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Release the hostages.

Come out with your hands raised high in the air.

Shut up.

There's no way out.

Come out with your hands raised up in the air.

Fuck you!

You look good.

Well, you're kind.

No, I'm... I'm serious, Tom.

You... you seem different in a good way.

Thanks.

I... I hope so.

I suppose I...

I need to be different.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry and... and... and I just wanna say...

Thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt.

It... it means a lot.

You made some mistakes and it wouldn't make things

any easier for you if I held everything over your head.

Shit. Fuck. Shit.

This is bad.

This is real bad, man.

We gotta give it up.

Ain't an option.

What do you mean?

This is it.

Look at you, you're bleeding all over the fucking place.

We're giving up now, man...

I said ain't a fucking option!

I... I feel different, you know?

Like, I'm gonna be able to, I don't know,

make a new start at things.

That's great.

I'm done, bro.

You do what you want.

Yo, I'm coming out.

I'm unarmed. Don't shoot.

Stand up, turn around

with your hands on your head.

Back out of the door slowly.

My God.

Welcome back to the world.

Good to be back.

Fuck it.

No, no, no! No!

What?

No, it... it's... it's so cheesy.

-Forget it. -Tom, come on.

Nothing. I... I just... I... I feel happy.

I almost forgot what it felt like.

Hey, lieutenant.

Save room for dessert.

They've got a great cherry pie here.

I can't tell you the last time I had a real cherry pie.

I know.

Why do you think...

I hereby call this hearing to order.

Docket number 43-21997, Maxwell James Fika,

you have served 12 years of a 90-year sentence

for single counts each of kidnapping, aggravated

robbery, and second-degree murder.

Gregory Wayne Paulson, you have served five years of a 47-year

sentence for multiple counts each of securities fraud,

wire fraud, and perjury.

You both have applied to participate in the Recidivism

Accountability Partnership Program, to be referred to

hereinafter as RAPP.

Is that correct?

Yes.

Yeah.

Do you both understand and agree that if accepted,

as of this date, you will be paired together as

accountability partners?

Yes.

Yes.

As of this date,

your remaining sentences will be nullified

in exchange for suspended death sentences.

These new sentences will be suspended

for a period of five years.

During those five years, you must both receive no new

criminal charges of any kind.

You must also remain in the state and attend mandatory

weekly group meetings with no more than three absences.

If you both adhere completely to the terms of the program

for the full five years, your sentences will be canceled,

and you will no longer be subject to violation.

Do you both fully understand and agree to these terms?

Yes.

Yes.

Do you both understand and agree

you are fully accountable

for each other's criminal actions for the full duration

of the program term?

Any violation on the part of either of you will constitute

a violation for both of you, in which case both of your

suspended death sentences will be carried out immediately.

Yes.

Yes.

Are there any objections from the board?

-No objection. -No objection.

This board hereby approves the candidates' participation

in the Recidivism Accountability Partnership Program.

Gentlemen...

A word of advice.

Keep a close eye on each other.

After you leave this facility, you are each other's support

system.

Help each other reassimilate.

Our greatest successes with this program come when

participants maintain nearly constant contact

throughout the term.

You know, how you proceed is up to you, but remember,

your lives are in each other's hands, so please be careful

out there.

If there's nothing further, this hearing is adjourned.

Good luck, gentlemen.

So, Max, right?

I'm Greg.

Guess we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other?

Do you have someone picking you up or.

You ordered a car.

Well, it looks like we were set up

in places pretty close to each other.

Maybe we could...

Hey, Max.

Listen, um, maybe we ought to get to know each other a little

better before the first group meeting next week.

How about a drink?

Well, I... I...

I thought maybe coffee might be better considering we...

Um.

This one for apartment.

This for building, okay?

-Got it. -Okay.

RAPP already pay me one month.

You want to stay longer, you pay me.

-You understand? -Yes.

-They told me that I have to... -No, no, wait, wait.

Listen, I don't want no problems.

You don't make problem for me, I don't make problem for you.

You make problem for me, I gotta call RAPP, and they

gonna give you...

Violation.

Yes?

-Yes. -Yes.

Take it.

Come on, sweetie.

We need to power walk.

What's power walk?

It just means walk fast.

Why do we need to walk fast?

-Because... -Rachel.

Sweetie, I... I need to talk with this man for a sec.

Could you just wait for me over there, please?

Okay.

Amy, stay where I can see you, please.

