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Previously on Necessary Roughness:

Noelle Sarris. SportsCom3. You ready to handle me, Donnally?

Saving money for college, can't get a job.

I know a way to make a lot of bank.

My brother has an open slot in his fantasy football league.

First prize takes home 20 grand.

- The buy-in? - Two grand.

I could front you the rest for use of your backyard for my organic herb business.

- You mean weed. - I'm being audited by the IRS.

I may owe over 80 grand in back taxes.

You make any accusations about TK's alleged drug abuse,

I will report this break-in to the authorities.

- You're fired! - You did this, Donnally.

- I'm coming for you. - Your office has been bugged.

- Who has the originals? - Marshall Pittman.

I need you to get the team to do an intervention for Terrence.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

Humpty was an egg.

And once he was broken...

even if you could pick up the pieces, put them back together...

he would never be quite the same.

Mister?

Mister, are you okay?

Mister, are you okay?

Sometimes, the ones who climb the highest fall the hardest.

Mister?

Mister, are you okay?

Yeah.

Pittman hired Tony Baldwin to bug the offices of Hawk employees?

And good morning to you too, Nico.

We are in a seriously exposed situation here.

I need to talk to Marshall. Now.

Well, sir, your wish is my command. He's due here tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? - Didn't think he'd miss the first game

of the season, did you?

Well, you make sure his first stop is me.

TK?

Yes, I'm taking some time off

and I am referring my patients to Dr. Crosetti in the interim,

so you should feel free to make an appointment with her.

Yeah, yeah. It is. It is a very well-deserved vacation.

Oh, no, no, no, Antoine. Antoine, don't cry.

I promise this is not about you, George.

Yes, Edwin, I do still think you should call your mother.

So let me see if I've got this straight.

Your office was bugged and the tapes are still "out there."

So you've suspended your therapy practice.

- Temporarily. - And therefore, don't have

a steady income stream right now.

- That's right. - And because of this

unforeseen circumstance,

you're asking to re-file your 9465 and 433-A forms

to request a monthly payment reduction?

It's just a temporary reprieve

and I promise that I will only kill you with kindness and not with biscotti.

Pardon me.

- I gotta get this. - The secret agent who bugged your office?

No, it's the secret agent who found the bug.

Of course it is.

Hey, Nico.

Okay.

It's time.

What you gonna do, kiss my forehead and tuck me in too?

- I don't think so. - I've got this, Nico.

I'm a grown-ass man, dawg, I don't--

Y'all a little early for my birthday party.

Hope y'all got strippers and pizza because otherwise, this is gonna...

Oh, hell, no. No, no, no.

Terrence.

We are all here because we care about you very much.

And we feel like you are on the verge of losing everything.

We know about the pills.

And the flush.

We know about the car crash.

But no one else does. And we can keep it that way.

But you have to go to rehab.

I have to go to re--

You want me to miss the first game of the season?

And miss the whole first month of the season?

Then y'all are on drugs.

T...

it's rehab right now or you will be cut from the New York Hawks.

Can't believe the team is doing this.

They better have Netflix and down comforters.

Terrence, welcome to Two Oaks.

I'm Corinne Walsh, your adviser.

If I had known the ladies were gonna be so lovely,

I might have done this rehab thing a long time ago.

Your phone, please.

I need this for the Twee-hab, you know, tweeting from rehab.

Sorry. No electronics.

And the other one, Terrence.

This way.

Terrence, you can do this.

I believe in you.

I still can't believe this is happening, doc.

Got seaweed wraps in here?

Foot scrubs?

Zumba?

Naughty channels?

Break!

Hey! Watch it!

Kickoff's in five days.

In case you haven't noticed, our receiver corps is decimated.

No TK, no Razor.

A guy who was number five on our depth chart is now our starting wideout

and his nickname in college was Slo-Mo.

I know you don't approve of sending TK to rehab.

In my day, if a guy could walk, he played.

Now he goes to a spa for a couple of grand a day.

He'll be back in a couple of weeks at full speed.

The way I look at it, that's short-term pain for a long-term gain.

Here's the way I look at it.

We need somebody who can catch the damn ball.

Somebody with a nickname like Flash or Lightning.

We have space under the salary cap.

- Get me a new receiver by Sunday. - This Sunday? Hank.

Donnally, your tenure as interim assistant general manager is coming to a close.

If you wanna drop the interim part as opposed to the general manager part,

get me a wideout.

Come on, this is not cool. My mom's gonna be home soon.

Dude, quit being a little girl. Garden of weeding is my business asset.

