- Did Ross tell you what she found at the clinic?
- Hello? - A baseball card.
- Any guesses as to whose prints forensics is gonna
dig up off that card?
- Dead guy washed up this morning,
local veterinarian, Peter Waits?
- I'm really sorry, your dad.
- No.
- I know this bitch. Ruby Waits.
- I want to sell drugs.
But make it look like we're just selling comics.
- Sarkis Massarian, he's a border guard.
- My source just gave up a contact
that could have become our informant,
but none of that can happen now, cause you shot him in the chest!
- You followed your instinct and you saved one of them.
And you get forced off the job?
- It's a mandatory leave after a shooting.
- You go wherever Tommy's holed up, you bring him in fast.
(soft whistling music)
(sighs)
- Baby.
- No gangrene? - None yet.
You know, would it be so bad if we just told Henry about May?
Take his deal. Hmm?
- I'll talk to Duke.
- Okay well, Duke's a fucking psychopath.
- That's true, but he'll listen to me.
Look, if May keeps losing his shit,
then he's gonna want her out of the picture.
All I need to do is find the product for leverage.
- Well baby, just think about it for me.
- If it's doing you a favour, I'll think about it.
That Steve kid. - Mm-hmm?
- There's no way he moved all that before od'ing.
Hank said he didn't even call in his body,
so he was just rotting in there.
- Oh, and you're trying to join him?
- No, ma'am.
Are you done playing doctor?
- Not exactly!
- Oh, is that ugh! Right?
Hi.
- Ooh, I missed you.
- Mmm. Be gentle!
(laughter)
(car horn honking)
- Goddamnit!
- No, no, no, no! Tell them to find another motel!
- You've got a real head for business, Tommy!
- Please! Come on.
- Got bills to pay. - Mm-hmm.
- Don't go anywhere, okay? - Mm-hmm.
- I'll be back. - Mm-hmm.
(sighs)
- You find him?
- Where's our boy?
- So you did find him and he did what he does,
and now you're looking for him again.
- I'm not-- - But he's okay.
- I'm not in the mood! Okay?
- I've been calling you. - Yeah? I've been busy!
- Oh really? - Yes!
- I've been calling everyone, nobody's picking up my calls.
- He's working with me. - What?
- Oh, for God's sakes, he didn't tell you this?
- How's he gonna tell me if I haven't seen him?
- He gave me information that is helping with the case.
If you turn yourself in,
I will make sure that he walks.
- I don't believe you.
- Do you have any idea how exposed I am here, Olivia?
I have Charlie, I have Border Intelligence,
and everybody would like to meet this wonderful informant
that's helped with the case.
He's hurt!
They tried to kill him, Liv.
And if he doesn't come to me, they will finish the job.
Period.
Just tell him that I'm trying to help him.
Yeah?
- Oh. Morning, Gaz. - Morning, Mum.
Uh, look, I've been thinking.
This young girl, Ruby,
I'm a bit concerned about the police presence
that's been circling her.
I was waiting ages, and this Roland geezer,
he wasn't going anywhere.
There's definitely a relationship there.
- Well, she's gotta go out by herself at some point.
- Unless, she's talking to the coppers about Jay.
- You don't think, oh, you think?
- Well, it's odd. This Ruby Waits,
and the boy Miles King, they've pushed Jay out a window,
and now they're talking to the Old Bill.
It doesn't make sense.
- Well, I mean, it's something to keep an eye on.
Listen, find a moment and bring them to me.
- Are you sure it's safe to bring them round here?
It seems you've got your own relationship
with a copper going on.
- Oh, that's on the backburner for a minute, which is a pity.
When you do catch up with Miles and Ruby,
I know you've got your own methods for keeping them quiet,
but get a room ready in the tunnels.
Doesn't have to be elegant. - Of course, Mum.
I'm sure there's one or two cocks kicking about.
- I'm gonna call Duke. - Is that wise?
