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make the arrest.

You hear me?

I'll take my chances in court.

No, you won't. No, you won't.

You do not work with the prosecutors,

and they can raise the minimum

limit to 30 years.

Which means you'll be out

in time for your 50th birthday.

And they are batting

over 90% on convictions.

Oh, God, Jason, baby, please, listen to him.

We don't have another choice.

I'm not setting anyone up.

Baby, please.

I'm not doing it. I won't do it.

Yes, you are.

Listen to me, damn it!

You think you know what you're doing?

You have no idea until you spend

the next 10 years of your life in prison.

I'm not gonna let that happen to you, son.

You hear me?

You're not the one who'd have to do it.

Morning, John, hey, I need to

show you something. This is...

Well, they're beauts, ain't they?

They said the other two

will be ready next month.

Yeah, they're great. I gotta make a call.

Terry. John Matthews. Good.

No, we definitely gotta get out.

We'll hit a few. Very soon.

Hey, let me ask you something.

Do you have a connection

to Joanne Keeghan?

The U.S. Attorney downtown?

Go ahead and have a seat.

Mr. Matthews. You have

a lot of friends in this city.

I received four phone calls

in the matter of an hour.

I'm sure you'd do the same for your kids.

I don't have any children.

All right, well, let's see.

Eighteen years old.

Well, you must have had him

when you were quite young.

Sophomore in college.

Me and his mom

were high school sweethearts.

Well, you have my sympathies.

But I believe

in the mandatory minimum laws.

We're fighting a war right now

not just on drugs,

but on the violence they bring.

And we are losing badly,

so it's time for all our sakes

we have to turn this around.

Miss Keeghan, I agree. I do.

But my son, Jason, he's not a drug dealer.

He's a good kid, and he just made

a really dumb, naive mistake.

And he's willing to do anything he can

to help out his situation.

But the only drug dealer

that he knows is Craig Johnson

who you already have in custody.

Well, I'm really sorry to hear that.

Please, there's gotta be something I can do.

Well, now the laws are designed

to preclude any special circumstances

so it's really quite simple.

We need your son to help us make arrests

before we can help him reduce his sentence.

If he can't do that or isn't willing to do that,

then there's really nothing we can do.

I'm sorry.

And now,

I have to be somewhere else.

- What if I did it for him?

- What?

What if I helped you make arrests?

It's not the way it works.

Please. I just want to help my son.

I understand. And I really am sorry,

but my hands are tied.

There's nothing I can do.

Thank you for stopping by.

How you doing?

Hi. Who are you here to see?

Jason Collins.

Okay. Just sign in.

Proceed to booth 3.

Thank you.

Got your punk ass in here, too.

Yeah, I see him.

What happened?

Nothing.

Tell me. It's okay.

Talk to me, son.

It's okay. Tell me.

Remember when someone kept

teepeeing and egging your house?

That was me.

I would sit around the corner and laugh

and watch you try and clean it off.

Doesn't matter now, Jason.

The last time I did it,

I didn't know you were out of town.

I felt like crap watching

Analisa just do it herself.

So I pretended I was just stopping by.

I helped her.

She told me.

I hated that you got to live

in that big house. New family.

Me and Mom were just stuck in that old one.

I wanted you to live with me.

I wanted you in my life.

It was my fault.

Not yours.

I was always gone.

I was always on those trucks.

I was always working.

I got so caught up in

not failing you as a father,

that's exactly what I did.

I should've never taken that package.

I knew what was in it.

I should've just told the guy

he had the wrong address.

But I didn't.

Because me and Amanda

wanted to try some.

But I swear to you, Dad, I would never ever.

I wasn't planning

on helping to sell that stuff.

I'm not a drug dealer.

You believe me, right?

Of course I believe you.

And I know I should be

punished for what I did.

But not like this.

Jason, don't cry.

Don't cry, Jason. Not in here.

Listen to me, Jason.

You gotta show them

you're gonna stand up for yourself in here.

You have to.

I promise you I'm gonna get you out of here.

How?

You just gotta trust me.

I love you.

- What you want?

- Coke.

Crack is whack, man.

Who do you think we are, dude?

I'll just go to somebody else.

Look, man. If you real about it, money talks.

Get off me!

Get him, man.

Hey, let's jack this b*tch's ride, too!

Here come the rollers!

We're gonna need additional backup.

What the hell were you thinking?

I know. I'm sorry I threw

your name down at the station.

Your son is not gonna be

better off if you're dead.

Okay, well, clearly what I did

last night didn't work.

Clearly.

Please. What do I gotta do?

You are so stubborn,

you're not gonna stop, are you?

No. I'm not.

All right, hypothetically,

I would need an airtight arrest

of someone in possession

of narcotics in the amount

that would constitute

conspiracy to distribute.

If we're talking cocaine,

that would be at least

500 grams or half a kilo.

What?

I'm in the construction business.

And we have ex cons who are

working the yard all the time.

Maybe someone knows someone

who knows someone.

You're their boss.

Why would they trust you?

Let me worry about that.

Believe me, I am not worried

because the risk is all yours.

Come on. I'll give you a lift.

Thank you. But I'm good.

Hey, I'm the boss. Get in.

How's the job treating you?

The fact that I got a job.

Look, I guess I'm just

trying to say thank you.

Me and my family,

we appreciate the opportunity, so...

I mean, it's gotta be hard for a...

Ex con.

So that... That's why we're here?

You need to talk to me about my past?

'Cause look,

I was completely honest on my application,

but if there's anything else...

No. That... That's not it.

Okay.

Couple of years ago,

I caught two of my drivers,

they were transporting some stuff.

They know that the cops rarely stop semis,

and if they did,

they sure as hell didn't

have time to search 'em.

Anyway, that was small time.

I was hoping that someone

with a connection into that world...

Are you accusing me of something, sir?

You think I've done something?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

With all due respect, sir,

why don't you just go ahead and tell me

what it is that you want from me?

An introduction.

Yeah, I can't help you with that.

You get me in front of the right people,

I give you five grand.

Something good comes out of it,

I'll give you another five. That's 10...

You know, I can count, man, I can count.

Like I said, I can't help you with that.

Why not?

You see,

John, I'm in the middle of

trying to get my life in order, okay?

And I'm doing that for my family.

That's why I work like I do.

That's why I sweat my ass off

every day in that yard.

This little conversation,

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