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Father Danny, he's here in L.A.
I seen him.

Remember me? It's Brendan.

- We don't know each other. I'm sorry.
- Are you?

Ray said you'd stolen a lot of money
from Sully.

I did it for this chick.

Claudette, my one true love.

Mick, things have changed.

You got photos of Van Miller tripping
his balls off, hair samples, video.

- What the fuck are you waiting for?
- I'm doing it now.

I still remember her
looking up at me.

- Before you pulled the trigger?
- Yeah.

Let me get this straight.
No one else knows about this?

I couldn't risk it.

I'm surprised I could fuck you.

You're really not my type.

I just needed some closure on this
with you.

- So how'd you find me?
- Ray found me.

- You got the wrong guy, pal.
- What are you talking about?

Sean}: boy, are you in there?

I got a great idea for the ending.
Let me in.

It's believed to be the body
of Sean Walker, who burst on...

Shame about Sean Walker.

There's a lunatic on the loose.

- What'd you do?
- What did you do?

Raymond, what did you do?

Do you think Sully is coming for us?

Who the hell knows
what he's gonna do?

- You got what you need?
- Yeah.

I need you to stay with the family
till you hear from me.

Don't let them out of your sight,
all right?

Thanks, Av.

I made the arrangements
for this baby to come into the world.

- And now she's an orphan.
- She has a mother.

That girl who walked behind Sean
carrying a clipboard?

An egg donor is not a mother.

Deb and I are the legal guardians.

But I'm not well.

And Deb's too old
to take care of a baby.

Kelly. Kelly. Please take her.

Come here.

Okay.)'-

Okay.)'-

Mr. Drexler wants to know
if you'd like to issue a statement.

Yeah, my client's dead,
I'm in mourning.

That's my statement.

This is a fucking tragedy.

We've unleashed a monster.

Sully's not getting any younger.
He doesn't have a passport. I'll find him.

- Your father's still working for the FBI.
- I'm working on that.

- How?
- Will you give me a break, Ezra?

- I'm doing what I can.
- Don't talk to me like that, Raymond.

We're both upset.

Let's not fight.

I know I'm asking you
to do a horrible thing.

I'm not killing my father.

Sooner or later, he's gonna get caught.
Or Sully.

And ifs gonna come back to us.

Our problems didn't go away.
They got worse.

- Yeah.
- The next words out of your mouth...

...better be "Van Miller is shut down
and no longer working for the FBI."

I gave my ASAC the file, Ray.

- I'm waiting.
- Waiting for what?

We're a little busy right now dealing
with a dead Sean fucking Walker.

Of course,
I'm sure you know about that.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- You tell me.

Van told me he was investigating you
for some murder involving Walker.

I thought it was one of Van's...

-...paranoid Hollywood fantasies, but--
- You listen to me.

I'm gonna come over
and pay your ASAC a visit...

...tell him about the great sex-vice
from you.

If I'm going to prison,
you're going with me.

Fuck.

Yeah, hey, I need to speak to you.

Yeah, it's important.

- What are you, Jehovah's Witnesses?
- L.A.P.D.

- You Mickey Donovan?
- In the flesh.

We'd like to ask a few questions
about Sean Walker.

We found your name
in his appointment book.

- Working for him?
- Was working with him.

We had an overall deal.

Now, I guess that's fucked.
Come in, fellas.

I'll make some Sanka.

God.

Oh, God, I missed you.

I missed this.

When-f? What the fuck, Bunch?

I fucked up.

I fucked up real bad.

Jesus.

- Yeah, Terry, what's up?
- You need to get over here.

- Something's happened.
- Christ, I can't do it.

I'm sorry.

I need you here. Now.

Shit.

I'm a big soccer fan.

So, what, do you like the Galaxy?

Yeah,
Galaxy sucks without Beckham.

Beckham's a putz. Mr. Hollywood.

What are you doing here?

Ray asked me to come over
and look at your security system.

Go upstairs.

- Why?
- You heard me. Go.

- What's going on?
- Don't know what you mean.

Ray was a lunatic last night.

Mickey showed up all beaten.
Sean Walker's dead.

Somethings going on.
Ray won't tell me.

Abby, I swear, it's just a routine
upgrade of your security system.

It's part of my job.

You're a fucking liar
just like my husband.

Get the fuck out of my house.

