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Grab them.

Get out.

Just shut up.

Jake Kelley?

Huh?

Easy question.

You Jake Kelley?

Yeah.

Are you the CEO of Adzix Chemicals?

Yeah.

Who the hell are you?

Your conscience.

Okay, Maya, you can pick up your prescription

at your local pharmacy.

Okay.

Now I want you to take two tablets

twice a day for five days.

That's gonna reduce the inflammation,

but you have to finish the entire course.

I will.

Okay, now I'm gonna ask Helen to schedule

a follow-up appointment for us two weeks from today, okay?

Great, thanks for your help, Doctor.

That's why we're here.

Helen, I'm sending Miss Rubarber out.

I want you to schedule a follow-up appointment

for us in two weeks.

Who else is out there with you?

Penny Chambers. I can have her wait if you'd like to.

No, that's all right. Send her in.

Shut the door.

What the hell do you want?

Good afternoon to you too.

I want the usual.

I want you to make me feel better, Doc.

You are still a medical professional, right?

Or have you finally crossed over and become one of us?

Sweetheart... if I provided the whole world

with Murder Eight and Captain Cody,

I still wouldn't be trash like you.

Come on now.

I was just tickling your funny bone.

Am I laughing?

Your material sucks.

Well, don't disparage my sucking skills, Doc.

It's 10,000 hours of practice.

Oh dammit.

Sorry to bother you, Doctor,

but you know that Lisa's here to see you.

Give me a minute.

All right, get up.

What the hell?

You're leaving.

Why?

Just hit the road.

My silence is gonna cost you.

Now get the hell outta there.

And next time, don't dress like a slut.

Then don't make me behave like one, Doc.

Excuse me. Didn't know he was with a patient.

Hello, baby.

Thank you, and thank you for tuning

in to the internet radio show that really gives a shit

about what's going on out there, in our neighborhoods

and all across the pill-plagued USA.

We're in trouble, folks.

Our communities are being decimated by a plague

of drug abuse and dependence, so we come together

here on the worldwide web,

as a community, as a family.

We share our pain and our heartbreak,

but to tell our stories.

Stories of a cancer that's killing and maiming our children.

War.

We're at war.

War with an insidious enemy that's making billions

and destroying millions of innocent lives.

Pick up that phone and share your care.

1-777-555-CRISIS,

1-777-555-2747.

Lori from Lutz is on the line.

She has a story to tell.

Talk to me, Lori.

Hi, Bill, how are you?

I could be better, Lori.

We could be better.

These corporate scumbags are destroying

the future of our children.

What's your story?

My son died last year just as he

was about to graduate from college.

These kids can get pills so easily.

He wasn't an addict.

He was graduating with a 4.0 from the University of Tampa.

One night, he was drinking with his friends

and they were taking these painkillers.

My son passed out and they said he threw up

while he was on his back.

No one saw him, and he suffocated.

And I miss him so much.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, now none of that I'm sorry stuff allowed here.

You got nothing to be sorry about.

It's the monsters who are pushing this poison.

They're the ones who oughta be sorry.

Will be sorry.

You got any idea where the kids were getting the stuff?

We don't know for sure.

One of his friends said there was a younger student

whose brother was a dealer.

Police ever follow up on that lead?

We never heard anything.

That's typical.

The problem's too big for any local

police department anyway.

Thanks for calling in, Lori. It's gonna get better.

Last year was a great year.

This year's better.

Considering we only spent two million lobbying,

the ROI is insane.

You know, I keep hearing they're going after doctors next.

They are.

And they'll throw a few to the wolves.

Optics matter.

Don't worry, Sport.

You're not in danger. You're too damn white.

What's the situation with your ex-partner?

We need him to sign off.

I'm working on it.

Work harder.

If there's one thing I've always lacked, it's patience.

Go away. We aint buying.

Why do you assume I'm selling?

Can you believe that the captain

made us go to that dirtbag's funeral?

Why'd he do that?

Kelly wrote a check for the mayor's reelection.

He said the department should pay its respects.

Did you catch the show last night?

It's so sad.

So?

You got anything on it?

I'll see what I can do.

What's with the face?

Do I know you, brother?

Doesn't matter.

I know you.

Really?

Then I imagine you're after this.

Did you ever stop to think

about the lives you've ruined, Rip?

