All language subtitles for Will.Trent.S04E09.1080p.x265-ELiTE_Track3

[Faith] Previously on Will Trent…

Will Trent.

Ava.

It's my number, in case you didn't have it
or need it or whatever.

[Will moaning]

I'm going to New York for a few weeks.

I'll text you when I get back.
Maybe we can do it again. [kisses]

Not everything has to be so serious.

You know, I agree.
Not everything has to be so serious.

Someone told me that recently
and they-- she-- they have a point.

Was it Ava? Was Ava the "they/she/they"?

By the way, I knew you slept with her.
I just know how to mind my business.

Eduardo, read text.

Text from Ava.
"Hey, sexy, send me a selfie."

One second.

Oh, Will, she is not talking about
that kind of selfie.

Oh. Oh, my. Really?

I'll respond to her later.

-[sirens wailing]
-[helicopter whirring]

-[footsteps running]
-[person panting]

[Michael] APD, stop!

[♪ upbeat music playing]

You got the wrong guy!

[truck reverse alarm beeping]

[Michael grunts]

[grunts] Get off of me.

-I didn't do anything.
-Yeah?

Well, I got an eyewitness
who saw you running from the scene.

-You're under arrest.
-It wasn't me. It wasn't me.

-[breathing heavily]
-[sirens wailing]

-[Michael] Relax!
-[handcuffs clicking]

[news reporter]
The state of Georgia is preparing

to execute death row inmate
George Long in less than ten hours.

Long, who has maintained his innocence,
was found guilty of murdering

Atlanta real estate developer Thomas Kelly
and his wife Marjorie in 2010.

Long, who previously served time
for armed robbery,

shot the Kellys
during a failed carjacking.

We have other top stories to get to…

I left early, but Atlanta traffic
took that as a challenge.

You look great.

Thanks, you too.

-Everything okay?
-Of course.

-Just happy you're here.
-Ah.

-All right.
-Let's go to your place.

What, right now? I thought
we'd get dinner. I made a reservation.

Oh, come on, Will. I've missed you.

Besides, when's the last time
you did anything spontaneous?

Hmm. Last night.

I microwaved spaghetti
without a lid on it.

Huh.

I see your point. After you.

[news reporter] …checking in with
our very own Sandra Jones in Cobb County

who can't wait to tell us more.

So, um, how was New York?

It was great. Bought a latte for $16.

Wow, good deal, huh?

I know. How about you?

Betty has a new shampoo.
She smells like grapefruit.

-How's that for spontaneous, huh?
-[laughs]

So, you want to tell me about
the guy in the baseball hat following us?

No idea. Never seen him.

Okay, I'll find out myself.

No. He's been following me all day.

-Okay. Turn left here.
-Oh.

[grunts]

Hey. You see this lady here?
She's not interested.

Yo, it's not what it looks like.

My name is Brett Fontaine.
I'm a retired cop. Check my pocket.

-Oh.
-[grunts]

-[groaning]
-[Ava] Yep.

[gasps, breathes heavily]

NYPD? Why are you in Atlanta?

Because your friend stole something
from Ron Moffitino,

and Ron Moffitino hired me to get it back.

I don't know a Ron Moffitino.

Ooh, and you're lying, Ava Green.

Ron Moffitino is an interior decorator,
and you stole his urn.

All right.
Everyone stop saying Ron Moffitino.

You stole an urn?

Whose urn?

Meat Loaf.

-The singer?
-Singer and actor,

also known as Marvin Lee Aday.

And Ron Moffitino wants the urn
and his ashes back by midnight, or else.

Okay, no more full names.

-Ava, just give the nice man his urn.
-Yeah.

It's not that simple.

Why is it not that simple?

Whoa, whoa. Do you not have the urn?

Okay, look. We're good, all right?

I'll take it from here.

I'll get him back his urn,
and if he has a problem with it,

Ron can come find me himself.

Okay. And what's your name?

Special Agent Will Trent.

Okay, Special Agent Will Trent.

