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On the upward ramp!
Sh*t!
God damn it!
Man! Don't shoot!
Get out of the way!
Bring out the money and yourself...slow.
Real slow.
Stop.
Turn around.
On your knees.
My wedding day.
The birth of my twins.
And now this.
Highlightsville. F***in' highlights.
Cuff him!
Hey! Where's the money?
Fletcher, you're doing well.
Hope you were raped every day.
Harlend wants to give you a lift.
He's not asking.
- Welcome home.
- Harlend.
- So, where to?
- Coronado and Prentiss.
So, how's the Federal penal system?
Not as tough as they say, huh?
- How's the wife?
- She's good.
- I guess.
- She left you?
- Four years ago.
- I'm sorry.
You ought to be.
Why did you pick me up, Harlend?
where you left off.
- Now that you're free as a bird.
- Well, that's all behind me now.
You can probably afford to retire now with that
sizable withdrawal from Parish Community you made.
You knew, you got caught with that money,
you'd be lookin' at an extra 10 years,
so you ditched it somewhere.
And now that you're out,
I thought you'd go and get that 10 mill.
Aren't you, Will?
Much like a squirrel returning back to his
hoard after a long cold winter.
I'm not the squirrel playing
with his nuts here, Harlend.
I don't have the money.
You know that Vincent is dead, right?
I don't think he knows.
Do you, Agent Fletcher?
How does that make you feel?
He was my friend.
Yeah.
He had a tough time of it
after you left.
You being the brains behind the operation.
I guess he owed money to the wrong people.
Your ex-wife's place, huh?
- 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?
- 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.
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