What is this?

Who the hell are you?

Your guidance counselor.

Can I help you?

Dr. Mac?

Yeah, well, I used to be.

Who are you?

It's me, Bill Johnson.

You operated on me after my heart attack a few years back.

Oh, yeah, Bill.

Been a while, hasn't it?

I'm sorry I didn't recognize you.

What are you doing way out here?

Hope it's not for a checkup.

No.

Well, then what can I do for you?

Sorry about the mess, Bill.

I wasn't exactly expecting visitors.

But come on in.

Tell me something.

How the hell did you find me?

I saw online you've been suspended.

I can find anybody on the computer.

Damn computers ...I hate them.

It's one of the reasons I'm in this mess.

You know, I appreciate you coming all the way out here,

but what exactly do you want?

I don't know.

I wanna lend you some support, I guess.

You did save my life.

Yeah, I've saved a lotta lives.

Look where it's gotten me.

You know, unless you're a lawyer

or a medical billing expert,

I'm not sure there's anything you can do for me.

Maybe not.

How about a bowl of cereal?

Sure.

All right.

It's the least I can do for you,

coming all the way out here, have a seat.

There are more than 70,000 overdose deaths

each year in this country.

70,000.

Most people still envision big boats smuggling in the dope,

low-level dealers selling it on the street,

and yeah, that still goes on, but the real culprits,

it's the pharmaceutical companies, the doctors they grease.

They're overprescribing this shit.

It's ruining our communities.

If you've lost a loved one to an overdose, call in.

Let's hear your story.

Talk to me, caller.

Yeah, Bill,

what happened to personal responsibility?

Nobody, nobody's forcing these losers to pop pills.

Why is it the doctor's fault if they're weak-kneed?

Losers?

That's how you see these victims?

Well, well.

My best friend on this earth had a bad knee,

went in for a knee replacement.

Lotta post-surgical pain.

Doctor prescribed Oxycodone.

This is a guy who never took a drink, never took a drug.

Within six weeks, he was addicted.

Six months after the surgery,

dead of an overdose.

You wanna call him weak, hmm?

Did two tours of duty in Vietnam.

Started his own business, was a self-made millionaire,

raised four kids, married 40 years to the same woman.

He was no loser.

He was a great American.

And if this scourge can take him, it can take anybody.

What's this about, Friend?

I have done nothing to you.

This isn't about you.

This is about the kids whose lives

your company helped erase.

What are you talking about?

I never erased anything.

I have a family.

I have kids.

So did I.

My God.

Are you insane?

I couldn't afford to pay this even if I was working,

and as you know, I'm not, thanks to your new boyfriend.

Bullshit.

You could be making a lot more if you wanted,

but you've always lacked ambition and drive.

We were doing fine.

I just wanted to be a doctor... and help people.

I guess that's my big crime.

I don't care about being rich.

Well I do.

I deserve more than you can give me.

Oh, yeah. The world owes Lisa.

Rhodes promise you a mansion in Shangrila, did he?

I don't even know where that is.

Look, I'm not settling.

Okay, I want it all.

You're a criminal, and you're going to prison.

You won't need money in there.

My God, you're demonic.

You two deserve each other.

Leave Alan out of this.

It's between you and me.

Look, even if I go to jail, it's not gonna be for long.

I have to be able to live when I get out.

Jesus Christ, you're a smart guy.

I'm sure you'll find a way to scrape by.

Scrape by? Are you listening to yourself?

A few months ago, we were fine.

We were planning our future, we were happy.

And now you wanna,

you wanna kick me to the side like a piece of garbage.

I'm just... over it.

I've been unhappy for a long time.

Alan makes me happy.

Yeah, Alan's made a lotta women happy,

in the past, for about five minutes.

You know he's been divorced four times?

You're just a pit stop.

Enough about him.

If you can be reasonable, we can get this over with.

Reasonable?

You don't want me to get anything.

You want the house, the cars,

the bank accounts, the investments.

How the hell is this reasonable?

Tell you what.

You can keep your damn car and your 401k,

if you just sign over the patent to me.

I'm already entitled to half of it.

It's a mere formality.

There it is, isn't it?

The truth emerges.

The patent... Rhodes put you up to his, didn't he?

He did no such thing.

That's my offer. Take it or leave it.