It's paying for your portion of the fantasy league buy-in, if you forgot.

All right, that's fine. Hurry, okay?

Fantasy draft starts in 36 hours, we need to settle on a strategy.

We go running back first round, QB second.

If TK's available for second round, we go for him.

He's huge at the training camp.

Such a homer. It's a big mistake to play favorites.

- Too much money at stake here, man. - Trust me.

TK is a big score.

- What else you got for us? - What do you mean?

You're the one with inside info.

If we're gonna beat the odds, we need an edge.

You're gonna have to dig deeper if you wanna win this thing, bro.

Let's see here, wake up at 6:45 a.m.

Right.

Individual therapy, been there, done that.

Group time.

Right. TK does not do groups.

Well, he does do groups, but normally in the privacy of his own home.

Terrence, you will do what everyone else here does

if you are to complete this program successfully.

- Hi. - Terrence King.

Jimmy Folkes. What's up?

Welcome to Shangri-la-la, my man.

What's it been? Like two, three years?

Actually, February at the Grammys.

Yeah, I was a little amped in February.

I probably could've met Francis the talking mule and not remember him.

So, what's up? What, you gone buddy-buddy with the Oxys or what?

Well, you know, friends seem to think so.

They always know before we do.

Hey, FYI, best job in the joint as far as chores go is the horses' stable.

Why is that?

It's a lot like the music business.

Shovel a little crap, rest of the day is a party.

Try the cucumber water. It's very refreshing.

How did it go with TK?

We'll know when he comes out the other side.

Listen, do you have any information?

My clients are going crazy. I'm right up there with them.

- Pittman's due back tomorrow. - What?

- Does he have the tapes? - Haven't made contact,

but I confirmed his flight plans with FAA, he's due to land tomorrow morning.

Awesome.

Let's go to the airport and we shall wait on the tarmac all night.

- I should handle this. - What?

Marshall prefers a softer reception.

Dani, I promise you, it's gonna be okay.

No, it's not gonna be okay until those tapes are down the garbage disposal

in a million teeny-weeny little pieces, alongside Pittman's shiny little head.

Everyone, we have a new member of the group today.

Terrence, would you introduce yourself, tell everyone why you're here?

Because you people know how to party.

Okay.

Okay.

My name is Terrence King.

- Welcome, Terrence. - Welcome, Terrence.

Right.

So I got shot twice and took some pain pills to deal with that.

And the pain went away.

Pills didn't.

But, you know, I'd-- I tore my shoulder once.

The doc said it'd be like eight weeks, came back in like four.

You know, just kick a little ass.

Kicking pills might be a little harder than kicking ass.

- Was I talking to you, Arliss? - It's Arvin.

Terrence, this is a place where we are all free to share our feelings.

- Jimmy. - Yeah.

Much respect, Terrence, much, much respect.

I know how hard it is to come in here, take that first step.

I myself have taken that first step seven times now.

And you know what they say, right? Eighth time's the charm.

My ex-wife said that if I didn't come to rehab

that she wasn't gonna let me see my son anymore...

and if I lose that kid I don't know what I'm gonna do. I don't wanna lose him.

I'm... I'm just so sorry.

I'm just so incredibly sorry that I'm here again

and that I've hurt everybody.

I wanna...

I'm so sorry that I hurt everybody.

So I'm looking to pick up a franchise wideout.

Came to you because you guys are flush and you don't need Michaels.

No, we got nothing here.

- Draft picks next year for Jenner now. - Sorry, man. Can't do it.

And I'll throw in some cash considerations for Salberg.

Maybe even a third-rounder next year.

No, no, I get it.

You don't wanna break up your receiving corps.

- Thanks for your time, Nick. - Wait.

- Yeah, yeah? - Ever consider Kittridge?

- Toes Kittridge? - Yeah, he wants out of Denver.

- Have that on good authority? - Yeah.

Carl.

Yeah, doing well, but I need a wideout.

And I'm hearing that Toes Kittridge wants a trade out of Denver.

What do you say you and I do business? Great. Great. Take it to your GM.

But you gotta do it quick, I'm on a major clock on this one.

All right, thanks, Carl. Call me.

Ray Jay. Hey, man. You know, I don't even think your mom's here.

- No, no, actually, I'm looking for you. - What's up?

Fantasy draft is coming up.

I was hoping you'd give me the inside track, you know,

- who's good to go, that kind of thing. - All right. You got exactly three minutes.

- Okay. - All right.

Running back from Miami...

A twist?

