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Hey, let's just go home, Caitlin. There's no way we're going to make it on

tour bus. I didn't spend two hours doing your nails for us to go home early.

Come on.

Caitlin, Caitlin.

Gosh, you've got to do this.

Hey, hey, you're Jeff, right?

Turncoat's manager?

Turncoat told me to talk to you about getting on the bus. Yeah, I'm sure he

It's true.

He DM'd me from his fan account.

Ask him.

Turncoat!

It's Caitlin.

Remember? We were gonna hang.

You said I'd be good for your next video.

All right.

Good lucky night.

Wait, hey, are you sure about this?

Rochelle, this is going to be the best night of our lives.

Cheers. You look in strats, beautiful.

I'm fine.

Come sit next to me.

Come on.

Okay.

Chill.

Relax.

You can never have too much of this. What the hell's going on up there?

Morning. Hey.

Morning. I'm sorry. I fell asleep on the couch.

I was drowning in paperwork.

All good. Didn't want to wake you. Looked like you were sleeping and

after -action reports.

Well, I am all caught up now, and I am free tonight if you want to celebrate.

Yeah, always.

What are we celebrating?

I have officially hit my 20th at the Bureau.

I can retire with full benefits.

Happened in the blink of an eye.

Izzy.

That's great.

Congratulations.

I'm going to do something ridiculous for tonight.

You know, before I met you, my job was everything.

And you have been nothing but patient. Please.

Patience has nothing to do with it. I know full well how dedicated you are,

passionate, and frankly, I find it.

Exhausting. Sensual, actually.

Can I ask you something? Yeah.

How did you know when it was time to retire?

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

don't know.

Look, the work never ends, right?

And so I think at a certain point, I just felt that my part in the work was

finished.

Devin Dead, including Louis Thornton.

You most likely know him by another name.

Turncoat.

The rapper.

My sister used to listen to him. Yeah, he's got fans. They're on the sidewalk

with paparazzi dying to contaminate the scene.

Could have published a book with all the lyrics that Jagoff wrote about PD, so

Chief felt that the feds would be better, you know, situated to deal with

Appreciate that.

Who are the other Vic?

Members of his entourage in last night's lucky duo.

Lucky duo?

Manager said guy had a tradition.

Pick two lucky fans to party with after the show.

So it wasn't part of the tradition to check IDs.

I mean, these are kids. These girls got to be what?

16, according to a learner's permit.

Same with a friend.

Tell your chief we're happy to help.

I'll tell you what, this looks personal.

Yeah? Why do you say that?

Well, he still has half a million around his neck. Nothing else was taken.

This wasn't about money.

Right.

So what was it about?

Turncoat was on the rise.

I really believe that. Now his publicist is up my ass about releasing his final

LP posthumously. Can we bury the guy first?

I tried to tell him when you get to a certain level of fame, you've got to

real security.

Instead, he hired his friends.

Were there any incidents before this?

You'd get the occasional drunk fan who didn't leave. A couple kids tried to

siphon gas out of our tank.

Stuff like that, but nothing like this.

Any idea who would want to target Turncoat?

Lady, did they not provide you internet?

Anyone who's ever been online knows who did this.

Good morning, everybody.

So, yeah, Turncoat, a .k .a. Lewis Thornton, was gunned down late last

along with his entourage and two teenage girls, Caitlin Thomas and Harsha

Andani, fans of his.

We're in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, the rapper's manager seems to

think the murders were fallout from some very public rap beef.

I'm more of a yacht rock guy myself, so someone might have to help me out with

that. Well, embarrassed to admit, but while everybody has been obsessed with

Drake -Hendrick Lamar feud, I have been tracking Turncoat's beef with Tariq

Ward. You know Tariq Ward, Brooklyn -based rapper.

They had a very contentious run -in on stage at Rolling Loud, a hip -hop

festival that turned into a full -on war with both men dropping brutal diss

tracks every week.

You're familiar with diss tracks.

Now be nice.

All right, so they were trading insults. Was that really motive for murder?

Well, more than just insults. Tariq accused Turncoat of being a pedophile.

on his own supply of high school hotties was the lyric, so Turncoat threatened

to put a bullet in Tariq's ear. At least then he'd have an excuse to be tone

deaf. All right.