I'll tell Ron Moffitino
that you and Ava Green--

Just get out of here.

-I can explain.
-Mmm.

Can't wait.

[elevator bell dings]

[person 1] Let's go. Get it together.

-[person 2] Okay.
-Come on.

Excuse me, I am looking for
Detective Michael Ormewood. It's urgent.

Hey. Right here.
You don't have to yell it. Can I help you?

You were the responding officer
in the George Long case.

-Yes?
-I'm sorry, who are you?

Joanne Drexel.
I'm part of George's legal team.

Tell them.
Tell them exactly what you told me.

What is this? What's going on?

You don't remember me?

I… Should I?

I'm the witness.

I told you I saw George.

Keep going. Tell him.

[sighs] I lied.

-I made it all up.
-Wait. What are you saying right now?

George Long is innocent.

We have nine hours until he dies.
We need to stop his execution.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

You're judging me. I can feel it.

I just have questions, is all.

Ron Moffitino hired me to take photos
of this place that he just worked on.

Guy's a bit sketchy.
Probably should have turned it down.

But it was 1,500 bucks.
Who am I to say no?

Then guess what? Ron stiffed me.

So, naturally,
you stole Meat Loaf's ashes?

I had to look out for myself, okay?

-$1,500 is a lot of money. It's rent.
-Have you heard of small claims court?

Have you heard of living your life
in the moment?

[chuckling] This is who I am.

It may not always be easy,
but it's way more fun.

You're responsible.
You're conscientious. You're predictable.

You have no idea
what it's like to have to hustle.

Okay, hang on a second.
I've had to hustle my entire life.

I've sold stolen rugs out of a van.

I basically cheated my way
through school, and most importantly,

I love Meat Loaf. Huge fan.

-You're not serious.
-Dead serious.

You know what? I'm gonna help you.

-Where's the urn now?
-I pawned it.

Excellent. At least we know where it is.

First, we need an ATM.

Eduardo, who's Meat Loaf?

-Meat Loaf was a singer…
-You lied. I knew it.

You want a hustler? You got one.
Just try to keep up.

[Eduardo] …Bat Out of Hell has sold
over 40 million copies worldwide

and is the fourth best-selling album
in history. Meat Loaf…

Okay, Harris, why don't you tell us
what really happened 15 years ago?

I went to get Chinese food.

I was walking back to my car

and I heard the gunshots
from the parking garage across the street.

And I was trying to get out of there,
and then you showed up

-and you started asking me questions--
-I asked you if you saw anything.

You described George Long.

You said he ran out of the garage
like he was fleeing.

I know, I, uh… I lied.

[inhales deeply] I saw him.

I saw him,
but he wasn't leaving the garage.

He was just walking down the street.

[Angie] Why would you do that?
Why would you make that up?

He was yelling, okay? He was…

You were yelling and you got in my face,
and it was scary--

Hey, hey!
Don't you try to pin this on me, okay?

You showed up here
days after George was arrested.

You ID'd him.
Why didn't you say something then, huh?

I know. I think about it every day, okay?

-[crying] It just got so big.
-[bangs on table]

I'm sorry! I just…

You want to take a walk?

No, I'm fine right here.

All right, listen.
Even if this man is telling the truth,

he's too drunk
to take a statement right now.

By the way, I find this whole thing
pretty damn convenient.

How do we know he didn't come up with that
story after you bought him a few drinks?

That sounds like
it's right out of the APD's playbook.

Hey, I'm just saying, give me one reason
why I should believe him.

Because George Long is about to be
murdered by the state of Georgia.

[Harris] I'm sorry.

-[chair scrapes]
-I'm sorry.

Hey. All right, let's take a second.
Let's talk about it.

-The key witness lied.
-[sighs]

What are you gonna do about this?

Nothing.
George Long was convicted by a jury.

The guy's had three appeals.
He's not my problem.

Yeah, I know.
He actually did you a lot of good.

-What the hell does that mean?
-I did my research.

You got promoted to detective
right after he was sentenced.