How'd you even get out?

My God.

You said you'd never let her see me behind bars.

Now you don't have to.

It's not that simple, Greg.

I mean, what if you... what if whoever you're paired with...

I know the risks, but it was either

this or miss her entire childhood.

I've missed too much already.

She is the only good thing left in my life.

And if you deny me this now,

then I might as well be dead.

And I know you'd be fine with that,

but this isn't about me and you.

It's about her.

And no matter how you feel about me,

she does have a right to know me.

Do you have a job?

-A place to stay? -I have a place.

I should have a job very soon.

Come on, Mommy.

We need to power walk.

I... it's a lot, Greg.

It's a lot.

-I have to think about it. -Can I call you?

When you have a job.

Come on, baby.

I usually don't hire RAPP,

but what the hell?

-I mean, you seem all right. -Really?

Well, you wore a fucking suit to the interview.

You know how often that happens around here?

I'll take it as a good sign.

Thank you.

All right, start tomorrow.

Shift's 7:00 to 4:30, half-hour lunch.

Questions?

Actually, yeah, one.

Is the security out front always like that?

You bet your ass it is.

We get a lot of shipments moving in and out of here

every day, people trying to sneak through weapons, drugs,

you name it.

You don't have to worry about any of that stuff from me.

Good, 'cause otherwise I'll have you violated

so fast your head will spin.

I mean, you know, after your heart explodes

and all that shit.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Come on!

Get your shit together.

I'm Greg.

Is Max here? We have a meeting.

Maxie, baby, Greg's here.

Let him in.

Nice place.

Wait there a minute.

What?

Shit.

A little help?

The clasp is broken, so you just have to push it back.

-Yeah. I see what you mean. -And then you hook it.

There you go.

Thank you.

Time to go, sweetie.

Okay.

Are you aware she's doing drugs in here?

Yeah.

Can't talk right now.

I got a meeting.

When?

Yeah, Monday's no problem.

Call me tomorrow morning with details.

'Cause I can't talk right now.

I miss you already, baby.

Yeah?

I'll call you.

You better.

Bye, Greg.

You got a job, I guess.

I'm weighing several competitive offers.

Well, may I ask how you've been able to afford all this?

All what?

This.

The TV, the stereo, the...

Jesus Christ!

Yo, Ernie!

You told me you fixed the damn radiator!

Just fix the fucking thing!

All right.

Man!

Son of a bitch.

How did you pay for this?

I'm independently wealthy.

Max, I'm serious, and I have a right to know.

Know what?

Are you involved in anything that you shouldn't be?

Anything illegal?

Nothing you need to worry about, sport.

Okay.

Couple things before we start.

First, as I'm sure you all have noticed,

Chris and Nick are not with us.

Chris violated two nights ago.

He went to go see his ex.

The new boyfriend was there.

You guys know Chris had a temper.

He put the guy in the hospital.

Nick had just started night classes to get his GED.

How often do I say it, people?

You have to communicate with your partners.

If Nick knew Chris was speaking with his ex again and was

planning to go see her, maybe he could have talked him out

of it.

Or if not, he could have gone with him and get him

out of there in case things got bad.

I don't know, but the point is they're dead now

because they weren't communicating.

Plain and simple.

This is why we're here.

That's why we do this.

Also, we have a new set of partners joining us today.

Say hello to Greg and Max.

All right.

Let's get started.

The idea of the sharing letter is to express your feelings

and have your partner really hear them, because they're

going to read your words out loud, and you're going to read

theirs.

This is the time for you to be completely honest

and tell your partner exactly how you feel.

Do not be shy.

Participation is mandatory, Max.

"Thank you, George."

What else can I say but thank you?

Thank you for saving my life.

I'd be dead a couple times over if it wasn't for you.

Thank you for letting me into your family.

I never had one of my own, at least not one that ever gave

a shit about me.

Most of all, George, I wanna thank you for helping me get

clean.

No way I could have done it without you.

No bullshit.

You're my brother, man.

"Terry."

It's really good, guys.

Some nice honesty there, Terry.

All right. Good, guys.

Let's give him a hand.

Okay.

Greg, let's hear Max's letter.

Um.

Greg.

Yeah.

Dear Greg, we've got a long road ahead of us.

I know you've been trying to get to know me a little better,

and that I haven't always made it easy.

Don't take it personally.

It's just not always easy for me to trust and open up to people.

I'm sure you can understand that.