I'm just gonna look
at your alarm panel.

Ten minutes, okay?

You want some coffee?

Absolutely.

You have cream?

What happened?

We got trouble. It's Bunchy.

It's bad, Ray.

Don't be mad, Ray.

What'd you do?

It was an accident.

- Tell me. What did you do?
- Come on, Ray.

What the fuck?

- I need help.
- Bunchy shot him.

L-- I didn't mean to.

I managed to stop the bleeding for now,
but he needs to get to a hospital.

Yes, yes, a hospital. Please.

- You have to help me. Okay?
- I will. Okay, just lay back.

- I'm sorry, Ray.
- All right.

- I didn't mean to. It just happened.
- Take it easy, Bunch, please.

- What's the nurse doing here?
- She showed up.

- She stayed over.
- Get rid of her.

-It's all right. I trust her.
- I don't give a fuck. She's not family.

We gotta deal with this. Now.

Ray, it's Father Danny.

You recognise him.

- Bunch.
- He's doing it again.

To another kid.
The same thing he did to me.

L-- I had to stop him. I had to.

- I know, I know.
- Don't go. Don't leave me.

Looks like the bullet wound
went out his back.

Must have missed his major organs
or he'd be dead by now.

L-- I stuffed the entrance
and exit wounds with bandages...

...but he needs attention
before he goes into shock.

So who's gonna call the ambulance?

- Do you want me to?
- Wait, wait, wait.

It was an accident, all right? We gotta
sort things out before we let him go.

- He may die. Do you care about that?
- Of course we do.

- What kind of people you think we are?
- I care.

Please, Frances, trust me.

We gotta do this our way.

Make sure Bunchy doesn't get
into serious trouble.

Why would he get into trouble
if it was an accident?

It-- it's complicated.

We'll take care of it.

Trust me.

All right.

All right.

You're a good man, Terry.

I know you'll do the right thing.

You got the gun?

Here.

- Where'd you get it?
- The apartment.

Must be Mickeys.

Ray. am I going to jail?

No fucking way are you going to jail.

You hear me?

I promise.

- How do you know Walker?
- Met in Boston. Years ago.

- You know his movie Black Mass?
- Yeah.

I was a consultant on it.
Here's your milk.

This is right before you did time
for murder?

I did time.

That part's right.

You get out of prison, come to L.A.,
and what, call Sean Walker'?

And just like that,
he gives you a deal to write a movie?

Actually, we were planning to work
on more than one.

Sounds like you hit the jackpot.

I'm the real thing. Sean liked that.

What happened to your head?

Had a few drinks last night.
Walked right into that fucking door.

- Tell me what happened.
- Holy Mary, mother of God...

I was waiting outside his house.
He got in his car.

I jumped in- I just wanted lo talk,
tell him how it affected me.

But he got all excited,
started yelling and everything...

-...and then the gun went off.
- Please!

- What time was it?
- What is this, cross-examination'?

Me or cops. What do you want?

- What time was it?
- Five, 5:30.

- How'd you get there?
- How?

- Come on, Bunch.
- I rode my bike.

- Where is it?
- Where?

Where's the fucking bike?

It's there, on the sidewalk.

In front of the house.

Oh, fuck.

I'm hurt.

Please, please.

- He sounds like he's in a lot of pain.
- Who gives a fuck'!

- Lena.
- Hey, boss, I talked to the manager.

Sully had two guys with him,
and one weighed like 300 pounds.

- Yeah, Tiny.
- He have a real name?

- I can check the airline manifests.
- Drop that. Something's come up.

I need you to go to a priest's house
on Hollywood and Wilcox.

It's next to a Catholic church.
You're looking for a bike.

- What kind of bike is it?
- One of those short bikes kids ride.

Ifs not! I'm not a kid and I ride it.

Pop rode it, right? Is he a kid?

- It's not a fucking kid's bike.
- All right.

It's a Raleigh Chopper
with ape hanger handlebars.

- Did you hear that?
- I got it.

Check out the neighbourhood.
See if anyone saw anything...

...heard a shot around 5 a.m.,
anything weird.

Lena...

...it's Bunchy.

It's serious, all right?

Okay. Copy that.

For God's sake, please.

You need to shut up, Father!

Motherfucker.

You gotta get me to a hospital.

Shut the fuck up!

Holy mother of God.

This has been some terrible mistake.