Well, is there any reason to believe these threats are anything more than

Well, both Tariq and Turncoat have rap sheets. Their lyrics point to an

affiliation with rival gangs.

Tariq has a litany of weapons charges and served 18 months for aggravated

assault a few years back.

Yeah, Jubal, you're going to want to see this. Okay.

Guessing the charts ain't enough, huh?

After that verse, you're going to need a hearse for real.

Brooklyn ain't your bitch, bitch. Go back to Cleveland.

Climb back in your ditch, snitch. You little rat. I heard you like I'm young,

son. Ain't no time for that. I throw on the track. Squash you like a gnat. Time

to get my gun and make you flash back.

Okay, when did he post this?

During Turncoat's Brooklyn show, two hours before the bus attack.

We should talk to him. Let's bring him in.

All right, Agent Rhodes, you ready to go viral?

Here we go.

FBI.

Tariq Ward.

Tariq. FBI. Special Agent Zidane. This is Rhodes and Scully. I have some

questions to ask you if you'd come with us.

Ah, here we go.

It's the feds, y 'all.

The federalists.

Turncoat gets popped, now we here.

Better watch yourself, suit. I ain't going nowhere.

You want to set an example for the kids, Mr. Ward?

Cooperate. Ask me nicely, baby girl. I just might.

As long as you promise to bust out those handcuffs.

No, you're not going to talk to her like that. There's nobody talking to you,

white boy. Get the hell off my face.

Hey, get off me.

Get off me.

Get off me. Everybody back up. You can't put your hands on us. See how that

works? Come on, now you got to come with me.

Let's go.

You come for me, you're going to bleed. Make no mistake.

Turncoat drop tracks. I reward drop bodies. I warned them not to come to

Brooklyn, didn't I?

Didn't I?

Okay, buddy. Let's go.

Hey, my bad. Heavy.

Had to do my thing for the cameras. You know, everything content these days, but

you get it.

You say content. I heard a confession.

Now listen, I did an ice turncoat. We know that you guys have been fighting.

stage, social media, making threats of violence. From where I'm sitting, it

looks like you finally snapped and made good on those threats.

Hold up, me and my boys were in A .C. last night.

We got a casino, craps table, they got video.

We'll verify that. And we need the names of your boys too.

Of course.

Look, this whole feud was just publicity, okay?

Streamers only cut us on at .003 cents per stream. And that goes to my label,

then I get it cut. And multiply that by two mil and I'm still broke.

I wanted to quit.

Then I found the cheat code.

There's a mini -rasp correlation between engagement with our diss tracks and the

streaming charts. Put me on rap caviar.

Now, why would I want him dead?

This beef's the best thing ever happened to me.

OK.

If not you, then who else would come for Turncoat?

I mean, let's be real. Nobody liked Turncoat.

He was full of himself, rude, his thing for young girls.

And don't get me started on that crook Jeff Mills, his tour manager.

Mills used to be my guy.

Until I caught him skimming cash.

Charging me for expenses I never used on tour. When I saw that same fully

optioned electric tour bus on TMZ, I knew what was up.

Jeff Mills.

One of the same old tired -ass scams.

You say the tour bus is electric?

Yeah. Why?

Mills mentioned the gas tanks earlier.

Any of you wouldn't have those.

All right, let's go see if ERT's still processing the scene.

All right, thank you.

ERT confirmed.

The bus is fully electric.

Okay. Well, that would have freed up space for them to build this thing. Look

this.

Hold on.

Okay.

This is a pretty serious custom trap, Jobs.

What do you think was in there? I don't know.

But whatever it was, apparently it was worth killing seven people for.

Gola. Yeah.

I got another one over here.

That's about $2 million worth of cocaine right there.

This wasn't about some rat beef.

No. Something tells me this was just the opening shot.

You lied to a federal agent, Jeff. That's felony number one.

Given that you were trying to skip town when we picked you up, figured you're

not the only ones you're ducking. So who are you running drugs for?

Well, that depends on what kind of plea deal you can offer.

You were using your bus to distribute drugs all across the country, using your

clients' tours as cover.

Felony number two.

That's 20 years minimum, maybe 30, with all the innocent lives lost as a result

of your scheme.

two of which were teenage girls.

If we find out that you provided underage girls for your client, that's

trafficking of minors.

Tend to life if they convict.

I was not a part of that.