I'll do my best to meet you halfway.

I do feel lucky that I have a partner who cares.

I could have been stuck with a real asshole.

Be patient with me, and we'll get through this.

Sincerely, Max.

Okay.

Let's take a break.

Do you think this is a game?

Do you understand that they will kill us?

Of course I do.

Then what the fuck was that with the letter?

You seemed to handle it pretty well.

And then at your apartment, that escort you're hanging out with...

Escort?

Excuse me.

That coke whore you've been banging.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

What, is this just, like, a... a... a tough guy thing?

You don't... you don't... you have no fear of death.

Is that it?

I have perspective.

What the hell does that mean?

Jesus, fucking stop.

Please.

Relax, sport.

I know you're just trying to keep our noses clean, right?

Right.

Right.

And I appreciate the effort.

I really do.

Now, you've made your position clear.

I think it's only fair

that I make my position clear to you.

But first, I wanna make sure I have your undivided attention.

Do I have your attention?

Good.

My position is this.

Touch me again, and I'll feed you your fucking balls.

You understand?

Good.

Out of the question.

You can't switch RAPP partners under any circumstances.

You don't understand.

This guy is different.

You think you're the first person to come in here and say

you don't like the murder you've been paired with?

He's gonna get me killed.

According to the rules of the RAPP program...

I know the fucking rules!

Do not curse at me, sir.

I'm sorry. I apologize.

I know you're just trying to do your job.

It's just he has no interest in reforming.

He doesn't even seem to care about dying.

Why is he even in the program?

I'm sorry, but you and Mr. Fika

are just going to have to resolve whatever differences...

What?

What is it, something in his file?

What is it?

My mom wants me to send Amy

to stay with them for the summer,

a whole week, just her and my parents, which could be

a good thing, being around animals and clean air.

I know what she really wants is for us to move in with them full

time, you know, out of the city.

Are you all right?

What?

What's with you?

Nothing. I'm fine. I'm just...

Amy's got a birthday coming up.

Any plans?

How's everything going, with RAPP, I mean?

It's fine.

Really?

Yeah. Why?

I need you to be honest with me, Greg.

Don't bullshit me.

I am.

I mean, I'm not.

What about your partner?

You drop in,

you ask me to reconnect you with Amy,

but if you're still associating with dangerous criminals,

I don't see... w... you think that's funny?

-I'm talking about... -No.

-The safety of our daughter. -Rachel, no.

Listen, it's just...

My partner is the farthest thing in the world from dangerous.

He's an accountant.

They caught him cooking the books at some regional

pharmaceutical company, and it sounds like it was really

his bosses doing everything.

They just used him as a scapegoat.

I mean, it's typical.

He's a perfectly decent guy.

He just screwed up.

I mean, I know how that goes.

Amy is in no danger.

Come on.

You know her safety is my top priority.

Promise me you have this...

all of this fully under control.

Of course.

Everything is completely under control.

Who is it?

It's Greg.

Can I come up? We have to talk.

I'm busy.

Look, I'm sorry I lost my cool at the meeting.

Will you please let me up?

Max?

Fuck off!

-What the hell's going on? -Get this lunatic off me!

Get the fuck out, you little bitch!

-Take it easy. -Get out!

Not without my money?

Your money's up your nose, you coke whore!

I'm fucked up in the head, Max, and you know what?

I'm gonna take this shit.

Give me my fucking money,

or I swear to God I'll drop a dime on you.

-You'll drop a dime? -Yeah!

Well, let me help you on your way.

Get the fuck out!

I want my fucking money!

Give me my money or you're dead, you asshole!

You hear me?

I'll call RAPP and have both you fuckers popped!

Max!

Do something!

Relax.

She's bluffing.

What?

Trust me.

There's no way she's calling the cops.

How do you know that?

Professional courtesy.

Besides, she knows what would happen if word got out

she was a snitch.

She'd be dead just like us.

Well, that's, that's very reassuring, Max.

Thank you.

And what if she calls her pimp?

No problem. He's a former partner of mine.

I'll straighten it out with him.

And if I can't.

I know about the cancer, Max.

I was at the RAPP office and I saw it in your file.

Tried to trade me in?

Can you blame me?

I have a six-year-old daughter, Max.

I'm scared that because of you, the last thing I'm ever gonna

see is her screaming face covered in my blood.

I don't pretend to know what you're going through.

Terminal diagnosis, medication, pain.

But my daughter is innocent, Max.