You think I don't recognise you,
O'Connor?

St. Josephine, South Boston.

No, no, I never served in Boston.

- I'm from Philly.
- You're from Philly, huh?

I don't know you.
I don't know your brother.

You don't know him?
How do you know he's my brother?

He said,
"I have to call my brother."

Terry!

Get in here.

Hold out your hands.

Do it. Hold up your fucking hands.

Which did you break
when this fucker tried to rape you?

The right one.

I have arthritis.

I need medical attention.

I don't wanna get anyone into trouble,
but you have to help me.

I don't have to do anything.

Jesus.

Like the view?

It's beautiful.

What's that got to do
with our security system?

I live in town.
I don't get much fresh air.

- You want some eggs?
- Sure.

- How do you like them?
- Mom does them scrambled and burnt.

Shut up, Bridg.

I don't like to cook. it's not my thing.

- Well, let me do it.
Seriously'?

Sure. Do you got an onion?
Some lox?

- Smoked salmon?
Perfect.

Jamey says Sean Walker was tortured
before they killed him.

Broke both his arms and legs.

I hate his movies.

He's like the old version
of Tommy Wheeler.

Not.

Mom, is Dad helping the police find
the people that killed Sean Walker?

Ask Avi. He knows a lot more
about your father's business than I do.

Where's the salt?

I hope you solve this thing.

I fucking loved Sean Walker.

He was true blue. A saint.

He had a big charity over in Africa
for general mutilation.

Oh, by the way,
where were you last night?

My son owns a boxing gym.

We had Fite Nite, amateur bouts.

Ended with a bang.
My boy clocked a monster.

The same son?

Another one. The black one.

You were at the fights all night?

Maybe I stepped out
for an hour or so.

I suppose you can account
for that time?

Sure. I was with a lady.

- Oh, that's convenient.
- Fun too.

And what's her name?
How can we contact her?

It's a little tricky, fellas.

You see, she's married.

So I have to finesse the situation.

Need to hear from her by the end
of the day, or we're bringing you in.

I don't know
if I can contact her today.

- I'll try my best.
- Today.

Mickey?

-It's good to hear your voice.
- You too.

- How are you?
- Not so good today.

Got myself in a little jam.

To tell you the truth,
I could use some help.

I can't discuss it over the phone.
Do you think we could get together?

I don't know. I have a tennis lesson.

I don't want to alarm you,
but it's a matter of life and death.

Okay, I can be there in two hours.

I can't tell you
how much this means to me.

You got all quiet.

- What are we gonna do?
- Wait for Lena.

- How long?
- As long as it takes.

We gotta make sure
there are no witnesses.

But if we wait too long...

What if he dies, Ray?

What the hell?

You have to get me out of here!

All right, all right.

- The fuck's up, Terrance?
-It's all right, Pie. Take the day off.

What are you talking about?
We had 200 people last night.

- Place is trashed.
- I'll do it.

You use too much Clorox.
No one can breathe when you do it.

Take the day off. We got it covered.

This is my gym.

I've been cleaning it for 20 years.

Before he owned it.

What's going on, Terrance?

Please, Pie, do me a favour.

Take the day off.

Fine.
The two of you can live with the stink.

- Help! Help!
- Get up here! Get--!

- Just let me go. I won't tell.
- You can't go.

Let me go!
I won't tell. I swear! I swear!

What the fuck are you doing?
I told you to stay away from him.

- He tried to get out.
- Come on.

Have some mercy, I beg you.
I'll die back there.

Oh, for God's sake, please!

What the fuck?

- Oh, Jesus.
- I thought you locked the door.

I did. He's got his own key,
came around the back.

- He's cold.
- He's going into shock.

- Gotta raise his legs above his head.
- Stay out of it!

Don't take me back there, please.
Please.

- Can we at least put him on the couch?
- Anyone else with a key...

-...you wanna tell me about?
- No.

All right, let's pick him up.

You do it.

Okay.
Oh, watch out, watch out, watch out.

- On three. One, two, three.
- No!

- He'll die if he goes into shock.
- Good.

I'll get a blanket.

We gotta get him to a hospital.

Not till we hear from Lena.

So you're a Donovan, huh?
Mick's boy?

Same as you.

All right. Go clean up the mess
in that locker room.

You seeing anyone, Avi?

Not now. Ray keeps me busy.