You owe him your career.

All right, that's enough.
Are we done here?

Sure. I'm just gonna file
a last-minute appeal

that'll probably end up in somebody's
shredder, but you two sleep tight.

Try not to intimidate anyone
on the way home.

You all right?

I want to see those damn case files.

[doorbell chimes]

-[chuckling] Urn lady.
-[Ava] Hi.

Welcome back.

I've made a big mistake.
I came in earlier.

[stammers] I wasn't thinking.
I'm a huge idiot.

Oh, babe, don't beat yourself up.
We'll make it right.

My girlfriend sold you Meat Loaf's urn,
and I need to buy it back.

[scoffs] I wish.

That baby flew off my shelves
like a bat out of hell.

You've already sold it?

Sure did. Put it on the website
and one of my regulars snatched it up.

Folks in New York City were calling too.

You would not believe the money
they were offering for that urn.

I wish I could have kept her myself,
but, uh, times are tough, so…

Would you be able to give us
the name of the guy who bought the urn?

Sorry, darling, I cannot do that.

Let me ask you, you a fan?

Certified Meat Lover, brother.

Oh, man. Look, I… I really need this urn.

Without Meat Loaf,
I wouldn't even be here today.

My parents,
they met at a show in New Haven,

-small venue called Toad's Place.
-Toad's Place.

-Historic.
-That's right.

Which show?

Dead Ringer. October 1981.

-Classic, classic.
-[Ava] Mmm.

[all chuckle]

His mum used to talk about it
all the time. Didn't she?

-Yeah. Oh…
-God rest her soul.

You know, she was working at the bar.

My old man came in and bought a drink,
and, well, the rest is history.

They called it loaf at first sight.

[all laugh]

It was a meat-cute.

M-E-A-T.

-There you go. Uh-huh.
-There it is.

-Okay. That's good. That's good too.
-[Will] Yeah.

What do you say?

[sighs] Screw it.

-I'm a hopeless romantic, so…
-[Ava] Aw.

His name is Murph Sanchez.

Actually,
he's having a little shindig tonight.

-Love it. Sounds fun.
-[Will] Mm-hmm.

Now, um… Just between you and me,

this guy can be a real a-hole.

Understood. Meat Lover.

[laughs]

My man. Bye, y'all.

Let's go pay Murph Sanchez a visit.

That was awesome.
Now we get to crash a party.

-[doorbell chimes]
-[Will, Ava] Oh.

[Will] Uh…

You know what? After you.

[patron] That's what I thought.

Ex-boyfriend?

Who do you think I am? [scoffs]

Have you been through these yet?

-No, I'm still on court transcripts.
-Okay.

Hey, I was going to get a burrito.
Wanna go?

I can't. It's gonna be a long night.

I'll just go by myself,

because that's how I'm going to die
anyway, alone with a broken heart.

George Long. What's this?

Please stick around.
We could use your brain.

Well, it depends on what you're doing.

I'm making sure George Long's guilty
before he's put to death.

We had a witness recant.

Okay, perspective.

Give me the SparkNotes.

Prior to murdering the Kellys,

George Long spent six years
in federal prison

for sticking up a car wash at gunpoint.

Violent criminal history, got it.

And when I cuffed him,
I found a wad of cash in his pocket,

which the prosecution suggested
he stole from Marjorie Kelly.

However, forensics didn't find
his fingerprints on anything.

-Her wallet, her purse, their car.
-What about the murder weapon?

The gun was never found.

It's a lot of circumstantial evidence.
Who worked the case?

Ernie Pyzeck.

[chuckles] Home-by.

Hey. Pyzeck taught me a ton.
He was a great detective.

Yeah, as long as he was home by dinner.

What do you think, Angie?

Honestly, there were a lot of people
that hated the victim.

Tom Kelly, big bad real estate developer.

Check this out. Autopsy report.
See his ribs?

Bruises.

Yeah, the ME suggested
those were a week old.

Say he got in a fight…

Whoever gave him those bruises
came back to finish the job.

