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who killed Jacob walk the streets.

But... but why Luther?

I don't know. I guess they penned

him for that Russell hit last year.

In Plaquemine?

Yeah, it was a chance for both

of them to get retribution.

Sh*t.

Mr. o.

Spencer. Is everything

all right over there?

Oh, yeah, yeah. It's...

It's nice and boring.

Has Lenny arrived yet?

Lenny?

I haven't seen Lenny yet.

F*** you.

He's not answering his phone.

When he gets there, tell

him to call me, would you?

Absolutely, sir.

You know, you can

leave after that,

because if the Garvans

were gonna try something,

they'd have done it by now.

Yeah, you're right.

And Spencer...

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

What did Vic say

the name of that guy was?

Garen Muller.

But I thought you said

his name was Patrick.

That's what he told us

his name was.

That's what

his driver's license said.

I don't know.

I guess people say anything

to save their own neck.

So you didn't believe

that he was the guy?

No.

I...

I mean, look, this guy didn't

look like he could kill anything.

How the f*** does that look?

I don't know, all right? He didn't

look like he could kill anybody.

Yeah, well, somebody

killed Lenny and the boys.

People aren't always

what you expect, Tevi.

I've been on this job for years,

and I've just learned to see

right through people's lies.

I guess that's why

you're so good at it, huh?

Yeah.

Spencer, what...

What the f***, man?

We can't just keep

driving around.

He can't be far from here.

The guy, Garen, you said

he was a pro, right?

I guess. Yeah. Why?

'Cause I think I got

somebody who can help us.

Or at least point us

in the right direction.

About f***ing time.

Yes, sir.

We have him.

Right.

We got him at the warehouse.

Yeah.

What'd you say your name was?

Patrick.

Did you know

my brother, Patrick?

Your brother?

Jacob Marek.

Did you know him?

No.

What about my father?

Oren Marek.

No.

No.

You've heard

of him though, right?

I... I guess so.

So then you know who we are.

I don't...

I don't know anything.

I don't know anything.

I don't... please.

Please, look, I swear.

Take whatever.

Take whatever.

Just shut up.

It's me.

"Patrick Bartholomew fox."

How did you get yourself

into this mess, Patrick?

I made the wrong bets.

I... I owe money.

To Peter Garvan?

A bit.

How much?

Eighty grand.

F***!

Jesus.

It started out small...

F***!

So stupid.

You know, people disappear

for a lot less than that.

You gotta believe me.

You gotta believe me.

I didn't know your brother.

I didn't do anything.

I don't even know him.

Look, I'm not the one

that you have to convince.

- Him?

- Him? No.

No, the best thing you can do

with him is keep your mouth shut.

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