I'm sorry. What kind of twist? I can't possibly owe more money, can I?

On the contrary. Mrs. Santino, your debt has been retired.

What? What exactly does that mean?

Paid off in its entirety.

By who?

- A Marsha Pittman. - Who?

Excuse me. Marshall Pittman.

Rivera, it's his contract year, I heard that he's getting pressed by a rookie.

You get him third round. He'll be coming out with something to prove.

All right, what else?

Hey, Ray Jay, I gotta jump.

I'll try to get you later.

Hey, listen to me.

Pittman paid off my IRS debt. Did you know something about it?

- Dani-- - I don't want his money. I want the tapes.

I'm so sick of him playing games with my life.

Where is he? I'd like to talk to him, actually.

- Right now. - Dani.

- What? - Marshall's plane, it's gone missing.

A plane carrying media mogul Marshall Pittman has disappeared

off the coast near Westhampton Airport.

Pittman was flying his Learjet himself

and is believed to be the sole passenger onboard.

- Oh, my God. - We should make some sort of statement.

- My phone is ringing off the hook. - This is Denver.

I'm close on Toes Kittridge.

Does this affect our ability to move players?

Just get Toes. We'll figure it out.

Hey, Carl. Thanks for getting back to me.

Yeah, we're watching the news too.

So we got a deal?

Situation but she has yet to make a statement to the press.

Again, at this point, we have no further information on the status

of Mr. Pittman or the missing jet he was piloting.

Hey. You didn't say a word in there. What's going on?

- I don't know yet. - Not true. You always know.

- Where you going? - To find Pittman.

Hey.

You're telling me you think Pittman is alive somewhere with those tapes,

then I am going with you.

It's not negotiable.

- Then you'd better call your kids. - What? Why?

Because it's gonna be a long night.

What happened, Donnally?

Toes Kittridge's agent's blocking the deal.

- Won't even take it to him. - What? Who's the agent?

- Rob Maroney. - Oh, Christ.

I knew this would come back to bite us in the ass.

- You should've backed off Terrence King. - I got this.

Being a GM is about relationships

and you blew it with one of the most powerful agents out there.

I got this.

You better, because if Toes isn't wearing a Hawks uniform by Sunday, you're out.

So that album-release party you had in Monaco,

did you really steal the sultan of Brunei's yacht?

Borrowed.

Unfortunately, the sultan didn't have the best sense of humor.

No, but that was child's play.

The true, once-in-a-lifetime, write- a-chapter-in-your-memoirs adventure

had to be, hands down, the peyote circle in Belize.

Three ambassadors, two heads of state, one Rolling Stone, my lips are sealed.

The hash month in Amsterdam would've been memorable, but I can't remember it.

Is it getting, like, crazy hot in here?

Yeah, that's normal when you start jonesing.

Do you...

- You want something to help you through? - What would be the point of that?

I'm just trying to help you, man.

Wait, so all that stuff you said in group yesterday, was that for real?

Team won't let you back until you complete the program.

- Right? - Right.

Well, if you wanna get the kiss goodbye sooner than later,

you gotta give them what they want.

And what do they want?

For you to apologize.

- For what? - Everything and anything.

You're sorry for all of it.

- And cry. - Okay. When?

Whenever possible.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I screwed your best friend."

People don't understand what it's like to be at the top.

So we take the edge off with a little of this, a little of that.

Sometimes we walk a fine line, sometimes we fall off the line,

but I come back here, get my reboots, I'm good as new.

Just can't believe I'm gonna miss the first game of the season.

- This is bullshit. - No, my friend.

It's horse shit.

- You blocked the deal with Toes Kittridge. - Donnally.

- What a surprise. - Come on.

Your assistant practically told me what stool you'd be sitting in.

Almost as if you were waiting on me, Rob.

The deal's good for Kittridge. It's good for the Hawks.

Why in the hell would you stand in the way?

- Payback. - Seriously?

You're not taking an offer to your client because of a petty grievance with me?

You screwed my relationship with Terrence King.

If you hadn't gotten in the middle of that, I'd still be representing him.

Do you know how much money you just lost me?

I promised you that I was coming for you, Donnally.

And, well, I am a man of my word.

Hey, don't even bother going behind my back for Toes.

That would be a violation of league rules,

union charter, possibly a federal tampering law or two.

And I know what a stickler you are for rules.

Sorry to hear about Pittman.

He was a real prince.

- What's up, man? - Subway.

Trying to stay healthy for football.

All right, draft starts in two minutes. Are we in agreement?

