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NARRATOR: You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

A machine that spies on you every hour of every day.

I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator, if your number is up, we'll find you.

INGRAM: Olivia wants to extend the trial separation another six months.

Neither of us is willing to bring up the D-word.

When you get married, you think you've found the one.

I mean, how do you know? I mean, how does anyone know?

Well, I'm no authority on these matters...

...but if you wanna take some time off to work things out....

Work's the one thing that keeps my mind off the situation.

So tell me. How goes our little experiment?

I'm glad you asked.

What do you make of that man on the bench?

INGRAM: Looks like he tied one on a little too tight.

Bet you'd never believe me if I told you he was a violin prodigy...

...who played with the Philharmonic.

His penchant for the bottle cut his career short.

How exactly does this help stop terrorism?

Before I could teach the machine to find bad people...

...I had to teach it people in general. I've programmed it to identify outliers...

...individuals who are interesting in some way.

Teach a machine the complexities of human nature.

No offense, Harold, but is someone as introverted as you...

...the best person for the job?

Huh, who's Molly Cole?

No idea.

Twenty-four-year-old grad student at NYU.

Major in astrophysics.

Says you were with her last night.

Work isn't the only thing that keeps your mind off the separation.

What's your point?

FINCH: You asked me if the machine was capable of learning human nature.

I'm saying it already is.

It's learning by watching everyone. Even you.

Oh, that's odd.

INGRAM: What?

That woman painting at the railing.

Grace Hendricks. Freelance artist.

Volunteers at a children's shelter.

But beyond that, no anomalies that I can see.

Why did it show her to us?

Must be a bug.

I'll go over the code again, see if I missed something.

INGRAM: Hmm.

Well, at least the machine is showing us it has good taste.

Ah, Bear, what did we discuss about boundaries?

[WHIMPERS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

- Morning, Finch. - Impeccable timing, Mr. Reese.

I had just begun digging into our latest number.

A little stingy on the sprinkles.

Graham Wyler. Forty-two-year-old family man...

...owns a hardware store with his wife in Far Rockaway.

Suburbs? Never had a number out there before.

Unfortunately, murder isn't confined to a zip code.

I'll get eyes on the family.

I wouldn't go back to this place.

[BARKS]

FINCH [OVER COMM]: Wyler moved to the city from Fort Wayne, Indiana in 1997.

He's been married to his wife, Connie, for 14 years.

REESE [OVER COMM]: The daughter? - Izzy.

Honor student at Sandburg Junior High and soccer star.

Wyler's mortgage is affordable.

His credit is good.

Family only owns one car, free and clear.

REESE: So we've found the most boring man in New York.

See the black smudges in the air vent? Means your motor's fried.

- Come back in an hour and I'll have it fixed. - Great. How much do I owe you?

Ah, just buy your next drill with me, we'll call it even.

CONNIE: Saturday's fine. Okay, bye-bye.

That was Mrs. Beckett. She guilted me into helping with the PTA fundraiser.

She wouldn't know what to do without you. Neither would I for that matter.

Probably looking for the sharpening kit for his machete.

[LAUGHS]

Can I help you, sir?

Told you to call. Trying to get me busted with my wife?

Whatever, man. You want these or not?

WYLER: Yeah, just make it fast, all right?

Looks like Wyler might be dealing more than power tools, Finch.

WYLER: How was practice? Hmm. - Hmm.

- We did shuttle runs all day. - Yeah? Sounds like fun.

- Yeah. - Wanna see something?

Tickets to Bruce Springsteen?

WYLER: Front row seats. For Mom's birthday.

- Pretty awesome, right? IZZY: It's kind of lame.

- Heh. WYLER: Well, how about this, then?

- No way, you fixed it. - Heh, heh.

IZZY: Ah, thank you.

- All right, Finch, this guy's a saint. FINCH [OVER COMM]: I'm not so sure.

I took a closer look at his employment history.

Hard to see how he had the money to move east, much less support a city lifestyle.

Maybe he met a reclusive billionaire.

In the event he didn't, I made a few calls around Fort Wayne...

...claiming to be a genealogist working on a family tree.

And I did uncover one record of interest.

- And what's that? - His death certificate.

The real Graham Wyler died in 1997.

Whoever you're following stole his identity and has been using it for the past 15 years.