Please.

Please, for her sake, can we figure something out?

First of all, sport, I'm not acting out.

I've been living this lifestyle since before you were born,

and I'm not trying to get myself popped.

I don't have a death wish.

I just wanna enjoy myself the time I got left

And that costs money.

So, I'm gonna do what I gotta do.

Which is what exactly?

Don't worry about it.

Just show up at the meetings.

Look, I got six months, a year tops.

After that, maybe you'll get a partner that's more your speed.

Max, you've had a hooker in here snorting blow.

You have a fucking gun in your pocket.

At the very least, will you please just tell me what

you're doing out there in the streets so that I can

understand the risk?

Maybe I can even help you mitigate it.

How are you making the money?

It's best for both of us that you don't know.

I'm not leaving here until I get an answer.

You're not?

Please, Max.

Please, if not for me, for my daughter's sake.

Jesus Christ with the daughter!

You really think I'm some kind of fucking idiot, don't you?

That you can con me with this daughter bullshit, like I'm

some old lady whose life savings you're trying to

rip off.

Yeah, bank boy, I did my research on you in the prison

library right after we got paired up.

I'll be God damned if I'm gonna let some limp-dick second-rate

scumbag con me.

I'm a scumbag?

I'm a scumbag?

Let's look at the facts, Max.

I'm not the one out there committing crimes every day.

I'm the one out there working an honest job just trying to keep

you and me alive.

Yeah, you're a real swell guy.

Swell guy who fucked over thousands of people.

And I regret that, Max.

But let's be honest here, at least I never killed anyone.

But you sure took a lot of lives, though, didn't ya?

College funds, retirement plans, life savings, people's lives.

Hey, why use a gun when you could use a computer,

right, sport?

And me, I never killed anyone who didn't already have it

coming to them.

And I knew every single one of them

personally.

And believe me, the world's a better place without them.

You know?

How many average Joes that didn't even know you got fucked

over by you?

Hundreds?

Thousands?

I read about a few of 'em even offed themselves.

Any of them have daughters?

You know what the difference is between me and you, sport?

Circumstances.

Dumb fucking luck.

The only reason I never stole a zillion bucks

is because I didn't know how!

The only reason you never actually killed anybody

is because you never really had to.

Okay.

Okay, let's just take it easy.

Your ass take it easy!

Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit!

You're a walking disease!

I'd be doing the whole world a favor just by taking you down

with me.

Matter of fact, you know what?

I think I'm gonna do you right now because you...

Definitely got it coming.

Max, I'm sorry, okay?

Please.

I'll leave.

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm on it.

We've both taken lives, sport.

I deserve cancer.

You deserve me.

Those are the worst.

Hurts like a bitch.

Yep.

Gotta get yourself a good pair of work gloves with rubber grips

like these.

Closed out three years ago.

So, you're done.

They take the bomb, let you keep the tattoo.

Hey, Harlan, I need some stuff, man.

Outside.

You talk to me outside.

You got that?

How much longer you got left?

I just started.

Well, I'd tell you it gets easier, but that really depends.

Hey!

What is this, a break?

My partner's up to something.

He has no interest in going clean.

Well, better get on top of that, one way or another.

You're gonna have to do it.

Max, stop!

-Come on, get out... -Stop!

You're gonna get out of the fucking...

Break it off!

I'm telling you something ain't right!

We'll deal with it inside!

Max, what the hell are you doing?

They told me it wasn't gonna hurt!

Don't worry about it.

Get the fuck out of here now!

No, not until you tell me what's going on.

Something's wrong!

Nothing's wrong. Let's just go inside.

Let go of me!

-Fuck! -Shit.

What the fuck is this?

Fuck!

She's been complaining ever since I picked her up.

Stomach pains.

We extract now.

Get her inside.

She needs a hospital.

My RAPP partner.

Followed me.

Help her.

Come with me.

Heads up.

Do her.

Now!

Against the wall.

I do him, you're cleaning it up.

He disappears, it comes back to me.

Maybe it's gonna be both of you.

Max?

Yeah.

Okay, sir.

Roger.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Yeah, yeah.

Just like, just like give me a week and...

Yeah, no, no, no, we'll... it's gonna work.

We're gonna make it work.

Okay.

Listen, I got a jump

because, I got two people walking

into my office and...

What?

She did?

Man, that's adorable.

Man, I hope you guys are taking pictures of this stuff

because they grow up so fast.

