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Previously, on Rogue...

What do we have on the vic?

Daniel Jameson, mid-50's, a
partner at the Ombello Group.

"Ombello?"
Is that Latin for bullshit?

He had an apartment in the city.

And before you ask,
I don't know where it is.

Why don't you try to find
Jameson's apartment?

Have you heard of a detective
by the name of Casey Oaks?

If I can figure out
who else is paying

and why that gives
me leverage...

Maybe I can get out
from under him.

Casey Oaks. What the fuck?
Look at this.

That's Oaks.

Do you have any idea how hard
it is to prove a cop is dirty?

He said he loved sittin'
in the bleachers

in old Candlestick
with his buddies.

So maybe my guy was headed
for San Francisco.

I think I've got a live one
on Drubeskaya.

A double homicide
at a gas station off the I-70.

What about this
poor schmuck's vehicle?

He reset his GPS
for San Francisco.

Helena Peabody.

Seriously?

She was your favorite?

That bitch ruined Bette's life.

Bullshit!

She came between Bette and Tina,

she fucked up a beautiful thing.

Tina knew exactly
what she was doing.

She's the one who strayed!

- Yeah, but...
- Plus Tina was into dick, man!

That shit don't fly.

Helena saw what she wanted
and she went after it.

And she didn't give a fuck
about the consequences.

Helena is all woman. She's...

She's what?

Sadie?

Sadie!

Hello, Sadie.

What the fuck?

It's good to see you too.

Sadie!

I missed you.

You got some balls,
you know that?

Look, things got
outta hand, okay?

You think?

It wasn't easy for me either.

- I had...
- You had?

Really? I had prison.

Whatever you had,
you didn't have that.

I'm sorry.

It's a little too fucking
late for that.

Is it?

You find everything you need?

Yeah, so far, so good.

- You screwed up bad?
- Excuse me.

Cap sends someone down here
to check on old files,

usually they've screwed
the pooch something awful.

Yeah, well, I hope this
gets him off my back.

You want I should help?

No. Call it penance.

How else will I learn?

Yeah.

You got rid of the green sofa.

Your cat peed on it.

At least someone missed me.

Where is Benny?

Wyoming.

Rachel took him
when I went away.

- Got anything to drink?
- You're not staying.

It's all there.

Most of it.

- My diamond earrings?
- Hocked them.

- Bills.
- My bracelet?

Gave it to some chick
I met at Dinah Shore.

She was real fucking good.

One drink.

Then I'll go.

I thought about this a lot.

Every night, lying in my cell.

What would I say if
I ever saw you again?

Well...

Now's your chance.

You're a total bitch.

You know that?

I am.

I am a total bitch.

But...

I'm here now.

In your kitchen.

So you say or do...

Whatever it is you think
you need to say.

Or do.

I guess I deserved that.

I fucking hate you.

Since when did
we start keeping secrets?

This one, I don't know...

9:30.

I should have been a tailor.

And you should have the back
that goes with it.

Bagel and a schmear. Coffee.

Pearl. Number one
for Mr. Fishbein, please.

Maybe one of these days
the earth will stop spinning

and you'll order number two.

Every morning for 53 years,
my old man leaves the house,

and takes the T train
to the shop.

And then one day,
he decides he wants

an oat bran muffin from Ida's.

So for the first time
in his life,

he gets off the train at 24th.

He figures he'll have a muffin
and a cup of coffee

and walk to the shop from there.

- Is that the end of the story?
- For my father, it was.

Two months later he drops dead
in his tracks,

just like that.

And you blame the muffin?

All I know is that he changed
the routine.

And once you change the routine,

you change every step
that comes after.

Routine, my friend. Routine.

You have a great day,
sweetheart.

Thank you.

I choose life!

He's right, you know.

No reason to start keeping
secrets from me now.

- This one's different, Pops.
- No shit.

Is it that obvious?

It's your fourth cup of coffee.

I may be dealing
with a dirty cop.

No. You aren't.

Look, there are rotten apples,
even at SFPD.

You're not IA. Stay out of this.

You don't understand, Pops.

Bullshit, 20 years on the force,

I understand plenty.

No good can come
of this for you.

If you're right, you're a rat.

If you're wrong,
no one's gonna say,

"Well done, you
gave it the old college try."

Listen to me, baby.
I know things about life.

Hey! You gotta try this.