He's ghosting. Built a life on a dead man's name.

Might be better if we were less concerned with who he is...

...and more with who he was.

[KNOCKING ON CAR DOOR]

Afternoon.

- I haven't seen you before. New in town? - Passing through, actually.

Unfortunately, not fast enough. You're in a no-parking zone.

Any way you can let me off with a warning?

So shall I pay this out of petty cash?

Harder to tail someone in the suburbs than in the city.

I heard. Your man-in-the-suit routine doesn't exactly play.

As it happens, there's a quaint three-bedroom...

...that's just gone on the market across from the Wylers' home.

- You can move in tomorrow. - Move in?

You're gonna be neighbors. I also procured a new vehicle...

...an appropriate wardrobe, and a set of golf clubs.

There is one element of your cover that you'll have to acquire on your own.

John. I'm sorry to hear it didn't work out with that reporter Maxine.

I'll get over it.

I was actually thinking we should spend a little more time together.

Hmm, is that so?

What is it this time, more power players or cover-ups?

Not exactly.

Zoe Morgan?

Will you be my wife?

ZOE: Remember saving me from being tortured and killed...

...by corporate hit men? Consider us even.

That mean you don't want me to carry you across the threshold?

[REESE WHISTLES]

[BEAR BARKS]

When this is over, I might have to fight you for custody of the dog.

[PHONE RINGING]

Miss me already, Harold?

FINCH [OVER PHONE]: Actually, I wanted to thank Ms. Morgan...

...for offering her services.

Suburban dad with a mysterious secret? How could I resist?

Plus, somebody had to see to it that John didn't burn down the block.

We'll see what happens.

Right now, our main concern is to ID Wyler.

[OVER PHONE] Figure out who he really is.

Any ideas on how to become the Wylers' new best friends?

REESE: A few. I'll visit Wyler at his store...

...tell him we just moved across the street.

Once we've established contact, we'll be able to manipulate the family into--

[DOORBELL RING]

[GUN COCKS]

John, it's a doorbell.

Let's try not to shoot any Girl Scouts on our first day, okay?

Hi. Sorry to bother you.

Just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.

- I'm Connie Wyler. - Graham.

- John Campbell. This is my wife, Zoe. - It's nice to meet you both.

I made you guys some ambrosia.

Just bring the dish back any time. We're right across the street.

Mm, this looks delicious.

We're having some people over this afternoon for a barbecue.

- Stop by if you're not busy. - We'll be there.

Great. See you then.

That was easy.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Oh, thanks. Couldn't help but notice your car earlier.

Thing of beauty. How much she set you back?

Actually, it's a company car.

[CHUCKLES]

Man, I must've picked the wrong business. What do you do?

I sell private security systems, homes, offices.

If you're interested, I could get you a great deal on some equipment.

No, thanks, heh.

Kind of old-school, low-tech.

I reinforce the locks on my doors and windows.

- All the security you need around here. - Sounds like you've got it all figured out.

Except how to get people into my store.

It's getting harder to keep up with the big box chains.

No one appreciates an honest man trying to make a living.

I'll drink to that.

How long have the two of you been living in Rockaway?

CONNIE: Oh, about 10 years.

Graham and I moved here after my mother got sick.

So we came out to help. What about you guys?

How did you meet John?

Uh, I was, um, stranded in a bad part of town...

...and he gave me a ride.

We actually spent the rest of the evening running around the city.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

You know, John kind of reminds me of Graham...

...when we first moved out here. Kind of restless.

Don't worry, he'll calm down.

Oh, another wine cooler?

- Uh, what about a Manhattan, up? - How do you make that?

- Come on, I'll show you. - Okay.

Dad, have you seen my necklace?

Not since I fixed it. If you cleaned your room once in a millennium....

I'll keep looking for it.

- Who do we know in Philadelphia? - No one.

- Never been there. Why? - This postcard came.

[BEAR BARKS]

Oh, my gosh, he's adorable. Hi. Oh, you're so cute, heh.

That's a good boy.

- You mind manning the grill for a moment? - Sure.

ZOE: Wyler's spooked about something.

Whatever he's hiding, he kept it from everyone.

Connie's in the dark.

REESE: Let's see if we can shed some light, then.

You got a makeup brush?