Looks like he was kicked.
Maybe with the toe of a boot.

Did George Long have any connection
with the Kellys?

-None.
-Huh.

It looks pretty personal to me.

Why didn't they bring this up
in the trial?

I'm gonna try and find somebody
who was close with the Kellys,

help us fill in some of these blanks.

How much time do we have
before Long's executed?

Less than seven hours.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

You've got 20 minutes.

I'm getting dim sum with a man
who has no kids and a full head of hair.

Oh. Good for you.
We won't keep you from that.

So, you were Tom Kelly's assistant
at the time of his murder, is that right?

Yeah, for over a decade.

Not to speak ill of the dead,
but he was a piece of garbage.

What's this about?

Well, we're trying to make sure
we got the right guy.

You think you got the wrong guy?

I mean, isn't he getting executed tonight?

-You're cutting it pretty close.
-Yep.

So, around the time of his murder,

do you recall if there were any residents
that were particularly angry with him?

Too many. Tom was always
throwing people out of their homes.

-Did any of them ever get physical?
-Oh, yeah.

I remember one.

Maybe like a week before the shooting.

Guy stormed in
because his girlfriend got evicted.

He got Tom on the ground
and started kicking him and kicking him,

and, I mean,
security had to carry him out.

-You remember his name?
-Mm-mmm.

-His girlfriend's name?
-Had you ever seen him before?

[sighs] This was 15 years ago.

-Is there any record of this?
-Tom didn't want to press charges,

and the guy kept telling me
he wanted to kill him too.

It got real ugly.

And you didn't even think to mention this
to Detective Pyzeck

or anyone else during the investigation?

No one asked.

[♪ soft upbeat music playing]

[partygoers chattering]

So Murph Sanchez
is having a white party. Perfect.

Yeah, um… It's okay.

-Mm-hmm.
-Let's just keep it simple.

We'll find Murph, buy back the urn,
and then I'm taking you to dinner.

[Ava chuckles]

Who the hell are you two clowns?

Get out of my house.

You must be Murph.

-Yeah.
-Um…

We are a, uh…

a gift from one of
your many generous friends.

We're working the party.

I'm a magician, and this is
my lovely assistant, the Amazing Ava.

Okay. Do something. Impress me.

Oh.

-This your watch?
-Ta-da!

That's pretty neat.

Okay. Go dazzle them.

But if you pocket anything,

we'll have a problem.

-Swell guy.
-Hmm.

When did you learn close magic?

-Oh, I have plenty more up my sleeve.
-[chuckles]

Brother, every person on that jury
said George was guilty.

Yeah, you're right.

We had an eyewitness
point us directly at an ex-con

who just so happened to be
leaving the garage

at the exact same time
the two rich folks got popped.

Perp had a wad of cash on him, right?

[chuckling] Ain't a smoking gun,
but it's pretty good.

Yeah, but Pyzeck, without a witness,
the whole thing falls apart.

Hey, God put our eyes looking this way
for a reason.

Yeah, I guess I just…

I just want to know
that I did the right thing, you know?

Of course you did.
You didn't convict the guy.

You didn't sentence him, and you're not
putting the needle in his arm.

This ain't on you, Ormy. Just let it go.

I'm trying.

You know what case I think about?

None of them.

Hey, you know, uh,

Tom Kelly's assistant said
that a week before the murder,

some guy came into their office,
knocked Tom around,

-threatened to kill him.
-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.
-Hmm.

Why didn't you question her?

Didn't need to.

We already had our guy.

Ma'am, I need help.

Can it wait till tomorrow?

No, George Long is going to be executed
in four hours,

and I think he might be innocent.

I've worked capital cases in my career.
They're heavy.

But we got new information, okay?
The case against him, it doesn't hold up.

Okay, I just-- I need time. I need time
to get the evidence that I need--

Listen, listen, it's not that simple.
There's a system--

Oh, my God. I'm so sick of
everyone blaming the system!

