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I want updates, Archambault,
on all ongoing cases going forward.
Boss, she’s killing us.
When are you coming back?
Just don’t get on Diard’s bad side.
I was in Montreal when I was doing undercover.
His undercover op resulted in the takedown
of a big-time biker crew.
- Boom! You’re dead... - Again!
You just shot me like four times, Arch!
Honey, if you hesitate, you die.
And I like you too much, so please don’t die.
Hah!
-Boom. Dead.
Okay, it’s better, but you need to anticipate your opponent
will have an extra trick up their sleeve.
Send Arch location.
Can you just give me a second?
What’s up?
Fitz has never shared his location before.
That’s weird.
-Okay, I got this. Vas-y.
Why are you following me?
What message?
What is this? What is this, huh?!
Fitz!
What the hell is going on?
-He’s got a gun! Follow him! Hey!
Look back for his jacket.
No cell phone, no wallet, nothing.
-I searched his clothing. Also nothing.
So, what happened?
Why was that guy following you?
No idea, but I know I know him from somewhere.
He was saying something to me.
His French was too fast. Something about a message.
Hmm, sounds ominous.
- Hell of a start to a day. - Yeah.
The lorry driver?
Yeah, Vincent Castille, a local.
He’s shaken, poor guy.
The deceased had this on him.
See if you can get anything on it, including prints.
So...
what now?
-We get changed, and, uh... we go to work.
I sent his prints to your office
to run through the database.
No drugs in his system. But look at this.
Is this a brand?
Like, for cattle?
I knew he looked familiar.
He must have been around when I was undercover in Montreal.
You know him?
Not personally, but the Scorpions,
the biker gang that I infiltrated,
they used to brand their senior members.
Fitz, this guy...
was coming for you.
What are we looking for, exactly?
Anything to give us a clue as to why this man
was in Saint-Pierre.
You think he was sent here to kill you?
Payback for them finding out you were a cop?
-That op was a long time ago. Why now?
I mean, the whole viral video of you arresting
the Premier of Newfoundland?
Scorpions would know I’m here.
While the fingerprint scanner is doing its thing,
I circulated an image of the victim to hotels, B&Bs.
He was staying here.
Oh, hey, look at this.
This is a, um, fried chicken restaurant.
There’s one in Burin, right by the ferry terminal
that takes you to Saint-Pierre.
I’ll check with the Burin transportation department
to see if they have a record of our guy getting on the ferry.
Probably have security cameras at the restaurant.
Check those as well.
Oh, hey, Patty.
Have a look through that.
See if you can find anything that links to our vic.
There’s a bunch of stuff on there from my undercover op.
So...
it’s confidential, okay?
Of course.
And, um, thank you.
Before we investigate our victim’s BnB,
we have to go check in.
With Diard?
I’ve been reading the reports.
What’s this dead biker who assaulted you all about?
Oh, we’re investigating a possible retribution
connected to an undercover op I used to work.
Operation Echo Point?
That’s right, yeah.
Need I remind you of my ground rules?
While Marcus is on leave, you must keep me in the loop.
You’ve read the report.
That’s all we have to go on.
What can you tell me about your undercover op?
Prefect, I’m sorry...
but that’s classified.
-Classified? For me?
Feel free to reach out to my old chief back home.
Maybe she could...
I’m just trying to help. Why were you pulled out?
Was your cover blown?
I was under for a long time.
My family needed me. I needed them.
Pretending to be someone you’re not for that long
can, um...
take its toll.
Fine.
You can leave now.
"You can leave now."
Who talks to people like that?
Well, bedside manner is not Diard’s greatest quality,
that’s for sure.
Yeah.
No indication anyone stayed in this room.
Spoke to the owner.
Only two guests are checked in...
some newlyweds down the hall,
and the guy who rented this room,
his name was Stephen Jolie.
Likely fake.
She also said he had a bunch of bags with him.
I’m not seeing any.
There was no luggage in his car.
Where did all of his things go?
I don’t know, but this bed looks comfortable.
Maybe I’ll just take a little nap right now.
Ah, yeah, with a biker hitman here.
I have a feeling you’ll be sleepwalking all over the place.
-A-hah. A-hah.
- I’m telling you, they’re not. - Hi.
Hi!
Something wrong, officers?
No, we just wanted to ask you a few questions.
What’s your name?
- Sophie. - This is my husband, Alexandre.