[PHONE RINGS]

- Carter. - You think you can run a print for me?

- You find another bad guy? - That's what I'm trying to find out.

CARTER: Your guy doesn't look so bad.

[OVER PHONE] As for the print, I wouldn't hold your breath.

- It's a partial. - Start with your search in Philadelphia.

We're not getting on a plane to Philly, are we?

Not at the moment.

What now?

We wait.

Party never stops when you're around. What do these people do for fun?

Beats me. Got any ideas?

Ugh, suburbs might not be so bad after all.

In or out, dear?

Ever known me to run from a fight? Pair of aces.

ZOE: Two pair.

GIRL 1: Lemonade, sir? Fifty cents. GIRL 2: Here you go.

FINCH [OVER COMM]: Have a good night's rest, Mr. Reese?

Think I fared better than Wyler.

He looks exhausted.

Did you change the oil in the car?

WYLER: No, I forgot. Sorry.

CONNIE: You okay? - Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Hey.

Sorry about that, Lloyd.

Do you know that guy?

No, he must've confused me with someone else.

You hear that, Finch?

Sounds like more than a case of mistaken identity.

REESE: The mystery man just took off with a friend.

Could be the same men that sent Wyler the postcard.

Something tells me they're not in town for a reunion.

[REFEREE BLOWS WHISTLE]

[GIRLS CHATTERING]

[PHONE RINGS]

- Detective. CARTER [OVER PHONE]: I found your guy.

He was only arrested once for a misdemeanor B&E back in '91...

...but was wanted for a string of robberies and home invasions.

He was a career thief.

Heh, I'm sure Philly P.D. would love to have a talk with him.

Let me guess. First name's Lloyd.

Lloyd Pruitt. How did you know?

Wild guess. Did he work with a crew?

Yeah, a couple other guys. Chris Vaughn and Daniel Burnside.

They had a good run, until they got caught taking a jewelry store in '97.

Did 12 years. I guess your guy Lloyd missed thatjob...

...or disappeared before they got picked up.

He was busy becoming Graham Wyler. Gave himself a clean slate.

[CHEERING AND CLAPPING]

He picked a good time to run. That job they got busted on?

Vaughn shot an unarmed guard. He's dangerous.

[PHONE BEEPING]

REESE: Thanks for your help, Carter.

Good job, heh.

- You did great out there. IZZY: Thanks, Mom.

REESE: Vaughn's here. I'm gonna have a few words with him.

BOY: No way.

Wait, stay back.

[PHONE RINGS]

VAUGHN: Sucks about the car, Lloyd. Nice running into you today, though.

Why don't we grab a drink? The Wallbanger in the city.

Noon tomorrow. We've got some catching up to do.

[CONNIE GASPS]

Finch, looks like Wyler's past has come back to haunt him.

You'll have access to all the camera feeds through your cell phone.

And this alarm system. Does it call local police?

No, no. No. It sends a signal to a private response team.

You're doing the right thing.

Yeah, Connie's still shaken up about the car fire.

And for all we know, it could be a couple of teenagers.

How we doing, Harold?

Almost finished, boss.

Okay, if Wyler's old crew attempt to gain access to the house, we'll see them coming.

Vaughn's been smart so far.

Cops couldn't find evidence on the SUV to point to a culprit.

Speaking of Vaughn, I've combed his files.

In the jobs that he and his crew pulled, a safe was cracked...

...using a technique called lock manipulation.

No drilling, no tools, all of it done by ear. This is a lost art.

But in the last heist, there was a difference.

Vaughn shot the guard to motivate the jewelry-store manager to open the safe.

The one job Wyler didn't show up for.

He was the safecracker. Bailed on the last job.

They blame him for getting locked up.

A detail they'll remind him of when they meet this afternoon.

CONNIE [OVER PHONE]: Honey, you in here?

I just got off the phone with the insurance company.

Can't send an investigator till next week. Where are you going?

- I need to go get something for the store. - Okay, well, hang out for a second.

- They can't cover the cost of a rental-- - It can wait, all right?

Look...

[SIGHS]

...I need to go, okay? Can we handle this later?

I can handle it myself. It's a couple of stupid phone calls.

What's going on with you?

Nothing you need to worry about.

Graham, if there's something going on you think you can't tell me, get over it.

We'll figure it out together.