Guess what, Amanda?
We are the system, okay?

So if the system sucks
or the system's broken, that's on us!

[scoffs]

I don't know who you think you are,

coming up into my office,
raising your voice at me.

But you will never do that again.
Do I make myself clear?

Yeah.

Good.

Now,

what do you need?

[rhythmic stomping, clapping]

Are they on drugs or am I?

[whispers] It's a silent disco.
Do you see the headsets?

They're all synced up
to the same playlist.

-Then why are you whispering?
-I'm not sure.

[partygoers vocalizing]

What music do you think
they're listening to?

-♪ Shout ♪
-♪ Don't forget to say, yeah ♪

♪ Say you will ♪

I think it's "Shout"
by the Isley Brothers.

You really are the world's best detective.

-Thank you.
-Mmm.

[partygoers] ♪ Shout! Shout! ♪

Tell me that's Meat Loaf's urn.

[Ava] Yes! That's Meat Loaf's urn.

-♪ Shout! ♪
-All right.

[partygoers clapping, exclaiming]

[partygoers] ♪ I said
I want you to know right now ♪

[whooping]

Look. I'm being spontaneous.
[laughs] Whoo!

[partygoers continue singing] ♪ Shout! ♪

You come here often?

Oh, yeah, I see you.

Don't shout. Maybe shout.

And shout.

[partygoers] ♪ Hey-A-Hey-A
Hey-A-Hey-A ♪

-[Ava gasps]
-Oh.

You good?

I'm great.

Now's our chance.

[partygoer] ♪ Now wait a minute ♪

[partygoers laughing, exclaiming]

-What are you doing?
-I'm not stealing.

We're gonna pay what we owe.

-You know, spontaneous, but conscientious.
-Right. Excellent.

Okay, I got it. Let's go.

Oh.

Murph Sanchez, twelve o'clock.

[partygoers] ♪ Shout! Shout! Shout! ♪

[♪ "Shout" playing on headset]

♪ Come on now
Don't forget to say you will ♪

I can't look away.

Follow me.

♪ Say you will ♪

-Watch the urn. Watch the urn.
-[whimpers]

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ A little bit softer now
A little bit softer now ♪

♪ A little bit softer now
A little bit softer now ♪

-♪ A little bit softer now ♪
-What's happening?

-I don't know.
-♪ A little bit softer now ♪

Put the urn down now!

Murph. I can explain.

[shouting] What?

Headset. I can explain.

Save your breath.
Call the police, honeybun.

♪ A little bit louder now
A little bit louder now… ♪

Get out of the way. Move. I said move.

Okay. You run. I'll take care of him.

♪ A little bit louder now ♪

[Murph] Don't you move, Houdini!

Get out of my way. I'm trying to…

♪ A little bit louder now
A little bit louder now ♪

I told you we'd have a problem…
Get out of my way! Move!

I said move!

He can't hear me.

-Will, hurry!
-Ava, watch out!

Give me the urn, sweetheart.

[both grunting]

-[groans]
-[laughs, gasps]

[partygoers continue singing, stomping]

[grunts]

Ava, let's go. Come on.

♪ Jump up and shout now
Jump up and shout now… ♪

I kicked him. Did you see?

-I did. We gotta go. Now.
-This is our ride.

-What? Why?
-I called it when we were inside.

I figured meat stick got your plates
at the pawn shop. Come on.

Brilliant. Okay.

-[Ava sighs]
-Okay.

Okay, come on, hurry up, drive, drive.

Will…

What?

[automated voice]
Please buckle your safety belts.

Whoa.

♪ You been good to me, baby ♪

[laughs] Okay, that was insane.

Completely insane.

-You were amazing. So sexy.
-Yeah?

Oh. Thank you.

Oh, um…
So now you got to call Ron Moffitino

and tell him you're ready
to give the urn back.

I love it when you bark orders at me.

-[Will] Oh. Mmm. Really?
-Mm-hmm.

Cool.

Mmm. No, but seriously, get your phone.
This is still an emergency.

