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- Previously on "The Rainmaker"...

- If I ever see your face in that window again,

you're a dead man.

- I had a plan to get away from him,

hiding the money.

Then he found it.

Next thing I knew, I woke up here.

- Let me help you. I can get you someplace safe.

- He'll find me.

- Brad, what's in those documents?

- Now it's our job to suppress it.

- What would they have to gain by covering

for some psycho nurse?

- You know who that is? - Rosalie Sutton.

She's the reason my father's in prison.

FBI has been sniffing around.

I need to know everything you did for Leo Drummond.

- Guard!

[buzzer blares]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[door clicks shut] - [sighs]

- Shh.

♪ ♪

- That's three in all.

- You found three bugs in there?

- I can bring one to a friend of mine

and see if he can identify them.

- Yeah, let's do that. - No, put them back.

- What do you mean, put them back?

- It's the feds.

I don't want them to know we found them yet.

Put them back.

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

♪ ♪

- It's double-action.

Means you don't have to cock the hammer.

Just point and shoot.

♪ ♪

It's clean.

No serial number.

No way to trace it.

- [sighs]

Are you sure you want this?

- Definitely not.

But I'd feel more worried not having it.

♪ ♪

[dramatic rock music]

♪ ♪

- Sarah, come in.

You got a visitor.

- Dad. I--

- It was an unplanned trip, honey.

Bit of an emergency with a client.

- Yeah.

- I'm sure my son would react the same way

if I suddenly showed up at his office, sitting with his boss.

- I'm just surprised. That's all.

- I didn't know you argued a motion already.

I didn't see a courtroom for three years when I started out.

- Well, Leo gave me a safety net.

- Brad Noonan sat second.

- Well, do I know him?

- We played Augusta a few years ago.

- Oh, yes, the eager one.

- He's settled down a little since then.

- Leo tells me you're up against the boy

you were dating.

- Rudy, Dad.

You know him.

- I know he didn't last very long at Tinley Britt.

- Oh, he's a smart kid.

He just wasn't a good fit.

That's why we make the first year probationary.

Just chalk it up to RandD costs, not unlike dating, if I recall.

- [chuckles] He doesn't have to recall.

Leo kissed a lot of frogs before Rebecca.

- Yeah, if that's all it was,

I would have saved a lot in child support.

- [laughs] What about Sarah?

She gonna make it through her probation?

- Dad. - We have high hopes.

- Well, she's grateful for the opportunity you've given her.

Right, darling?

- Absolutely.

- Leo, do you mind if I steal her

for a few minutes before I go? - Sure.

- I'll bill you for the time. - Ah.

So you got an office overlooking the cafeteria.

- Mm.

- When I started, I was stuck

in a windowless basement.

I'm sorry, OK?

I should have called you first.

- Can't you see how infantilizing it is

to find you in my boss' office, talking about me?

- Look, of course I stopped by to see him.

He did me a personal favor with you.

- Maybe I didn't need the favor.

- [sighs] It doesn't matter how you got here.

I mean, you've clearly risen to the occasion.

- Dad, how well do you really know Leo?

- Well enough. Why?

- He tried to hide a document from the plaintiff.

- [scoffs] The plaintiff being the boyfriend.

- Will you stop?

Look, there's-- there's a committee

at the hospital that may have investigated this death.

We didn't hand over the documents

until we were forced to.

- You're not breaking the law.

You're--I don't know-- testing how elastic it is.

That's the job.

Sarah... - Hmm?

- Out of the hundreds of lawyers working for Leo,

you're the one he chose for this case.

Enjoy it, honey.

It's a big fat deal.

Now, I have to get to work.

And so do you.

Oh, you're getting everything you ever dreamed of,

and long before I did.

I'm proud of you.

[smooches]

[pensive music]

- [sighs]

[upbeat music]

- Brought it to a friend's house.

- Oh, lies, lies, "Lies-ah" Minnelli.

- Why would I lie?

- Because she's in your apartment.