I'll be back in a few hours.

Graham. Where you headed?

- Catching a train into the city. - I'm meeting a client there.

Let me give you a lift, save you some time.

Thanks.

Quiet life takes some getting used to.

Not your speed, huh?

You know, a lot of guys in home security used to be in law enforcement.

- Were you a cop or something? - Not me. Too many rules.

Always had more fun breaking them.

I guess we all gotta grow up sometime, right?

- Certainly never thought I would. - What changed?

Me.

Used to just look out for myself. Now I look out for Connie and Izzy.

Nothing I wouldn't do for them.

[CONNIE GRUNTS]

Seems that Wyler's past threatens not only his life, but his marriage as well.

ZOE: I'll be back.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I've never seen him angry like that.

ZOE: He's probably just got a lot on his mind.

- You know, with the car and-- - It's not that.

The whole time I've known him...

...Graham's always been the one with the solution.

But today, I didn't even know who that was.

ZOE: You know, I never asked you how you two met.

We met at a Springsteen concert in Jersey.

This creep wouldn't stop hitting on me. And, suddenly, Graham appeared, heh, heh.

I'd never seen him before, but he pretended to be my boyfriend...

...so the other guy would go away.

And I could just tell there was something different about him.

That one moment changed your whole life.

[CONNIE CHUCKLES]

CONNIE: Yeah.

Is that what it was like when you first met John?

I can honestly say that I wouldn't be here without him.

It's rare to find someone you can depend on.

Ready to have some fun?

You're good at connecting people to the things they don't want the world to know.

How good are you at finding connections that no one knows exists?

Try to tell me if there's a correlation between the cowboy and the taxi driver.

Fifth cousins? Heh.

Really?

We do live in the great melting pot.

Okay.

What's the association between this jogger--?

It's her again.

So you found something interesting on Grace Hendricks?

No.

Is she connected to anyone else in the park?

I thought I fixed this.

You haven't found a single anomaly in this woman's life.

She's honest, decent, doesn't seem to have any dark secrets...

...doesn't harbor ill will toward anyone.

Which is what sets her apart from everyone else here.

That and a passionate love for Charles Dickens.

I can take a cab back from here.

- Thanks for the ride. REESE: You're welcome.

Heh, trying a new look?

More like missing my old one.

Your boys have been in there for half an hour.

He showed. You owe me 20 bucks.

How'd you find me?

That is a real fun story.

I was at work. Dishwasher.

Only kind of job a con like me could get.

[OVER COMM] My boss shows me this Facebook photo...

...some babe he's plowing in New York.

I look. I can't believe my eyes.

There's Lloyd Pruitt standing in the background of this photo.

My long-lost friend, smiling, laughing...

...his beautiful daughter next to him in her nice school sweater.

Hell of a life you made for yourself.

Wish I was spending my days selling hammers.

Beats 12 years in Fromhold state penitentiary.

- Was it 12? Felt longer. - Yeah, felt like 50.

That's my fault?

I told you the job was dangerous.

You thought you were invincible. And that's why I walked.

How noble. The way we see it, you owe us.

And we're here to collect.

So that's it? You're gonna kill me over ancient history?

Lloyd, you're the best safecracker we know. Why would we wanna kill you?

VAUGHN: We're gonna break into an Everhold safe.

It's a high-road job. We need your Midas touch.

In fact, the score's so big...

...when we're done, we're leaving the country.

So get your affairs in order.

What's stopping me from going to the cops about you two right now?

It's a lovely home.

Next time, we take something with a heartbeat.

What are you doing?

[GUN COCKS]

They threatened his family.

I'm taking them down.

Uh, can you take it easy instead?

It's broad daylight, John. We're two blocks from my precinct.

These guys need to go away for a long time.

Then catch them in the act.

Right now, all we've got is conspiracy to commit a robbery...

...and that's from an illegal wiretap.

Won't be enough to keep them from Wyler or his family.

I'll make them understand they can never go near his family again.

Are you gonna watch this family forever to make sure they listen?

Tomorrow, 10 p.m.

We'll pick you up at that intersection.

VAUGHN: Be there, Lloyd.

I slipped a burner phone on their truck. We can track them with it.

If they make the wrong move, we'll grab them.

CARTER [OVER PHONE]: What about Wyler?