- If we find the kids, we find our package.
When it's back in our hands,
I'll smooth things over with him.
(suspenseful music)
- You got everything you need?
- We'd prefer to fly, but what are you gonna do?
- Hmm. It's apple season.
I want you to stop and pick some up for May, and listen.
People go nuts for Honeycrisp, but Cortlands.
Cortlands are the superior cultivar.
- Duke, Silas and me will do whatever you want.
Buy apples, pears, fucking goji berries.
But, when are we gonna shut May down?
- Mmm.
Come here, come here.
This may be difficult to understand, Bo,
but this is what we call a delicate situation.
Now May is our supplier, so this has to be handled delicately.
Losing a shipment is a problem, but losing our supplier means...
We don't have a fucking supply!
So you're gonna go talk to May,
you're gonna say, "Duke's not happy."
And then you're gonna ask her, very politely,
"What are you gonna do to make Duke happy?"
And then you're gonna give her some apples, and say,
"These are from Duke. Enjoy." You see? Delicate.
Hawley! Have you heard from your brother yet?
- No. No, I haven't.
You know, I wish you would've talked to me
before you handed him over to May.
It's worrying. - Yeah, boo fucking hoo.
The fact is Tommy lost a shipment
and he's gonna have to pay for that one way or another.
- If I hear from him, I'll let you know,
but I just don't think that's gonna happen at this point.
- If he does writhe again, I'm not gonna get any bullshit
loyalty from you, huh, no Hawley family fucking law?
- I'm here, aren't I?
- You two, happy trails.
(piano music)
(cellphone ringing)
- Hey, Charlie.
- Yeah, you connect with your informant?
- No good morning. - What's good about it?
I've been buried in phone calls all morning,
dancing around when we might be seeing this mysterious figure,
so crucial to the biggest drug bust of the year.
- I haven't connected with him yet.
- Oh, for Christ sakes!
- Hey, I'm on it. Jesus, Charlie.
I'm heading to Barry Peete.
- Do what you need to do, and you bring Tommy in today.
- Who says it's Tommy?
- Fuck off with that, just bring him in
so I can actually enjoy my goddamn retirement party.
- No, it's not a big ask at all,
just confirm that it's Hawley's DNA on those rags from the vet.
I'm asking as a friend, not a cop.
Oh really? I thought I was being a friend
by not telling your wife about how you and Shields get it on
in the back of your shitty sedan on night shifts.
(phone beeps)
Okay.
(suspenseful music)
Ruby Tuesday.
- Holy shit. Is that number real?
- If it is, it'll be in our crypto wallet...
it's real.
It's all there, we did it! We did it, the plan worked!
- And you're not worried about the crypto,
it's not gonna like, crash?
- No, if it goes down five percent, twenty percent,
it doesn't really matter,
because it's not really our money anyway.
The important thing is how it is to trace.
We're looking good, Ruby!
- All I heard is that we're rich.
- We're rich!
I don't know why everyone isn't selling this way.
- Well, because they are dinosaurs,
and you are a 21st Century drug czar!
(laughter)
I can pack more baggies today after my dad's wake.
(keyboard clicks)
- Do you want me to come with you?
- Hell no! Keep going.
Miles, we could have over a quarter million--
- Whoa, quarter million?
We're only going to 50K, like we said. Right?
Just enough to get away a while?
50K, right? You promised.
- Miles, it's my dad's funeral, can you just zip me up?
(soft music)
(sniffing)
(soft music)
How do these things last?
- Well, um,
kind of as long as you want them to, I guess.
I mean, these, these people here don't really matter,
it's... it's how you wanna play it.
And, I mean, I know for sure,
that if you wanted to get out of here
and grab a drink, your dad would be the first one to go,
"Go! Go, Ruby!" You know?
Hey!
Hmm? What?
- We've got a problem, Mum.
- What, you couldn't find the girl?
- Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, I found her.
She's at some sad little funeral.
And that copper's here again.