It's like you blink your eye and...

Yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay, my brother.

Yeah, yeah.

Talk to you. Ciao.

Sorry about that.

-How are you, Max? -Good to see you as always.

And it's Greg, right?

Roger.

Okay.

So, can I get you guys, something to drink?

We got the hard stuff.

We got beer.

We got coffee, tea.

-Nothing? -All set. No.

Okay.

So, Max,

I understand there was a little snafu.

Yeah.

And Greg, what are you doing here?

I followed him.

You followed him?

That's funny.

You concerned about his well-being or something?

Yeah.

One of the tube fittings broke.

Sharp edge was floating around down there.

That was causing the pain.

That about the cargo?

The liver, lungs, kidneys, they're are okay,

but the heart's fucked.

Got crushed when she was shoved down.

Well, that's a shame.

Okay, thank you, Chuck.

She tripped.

I beg your pardon?

Nobody shoved her. She was freaking out.

She tripped. It was an accident.

Well, that may well be, Max, but it happened on your watch.

And part of your job is to make sure that there aren't

any accidents.

So, there's that to consider.

And Greg, I'm pretty sure you had no idea what you were

getting into, but I think we can all agree that your

presence here tonight made things worse, right?

I suppose.

So, I think we're all on the same page

regarding culpability,

so now let's talk restitution.

A heart is worth $100,000.

Max, your fee is usually five, but obviously I won't be paying

that this time because, well, that really wouldn't be fair,

would it?

Let's see.

Now, that leaves me with a net loss of $95,000.

So, options, there are three.

Option A, you pay me $95,000 and we can all call it a night.

Do you guys have $95,000?

Okay.

Let's move on to option B.

In option B, you find me a replacement heart.

And guys,

I don't wanna know where you found it or how you got it

because I got enough problems of my own right now.

It's gotta be under 30, viable, and disease-free.

Either way, I gotta have the heart or the money by 7:00 a.m.

7:00 a.m. tomorrow?

That's right.

Yeah, I know.

Kind of a time crunch.

Not gonna be a problem, is it?

With all due respect, sir, and I am... we are truly and

deeply sorry for all the trouble that we caused you

tonight, and we are committed to making this right, but less

than 12 hours, it's... it's not enough time.

Okay.

Okay.

That takes us to option C.

In option C, I gut the two of you like a couple of fish and

clean out your bodies for anything I might be able

to sell.

I know your hearts are no good.

Those little RAPP bombs are surprisingly tamper-resistant,

and I'd prefer that none of my guys lost any of their fingers.

Now, Max, when it comes to health, you're pretty

much a walking dumpster fire. But who knows?

We might get lucky and find something in there we can use.

Of course, we won't really know until we open you up.

And Greg, you're a little older than I'd like my donors

to be, but looks like you've taken pretty good care

of yourself, so I'm feeling optimistic.

And that is the professional version of option C.

If you should decide to do anything unprofessional,

like try to skip town

or place an anonymous phone call to the police

telling them what's going on down here,

that would force me to do something unprofessional,

like round up everybody you ever cared about,

haul them in here,

and personally carve their beating hearts out of their

fucking chests.

That won't be necessary.

Good.

'Cause I like you guys.

Max, we go back a long way.

And Greg, you seem like a decent sort of fellow.

So, let's aim high.

Be positive.

Option A or option B.

What the fuck are we gonna do?

There's an underground casino not far from here.

It's a long shot, but it's the best I can think of.

Max, that's not a long shot.

That's fucking ridiculous.

The odds of winning $95,000 in a single night of gambling...

We're not gonna gamble.

It's the weekend.

Could be 2, 300 grand on hand.

I figure we go in shooting, catch 'em with their pants

down?

Suicide.

The security in a place like that...

That's why I need you.

Game center of mass.

Lean into it. You can't miss.

Look, I go in there alone, I'm dead.

Come 7:00 a.m, so are you.

At least with the both of us, we got a chance of walking out of

there with the money.

So, do you wanna live or you wanna die?

-Live or die? -Live.

-I wanna live. -Good.

Me, too.

This is how we live.

Unless you got a better idea on how

to score 95 Gs or a human heart inside of the next 10 hours.

Who is it?

It's me, Maxie. It's Kandi.

What do you want?

Can you let me up?

I'm really hurting, baby.

I just... I need... I need to hit just a little one

to get me through the night.

I'm sorry about the other night, baby.

Please, Maxie, I'm begging you.