- Yeah, can we get back to Jackie Lemancyzk, please?

Melvin has her, remember, and we need to find them.

- They in your apartment too, huh?

The hell is this?

Avocado, is this for your hair or guacamole?

- She said she needs shampoo. - This isn't good.

- Says it's for women.

- Not the shampoo, this, all of this.

Hiding a girl from her husband?

- Or helping her escape her abuser? Hmm.

- What's the plan here, long-term, huh?

Is she gonna divorce him?

- Ooh, we haven't talked about that.

- Well, are you two gonna run off together?

- It's not like that. - OK.

Walks like a duck, talks like a duck.

Have you had sex with this duck?

- I'm helping someone who needs help.

- How does it help if her husband

finds her in your place?

- She's not at my place.

Prince said take her somewhere no one would think to go.

So I did.

- You told Prince about this?

- Yeah. What's going on? Why?

- Well, did he at least tell you what I told you,

that it's a shit-astrophe in the making?

Oh, Ho Hos.

All right, get her these.

Everybody loves Ho Hos.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Donny Ray was making that for me before he passed.

- Oh, I--

- That's OK.

You can touch it.

I wish he'd gotten a chance to finish it.

You hungry?

- Yeah. [chuckles]

[engine rumbling]

[engine shuts off]

- ♪ So I told him straight up ♪

[knock at door]

♪ I see you got yourself a little bit of denim ♪

♪ Went and bought a brand-new buckle just to fit in ♪

♪ Well, where I come from, you gotta win it ♪

♪ You're all boots, no cowboy ♪

♪ You got a great big hat ♪

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

- All right. - OK, and back, and back.

[laughter]

- ♪ No cowboy ♪

- Hello, ladies.

Hello. [laughter]

What's going on?

- Dot's teaching me how to cook--

what's this called again?

- Charleston red rice, gonna stick to your ribs.

- Ladies, we really have to keep the doors locked.

- Right, right, old habits.

- Oh, Ho Hos?

I love these. - Mm.

- Smells good.

I have something else.

[tense music]

[gun cocking] Hopefully we won't need it.

You know how to use it? - Sure do.

- OK. - Kelly?

- No. - Pretty simple.

Just point and shoot.

Go on. Hold it.

- I'd rather not, if that's OK.

- All right.

I'm gonna put it in here.

It's where Buddy used to keep his

till Donny Ray started walking.

Then I made him get rid of the damn thing.

I gotta let Daisy out. - I'll do it.

- No, you won't.

You look after the chef here.

Onions in the bacon drippings--

- Stir till I can see through them.

- Mm-hmm. - Yes, ma'am.

Yes, Chef. - [chuckles] Yeah.

- Come on, girl.

- You two seem to be getting along.

- She's taking good care of me.

So are you.

- This me? - Yeah, you stir it.

- Think my mom raised a boy

who can't make Charleston red rice?

Come on.

- OK, now you're the chef. - [laughs]

[dog panting]

[dog barking]

- All right, now.

Hurry it up.

- We need to talk, you know, about what happens next.

- This is the most relaxed I've been in a very long time.

- OK.

Talk tomorrow?

- Daisy, come on!

I'm freezing my tootsies off.

[dog barks]

[suspenseful music]

Daisy? [dog barks]

Daisy!

[coyote howls]

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

You done messing around?

Come on, girl.

♪ ♪

That's right. Go on to your bed.

Night, girl.

- [clears throat]

Did you lock the door?

- Yes, I locked the door, worrywart.

Now, what have you two been talking about?

- Um--

- You need to tell your lawyer here

to file divorce papers on that sumbitch.

Honey, you've been running all over hell's half acre

for a long time, trying not to do what you need to.

- I know.

- The only thing you need to decide

is whether you want anyone to do this to you again.

If the answer is no,

every decision after that is in furtherance of that no.

Kelly, listen to me now.

[dramatic music]

There is not a more important word for a woman.

So important, you're gonna write it on your very bones.