I told him to cut it out with the girls, but I worked for the guy, you know. He

didn't listen.

I'm heartbroken those kids got killed.

Maybe.

I could get another client to do a benefit concert.

I don't think a benefit concert is going to cut it, okay?

So who are you moving these drugs for?

Oh, I'd rather be quiet than dead. My suppliers are not forgiving people.

If I talk, these guys will disembowel me.

Two girls are dead.

For no reason.

You can make that right.

I'll need protection.

A lot of it. Yeah, you'll get protection.

And I'll give up the names.

Yeah. All right, folks. So Jeff Mills just admitted to using Turncoach Tour to

run drugs for a gang called the Solanos gang unit.

You want to bring us up to speed on them? The Solanos are known narco

traffickers with relatively new footholds up and down the East Coast.

Locally, they've cornered the market on pink cocaine.

Okay, this is the drug that the One Direction singer was on when he died,

Correct. Doesn't actually have cocaine in it. Usually it's a mixture of

ketamine, MDMA, and opioids, making four times as potent.

We've been trying to figure out how they move their product for months.

Okay, so one mystery solved, but the Salinas wouldn't hit their own stash, so

who might have wanted to rob them?

It's a long list.

Every gang in the tri -state area has lost territory to the Solanos.

Right. All right, well, let's work smarter, not harder. Has any pink

the streets since last night? Short answer is yes. One of my street -level

said he saw a crew of guys at a club in Midtown last night selling and seemingly

celebrating with pink cocaine. All right, let's get a location on those

All right, Prue, where does it place?

Let's move.

The place is empty.

Good? All good.

Definitely the crew that ripped off the Solano shipment.

Yeah.

But who are they?

Folks, what do we got? Give me something good.

Ballistics confirmed a match this morning. Shooters were the same

that attacked the tour bus. Good news, they won't be hurting anyone else. Two

them were local hoods, guns for hire. Bad news is that the third was a cop

the Grippo crime family.

Okay,

but last I heard, the Grippos had gone quiet.

Yeah, that's how they wanted it to look.

They wound down operations trafficking guns, women, various substances,

especially after they lost their patriarch, Jack Grippo.

He is number three on the most wanted watch list with a hefty million dollar

reward. UFAP still has an outstanding warrant for his arrest. But in 2009, he

fled to Cuba, a non -extradition country, and has been untouchable ever

You keeping tabs on old Jack?

Well, it's one of those names I can't help myself.

Right, so Jack isn't hiding what someone's been making moves in his name.

Rumor has it that would be Sonny Grippo, Jack's son.

Right. Organized crimes suspect he's been secretly rebuilding the org. He's

questioned in connection to several major crimes, but there hasn't been

evidence to arrest him.

Do we have a location on Sonny? Yeah. Cell phone's pinging from his residence

Chelsea. All right. We don't have enough to arrest him. Not yet, but we can make

him sweat.

Bring him in. Yeah.

And, Jubal, when he gets here, let me know. I want to run a point on this one.

Yeah, yeah.

You recognize this man?

Ain't no damn victim supposed to be your job.

Wouldn't refer to him as a victim, Mr. Grippo. He and his two associates killed

seven people in the past 24 hours.

Take a closer look.

Oh, yeah.

I think maybe he used to work for my pops.

Interesting. Your father's been gone 16 years, but his boys remain active.

If you say so. This man who did work for your father didn't just hit a multi

-million dollar cocaine jackpot without someone's say -so. And you're the most

senior member of the Grippo family here in New York.

It's you.

You've been running your father's operation.

Not another word, Sonny, or I swear to God I'll slap your feelings out.

I'm Billy Abbott, Sonny Grippo's attorney.

It was his decision to come in without an attorney.

He changed his mind.

Well, we're going to need to hear that from him.

Careful. When my sister gets going, nothing on God's green earth will shut

up, so just save yourself some grief and let her do her thing.

No handcuffs means you haven't booked him. You've got nothing to charge him

with. And you're not going on some fishing expedition in the hopes that my

brother incriminates himself on a lesser charge.

So leave him to hell alone.

People are dead, including two 16 -year -old girls who got on a tour bus and

never made it home because your family started a gang war.

I understand.

You're just doing your job, and I genuinely hope you find the person

responsible. Good luck.

But I am taking my client home.

Are you married, Counselor?

No. Then your last name.