- Whose funeral? - Her father's.
- Oh, that's sad. What'd he die of?
- He drowned.
- Tragic. It's that cop Roland again?
- Yes, Mum.
- He's got his nose into something, doesn't he?
Yeah, keep on it.
I'm getting impatient.
- Hey, take a breath.
Do you know that man?
(stammering)
I-I-I wanna, I wanna, I wanna go.
- Okay, alright. - I'm sorry.
(dramatic music)
(heavy breathing)
- Hey! Hey, Ruby?
Who was that?
- I-I-I don't, I don't, I don't know.
- Is that one of Steve's guys?
- Yeah. Yeah, one of Steve's guys.
- Okay, hey. Get, get, get in my car. Get in my car.
Okay.
Ruby, what the shit? What?
- You think this guy's after me
for some kind of like, retribution?
- I mean, for what? For what?
- Steve was always ripping off gamblers at the Roadhouse,
actor friends and shit.
- Uhhh. Uh, okay, if, if, if he's after you,
then he's gonna go to your dad's house,
so I am gonna take you someplace safe,
until this blows over and you can properly explain to me
what is going on, do you understand?
- But we can't go without Miles, he's at my dad's.
What if this psycho hurts him?
- I'll get there first. Okay?
Put your fucking seatbelt on.
(dramatic music)
- Mmmm.
(nail gun firing)
(cellphone ringing)
- Julie Roland.
- Oh hello, Julie Roland?
This is May Ferguson, I just bought the Hawley-Brook estate,
do you know it?
- Yeah, sure, I know the Hawley-Brook.
- Well, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm not very happy
with the wainscotting in the house,
and I could really use a new pair of eyes.
Uh, I'd pay you for your time.
- Really? Yeah, yeah.
I've been dying to see what's been done to the place.
- Wonderful.
- I could come tomorrow?
- Well, do you know, why put off till tomorrow
what you can do today?
- Sure, yeah. Um, let me just clean up and I'll be right over.
- Great, I'll see you soon.
(sighs)
(knocking on door)
- Hello? Police.
Hello?
Steve?
Steve Hutch?
(groans)
(eerie music)
(coughs)
(sighs)
(coughing)
- Hey boys, why don't you go out and grab some freshie?
Thanks.
So, whatever happened to the mandatory part
of "mandatory leave"?
- Oh, I found a lead.
My boss thought it was something worth pursuing,
realized it wouldn't have been found if it wasn't for me,
so I'm reinstated.
- A lead, and an overdose, yeah?
- This body is connected to the veterinarian Peter Waits.
Suspicious drowning, who's also connected to,
oh wait, let me think, Wade Thompson.
- I once had a connection to Wade Thompson's mother,
um, when my wife left me.
Does that mean you're gonna bust into my place
and start digging around?
- I don't know, do you have anything to hide, Charlie?
- Get to the point.
- I'm following genuine tracks of investigation.
You don't seem to like that, but we are trying to find
the new drug supply.
Same team, right?
- Same team, Ross, but everyone in this town is connected
one way or another.
Steve is, he's a small-time drug dealer,
how does he fit into this new line you're following?
- He's connected to one of the deceased.
- Who? - Peter Waits.
Peter Waits' daughter Ruby,
she was with him when he was arrested for dealing.
- Oh, now that could just be a coincidence.
- Charlie, I don't like coincidences.
There's something here.
- Where the hell have you been?
- Can't really talk. - Then, why are you calling me?
- New York is coming to you, Bo and Silas.
- What are they coming for, are they coming for me?
- No, no, no, no, unless they hear differently,
they think you're dead, they're coming for May.
- No shit.
- Things have gone really fucking sideways here, T.
I don't know what you're doing down there,
but I'd get a plane ticket and fly, fly, fly away.
Bye, beautiful.
- Hello, Z?
- Hey now, don't worry about me.
- Who was that?
- Ah, this girl I've been seeing.