Yes, sir.

Seat belt, phone, Moffitino. Now.

-Mmm.
-Mmm.

-These are the last ones.
-Here, I'll take 'em.

-How many people did this guy evict?
-[Faith sighs]

425 units just weeks before the murder.

[sighs] Any word from Amanda?

She's been talking to the governor,
but I wouldn't count on it.

Let's hit the phones.

All right, we know our suspect
is the boyfriend of a tenant,

so the only names that matter
are women who were single in 2010.

It's just a numbers game. We got this.

[phone chimes]

Okay, we're in business.

Ron's in town and he will meet us
at your place in an hour.

-[sighs]
-Why is he in town if he sent the PI?

Hang on. [grunts]

You sure you don't know this guy?

Richie Holgan, the thug?
Yeah, he's my Pilates instructor.

No. How'd you get his wallet?

I grew up with Zach Pansky.
Bad roommate, great thief.

You know, why hire a thug and a cop
to do the same job?

I wonder
if there's another player involved.

Someone else that's interested
in Meat Loaf's ashes.

Shh. This will all be over in 60 minutes.

Ever had sex in the back
of an autonomous vehicle?

-No, I have not.
-Hmm.

Let's do this.

-[car chimes]
-[automated voice] Attention, riders.

Please return to your own seats
and buckle your safety belts.

-Hello?
-Hi, my name's Mark.

Please return to your own seats
and buckle your safety belts.

Okay, you got it.
Um, sorry about that, Mark.

Don't say sorry. He's a robot.

I'm a vehicle compliance analyst
at a call center in Tennessee,

and personally, I find your sexcapades
to be unsavory and indecent.

Excuse me, we were just kissing.

I know what kissing is.
My mom and dad do it all the time.

-I don't know what to do with that.
-All right.

Well, now you don't have to look.

[Will] Hmm.

[car chimes]

[car stops]

-Mark! What's going on, Mark?
-[Mark] Get out.

This behavior is a violation
of our terms of service.

What? This is ridiculous.

You know,
we didn't even do anything wrong,

and we're two consenting adults
in a situationship, Mark.

-[Mark] Get out.
-Whatever. Let's go.

[Mark] All right,
well, have a blessed day.

-Thank you so much for riding with us.
-Oh, shut up, Mark.

You know, I have to admit,
I did remove my seat belt.

-Yeah.
-So…

Oh, no. The urn, it's in the front seat.

-Mark, wait!
-Meat Loaf!

This is why I like a plan.

[sighs]

Hey, hey, listen up. We got a new lead.

I just spoke to a lady
who remembers someone named Christine

bragging about her boyfriend fighting Tom.

No clue about a last name
or a unit number, though.

All right, we're looking for a Christine!

I'll call Joanne.
Maybe this will help with her appeal.

Thank you, Christine.
I appreciate your time.

Yep. You too. Thanks.

-Any word from the governor?
-Shut down.

No stay unless we can provide substantial
evidence connecting to a new suspect.

They don't care that he didn't do it?

They haven't cared for 15 years.

You ever witnessed an execution?

I have, yeah.

You know, people used to think
the electric chair was too brutal,

better to use a needle
like we do with pets.

So two guys got together and
scribbled out the formula one afternoon.

No research, no nothing,
just back of a napkin, 1977, in Oklahoma.

[stammers] It is better, though, right?

I mean, eight out of ten prisoners
drown in their own blood.

Their lungs literally burn.

Do you know what stays with me?

They give a sedative first.

They have to check to make sure it works,
so someone says the prisoner's name.

And if there's no response,

they gently stroke his eyelashes.

I mean, isn't that tender?

It's like…

It's like a butterfly kiss.

These people
haven't been touched in years.

And then they pinch his arm.

George Long.

Eyelash. Arm.

And then they stop his heart.

Three hours.

Found our Christine.
Check out who she's married to.

[gasps]

You think Harris has sobered up?

I crossed a line.
I didn't know the rules, but now I do.

