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- Hey.
- Hey.

How we doing, Pops?

You know, like I got
a week to figure out

the hell I'm gonna do with my days.

30 years, and my only hobby
was bitching about my job.

Ah, that's the cop way.

- You'll figure it out.
- Yeah.

Gentlemen.

- Bob!
- Rizzy!

- Old man.
- Hey, Bob.

You remember my boy, Adam.

With scruff on his face, I don't.

Hey, Duff.

We just wanted to stop by,
see how you usually do it.

Yeah, we got these things
down pretty good, I think.

Figure you don't need
the whole place, right?

No, no. 15, 20 max.

Well, we'll get that area closed off,

set aside for you, put out some snacks.

Won't be too complicated.

Usually take a little deposit.

200 maybe?

- Seems fair.
- Uh, yeah, yeah, hang on.

Hang on.

Dad, I got it.

Yeah?

You don't pay for
your own retirement party.

Come on.

Bob Ruzek.

Finally putting you out to pasture.

Well, better than being
taken behind the barn

and shot, I guess.

That's right.

What does it say about
the Chicago Police Department

that you turkeys serve up the
best coffee in the building?

Nothing good, Sarge.

I saw the flyer downstairs
about Disco Bob's party.

Yeah, this weekend. No obligation.

Are you nuts?
I don't go to those things.

Years ago, when we were babies
working at the 13th,

your dad would show up for his shift

reciting your stats from
your game the night before.

Aww.

"Adam went three for four last night

with a double and two RBIs."

Well, we should
definitely keep doing that.

Adam went three for four last night

with a hoagie and two beers.

And a sacrifice pickle.

Heyo.

Something for your old man.

- Thanks, boss.
- You didn't have to do that.

I know you had your issues
with him over the years.

30 years of service
to the city of Chicago

is 30 years of service... end of story.

Appreciate it.

What are you hungry for for dinner?

Let's go to that place on Clybourn.

What do you call it? Platonic Pizza?

Platonic Pie.

Oh, 'cause that's so much snappier.

It's a skillset.

Swing by my dad's house quick.

All right.

I'll just run this inside,
and then we'll go pick up Makayla.

Okay?

Actually, you know what?

Why don't you come in, see the old man?
He'd be happy to see your face.

Come on.

- You sure?
- Yeah, come on.

- Sure, sure?
- Yeah.

Have you told him about...

All the times you broke my heart?

No. You're good.

Are you protecting me from his wrath?

No, I just figured if he was
ever forced to make a choice,

he'd pick you over me.
I mean, that's the choice I would make.

Pops, I hope you're decent.

Coming in with the girl.

Dad?

Hey, Dad?

Dad?

Bob?

Adam.

All right. I'm gonna call him.

Yeah.

All right. It's ringing.

What the hell is this?

- Whoa.
- Dad?

- More blood down here.
- Yeah...

Dad!

That blood is fresh, Adam.

You got anything?

Uh, sort of. I spoke to a neighbor.

She said she saw two men pull
up to the back of the house.

White, possibly Hispanic. They entered.

Then they left about 20 minutes ago.

It's a start. Call it in.

What?

It's just, Kim, my dad, you know,

he's made some pretty crappy
choices over the years.

I don't know what happened in here,

but there's a decent chance
it was self-inflicted.

Maybe.

But you gotta call it in.

5021 Ida.

Go ahead, Ida.

I need you to roll a crime lab

to 221 North Oleander.

Possible home invasion,
possible kidnapping.

Copy that. Crime lab en route.

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What up, dog? You good?

I've been better.

I don't know what happened there, boys,

but it wasn't good, whatever it was.

Well, you know, whatever it
is, we gonna figure it out.

We got you.

Appreciate it, fellas.

Hey. Hey.

I told you to get that van out of here.

Copy, Sergeant.

All right. Everybody, listen to me.

The last thing Bob Ruzek needs

is his face on the evening news.

That's how people get hurt.

Send patrol away.

We're working this as a 99 Confidential.

Only OCD in the loop.

But that means this is all on us.

All right? Where are we?

Okay.
We got a struggle inside the house.

There's blood in the kitchen
which leads to the backdoor.

Pretty clear my father left in a hurry

and it wasn't his idea to do so.

I mean, his car is here. The TV was on.

His keys, his wallet, service revolver,

his phone, which I just
started going through.

Password was his badge number

'cause who would've thought of that?

Okay. Anything jump out?

No, it's all just normal stuff.