- That's cute. Listen, this thing with Tommy,
is this gonna be a problem long term?
- Duke? - Mm-hmm?
- I'm with you. Tommy done a lot of stupid shit,
but if I could speak freely,
I trust him a lot more than I trust May.
- You just remember where Tommy is on the totem pole, right?
If I'm on the top, May's next down, and Tommy's, well.
I mean, I guess we already know he's,
pretty goddamn near underground, right?
So, hey, let's go. I wanna party.
(rock music)
- On scale.
(coughs)
(cellphone ringing)
Hello?
- Miles! Hey. I'm on my way.
- That was fast, how was the service?
- Good, good, good, good, good. Hey, I'm with my dad's friend.
The one that stopped by the other day.
- The cop?
- Yupperooney, that's him. Officer Roland.
I'll explain when I see you, but we're coming to pick you up.
- Now?
- Might be a night or two,
so maybe pack up everything that we'll need?
- Uh, everything everything?
- Mm-hmm, yup. Everything.
(rock music)
(dog barking)
- You keep me posted? Okay.
Tommy?
(suspenseful music)
(breathing heavily)
- Okay, you can stay in there.
- Yeah, why don't you guys settle in? You know, hey Miles.
Do you have enough stuff for a couple of days?
- Yes, I do.
You know, you never know what the weather's
gonna be like, you know?
- Thank you. - Yeah.
Thanks.
- Cute and polite. - Yeah.
- You and Julie thinking of expanding the family?
It's Pete's kid.
- Yeah, well she doesn't want to be at home,
she says she can still feel him there.
Okay, Liv.
Anything on Tommy?
- No, not yet.
- No. Not yet.
The island I stashed him on,
just not a ton of people know about that.
- You never give him enough credit.
- You always give him too much.
- Julie Roland, May Ferguson.
Hello!
I haven't been here in years!
- Oh, you have a history with the house?
- My husband was best friends
with one of the kids who lived here.
- A Hawley, no kidding. Wow.
And what does your husband do for work?
- He is a police officer.
- Oooh, a man in uniform. How exciting.
- Mmm.
- Does he work with Erica Ross?
- Small world. Yeah, uh, from the border, right?
I haven't even met her yet.
God, ahh, this house, I...
I probably shouldn't be telling you this,
but when Henry and I were kids, we used to sneak in through
the old Prohibition tunnels, and party a little bit.
I imagine they're all boarded up now?
- No. You devils.
No, I would never board up such character.
Well, let's go inside and you can tell me more about
what it was like to grow up on the river with a genuine Hawley.
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
(cellphone buzzing)
- Hey, darling.
- Hey, Hank came by.
- Yeah, that's expected.
Talked to Zeke, he said New York's on its way
to put the heat on May.
- No shit. They're gonna kill her?
- I don't know, but I'm coming to my family home,
I thought maybe I'd get a moment
for a face to face talk with May.
- Tommy, that's crazy. - I got nothing else. Okay?
I'm gonna sneak through the tunnels.
Um, if this whole thing with Steve
was a setup, then May has an extra shipment
that's she's gonna have to account for.
I already took the fall for it, this is where I'd hide it.
- Walking into the lion's den with fuck all to show.
Get back here!
- No, no, no, trust me, baby. This is a good thing, okay? Bye.
- Mmm.
(sighs)
(grunting)
- And this is the smoking room.
- Ohh.
- Would you like a cigar?
- Oh, I have a family thing tonight,
I don't wanna stink like smoke.
Sure, fuck it. I will have a cigar.
(slight chuckle)
(doorbell)
- Would you excuse me?
(camera shutter clicking)
- Oh, sorry!
- It's alright. Who are you?
- Uh, Julie Roland.
Renovation consultant, and you are?
- Chaz.
- Hi, Chaz.
- Hi.
- Silas, Bo. I wasn't expecting you.
- Can we come in?
- These are from Duke. Cortlands.