Yeah, yeah, we just got married.
-Congratulations. Honeymoon?
That’s right.
There was a guest staying down the hall.
We just wanted to know if you saw him, spoke to him,
got his name?
-Uh, no, not... not really, no.
Why, has something happened to him?
He actually died this morning.
Oh my God.
Wow, that’s... that’s awful.
You didn’t happen to see if he had any visitors?
His luggage, all of his things, they’re...
they’re gone.
No, we were at dinner till late last night.
Yeah, you know, we actually have
our Al Capone walking tour starting soon.
Can we maybe just get your number?
I’ll call you if we see anything suspicious.
- Sure. - Sure.
Thanks.
Oh, and you won’t have much luck
finding a golf course on the island.
Oh. Yeah.
I have them with me wherever I go,
just in case.
Well... have a nice day.
Fitz?
I’m looking all over that thing you asked me to do.
I’ll keep you posted.
Thanks.
So, I checked with the harbour authority...
our victim came over on the last ferry two days ago.
He entered through an official port of entry, so...
So there’s no way he would have got a gun past customs.
And I checked the gun through every database.
As it happens, it had a match for a stolen gun
reported a few years ago.
So, he got it in Saint-Pierre.
So, who in town sells illegal weapons?
There’s a guy, a total douche,
and I’ve been trying to find a way to nail him for years,
and nothing ever sticks.
You must be talking about Gus.
100%, I am.
And I’ve always suspected him of selling guns in Saint-Pierre.
Might be worth a chat.
Okay.
Looks like you’ve had quite the payday.
How nice to see you again, Arch.
Sorry, uh...
can’t stick around.
No, Gus! Don’t run!
Bonjour, Gus.
What do you know about him?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I had nothing to do with his death.
How did you know he was dead?
He doesn’t look like he’s just taking a nap.
What about the gun?
I don’t deal in guns.
Gus...
these drugs are very illegal in France,
and there is enough here to warrant a trafficking charge.
What did he say exactly? Don’t leave any details out.
This is really, really important.
He seemed very serious, you know?
He was jittery. Maybe afraid?
I don’t know! I’m not a psychologist.
He wanted a couple of guns. I don’t ask questions.
- Two guns? - There was only one gun on him.
He said the second one was for a buddy.
That’s all he said, I swear.
Okay Gus.
Now, bye-bye.
You said no charges.
No trafficking charges, but there is still possession
and the illegal sale of firearms.
I’ll be out by supper.
Always am.
Vic’s name is David LeClerc.
He has a rap sheet, but it took some manoeuvring to access it.
Most of these cases have been thrown out.
Or redacted.
Maybe he had a really good lawyer.
The Scorpions are famous
for bribing high-level officials.
It’s actually one of the secrets to their success.
Also... his car’s GPS.
Fitz, he stopped by your motel.
And every other place that I was yesterday.
David LeClerc is dead, but there could be another
biker here looking for you.
With a gun.
I’m gonna get you a 24-hour security.
Ah, okay, Arch...
Arch?
I’m a grown man.
I’m a cop. I’ll be fine.
Partner, don’t worry.
We’re doing it!
We’re doing it!
- Fitz! - Guys, guys!
Fitz! Fitz!
Fitz!
Still got it.
How are you here?
Can’t a girl drop by?
Don’t move!
Whoa, this is not what it looks like.
I watched you pick his lock, so yes,
it’s exactly what it looks like.
But you seem to have it all under control.
You were staking out my place?
Renuf and I took turns.
Arch, this is Jen.
Jen was my... undercover partner.
This is Arch.
Fitz, I need to talk to you.
Alone.
Well, Arch is my partner now.
Anything you have to say to me,
you can trust that it’ll stay between the three of us.
How old are Ashling and Kirin now?
16 and 12.
God, it just feels like yesterday Ash was born.
Okay, uh, look, I’m still undercover.
You’re still undercover with the Scorpions?
How is that possible?
I rose up the ranks, was too valuable to be pulled.
This guy, David...
LeClerc, he came, he had a message for me.
Yeah, I wanted him to let you know there is an operation
landing at your doorstep.
David’s my CI.
Explains his redacted record.
Fitz, I am this close, and I mean it,
to taking them all down,
all the guys at the top, everything.
Kudos, really, but what does that have to do with me?
Why are you here?
Five days ago, I woke up to news that David and I
were coming to Saint-Pierre for a job.