I mean, here I am texting him
about the retirement party.

What?

Talk to me.

Uh, it says,

Tuesday, 6:13,

You don't deliver, it's over."

It's a restricted number.

All right, any idea who
might send something like that

to your old man?

No.

Tech said that the footprints
and the blood

leading to the back door were
made by somebody wearing socks.

So if this is what it seems,
somebody grabbed him.

Didn't even give him a chance
to put his shoes on.

All right. Keep canvassing this block.

Find some cameras.

Scrape together enough
to get a BOLO out on that car.

- Kim.
- Yeah.

I want a full scrub
of all of Bob Ruzek's cases,

top to bottom.

Something like this happened
to one of us,

the first thing we'd think
it's related to a case somehow.

- Right.
- Revenge,

- somebody seeking information...
- Boss.

Yeah?

My pop spent the last
20 years directing traffic

at afternoon Sox games,
not kicking in doors.

I mean, I don't think Kim's
gonna find anything there.

Okay, he's still a police officer.

That man spent a lot of time
on a lot of streets.

- Do the work.
- Yeah. No, I'm on it.

- Can I help you?
- Gonna see Benny.

Hey. You can't go back there.

No. Nope.

- Nope.
- Hey.

Adam.

Benny, we need to talk.

Everybody, out.

Adam, the hell is this?

There's no Adam here, Benny.

Not tonight.

There's just a cop up your ass.

- Where's my father, Benny?
- What?

I know you texted him,
told him to deliver.

- I didn't...
- Where is he, Benny?

- That wasn't me; I swear.
- No, no, no, where is he?

- I... I don't...
- Benny.

- Hey, hey.
- Did you hurt my dad?

No, no. I did not.

- Did you hurt my dad?
- No, I did not.

Listen to me.

Now you just take a breath.

I will tell you exactly what happened,

and you are not gonna
do anything bananas.

Deal?

Tell me what happened.

Your pops... I am not gonna
lie... was in trouble with me.

- Bad.
- How bad?

Like real bad.

Truth is, you know it. I know it.

He's the worst gambler I ever knew.

Got into a hole
and just kept digging deeper

until I finally cut him off.

Benny, just tell me how much.

80 grand.

80 grand?

Benny, how could you let it
get that bad this time?

- I mean, if you said hey, I...
- Listen to me.

I did not lay a finger on your father.

And the reason is simple.

He paid. All of it.

What are you talking about?

- In cash.
- No.

Walked in one night, dropped it,

walked out, I ain't seen him since.

- Yeah? When's this?
- About a month ago.

Date's in the ledger book
if you need it.

Sorry, Benny.

Hey.

What, are you following me?

Yes. Yes.

Look, you were clearly lying to Voight

when you saw that text
at your dad's house.

I wanted to make sure you weren't
doing something extracurricular,

just plain ol' stupid. Were you?

Yeah. That'd be fair to say.

And?

And, well, it turns out a few weeks ago,

my father paid down an 80 grand debt.

A few hours ago, he couldn't put down

a $200 deposit on a bar.

And now he's gone.

Okay. Okay.
You know how he got the 80 grand?

No, I don't.

I thought I knew what was going on.
I don't.

Hey. We're gonna figure it out.

Yeah.

It's the same restricted number.

It's a video.

- Hello, son.
- Oh, my God.

I'm okay. I'm all right.

I just, um...
I'm in a bit of trouble here.

These guys... Los Tiranos...

I don't need to tell you who they are.

They got a problem.

A snitch.

Someone on the inside

that's giving them trouble.

So they need you... I need you...

To find out who it is.

And then give them the name, okay?

Or I'm gone for good, son. I'm gone.

We'll be back in touch.

We got a Chicago cop missing 12 hours.

Tell me something good.

We looped in OCD?

We got trap-and-trace
on Officer's Ruzek's phone,

- but so far, nothing.
- Okay.

What's the latest on the scrub
of his police work?

I'm into it, Sarge.

It's just not a lot of meat on the bone.

Okay, so, Sarge,
this is the claim territory

of Los Tiranos, the Hispanic gang

that's holding down Bob Ruzek.

So these guys are an umbrella gang,

- cartel-connected.
- Okay.

They got hundreds of foot soldiers,

dozens of cliques, each one is a silo.

It's gonna take some time
to put a face to this.

Right, so they occupy
the Lower West Side,

the South Loop, Marshall Square,

but the heart of it happens
right here in Pilsen.

So we got reason to believe

these guys know what
they're talking about.