- I do not like apples!
Oh, there you are. You're supposed to get the door.
So sorry, I have some unexpected guests,
it's work, you understand.
- Oh yeah, not a problem.
Um, I took a few pictures,
I already have all sorts of ideas.
I'll draw something up for you this week?
- That sounds great, I do apologize.
- No, really, that's fine. I'll just see myself out.
- Stop looking at her.
Tell your brother to get his ass back her now!
(banging)
- Hey, I thought she was on leave.
- Oh, well, she found a dead body
at the short-term rentals on Main, OD,
so she's been reinstated.
- Reinstated over an OD?
- Oh, but Ruby's name came up in a casefile.
An arrest for Mr. Steven Hutch.
Aka Mr. OD,
so even if Ruby was riding passenger.
- That stuff'll kill you.
- Yeah, well.
(kicks machine)
There we go.
- Um, you know what I normally do when I'm on paid leave?
Erica? I go fishing.
- Mmm, yeah.
Well, I'm doing a little fishing of my own.
- Hmm? - Steve Hutch is dead.
His place was ransacked.
Oh, and you know, I saw Tommy Hawley outside his apartment!
- Wow. - What was that about?
"If Tommy Hawley was back, I'd know."
- I mean, I guess.
I guess we're not as close as I thought we were.
- Oh no!
Hmm yeah, I guess not.
- It's nice to have you back. - Mmm.
(tense music)
Thomas Hawley. Hawley-Brook.
(phone dialing)
- Pick up, Tommy.
(cellphone buzzing)
- Oh, fuck off, Hank.
Okey dokey.
Fuck.
- Hmm. To what do I owe the pleasure?
You can tell Duke I've got everything under control.
- Last night's drug bust smeared all over the news
feels like the opposite of control.
Messy shit, May.
- Who do you think you are, walking into my house
and speaking to me like that?
- Hey, if you aren't able to talk with some respect--
- Ah, what are you gonna do? Pop me off?
After that woman who's married to a cop saw you here with me?
- Maybe we should deliver her some apples, too.
- I think you should leave. Now.
I'm gonna call Duke and explain everything,
but now is not the time.
- We're not going anywhere. We'd appreciate a beverage.
Long drive. A little thirsty.
- Thirsty, are you? Alright.
Stop chewing so loudly, you sound like a fucking donkey!
They need to disappear, fast.
- Alright, how am I supposed to do that?
- Hello, love? - Oh, thank God!
- There's no sign of these bleep--
Why are you shushing me? Who?
(whispered) - They're New York!
- Fucking 'ell!
- Now tell me you found the drugs.
- Well, I would have led with it if I did.
- How could two inbred townie kids hide that much cocaine?
- New York's here, here? - Yes, with Chaz.
- Oh fuck!
(doorbell)
- Alright, get him out of here, take him through the tunnels.
- Yeah.
- Oh, Erica. Another drop-in, lovely.
- Yeah, I'm sorry, I had a few more questions.
- Oh, am I under investigation?
- No! Nothing like that.
Uh, can I, can I come in?
- Um, uh yes. Come in, come in.
- Her Majesty spent a fortune on this kitchen.
Not that I've actually ever seen her use it,
do you know what I mean?
- Yeah, we ain't here for a tour of the house.
- Ah good, because we'd have to skip the rum running tunnels.
Now that is the best part of the place if you ask me.
All sorts of contrabands come through there.
I mean, it's history of the Thousand Islands, isn't it?
But, it's under construction, so you can't see it.
Ain't that right, Chaz? - Uh, right.
- What kind of contraband? - All sorts, he said.
- Yeah, maybe we oughta take a look, then.
That's where you keep the good stuff, huh?
Maybe our good stuff?
- It's under construction, mate.
Oi! I said it's off limits.
- We'll see what we wanna see.
- Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come!
- I've already seen the tunnels!
- May's friend's here, the copper.
Take them through the tunnels and out to their car.
