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Where'd he bump into Bugs? - Give you two guesses.

Tunnels? Your wife witnessed
the murder of a Marine.

And you didn't protect her.

We had an agent.

Mitchell. He was
hit with a headshot

on the way to the safe house.

Died instantly.

I'm trying to quit.

I just had a kid.

He's got a touch of the colic,
so it's been tough.

Some people are born
knowing how to hide things away.

Good morning, buddy.

Oh, no tears?

What a big boy.

Hey, buddy.

Tomorrow you're gonna be
begging to take the car out

with your questionable friends.

I had a rule about secrets.

Rule number four.

Best way to keep a secret:

keep it to yourself.

Second best:

tell one other person,
if you must.

There is no third best.

Hey.

Hey.

- Hey.
- You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm gonna go
or I'll hit traffic.

Here you go.
I love you.

- Love you.
- Love you.

Oh. Here, buddy. Yeah.

Hey.

You were thinking
about it again.

Baby...

you got to stop.

I imagine Leroy Gibbs'll want to
see the van when he gets back.

Probably easier if
there's nothing's in it.

I think a lot about
that rule now.

Rule number four.

I hung on to a lot of secrets
for a lot of years.

It kept me busy.

So busy, sometimes
I didn't notice

that the guy next to me-- Morning, Randy.

he was doing
the exact same thing.

Morning.

Hey, La. Sorry we're late.

I got stuck in a
mind-numbing deposition.

No worries. What'd you rent?

Days of Thunder.

Days of Thunder? Mwah.

It's like Top Gun but with cars.

Popcorn is ready,
I just need to rinse out a bowl.

No, I got it, big sis.

- I can do it.
- She's in full-on

ass-kissing mode.

Her and her friends
got busted smoking pot

- today at school.
- What?

Not cool, G.

I know. It was a blunder.

No one's more
disappointed than me.

A blunder, huh?

Did you at least finish
the college applications?

No, but I put
a pretty big dent in them.

Can I make a
quick phone call?

- Okay, thank you.
- Yeah, but, uh,
what... there...

there's a phone
right here, Cheech.

New boyfriend.

Yeah. One's not
gonna cut it.

She's exactly like
you were at her age.

Which is both reassuring
and terrifying at the same time.

Please.

I never got caught.

Hey.

Weed or no weed,

we're kicking ass here.

Mom would have been proud.

Here's to us,

kicking ass without Mom

and in spite of Dad.

So...

you hear from Eddie yet

or should we talk
about work instead?

I'm up for a promotion.

It's not, like, a big deal.

I don't know.

I want it.

Well, then,
here's to you getting it.

You think rolling up to
a crime scene reeking of bourbon

might hurt your shot
at that promotion?

With Franks,
it'll probably help.

Te amo, manita.

- Mwah.
- Mwah. Mwah.

And, uh, don't tell me

how Top Gun Cars ends.

Love you, too, sis.

Te me cuidas, eh?

Adiós, noviecita.

Victim is Father John Larkin.

He's a Navy Reserve chaplain.

Started working at the
parish four years back

after a few stints overseas.

Bulletin in the lobby says they
were holding confessional hours

starting at 6:00.

He was in the booth,
probably never saw it coming.

Yeah. Either he was trying
to crawl out to get help

or shooter opened the door
to make sure he was dead.

You got a line on motive?

Nothing was stolen.
It looks personal.

- Any witnesses?
- No.

The cleaning crew
and the secretary

were down the hall
in the back office

when it happened.

They heard the shots,
they ran in.

By the time they got here,

the place was empty,
shooter was gone.

They did say it wasn't
unusual for the place

to be empty during
confessional hours.

'Cause no one
in their right mind

- wants to do it.
- Yeah, it is

kind of an antiquated
practice, I guess.

Everything was normal.
Then we heard a gunshot.

We ran out, and as
soon as we saw him,

I ran back to the
office to call for help.

We tried to do CPR,

put pressure on the wounds,

but it was too late.

You all are here often?

Nancy and Dee volunteer
once a week to clean.

I'm here most days.

I work in the office.

You notice anything

out of the ordinary
these last few weeks?

You should talk to

Father Bobby.
He would know better.

He's our other priest.

He's at the
hospital visiting

- a parishioner.
- No.

He's here. I saw him.

Where was he?

I was standing here,

and he walked in
through the back.

I tried to talk to him,

but he saw Father Larkin,
and he was...

he was broken.