Please, please, baby.

Maxie.

Come on up.

Sorry, I got all crazy before.

That's okay.

Fix me up, baby.

You know I'll make it up to you.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

I can give you a freebie right now if you want.

-Sure. Let's do it. -And I'm gonna let...

Fuck me.

I didn't know you had company.

Greg and I just had some business to take care of.

Come on.

Let's get you nice and comfy over here, okay?

And I'm gonna go get your stuff.

Okay.

And Greg's gonna keep you company.

Right, Greg?

Okay. Don't be too long, baby, please.

No. All right, baby.

What?

Nothing.

So what'd you do?

What?

To get locked up.

You don't look like any of the other RAPP guys I know.

Most of them could break you over their knee.

So, what are you, like, a pervert or something?

It's complicated.

I restructured some debts to make it appear to investors

that.

I stole

a lot of money from a lot of people.

We all want money.

It wasn't about the money.

I already had money.

So, why'd you do it?

It made me feel smart.

Like I'd figured out something no one else had.

And it didn't even feel like stealing.

There were no names or faces.

They weren't people.

They were just numbers on a screen.

Afterwards, people kept asking me if I was remorseful.

I would say, "Yes, of course, I feel deeply sorry"

"for my actions," but I'm not.

The truth is I enjoyed it.

I would do it again if I could.

And the only thing I'm sorry for is getting caught.

Two blocks north of here, there's a hardware store that's

open late.

Get all the stuff that's on this list, and get your ass back

here pronto.

Hey, get your head out of your ass!

Come on. Clock's ticking.

I'll get her stripped down and into the tub.

We'll do it in here.

Wait, wait, we have to do it here?

Why can't we just bring her to Rogers?

When Rogers says, "Bring me a heart," you bring him

a fucking heart, not some dead hooker!

Come on, move! Jesus!

Take it out to Drake's Point and bury it.

It's a good spot.

Isolated, dark.

I'll take this to Roger.

What?

Just occurred to me Roger said disease-free.

Gotta hope we just get lucky.

-Sorry, what? -I said, do you want some cake?

Yes, thank you.

You okay?

Just a bit of a headache.

Hiya, sport.

Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a killer.

Hello.

Greg, you gonna introduce us to your friend?

Rachel, this is, um...

I'm his RAPP partner.

Name's Max.

How do you do?

You must be the birthday girl.

What's your name, angel?

Amy.

I'm your Uncle Max, Amy.

How are you?

You're not really my uncle.

Busted!

Can't put anything past this kid?

Sharp as a whip, and beautiful.

Just like Mommy.

Thank you.

Guess what, angel?

I got a little something-something for you.

What?

Open your hands like this.

Close your eyes.

-Okay, open. -Wow!

Look, Mommy, a gold necklace.

-Max, that is too much. -Please.

I want to.

No, really, Max, you shouldn't have.

Amy, it's not right to accept that.

-Come on, let's give it back. -Why?

He said I can have it.

It really would be a good thing for me if you allowed

your daughter to have that.

You wouldn't believe what I went through to get it.

I insist.

Well, if you insist. Thank you.

Sorry, folks, I hate to just swoop in and out like this,

but I actually can't stay.

I just wanted to swing by and say hi to the princess

and deliver the gift.

Thanks for that.

You betcha.

It's lovely meeting you, Rachel.

Your daughter

is a true treasure.

Let me walk you to your car, Max.

I'm making a point.

You followed me and fucked with my life.

Now you know I can do the same to you.

I didn't fuck with your life, Max.

I tried to stop you from doing something that could get us

both killed.

Yeah? How'd that work out?

Speaking of which, Roger called.

Heart's clean.

We're off the hook.

And lucky for you, he decided to give me a second chance.

Whoa. Second chance?

You're gonna keep working for that psychopath?

Now you listen to me, you little cocksucker, you.

Okay?

I didn't say anything last night 'cause we had more

pressing concerns, but take this as your last and final

warning.

Stay the fuck out of my way.

Or getting a violation's gonna be the least of your worries.

Heh.

You get the picture?

Don't forget, sport, I'm playing with house money.

I ain't got nothing to lose.

You do.

Yes, you do.

I'm sorry, I...

You lying fuck.

That is your crooked accountant.

You are so full of shit.

-Will you let me expl... -Shut up!

I don't wanna hear another goddamn word out of your mouth.

You told me you had this under control, that I didn't

have to worry!