I mean, Los Tiranos
was running unchecked

for a long time,
but the last couple months,

they've taken some hits.

CPDs punched 'em in the face
a few times.

Hit a couple of their stash houses

and a couple bank accounts.

We're thinking that there
has to be an informant

on the inside... a snitch.

Just got the bloodwork
back from the scene.

So some of the blood definitely
belongs to Officer Ruzek.

But the good news is most
of it belongs to someone else,

- and we got a hit on CODIS.
- Mm.

This is Hector Alvaro Santiago,

date of birth 03/30/88.

He's in the gang database.
He's a known member of Los Tiranos.

He's got an LKA in Pilsen.
539 South Allport.

Nice work. Let's move.

Chicago PD!

Chicago PD. Hands up.

- You walk towards me.
- What?

Hands in the air. Step towards me.

- No!
- Get away from him.

Get up.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Where is Bob Ruzek?

- Who?
- You know who... Bob Ruzek.

I don't know who that is.

Who else is in this house?

Hey. Where's Bob Ruzek?

I need you to hear me.
Where is Bob Ruzek?

Tell me where he is.

Officer Bob Ruzek.
Your blood's all over his house.

We need to know why. Hey!

House is empty. He's not here.

Help him!

Don't you die on me.

Don't you die on me.

Where's my dad?

Hector!

- Where's my father?
- Adam.

No!

5021 Eddie.

Roll a crime lab and ambo
to 539 South Allport.

Okay, Elena, you and Hector
were together for a year.

That's a very long time, okay?

That's a long time.

But I need you to remember.
I need you to think.

Do you ever remember Hector
using the name Bob Ruzek?

You keep saying that name.

Who is that?

All right. Tell me this.

When's the last time you saw Hector
before he got injured?

Yesterday morning.

It was a regular day.

Dropped him on my way to the clinic.

The clinic?

Arden Family Health. I'm a nurse.

Got home from work,
and I found him bleeding.

Okay. You're a nurse.

And you didn't bring him
to the hospital?

Help me understand that.

He told me it was going to be up to me

to save his life or not.

I knew he was going
to bleed out eventually.

Begged him to go to the hospital.

- He wouldn't go.
- Elena.

You're a nurse. Your man's bleeding out,

and he won't go to the hospital.

That didn't strike you as odd?

It didn't bring up
any questions in your mind?

Did you know that he was in a gang?

- What?
- Yes.

Hector was in a gang.

That's why he didn't want
to go to the hospital.

Because he knew that
if he showed up at an ER

bleeding out, someone
like him was gonna start

getting asked questions
that he didn't wanna answer.

- You lie.
- No, he lied.

Did you know anything about the man?

Can I get a sec?

Did you ask any questions at all?

Adam.

Voight was right to do the scrub.

I tracked everything that
your dad tried to access

in the computer database,
every keystroke.

Something there.

Something bad.

Three days ago, at the end of his shift,

your dad logged in to the gang database

and accessed the list
of documented members

of Los Tiranos.

Your dad doesn't work with gangs.

He doesn't work major crimes.

There's no reason that
he would need that information.

- Right.
- But it doesn't end there.

Because once he has the names,

he uses them to pull the field reports

for the recent operations
targeting the gang.

And?

And one of those reports mentions a CI,

goes by the codename Merlin.

All right, but he doesn't
know this Merlin, right?

- He said in the video...
- Adam.

He doesn't know who he is,

but it's not for lack of trying.

He tried to get Merlin's real name.

But he's just...

He's a patrol cop,
and he doesn't have security clearance.

All right. All right.

I'm just gonna take a look at this.

I wanna retrace his steps again.

Adam.

Time's up, son.

We gotta do this.

Or not.

- You have a minute?
- Yeah.

They sent a second video.
They put a clock on it.

They want the name of the snitch
that's giving them trouble,

and they want it by noon tomorrow.

So we work all night.

We'll do whatever we gotta do...

Boss, boss, there's more.

My father's been doing favors
for this gang...

At least he's been trying.

I just retraced his steps.

He used the arrest database
to find his way to the snitch,

codename Merlin, and then he tried
to find the snitch's real name.

Um, if that's true...

It's a complete betrayal
of the badge, I know.

But, uh, just because he tried
doesn't mean he succeeded.

Story of Disco Bob's life.

No, he thinks you can do
what he couldn't...

Figure out who this Merlin is.

Well, he's not wrong.

I mean, we have higher
clearance than Patrol.