He went down
to hold him.

He was prayingfor him.

I went over to him,
but he walked away.

He was headed back
toward the sacristy.

I don't think he's okay.

...and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death.

Father Bobby?

Father Bobby.

Hail, Mary,
full of grace,

the Lord is
with thee.

Blessed art thou
amongst women

and blessed is the
fruit of thy womb.

Pray for us sinners,

now and at the
hour of our death.

Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is...

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou
amongst women,

blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

- Ooh.
- That doesn't sound good.

Okay. All right.

You think you can you fix it?

Randy says you're like
some sort of frickin' whiz kid

when it comes
to this tech stuff.

- Aw, really?
- Mm-hmm.

That's my guy.

Hey, check the battery, Herm.

With these
RadioShack deals,

the issue is almost
always the battery.

Nope, she's got plenty of juice.

- What are the odds?
- What's this for, anyway--

you trying to go
to Disneyland?

No, young Herm,

I need this to record

my very first
criminal profiling interview.

It's part of my program.

Right on. Okay.

Let me, uh,

let me check it out, Okay, all right.

- see what I can do.
- Thank you.

Appreciate you.

Vera.

Yeah.

You know, I've seen
a lot of agents

come and go in my time.

Some I liked,

a whole bunch I didn't.

Most come in, they do their bit

and they clock out.

But you don't see folks
trying to effect change.

But here you are.

Well, it is yet to be seen
whether this program

will end up
effecting much of anything.

It's not the results
I'm talking about, kid.

It's the trying.
You understand?

Strickland.

- Got a sec?
- Yeah, sure.

Walk with me.

Uh, hey, I just saw Gail

walking your, uh,
your holy witness

- upstairs to the conference room?
- Father Bobby.

Randy and Gibbs are
headed up to talk to him.

Oh. Hey, did you know
Kowalski used to be a-a priest

way back in the day?

Army chaplain.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Can you, uh, give us a minute?

Just because you took over
Artie's desk

doesn't mean
that you own the place.

Didn't we just speak on this?

He can be combative sometimes,
but we are working

through it, yeah?

- There it is.
- Thank you.

Such a gentleman.

All right. Floor is yours.

Talk to me.

Promotions.
What are you hearing?

Just that budget cuts
are so bad

that there's really
only one up for grabs.

It's not even a real promotion.

It's, like, a teeny,
tiny pay hike

and a slot
in the NIS leadership class.

Yeah, but that puts you on track

to heading up to the office
one day, right?

Think I have a shot?

Eh, Wheeler's asking
all the team leaders

for their recommendations,
so I wouldn't hold your breath.

Maybe I just go to Franks.
Tell him I want it.

Okay, yeah, good luck with that.

How you holding up, Father?

Let's just say I picked

a really bad time
to quit smoking.

I have some nicotine gum
in my desk if you want.

I'm good.

I'm a guinea pig

in a clinical trial.

It's, uh, nicotine patches.

Wow, no kidding.

- They work?
- Not as well as cigarettes.

I'm really sorry
about earlier.

I just couldn't
pull myself together.

Seeing Father Larkin

like that was...

He was my mentor.

He was well-loved

in the community?

Not really. He, uh...

he was kind of a ballbuster.

That is an
interesting description

for a man of
the cloth.

Whose balls was he
busting, exactly?

Anyone he thought

could do better.

Which was basically everyone.

The parishioners,
church leaders,

people walking down the street.

That's what made him great.

You know, h-he was...

he was a total prick.

But in the name of God.

Could he have pissed someone off
enough to do this?

Can I ask you something?

Are you sure that
the person who did this

knew that it was him in there?

You mean, like,
in the confessional?

W-We rotate weeks.

This is my week, but...

...a parishioner's
appendix burst

and I-I wanted to visit her
in the hospital.

So, I-I asked
Father Larkin to sub

for me in confession.

Do you think that maybe they
thought it was me in there?

- Not necessarily.
- It should have been m...

it should have been me in there.

You don't think
they thought it w...

Oh, it should have been me.

It should have been me.

This week's
St. Augustine bulletin.

It was posted in the lobby
of the church.

Anyone could have
seen the schedule

for the confessionalhours.

Yep, says right here
Father Bobby

was scheduled to be
in the box this week.

That's what they call it--
the box?

I don't know.
That's just what came out.

Well, you're Catholic,
ain't you?