No, no. They better not
charge you for that ride.

Tell them to give you a refund.
She needs a refund.

I'll never do it again. You have my word.

Behavior like that
is reserved for the bus.

-Yes, you're absolutely right.
-[groans]

Ava, look.

Oh, right, okay, thank you.
Thank you so much.

I can't believe it. [chuckles]

-Five stars.
-Thank you.

[Ava laughs]

[gasps]

No! No, no, no, no, no.
That did not just happen.

It's okay. It's okay. It's fine.
It's really not that bad.

All we need is some superglue
and a carton of cigarettes.

Ash is ash.
Nobody will know the difference.

Whoa.

Now we know why everyone wants this urn.

[knocking on door]

Lock the door. Lock it!

Settle down, Ron Moffitino.

-Where's the urn?
-Where's my $1,500?

-I'm a little preoccupied, Ava.
-Give me my damn money, Ron!

-Give me my damn money, Ron!
-You're a thief! You're a thief!

-I'm a thief? You're a bum!
-Hey! That's enough, okay?

We broke the urn.
All right, I did some research.

Meat Loaf's widow has his ashes,
and she'd never give 'em up.

-We have the emerald, Ron.
-Give it to me.

I need the emerald
or they're going to kill me.

-[Betty whimpers]
-Okay, who's gonna kill you, huh?

This guy?

Start talking, Ron,
or you're gonna go to prison.

How'd you end up with a stolen gem
worth 250 grand?

My friend gave me the emerald
for safekeeping before he got pinched.

Got myself in a situation
and I needed some cash.

-Evidently.
-Hold on, let him talk.

-Yeah, let me talk.
-[Will] Don't push it, Ron.

I'm on her side, all right?

I know this guy Brian. He deals with
this sort of stuff for the mob,

so we make a plan for a few days out

and I put the emerald in the urn
for safekeeping.

But then little Miss Sticky Fingers
over here comes along.

All of this could have been avoided
if you just paid me.

I need to give them the emerald
or they're gonna kill me.

[whimpers]

Call Brian.

Tell him the deal is on.

[Michael] Tell me about your brother.

Pat?

He's a good guy.

-Is he married?
-Yeah.

He and his wife Christine
have been together a long time.

Look, if you want to save George's life,
you need to tell me the truth.

-I don't know what you mean.
-Come on, Harris. You can do this.

Christine was evicted. It wasn't right.

Just so some rich guy
can get a little bit richer.

If I was Pat, I'd be pissed off too.

Pat was with you that afternoon,
wasn't he?

[breathing shakily]

I can't. I'm sorry. I can't.

Yes, you can, okay?
You came to my office for a reason.

You've spent the last 15 years
lying for your brother.

He gets to live his life.
What about you, huh?

I know that
this is ripping you apart inside,

and the only way
you can get rid of that feeling

is if you do this for yourself.

We were driving to the restaurant.

He said he was fine. I knew he was lying.

I went in to get food and I see him…

run into the parking garage.

He had his gun.

[sighs]

When I heard the shots, I knew it was him.
I'm so sorry. [cries]

[Joanne] Okay.

Listen, we cannot save George's life
unless we have the gun.

Does your brother still have it?
Do you know where it is?

Uh…

Come on, Harris,
we're running out of time!

It's in his house. [inhales deeply]

-Behind the fridge.
-Yes. Yes.

[door opens, closes]

-APD! Patrick Weber, hands up!
-[Pat] What's going on?

-Get out of my house!
-Let's go!

-We have a warrant. Sit down.
-For what?

Let me see your hands. Let's go.

-[Christine] Whoa.
-All right. Hands up, Christine.

-Okay, okay!
-We are good, we are good here.

-[Pat] What's this about? Hey, there's--
-Hands up!

-What is going on?
-I don't know. Don't worry about it.

-What are they doing here?
-I don't know!

Mitchell!
How's it going in there, Mitchell?

I'm good! I found the gun.
It was behind the fridge.

That's not mine! I want a lawyer!