You'd change it to put some distance between you and your father's

right?

I live my whole life in fear of becoming part of his collateral damage.

People I love are dead because of him.

I was at the crime scene where they found your mother.

You were very young.

I'm so sorry.

So you know, it's not just my father's name that was poisoned.

Can you really look at both of us and tell us you have no idea how violence

continued in your father's name 16 years after he left the country?

Listen to yourself.

Do you really think that Jack Grippo would ever willingly give up his throne?

Billy Abbott claims that her father, Jack Grippo, is still running the

operations from Cuba. Well, Interpol doesn't have much on its activities in

Cuba. It moves off and pays in U .S. cash, which is untraceable. Yeah, well,

there has to be a digital trail somewhere.

AUSA fast -tracked an electronic search warrant for Sonny. Yeah, I'm combing

Sonny's Internet history.

Turns out he's got a burner email account.

Nothing in the inbox or outbox, but a few draft emails.

So what, he has anxiety about hitting send?

Not exactly. It isn't only Sonny's IP address. that logs into the account.

There are two.

The other one, it's in Cuba.

It's foldery.

It's a covert communication tactic. Two users on one email account send messages

to each other in drafts without ever sending.

It's old school. Yeah, okay, okay. So this is how Jack Grippo signaled his son

to hit the Solano drug shipment, which caused the murders of seven folks,

including two innocent girls.

That's got to be enough to arrest Sonny, right?

When was their last correspondence?

Last night, after the murders, the time stamp on the last login matches the sign

in from Cuba, so it has to have been written by Jack.

I'll deliver the flowers to the wedding tomorrow myself.

Does that sound like Jack Grippo's returning to U .S. soil?

He knows that he'd be risking capture.

If he's coming back, it's for something big.

Right. So, who's getting married?

How about two rival gangs?

The city's drug trade is roughly divided into these territories.

If OC's intel is correct, the Grippos have been quietly taking back their old

neighborhood. They're in blue, Solano's green.

If the Grippos took over the Solano's, it would effectively double the

Grippos' territory.

Right. Okay, so last night was a warning shot. Jack Grippo is coming over here

to... Negotiate a Solano surrender, an arranged marriage at best, right?

Well, Grippo has taken over gangs before. If they don't submit, he will

them and their neighbors.

Innocent people are going to die unless we stop them.

I agree. So do we start by arresting Sonny Grippo?

No.

I have another idea.

Hey. So it's called confirmed.

The tracker is in place on Sonny's vehicle. He should lead us right to his

father.

You chased Jack before, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I was part of the joint task force that tried to take Grippo down in

09.

We had him penned to a safe house in Queens, shot his way out, killing two

agents, including one of my instructors from Quantico.

Right.

I don't know if Jack Grippo is bold enough to come back in town, but I hope

is. And then he can watch with his own eyes while I tear down his entire

organization for good.

Jubal, Sonny Grippo just pulled into Teterboro.

It's got to be where his dad's landing.

Place is packed with private jets.

That track.

All right, we're covering the FBO gate, but we're going to need state troopers

at all the rest.

Okay, coordinating now.

All right, O .A., you got the ball?

I got eyes on Sonny's view.

I got Sonny and two guys going into hangar 81.

Can you get an angle inside the door?

Hold on.

Looks like a plane might have already landed.

I can see a jet in there, but I can't see a town number.

Okay, Moran just sent over a confirmation for a flight that pulled

81, originated in Cuba.

I'm going in. Be careful.

I got eyes on Jack Kripo.

Hey, we'll intercept him at the FBO gate. Don't spook him.

Who the hell are you?

O .A.? Hello?

Come on. Not nice. Move!

Jack Kripo's getting into a black Mercedes.

I repeat, Jack Kripo's getting into a black...

I see him. Get him.

FBI!

Get out of the car!

Out of the car with your hands up, now!

Come on.

Who the hell are you?

What? Who is that?

It's not Grippo.

Jubal, we don't have Grippo.

He used a decoy.

Hey.

So we just questioned Grippo's decoy with an interpreter, Cuban National, and

speak Spanish. Says he does not know Grippo. He was paid handsomely in cash

local guy to take a flight to New Jersey.

And we searched the airport.

Sonny ditched his phone and...

He's in the wind.