And when you need it, it comes from the deepest part of you.

♪ ♪

You think you can do that?

♪ ♪

- [sniffles]

[sighs, sniffles]

♪ ♪

I'm gonna go get a tissue.

- All right.

- Here, I'll get your crutch.

- She's fine, Rudy.

♪ ♪

You done plenty.

Now you need to let that girl stand up on her own.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[water running]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[sniffles]

- Peekaboo.

I see you. - [gasps]

[knock at door]

- [sighs]

Do you know what time it is?

This better blow my mind.

- It's Rudy. He's in county jail.

- New client? - Rudy is the client.

- He was arrested?

For what?

- Murder.

- Well, you did it.

You blew my mind.

- I'm gonna assume he's innocent, Bruiser.

- Who's dead?

- The abusive husband of a girl he was trying to help.

- [sighs] Where did this happen?

- Look, that's all I know. But we gotta help him, Bruiser.

He's a good kid.

A good kid, yes, who makes terrible decisions.

- Let's hope murder isn't one of them.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- It was self-defense in a stand-your-ground state.

It's pretty open and shut, if you ask me.

- Open and shut, huh?

You must be a defense attorney with 20 years' experience.

Oh, no, wait. That's me.

OK, this woman, the wife.

- Kelly. - Kelly.

How do you know Kelly?

- She's my neighbor.

Her husband beats her.

This time, he broke her ankle with a baseball bat.

She was in the hospital.

She needed a place to go.

She was scared.

- Where'd you take her, Rudy, hmm?

- Is this a hard question?

- I brought her to Dot Black's house.

- You what? - Shit-astrophe.

- No, no, no, wait.

You brought her to our client's house?

Are you out of your mind?

- How's Dot, Rudy? Is Dot OK?

- She took a hit to the head, but the paramedics said--

- Oh, God. Paramedics?

- Said she's OK. She's fine, OK?

- Do you have any personal history with this husband,

the dead husband?

- Cliff.

He broke into my apartment a few weeks ago.

- [scoffs] This just keeps getting better.

- He thought Rudy was stalking his wife.

- Come on, man.

- You knew about this?

- There were four people in that house,

three of whom belonged there.

The other one committed first-degree burglary...

- Uh-huh.

- Felony assault and battery,

unlawful confinement,

and criminal domestic violence, just for starters.

You know what I did?

Stood my ground!

♪ ♪

The rest is history.

- "The rest is history" isn't gonna play in court.

- It's like I said, terrible decisions.

♪ ♪

- ♪ They say the killing kind ♪

♪ Is the one you least expect to be ♪

♪ It won't spare ♪

- And you made sure the nurses gave Dot my number?

- Yeah, the nurse said her sister was already

en route to pick her up.

You sure there's no one else you want me to call?

- No, no, I'm fine.

Thanks.

- ♪ So don't just dance ♪

♪ With the flame ♪

♪ It'll run you down ♪

♪ Like a fast, fast moving train ♪

♪ If you do, you'll never, never ♪

♪ Be the same ♪

[glass shatters]

♪ The flame ♪

- ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

- [crying]

- ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

[bell tolling]

- Hi, this is Jessica. How can I help you?

[knocking]

- I need to talk to you.

- Great, 'cause I need to talk to you.

I would like access to the Tissue Committee documents.

- I have to show you something. - I'm co-counsel.

- Junior counsel. - But I'm on the case.

And the other side already has it, so--

- I understand. Look, I just-- - I can handle whatever it is.

What I can't handle is being unprepared.

The firm wants to support me,

let me support the firm.

- [sighs]

Password, there.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [scoffs] That's not funny.

I know you don't like him, but--

- My buddy at the CPD just sent me this.

It's real.

- What? What's the charge?

- Just be glad you dodged this bullet.

He's toast. - Brad, what's the charge?

