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- I'm not here for her.

- Do you really think your kid wants to see you?

I'm about to find out.

Grandma Harlend used to say,

"Love makes time pass,

but time is certain to make love pass."

Can I enjoy my day now?

Thanks for the lift.

Oh, Happy Fat Tuesday, Will.

I'm starting to think you liked the guy.

Admiring someone doesn't

mean you like him.

Let's go, Fletcher.

- What are you doing? You scared me.

- I'm sorry. It's okay.

I'm sorry.

- When did you get out?

- This morning.

I know I should have called,

I didn't have the number.

You look like your mom.

She's not here, is she?

She's in Shreveport.

- With Mr. Loeb?

- Yes, with David.

This came for you this morning,

it was just left on the mat.

Thanks. Can we talk?

- I really should get going.

- Just for a few minutes.

I have something for you, I saw it

on the way in, reminded me of you.

Cool.

No one sets-out to be a criminal.

But through...

But through...

I've had so many conversations with you,

now that you're...

sitting across from me,

it's like my mind's going blank.

No one sets-out to be a criminal, Alison.

But through circumstances,

bad choices, needs...

unfor... unforeseeable obstacles,

unreliable friends,

dishonesty, life intervenes.

I not trying to justify it,

I'm not making excuses for it.

I was a bad man,

but I've... I've had eight long years

to get rid of that man.

To ready myself.

To get to know you.

I have to go.

- Where are you going?

- I told you, I'm late.

- Late for what?

- My shrink session.

- I go every Tuesday.

- Really?

Yeah, apparently I have abandonment issues.

Go figure.

I meant what I said, Alison.

Keep it!

I'm not seven anymore.

-Alison.

- Just go, please.

Thanks for the visual massage, Pete.

Riley, you are just too damn fine, girl.

And you don't give me the time of day.

How 'bout you call your wife and

see when you're available.

Ah, why do you gotta bring her up?

Talk about a buzz-kill. You have a good one.

You too.

How is it that after eight years

you have only gotten younger?

Oh, God, Will!

I can't believe it.

- When did you get out?

- This morning.

You should have let me know,

I woulda come to pick you up.

It's all right, Agent Harlend was

kind enough to give me a lift.

You're kidding!

God, that guy needs to get laid like yesterday!

- Let me get you a drink. Tequila?

- Yes, ma'am.

What the hell, Riley, you're

working in a cop bar?

Yeah, well, you know, it's a good way

to guarantee I don't go back to wrong.

"Back to wrong"?

Yeah, self-restraint was never my strong suit.

I'm honored to be your first stop.

- Actually I dropped by Alison's first.

- Ooh! And how is she?

Not as honored.

Don't worry, Will, she'll come 'round.

I missed you, Will.

You know, I never got to thank

you after all that with Vin.

Don't mention it.

I wasn't allowed to come visit,

my lawyer wouldn't let me, and um...

- Harlend never really stopped sniffing around.

- I know, I know.

But you not ratting us out,

really means something to me, Will.

Like I said...

You coulda ratted-out Hoyt though,

that I wouldn't have minded.

Which... yeah, yeah,

I'm looking for that guy.

And I take it you heard about Vince?

- Yeah, it's terrible.

- Yeah, I mean he went really dark.

Well, I mean, do they know who killed him?

No, I don't think so, He was hangin'

out with a sketchy crowd, you know.

- Looking for the new "you" I suppose.

- It's good to see you again, Riley.

I think we woke-up your package.

Riley, give Jake a tap.

- Two beers.

- Be right back.

Hello.

Hello, Will Montgomery.

Who is this?

You don't recognize my voice, Gum?

Yeah, I wanted to be

there for ya at the prison.

Vincent?

Give you a welcome you when you got out,

but you know how it is, time just slipped away.

Well, Hallelujah, man, you're alive.

Sh*t! You know what?

Everybody's tellin' me you're dead.

Well, that depends on how you're

interpretation of the word "dead".

I'm clearly not "living".

Where are you, can we meet?

How are you?

The years you've been gone

have not been kind to me, Gum.

Constantly running from loan sharks, the Feds.

Broker than a dead-dick dog

that couldn't get another swipe.

- I AM sorry to hear about that.

- You listen to me, Gum.

- I have waited eight years for this.

- Go ahead.

I had to change my name,

erase everything.

And then, that little matter

of the bullet in my leg.

A constant, friendly reminder

of the partner who

ruined my life that night.

Come on, man! Really, we gonna go back there?

- You did that to yourself.

- Semantics.

I want my share! I want MY share

of the 10 million dollars

that was going to

change our lives forever.

Vinny, there is no cash.

I had a feeling you'd say that, Gum.

I burned it just before

Harlend got to me.

No. Stop it!

It's true.

- What's taking so long?

- Hold on.

Wait a minute.

Who... who..

- that voice, who is that?

- That's right, you don't know.

I'm a cab driver now.

My fare is this sweet little girl

trying to get to her shrink's office

so she can discuss her "daddy issues"

and how they have manifested into

an unhealthy disdain for the world at large.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Hold on, please, Gum.

All right, Miss, terrible Fat Tuesday traffic.

Be there in a jiffy.

See how it lays?

Now, Gum, it all depends on whether or not you're

gonna stick to your story about the burnt cash.

You touch her and I'll take you down

the Levy and kick your f***in' ass.

I don't know if you heard what I just said,

but this all depends on you.

VINCENT!

He's on the move.

Where are we going?

- What are we doing, why are we in here?

- I hope you understand this is not my preference.

Help me! No! Help!

I'm considering your father

an elemental end to your suffering.

But you see, Alison,

I've got a sickness.

I'm not well.

Your father abandoned me in my time of need

so I know what it is to

to be in the position you're in.

Really, I do. I know what it is to be

left high and dry by Will Montgomery.

And you and me...we are kindred spirits.

And I am going to make him pay for the both of us.

Relax!

Where's Alison?

Did you change your mind or are you

still sticking with that bullshit story?

Can I talk to her?

Alison.

She's waiting for you to decide

whether she's going to remain fine.

Vincent, don't do this.

I'm hangin' up now.

No, no! Wait! Okay! Wait! I can get it.

I can get the money. I just need time.

It's not here.

It's in Tuscaloosa, my lawyer has it.

In a truck, so I need 24 hours.

You got 12.

A phone in your hand. I'll be

tracking you with it at all times.

You miss a single phone call from me, Alison doesn't live.

Vincent.

This is my last chance to

to dance, Buddy.

You haven't seen me recently.

Let's just say I've got 2 left feet.

Hello. Vincent!

Hello.

- I need to get a phone.

- I'm sorry, Sir, you're gonna have to wait.

- Excuse me, Ma'am, I really need a phone.

- Sir, I will be with you in a moment.

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