No details, no specifications,
just that I would be briefed when I got here.
David left me a gun in a locker,
but I have not been able to find him.
Jenny, I’m sorry to tell you this,
but David was killed yesterday.
What...?
He was hit by a truck,
not far from here.
I don’t think that was an accident.
In Montreal, people are on edge.
There are rumours, people talking about an informant.
Fitz, if they knew about David, then...
Maybe they’re onto you.
What is the job, the operation?
I-I don’t know, but whatever it is,
it’s gonna be big.
How can we help?
- Uh, I... - don’t know yet.
I need more intel, but I will reach out
as soon as I know what’s what.
This is full undercover protocol, okay?
No one can know that I am involved.
It would jeopardize the op, not to mention my actual life.
Do we understand each other?
Let me check outside before you leave.
Despite everything, it is nice to see your face again, Donny.
It’s clear.
You wanted to see me, Prefect?
Patty, yes.
You log more hours than any other cop on the force,
and you rarely put in for OT.
You remind me of me.
Team player, tough, smart.
You’re destined for big things.
That’s... very kind of you.
Oh, I’m not that kind.
But as a team player myself,
I am concerned for Fitz’s safety.
If you find out more about his undercover work,
maybe we can get to the root of what’s going down
and help him.
Okay.
And... just come to me.
There’s no need to tell him how concerned we are.
You know men.
Talk to me.
We haven’t said a word all morning.
- Sorry. - It’s just kind of like I...
like I just saw a ghost.
When we were undercover, you know, we were in deep.
Too deep. And my reality...
well...
was not reality, you know?
We were in the thick of it.
And this deal we were trying to get done was taking forever,
like months, and I was getting impatient,
and I just...
I tried to speed things up, you know,
and the bikers, they got suspicious.
Was your life in danger?
Yes.
I put my life in danger,
and I put Jenny’s life in danger.
I freaked out, you know, and things got real tense.
Guns were drawn.
And Jenny, she just tried to calm everyone down, you know?
Tried to make everyone relax.
So she started to like, um...
you know, freebase heroin right in front of me,
you know, to prove to the guys, "Hey, we’re cool.
"Hey, we’re not cops."
Fitz, she seems to be on top of it,
professionally at least.
I mean, I don’t know.
I was obviously pulled out of the op right around then,
and I haven’t seen her since.
She’s the root of your nightmares.
The sleepwalking.
Yeah.
Well, some of them anyway.
It’s just... now I’ve got the chance
to take down the Scorpions,
you know, to really nail those pricks.
And help Jenny to finally get out.
David LeClerc was accidentally
flattened by a truck.
Why are we treating his death as a homicide?
The information that we have that led us to that conclusion,
unfortunately, well, it can’t be shared.
Excuse me?
I’ve told you this already, Prefect.
You don’t have clearance.
David LeClerc was in Saint-Pierre
to deliver a message to Fitz.
The biker gang, the Scorpions, are here,
and they’re planning something.
We just don’t know what yet.
We just need to figure out how, if, or why
the Scorpions convinced this guy to carry out a hit.
Vincent Castille. I don’t know him,
but he lives like five blocks from my house.
What’s your point?
I know everyone in my neighbourhood.
And his French, his accent...
I’m actually very good at picking out different dialects.
It sounded French-Canadian, not, uh, Saint-Pierre French.
Okay, can you get us that address?
Oh, um, before you go,
we got the footage from the fast-food restaurant.
David LeClerc placed an order
just before getting on the ferry.
This is from the ferry terminal.
And here’s his car getting into Saint-Pierre.
Patty, pause it.
Zoom in...
I think those are the golf clubs
that were in Alexandre and Sophie’s room
at LeClerc’s B&B.
So, that explains why there was no luggage in his room.
Did they clean him out?
Look, the honeymooners were on the ferry with David.
Is it possible the three of them are working together
on whatever this is?
Renuf, bring in the honeymooners.
Fitz and I will go for Vincent.
Renuf says the honeymooners
checked out of the hotel.
Let’s hope Vincent’s still here.
Door’s locked.
People in Saint-Pierre sometimes hide a key
for their door.
There you go.
Someone fed the cat.
Fitz, do you hear that?
Hello?
We’re the police.
It’s okay. We’re the police.
Hang on. Are you okay?
Vincent, right?
Some people broke in.
Demanded the keys to my truck and my driver’s license.