You don't agree, then set a trial date.

Ow, fuck.

Good God, it's you.

That's a warm welcome.

You got a lotta nerve showing up here.

I'm surprised you even knew about this side of town.

You kidding me? I grew up on this side of town.

Yeah, another new car, huh?

She's a beauty, isn't she?

Yeah, sure, whatever.

How the hell did you find me anyway?

Was my address on a billboard somewhere?

Oh wait, I know, Lisa.

Yeah, it was on the divorce papers, Tom.

Yeah.

All right, well what the hell do you really want?

As if I didn't know.

I came to see you on your birthday.

I even got you something.

God.

It is my birthday, isn't it?

What is it?

Hell, you don't know.

Looks re-gifted from Christmas.

Look, we both know why you're here, okay, so save it.

Hear me out, Tom.

Hear you out.

What could you possibly say that you haven't said before?

Did somebody invent some new words?

You steal my wife, you set me up

with the medical board, and then you...

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I had nothing to do with your fraudulent billing practices.

And I did not steal your wife. She came to me begging.

Hell, Tom, I want you to come back.

You did most of the work anyway.

That's horseshit, and you know it.

There's one thing that you want, and you know what it is,

and I know what it is, and that's why you're here.

To hell with my birthday.

There is a fortune to be made, dude.

Just sign the patent over to me.

The FDA will never approve it with your name,

especially if you lose your license.

And I will guarantee you'll get your share of the profits.

Come on.

It's not about the money. You know that.

Okay, I want this drug to help heart patients,

not to be marketed as another opioid.

There's enough of that shit in the market now.

It's gonna help a small percentage of heart patients.

I don't care.

But, as a painkiller, every man, woman and child on Earth

will be a potential customer, Tom.

Get outta my house, now.

Get outta my house.

This is gonna happen one way or the other.

It's gonna happen, Tom.

Get off me.

Smug son of a prick.

Did you know one of the biggest opioid manufacturers

in this country is a family business?

Family business.

Wonder how many of their family members

ever use their product, hm?

Gosh, I wonder how many politicians' kids ever go to war.

Politicians.

I never had no faith in them anyway, but these days.

So there's all kinds of pushers, right?

From the guy on the corner to the cartel.

They all do the same damage. They all destroy families.

They all take children away from their families.

But lately I been thinking.

Maybe the worst pushers are the institutionalized ones.

The ones who lobby Congress to write the laws.

Police do what they can,

but how do you fight a pusher who's been legalized?

Politicians won't do shit.

They're the ones who helped opioids become

big business in the first place.

So what are we gonna do about the legalized pushers, hm?

Appeal to their better nature?

They got no better nature.

Ask them to obey the laws?

They write the damn laws.

Beg them for common decency? They're all indecent.

So what are we gonna do?

What are we the people gonna do about this?

Talk to me, caller.

Bill, we should put our faith in our Lord

and Savior, Jesus Christ.

He will come down from heaven and show us the way.

There's an old adage I try to live by, Friend.

Pray every day as if everything depends on God.

Act every day as if everything depends on you.

Thanks for the call.

We gotta go. I'll see you good folks next time.

Till then, be good, do good, keep the faith.

I love you, Ashley. See ya.

Go away. We aint buying.

I am still not selling.

It's not like you to be late.

I'm sorry. I was visiting Ashley.

Jan, is this every gonna get easier?

It will, Bill.

It'll just be different.

The new normal.

Pain is the price we pay for our memories.

I wanna keep fighting, long as I got fight in me.

But I'm not blameless.

Why didn't I see the pain she was in? Hm?

Why wasn't she prepared for the dangers?

What I do wrong?

I coulda been a better father.

I been working vice a really long time,

and I have never seen as much death as I have lately.

Kids dying for nothing over these damn drugs.

You got some names and numbers for me?

Don't I always?

Really?

Hey... give these to your granddaughter.

That middle school will be a money tree

if we can get in there and move these.

Hm, I need a bigger cut, Trent.

I want a bonus, in advance.

Fuck you. I just gave you your bonus, Maude.

Shit, that was your bonus, Sunshine.

I didn't get shit.

Middle schools, Maude?

Jesus.

Not exactly making America great again, are we?

You fu...

Hey, man, we're cool, right, we're cool?