If they give you any trouble,
don't let them up the stairs till I say so. Got it, bruv?
- I think so. - Good boy.
Oh, Chaz. I love you.
- Oh. Cheers!
- I don't see any construction.
(door clicks)
- Wait, did he just lock us in?
What the fuck is this?
- Mum wants you and her to leave.
- I'm not a her. - I'll talk to May about that.
- You can exit through the tunnels.
- Okay, what is this bullshit?
Move. - No.
- Move! (pained groans)
- Oh shit!
- What the fuck?
- Oh shit.
(choking)
- What the fuck?
(screams)
(muffled screaming)
(suspenseful music)
(muffled shouting)
(choking)
- He's dying!
- If you scream, I'll kill you.
- It was an accident, yeh? - Chaz, not now.
Sit! Open your mouth.
(muffled scream)
(unlatching door)
Who's there?
Bloody rats.
- May's gonna kill me, yeah? - Yeah.
- No, she can't. - She can.
- She won't! - She will.
It's a good job you're my brother.
- There used to be tunnels beneath here.
And I know there's been a bunch of restoration
since the Hawley's owned it, but if the tunnels still exist,
are they accessible?
- Um, yeah, no, the tunnels are still there.
Why are you interested in them?
- Tommy Hawley.
He's been picked up for breaking into them once or twice,
and he's a person of interest.
- Yeah, well that's not very reassuring.
Uh, but don't worry, I've got a really big lock
on the door to the tunnels.
- Can I take a look at them?
- I'm afraid that's not possible.
We got ourselves a rat problem, it's being fumigated.
- Yeah, wouldn't want to poison you.
- Gonna need maybe two, three days.
- Okay.
Um, this is Tommy.
- Mmm.
- Don't engage him if you see him, he may be dangerous.
- Oh, right. Well, this is all thrilling, actually,
it sounds like one of my podcasts come to life.
I'm just gonna, we'll have to crack on, so thanks.
- Uh thanks, you have my number,
so just um, you call me if you see him,
or, you know, just if you wanna talk.
- Okay, thanks. Yeah. - Okay.
(eerie music)
(cellphone buzzing)
- You wanna talk? - Mmm, I just wanna do this.
- I know, but...
I've been through this too, you know.
My mom ran off on us when I was young,
so when my dad died, it felt like the world ended.
And, it just,
it happened so quick.
- How did he, um?
- Car crash.
After...
my mom never called.
Not even once to see how I was doing.
(knocking on door)
You think that's the owner?
- Oh fuck! Just stay quiet, um.
Everything's still in the suitcases, right?
- Uh, yeah. Yeah.
- Okay.
Hey! - Hey!
I brought you some goodies.
- Oh. - Here you go.
Thought maybe the two of you should stay out
of the public eye for the foreseeable future.
- They do have these like, online delivery apps.
- Oh yeah? No, they do? Good, good.
(laughter)
- Is that it, or?
- No.
Uh, we have a person of interest
that I wanted you two guys to take a look at.
You know, he used to hang around here, so...
His name is Tommy Hawley.
- Is that one of Steve's guys who you said was at the funeral?
- Have you seen him?
(Miles and Ruby): No.
- Mm-hmm.
Well, if you do,
give me a call.
- Yeah, okay. - Alright.
- It was an accident, Mum.
- It was a nasty fall, is all. He's alright.
- You can see his neckbone, Chaz!
- Oh.
(choking)
- Dear.
Oh, I am sorry.
Bye.
(muffled screams)
(crunching)
Yikes.
I mean, Duke's gonna blow a gasket about this.
Oh, that's for another day.
Alright, make sure this one's secure.
I don't know what we're gonna do about them.
Take the body, dump it in the river.
- Right you are, Mum.
- No, I've got something more important for you to do.
You do it, and don't you fuck it up!
(muffled grunts)
(tense music)
(engine starting)
- What the fuck are you doing here, you can't be here!