Two men and a woman?
Yes, and one of them was staying upstairs.
Earlier, I heard footsteps leaving in a hurry.
Did you hear them speak to each other, say anything?
Anything you heard could help.
Well, uh...
they poured food for my Belle, my cat.
Oh, and my printer.
It jammed up and the guy got frustrated and he left.
What is that?
"Fitzpatrick is a liability.
"I refuse to continue working with him."
Um, I managed to pull the full schematics from that printer.
It’s a vault door from the ’20s,
but apparently one of the toughest vaults to crack, ever.
Where would there be a vault like that here in Saint-Pierre?
I’m surprised you haven’t seen it
on one of your little history tours.
Ha-ha.
If there’s a vault like this here,
I know who can help.
So, whatever the bikers were doing here,
you think has something to do with the vault?
Their target is the post office.
Mail?
- Hardly profitable. - Or worth killing over.
Almost no one in Saint-Pierre knows this,
but there’s a secret hidden deep underneath the Post Office.
What kind of secret?
France set up a currency reserve decades ago.
This vault...
contains 30 billion euros.
Your bikers are getting ready to steal it.
So, it’s an emergency contingency fund?
-In case of a nuclear fallout... war, flood.
It’s been around since World War II.
I can’t believe it’s been right where I’ve been collecting
my mail my whole life.
Hidden in plain sight
where no one would think to look for it.
The inspector has made it very clear to me that he understands
what classified means, and this, Marcus, is just that.
They have been given clearance.
By...?
Me.
Do I need to remind you that I’m still the chief
with full departmental authority?
- You’re on leave. - Of my choice.
So, consider my leave cancelled.
Now, we can argue semantics or we can acknowledge the fact
that my exceptional team uncovered a conspiracy
by a dangerous gang to rob the French government’s reserve.
Do we believe that the bikers are behind this on their own?
You think they have someone on the inside?
A bigger player, someone from here maybe.
Someone who’s abreast of illegal activity
in Saint-Pierre.
-Oh, for God’s sakes. Who?
Gallagher.
I hear he’s out of ICU, awake, eating, talking,
making the nurses’ lives hell.
Sounds like you two need to go on a fishing expedition.
Just be careful what you reveal in the process.
Well, well, well.
I suppose you’ve come to finish me off, have you?
We’re not happy about this visit
any more than you are.
You shot me twice.
Bloody miracle I’m still alive.
- No doubt. - You’re very lucky.
Hmm.
However, Deputy, I do appreciate your...
your compassion in the way that you...
you shot my son, Rowan.
I know that you’re capable of inflicting much worse damage
than that, so...
thanks to you, he’s alive.
We need to ask you about a theoretical crime.
- Aye. - Go on, then.
What if I told you there are dangerous people
who are making moves in Saint-Pierre?
Big moves.
A Montreal bike gang is moving in on your turf.
Or... doing your bidding?
Well... whatever they’re up to,
I can assure you they’re not doing my bidding.
Will you be getting to your point or what?
When you see this building, what comes to mind?
I’m gonna make the assumption
that you don’t want my opinion on the effectiveness
of the French postal service,
but you think I’ve lived here as long as I have and...
I don’t know what’s under every rock on this island?
Are you in on it?
Deputy, I’m embarrassed for you.
Embarrassed you think I’d make such a brash
and ill-witted attempt to grab some quick cash.
30 billion euro is hardly quick cash.
Yeah.
All right.
Alright, yes, I might have imagined...
that one could rob the federal reserve.
Hypothetically, of course.
Yeah.
Now, first things first, you...
you’d want to keep the crowds away,
arouse zero suspicion,
so you’d probably want to do it at night, you know, or...
Middle of the day, lunchtime maybe?
Two hours for a sandwich?
I never understood that French tradition.
Yeah, you’d need some time, time to get in,
get past the high security gate,
and then crack the vault, load up the mail van.
Mail van?
Yeah, inconspicuous in daylight.
The way out?
Might use a chopper and a smuggler’s speedboat.
You know, split the haul into two loads.
Half by air, half by boat.
- Mm-hm. - Smart.
Except I’d never be idiot enough
to attempt it in the first place.
Never be able to set foot on this island again.
I can assure you...
I am never leaving Saint-Pierre.
Voluntarily, anyway.
Right.
Hey, wait, somethin’...
You know...
apologies are overrated, aren’t they?