- Murder.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

- ♪ Uh-huh, OK ♪

♪ Unh, just a little taste of how we do ♪

♪ Yeah, Mama, stack that plate up with soul food ♪

♪ Everybody and my cousin got a problem ♪

♪ Better hush it ♪

♪ This that Southern hospitality ♪

♪ But, y'all, easy does it, mm ♪

- Excuse me, sorry. Sorry.

Bruiser! Excuse me, sorry.

Bruiser, hey. Bruiser!

Just found out Quinn is the prosecutor.

- Oh, shit.

- I think it's "shit-balls" is the term.

- Morning, Your Honor.

- Where's your client, Counselor?

- He's walking in now.

- You're gonna be great.

- Hey, try not to look like a murderer, all right?

Innocent, doe-eyed, choirboy.

- State versus Rudy Baylor.

- Who's prosecuting this?

- Right here, Your Honor.

Robert Quinn for the State.

- Bobby.

- Friend of yours?

- Put my father in prison.

- What? - Yeah, tried to get me too.

- Oh, great.

- Listen, Bobby.

My guy's a lawyer with no priors who,

if he did do anything, acted in self-defense

against a known domestic abuser.

I'm giving you an out here, all right?

Drop it, and we can all go home.

- It's not gonna happen.

- You two done gabbing?

I've got 27 more defendants to go.

And at some point, I'd like to eat my lunch.

- Yeah, well, that's why I was trying

to expedite things, Your Honor, by advising

Mr. Quinn here to drop these absurd charges.

- There is nothing absurd about murder.

- Well, it is when it's a clear case of self-defense.

Not that my client's admitting to anything.

- This is a bail hearing, Bruiser.

We don't debate the merits of the case until we're in trial.

Or have you forgotten how the law works?

- If I don't hear an argument...

- Eat it. - Directed to the bench

in the next five seconds, the two of you

can join Mr. Baylor back in his cell.

- After you.

- Your Honor, Mr. Baylor is a flight risk.

He's an extremely intelligent young man,

a practicing attorney, with the assets and acumen

to flee the jurisdiction in such a manner

that we may never find him again.

State requests $1 million.

- Oh, come on! - Your Honor, he's broke.

He called 911 himself.

My client isn't some psycho on a murder spree.

The deceased was a repeat criminal offender

and known domestic abuser who put his wife in the hospital

four times in the last three years.

- The victim isn't on trial here.

- And neither is my client.

This is a bail hearing, Bobby.

We don't discuss the merits of a case until we're in trial.

Or have you forgotten how the law works?

- Mr. Quinn, her argument is persuasive.

- State requests $1 million.

- No flight risk, no threat, 5 grand.

- Bail set at $50,000.

[gavel bangs] - Yes!

Yes. - Should have taken my offer.

- Eat a bag of dicks.

- We'll see you outside. It's gonna be all right.

I know. Take it easy, Vic, please?

[dramatic music]

- Hey! - Hey.

- You paid my bail?

- Our bondsman paid your bail.

- But she covered the premium.

- Well, I figured you didn't have

an extra 5K lying around, so...

- Bruiser, I don't know what to say.

- Well, you can say it later.

Right now, you have a visitor.

♪ ♪

- Are you OK?

- Well, I've been better.

- Look, I read the police report.

This is the guy that we saw in your building,

the one through the window?

- Cliff Riker, yeah. Kelly is his wife.

- How did you get mixed up in all of this?

- I just bumped into Kelly in the hall a few times.

We became friends.

- Pretty big gap between friends and dead husband.

- We weren't involved, if that's what you mean.

- Look, my dad is in town, OK? He can get you a real lawyer.

- I have a lawyer. - Bruiser?

She's a street lawyer.

- So am I.

- This is serious, Rudy.

I mean, everything you've worked for,

you could go to prison.

- It's not gonna happen. - How can you even say that?

Look--literally, look where you are.

This is your life. Can we just--

- I got myself into this.

Just let me get myself out.

You know me.

I never back down from a fight, right?

- Yeah, I saw some of that at Manfred's deposition.

- Sorry about that.