- I'm good.
- No, no, no.

For 10 years, the old guys are
making me fresh Spanakopita

for my hangovers.
Trust me, take a bite.

I'm not hung-over.
What do you want?

You know, the Greeks
they have a shit reputation,

you know, with the butt
fucking and all,

but any guy that can
bake like this

will always have a place
in my kitchen.

- How'd the drop go?
- It was good.

It was no problem.

Yeah, I heard. Don't worry,
you passed the test.

I got a little job for you
tomorrow morning.

How long's this gonna go on for?

Am I sensing a little
resistance here?

Hey. Walk with me.

Mr. Popodopoulos,
his Spanakopita is delicious!

Honestly, it's like it was
made by angels, Mr. P.

It's just perfect.

What the hell is wrong with you?

- He's an old man.
- Yeah?

- You all right?
- You ever wonder

why a magic wand

has a star at the end of it?

Because it can make
things just disappear.

And this star here says I can
do whatever the fuck I want.

So, you're on my clock until
I decide that you're not.

Mr. P, you're a fucking artist.

I'll call you later with
the details, right?

- Piece of shit.
- You okay?

It's not as bad as it looks.

You're a handsome young man.

Come on, I'll help
you fix it up.

And thanks again, Mr. P.

Jesus.

Where's the fucking bath mat?

Jennie took it.

God, that looks a whole lot
worse in the daylight.

- It'll heal.
- What happened?

You really wanna know?

I really want to know.

I got shot.

Son of a bitch
named Ethan Kelly.

We were working together on
a big haul, and he got greedy.

Tried to shoot me in the back.

- Sounds like a prick.
- Yeah, you got that right.

Tell me if it hurts.

Thank you.

Hi, is that Nancy?

It is.

Detective Clea Annou.

I'm trying to get hold
of Dominique Lacour.

Do you guys have
her working today?

No. Her mother's been taken ill.

She's gone to visit her.

Okay, do you know where
I can find her mom?

Yeah. Guatemala.

So, she just disappeared?

Guatemala.

Only the guilty flee.

I don't think she
was in this alone.

Never pegged you
as a conspiracy theorist.

Not every conspiracy
is a theory.

You find Jameson's
apartment yet?

No, I'm still looking,
but I'm going to go over

and to talk to his boss
right now.

Meter's running on this one.

- Meaning?
- Meaning, no one gives medals

for solving a Jane Doe,

conspiracy or not.

- Sir...
- What?

That Detective who sat in
on my interview, Oaks...

What about him?

- You ever met him before?
- No.

You investigating him now?

Just wondered is all.

Hey!

Let's get some
grilled shrimp. On me.

You got it yesterday.

Come with me.

I want you
to do something for me.

And the shrimp is a bribe?

A little.

Look, you can totally say,
"No", no hard feelings.

Jesus, Clea.

I'm your fucking partner.

Spit it out.

I want you to sit on a house.

Thank God!

I thought you were
going to ask me to watch

your fucking dog.

Who's house?

Casey Oaks.

- The cop?
- Yes.

Shit!

Can't I just keep Rover company?

Okay. Don't worry about it.
It's fine.

I was kidding.

All right, all you gotta
do is call me

if you see something
that doesn't look right. Okay?

You know this could
be both our asses?

I know. I wouldn't ask
if it weren't important.

It's probably nothing.

Yeah, I said I'll do it.

Let's go get that shrimp.

What can I do for you,
Counselor?

I'd like to see these files.

I could get them myself if...

You could if you
carried a badge.

Just trying to save you a trip.

This won't take a minute.

Is there a problem?

Only for the guy at the wrong
end of these files.

Someone else was asking
for them last night.

- They're checked out.
- Can I ask who?

Well, you could ask me
anything you want.

Just bustin' balls, Counselor.

It was Clea Annou
from Southern Division.

Thanks.

Joan, can you get me
Captain Sleader?

- At Central, right?
- Southern.

He's on two.

Hey, how are you doing, Frank?

I'm good.

So, one of your detectives,
Clea Annou...

No, I'm sure it's nothing.

It's just that we're running
a sting out in Bayview,

Thomas Avenue, and one of my
guys spotted her in the area.

I just don't want my guys
stepping on your guy's toes

and vice versa.

The Jameson homicide?

No, we're good.

All right, thanks a lot.

Hey, come on in.

