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Only perfection.

You can help me?

Yes I can. Would you like help Ink?

You need it.

With that shame...

That stench!

The code isn't here.

It's broken into two.

The carriers are drifters.

But they are loyal.

Find each of them and you'll have access to the

assembly.

Best keep your pacing.

You only have a few hours.

Fail now and you need not go on.

You only have one opportunity...

...to become... numb.

No Phil. All things considered I think I'd rather

be rich, man.

Uh huh...

Uh huh...

Hey Phil... yeah... I gotta go.

Yeah, I gotta get to the pitch. Okay?

I'm sorry. He said it was an emergency.

What are you doing here?

I couldn't get you on the phone.

If I wanted to talk to you Ron, I would have taken

your call.

Emma's in the hospital.

They say that she's had some kind of seizure.

Is she okay?

She's alive...

but she's not been responsive.

She's in a coma now.

What are they doing for her?

Well they're trying to keep her stable but they...

They said it's possible that...

this has weakened her heart.

They say it's... it's possible...

that she could just cycle over into cardiac arrest.

Emma needs you.

Kathy and I are with her but...

but she does... she needs her father.

That's not my place anymore.

We have to let that go.

For your daughter.

What can I do now?

He wanted to manipulate you.

I'm asking you Ron, what can I do now?

I'm good enough to be her father now?

We have to let that go.

It's in the past now.

Is it?

Well it's very f***ing present for me Ron.

You know, you convince the world I'm the anti-

Christ and you take her from me...

You can't throw that in the past Ron...

'cause that's where I live now!

- I know that you've suffered with this, we all

have.

- Oh no... please.

- Look, I am pleading with you...

- I don't want to hear it... I don't want to hear it!

I don't even have a daughter... anymore...

remember?

Those words ring a bell?

John, I'm sorry - Mr. Hudson is asking for you.

I know Judith, I know.

You need to go.

This is not the time.

I didn't come here for that.

You want to talk about lives Ron?

Well I'm at the point of life and death...

on a multi-billion dollar deal.

And thousands of lives are at stake.

And that's important.

And that's my family now, that's all I have left.

We did what we thought was best for her but...

but she needs you now.

Consider your obligation as her father.

This insignificant man.

Obligation?

What's obligation to you?

You don't talk to Shelly for fifteen years...

and then you show up at her f***ing funeral!

Is that the obligation you're talking about Ron,

huh?!

You know, taking care of Emma doesn't

somehow absolve you of all that sh*t!!!

You could have killed him.

You're still a fraud!

You live with that every day, don't ya?

- I'm trying to keep you from making the same

mistakes.

Oh f*** you Ron! I am not you!

Do you understand me?!

Don't play the old wise man with me.

This is not about me and you John!

This is about your daughter.

Get out.

- I'm asking you John.

- I will not wait for security to throw you out.

She's at Lutheran Hospital.

They all grovel now.

Thank you for your order sir, confirmation's in

the mail.

I just sold five million of our new Bowman

Pipeline junk bonds!

Hey, you work for me don't ya? John Sullivan?

Scott Hamilton.

Yeah.

Heard you moved some big money down in the

pin. Five million is a big ticket.

Oh yeah... yeah... got lucky I guess,

I don't know.

Hey Todd.

Do you remember the Sable high-yield account

you threw back into the pot?

I just sold them three million of Rumney Casino.

I hate you.

Johnny! Hey buddy... how are ya?

Word is that Scott Hamilton has his eye on you.

Huh... you might be moving into a corner office

soon, huh?!

Unbelievable... you're here two-and-a-half years,

and you get a view of downtown.

You know what I got? View of my own demise.

Hey! To the talk of the town... John Sullivan!

To John!

This is ridiculous.

How many nights are you going to do this?

Hey...

we had a great day today.

I mean... we... we just had to celebrate.

You know.

Look at me.

What?

This has got to stop.

You can't be absent all the time.

She hated your success.

You have a whole other life...

that you are forgetting.

You can't change that now.

You were so ashamed.

Mr. Sullivan, your family has already suffered an

immense amount of grief.

So it saddens me to have to create any more.

However I feel with your history of drug abuse

and your negligent behavior regarding your

daughter...

it's important that you be given some time to

re-examine your life.

I see you are currently unfit to care for your

daughter.

- Therefore it is the order of the court...

- They stole her.

- The custody of Emma Sullivan...

- Please! Please Stop!!!

- Be awarded to Ronald and Katherine Evans.

- Stop!!!

Damn it!

Oh! Let me help you.

No don't touch a...!

Don't touch a thing... please.

A**hole.

Two... three... four... one... two... three... four...

step... two... three... four

So uh... I'm a little confused about the plan

here.

Yeah, you and me both.

As far as I know, we're supposed to try to

recover from the other side, physically wake her

and pull her back.

And we do that how?

I don't know. Today we're just escorts for him.

He's a Pathfinder.

You're a Pathfinder?

Yeah, I wouldn't try to have a real rational

conversation with him Sara, or even a pleasant

one.

Oh, and he has wandering hands.

Ouch... two... three... four.

Alright.

We do this carefully and quietly.

We pack light so... uh... don't fight. Mmmk?

Okay, he just needs to observe right now.

He studies the scene and we watch his back.

Now we have no idea if this girl is being guarded

so it's imperative that we keep quiet.

We get seen, we have more heat than we can

handle.

What do you see?

It's her... Emma... the girl's body, she's

unconscious on the bed.

What else?

Her Grandmother's in the room.

She's doing what?

Standing.

And she's looking at?

She's looking out the window.

Keep describing.

Her Grandmother's looking at Emma now.

She's touching her forehead.

Doesn't sound right.

Where are this girl's parents?

You'll wear her guts!

You'd murder her, rather than hand her over?

Is she that expendable to you Ink?

That's it!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!!!

Let's talk about this.

Leave her.

Take me.

She's done.

Okay, I yield.

Morning.

Someone want to fill me in?

Our inside man says Hamilton put in an after-

hours wine and dine.

Says they offered up six-and-a-half at

seventeen.

Our inside man, have mercy. We've turned into

the CIA.

F***! F***!

It's okay, okay.

Hamilton's a joke. They're on their last legs.

We can beat this.

John, how the hell are we going to beat this?

We all know they're going to bring the offer to

market using the usual syndicate...

- and now they're making sure Apollo knows it.

- That's been the problem all along...

we simply cannot compete with their trifecta.

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