What, are you gonna sit there
and tell me you ain't Irish?

Look at you. You might as well
be a damn leprechaun.

Yeah, no, I'm-I'm Irish.

Well, then you're Catholic.

I'm lapsed, actually.

There's nothing in here
that points to motive.

What, think someone's
gonna write an article

telling you how they done it?

Come on, probie,
you're better than that.

What's the theory?

Father Larkin was tailed
into the church and killed,

possibly for
being a ballbuster.

Option two:

Father Bobby was the target

and the shooter
saw the schedule,

took out the
- wrong priest.
- There we go.

Two possibilities.
Mary Jo.

Either way, we can't risk it.
Mary Jo.

You know, these phones
have intercoms.

Do you need me to show you
how to press the button?

We're gonna need a protective
detail on the priest.

Go ahead and start the paperwork
and get the hotel, will you?

Something with less roaches
than last time. I love you.

Baby... you got to stop.

- I'll take point.
- Again?

Sweetie, you did protection,
what, last three times now?

Yeah, she's right.
I'll do it.

No, I'm-I'm good.
I could use the getaway.

Take probie with you.

Show him the ropes.
Dominguez,

give the boys a hand

getting the cases
out of storage.

The chain's on.

Chain's o...

Sorry.

These budget cuts
are killing us.

I think I saw two felonies on
the way in from the parking lot.

That's probably
a good thing.

No one'll come
looking for him here.

That's the last of it.

You guys are pretty thorough
with the packing, huh?

Gibbs, do me a favor.

Find a screwdriver
in the tools,

get the door chain back on.

Father.

You should try to relax.
Maybe

you could watch some TV,

do some reading.

Did you bring your Bible?

My mini bar's dry.
You-you mind if I check yours?

Sure. Yeah.

Okay.

Uh, lay of
the land.

You want to talk first
or you want me to fix the chain?

Lay of the land first.

Really quick.

Radios are set to channel four,

which is a direct line
to Mary Jo.

We rotate them
from the base stations

- every four hours.
- Excuse me.

Um, can I shut

- the door?
- Yes, but only if

one of us is in there with you.

This is the jamming equipment,

first-aid kit,
uh, emergency supplies.

You brought in the shotguns.

The ammo is... over there.
All entry points

stay locked,
except for the connecting door.

We blocked out the whole floor,

so it should stay quiet.

We'll rotate shifts

on-call, and...

that is about it.

Any questions, concerns?

Agent Mitchell.

He was the one
protecting my family?

It was a detail like this?

Yeah, he...

he was transporting them,
y-yeah.

You know him well?

Not really.
I mean...

He wasn't on our squad.

He was with Artie.
He was new.

Just transferred
from Twentynine Palms

a couple weeks before.

Let me get that chain up.

Dr. Tango had all
three bullets extracted,

had them sent here.

I'm guessing that's
why we got the page.

Reminds you of
the good ol' days, don't it?

The bullets?

No. You and me,
burning the midnight oil.

Back before Rando
was running with us,

back before probie.

Are you being sentimental
right now?

No.
No, I was just saying...

I ain't recommending you
for the promotion.

Wow.

Okay.

Good. Great.

Oh. Hey, friends.
Good to see you.

You know, if no one's
manning the lab area,

you should really
wait outside the door.

Woody, if that's what you want,
you should hang a sign,

put some chairs out there.

Oh, those are some
really supercool ideas.

The rounds. Follow me.

Uh, the rounds we
pulled from your victim

were pretty interesting.

Why don't you just get in here
and take a look?

Lead balls, huh?

Murder weapon was
- some kind of antique?
- Mm-hmm.

...36 caliber ball revolver.
This isn't the...

murder weapon,
it's just a sample photo.

But I know you're
a visual learner.

Colt Navy revolver.

Yep, leaning more
towards the 1851.

It's, uh, highly sought after
amongst historians

and Civil War reenactors.

Yeah, it's a
weekend hobby.

You do Civil War
reenactments in San Diego?

Yeah, why
wouldn't I?

I... Many of my cohort
are in law enforcement.

I put feelers out
to friends and foes alike.

I'm a Union man.

Obviously.

Yeah, one of his, uh,

reenactor nerd buddies
works at dispatch

at the sheriff's department.

You could have
just said "buddies."

Anyway, they had a robbery
at a convenience store

five days ago.

The cashier was shot and killed

by the same kind of
...36 caliber round.