Oh, we're a million miles from cool, you scumbag.

That was pathetic.

Wanna try again?

Have mercy.

I will.

No!

Until you have a child, you can never imagine

the love that you feel for your child.

Nor can you ever imagine the pain.

The gut-wrenching pain of losing that child.

And the love we have for our children,

it's the strongest emotion on Earth.

What the fuck?

The bond between parent and child.

God, it's so strong you could pull a battleship.

And in a matter of seconds,

your whole world's ripped right out from under you.

There's no experience on Earth

that prepares you for the loss of your child.

There's an emptiness inside you that can't be filled.

Thoughts of suicide... well, they become a daily ritual.

I don't just grieve when I think of the things we did.

I grieve when I think of the things we'll never do.

Add up all the successes and accomplishments

and love you've had in your life.

They crumble beneath the weight of the pain

of losing your child.

I'd give up my life right now, no hesitation,

if I could hold her just one more time.

See a woman who loses a husband is a widow.

Man who loses his wife is a widower.

A child who loses a parent is an orphan, but

there's no word for a parent

who loses a child.

My God, Bill, it is beautiful out here.

Thanks for inviting me.

You're welcome.

You've really done well for yourself.

What do you do?

A little of this, little of that.

Okay.

Well, whatever it is you're doing,

you're doing better than I am at the moment.

Say, I caught your talk show last night.

You're very good.

Thank you.

It's my passion.

I applaud the effort.

Why this cause?

My daughter passed away.

Jesus, I'm sorry.

What happened?

Overdose.

What was she taking?

Painkillers.

God.

Why does this not surprise me?

What do you mean?

They're everywhere, Bill.

Anybody can get their hands on them.

And they're stronger today than they've ever been.

That certainly explains your crusade.

And the reason I'm about to lose my medical license.

How's that?

Well you see, I've developed a drug

to help heart transplant patients.

That's my passion.

But in a higher dosage, it's more powerful than fentanyl.

And my partner wants to get his hands

on the patent, so he set me up.

He wants to distribute it worldwide, as another painkiller.

Prick.

What's his name?

And those doctors that are getting kickbacks

from Big Pharma, they're not just low-level

doctors at walk-in clinics.

They're well-known doctors, doctors that are in the news.

Hell, some of them are even surgeons.

I got some names, and I intend to add more names

to my growing list and expose every damn one of them.

You know this asshole?

Hell no, I never heard of him.

I suspect he's heard of you.

He could be talking about anyone.

Maybe, or maybe not.

Are you keeping everything tight?

As a dog's ass. You know me.

I thought I did.

What's that supposed to mean?

You ever heard the saying any publicity's good publicity?

Yeah.

It aint true.

If we're catching bad publicity because you're not keeping

things shipshape, that's gonna be a problem.

I'm on it.

You better be. There's a lotta money riding on it.

And get that goddam signature.

I like you, Alan, and your father was a good friend.

I don't mind telling, your father always feared

you'd fall somewhat short of his ambitions for you.

You want it, Son,

but you don't want it bad enough.

So you wouldn't kill for it because you lack the spine.

You're not hungry.

I'm doing my best.

Your best?

Your best, your best is about as effective

as a mumbled prayer on a Monday morning, Al.

See, it's how you delude yourself you're progressing

when in fact you're scared, scared to take the lead.

Scared to burn your competition, be your true self.

Dad, I don't understand.

Be the machine, Son, not the cog.

Show me you got a pair, because right now

I don't think you do.

You could become addicted to opioids in five days.

Five days.

You listening out there?

130 people die every day in the USA overdosing on opioids.

Most of them young people.

I pray to God none of you has to go through the hell

of seeing your kid in a casket.

Especially not when it coulda been prevented.

I dare anybody to call me right now and tell me I'm wrong.

Come on, worthless doctors.

How about it, lowlife pharma execs?

Lines are open.

No, you son of a bitches won't call, because you're gutless.

You're gutless, and you're greedy.

It's all about the money and the house

and the cars and the country clubs.

It's a crime.

You all need to go to prison for murder.

This prick of a doctor prescribed fentanyl lollipops

for anybody with back pain or migraines,

even though the intended user is late-stage cancer patients.

Sales reps greasing the doctors

call that off-target marketing.

Oh, and it's illegal.

