Term Life Page #2

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What is it that you're

looking for, Mr. Barrow?

Something for

the immediate future.

All right, well then, I would

suggest our term life policy.

A premium on a $500,000 life

insurance policy would be...

Does that cover me?

What's next?

You have any felony convictions

less than three years ago?

Do you skydive?

No.

Are you a pilot?

No.

Do you drink? Smoke?

Well, more than I should

but not always enough.

I assume that carries

an overage premium?

It does.

Okay. What else?

Well, I guess the name

of your beneficiary.

Cate... uh, Catherine.

Catherine Jill Barrow.

This is the name of her bank.

Her account number, and I'd

like to prepay any taxes.

All right.

Well, um...

I will write up

the policy, file it,

and pending your blood work

in about three weeks,

you will get confirmation

of your coverage.

After that,

you can jaywalk all you want.

Charger. It's used.

Tags. Gas. Plates are clean.

Where is it?

Alley behind Derian's.

You be smart.

Then lay low at the safe house

till we can see

how this plays out.

Yeah.

Mr. Barrow, do you know

who this is?

How did you get this number?

I know people.

We need to talk, Nick.

Isn't that what we're doing now?

In person.

Impossible.

I've been doing this

a long time,

and you know what I've learned?

What?

That anything is possible.

Being interrogated

by a cartel leader

is not how I expected

my day to start out.

This is bad, really bad.

All I could do was try

my best to stay calm,

keep my mouth shut,

and not rat out Jimmy Lincoln.

I've been around

long enough to know,

you start talking,

you end up dead.

Mr. Barrow.

Nick.

Can I call you Nick?

Yeah.

I'm going to ask you

a few questions.

We're just talking.

And you answer them honestly...

And we're fine.

You go your way, I'll go mine.

Hm?

And because I understand

this is an extremely

awkward situation,

I'm going to start

with an easy one.

Who else did you sell

the job to?

No one.

You don't, uh...

It doesn't go like that.

I didn't find the job,

I just planned it.

Who found this one?

Then that puts us at a bit

of a crossroads, my friend.

I know deep down...

I know you know something.

A name, an address, a number.

Something.

I don't know.

I feel I can tell you

that at some point

I'm gonna end up

losing my Patience.

"Catherine." Wife?

Victor, listen to me.

Or daughter?

Listen to me.

I designed it, that's it.

Daughter.

We're making progress.

So I'll tell you what,

I'm gonna get your daughter.

In the meantime...

Make yourself at home.

Good.

I feel good about this.

I'm gonna get some water.

I'm just gonna...

Easy, easy.

Don't do it!

Stand! Stay!

Stop it!

Victor found me. He thinks

I double sold the job.

Someone else put

their hands in this.

Where's Jimmy Lincoln?

I don't know.

I need you to find him

for me. Cate's not safe.

Where is she?

I'm going to get her now.

Cate, it's okay.

Please, we gotta go.

They're going to be here soon.

Who's gonna be here soon?

Guys that're trying to kill me.

What the hell are

you doing here?

Okay, listen.

We got to... Cate!

Cate, please!

We gotta get out of here.

Cate...

What, are you kidnapping me?

I'm not kidnapping you.

Parents kidnap kids

all the time.

I'm sorry.

We gotta go quick.

Let's go.

No, f*** this.

I'm not moving until

you tell me what's going on.

Cate, trust me.

It's a long story,

but if you want to live,

you'll start listening.

Trust you?

I don't even know you.

I'm not going anywhere.

You don't have a choice.

What's going on?

This is where you live?

No.

It's kinda shitty.

It's just a place to stay

until i...

You're a thief, right?

That's what mom said.

You steal stuff, right?

Yeah.

You must really suck at it.

It's not, uh...

I have another place.

We just can't go there.

Whatever.

Don't.

What?

It can be traced.

It's not good anymore.

What...

That... that's

my f***ing phone!

Those are my friends.

What are you doing?

People follow us

through those phones.

How long am I gonna be here?

I don't know.

I'm hungry.

Got anything for me to eat?

No.

Where are we going?

That's still up in the air.

Wow.

You really planned

this out, huh?

Give me a little time.

Things have changed.

I'll figure it out, okay?

Seventy-one degrees

in downtown Atlanta,

and the hits keep rolling

here on WCYZ.

How did you get these?

Listen.

Did you take these?

Yes.

This whole time!

My whole entire life

you've been watching me?

What are you,

some kind of pervert?

What the hell kind of way is

that to talk to your father?

I don't have a father.

You do have a father.

Now, I want you to listen

to me for a second here.

I don't care.

I want to go home.

You can't.

You're not safe.

Look, at this age

they're either angry

at the world,

or they're just plain hostile.

Then I'm lucky,

because she's both.

I mean, how the hell

do you do it?

How do I do it?

Unless my kids need money,

they pretty much ignore me.

You just, uh...

You don't say anything

to make her mad.

Everything makes her mad.

Well, then choose a safe topic.

Like what?

I don't know.

Barbies, for Christ sakes.

Jesus, they found me fast.

Your phone was out there

too long.

Now...

These should help.

There's your three burners,

your Sims.

You switch them out every night,

and I'll do the same.

Where are we at

with Jimmy Lincoln?

Last known address.

Thanks. Appreciate you sticking

your neck out for me, harp.

Her whole life

I've been watching her,

and now here she is, and...

I don't think I can do it, harp.

You have to.

You don't have a choice, Nick.

Your new phone.

Text your mom

so she has your number.

Her silent treatment actually

gave me some time to think.

The plan was simple.

Hide out and do our best

to look like a normal family.

How hard could that be?

This'll be a good spot

to hide out and lay low.

This sucks.

And when you wake up tomorrow,

nothing about that

will have changed.

Of course, you won't have

any bullet holes in you,

so maybe it gets upgraded

to mildly crappy.

Fifty ninety-four.

Fifty ninety-four.

Hey, detective.

You know him?

Nope.

My ex might.

Got another one

down in the alley.

Give us five, fellas.

F***. It isn't him.

Hm?

The only person we're supposed

to find dead ain't here.

Nick Barrow running means

Victor Vasquez chasing.

He's dead before morning.

Get in the car. I'm not

getting in the car, Nick.

I don't want to get in the car.

No matter how bad you think

this thing has been,

I promise you, it can get

a hell of a lot worse.

Don't worry, Nick, all right?

You're off the hook.

I'll get you a mug.

You tried your best.

I've taken care of myself

my whole life.

I can do it just fine now.

I'm going home.

That's not an option.

Option?

When was I given an option?

What choices have I gotten

to make, Nick?

When do I get to pick

what I want?

Because I certainly haven't had

any of that up until now.

Goddamn it!

Cate, this isn't safe!

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