He's got a decision to make.

Wyler's due to meet Vaughn in an hour.

What will we do if he goes through with the job?

What do you suggest?

We take him out of the equation.

[OVER COMM] He still has open warrants in Philly.

With Wyler serving jail time, there's not much Vaughn could do.

We'd risk breaking up his family. They might never forgive him.

[OVER COMM] I know the prospect of a normal life...

...seems remote to us...

...but Wyler still has a chance to preserve his.

CONNIE [OVER COMM]: Graham, are you in here? Graham?

Check the cameras, Finch. Make sure he hasn't already left.

Mr. Reese, I'm afraid Wyler's made our decision for us.

He left 15 minutes ago. Avoided his own camera.

- He's meeting Vaughn for the heist. REESE: His number's up, Finch.

When he's done cracking that safe, Vaughn's got no reason to keep him alive.

REESE [OVER COMM]: Finch, I need to know where Wyler is.

What's the GPS location on Burnside's pickup?

Somewhere in Hell's Kitchen. Hang on.

It's an impound lot.

They're pulling up stakes, ditching all traces.

What about tracking the safe?

Everhold may make a quality safe...

...but their firewall leaves something to be desired. I'm looking at their client list.

There are more than 50 in Manhattan.

Roll back the GPS history on the pickup.

Vaughn might have done a drive-by for final preparations on the job.

They parked for four hours outside a midtown bistro.

What's across the street?

Residential highrise.

An Everhold safe was installed on the 42nd floor last year.

Client's name is Enver Clerik. I'm sending you the address.

[PHONE BEEPS]

I know that building.

Front security desk is not gonna let you just walk in.

But I can get you upstairs. I know a guy who lives in the building.

A lawyer I untangled from a malpractice thing.

He's kind of sweet on me.

Finch, any way to see into that room before I go in?

The building's website boasts that all units are equipped with Smarthome technology.

- I'm sure there's something we can exploit. - Call Carter. Have her meet us there.

Nice of your old lady to let you come out and play.

- What do we need guns for? - Oh, didn't I tell you?

We're walking into a hot one.

Guy who lives here is a gem dealer.

When he's not in town, his nephew likes to have people over...

...show off the view of the place.

These are for what's called "crowd control."

WYLER: I guess you forgot a mask for me.

I must have miscounted.

Sorry, buddy.

- Honest mistake, I'm sure. VAUGHN: Let's go, boys.

[GUN COCKS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[ALL CHATTERING]

[MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

VAUGHN: Everyone in the corner, now!

BURNSIDE: Cell phones, jewelry, wallets, in the bag, now.

Expecting anyone else to show up tonight?

No.

Listen, I know what you want. I don't know the combination.

BURNSIDE: Nobody asked you.

[WOMAN CRYING]

Bet you never thought you'd be trying to get on the other side of one of these again.

If I'm gonna do this, it needs to be quiet.

- Hey! Shut up or get shot! - Aah!

It's all yours, maestro.

[SIGHS]

Where are you, Finch?

FINCH [OVER COMM]: Already inside, Mr. Reese.

I need to see just how encrypted their system is, so give me a moment.

This is one way of catching them in the act.

REESE: Everyone's up on the 42nd floor.

As soon as I pull Wyler out, be ready to round up the crew.

- You think it's gonna be that simple? - Have a little faith.

We haven't had the pleasure of meeting.

- I'm Detective Carter. - Zoe. John's wife.

Long story.

- Rupert. RUPERT: Good evening, Miss Morgan.

He's expecting you and your friend.

I know, you missed me. My friend and I are on our way up.

[REESE CLEARS THROAT]

Who did you say I was?

- Savannah. An exotic dancer. - Hmm.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Sorry, Rupert. Slight change of plans.

Ah, how's it coming, Finch?

I'm scanning all devices in Mr. Clerik's apartment.

Looks like his television is equipped with a camera.

If I can access the video-chat software...

...I may be able to trick the camera into turning itself on.

And we have eyes.

Mr. Reese, they've got hostages, and two other armed men.

I don't think you're gonna be able to walk through the front door.

Wasn't planning on it.

BURNSIDE: Go check that out, now.

[MAN GROANS]

[SAFE CLICKS]

I got the numbers, now I gotta find the order.

How much longer?