This isn't wet or anything,
is it?

No.

I went to pull files on Oaks'
cases that either ended

before trial or
without a conviction.

In the last three years,
there were five.

The thing is, they were all
pulled by another cop,

Clea Annou.

- Maybe she's covering for him.
- Or she's looking into him.

I can't approach her
without setting off alarms

so you're going
to have to do it.

Of course.

Look, Ethan, this whole thing
goes nowhere

unless we get someone inside
the Department on our side.

Right.

You start making allegations
against Oaks,

even with evidence
to support it,

you have no idea how thick
that blue line is.

They arrest you on some
trumped-up charge,

you resist, they restrain you,
back of a police van,

I can't breathe,
I can't breathe.

You know how it goes.

Yeah, I know how it goes.

Then help me build
a case so watertight,

so slam-fucking-dunkable,

then maybe, maybe you have
a chance of getting out

from under this guy.

- And maybe you make DA.
- Maybe.

But we can't do this
without help.

All right, what do you
need from me?

First. Stay close to Oaks.

Second, this is Clea Annou's
personnel file.

It's all I could get without
making people curious.

Figure out which side
of the line she's on.

If he does anything else,
I'm the first to know.

Absolutely.

Hey. Brought you coffee.

Thank you.

Whose kids?

It's nothing.

Just unfinished business.

Is this to do with Ethan Kelly?

Yes.

Let me take a look.

What's their connection
to Kelly?

Why don't we go for a drive.

I had just lectured you.

Lectured me? Wow!

Did we suddenly step into some
sort of 1950's time warp?

The brooding husband
and the sad, diminutive wife.

No. Because there's
no era in which

I'd ever be married to you.

You're just pissed because
I cracked the perp.

I'm pissed because I am
running point

and you came in half-cocked.

I just wanted to be home
by dinner.

Something funny?

No, you remind me of me
and my partner.

Patrick Finnegan. Chicago PD.

Davis.

It's about all I can do
to not murder her.

I'm here on behalf

of the Federal Task Force
Investigation.

Yeah, what case?

The murder of a Federal Officer.

Shit. How can we help?

Ethan Kelly.

He's a POI.

Recently relocated back here.

Used to own a security firm
on Mason Street.

I can't seem to find
a current address.

I was hoping to borrow
one of your computers.

Shouldn't be a problem.
Can I see your badge?

- Yeah.
- I just have to check

with the Captain.

Well...

We good?

You have a call on line one.

Sorry about your partner.

You sold me out to SFPD?

You're on thin ice, Finnegan.

No disrespect,
but I don't give a shit.

What the hell are
you doing there?

Anna is in San Francisco.

The GPS of the driver
she killed...

You have no proof that was her.

They found her DNA
on the molar they pulled

from the burn pit.

Of course they did.

Trust me, she's after
Ethan Kelly.

And you know this how?

No way. Let me guess,
this has something to do

with the fact that you just
knew Anna Drubeskya

was gonna be behind
the Royal Hotel that night?

She's coming for Kelly.

So what are you gonna do?
Sit on him?

Sooner or later,
she is gonna show.

What then?

You have zero jurisdiction
and you're off the case.

Look, Patrick, I want Anna
caught as badly as you do.

Believe me.

Harper was a good agent.

She was a pain in the ass,

which is why if Anna bought
either of us

a one-way ticket to the morgue,

you better believe Deakins
would be chasing down

every single lead no matter
how small.

You have nothing to go on.

Patrick, you gotta
give me something.

Anything, something that
proves that she's there,

and I will run it up the chain,

I will get it to the bosses,

I will get resources
put behind you.

But if not, you gotta
bring your ass home.

I'm due paid leave.
Consider this my notice.

No, Patrick. Finnegan!

Fuck.

Mind if I bum one?

Thanks.

Sorry, man.

- If it were up to me...
- It's not your fault.

So, your partner was
a fireball too?

Relentless.

One of those Jack Russell dogs.

Size of a fuckin' loaf of bread,

go toe-to-toe with
a mountain lion.

She didn't give a shit.

Saved my life.

I was beaten six ways to Sunday,

and left for dead
out in the country.

Everybody wrote me off.

And I should've been dead.

Only reason I didn't
just roll over

and stop breathing was Deakins.

I knew she wouldn't stop
until she found me.