I told you about that texting
at the table.

God.

Busy doing what?

I have to take care of my mother
on the weekends.

- What's wrong with her'?
- Nothing.

From Friday to Saturday
she can't do anything...

...like turn on lights, cook.

- Why?
- Shabbat.

- What?
-It's the Sabbath, Conor.

Like Black Sabbath?

That's a band, you idiot.

My mother is Orthodox.

She keeps kosher.

She can't do anything on the Sabbath
because ifs the holy day, a day of rest.

- See, why don't we do that?
- We're not Jewish.

We're not anything.

We don't have any beliefs.
Daddy hates religion.

- I do yoga.
- That's not a religion.

I'm gonna be a Buddhist.

Lacy asked me to come over
to study for our chem final, so...

- Call me if you need a ride home.
- I don't think you should go.

Mom?

She's going to a friend's.

She needs to stay in the house.

All of you need to stay.

Kids, go upstairs.

- What?
- Why?

- Again?
- Just go.

What the hell's going on?

Are we in danger?

I can't talk about it, Abby.

But no one leaves the house
until I hear from Ray.

You think you can keep me a prisoner
in my own house?

Fuck you.

- What the hell's going on?
- Don't get excited.

- Avi says we can't leave the house.
- I just wanted Avi to be there with you.

- In case.
- In case what?

Because of Sean, the press.

Why would the press talk to me
about Sean Walker?

You expect me to believe that?

Look, Abs,
just stay there with Avi, okay?

Where are you?

.I'm..
- Ray.

- Doesn't look good.
- Is that Bunchy?

- Bunch, wanna give me some water?
- That's Terry.

Are you at the gym?

You're a fucking liar.

I'm going into town.
You take care of the kids.

I can't let you do that.

Get the fuck out of my way.

Are you gonna lay your hands on me?
Go ahead. I fucking dare you.

Conor, Bridg.

I'm going into town.

Avi's in charge.

He needs a doctor, Raymond.

If he dies, it's a mortal sin
and we all go to hell.

You still believe that crap?
After what he did to our family?

- I know killing is wrong, that's all.
- We take him to a hospital...

-...he turns Bunch in for shooting him.
- Maybe he won't.

Oh, he will.

And Bunchy goes to prison. How long
you think he'll survive in there?

Well, I can handle myself in prison.

- We can say I shot him.
- What are you talking about?

You've done enough for this family.
Now it's my turn.

Come on, Ter.

No one's going to prison.

Here, Father.

Thank you, my son.

Your brother's gonna kill me.

- No.
- He will if you don't stop him.

My death will be a black mark
on your soul.

It'll keep you out of heaven.

- I can't do anything about that.
- Call the police.

I can't.

You seem like a good man.
Why are you doing this?

I'm an alcoholic.

I'm sorry.

And a sexual anorexic.

I have nothing.

My life is fucked.

I just wanted an apology.

I didn't mean to shoot you.

I can help you.

You need therapy.

It doesn't help.

A 12-step programme.

I could take you to a meeting.

I'll get you the help you need.

I know some good counselors.

Please.

Before he comes back.
Take me out of here.

You told me it was God in my mouth.

You said...

...God was the Host.

And when we take communion...

...we put God in our mouth.

And you asked me...

...to suck your dick.

You said it was the same thing.

You said I was putting God
in my mouth.

No, that's-- That's not--

- I di-- I didn't--
- Can't you just say you're sorry?

Please.

I wish I could.

I know it would ease your pain...

...but I don't know you.

Arms down. Raise your right leg.
Sir, tum and face ma.

- Well, he definitely has a problem.
- I know.

He missed a task force meeting
yesterday.

Where'd you get this file?

A cop friend of mine pulled him over.

Didn't arrest him,
didn't wanna embarrass the agency.

Imagine how that would've played out
on the evening news:

"FBI Agent Out of His Mind on LSD."

People still do LSD?

Well, apparently Van does.

Nice and straight.

- Shit.
- Left leg at a 45-degree angle.

Straight.
- I hate this.

- Hang on.
- A fucking career down the drain.

- Bring him in.
- All right.

He'; , Frank.
-Touch your toes, sir.

Some agents, they would've sat on
this file and give Van a second chance.

- You don't have a grudge against him?
- No, sir.

I just don't like seeing a fellow agent
fucking up like this.