Talk to me, caller.

Hey, Bill, thanks for your show.

You're doing great work.

Thanks, I try.

Just saying what needs to be said.

Somebody's gotta say it. Might as well be me.

Was a free trip to Brazil worth it, fat boy?

Are you scared now?

You should be. You all should be.

This white-collar genocide needs to end, now.

You know what Orwell says.

In a time of universal deceit...

Telling the truth is a revolutionary act.

Yeah, that's a good one.

And the truth is, as you said,

that it's the damn executives

who are responsible for so much suffering.

We've been talking about the executives,

and the politicians.

But don't forget the doctors.

They're the ones who are taking obscene kickbacks

to push this poison, yeah?

They're the ones selling out their profession

to vampires in suits.

Some of them even manufacture their own

versions of the drugs.

Hey, docs, I got a question for you.

When you look in the mirror,

do you see a reflection looking back?

I have been happy to help you, Bill, because you've

achieved more than my department has in the last five years.

And as much as I'm on your side, I still got a lot to lose.

The brass is poking around, and they're wondering,

how is the shooter getting information on his target?

Trust me, they don't know shit,

but things have the potential to get hot.

Do you need to step away?

No, no, you need to pull it back.

I told you.

I only got one serious target right now.

Be careful.

Rhodes is dangerous.

And you know that he is juiced in with some people

with legitimate power.

Some very dark people.

I'll look forward to meeting him.

And I thought that I was the crazy one.

Wow.

Fuck.

This aint no opposition proposition debate.

There is no debate.

Opioids must be eliminated.

Eliminated, every damn one of them.

Hydrocodone.

Oxycodone.

Morphine, codeine.

There's too many good non-drug treatments.

Ice, massage, heat, physical therapy, acupuncture.

God forbid, exercise.

Too many non-addictive pain relievers.

Ibuprofen, Acetaminophen, Naproxen.

So let me be real clear on this.

If you're one of those people violating your oath

and pushing this opioid shit, you're scum.

Scum.

Is that harsh?

Sure is.

Do I care?

Hell no.

Talk to me, caller.

You know, I'm surprised anyone can see you.

What do you mean?

Sitting up there on your high horse,

pontificating up there in the clouds.

Do you get lightheaded?

Does it make you dizzy, Billy J?

You sound angry.

No, no, I'm just making an observation, Friend.

Well, Friend, I call it like I see it.

And if you don't like that,

there's not much I can do for you.

Oh you call it as you see it, huh?

Well tell me, what qualifications do you have?

Huh?

How would you help someone

who came to you with chronic pain?

Maybe you should tell me.

What are you, doctor, pharmacy bro?

Or just garden-variety scum, hm?

No, no, no, this isn't about me.

You're the one who goes on the radio

and starts slinging shit about subjects

you know nothing about.

Oh I can assure you, I know plenty.

Well tell me, Mr. Know It All,

someone comes to you with chronic pain,

and asks you for help, what do you give them, huh?

A gummy bear?

Well, I sure wouldn't give them

a gummy bear laced with fentanyl.

Neither would I.

Than you are a doctor.

All right, Doc, you know how addictive this shit is.

In fact, you count on it, don't you?

Bill, let me tell you something.

If you look on the side of the bottle or the package,

it says you take one pill every 12 hours.

And if you follow those directions,

you won't have a problem.

When a drug starts to affect the dopamine receptors

in your brain, what's written on the side

of a bottle aint gonna be much help, Doc.

All you have to do is follow what's

prescribed by professionals, Bill.

If you don't, it's on you, you're weak.

But what you should do, Mister,

is you should stop peddling lies!

Exactly what lies am I peddling, Doc?

Lies that it's being done on purpose,

that it's a part of some grand conspiracy, Bill.

More Americans have died of opioid abuse

than were killed in the Vietnam War,

but as long as it makes money, nobody gives a damn.

That's not a conspiracy, you tell me what it is.

Fear mongering, fake news,

being pushed by a liar like you.

If anybody knows anything about pushing,

I suspect it's you.

You better be careful what you say to me, Bill.

I wouldn't wanna have to sue you for defamation.

How can I defame you if I don't know who you are?

I tell you what.

Why don't you come down to the studio, hm?

We can talk face to face, mano a mano.