And sure as shit,
in the middle of the night,

in the middle of
the goddamn woods,

she pulls me out of the ground.

And I didn't deserve it.

She knew it, too.

The address you need...

What's the guy's name?

Kelly.

Ethan Kelly.

Her husband's the one
who's missing?

Alice, come on!

Gosh...

That chick looks like she's
one kid short of a meltdown.

Yeah.

- Detective Annou?
- Yes.

This way, please.

- Hi.
- Detective Annou,

- Theresa Archer.
- Thanks for meeting with me.

Of course.

I thought Tuesday was
the worst day of my life.

And then I spoke with
Emma today, Danny's wife.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

So was I, until she told me
about the woman.

Or should I say "girl?"

I feel sick.

So you didn't know
about Mr. Jameson's

extra-marital affairs?

You work with someone 20 years,

you'd think you'd know
something about them.

I used to work for my Dad,
he has a restaurant.

And I'd see the same faces
every day.

Cesar the chef, and
Sal the salad guy,

and Denny the busboy,

and I thought that I knew
nothing about them

until Sal died and his wife
Gwen, she asked me

to say something at the funeral.

And it turned out I knew
a lot about Sal.

Osmosis or something.

Well, lying and cheating
doesn't osmose.

I'm sorry.

Like I said, today's not
the best of days.

Danny and I started
Ombello together.

Were you two ever...

No.

I was married when we met.

I first saw him in the waiting
room at McKinsey & Co.

We were both interviewing
for the same intern position.

The interviewer was running
an hour behind.

- We got to talking.
- Who got the job?

Neither of us.
I went to Walker Brothers.

He went to Simonson.

But we stayed in touch.

And then about three
years later,

we hung out our own shingle.

You're going to think
I'm an idiot for asking this,

but what exactly do
Management Consultants do?

Well...

I can tell you what
I did today, yesterday.

But tomorrow's is just as much
of a question mark for me

as it is for you.

Executive hand holding mostly.

Let's say a client wants to
open an office in Singapore,

we advise on
the feasibility of that,

we arrange for financing,
we negotiate a lease,

and we staff the office.

Or let's say another client
wants to take-over

a competitor's company
or go public,

we deal with the underwriters,
and lawyers, accountants,

that sort of thing.

Right, you're the smart guys.

Well, one client wanted to
know where the best take-out

Chinese in Scottsdale was

and he called me.

What about girls?

- Do clients ever...
- No.

Not here.

Other firms, they may
get their clients hookers

and coke-fueled free-for-alls,

but no, that doesn't happen
on my watch.

A lot of men here
think I'm a bitch,

and I'm okay with that.

Listen, doing what I do,
if I'm not called a bitch

at least once a day,

I'm doing something wrong.

If any of our consultants ever
offered something like that,

I would tell them to look
for a new job.

What about Mr. Jameson?
What would he tell them?

Danny was good with numbers.

Until today, I thought
that's all he did.

Did Mr. Jameson have an
apartment near the office?

I don't know. You'd
have to ask his wife.

I did. I did.

What about the firm?

Do you have corporate
apartments?

Yes. We have three.

Many of our clients
abhor hotels.

No.

Danny would never ever use...

There's a reason
they call it a secret life.

Emily.

Please, print out a list of
our corporate apartments,

who used them and when and
give that to Detective Annou.

Thank you.

- You'll have complete access.
- Thank you. That's great.

That'll do it.

If either of you knew what
that motherfucker was up to,

I'll rip your cocks off and
shove them down your throats.

- Do you hear me?
- I had no idea.

No?

What about you, Mr. Tittie Bar?

I didn't know anything.

Take a breath, Terry.

Don't patronize me, Mike.

That girl looked 15 years old
for Christ's sake.

I just spent the last
20 minutes with a cop!

- That's routine, Terry.
- Do you think

that's what Campbell will say?

Or Jasper? Or Monroe?

I want calls to every CEO
of every company we billed

over seven figures
or more last fiscal.

I'm talking full court
damage control, gentlemen.

- You're overreacting terribly.
- Yeah.

You don't think that
Miss Campbell won't be

just slightly perturbed

when she sits down with
her morning coffee

and reads on the front page
of The Chronicle

that a partner in
the consulting firm

her husband speaks to

three times a day
was fucking a teenage nymphet?

Or Mrs. Jasper? Or Mrs. Monroe?