But, uh...
that night in the graveyard...
You don’t have to.
Eamon McGregor influenced me in a way that I...
I would normally be immune to.
The loss of my eldest son, Tristan, um...
to lose a child...
I wasn’t in control of my actions that night.
We appreciate your insight.
Save your apologies for Marcus.
You handled that really well.
It’s a message from Jenny.
There’s nothing on it.
-Paper plane is code. She wants to meet.
I know where.
You were supposed to keep this under wraps.
Well, it’s turned into a murder investigation, Jenny.
Or an armed robbery on France’s reserve.
Okay, so you know about it?
Well, thanks to your investigation,
the heist has been moved up to this afternoon.
Lunchtime.
Yeah.
Obviously, you’ve made contact with the bikers.
Do you think they made you?
- No, no, there’s no way. - I would be dead just like David.
Wait, that is Alexandre Fontaine,
top of the heap, new guard, and vicious.
He’s after your time, Fitz.
That’s Sophie, his girlfriend, and Ralph.
Ralph goes where Alexandre goes.
Where are you to meet?
We can arrange a tactical unit.
-No, no, no, no. We...
we need to have them go through with it, okay?
We need to catch them in the act, stealing the money.
That is the only way they will get the time they deserve.
Otherwise, there’ll be no justice for David.
I think she’s right, Arch.
Okay...
With what you both have sacrificed
for your undercover work,
let’s make sure we nail these bastards.
We’re going to bring our team up to speed.
Don’t worry, you can trust them.
Your old partner, are we sure about her?
I don’t see how we have any other choice.
Our eyes are gonna be everywhere.
These guys are not getting away.
The Scorpions will arrive via the mail van.
Renuf is gonna lead the team on the expected route.
He’s gonna be tailing the mail van in an unmarked car.
They killed David.
Jenny said he was their driver,
so we should expect someone new to take his place.
That’s the unknown.
Arch and I will be on site in an unmarked surveillance van.
We can’t leave anything up to chance.
Which brings us to the most integral part of this plan.
We need one of ours on the inside.
Obviously, the players,
they all would recognize me and Arch.
So... who do you have in mind?
Well, there’s really only one possible choice,
isn’t there?
Me?
Yeah.
Okay, Patty, we have visuals.
You didn’t think I was gonna let you do this
without me, did you?
They’re here. Game time.
Patty, they’re coming in.
You’re going to be great.
Ah, oui?
Chef de bureau?
Fancy.
You’re the perfect person to take us downstairs,
to the vault.
I-I don’t know what you mean.
Lying isn’t gonna do you any good, okay?
We know all about the reserve.
Just do what we tell you to do,
and you’ll be sleeping soundly in bed tonight.
You got it?
Good move. Let’s go.
Your time to shine.
Let’s go.
You just do what I say.
You understand that, Burnett?
- Good. - Jenny clocked our signal.
What signal?
Burnett was my codename when I was undercover.
Jenny knows that Patty’s with us.
Do we have eyes on our driver yet?
Is that Gus?
That sneaky shit!
You should know the cage door only stays unlocked
for 20 minutes, then it closes automatically.
If it’s propped open, get ready for every alarm
in the place to go off.
Go, go, go.
That’s all the time we need.
Let’s go! Come on!
Alright, let’s get that drill goin’!
Let’s go!
Okay, well, there goes the audio.
Yeah, but at least we still have visuals.
She’s doing great so far.
Almost there, guys.
- It’s time. - She served her purpose.
Uh, um, we’re not out of the woods yet.
I think we should hold on to her.
Like a hostage, collateral.
Alright.
Put her to work once we’re inside.
- Yeah. - All right.
We clear? Come on.
You, this way.
Now blow it open!
Nice!
There we go!
Are we good? We’re clear?
Open it, open it!
Hah!
Change of plans.
You’re coming with us.
We’ve lost visual.
Alright, let’s go.
Leave ’em.
I don’t like not seeing what’s going on.
The bigger problem is Gus.
He knows Patty’s a cop.
Her cover will be blown if she gets in the van.
I’ve got an idea.
Me leaving with you wasn’t part of the plan.
-I know, just trust me. I got you.
Let’s go.
Get it bagged!
Come on. Get to work.
How’s this for being kept in the loop?
Five minutes!
- Ah, let’s go. - Yeah.
Come on, hold them up, let’s go!
Come on!
Faster! Let’s go!