I'd like to know who you are.

I'll bet my listeners would too.

Hello?

How illuminating.

You have to wonder, friends,

what kind of a man wouldn't stand behind his words?

Maybe somebody who's got a lot more to lose

than he's letting on.

I stand by my words, Doc.

Why don't you stand by yours?

Or maybe you don't wanna go down those roads.

That asshole.

Thinks he knows everything.

I'll bury him.

You're a damn moron for calling into that show.

He baited you, and you fell for it.

Moron?

Oh, that is, that is rich

coming from a cheap cast-off like you.

That's where we're at now?

Insults like that?

You are a guest in my life, so don't fuck with me,

sweetheart, because I am not famous

for my compassionate nature.

So?

How do you like my new place?

Sorry.

Can we go inside?

No, we can't.

Please.

Hey, you wanted me outta your life, remember?

And now I'm out, for good.

Look, I made a mistake.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Yeah, you made a mistake,

but I know exactly what you were thinking.

I don't expect you to forgive me.

Good, because I won't.

You know, Alan is behind the Medicare thing, don't you?

Of course I know that.

I'd be willing to testify for you in court.

Can't we please get back together?

Please.

I'm sorry.

Can you see one last patient, Doctor?

Um, I guess so. Give me a moment.

I'll send him in.

Relax, sometimes people get nervous about the reading,

that makes the reading go up.

Okay, here we go.

120 over 80.

That's just about perfect.

You got good stress management.

It took a while, but I found something that works for me.

Well, don't keep it a secret. I could use some myself.

Your heart's strong.

I'm glad to hear that.

Have I seen you before?

I was a patient of Dr. Mac's.

Unfortunately, he's no longer with us.

But it's, uh, your voice.

It just seems so familiar. Have we met somewhere?

No, we haven't met.

No?

Not in person.

You're that asshole from the radio show.

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

How'd you know who I was?

You'd be surprised by how much I know.

So it's not a coincidence

that after we talk you're sitting here now?

Doesn't matter.

Matters to me.

Hey, how long does it take... to become a doctor?

What are you, thinking about studying?

I'm just curious.

Four years of medical school and a few years' residence.

That's a lotta work.

That's a lotta knowledge to be gained.

And?

Be a shame to waste all that effort.

What's that supposed to mean?

Do I have to spell it out?

Yes, I'd like you to spell it out for me.

What you do, it's important.

People put their trust in you.

If a janitor quits their job,

it's not hard to find another janitor.

But a surgeon? Especially a good one.

All those years of study, all that knowledge.

If that was wasted for no good reason, that'd be a shame.

That sounds like a threat.

Maybe it is.

I think you misheard me.

Did I?

I asked you to spell it out for me, not speak in riddles.

You're a good doctor, Alan.

You need to stop your extracurricular activities

and just be a good doctor.

You come into my office to tell me

what to do and how to live?

I just give advice.

It's up to you to take it or not.

You take your advice and get the hell outta here.

That was not the answer I was looking for.

Who do you work for?

Huh?

Who do you work for?

Fuck you.

God dammit.

Where the hell are you, you stupid thug?

What?

You got a moment?

Not really. What are you doing here?

Ignoring each other isn't getting us anywhere.

I need to know where this is going.

Well.

Well, Lisa, tell me, where would you like it to go?

That's not funny.

I changed my life for you. I left my husband for you.

Whoa ho ho, hang on a minute.

I didn't ask you to leave your husband.

I was pretty happy with you being a side ride.

A side ride, that's all I am to you?

Until you moved into my house and then,

I don't know, you became more like a speed bump.

Screw you. Don't you talk to me that way.

I thought we had something special.

Oh geez.

What is it with women? Something special?

You know, it's way overrated, like intuition.

I'll tell you something, sweetheart.

Love has a shelf life, and I feel this is expiring.

Really?

Well before you make any hasty decisions, consider this.

You talk in your sleep, asshole,

and you talk real loud on the phone.

I know all about your dirty little secrets,

including how you set up Tom.

Bullshit.

You can't prove anything.

And that precious patent you want so desperately?

You'll... never have it.

I'll see to that.

How's that for a speed bump?

Ow.

Sorry.

How did you get this cut?

You know, you need to be at a hospital.

This thing needs stitches.

No, no hospital.