I don't ever wanna see this again,

and I want you out of here now.

-Rachel, please. -You are a liar, Greg.

That's all you are. That's all you've ever been.

The difference now is your lies have put our daughter at risk.

-Rachel. -You put my child at risk,

and I want you gone!

Come here, Amy.

Did you get 'em?

It wasn't easy on such short notice, but yeah.

Not gonna ask you what you need 'em for.

I don't wanna know.

How quickly does it work?

Varies, but pretty quick.

No longer than 20 minutes.

And how does it...

Heart attack.

And does it leave any...

It's almost untraceable.

Almost?

You want 'em or not?

It's open.

Goddammit!

Eddie!

-Max. -Eddie!

This is the last time I'm gonna tell you to fix this fucking

-Thing! -Max.

Suck my dick!

Max!

-Meeting time. -Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let me just take a piss.

I'll be right out.

Hey, I didn't ask, but did you find a nice place

for our little friend?

Um, yeah.

It was, fine.

No problems?

No.

Fuck are you doing?

The breeze just feels nice.

There's breeze outside.

Quit jerking off. Come on.

Just one second.

Woo.

I'm impressed, sport.

What?

I mean, I know we've had our differences, but I can admit it.

You got balls.

I..

The way you handled yourself the other night...

Not bad.

Yeah.

I gotta say, though, I was a little worried

for a second driving up to Roger's.

The whole way I'm thinking, "Max, dumb move trusting"

that fucking pussy to get rid of the body.

He's gonna fuck it up.

They're gonna pop you.

Here it comes, Max.

You're gonna pop any minute now.

"Boom!"

Hey, turns out I was all worked up over nothing.

You're a natural.

Now, that's funny.

Tell me something, sport.

How do you suppose...

Fucking weasel!

Rat fuck.

Yeah.

Motherfucker!

You wanna dance?

Is that what you want?

I'll get you one. You wanna go?

Yeah, let's go.

How about now?

Gregory Paulson?

Yeah.

You missed your RAPP meeting last night.

Come on, guys.

I got the flu.

It's only my first time absent...

Jesus.

Sorry.

You were here all night?

Yeah.

Anybody with you?

Just this bug.

Why?

Your RAPP partner's Maxwell Fika?

Yeah, that's right.

Is there a problem?

When's the last time you saw him?

Couple days ago.

He came to my daughter's birthday party.

How did he seem?

Fine.

Normal, I guess. Why?

What... are you gonna tell me what this is about?

He's dead.

What?

How?

Suicide, looks like.

Jumped out of his apartment window.

Dove from his window might be more accurate from the looks of

him.

My... Jesus.

Why do you think he would do something like that?

He just got out of prison.

I know he'd been sick.

It... it seemed like he was getting worse.

When he wasn't talking about all the pain he was in,

he was complaining about the side effects from his meds.

My God.

The pain he was in.

Must've been terrible.

Were you two close?

I mean, I suppose you could say we were close.

We weren't partners very long.

We'd spent some significant time together.

I guess I knew Max about as well as anybody.

Why you ask?

The note he left, it was addressed to you.

Me?

Found it underneath his medication

bottle.

Wasn't a big talker.

You all right, buddy?

You're sweating.

Yeah...

It's just... it's this damn fever.

Report to the RAPP office within the next 24 hours.

They'll get you reassigned to a new partner.

Okay. Thank you.

I was with my last partner, Dave, for about a year.

Um,

he wasn't the easiest guy in the world to get along

with, you know?

Um, but everything's different now.

Greg is a real pal, you know?

He's always there to chat about things.

Um, my girl and I have a six-month-old baby, um...

Boy.

Greg's got a daughter.

What is she, seven?

Yeah.

Anyways, he's a dad, too, so he kinda gets it, you know?

Our families have actually become friends,

so it's, it's pretty great.

Um, he's also been helping a lot since I got laid off.

In fact, he got me an interview at the place that he works

this Monday.

Fingers crossed.

It's great, guys.

Good work.

Let's give them a hand.

Okay, George and Terry.

I can't believe I let you talk me into this.

I feel ridiculous.

It's a shipping yard, for Christ's sake.

I'm telling you, it'll work.

When I interviewed, the guy said he doesn't normally hire RAPP,

but he liked that I wore a suit.

Listen, it can't hurt, right?

I guess.

Perfect.

Don't untie it between now and Monday.

Just loosen it, pull it up over your head.