Tell them that, er...

Tell them that Danny was
on prescribed opiates,

thet we were weaning him
out of the company anyway.

He was fucking sleepwalking.

Tell them anything that
keeps our doors open.

God, you men and your dicks,
you make me sick!

Ombello's apartments check out.

No evidence Daniel Jameson
ever stayed there.

Fuck, Sleader was right.

- What?
- The meter's running

and this fucking thing's
going nowhere.

Thank you so much for coming in.

Not a problem.

Definitely custom.

The hem is hand stitched.
The needle work is good.

Er, not what you would call

professional seamstress quality.

Yeah, I need to
feel the material.

Yeah, I had forensics
cut you a swatch.

Silk's pretty good
quality. Chinese.

Any idea where we can find it?

Now, this particular pattern,
not off the top of my head.

You mind if I take with?
I can ask around?

Find out where it came from
and dinner's on me.

- You good?
- I'll take another.

Finnegan. Yeah.

Yeah.

Whiskey. Whiskey, what?
Whiskey Pit?

In Mission?

Yeah, I got it.

Thanks. I owe you one.

Take care of
that partner of yours.

You ever hear of a bar called
the Whiskey Pit?

Yeah, it closed a couple
of years ago.

They had the best avocado fries.

That a Cali thing?

Hey don't knock it
till you try it.

- Why'd it close?
- Underage drinking.

Busted too many times.

Not everyone can
tell when a cop's

sitting across from them.

Touche.

Felix, get your ass out here.

Here you go.

Felix!

Hi, how many are you?

- Just me.
- If you're okay at the counter

I can seat you right now.

Otherwise it's like
a 20-minute wait.

Actually, I prefer the counter.

Great.

So you're a counter person,

Absolutely.

A guy sitting at a counter
has got character.

He's got stories to tell.

But a guy at a table by
himself, he's just alone.

- So, you have stories to tell?
- Yeah. Hundreds.

All told to me by guys
sitting at the counter.

I see.

All right, here's the menu.

I'll be back in a sec to tell
you the specials.

Thanks.

Carmel. That's where I'd retire.

Alone or do you have
somebody special?

Did I hit a nerve?

- What's her name?
- No name, no, I just

no, it's nothing.

Well, I've never been to Carmel.

It's great.

You sit back, you drink a beer,

you watch baby seals
bask in the sun.

- Do you go a lot?
- Carmel?

I've never been.

Excuse me? Hi, how are you?

Can we get another round?

That's another Scotch for me

- and for...
- Hope.

Hope. Ray of fuckin' hope.

That's all we got.

Martini with a twist.

Our waitress a pill of
positivity or what?

- Totes.
- Totes.

What is it with
the abbreviations these days?

Everything is an abbreviation.

We're grown adults.

When did we start
BFF-ing everything?

I have a...

I have a 13-year-old daughter.

Get out here.
You don't look old enough.

Keep it coming with
the compliments.

- Where's she tonight?
- She's with her dad.

We had a nasty custody battle.
He won.

So, I get her every other
weekend.

And I come here to drink
away my sorrows.

To lonely souls.

Here you go.

How we doing? Okay?

Yeah, this is one of
the best burgers

I've had in a long time.

Great! Be sure to come back.

I definitely will.

You know I just moved
from Chicago.

And I got to tell you.
This might be my new spot.

Good, well, I hope you're
not one of those

order-the-same-dish-every time
people?

I do tend to go
with what I know.

Why take unnecessary chances?

- Exactly.
- Just like my father!

Who's just like your father?

Where is this rare individual?

Rare individual. Hello, Sir.

- Ethan Kelly.
- Monty Annou.

- Pleased to meet you, Sir.
- You as well.

You know, your daughter
was just saying

that she thinks it's wrong to
have the same meal every time.

Well, if you like it, why get
something else?

The whole spirit of adventure

try new things philosophy
is a load of crap.

- Thank you very much, Sir.
- You're welcome.

Moving here from Chicago
must have been

quite a trauma for you.

Nah, I was ready for a change.

- Really?
- Yeah, an opportunity

presented itself to do

something I've always
wanted to do

and you know after trying
to talk myself out of it,

I kinda said what the hell?

What was the opportunity?

Clea? Why are you being so nosy?

Why are you still here?

I'm trying to stop you from
interrogating Mr. Kelly.