They ask too many questions.

Well, I'll do the best I can.

Hey, you know the difference between God and a surgeon?

No, what?

God doesn't think he's a surgeon.

That's more accurate than you think.

Now that I patched you up,

what the hell happened to your neck?

I think I'm getting under your partner's skin.

Rhodes?

He sent a friend to pay me a visit last night.

Christ.

What happened?

I disarmed him, tied him up,

got him to admit Rose sent him.

Jesus.

Doc, I wanna tell you something I haven't told anybody.

I'm doing it because I think I can trust you.

Because I think you need my help.

Sure you can trust me, Bill.

Doesn't matter what it is.

You haven't heard what it is yet.

Look, you heard of the Six-Shooter?

Well of course. Everyone has.

He's all over the news.

What about him?

You're looking at him.

Is that supposed to be funny or something?

Because it kinda is.

Doc, what reason would I have to tell you

this if it wasn't true, hm?

Yank my chain, try to get another laugh maybe.

It's better than your doctor joke. Come on.

I'm the guy.

So, Bill, I get why you wear the masks.

But... why do you shoot them all six times?

That's how many bullets the gun holds.

See you.

Take a look at that.

The body of a Lutz woman, Lisa Mac?

My wife.

Was discovered floating in a lake

in the Land O'Lakes area Monday afternoon,

an apparent drowning victim.

No foul play is suspected, but the body's been taken

to the county coroner for autopsy.

Yeah.

He hadn't taken enough from me.

Now he's taken the last thing I cared anything about.

Rhodes?

Yeah, of course, Rhodes.

I know he's behind this.

He tried to kill you, didn't he?

Sure she didn't drown?

She was the captain of her college swim team, Bill.

No, she didn't drown.

Not without help.

Geez, what a surprise.

What can I do for you, partner?

Save the bullshit.

I'm done fighting you.

I'm ready to sign.

You can have the damn patent.

This some kinda joke?

Tomorrow night, my place. I'll call you.

Sure, okay, whatever you want.

So... what do you think of me now, Dad?

Okay, let's get to it.

There's good news and bad news.

Bad first.

You two did a sloppy job, now Homicide's all over it.

The good news is I'm about to transition

to a whole new level of operation.

No more small potatoes for me.

Now Strauss is gone.

That means that, technically, you boys are unemployed.

The question remains, what is the best way to resolve that?

Now you see this gun?

This was Strauss' favorite gun.

He adored this gun.

It's a Wyatt Earp replica, a peacekeeper.

The dumb prick didn't have it with him when he was killed.

If he had, he might still be here.

Why'd you bring it here, Mr. Rhodes?

For this.

Dan, clean this mess up.

What's all this, Tom?

Getting all my belongings together, man.

I'll be moving back into the old house now.

Oh, right.

Sorry about Lisa, Tom.

I appreciate it, buddy.

It's a hard time for all of us.

Surely is.

That the assignment?

Yeah, sure.

You got a pen?

Yeah.

There you go.

Hope you don't mind my asking, Tom,

but what changed your mind?

You know I just didn't wanna be a part of this anymore.

I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of losing.

Hell, I'm just tired.

Thinking about going into a whole new line of work.

That's a real good idea. A fresh start.

For both of us.

Well I'll be seeing you.

Yes, you will.

What the hell are you doing here?

You guys know each other?

Yes, we do.

Alan, meet my new business partner, Mr. Bill Johnson.

We met.

I don't know what you guys are up to, but I'm leaving.

Eh, eh, eh.

Are you serious?

I think you'll find I'm a pretty serious guy.

Right, Doc?

Okay, Mr. Serious, let's cut the dance. What do you want?

I want my daughter back.

Who's your daughter?

Her name was Ashley.

Ashley Johnson.

I don't know who she is.

No... she didn't know you either.

But opioids pushed by scum like you killed her.

I'm sorry for your loss,

but if your daughter was an addict, that's on her.

No!

No.

Actually, Doctor, it's on you.

Enough. He's gone.

It's over.

Simone?

Rhodes is dangerous.

You okay?

Working on it.

It's hard watching a man die.

At least the first time.

Hell, Bill, I've watched a lotta men die.

Good men.

It wasn't so hard watching that bad man die.

Well,

there's still a lotta bad men out there.

You up for it?

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