- Running back in the first. - Second round, we go TK.

Are you sure about that?

The guy's on track to get 100 yards-plus a week. Could haul in 12 TDs a season?

That's 20 points on average and the Hawks have no one else to throw to.

Dude, this is a 20,000-dollar decision.

You better be right.

Okay, it's showtime. Let's make some money.

It's been like three hours just watching you carve up the road

like we're on a racetrack and you have barely said one word.

There isn't a body.

In covert ops, you always have a strategy.

The first step is to create the impression that you're dead.

- Like a plane crash. - Then having a safe house.

So you think that all of this is just a stunt for Marshall,

to make himself disappear?

Oh, my God.

Why don't you close your eyes? Relax.

- Enjoy the ride. - Have you met me?

I'm really sorry. You know, I'm sorry for everything.

All the pain I've caused all those supermodels.

I'm sorry about spring break 2008. I'm real sorry about spring break 2008.

I'm sorry for all the bunga bunga parties, all the ménage à cinqs.

I'm sorry I broke up with that midget, Short-Stack Sally.

- She was cool. - This is ridiculous.

He's allowed to come here and make fun of us?

Yo, man, I wasn't done. Who do you think you're talking to, dawg?

Terrence, Arvin, we need to show some respect.

But he's not even being real. What are you doing here?

- If you're not gonna be real. - Arvin, slow it down.

Yeah, Arvin, pump the brakes. You want me to be real?

I'll be real. I am really sorry that I have to sit here

and listen to this ridiculous nonsense coming from you ridiculous people.

Now, how many people here have been shot at close range?

- Damn, grandpa. What did you do? - I'm sorry I made you upset.

You're going through a hard time with the owner of your team being dead and all.

The who of my what being what?

To recap, it has been 28 hours since the mysterious disappearance

of Marshall Pittman after wreckage of his Learjet

was found half a mile off the coast of Westhampton.

At this point, Coast Guard is calling this a search-and-rescue mission.

Right before the season.

- The universe is saying something. - Yeah.

It's saying I should be on the field at a time like this.

I mean, right before the first game of the season, no owner, no wideout.

I'm the chocolate nugget at the center of this Tootsie Pop.

- My team needs me. - Hey, you're here voluntarily.

You could skate anytime you like.

Yeah, but we're in the sticks. Got no ride, no money, no phones.

You know how I made a hundred million dollars?

Because I never see problems. I only see solutions.

Marshall?

Marshall!

A skanky hotel room in upstate New York does not feel particularly safe.

Well, safe is a relative term.

- It's all here. - What? What's all there?

Passports, credit cards, money.

- He should've been here already. - So does--

Does that mean that he's dead?

No.

No, he's not dead or, no, he's alive or, no, you don't know--

- I need to think. Dani, I need to think! - No, you're not sure or--

About what?

Nico.

What haven't you told me?

In Iraq...

early '90s, I was... compromised.

Compromised how?

An informant blew my cover, handed me over to some...

not very nice fellas.

Marshall scraped together whatever money he had back then.

Paid mercenaries out of his own pocket to extricate me.

Dani, he didn't just hire those people.

He took a bullet for me that night.

And you took a bullet for him.

You walked away from Gabrielle because you knew that he was in love with her.

Didn't you?

I'm gonna wait Pittman out.

If he's alive, he's coming. Here.

If you want those tapes, you should wait here with me.

Hello?

What? Corinne, what?

Oh, my God.

TK has escaped rehab.

On a horse.

No honey buns?

- No, thanks, Honey Buns. - See?

Easy to get free snacks when you're with the King.

- In the business, we call this swag. - Oh, thanks.

You know, I got to tell you, Jimmy, this is one for the memoirs.

Jimmy Folkes and Terrence King, two legends doing legendary things.

Last time I had this much fun on a horse, I got a ban from the Kentucky Derby.

I still can't believe these bitches are forcing me into rehab,

missing the season opener.

I mean, I busted my ass to get back here, man.

This is the thanks I get?

Man, do you know anything about the Greeks?

- Sorority Row. - Oh, Sorority Row.

Odysseus.

Odysseus is the shizzle, smartest guy around.

He spent 10 years fighting Trojans. Right?

Then he spends another 10 battling monsters,

witches and the gods, trying to get home to his wife and kid.

Three thousand years later, they're still telling that story.

Why?

Because Odysseus overcame whatever the gods threw at him.

He was a warrior.

And you, now think about the obstacles you've overcome.

- You've beaten back the Cyclops. - Dallas, Miami.