It makes us all look bad.

Lends downstairs.

I didn't find the bike. It was stolen.

Witnesses?
- Nobody heard anything unusual.

One old lady did say she heard
a gunshot some time before dawn...

...but she says
it happens all the time.

Please. Please help. Somebody!

Is there anything else I can do?

Take this back to the office for me.

Somebody!
- Okay.

- And, Lena...
- Yeah?

- Thanks.
- You got it.

He's getting bad, Ray.

There are no witnesses. Bike's gone.

So, what does that mean?

O'Connor can disappear,
no one's gonna connect it to Bunchy.

We have to help him.
I promised Frances.

This is family, Ter.
I don't give a shit about your promises.

- Who put you in charge?
- You got a better idea?

- Sit up.
- What?

- No! No! God!
- Easy.

Listen to me. No more lies.

- Tell him you're sorry for what you did.
- I didn't do anything.

Just fucking say it.

Tell him you're sorry and you live.

Keep up the bullshit, you're dead.

- Stop him.
- Don't talk to them!

- You're good men. Don't let him do this.
- Shut up.

- Don't let him do this.
- Shut the fuck up!

- Ray.
- Tell him you're sorry!

- Tell him you're fucking sorry!
- Chill, Ray. Jesus.

- Get off of me!
- Get in there. Get in.

Get the fuck off!

You gotta cool down, Ray.

We gotta think this through.

- This is all my fault.
- Oh, Christ, Bunch.

Get back out there
and keep an eye on him.

All right.

It happened to me.

Not you, not you. Just me.

So there must be something in me...

...something he saw.

He was nice to me a lot of the time.

Took me places.

You know, we went camping.

I never fished before.

It's peaceful.

We went to games.

Maybe I just wanted those things...

...and that's why I let him
fuck around with me.

It was my fault.

- What are you talking about?
- How could it be your fault, Ray?

- Bucky fucking Dent.
- What?

Bucky fucking Dent.
You remember that?

The tiebreaker? You kidding me?
Everyone in Boston remembers that.

Mickey promised to take me.

He was living with Claudette,
but he said he got tickets.

I waited for him.

I don't know how long.

I walked around the park
over and over.

Thought he'd be standing
at one of those entrances...

...and I could hear the game.

I don't know how many times I circled
before I realised he wasn't coming.

He forgot, or he never had the tickets
in the first place.

Just another fucking lie, you know?

When I got home,
O'Connor was leaving.

I found you in your room.

I knew just by lacking at you.

I knew what he'd done to you.

I wasn't there. I didn't protect you.

It's not your fault, Ray.

You didn't know what he was.

He had us all fooled.

I want him to apologise.

Then I wanna help him.

Oh, dude, you rock.

You got to have quick hand-eye
coordination to get into the Mossad.

What's that?

It's covert operations in Israel.

- Like Special Ops?
- Exactly.

I was 16 when I went into the army.

I had to lie about my age.

Anything to get off the kibbutz.

- What's kibbuttz?
- Kibbutz.

My parents split up, and I went
with my father to the kibbutz.

And I hated it.

You had to get special permission
just to kiss a girl.

Really?

Well, not really. But almost.

So I went in the army.

It was worse.

But then I started
the Mossad training.

I got to work alone.

They called me the Lone Wolf.

Wow, I wanna move to Israel.

Yeah?

Is a Jew the same as a Yid?

Get up.

What do you want from me?

You're gonna apologise
to my brother.

I told you. I don't know him.

You're gonna do what needs
to be done. You understand?

You're gonna tell him you're sorry.

Look at him.

Tell him who you are.

I'm Father O'Connor
from St. Josephines.

Father Danny.

That's what the kids used to call me.
I was close to your mother.

When she got sick,
it was heartbreaking.

All she had to go through.

You children losing her so young.

Your father not around.

I cared for you.

I cared for all of you.

Tell him what else you did.

I had a problem. I--
I did things that were inappropriate.

- Is that what you call it?
-It's an addiction.

I love children.

But they can be seductive.

They don't mean to be...

...but they're so free and pure.

- So you rape them?
- No. Never.

- I'm not a violent person.
- No, you just like fucking little kids.

I've been punished.

I was in treatment for two years.

They make you take drugs.

Chemical castration.

It kills the compulsion.

I don't hurt children anymore.

What about that boy I saw you with?