Now, I know what you’re up to.
I want you to think about what your next move’s gonna be.
Because it might be your last.
No "out by supper," not this time.
Nah-nah-nah-nah nah-nah-nah-nah.
Now, listen. Look at me.
I want you to stick to the plan and make sure the money
gets to its destination. Do you hear me?
Come again...?
Here’s what you’re gonna do.
Come on, fill ’em up, let’s go!
- Come on, come on. - Let’s go.
Go, go!
-We don’t have time! Let’s go!
- Hurry! Let’s go! - Hurry! Come on!
Come on, come on!
Dammit...
It’s locked.
I never liked you.
Never trusted you.
You’re lucky this isn’t ending up
the way it did for David. Come on, let’s go.
- Let me out! - Come on, let me out!
Let’s go! Come on!
No!
-Come on, go, go, go, go! We gotta move!
Only Alexandre and Sophie got in.
Shit, Jenny.
Something’s wrong.
Call for backup.
If they scatter, the money might disappear right in front of us.
If we move, we endanger Patty.
Fitz is up to something. We wait.
Get a move on, come on!
To all units, we move to stage three.
Keep your distance, do not engage.
They have an officer with them.
Hey, there.
Where you headed?
Oh!
Man, am I glad to see you.
Alexandre locked me in the vault and your gal
slipped me the key, but he was gonna leave me there
to get caught.
Kind of feels like you have another plan in mind.
What’s in the bag, Jen? Anything fun?
There’s not much point lying to you.
Oh, I don’t suppose you’d just, uh...
look the other way?
Or you could meet me somewhere far away
like we always wanted to?
The Scorpions...
they’re done, they’re going down.
All your...
all your sacrifice, your hard work, everything.
Jenny, you’re nearly out.
Come on, Fitz.
What’s left for me?
You’ve got your...
your kids; you have a life.
I gave all of that up.
And for what?
An empty basement apartment alone?
With this money, I could start over.
And I’m not joking.
You could come, too.
We could leave right now.
Just think about what we could do with, what,
five million Euro.
Or not.
But just let me go.
Please.
Fitz, you owe me.
Jen, you know I can’t let you go.
And even if I could... what?
You take this money...
you keep living your life
always looking over your shoulder
like you’re still undercover?
You’ll never be free.
Well, I’d like to try.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry it has to be this way.
-Why are you stopping here, man? Get us closer to the boat!
-You want to be spotted? We’re exposed over there.
Let’s go! Go! Go! Go!
Sophie...
Let’s go!
Come on!
No witnesses.
Let’s go.
You don’t have to do this.
Hands up!
Stay on the ground!
- Come on! - It’s over.
Arrêtez!
Arrêtez! Arrêtez ou je tire!
Okay, okay, okay!
You did it.
I learned from the best.
I’ve never seen so much cash.
Don’t touch.
I assured the Director General of the Treasury
it was in good hands.
Job well done, team.
We’re gonna get this back in lockup,
and then our Prefect here is going to buy the first round.
Oh, nice.
I think we deserve a little celebration.
There we go.
Um, Fitz...
what happened when you found Jenny?
Oh, I, uh...
caught up with her outside the vault.
Leaving her the key was a nice one.
Great work today, Patty.
Thanks.
You’re too slow!
No, no, no, I don’t wanna wear you out.
Oh, please!
I’d leave you in my actual dust if I wanted.
So, what’s going to happen with Jenny?
Well, she intended to commit a crime,
but she didn’t actually commit one,
so Marcus spoke to my chief back home.
I think she’s gonna get some mental health leave,
save her career, her reputation.
Yeah, she’s been undercover a long time.
I know it takes its toll.
Yeah.
The paper plane, the one Jenny left for you,
what was that about?
Well...
it was like a...
like, when we were undercover,
we were tired of the lies,
the, uh, the con...
we used to go up to the airport, you know,
the end of the runway, and, uh, we’d watch the planes...
take off, and...
we’d just imagine what it was like to...
to disappear.
Together?
Yeah.
Things got messy.
Ruined my marriage.
And I don’t know what it did to Jenny.
And I, uh...
I crossed a line.
Yeah.
I’m sorry. That’s rough.
Well...
you live, you learn.
I...
I discovered that, uh...
that’s not a line I’ll ever cross again.
Put that in.
Okay.
What is it?
A banger, right?
Not bad.
Not bad.
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