I already got past
the wall that he ran into.

Merlin works for a DA task force

that investigates cartels
including Los Tiranos.

I mean, this CI, he's indexed
in over 30 cases.

He is very good at what
he does, whoever he is.

Mm.

Okay, so...

Say you're me, right?

What happens next?

- We find Merlin's real name.
- We make the trade.

So we make the trade.

Your old man walks out alive.

I mean,
that's... that's the hope, right?

But Merlin's dead.

That's for sure.

We're talking about trading
one life for another.

But one life is Merlin,
who's a gang member.

He's a rat.

Boss, you don't get to
the position that Merlin's in

by living some clean life.

Adam.

You don't get to the position
your father's in

by leading a clean life.

Do you?

No, sir.

But he's my father.

I would make the same trade
for you every time.

I'm gonna go to the task force.

You stay out of this part.

- I'm taking Hailey.
- All right.

Adam, listen to me.

I'm gonna get that name

because it's our best chance
to find your father

on our own before the deadline

without making that trade.

You understand?

We're not in the business
of signing execution papers.

So these pricks want Merlin's name.

Yeah, if we don't give it to 'em,
they're gonna kill him...

The Chicago cop... tomorrow.

Well, we got some real problems here.

Who's that?

- That's Merlin.
- Hm.

What?

Now she climbs the Tiranos ladder,

but she works for us.

She's a gold mine.

She gets killed, that's two
years of work up in smoke.

We're talking cartel-connected
gangs from here to St. Louis.

Look... we don't want that
any more than you do.

But a cop's life's on the line here,

and we're hoping that
you can meet us in the middle.

How about instead of Merlin's name,

you give us someone else's?

Who?

The person who wants Merlin dead.

Give us that name.

Then we'll use that
information to find Bob Ruzek.

We'll bring him in
and protect your source.

Merlin's work has made
one man's life a living hell.

His name is Lucas Barela.

Date of birth: 11/08/71.

Barela's the juice man of the gang.

His arm of the business
is to launder money

by issuing cash loans
to desperate people

at high interest rates.

Like cops with gambling issues.

Yeah. Like that.

Okay, remember, Lucas Barela
is also a desperate man.

His life's at stake here too.

Yeah, so it was Barela's money houses

that were hit by the cops,

Barela's bank accounts that were frozen.

We can thank Merlin for that.

So the task force has wiretaps up,

and we know that Barela's bosses

have given him one more chance

to get his house in order, or he's dead.

Sarge, the grand jury transcripts

you had me pull for the scrub.

Uh-huh?

The guy who died, Hector Santiago...

- Right.
- His cousin is Barela.

- Also, his muscle. They were tight.
- Hold on.

Santiago's girlfriend told me

she used to drop him off
at some warehouse for work

on her way to, uh, Arden Family Health.

- Arden Family Health.
- Arden Family Health is

on Bishop and 21st in Pilsen.

So why don't we run all the warehouses

between the clinic and Santiago's house?

Yeah. 19th and Aberdeen.

Closed three years ago.

Barela liquidated.

Got it. Barela's parents
owned it before it went under.

The name's still on the deed.

Strap up. Go hit it.

All right, Coop, get 'em high.

Get 'em high.

Right there.

There you go.

I got you there. You got me here.

Copy.

We're in.

Dad?

I found him alive.

Roll an ambo. Park it a block away.

Unknown number of offenders
in the building.

Copy that.

Dad?

Here. Let's get you warm.

Hey. Let's get you warm.

You're all right.

I knew it. I knew you'd come.

Keep your voice down.

- You're all right.
- Yeah.

All right. Shh.

Just be quiet.

How many are there? How many are there?

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

Is it Barela... is that
the one that did this to you?

I'm not sure.

They didn't use names.

- You okay to move?
- Yeah, I think so.

Get up. Let's go home.

Okay.

I got you.

Go ahead. I got you.

- I got movement, lower level.
- Copy.

Lucas Barela, don't move!

He's running west through the
building... cover those exits.

Copy. We're coming around!

Stop!

All right, all right. Move with me.

Let's go wide. Go wide.

We got motion right here.

Chicago PD! Barela, stop!

- Out of the way!
- Come on, move.

- Out of the way!
- Stop!

- Come on, keep it moving.
- Get out of the car.

- Get out of here.
- Get out the way!

Move. Help her!

Help her! Help her!

Barela going down 19th
in a civilian vehicle!

- Hey, Joy.
- Adam, hey.