I went and picked up
the file for you.

Case is unsolved.

Let's call up the boys.

I leave my daughter,

Dorothy Zbornak...

nothing!

You ever see this?

Golden Girls? Oh, yeah.

My wife loves it.
She tapes them all.

She watches them over and over.

Usually in the middle
of the night.

Hey, Lala.

We have a baby.

Sleeping's not really his thing.

Father Larkin
never missed this show.

Used to watch it
every Saturday in the rectory,

and a couple times, I even saw
the surly bastard laugh.

What?

You are nothing like
the priests I had growing up.

A Catholic, huh?

Randy.

Yeah, what's up?

That was Lala.

The weapon that killed
Father Larkin

was used in
another homicide.

- When?
- Last week.

A cashier at a Quick 'N Swift
in Logan Heights got shot.

Any suspects?

No. No, Franks

is trading info
with the sheriff now.

You know something, Father?

About that cashier getting shot?

You know who did it.

How?

Killer confessed
to you, didn't he?

Yes.

Who is it, Father?

Give us a name.

The information

was told to me
during the sacrament.

I can't repeat it.

Father, this guy
killed two people.

He killed your friend.

He could hurt someone else.I...

You got to make an exception.

I'm sorry. I can't.

I took an oath.

It's called a sacramental seal.

And it says that a priest
is forbidden to disclose

anything a penitent
says in confession.

There's got to be a loophole.

1951.

I'm a chaplain.

And I'm attached

to the 19th Infantry Regiment,

24th Division.

We're on the Han River, Korea,

above Incheon.

And there were times when
humanity was all but lost.

I heard confessions
over there

that would curl your toes.

And you never told?

Humanity was all but lost.

Look, maybe

you can talk to the padre,

- put a word in for us.
- All he needs to do

is just give us a name.

It's really nice
to see you two

working together like this,

in a peaceful
kind of way.

Smoke and mirrors.

Come on.

Talk to the priest for us.

There's a murderer
out there on the loose.

You don't like that, do you?

I know you don't like that.

Guy robs a convenience store,
kills a clerk.

Confesses the sin.

Worries the priest
is gonna turn him in.

So he goes
to take the priest out,

he kills the wrong one.

So, what would I say to him,
your priest?

How do you suppose I would
convince him to break his oath

and-and point a finger?

I ain't got no clue, Kowalski.

You're the man of the cloth.

Not anymore.

I mean,

I don't want to jinx it,
but I think

we might officially
be colic survivors.

That's great, baby.

You good?

Yep.
Gibbs is taking first shifts.

I'm gonna get some sleep.

Maybe next time...

you shouldn't feel like
you have to keep volunteering

for protection duty...

Yeah, no, I-I know, honey.

Love you.

Love you, too, baby.

You guys good?

Yeah.

I'll check it out.
Stay here, stay on the radio,

- Lock the door behind me.
- Copy.

- Federal agent!
- Stop!

Randy, should we evac?

Father, get in the bathroom
and lock the door. Let's go.

Freeze! Hands! Hands!

Randy.

I got a guy in here.
He was breaking in.

I got him cuffed. Do you copy?

Randy, do you copy?

Randy, do you copy?

Didn't have to
choke me out, man.

What was that?

Said you didn't have
to choke me out.

Wow, okay.

Well, we're all entitled
to our own opinions.

How'd you know
that we were here?

We saw you.

- Saw us where?
- You tail us from base?

From the
church? Where?

Nah, man, we s-saw you here.
In the parking lot.

Look, the best thing that
you can do for your futures

is tell me how we got here.

You kill
two people

and you come here
gunning for a third,

your options are running ou...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You-you think we
killed someone?

We didn't kill no one.

We weren't gunning for no one,
we weren't even carrying.

- You take a weapon off him?
- No.

We saw you loading out
the cases in the parking lot.

We didn't know you were cops.

Thought you were setting up
here to sell it or something.

You pulled the fire alarm
to steal our stuff?

Get you out the room.

Father Bobby,
back inside.

You guys got a priest in there?

In your room. Now.

It's not secure
for you out here.

Pretty sure I know the person

that we're looking for.

I thought you got that.

Yeah.
I did, I-I got that.

It's not them.

Seriously, dude.

You guys some kind of God cops?

Dumbass one.

Dumbass two.

No connection
to our murder?

Nope.

City picked 'em up
a couple two, three times

for theft and disorderly.

