Vince? Where's Vince, huh?

-I don't know. Vince… I don't know. -Is Vince okay?

-He's fucking mixed up in something. -Stop it.

Fuck. He's a fuckin' asshole.

-Stop. -He's a fucking asshole.

You're not safe here. All right? You're not safe here.

Come over here, please.

-Calm down. -No.

-Stop. Listen to me. Stop. -You need to pack for Hunter.

-'Cause you're not safe here. -Sh.

I need you to breathe. Okay? Why do Hunter and I have to leave?

Val…

-Dad. -What?!

Here, baby.

Drink.

It's not the police. Don't worry.

What are we gonna do? I don't want Vince to get into trouble.

I don't want Vince to get into trouble.

"I'm gonna take care of this. Okay? Don't worry."

How am I gonna tell Jake?

"You can never tell Jake."

"You can never tell anyone."

"This…"

"Vince is gonna have to carry this."

"Take Vince upstairs."

Look, it's a million dollars at least.

Grab your keys and meet me there in 30 minutes.

I need some fuckin' backup.

Hey, Vince, I…

Hey, Vince, I… I don't… I don't… I don't… I don't know. I don't know.

Hey, Matt. You don't need a half a million dollars?

All we gotta do is hand the bag to a jeweler and walk out with the money.

It's a piece of cake.

Well, I don't know. I mean, what… I know.

What… what… what if they're waiting for us?

I mean, what if Mancuso called that fence and told them we're coming and then--

Oh my God.

Jesus Christ. Unbelievable.

Are you kidding me? What, you wanna turn your back on me too?

Get in line. Fuck, I'll do it myself. Good luck with your tip jar.

Come on, man. What did I do?

What the fuck did I do?

I'm only in this mess because of you, you fucking rat.

Oh God. Come on, Vince.

Had you not rolled over on Junior,

I'd still be going out, doing my own thing,

taking care of business, no fucking nonsense.

He stuck a gun in my balls.

Well, I'm surprised he could find them, you nutless piece of shit.

Come on, Vince. Please.

Don't go up there.

Just leave.

Come on. Money's no good if you're dead.

Well, I'm dead without it. There's no way I'm gonna start over with nothing.

Look, the least you can do is gas up that shitty car of yours, okay,

'cause I'm coming back for it. Thanks for nothin', all right?

What a night, huh?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

As soon as she comes, okay? We'll get on the road.

Jesus.

You scared me. Get in the car, okay?

Get in the back.

-Get in the back. -Is it my dad?

-I don't know, hon. -Oh fuck.

I'm sorry, but you gotta get in the car, okay?

I don't wanna run. I don't wanna do that. That's his thing. That's not what I do.

No, I know. I know you don't, and I understand. I get it.

But right now, it's not safe, so you gotta come with us, honey.

-Okay? -I can't.

What?

I know that's fucking stupid, but that's my choice

because it's my life, Val, and I can't…

I can't do what he does.

-I'm sorry. I love you so much. -No, sweetheart, wait. Come on.

-I love you, Hunter. I'm sorry, Val. -Gen!

-Please let me go. -Sweetheart! Please!

Gen, come on.

Fuck.

All right. Come on.

You gotta fuckin' help me here. This is your world, right?

Come on. Your fucking client has got fingerprints all over this shit,

and it is a shitstorm!

-What do I do? -You done?

Listen.

The only people who are aware of your connection to this situation

are this Mancuso character, his associate, and your brother.

I'm assuming the first two are not inclined to talk.

-No. -Well, it doesn't look good.

You fled the scene.

My advice is you get your ass to the hospital.

Yeah.

You start looking like someone who didn't do this.

When they ask why you ran,

you were in shock.

Someone put a gun to your head.

You watched your best friend get shot.

-You went home to see your son. -Yeah.

It's not so brave, but it sells.

All right.

The bigger issue is your brother.

No.

I… I… I… I mean, I think he's leaving town.

-Road trip? -Well--

-That's the play? -Yeah.

How far you think he gets?