You can have one. You are under arrest
for the murders of Tom and Marjorie Kelly.

[Christine] No!

Where's Ron?

Don't worry about Ron.
I'm the guy with the jewel.

You look good, milkshake.

My associate doesn't like you very much.

Your associate's been
a real pain in my ass.

In fact, I should charge you
an extra 50 grand.

Ron and I agreed on a price.

That's right.

Then why'd you send extra strong
hot dog bun over here to steal it first?

I don't trust you, Brian,
and I have other offers.

You have the money?

I want to see the emerald.

Step right into my office.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

We good?

Pushy, pushy.

Do we have a deal?

-[case closes]
-No.

I'm taking it for free.

-Kill this idiot.
-Hang on. Hey, hang on.

-You a fan of Meat Loaf?
-What?

Meat Loaf, the singer.

-[officers] On the ground!
-GBI!

-Put your weapons down!
-[officers clamoring]

Drop 'em!

[grunting]

Do not move!

You're under arrest, idiot.

[news reporter 1] The governor
has yet to comment on the execution.

We have less than an hour.
Why are they dragging their feet?

They have the power.
They can do whatever they want.

Either way, we did good work.

Either way? What's that supposed to mean?

It means it's out of our hands.

[news reporter 1]
Long appears to be out of options…

[phone buzzes]

…and is hoping for a last-minute miracle
to avoid being executed.

I need to take this.

Is it the governor? Joanne?

[news reporter 1]
…and despite his best efforts

it looks like George Long
is running out of time.

[news reporter 2]
There's no change in status right now…

-I know you don't need to hear this…
-[TV shuts off]

…but I'm proud of you.

[♪ poignant music playing]

They reopened the case against Pat.

We got a stay.

George will get to come home.

[crying]

Most people do coffee in the morning.
You rearrange.

[chuckles] Just keeping you on your toes.

What do you think?
Really opens the room up, right?

Um… Yeah. Wide open.

[chuckles]

Wild night, huh?

Oh, my. How do you live like this?

I don't know. [chuckles]

You made it look pretty easy.

[chuckles]

I should probably go.
I head to Portugal tomorrow.

Mmm.

-How long?
-Just a few weeks.

Great. Just enough time
for my heart rate to get back to normal.

I'll call you.

Will you?

I am responsible and conscientious,
and I do like a plan.

But I also like this.

-It's fun. And a little dangerous.
-[laughs] Mmm.

So, yeah, I will call you.

[phone beeps]

Okay.

Oh, damn it.

Would you call me a car?
They've suspended my account.

[chuckles] Ooh.
You know, I'd do anything for love, but…

I won't do that.

[laughs]

-Let me drive you home.
-Okay.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[Will groans]

♪ Better days are gonna find me ♪

[chuckles]

♪ Better times are on their way… ♪

-Oh, thank you.
-Thank you.

-Enjoy.
-All right.

Oh, no, too sweet. No.
This-- This is better.

Oh. Yeah. What was I even thinking?

Here I am grabbing pancake syrup when
I should've been grabbing pancake jelly.

Who doesn't love pancake jelly?

Oh, boy.

Try it.

You're just changing lives
left and right, huh?

Well, someone has to.

Yeah, but they don't. You care.

That's the job.

You know,
when I first started with the APD,

it was guys like Pyzeck
who took me under their wings.

And I thought they had it all figured out.

You solve a case, you kill a fifth,
you do it again the next day.

You never get attached,
you never bring it home, you just…

keep moving forward.

It took me all these years to figure out

that you don't do that
because you're strong.

You don't do that 'cause you're tough.

You do it 'cause you're weak.

♪ Someday, somebody ♪

♪ Someday, somebody ♪

♪ Sometime, somewhere ♪

What? I have jelly on my face?

No.

♪ Someday, somebody ♪

You're just not what I expected.

-♪ Is gonna take me there ♪
-♪ Is gonna take me there ♪

-♪ Knowing life ain't fair ♪
-♪ Life ain't fair ♪