Exactly. Exactly.

If there were no obstacles, my friend, you could not be a hero and save the day.

- To obstacles. - To obstacles.

I like that.

You ready to saddle up, hit the road?

Yeah, but let's hitch a ride.

My huevos are rancheroed.

All right. Well, thank you for the update.

Well, apparently, they have left their horses at a mini-mart in Bellport.

- The tapes? - I've got Pittman's entire backup plan.

Once he realizes, he has no choice but to come looking, for me.

Nico...

has it crossed your mind at all

- that he might actually-- - Marshall Pittman is somewhere.

And I'm gonna smoke him out.

I was a bit shocked that you called.

Good shocked or death-row-execution shocked?

More like static-cling shocked.

Sends a little charge up your spine.

- Is this a social lunch or business? - Can't it be both?

Okay.

Business first.

Tomorrow the Hawks will announce that Terrence King is inactive

the first three weeks of the season.

Let me guess.

- Ego strain? - Rehab.

He went voluntarily to work through a problem with painkillers

that goes back to the shooting.

The guy has done everything right.

- He will be back. - And better than ever?

I'm giving you the exclusive scoop, but it's got a 12-hour expiration date.

And the other shoe drops.

I need you to tease a little rumor for me

about the Hawks' interest in Joe "Toes" Kittridge.

The prodigal son returns.

On the eve of battle, you best believe

the rest of the Army's gonna throw its arms open, relieved.

Brother Nico, what's up?

I'm here for practice.

TK, you need to leave.

Gatekeeper.

Classic archetype. It's his role to make sure the hero has to work for it.

And he is doing a bang-up job.

Nico, this is my boy Jimmy Folkes. Man is a legend.

And a friend, which makes him a fre-gend.

- Terrence, you're drunk. - You're missing the point.

Game day is coming up real soon.

You need me on the field, Nico.

The team needs you back in rehab.

- Hey. Oh, wait. - Are you serious right now, dude?

Remember, TK, a hero needs obstacles to overcome

and overcome them you will.

It is your destiny.

With Terrence King in rehab, sources inside the Hawks confirm the rumor.

Toes Kittridge would be the perfect fit for their pass-heavy offense.

- Ma! - Hard to believe that blockbuster deal

could be pulled off before Sunday.

Rehab? How could you not tell me TK was in rehab?

- Because it's not your business? - This is Noelle Sarris...

Everything is seriously messed up.

- Mom! - What, Lindsay? What? What is it?

- I think Mr. Fishy is sick. - What?

Oh, no, no.

Quick, go get the number for the fish store,

the fish shop, fish emporium. Just go.

Oh, come on, man!

I don't know what game you're playing, Donnally,

but this thing with Toes is one hell of a Hail Mary.

Less than 48 hours to the start of the season I'm left high and dry.

Listen, Pat, I'm prepared to take the hit on this one.

If this doesn't work out with Toes, I'm gonna resign.

- Now, come on. - Hey, hey, you said it.

This is my grocery list.

Rob Maroney right here.

Maroney.

Yo, doc! Come on, let me in!

Hurry up!

Yo, hey. What's up? Let me in.

I cannot do that.

What? Why?

You and your urinating friend have got to go back to rehab.

Hey, hey, doc, anything else you need watered?

Yo.

Come on, what's that, yo! Hey, doc, you gotta be kidding me. Come on, yo.

I'll come in. We'll have a conversation.

Oh, come on, TK, let's go.

- Come on, she's not gonna let you in. - We'll talk about it.

Gonna leave me out here in the dark?

Go back to Two Oaks, Terrence.

- Mom, what's happening? - Get upstairs.

- You're a goddamn liar! - Get upstairs.

I need help, Dr. D!

You told me if I ever needed help, I could come to your door anytime!

- You can't leave him out there. Help him. - I am, honey.

Okay, I promise, after the game, I'll go back to rehab.

I swear to God, I'll go back!

Doc, don't leave me like this. Come on, please.

Yo, I promise, after the game, I'll go back!

Dr. D!

- Hey. - Hey.

Hey.

Hey. Listen, I just...

I just had a run-in with TK at my house.

What? Are you okay?

I'm just supposed to help people put themselves back together

and, you know, he's...

He's in a bunch of pieces.

Are you safe?

Yeah, I'm... Yeah, I just, I wanted to talk to you.

Can I call you back in the morning?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course you can. I know, it's really late, so, yep.

Good night.

Dude, you're supposed to have inside info. That's why I brought you in.