- No, you're not.

Can I give you a hug?

♪ ♪

- Yeah, come here.

♪ ♪

- All right, Deck, what's their case?

- Wait, wait.

Thought you said the office was bugged.

- Oh, we put them in the men's room for now.

- One more chili dog, and they're gonna hear

all my explosive secrets.

- Plus, the feds don't care about this, OK?

They're after me, not you.

- And why is that?

- Look, I'm not the one in the soup today, all right?

You are.

Deck, what's Quinn's case?

- Married woman meets a new lover.

Lover wants her husband out of the picture

so he can have her all to himself.

- [chuckles]

It's not like that. - Oh?

Tell us how it's not like that.

- Cliff followed me to Dot's house.

- Or maybe you lured him there.

- You know I didn't.

- I'm playing Quinn right now.

- He'll say you arranged this

so you can hide behind stand your ground

and run off with some dead man's wife.

- Well, that's insane.

- Who will testify to the contrary?

- Kelly, for one. - The lover.

- Starting to get the picture?

- Kelly and I, we're not-- we're not intimate.

- And yet you visited her at the hospital several times.

And her nurse on duty told me that you two

looked pretty cozy together.

- You talked to the nurse?

- That's what we do.

And what we know, they know.

How many other mistakes have you made with this girl?

- He bought her shampoo and Ho Hos.

- Ho Hos were your idea.

- Everybody loves Ho Hos.

- What does it matter what I bought her?

- It shows that you care about her.

- Yeah, it's not a crime, guys, to care about someone.

- But it is motive.

Where'd you get the gun?

- East side, bought it off a guy on the street.

- When did you get it?

- Monday morning.

- The same day you used it? - What?

- That's premeditation, Rudy.

- And with no serial number.

This is a layup for the prosecution,

even for a half-gork like Bobby Quinn,

unless I can find something to keep

your stupid ass out of prison.

[tense music]

- After a lot of thought and discussion,

we've come to a difficult decision.

Given the current circumstances,

we're just not confident in your ability

to be as effective as the firm requires.

This is your severance.

- You can't fire me.

- It's not personal.

- I just told you that Pritcher kidnapped

Jackie Lemancyzk, who has a file that she took

off the hospital computers.

You need me.

- We don't know what's in that file.

- We can assume that it's important.

I mean, why else would they break

into Charlie Sturm's house?

- Look at yourself.

You can barely hobble up a flight of stairs.

And let's be honest.

You weren't exactly effective before that.

- That psycho put me in the hospital.

He killed Ethan.

I'm gonna finish this.

- The ball club's making a change.

- You people.

You sit there in your $4,000 suits

and your soft, manicured hands

while I'm out in the real world,

letting you pretend you're clean.

- You feel better?

You be careful on the stairs.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- So you up to date?

- Yeah, yeah.

But I don't understand how it helps them.

Lemancyzk recommended the committee investigate

the deaths of 15 patients.

But according to the minutes,

she didn't provide any evidence.

- They didn't believe her.

So she went up to administration.

- Bernie Manfred.

I want to be helpful.

Let me in.

- We think she had a file.

Melvin Pritcher broke into her ex-boyfriend's house

looking for it.

- How do we know that exactly?

- Are you willing to get your hands dirty?

- How dirty?

- Go talk to the ex.

See what he knows about this file.

- Should we go together?

- He'll see me coming from a mile away.

But you?

Young, innocent, attractive?

He'll trust you.

- OK.

- He's in North City Hospital.

His wife's in a coma from the break-in.

- So Pritcher is dangerous.

- If he is, we didn't know until after he was let go

in a round of layoffs.

You understand?

- Yes.

- You want in, this is the road to getting there.

♪ ♪

- [clears throat]

- Bobby, you shouldn't have.

You could have sent an intern to babysit us.

- I don't trust you, remember?

- [chuckles] I don't think about you enough to remember.

- Well, I bet you think about me every time

you visit your old man.

- Bite me.