How's he doing?

Two broken ribs, some hypothermia.

He went through hell, but he'll be fine.

All right. That's good.

He okay to put on some real clothes?

Mm, close enough.
He'll be out of here soon.

Thank you, Joy.

- Officer.
- Hey.

Pa.

Ah, there he is.

Thanks, son.

All right, Pops.

Truth time.

You gotta tell me everything
so we can find Lucas Barela.

Oh, the guy who took me?

Yeah.

Lu... Lucas? Wh...

What'd you say? Barela?

Stop what you're doing.

You know exactly who he is.

You arrested him 25 years ago.

He got a reduced sentence
in exchange for information.

He worked for you.

So you know exactly
who Lucas Barela is, Dad.

Talk to me.

You're good, kid.

Back then, I was the guy in charge.

Barela was a street rat.

And over the years, you know,
things changed.

I stayed right where I was,

but Barela, he climbed to the top.

And that's how paid off
your debt with Benny.

You went to Barela, right?

Yeah.

- 10% a week.
- Oh, my God.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You couldn't pay that off
in a million years.

- What are you thinking?
- I know.

He knew... he knew
when he gave me the loan.

He knew when I couldn't pay him back,

he had me over a barrel.

He had a cop over a barrel.

That's worth more than...

More than any money.

So that's when he, uh...

He demanded that I, um,

find out the name of the snitch.

And I...

Came up short. I know.

So time was up.

And, uh, Barela and his guy...

- Hector Santiago.
- Yeah.

They came to the house.

I fought like hell.

I probably hurt that Santiago
pretty bad too,

but I... I couldn't get to my piece.

And...

Barela put a gun to my head.

Then...

And then that was... that was it for me.

I...

He was ready, and I...

And what, Dad?

I wasn't.

And I broke.

I did the only thing I could think of

to save my life... I
sold out my own son.

I told him that you were a cop,

that you were a real cop,

that you were a better cop
than I ever was,

and that you could find
the name of that snitch.

I should've just taken the bullet.

I need to find Barela.

Now.

No.

What, Dad? What?

No. The man almost killed you.
What the hell are you talking about?

- You gotta let him walk.
- I'm not letting him walk.

Why... why would you even say that, man?

Adam,

I've been borrowing money
from him for years...

Drug money.

And then trying to get
the name of the informant?

You bring Barela in, that all comes out.

That's the end of me.

They'll bring charges.

That'll be the end of my pension.

Our name will be destroyed.

Our name.

How is he?

Yeah. He'll be fine.

It's all right. Leave it open.

Sarge, um,

you know, if we find Barela
and we bring him in,

what would really be gained by that?

Is that a real question?

It's just...

All this crap comes out, it's ugly.

My father's career, his pension.

Adam.

You gotta stop covering for him.

You gotta start taking care of you.

I am.

The name Ruzek's gonna
stain this department,

and I gotta lug that around
long after my dad is gone.

All the people that matter,

they know who you are.

I'm asking.

The answer's no.

We've been down this road before

with your old man, haven't we?

- Done things we had to do.
- Yeah, I know.

And this is how he repays the favor?

Gets in bed with a new drug dealer.

Now you want me to just walk away?

We gave it a shot? We're moving on?

Olinsky told me my dad and you had beef.

He was a dog cop!

You think I'm not hearing you
because of some beef

I had with your old man 20 years ago?

No.

Let me tell you something.
You do this to a cop...

Put a gun to his head,
pull him from his home...

You're not doing that to Disco Bob;

You're doing it to the Chicago Police.

You understand?

And we... we're gonna find Lucas Barela.

You can participate or not.

And I will be watching
to see what you choose.

All right.
What did we hear from our CIs?

Buttoned up pretty tight, Sarge.

So we're nowhere.

Okay. The vehicle Barela stole?

Patrol found it. Torched.

Right. Safehouses, stash houses.

Barela's on the run.
He's gotta be somewhere.

We've gone through every inch of intel.

- So we're nowhere.
- Maybe not, Sarge.

This is the last piece
from the scrub I did

- on Bob Ruzek's activity.
- Okay.

This is the data from
the chip from his squad car.

Now every single one of his patrol stops

can be justified as an on-duty call...

All except for this one.

2451 South May. It's in Pilsen.

- In the heart of Los Tiranos.
- Exactly.

Bob Ruzek stopped there five times.

Never called it in.
Always off the books.

Hold on, you guys. 2451 South May.