They didn't care
about no priest,

they just wanted
to lift our gear.

Where exactly is this hotel?

Budget cuts, Cliff.

Yeah. Right.

Speaking of...

You heard there's only, uh,

one bump for the office
this quarter, yeah?

Yeah, I heard it
'cause you said it to me.

Well, I need your rec.

I'm percolating.

What?

I wasn't gonna give a rec
this time around,

but, uh... now I don't know.

I'm thinking on it.

What about Dominguez?
She's due.

She'd be good for it, no?

Tell you what, Cliff.

She's going through
a case report now.

Our priest killer shot a guy

at a convenience store
a few days back.

Used an old Colt.

I'll let you know
what she comes up with.

- All right? Okay?
- Hey, Mike.

Take this crap with you.
I don't like clutter.

And, uh, take your time
bringing those guys in.

- Holding is full.
- Yeah, I know.

Gibbs is taking 'em to city.

Wait, you let him
leave the hotel?

It's compromised.

Yeah, I'm aware, Cliff.

Transport was too risky.

So I sent in reinforcements.

You with me, Gary?

Let's see what we got here.

Damn.

Somebody beat the hell
out of this thing.

Thought you were
going back to the hotel.

Oh. Herm's there
with Randy now,

so I thought I'd come in... I'm just asking.

You don't have to sell it to me,
I'm not your boss.

Well, you're one of 'em.

Need a coffee, boss?

Yeah. So,

case file says that
the guy who robbed

the convenience store
was high on something.

Witness described him
as volatile.

- What, he was raging?
- He was crying.

Sounds like the gun
went off by mistake

or he just immediately
regretted it, who knows.

Regret tracks with him
confessing after.

I had the church
secretary fax me a list

of past and present members.

You cross-reference it
with drug convictions?

That's what's
coming in right now.

But, I mean,

he doesn't have to
belong to the church

for him to know Father Bobby.
He could be,

- you know, he could be anyone.
- So, you're sitting here

doing all this when the priest
knows the answer.

That doesn't seem right.

Made sense to Kowalski.

Did you know that, uh, that
he was an Army chaplain?

Did you know Randy
choked a guy out?

- Tonight?
- Yeah.

One of the guys
who came after us.

Didn't know Rando had it in him.

He's criminally
underestimated.

I asked him
about Agent Mitchell.

Oh, yeah?

A while back,

I wrote a letter
to Mitchell's family, but...

...I never mailed it.

It's nice you wrote it.

I'm so sad I missed
old Rando choking a guy out.

Didn't know he was so pumped
under those suits, huh?

Good night.

Three months and change.

Smoke-free.

How about you?

You're not gonna be safe
until we get this guy.

If you give
us a name,

I-I think God will understand.

My wife thinks I haven't
smoked in over a month.

that's only because
I've been lying to her.

Been sneaking 'em.

Can't be easy.

The guilt?

You have no idea.

Think I have a clue.

A man is dead because

I asked him to cover for me.

And I got to figure out
a way to live with that.

This is weird.

This must be like a...

a magical
priest thing.

You get this a lot?

Do you want to get it
off your chest?

It's been a long time
since my last confession.

Like...

a long time.

Like, um, middle school,

Yeah.

A little while
after my son was born,

I was handed
a protection detail.

It was high risk.

A woman witnessed a murder.
She had a target on her.

I was assigned to protect her.

Like you're doing for me.

Yeah, but I had
a newborn at home.

And he was colicky.

And we thought something

might really be wrong with him,

but we didn't-we didn't know.

We were up all night with him,
it was days in a row,

I was-I was stressed,
I was exhausted.

I went to my boss.

I asked him to pull me
off the detail, you know,

'cause I w-I was
worried I'd mess it up

'cause I was so tired.

And another agent, Mitchell--

he took my place.

Mitchell was driving
that woman and her little girl

to a safe house.

He was shot in the head.

All three of them were killed.

And you think it's your fault?

I think I didn't do my job.

What if you had been there?

Then Mitchell
would still be alive

and his-his son
would still have a father.

What about your son
in all of this?

It's hard.

It's hard for me to look at him
sometimes, Father.

When I look too long at my son,

all I can think about
is Mitchell's.

I have to turn away.

God.

Damn. Sorry.

- It's okay.
- Dang.

Meant to say dang.

I feel really awkward right now.

The only thing that you should
feel right now is brave.