Yeah, well, the fuckin' asshole is pretty experienced at running.

Yeah, and leaving you with the bag.

You wanna be the one holding it

when this father finds out who killed his son

and wants to settle the score?

No one gets away, Jake.

It is only a matter of time. They will find out it's Vince,

and there are only two ways it can go.

One, he gets caught by the police.

Maybe he cuts a deal.

Maybe your name comes up.

Maybe my client's does too.

-Or… -Or?

He gets caught by Mancuso,

and there's probably not a lot of talking after that.

It ceases to be a problem for either of us.

There's one sure thing.

This is a zero-sum game.

It's either you

or your brother.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Boss, boss, boss, boss.

I'm so fucking sorry, okay?

I swear I did what you told me. I went to the airport.

I fucking dropped him, and then I went home.

Don't fucking lie to me.

I'm not fucking lying!

I swear! I swear.

You think I had something to do with this?

I brought him in the car to the airport.

I fucking watched him bring his bags, drop them, and go.

I fucking loved your son.

I was not there.

I wasn't.

Fuck.

So who was with him at the Rabbit?

Who else would he have called?

Who else did he trust?

Fuck.

Boran maybe?

Silvestri?

No, fuck. Fuck, no.

-You were supposed to keep him in line. -I know. I'm sorry.

Why did he go?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Did Junior tell you something?

Yes.

He felt like he had something…

To prove himself to you.

I want to find this dead man before the cops.

Me too. Me too.

That shit that Junior stole,

do you know how he was planning on moving it?

Yes.

You know his connect in the diamond district?

You go there.

I have another idea to check.

Okay?

We should go too.

-Hey. -Oh my God!

What do we know? Okay, it's okay.

Yeah, I'm okay. We don't know… I don't know anything.

-So worried. -Have you spoken to Tony?

No. I've been trying to find his mom's phone number.

His family's over there. That's all we have.

There's a huge line. We don't know.

-Excuse me. -Hello?

-Excuse me. I'm sorry. Excuse me. -One second.

-Excuse me, miss. -Tony Bonillo.

Excuse me. I've been here for hours.

Do we know anything about Tony Bonillo or Wes Williams?

-My stomach is going crazy. -We understand.

We'll get to you as soon as we can.

We don't understand why we're still waiting.

-Will you stay here? -I mean…

-Stay here. -I'll stay here.

How is he?

I don't think good. They're not telling us anything.

What happened?

I… I don't know. Um…

He was, uh… He got involved, right? And, uh, he tried to stop it.

You told me this wouldn't be the last time I talked to him.

It won't.

It won't. It won't.

-Who the fuck did this? -I don't know.

I don't know.

-Did you see anyone? -They were masked.

They were all wearing masks.

-How's it going? -Who the fuck are you?

I'm the guy lookin' for Lil' Hymie.

My name is Hyman, asshole.

-Hyman, how's it going? -Where's Junior? I deal with him.

-He got held up. He sent me. -Yeah, and you are?

Uh, Ryan Babbit. He said it's gonna be 40%.

You're Babbit?

Yeah, I'm Babbit. Who the fuck are you? TSA? You wanna see my passport?

Junior said we're doin' 40%. You wanna do this business or not?

Let me give Junior a call. All right, tough guy?

A great plan if you wanna talk to cops 'cause they got him.

You wanna do this, you're gonna do it with me. And we gotta do it fast.

This is a million dollars' worth of merchandise.

I was told cash on delivery, but if you were bullshitting,

if you're fuckin' nervous or somethin', I can call my guy Trombino.

All right, no, no, no. Just wait.

Don't go to fuckin' Trombino, all right?

-Relax. -Great.

-Let me get my fuckin' glass on. -Go for it.

-And I'll see what you got. -Do it.

This is Ben Baller?

Yeah, it's Ben Baller. Ben made the chain. Whatever his fuckin' catchphrase is.

It's real. It's legit. Get your spyglass. Take a look.

Come on, guy. Middle of the night. Let's do it.

-Relax. -All right.