- Murder scene.

- Alleged murder.

- Freaky-deaky.

- You can leave now.

- I'm here to observe.

- I know you like to watch, Bobby.

But this scene's been dusted and picked over already,

which means it's mine now.

Or shall I call the judge?

All right, Deck, you're Cliff. - Right.

- Voreen, you're Kelly. And I'm Rudy.

- Come on, Voreen.

This will be better than answering our phones.

- Cliff chases her out of there.

- [gasps]

- Rudy!

- During which I rush in. - Yeah.

[grunts]

[tense music]

- Tackle, then down.

- Go, Kelly!

- Maybe a punch.

Then there was a strangle, right?

Strangle, strangle, strangle.

- Dot rushes in, fires a warning shot.

- Right, right. - Bang.

[gunshot] - Ceiling.

- Cliff knocks the gun out of her hand.

- Right, let me go.

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Kelly and Dot run into the other room.

I somehow grab the gun whilst getting hammered

by a raging athlete and still manage

to push him off me before firing

from the ground, at least five feet away from him.

- You're not buying it.

- Well, here's the first problem.

How did I get five feet away from him?

- I don't know.

What is it?

♪ ♪

- The second problem.

♪ ♪

[monitor beeping]

[knock at door]

- Mr. Sturm?

- Charlie. Yes.

I told the other detective I'd let him know when she woke up.

- We just thought we'd check in.

How's she doing?

- Induced coma, brain swelling.

We don't know when she'll wake up, if she'll wake up.

- Have you happened to hear anything from your ex,

Jackie Lemancyzk?

- You think the break-in is connected to Jackie?

- Mr. Sturm, it's very important

that you tell us everything.

Jackie may be in danger, real danger.

[dramatic music]

- She hid out in my shed for a couple of days.

I--I lent her some money.

She thought someone was trying to kill her,

was convinced she was being followed.

- Why would somebody want to kill her?

- She found something she wasn't supposed to at work.

♪ ♪

- What did she find?

- I don't know. She--she didn't say.

- Well, did she give you anything?

Do you know if Jackie may have hidden something at your house

when she was there?

Did you happen to find anything, anything at all?

- No, I don't think so.

She's been really cagey about the whole thing.

I'm sorry. I wish I could be more helpful.

Yeah, I better get back.

- Mm.

Thank you for your time.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

[bang at door]

- Oh, my God.

Oh, thank God you're OK.

- I would have come sooner, but it's been...a day.

What's this?

- It's all his stuff.

I can't look at it.

- You don't have to stay here, you know.

Stay at my place.

I'll sleep on the couch.

You don't have to be alone.

- Do you think maybe you could just hold me for a while?

- Yeah.

[soft music]

- ♪ Shafts of light through the window ♪

♪ A wisp of hair on your pillow ♪

♪ Golden sand and a deep breath grin ♪

- You OK? - Yeah.

- ♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ So rest ♪

♪ Your tired eyes ♪

♪ Rest your tired eyes ♪

[knock at door]

♪ Rest your tired eyes ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

- You lied to me.

- ♪ Tonight ♪

- My father taught me to never trust crime scene technicians.

They always miss something,

like the fact that there were three shots fired.

One in the ceiling, one in the body,

and a missed shot hit the carpet.

Impossible if he were on the floor.

The angle suggests that the shots came from the door

to the kitchen, where I imagine you were standing.

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

♪ ♪

- Oh, Rudy! Rudy!

Cliff, stop! Just stop!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Rudy!

- [grunts]

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

- You told this theory to anyone?

- Of course not.

Right now, I'm your lawyer, which means I work for you.

But I'm not talking to you right now.

I'm talking to her.

Kelly, I've been doing this a long time.

Whatever he may have told you,

there's no such thing as an open-and-shut case.

It doesn't exist.

And, Rudy, I don't know why you're doing this

or where this hero complex comes from.

But you're making things worse.

[dramatic music]

And you, are you really willing to let someone

you care about risk not only losing

his law license but his freedom?