It's okay, it's okay. It's fine.

I'm opening a bar
over on 20th and Revere.

A bar! Now that's smart.

Booze is where the money is.

- I agree.
- You stick with this guy.

- I'll give you her number.
- Really?

Okay. Don't you have
a kitchen to clean?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- All right.

Don't let her being a cop
scare you off.

I'll try not to.

Wow, your dad has a character?

God, you have no idea.

- So, you used to be a cop?
- I still am.

Yeah, when I'm not slinging
hash browns.

Really? So, question for you.

After watching you fly
around here for the last hour

how do you juggle both jobs?

It is what it is.

This place is my father's
whole life.

Has been for 20 years.

It's all he has.

I'm pretty sure that's not true.

Can I get you some coffee
or dessert?

No, no, no, I'm fine thanks.
Just the check.

Yeah, coming right up.

Watch out.

Fancy place if you ask me.

- You okay?
- Yes.

Yeah!

- Where we heading?
- Patience, my man, patience.

When you and Tommy
clipped one of my guys,

was that the best move?

Was it?

You're fucking A right it was.

You got rid of
a piece of shit dealer

who was skimming from me
and then to sweeten the deal,

in his place,

I get a feisty redhead built
like a Brahma fucking bull.

I swear to God, luck
like that only happens

when you got a horseshoe
shoved up your ass

and you're fucking on
a field of four leaf clovers.

So guess what, Red?

You're my good luck charm now.

You are my wingman.

If you ask me,
it's a hell of a lot better

than doing a stint
for an accessory

to murder charge.

And if you're honest
with yourself,

you'll realize that I'm doing
you a huge solid.

And I got you a present.

Open up the glove compartment.

I got you a new toy!

I already got one.

Really? Really?

That's...

That fucking hurts my feelings.

I got eight buddies
down at division

who know everything
about Ethan Kelly.

So when I don't
show up for work tomorrow,

how do you think it's gonna
end for you?

So, go ahead, shoot me.

Are we done here? Good.

At the dealer's crib, there's
a big guy at the front door,

big motherfucker,
Samoan I think,

either that or he's biggest
fucking Chink I've ever seen.

He's there mostly for show,
but he is strapped.

At the back door is a lazy fuck,

probably three bowls
of Cali Kush into him already

and lethargic as Stephen Hawking

in August, he is not a threat.

The main dude at the core,
that's our mark.

He's sitting on at least
200 large.

Two hundred that I need

and 200 that you're gonna
help me extract.

Simple.

And if you do real good,

ice-cream after.

Let's go.

So, what do you think?
Chink or Samoan?

I'm thinking Samoan.

Motherfucker!

Just stay down.

You're definitely getting
sprinkles on your sundae.

The bag?

Listen, fuck nut.

If you think about the choice
you're about to make,

really look at it, examine...

You talk too goddamned much.

Helluva days work. Helluva day!

You're fucking sensational.
I mean...

I think you're born
for this shit.

We are gonna have some fun
together, you and me.

All right.

That's a good haul.

"A good haul", he says.

That's a fucking great haul!

Twenty large for you, my man.

What happens to the rest?

Don't get ahead
of yourself, Red.

I'm cutting you
off before taxes.

You gotta pay the tax man,
right?

Hey, listen.

You did really good today.

I mean, you're great
at that cowboy shit.

How are you with a softer touch?

How soft?

Tommy's sister-in-law.
What's her name? Donna?

If you touch Donna,

or those kids, I'll
fucking kill you.

And I'll sit in prison for the rest
of my life with a smile on my face.

Whoa, whoa!
I just wanted you to talk.

Fuck. I got a heart
too you know.

Jesus!

Fuck.

Talk to her about what?

She's been making noise about
Tommy going missing,

I just want to get out
ahead of it, you know?

Throw her off the
scent a little bit.

That's all. I swear to God.

All right.

Hey! You did great today.

Hi, Mr. Fishbein.

Any leads on the fabric?

Three places, that's great.

Hi, how can I help you?

Hi, Detective Annou, SFPD.

Do you guys sell this?

Um, we used to, actually,
we don't sell it anymore.

It's a special order.

Do you have a record
of the buyer or an address?

Let me have a look.

Um, this shouldn't
take too long.

Appreciate it.

Yeah?

I found Jameson's apartment.

Don't do this to me.

Fuck.