-All right? -Yeah. Don't look at me.

Look at that. Are we gonna fuck or do business?

-Let me do my work, please. -Please, thank you.

Yeah. Don't flatter yourself, buddy. I wouldn't fuck you, all right?

-Yeah, well… -You kinda smell like shit, to be honest.

Thanks a lot. I've been running.

The back door's always unlocked. The kitchen staff never locks the door.

We got a family here. It's unbelievable. The computer's down.

They claim there's absolutely no information.

Not blaming this on anybody. It was people that broke into the Rabbit.

Who the fuck are they? Because I don't understand what's--

-I don't know. I don't know who-- -Are you fucking arguing? Come on.

-She was… She said I was… -Come on. Stop that.

You two bickering? Stop that. Nobody's fault.

-I have a question. -It's nobody's fault.

-Think we're gonna go back to work? -Going back to work? Christ.

-Maybe not now, Joe. -What are you doin' here?

-What? -Who did you call, huh?

Who did you call? You just fuckin' ran out.

You left us all there.

Who were you calling?

Who did you call? Who were you on the phone to?

Who were you on the phone to?

I went to see my son, okay?

-No. Fucking bullshit. -Got a fucking problem with that?

-That is fucking bullshit! -No, it's fucking not bullshit.

-No. -Roxie. All right, listen.

Don't fucking touch me. You're a liar.

You're a fuckin' liar.

I had a fucking gun…

I had a gun held to my fucking head, Rox.

Okay? Who the fuck do you think you are?

I'm the one who fuckin' held his hand. I'm the one who fuckin' stayed.

-I know, and that's great you did that. -No, Jake. Tony fuckin' told me.

-What? -Tony told me.

-What are you talking about? -You deleted those fuckin' security tapes.

Why would you do that?

-Why would you do somethin' like that? -Hey. Come here.

-Where are you going? -With the cop.

No, but where…

-You ever see him before? -No.

-No? -No.

You sure?

A lot of people come through, so… But…

Why'd you pull off his mask?

He had a gun to my fucking head.

I wanted to see who he was.

Did you think it might be someone you knew?

-Why would it be someone I knew? -Let's come back to that.

Who else had access to your office?

Uh… tonight, the jewelers, security--

What about the back door to the restaurant?

Uh… day-to-day deliveries. The staff leave it unlocked sometimes.

Well, wouldn't the robbers have to know that? Or else they'd need a key.

Should I call a lawyer?

You tell me. I don't know. Do you think you should call a lawyer?

I found that in the trash can in the bathroom upstairs.

This look like numbers to you?

It's the combination to your safe.

-What are you implying? -Why'd you leave the scene?

I was

scared.

-Never been in a shooting before? -Of course not.

So that's the watch that caused all this trouble?

-Why didn't you just give it to them? -Well, it was a gift.

A gift from my dead father.

Can I see it?

Who called you on the phone?

Hmm?

After the shooting, you got a call from an unlisted number.

You were on the call for five minutes.

Uh…

-I-- -Yeah, careful, Jake.

Before you answer that, think.

If there's something you'd like to tell me, now's the time.

Because if I find out you're lying or withholding information

about who pulled that trigger

or what happened to Anna, there's no leniency then.

-Do you know who pulled that trigger? -I'm the victim here.

I'm the victim.

I had a gun…

pointed at my head.

Two of my friends

are upstairs

fighting for their life.

Do you know who pulled that trigger?

No.

Is that it?

Is that it?

I think I gotta go.

Excuse me.

Fuckin' come on, Nostradamus. How's the fuckin' future?

Let's go. Come on. There's plenty of carats there, right?

Are we happy?

Let's do it.

No. No, no, no. You're not taking a goddamn phone call. You got work to do.

Put it down. Put that down, please.

-It's my dad. I gotta… The alarm. -Tell him to go back to bed.

-Hello? -Come on. Night-night, Papa.

-All right. Okay. -Hymie. Hey, please. Let's go.

My name is Hyman.