- Get in!
(screaming)
- Oh Jesus, Tommy!
(pained groan)
- You okay?
- I just, I just.
Hey. I'll see you back at the Heron!
- What are you? - I'll explain later!
- What are you doing? Tommy?
Tommy!
(suspenseful music)
- If we had a spatula spoon,
from a science kit or something, we could be even more precise.
Reduce waste, and protect the product.
What are you looking at?
(soft music)
- When I'd, umm...
when I'd visit her in the hospital,
towards the end,
it was always me crying.
Not her.
Never her.
She had to comfort me.
Sorry, I don't know why I'm thinking about her
when it's my dad who just died.
- You can think of whoever you wanna think of.
- Today at his wake, everybody was just talking about him,
like, like as fun.
And I knew what they meant,
like joie de vivre, or whatever, but...
I mean, when your mom's sick,
and you're just watching him pour drinks,
I guess I just didn't really see the fun in that?
But you know what really worries me?
I think I'm just like him.
Do you know anyone like that,
who just can't help but fuck up all the time?
(sobbing)
(door closing)
(throat clearing)
(deep exhale)
- You said you had something else
you want me to take care of.
- I do, Gaz.
I had a very interesting visit today
from that cop's wife, Julie Roland.
- What was she doing here?
- She told me her husband's life long friend
is our missing smuggler, Tommy Hawley.
- Bent cop?
- Get inside his house and see if you can find my product.
- What about his wife and kid?
- They'll be asleep. Be discreet.
- Of course, Mum.
No rest for the wicked, eh?
- Nope.
- All the years on the river,
and this is who crawls out of the mud to see me off!
(laughter)
You know, I'm not exactly sentimental,
so I don't wanna hear any bullshit if I tear up,
saying what I'm gonna say. Yeah, okay, I know.
Adam, your grandpa swears far too much, okay?
So don't follow in my footsteps.
You know, I don't think it's gonna be the...
all the big cases that I made,
and the job that I'm gonna remember, it's this.
The family we made.
You know? Together.
Working to keep our community safe and happy.
And my daughter Julie, you know that I think the world of her,
and if she, well, if she thinks this little river rat here
was worth marrying, yeah, well.
(laughing)
Well, I guess that speaks well for the man.
(clears throat)
So, uh, if that's the message
that I can say
before nobody takes me seriously anymore, umm...
It's simple.
Above all else, above old friends,
from days gone by.
When things get complicated, you know?
And difficult...
That north star that guides us,
that lights our way,
is family.
(crowd murmurs)
The ones at home,
and the ones right here in this room, nobody else.
Okay, that's it. Where's the beer?
I-I need a beer.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. Come on, come on.
(laughter)
- Alright, there we go.
Oh ho ho, there we go. Alright.
- Yeah.
- Well, see, he'll probably start yawning soon.
(yawns)
- Oh! - I saw that!
I'm gonna head him over to Martin's for a sleepover.
- Mm-hmm, let's get you over there. You have a good night.
And I'm gonna have a late one with your granddad. Okay?
- I wanna stay!
- No. - No! The answer's no.
- I will text you if I'm gonna come back,
but I think this is for you guys now.
- Don't come back. - I won't.
- Okay, I love you. - I love you.
Alright, let's go, kiddo.
(cellphone dings)
Bye.
(country music in background)
- Henry Roland. Imagine finding you here.
- Are you fucking crazy?
- Yeah, I deserve that.
- Alright, look. I don't give a shit why you're here, but...
Let's get to it, alright?
It's gonna be a long night with a lot of questions.
- The fuck are you talking about?
I'm not here to turn myself in, Hank!
- What the fuck?
- Well, I'm not gonna be your rat,
but I got something that'll make all of this go away.
Look, okay, I can't do what you asked me to do,
but, what if I showed up dead?
Okay, then, nobody's looking for me, not Border, not anybody.
Look, just hear me out. This is one of the guys who hurt me.