So they led us to Teterboro, knowing we'd be looking south while Grippo made

real entrance from the north. Yeah, and Marshal Service Fugitive Task Force just

confirmed it, sent us video footage of Grippo crossing the border into the U

ten minutes after Sonny arrived to Teterboro. So we have nothing.

Grippo didn't make it to number three on the most wanted list without being

slippery. You know that.

Yeah, I just really, I really thought that we were going to get in this time.

You know, today, I hit my 20.

I thought maybe... What are you talking about?

That you'd be out?

Our friends from the FAA.

You know that decoy flight that Grippo used?

We know who chartered it.

I can assure you I had nothing to do with booking any flight for my father.

name was on the charter, including the Swiss wire transfer that paid for it.

Check again. You'll find I've never accessed that account.

Never even heard of it. I'm sure my father borrowed my identity. It wouldn't

the first time.

People are nothing but pawns to him.

Including your brother.

He was at the airport when the jet landed.

He met with your father's decoys.

This does not look good for him.

Are you charging my client with something?

Your brother is a person of interest in a litany of violent crimes associated

with the Grippo family.

This does not end well for him. My father is the real problem.

I want Jack Grippo behind bars as much as you do. Then please tell me where he

is. End this.

I would have a condition.

I want full immunity from my brother.

Well, I had a feeling that you would say that, so I got ahead of the paperwork.

Sonny will have full immunity if you can deliver your father.

All right, Billy, so your job is pretty straightforward here, okay? Once your

brother gets to your office, you're trying to get him to talk about where

dad's holed up. And the FBI will use that intel to nail Jack Grippo.

You seem pretty resolute.

Feels fated.

Honey'd never turn on her dad.

Worships the guy I always sided with him over me.

And still, I can't abandon my brother.

I guess loyalty is the family curse.

All right, looks good.

Ready?

All right, Billy, just remember.

Keep him talking, lean forward, draw him in. You'll be fine.

If Sonny finds out I'm wearing a wire, I don't know what he'll do.

Okay, we've got an agent monitoring the situation. One floor above you, and we

are close by.

MTA spotted Sonny hopping off the train a few minutes ago. He should be here any

second.

Where's your phone?

It's right here.

Gotta be careful.

Dad's here. Things are heating up, and these feds, they're trying to follow me.

I know. The FBI called me. Look, Sonny, I can't be your lawyer anymore.

You need to find somebody who can handle this kind of mess. I'm out.

The feds know you at Peterborough. They know you're in deep with Dad.

They're trying to bring you both down.

Let them try.

Dad's not worried. They are closer than you think.

Well, they're not exactly sharing intel with me, but I think they know where Dad

is.

Okay, okay, I hear you. But if that's the case, I gotta go warn him. Billy, do

not let him leave without getting that location.

Sonny, Sonny, be smart.

What if you're with Dad when the feds come in?

You cannot afford to incriminate yourself more. Please.

I don't want to lose you.

Okay, she's working him.

He'll bite.

Families where most people let their guard down.

Then who?

Oh, I just see your necklace. I haven't seen you without Mom's pearl. It doesn't

go with the dress, all right? Look, I'll warn Dad.

They're not after me.

You can lay low.

All right.

Just tell me where to find Dad tonight.

He's meeting up with the Solanos in Tom's place.

Tom's place?

Got it.

I'll take care of it.

Seems like she knows.

Billy, you've got the location.

Wrap it up.

You go home.

Wait for my call.

After I talk to Dad, I'll give you a call. Why do you keep playing with that

necklace? Let me see it. No, it's dust. Don't be an idiot.

No way.

Are you hearing this? Yeah.

I'm not an idiot.

Don't call me an idiot. Just let me see it. Get off me, Sonny.

No. What is it?

Is this a bug?

No. Is this a bug?

Of course not. You'd do that to me instead? No, of course not. Please,

I've only ever tried to... I made her. No. No!

Let me go!

I'm going in.

Drop it.

Put it down!

This is Agent Zidane. I need medical to the third floor.

Sit, sit, sit. Are you hit? What the hell happened in here?

He pulled his gun on me. I didn't have a choice.

I didn't have a choice.

He confirmed Sonny's carotid artery was hit. There's nothing else we could have

done. Not sure how she recovers from this.

So, this was self -defense.

Open and shut, okay?

He's my brother.

My own flesh and blood.

He tried to kill me.