As long as it takes.

REESE: I'm in, Finch.

BURNSIDE: Took you long enough. - Forget about it, we're almost out of here.

MAN: Hey.

[GROANS]

Relax. Relax.

VAUGHN: What is it? BURNSIDE: Might be a switch.

- Some kind of panic button. - That's correct.

The VolP is dialing out to an emergency broadband network.

Even if I canceled it, the call's gone.

Detective, I trust you're monitoring the police bands?

Yeah, I heard the robbery call. Got a few minutes before they show up.

What's the situation like upstairs?

Delicate.

If he's alerted the cops, that's it, we're out of here.

- Not till you open that safe. - You wanna go to jail again?

- That's what happens if you stay. - When did you start calling the shots?

All that's changed is you got three minutes to open that safe.

No.

Open it.

Or I kill you right now.

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

I'm hearing sirens. Am I gonna have to arrest John with the crew?

Preferably not. In the event that the police arrive before he escapes...?

Almost made it a whole day without you two asking me to break the law.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, detective.

These guys are getting jumpy. What do you got in the way of a distraction?

FINCH: I'm working on it.

WYLER: Got it.

VAUGHN: Man with the Midas touch. BURNSIDE: Mm-hm.

I'm holding 20 million worth of blue garnets in my hand. I missed you, Lloyd.

Wish I could say the same.

Finch, I think that's your cue.

Sending an audio file to the surround-sound system.

This might get loud.

You ruined my life so you could start yourself a new one.

This'll square it up.

[ALARM WAILS]

[MEN GROANING AND GRUNTING]

BURNSIDE: God.

You gonna shoot me?

It's been so long, you probably don't remember how that thing works.

REESE: You don't wanna do that.

[PANTING]

Detective Carter, on-scene commander. I've been on this crew all week.

Everybody on me, we're gonna take the west stairwell up, got it?

Let him go, Graham.

I can't.

This has to end.

If you pull that trigger, then Graham Wyler, the man you really are, dies with him.

He can't come after my family again.

He won't. He'll spend the next three decades in prison.

But if you do this, you'll be right there with him.

What's Connie gonna do then?

I knew you didn't have it in you.

You were always--

[GROANS]

A better man.

[PHONE BEEPS]

Come on.

FINCH: Your exit is clear, Mr. Reese. I'm waiting in a car around the corner.

Keep moving. There's not much time.

- Who are you? - Your ride home.

I left a note. Telling her everything.

Who I was, what I'd done. I'm supposed to go back like nothing's ever happened?

Connie and Izzy forget that everything they know about me is a lie?

REESE: Not everything.

What they mean to you, that's real.

- They know that. - I can't change what I've done.

The past is a difficult thing to outrun.

Maybe it's time to stop running.

Graham...

...you don't have to do this.

Yeah, I do.

REESE: Wyler's done hiding, Finch. He just turned himself in.

FINCH: He may have decided to turn himself in, but you need to get out of there.

REESE: Wyler's turning state's evidence in hopes for a reduced sentence.

FINCH: I suppose now the courts will decide what's best for him.

- Oh, hi, John. - Connie.

- I was wondering if I could talk to Graham. - He told me you helped him out.

Didn't say how, but whatever you did....

You're welcome.

[CHUCKLES]

I see you're moving on.

Yeah. A guy like me doesn't belong in the suburbs.

[CHUCKLES]

Just wanted to say goodbye.

This is my stop.

Unlike you, I'm stuck here. Literally.

Judge didn't think I was a danger to society so I get to pay my debt mowing the lawn.

CONNIE: Graham?

- Washer's making that noise again. - I'll be right there.

I put her through a lot. And for whatever reason...

...she's still there when I wake up in the morning. Guess that says something.

Take care, John.

This the part where we get divorced?

Sorry it didn't work out.

Fun while it lasted though, right?

Well, we still have some Scotch left.

Wanna stay one more night, try to win some of that money back?

Hmm.

- Let me guess. One vanilla cone? - Yes, please.

Even in January, I always keep a few of these for when you come by.

Am I that predictable?

No, you just don't deny yourself small pleasures.

You may be the first person that ever told me that.

Nothing wrong with it. You only live once, right?

[CHUCKLES]

[PHONE BEEPS]

Ahem. Hello.

Hello.

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