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-Why is this guy even here? -Okay! I get it! All right?

Let's move past this.

And you might want to remember

just for a second who you work for.

All right, the meeting's at 10:00.

How long's it gonna take to print and assemble new packets?

-How many of us doing it? -Me and you.

We could knock it off in about an hour and a half.

Okay, well, let's be here at 8:00, then.

Uh, they're gonna need to be reformatted, as well.

Yeah, Jerry, I get that! Thanks, pal!

All right, well, I'll get started on this right away,

and I won't leave until it's tip-top.

No, no. No, it's okay.

Look, I got it. Kimber.

I got it. Okay?

My mess.

How goes the penance?

Evening, tad.

Yeah. That's what this is, isn't it?

Penance.

It gives me a great deal of displeasure to see this, kip.

Bordering on disgust, if I'm to be honest.

It's not my best moment. No.

This man you hired

was grossly underqualified

and inappropriate for the position.

What could I say? I took a chance.

Was he the obvious choice?

No, but, spare me the justifications.

Please.

I'm no stranger to nepotism.

In fact, I find it useful

because it often comes with built-in loyalty and trust,

but it only works if the person that you're hiring

can actually fill the position you're placing them in,

because ultimately,

it's your good reputation that's on the line.

You have to be able to stand behind them, all the way.

This was so uncharacteristic of you.

And that's fortunate,

because it hurts your standing less than it might have.

I appreciate that.

I really do.

Okay.

Now...

When you finish this campaign triage,

you

will...

Terminate this man's employ.

Yes?

Yes.

Good.

Kip...

We all make messes. It happens.

You just have to be able to clean them up

before they leave a stain.

Can I get a refill, please?

Hey, sit wherever you like, handsome.

I'll be with you in a sec.

See? Told you I'd be fast.

Uh, what can I get for you?

Um, I think I'm just gonna start with coffee.

All righty. I got you covered.

So, whenever you're ready to order some grub,

just give me a wave.

I'm not going anywhere.

Miss? Um...Sorry.

There was a waitress that used to work here,

and I was wondering if she still did.

Um, her name was Abby?

Abby.

Abby soren?

Do you know her?

No, no. Not really.

Huh. Hang tight.

Thank you.

May I?

Sure.

So...

What brought you to ask about Abby?

Uh, I don't know.

Sorry. Who are you?

Oh. Gail pinback. I'm a cop.

Why ask about Abby?

I don't know.

Uh, she waited on me last time I was here.

And when was that?

It was a while ago. I don't remember, exactly.

But you remember everyone that waits on you.

By name.

No. No.

She was, uh... She's a pretty girl.

Huh. Funny that would matter. You're married.

'Cause I'm married I can't look?

Ah. You did more than look, though, right?

You were interested,

interested enough to ask about her.

What's the story there?

"What's the story?"

What exactly are you accusing me of?

I haven't accused you of a damn thing, cowboy.

Something I should know?

You know what?

You're coming on really strong right now,

and if I'm becoming defensive, that would be why.

Oh, is it?

Yeah. It is.

I ask about a waitress I know who used to work here.

I don't know why. I just thought to.

You want to tell me what this is all about?

Abby's gone missing.

Missing, huh?

Really?

Yeah. So has her cat.

Cat? That's weird, huh?

Yeah.

So, cowboy, are you sure

you're just asking about her 'cause she's "pretty"?

What brings you back here?

This is your first time back, ain't it?

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm here every night.

I go by where she lived, where she worked.

Why?!

I told you. It weighs on me.

Well, there's a cop in there

who just stuck her head pretty far up my ass,

just for asking about her.

You asked about her? Ohh.

Why would you do something like that?

Because. Because I wanted to know what they knew.

Because you f***ing threatened me!

Threatened you.

Seriously?

You know God damn well what you did.

Wait. Hold on.

Kip!

I think we've got ourselves

a little miscommunication going on here.

I don't think so. I think you were pretty crystal clear.

Kip, you are getting this all wrong.

Look, I admit I was in a desperate place,

but that's all changed now, all for the better, all of it.

For the better? How do you figure that?

Blackmail, extortion, that's for the better?!

I trusted you!

Of course you did. And you can.

You should trust me.

Oh, how do you figure that?

"How do I figure?"

After what I've done for you?

Oh, after what you did for me, the big favor.

You know, it's not much of a favor

if you keep using it to squeeze me

for whatever the f*** you want next!

I'm like your own personal goddamn atm machine!

Okay. You're upset.

I can see that, so I'm not gonna take it personally.

I'm gonna be the bigger man here and walk away.

After all, we're friends,

and now we got to work together.

No. No, no, no, no, no. Not anymore, a**hole.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means you are so f***ing fired.

You're kidding?

You can't just fire me.

No. I did. I just did it. It's done.

Oh, yeah? On what grounds?

Oh, on the grounds

that you don't know what the f*** you're doing!

You don't have any business in that office.

You are unqualified,

and you f*** up everything that you touch.

I told you.

I told you that job wasn't for you.

No.

This, this has nothing to do with that.

You just want to share your little kingdom with me.

It has everything to do with that.

Bullshit!

There are people there

that know me now.

You can't just make me gone.

Oh, this doesn't come from just me.

This comes from everybody, from the c.E.O. On down.

There is not one person who wants you there.

I couldn't save your job there if my life depended on it.

Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe it does.

Now, that is a threat.

No, it's not a threat. It's a fact.

Yeah, so, if I don't do everything that you want,

then you're gonna run off to the cops.

You call it what you want.

That is f***ing extortion.

You still don't get this, do you?

Our fates are intertwined, man.

We did this together.

We killed that girl.

"We"? "We killed"?

You know what I mean.

We did this, both of us, and we had to.

That Abby chick was gonna ruin you, kip, not me.

But I stood up for you because I am your friend.

No.

You're not my goddamn friend.

Friends don't ask for payback.

You son of a b*tch.

I save your life, and now, what, you're gonna destroy mine?

Motherf***er!

I am not responsible for your life!

Oh, yeah?

Well, you can sure as sh*t bet I'm gonna ruin yours.

You're gonna go to the cops?

You're goddamn right I am.

So, go.

So, do it.

Do it. Do it.

There is a cop right in there who's working on this case.

Go ahead. Turn me in.

Unh-unh. You're not gonna do it.

As much as you act like you have nothing to lose,

we both know that you do.

I go to jail...

You go to jail.

You're right, marv.

Our fates are intertwined.

Good. Thank you. Thank you. Oh.

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