Yeah, Billy, this doesn't all have to be for nothing, okay?

You can tell me where your father is, what the Tom's played.

It's a nickname for a bar that my dad owns through a front

on Roosevelt Ave.

Thank you, and I'm sorry.

And I want you to know that your father is never going to hurt anybody ever

again.

Swats on hand. We have a staging area across the street, but Isabel, the bar's

looking pretty crowded.

If Kripo is meeting with Mark Solano in there and we go in hot, things could get

bloody quickly.

And if we don't, he could slip through our fingers again.

Move in and take no chances.

That's not him.

False hit, I repeat, false hit.

Come on, Skola, give us something.

What the

hell was

that?

A little trick I learned in Cuba.

Drop your comms.

Good boy.

Okay,

but we got eyes on the exits, right? Yes, he's still in there.

This doesn't feel right. We're going in. Move, move, move. Go.

FBI. FBI.

Nobody move.

Everybody stay right where you are.

No sign of Skola.

Drupal, Skola's not here.

What? We have eyes on every exit.

Ian, I need a floor plan to this building. There must be another exit we

know about or a tunnel. Yeah, working on it.

Where the hell is Sonny?

Find my son.

Tell him to move to me with Solano's.

Meet me out back behind the place.

All right.

You're too pretty for a cop.

That's the damn feds in the end, huh?

That's what happens when two teenagers die off of a call that you made.

All has casualties.

Now move the rack for me.

Move it. This?

Move it.

Open the door.

Good boy.

That's it.

Not the move you want to make.

I ain't proud to say I agree that I'm running out of moves here.

Free piece of advice, kid.

Always leave yourself a way out.

He's out in the office.

He's not in the kitchen.

We don't have eyes on Scholar, Jubal.

Ian, you got it?

Uh, yeah. Barr did a remodel 20 years ago. I pulled schematics from the city's

building department.

Now, they don't show it on these new plans, but the bar used to have a

That old stairwell was on the west wall.

Get down to the west side.

We're not seeing it.

Building permits don't lie.

Wait, hold up.

I got drag marks on the floor from the door.

Okay. Could you guys get up for us, please?

Let's move. You're not being an FBI agent. It's not going to get you what

want. We're going out that door. Unless you're stupid, you'll be just fine.

You know why you can't find your son?

He didn't make it.

What are you saying?

What did you do?

I was up on surveillance.

He went after Billy, and she defended herself.

You wouldn't.

You did this. You put him in a corner. Your boy folded.

How do you think we knew that you were meeting the Thelanos here at Tom's

Maybe you're not so smart.

Either way, he gave you up.

But this isn't Tom's place.

Tom's place is the bowling alley, as my cunning bitch daughter well knows.

Drop the gun, Jack.

Isabel, we got him.

Then we're gonna need a coroner.

You keep playing with that necklace. Let me just see it. No, don't be an idiot.

It's just a necklace.

Don't be an idiot. I'm not an idiot. Let me see it. No, get off me!

Is this thing bugged? No, I've only ever tried to protect you.

No! No, Sonny, no!

Hey, you got a minute?

Yeah.

So there was this thing that Grippo said to me in the cellar that just keeps

going through my head, that we had the wrong location.

that Tom's place wasn't a bar but a bowling alley. So I dug in with the gang

unit. Apparently there is a bowling alley up in the Bronx that Gripple's

hang out at.

ERT just sent us the pole camp footage from their location. Take a look.

Billy Abbott took the meeting.

She made the deal with the Thelonov.

She was planning on killing her own brother.

She used us to clear the board, to seize power and form a grippo -folano

alliance, something her own father couldn't do.

And she did it without leaving any fingerprints.

Oh, my gosh.

Thank you.

Of course. Well, it's a big day for you.

Yeah.

Did I say something wrong?

No. Gosh, no.

Not at all.

Just today, we caught a man I thought we'd never get close enough to touch.

And for a second, I thought maybe it was a sign catching him the day I hit my

20. Feels like a sign.

To me.

But... Yeah.

The but.

Somebody else took his place. Someone new to Chase.

You were right.

The work never ends.

Look, I'm sorry it wasn't more of a clear -cut W for you, Izzy.

But again, you decide when your part in the work is finished.

Yeah.

Well...

I'm not finished.

Not yet.

Well, then.

Thank you.

So what are we drinking to?