That way you can keep the knot.

Got it.

I'll get everything back to you on Tuesday.

Keep it.

-You serious? -Yeah.

It's from my past life.

I never wear it. Besides, looks good on you.

Wow.

Thank you, sir.

You're gonna nail it.

And happy six months, partner.

Happy six months, man.

Here's to staying positive and testing negative.

Never heard that one before.

-It's good. -I got it from Dave.

He had his moments, when he wasn't being an insufferable

bastard, that is.

And maybe I should send his wife a thank you card

for shooting him.

What if she hadn't?

What if Dave's wife hadn't killed him?

What do you mean?

You think he would've violated?

Shit.

I don't know.

Maybe, I guess.

You can't say for sure, right?

Max would've.

Think so?

I know so.

That motherfucker would've absolutely gotten me killed.

And you know what?

He knew it, too.

I think he enjoyed it.

He got some sick pleasure out of knowing that he was gonna go

down in flames, and he was gonna take me right along with him.

It was him or me.

What I mean is I'd be dead right now if he hadn't have gone

first.

Sh... I gotta get going before the buses start running.

All right, well, good luck tomorrow.

-Knock 'em dead. -Thanks.

And, have a good time at that picnic tomorrow.

Give Rachel and Amy my best.

Will do.

Whoa!

-Are you it? -All right, I'm it.

Come here.

Lunchtime!

Come and eat.

This looks great.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming.

I meant to ask you, Sean and I were talking about maybe

getting all of us together.

You, me, and Amy with him, Joanna, and Patrick.

Sounds fun.

-How is Sean? -He's good.

He's great, actually.

I got him an interview at the yard this morning.

That's great. How'd he do?

I don't know.

I tried calling him to find out, but he didn't pick up.

Sean David Ochoa,

RAPP number 45499, this hearing

is to determine if sufficient evidence exists to warrant

a charge of first-degree murder against you.

Receiving such a charge would constitute a violation

of the terms of the Recidivism Accountability Partnership

Program.

Do you understand the purpose of this hearing, sir?

Yes.

This necklace was discovered

in your suit coat pocket

this morning as you were passing through a security checkpoint

metal detector at the East Port shipping and receiving terminal.

It w... it was in the pocket, but I swear to God I've never seen

it before.

A K-9 unit on the scene

indicated narcotics on the necklace.

Subsequent testing confirmed the presence of cocaine residue

inside the locket compartment.

I told you it's not mine.

This is a blow-up

of the photograph inside the locket.

The young woman in the photo has been identified by vice squad as

Jennifer Rodgers, AKA Kandi Kane, age 23.

Ms. Rodgers was murdered between three and six months ago.

The exact time of death is not known.

Three to six months is an estimate based on the

decomposition of her strangled and mutilated corpse, which was

discovered last month buried in the dunes near Drake's Point.

A forensic examination of the locket revealed traces of blood

matching the victim's type.

The uniform distribution around the chain was determined to be

consistent with injuries that would have been sustained

during a violent strangulation.

Mr. Ochoa, do you have anything to say in response

to this evidence?

Daddy, after lunch, do you wanna push me on the swings?

-Sure. -But we can still play in

the jungle gym after swings.

-Right? -Of course.

Amy, finish your lunch.

Your daddy will play with you however you want

after you finish.

The suit's not even mine.

Yes, I see here

that you told investigators that you bought

it at a secondhand store.

That's right.

Yet you were unable to recall

when specifically,

or even the name or location of the store.

Yes!

Yeah!

Do the board members have

anything to add?

-Wait. -Nothing to add.

Please, no, you're making a mistake.

Nothing to add.

I swear to God I didn't do anything!

Yeah, as high as you can.

All right, as high as I can.

This board finds that there is sufficient evidence...

-No, no, please! -To warrant the charge.

Please, no, God, no!

I swear to Christ I didn't do it.

-I didn't kill anybody! -Per the terms of the

Recidivism Accountability Partnership Program...

I didn't kill anybody, come on!

-Your previously... -Please!

Suspended sentence is hereby

ordered to be carried out immediately.

Please, no.

No, come on.

Please.

Please, no.

Come on, no.

I didn't kill anybody.

I didn't kill anybody, come on.

Please, listen to me!

Higher!

I don't think I can go higher than that.

Please. Yes, you can!

Please, come on!

Come on!

I have a son.

Daddy, you stopped pushing me.

I'm not going to high anymore.

Daddy.