Miguel? Oh, I'm tutoring him.

No, you're hurting him.

No, I'm not. l swear.

I didn't hear an apology.

I said...

-...if I did anything--
- No "if"! No fucking "if'!

We're all sinners, Ray.

We've all fallen short
in the eyes of God.

Who hasn't hurt someone?

Caused pain?

And we seek forgiveness.

And we find it.

Do you forgive me?

- Who's that?
- Abby.

- What's going on?
- You have to go.

- Why is Avi at our house?
- To protect you.

- From what?
- I can't talk about it now, Abs. Please.

You're making yourself bleed.
Keep still. You're making it worse.

- Oh, my God.
- Shut up.

Just shut up. All right?

Abs, wait. Abs.

Just settle down. Just settle down.
Take it easy.

Hi, Abby.

Help me.

I'll wait for you at home.

No. Don't go.

Don't go. Please. No.

God's sake, don't--

- Daryll.
- What's up?

Go lock the door.

I can't believe you drove up here
just for me.

- You'd do the same for me.
- You bet.

Besides, I like the drive.

A few hours all to myself.

Allen gets on your nerves, huh?

Relationships are tough.

Don't I know it?

- Fresh up your drink.
- No. Better not.

Come on.

You used to be a party girl.

I was a good, churchgoing girl
before I met you.

We had fun.

Remember this?

- Does Allen dance with you?
- Allen's not the dancing type.

Too bad.

You wanna give it a go
for old time's sake?

Mick, you don't have to go
through all of this.

If you need something, just ask.

Yeah, okay.

I need you to say
that you were with me last night.

I understand
it might not be possible.

Maybe you were out, maybe--

I know your life with Allen...

But if it is possible...

Like I said...

...I'm in a jam.

Allen was out of town last night.

I was home alone.

So if I were to say
that I drove into town to see you...

...who's to say I didn't?

You would do that for me?

After all you've done for me?

The money, getting me out of Boston
when I was in trouble.

Mick...

...I owe you.

We gotta take him to a hospital now.
I cant wait anymore.

Please, Ray.

If he dies... I got enough guilt.

I won't tell anyone what happened,
I promise.

- See?
- He's a liar.

I'm not lying.
I caused your family enough pain.

- Ray.
- Please. We gotta.

All right.

But I take him. Alone.

- I go with you.
- No.

You stay here, clean up,
look after Bunch.

That's the way it's gonna be, Ter,
or it's not gonna be at all.

All right.

Get my car, bring it around back.
We'll load him up there.

- Okay.
- What's going on'?

- Don't talk, sit up.
- You're gonna take me to the hospital?

That's what my brothers want.

You're all taking me?

I'm taking you.
Here, wrap yourself in that.

He's gonna kill me.

- No. He won't hurt you, Father.
-It's all right.

You don't understand.
He won't take me to the hospital.

I'll never get there.

- You will.
- You'll be all right.

- They don't know, do they?
- Shut up.

- You never told them.
- I told you to shut up.

Ray, don't do this to me.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Ray.

- You--
- I loved you.

God help you, Ray.

I'm glad you did it.

I didn't think I would be...

...but I am.

The way two people move together,
that's how you know it's meant to be.

I'd better get back on the road.

Yeah, I guess.

Here. I got something for you.

It's beautiful, Mick,
but you don't have to.

Solid gold.

Like you.

Thanks, Mick.

Hey, Conor, where are you?

We're in a hotel.
I think it's in Malibu.

- Who's with you?
- Avi.

Dad, he's so cool.

He was a Special Ops in Israel.

I think he killed a ion of people.

I bet he did.

Dad, nan 3 became a Jew?

- We'll work on it.
- Cool.

I gotta go, Con.

I had Avi take the kids to a hotel.

- Okay.
- That's all you gotta say?

Ray, that priest, what happened?

You look at me.

Is that the one that abused Bunchy?

Wasn't only Bunch.

No, no, no. Don't touch me.

You should probably go.

- Frances.
- Everything okay?

- Yeah.
- So you took him to the hospital?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Look, I'm pretty tired now, so...

Which hospital?

You fucker. You lied to me.

What are you talking about?

Van is dead.
Somebody blew his brains out...

...and I'm guessing it was you,
you motherfucker.

You fucking murdered
an FBI agent, Ray.

I'm gonna take you down for ii.