-That's too bad. Let's go. -Please respect me in my place of work.

-Just-- -Come on. Please.

He gets an alert.

-He's an insomniac. -Whatever.

It's enough. Get back to work, please.

Pipe down. Pipe down. Just… What a fuckin' asshole.

Hey, you've checked that one.

I missed a few carats, all right? I have to go back.

It's a standard fuckin' procedure, so…

You're fuckin' slow-playing me.

Why are you fuckin' pumping the brakes on me, huh?

Take it easy, man.

Why are you fuckin' pumping the brakes? Who was on this goddamn call, huh?

Motherfucker. Mother. Fucker.

-Your fuckin' dad? -I don't want any trouble. Just… fuckin'…

-Huh? Put some fucking money in there. -You got it. You got it.

-Open that fuckin' safe. -You got it. You got it.

Put some fuckin' money in that bag right now, you dirty motherfucker.

You got it, man.

Let's go. As much fuckin' cash as those little arms can carry.

More. More. As much as you can fuckin' grab.

Hurry the fuck up.

Tell me if there's a way out. Is there a back stairs here?

-Through the stairs down the hallway. -This is not a fuckin' robbery.

We had a deal, and this is fair. Fucker.

It feels like a fuckin' robbery, asshole.

It may feel bad

It may feel bad

It may feel bad

I wanna see you alone I wanna sharp the stone

I wanna bounce the bone I wanna mess with it

I wanna lay the deville The whole crew on the sill

I want the preacher and pill I wanna bless with it

I wanna head to a mass And get cast in it

That shit's funnier than any A-class Innit?

Hey, Gen.

Hey. It's Ryan.

Oh, hey. Lily.

Yeah. Lily.

This your place?

Yeah. What's up?

I need a word with your dad.

You know where he is?

No.

-No? -Mm-mm.

Why don't you… why don't you come with me? Maybe we can find him.

I'm not gonna do that.

Gen, listen to me. You can either get in the car,

or… or I'll just shoot you right here in the street.

Why don't you wipe that smile off your fuckin' face?

You're getting in the car whether you want to or not. You understand?

Get in the fuckin' car. Now.

I don't know where he is.

It's okay. We're gonna figure it out together.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Who told you he died?

I can't go back in there.

Everyone's on top of me, you know?

Crying, and…

I don't know what to say.

Why won't you look at me, Jake?

Who told you?

Who told you? So what, d…

does everyone know?

Are you listening to me?

'Cause it's my fault.

Are you listening?

It's my fault.

'Cause he tried to save me.

-It's not your fault. -Tried to help me.

-Yeah. -It's not your fault.

That's not what I mean.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

Jake.

What do you wanna tell me?

What do you wanna tell me, Jake?

Please tell me.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Jake.

It's Gen.

-You okay? -Hey.

I told him I didn't know anything.

Told who?

Where… You're with Val, right?

No.

I just… I was just really sick of this shit, so…

Give me the phone.

Jake, listen to me, man. This isn't something I like, okay?

So just tell me where Vince is, and I'll make sure he doesn't hurt her.

I don't know. I don't know.

You don't know. You don't fuckin' know.

Let me tell you what happens if you don't find out.

I've seen it and you haven't.

I'm taking her to Mancuso right now. He wants her.

He wants her.

She will end up in pieces in a fucking bag in the back of a trunk, Jake.

Do you understand me?

-Don't you make her be brave, Jake. -Hey, no. No. No. Fuck.

Hey. Hey.

Oh fuck.

Tell him to c…

tell him to chill out.

Tell him yourself. He's in the garage. I'll meet you there.

That was in her apartment?

It was under the couch.

See if we got a file on Vince Friedken.

Where is she?

Let her go.

Or I'm not talking.

"That's not how this works."

"You want us to leave her alone,

you are going to help us find your brother."

I don't know where he is.

"Then call him."

Surprise, sometimes

Will come around

Surprise, sometimes

Will come around

I will surprise you sometime

I'll come around

Oh, I will surprise you sometime

I'll come around

When you're down