We've got Barela
in that stolen civilian car

on a traffic cam, and he was
a block away from there

headed in that direction.

Let's move.

The cases we bent
the rules on over the years.

The crooks we sent into the wind

because bringing 'em in was
more trouble than it was worth,

but this one, we cling to
like a dog on a bone.

The name Ruzek's gonna be
a joke from here on out.

My dad's a jackass,
but he's right about one thing.

Everybody'd be better off
if Lucas Barela just...

went away.

We're four minutes out.

Move on the house but quiet
till we're all there.

All right. Here we go.

On scene.

- I'll take the back.
- Wait.

Hey. Back inside.

Get back inside now.

Adam!

Adam!

Adam!

What did you do?

5021 Ida.

Shots fired by the police.
One offender down.

Roll the crime lab to our location.

Copy.

Street Deputy and IRT are on their way
to open the investigation.

All right. Good.

You wanna talk it through?

Yeah, sure.

Went to apprehend Barela.

He reached for his piece,
so I put him down.

Shot three times, hit him three times.

Twice in the back.

It was a good shoot, boss.

IRT and COPA want to talk to me

about your state of mind.

I know I didn't see the shooting,
but they want my version.

Well, you didn't see it.

So what is there to say?

Right.

- It was a good shoot.
- I hope so.

Yeah. What does that mean?

It means that I'm worried
about you, okay?

I'm worried.

I have seen you going through
some stuff lately, and now this...

Kim, stop dancing around with me.

Say to me what you're really thinking.

Say it.

They got a video of the shoot.

Security camera, house next door.

Play it.

What's he saying to you?

He told me he knew who I was.

I wouldn't bring him in because

my father already
promised to let him go,

and he'd ruin my father's career.

And that I was a little bitch
like my old man.

Hmm.

I told him he was wrong.

He reached for his gun.

He was moving fast, and
the first shot spun him around.

Second and third shots
went through his back.

Good shoot.

That went down exactly like you said,

exactly as you reported to IRT.

- That's good work, Ruzek.
- Thanks.

- Nice shoot.
- Thanks.

Hey, Adam. How is he?

Oh, yeah. He's gonna be fine, Sarge.

He got out of the hospital
yesterday, so.

- Thanks for asking, Sarge.
- Yeah.

Hey, you know that stuff you said

about my old man coming
into shift talking

- about my little league games?
- Yeah?

Total BS.

What?

Yeah. He made it up.

That was his shtick.

Couldn't be the real police. Couldn't
be the first guy through the door

because he was a family man.

Even if it hurt his career,
he had to be home for dinner

and in the stands for my games.

He made it all up.

He was at the bar making bad bets.

I knew you weren't that good a hitter.

- Thanks, Sarge.
- Yep.

Taking that over to the Deputy Supe?

Yeah, you know. Case like this, I gotta.

Yeah.

All it says is the truth.

Officer Ruzek was abducted

because the offender was
under the mistaken belief

he knew the identity of a CI.

Anything else,

that'll die with Lucas Barela.

Boss.

I don't know what to say.

Hmm.

That's the best news I've had all day.

You must be damn proud, Adam.

Hell of a legacy to carry on.

Sure is.

Thanks, Duff.

We need to clear the air.

All right.

- Adam...
- When you ran up on me

after I shot Barela,

you could've asked me if I was okay,

if I was hurt... that's
not what you did.

- Adam, listen.
- You said, "What did you do?"

Yeah, I did.

"What did you do?"

Kim,

one of the many reasons
that I fell in love with you

is that I felt like you believed in me.

Like you believed in me
in a way that nobody

in my entire life has.

I did.

- Even me.
- I do.

I'm not so sure.

You have to see how what I said

made sense in the moment.

You have to see that.

I don't.

After everything that you
and I have been through,

there just should
have been something that...

Held you back

from the edge of assumption.

Some sort of guardrail

that kept you from going
over that ledge.

I mean, if this situation is reversed...

I'm you; You're me...

And I run up on you.

You're standing over Barela
holding the gun.

If I got close to the ledge,
fine... I wouldn't go over.

Not ever.

I just...

'Cause I know your heart.

And I know that there's not
a world in which

you'd kill a man in cold blood,

that you'd shoot him in
the back as he's running away.

For what... revenge?
For your family name?

Come on.

That's what you meant

when you said, "What did you do?"

And in that moment,

I'd have thought you'd know my heart.

You're supposed to know.

I do know your heart. I do.

And I am sorry.

- Just...
- I...

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