♪ ♪

You may be shocked to hear me say this,

but sometimes the truth matters.

Sometimes it's all that matters.

- Kelly?

- No, I'm not willing to do that to him.

♪ ♪

- That man broke into my home

with a Louisville Slugger in one hand

and the devil's rage in the other.

- Kelly's been in and out of the hospital four times.

The nurses who took these photos will all testify.

Bobby, I know what you think of me.

But this was a bad guy who was there to kill her.

All she did was defend herself.

- The only thing I wish is that he was still alive

so I could shoot the bastard myself.

- OK.

♪ ♪

- So what about him?

He lied.

- Yeah, I did, and I'm sorry, but--

- We both know the system doesn't

always do the right thing.

But this time, it can.

You can.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[door slams]

Dropping on Rudy. No charges against Kelly.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- So it's over?

- It's over.

- [crying]

♪ ♪

- Wow, Quinn has a heart after all, huh?

- Or self-preservation.

He knew no jury would ever convict her.

- Pleased with yourself?

- I am, rather.

- Bruiser?

Thank you.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[country music playing over speakers]

♪ ♪

- ♪ It's all right to hold each other tonight ♪

- What are you doing?

- Buying you a drink.

- You here to gloat?

- [sighs] No.

I've come to thank you.

- Thank me?

- Yeah, well, I thought you might keep hammering this

you know, 'cause it's me.

But you didn't.

And I'm grateful.

He's a good kid.

♪ ♪

- That was some good lawyering.

- Thank you. - Mm.

♪ ♪

Can I ask you something, now that we're friends?

- We're not friends.

- What did the DA's office think

happened to Rosalie Sutton?

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

- We thought she was dead.

- Why?

- Bruiser, I'm not in a-- - I know what I'm asking here.

♪ ♪

I need to know what my father was into, Bobby.

Please.

♪ ♪

- We had him and Prince on a wire.

They were speaking in code.

But, well, we could guess what they were talking about.

But we couldn't prove it, OK?

That's it. That's all you're gonna get out of me.

Hey, best you don't pay for this now.

You understand.

- Got it.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

- Turns out, Cliff had about $30,000 in a bank account.

I'm gonna use it to start over.

- You're going away.

- I have to.

I hope you understand.

- [sighs]

Are you gonna be OK?

- Better than I was, right?

Rudy, I don't know how to thank you.

- Y'all want some tea?

- I have something for you first.

- For me? - Mm-hmm.

Sit down, OK?

All right. Close your eyes, OK?

[soft piano music]

♪ ♪

Open them.

- ♪ If I have a son ♪

♪ I'll teach him to be brave ♪

- I hope that's OK.

- ♪ 'Cause if I have a son ♪

♪ He's never really safe ♪

♪ And when you run to the corner store for a snack ♪

♪ I want to know that you'll make it back home ♪

♪ Oh, mm ♪

♪ Your skin, it glitters like gold ♪

- [smooches, sniffles]

Excuse me.

- ♪ There's love inside of your soul ♪

♪ But no matter what you say, no matter what you do ♪

♪ This world will never be as friendly to you ♪

♪ I want to keep you close ♪

♪ I want to keep you safe ♪

♪ I hope I see the day where I don't have to pray ♪

♪ Every time you go ♪

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

Dot, are you OK?

- ♪ Every time you go ♪

- [crying]

- ♪ 'Cause if I have a son, he's never really safe ♪

♪ ♪

- I have a situation that's gotten loose.

I need someone I can trust to tighten it back up.

- This isn't usually your style, man,

talking to me directly.

- Well, we have history now, mutually assured destruction.

- [chuckles]

Yeah, well, that history ended up with Lyman in prison.

- Not you.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Who is he?

- It's all in there.

He's not alone.

He took her because she has something we need,

probably a flash drive or something easily hidden.

- And when I find him,

are we talking rail or top shelf?

♪ ♪

I guess that answers my question.

♪ ♪