- TK's in rehab. - Hopefully he'll be back in a few weeks.

A few weeks? Jesus! We're done.

We're toast before the first game of the season.

Two grand down the toilet, all because Terrence King is a cokehead.

No, he's not a cokehead, douche bag. He got shot.

All right, sorry. First, he was shot. Now he's a cokehead.

Who the hell cares? You screwed our team.

How about you get your weed out of my yard?

Louder. They didn't hear you in Massapequa.

No, I'm serious.

Dig it up.

If you wanna pony up a thousand bucks, I'll be glad to take it back.

Otherwise, you don't get to make that call.

No, dig it up or I'm taking it to the dump.

You know what? Your pal TK, he's as broken as your taillight.

Taillight's not broken.

It is now.

Hey! We're done!

Welcome to opening day here at the Empire Dome, home of the New York Hawks.

In a blockbuster trade, the Hawks managed to acquire Joe "Toes" Kittridge

just 24 hours ago.

What this means for Terrence King, nobody knows.

You pulled it off at the 11th hour, Donnally.

Toes is a star and a perfect fit for this offense.

Yes, he is.

Oh, look what the cat dragged in.

Rob Maroney.

- Didn't expect to see you here. - Toes is a top client

and I am all about the client, as you both know.

Wouldn't dream of missing his first game as a New York Hawk!

Of course not.

Oh, leaking that story.

Donnally, I didn't know you had such a devious side.

Deep down, you're a bit of a prick.

I respect that.

I respect that too.

That's why your time as interim AGM is officially ended.

- Welcome to management, Matt. - Thanks, Hank.

- Let's go, Hawks! - I gotta go. The game is starting.

Yeah, yeah. Bye.

Hey.

How are you?

Okay.

Any word from TK?

Nope.

Sorry, Dani.

For what?

A package was delivered at the Hawks' facility from Marshall Pittman.

- Oh, my God. - What is it?

I'm about to find out.

Let's go, Hawks!

- Let's go, Hawks! - Now here we go.

Let's go, Hawks!

Let's go, Hawks!

Here come the Hawks to the line of scrimmage.

This will be the final play of the first quarter.

Toes Kittridge has split outright, Caldwell under center.

Kittridge has a step on him. He's got it for a touchdown!

Toes Kittridge with his first touchdown as a Hawk and it's a beauty!

What a catch! He just flat-out outran him.

All right.

Forget Kittridge, okay? Joe "Toes" blows.

This is the plan, kemosabe. We are on the list tonight at Tangelo.

Now, tomorrow night, I have to be at a recording session at Abbey Road Studio.

I'll introduce you to a couple of people. Maybe you can lay down a couple of tracks.

You in?

Hell, yeah, I'm in. You serious? Dude, I got lyrics for days.

I got moves too, like Beyoncé. I'm like a dude Beyoncé.

- Let's do this. - That's the plan.

I'm gonna clean up. No. Photo op.

- Yep. - It's for my son Tommy.

- When he sees us-- - He'll flip?

He's-- Oh, he's gonna flip out.

Here we go.

- Tommy. - Terrence King, Tommy.

Hi, officer.

What seems to be the problem?

I was following the speed limit exactly.

You weren't speeding, but your taillight's out.

Really? That's terrible.

Usually, I'm very diligent about car maintenance, officer,

so I'll be sure to get that checked out right away, pronto.

Mind stepping out of the car, son?

Can I call my dad first?

Yo, Jimmy, maybe I should hit up some select paparazzi.

Let them know our whereabouts

so I can start rebranding myself as a rap sta--

Yo, this is a bad place for a nap, kid. Come on.

Wake up, man.

Yo, Jimmy, wake up.

Yo, wake up.

Jimmy?

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

No, no, no! No, no, no!

No, no, no!

- Nine-one-one. - I have a-- I have an emergency!

I got a guy who's not breathing.

Wake up, Jimmy. Come on. Come on!

Come on, dude, come on. Come on, Jimmy, wake up.

God, I'm so--

This is not happening!

The funny thing is that...

he didn't OD.

His heart gave out.

The paramedics said that there was--

There was nothing I could do to save him.

You did everything that you could for him.

And now...

you're gonna do this for yourself.

Okay.

It's okay.

Little dude?

Little dude?

No, no, no.

Dani.

Package from Pittman, it was for you.

Those are the tapes?

You lost your friend.

So did I.

They found his body.

Marshall is dead.

Oh, my God.

Nico, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

He was the only one who knew me.

Except you.

I don't know you.

Yeah.

You do.