You're brave enough
to face your story.

If it's okay with you, um...

...I'd like to come clean too.

Liquid courage.

I lied.

About what?

I didn't ask Father Larkin
to sub for me

so that I could visit
a parishioner in the hospital.

I visited her at her house.

And, uh...

Nothing happened, but...

...I know what
I'm feeling for her.

You're asking me to break
the sacramental seal and...

...I've already failed
in so many ways.

That's it?

Oh, my God.

Oh, thank God!

I thought you were gonna
confess to murder, man.

Oh, wow.

I really did.

That was gonnascrew up

my entire belief system.
A-And your life, too,

it-it would definitely screw up
your whole life. Wow!

Ah! This is great news.

I am so happy right now.

Yeah, yeah. Coming.

Y'all good in here?
I heard yelling.

Yeah, yeah, we're good.

Shoot.

Got so busy with
that camcorder, I forgot.

I got a friend, Kowalski,
used to be a priest,

- told me to give this to you.
- Kowalski was a priest?

Yeah, man. Y-You got to take
the time to talk to him.

Dude's unbelievable, and he got
some crazy stories about Korea.

Father, you okay?

Joshua Adams.

That's the name of the guy
that you're looking for.

His mother is the congregation
secretary, and...

...she'll know
where to find him.

I'll let the team know.

Agent Randolf...

...do you believe
in well-timed signs from God?

I don't know.

Pretty sure that was
meant for both of us.

Weapon looks
something like this.

Does your son have access

to anything like that?

My father has
a cabinet of antiques.

My son-- he struggles.

He struggles
with drugs and alcohol.

I brought him here to church.

I thought it would help him.

He was getting better.

Ma'am, do you have
any idea

where we might be able
to find him?

He didn't come home last night.

When he doesn't come home...

Have you heard
of the Devil's Throne?

Chairs in the tunnels?

- Federal agents!
- Josh!

Step aside!

Hey! Back up!

- Back up! Hey!
- Let me see your hands!

- Hey!
- Get your hands up!

- Dominguez!
- I got you.

You'll neverknow.

Hey! Hey!

Stay.

Clear a path.

- Keep your hands up.
- Clear a path.

Hands where I can see 'em.

Hands where...
Back against the wall.

Against the wall.

- Back up.
- Joshua Adams. You know him?

- Stay. Stay right there.
- Joshua Adams.

- Don't move.
- Do you know him?

Joshua Adams. You know him? Huh?

- Move. Move.
- Get your hands up.
- Hey, he come here?

Sit down. Get your hands up
where I can see them.

Against the
wall. Stay here.

Joshua Adams.
You know him?

Joshua Adams. You
know him? Hey.

Hey. Don't...

Stay right there

until I tellyou to.

Move this way. I want your
backs against the wall,

your butts on the floor.

Stay right there
- until I tell you.
- Dominguez.

Yeah?

Joshua Adams.

Freeze.

All right, baby,
I got it.

"Protection
detail complete,

Father is back at the church."

I'm writing it down.

Okay, talk to you tomorrow.

Okay, then...

Okay.

Honey, you can stop talking now.

Go home and get some sleep.

Bye-bye.

Randolf?

How'd you guess?

Priest cracked, huh?

He did.

How you doing, Mary Jo?

You know.
Good days and bad.

What do you say
we go grab a drink

and drown our sorrows?

I got the first round.

Good night, Vera.

Knock 'em dead
tomorrow.

Yeah, knock 'em dead
tomorrow.

Thank you, my people.

Here you go.

You're all set.

Power on.

- Look in there.
- Okay.

Herm, you're a legend.

I owe you.

Frickin' legend.

Hey.

Dominguez still here?

Who's asking?

Me, Vera.
She here?

No idea.

You heading out?

Yeah.

Just talked to Wheeler.

I went up there
to recommend you for the bump,

then I didn't.

What do you want
me to say, Mike?

That's better
than nothing?

You don't belong
on track to being a Wheeler.

You belong in the dirt with me.

I think a lot about
that rule now,

how to keep a secret.

If I could go back,

I wouldn't have held on
to so many secrets

and I wouldn't have
kept them for so long.

If I could go back,

I'd spend less time hiding.

I'd spend less time
burying things

that should have been said...

...because some secrets
don't fall under any rule.

Uh, so...

...should I call you Jamison?

People call me Bugs.

Some secrets

aren't meant to be kept.