Is everything all right?

I think it's dead.

You don't have any
cables, by any chance, do you?

No. I'm sorry.

Hey, do you have kids
at Westside Middle?

- Do we know each other?
- No,

my niece and nephew go there.

Maggie and Billy Walsh.

I just pick 'em up sometimes.

- Amber Lucas.
- I'm sorry. Donna William.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Do you have Triple A?

I let it lapse.

You can use my card.

Though at this time,

it will probably take at least
two hours to get a tow.

Yeah, and I've got $100 worth

of melting groceries in the car.

You know what?
Why don't I give you a lift?

You can unload your groceries
and come back later.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I don't want to
inconvenience you.

No, my husband has his
comic book buddies over.

I will take any excuse
not to go home.

Do they ever grow up?

No, they never really do.

I thought you said this place
was an apartment.

It's got a bed in it, don't it?

It's a shit hole is what it is.

A shit hole that'll cost you
400 a week.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Rents in this city are the
highest in the country.

Unbelievable.

You're a crook.

It's the second drawer
on the left.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Did you find Tommy?

No, not yet.

Um, so, why did you come around?

- I'm kinda busy.
- I fixed this for Alice,

so, I was gonna give it to her.

Sure. Can you just leave it?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.

- My scooter!
- There you go, sweetheart.

- It's as good as new.
- Thank you, Uncle Ethan.

Yeah.

Need a little bread
with that jam?

Mommy's friend says jam's
better from the jar.

Really?

- Thanks for the scooter.
- Yeah.

This cheese is amazing.

If Alice has any problems

you let me know, yeah?

I found some olives in
the fridge too.

Wow I'm sorry.
I had no idea you had company.

No, he was just leaving.

No, no, no, no.
The more the merrier.

Hi, I'm Amber.

- Ethan.
- Nice to meet you, Ethan.

- Do you wanna come in?
- Yeah.

Thanks, we got it from here.

You ready?

Cover me.

What's that, like
for an 8-year-old?

Jesus.

So, you're from Chicago?

That's such a coincidence.
So am I.

Really?

Do you know this bar,

it's... My God, I can't
remember the name of it.

It's in the Viagra Triangle.

That is what they call it.
The Viagra Triangle.

It's this area filled with men
past their prime

and women looking
for 10 points over prime.

Wow.

Harper's.
That's what it was called.

- You ever been there?
- Not that I remember, no.

You know what? I have no idea

where I was going
with that story.

It must be the wine.

Do you want
something else to eat?

No, I'm okay.

Thank you though, Donna.

It works so good.

Do you want to see my
skates, Uncle Ethan?

Sure, yeah.

You know what?
I have a niece your age.

Maggie, she goes
to your school actually.

And she loves to skate.

Maybe we can all go to Golden
Gate Park one day.

- Would you like that, sweetie?
- Yes, please.

Do you want to see a trick?

Okay.

My Daddy taught
me how to do this.

He could do it in
one swift stroke.

If you blinked, you missed it.

I wanna try.

No, no, no.
It's way too dangerous.

You could cut off a finger.

But you know what?

Maybe when you're older,
your daddy can teach

you how to do it.

My daddy's not coming home.

I'm so sorry.

No, you weren't to know.
It's okay.

You know what? I think it's time

for me to go.

Before I put
my foot in my mouth again.

- Okay.
- Me too.

- Thank you so much.
- No, thank you.

You're a life saver.
Do it again?

Yeah, that would be great.

Okay.

Bye, Donna.

I want my money.
Fifteen million.

I only got six for the violin.

You sold it short,
not my problem.

Well, that's all I got.

Well that's a real
shame for you, Ethan.

You go near them again,

I'll slice your fucking
head off.

- You got me?
- Yeah, you could.

Think about it.

I got sprung from
Federal custody.

One minute I was heading
to prison and the next,

poof! Here I am.

I have a lot of people.
And they're good.

So, if anything happens to me,

I get arrested, I disappear...

They're gonna make
sure Uncle Ethan is out

a couple of nieces.

Maybe not today,
maybe not tomorrow,

but a month, a year
down the line.

You cross me and those kids
will wind up dead.

You know, giving those girls
a share of your bar?

You're getting soft.

But then, no good
deed goes unpunished, right?

Fifteen million.
By the end of the week.

I'll be in touch.

It's good to see you, Ethan.