Human Target (2010–2011): Season 2, Episode 5 - Dead Head - full transcript

This is ridiculous,

running us all over
the place like this.

Let me tell you something--
this guy ain't here

in the next five minutes,
we walk.

No, he'll be here.
He's just spooked.

Try the cannoli.

I don't want to try
the damn cannoli.

I didn't want to try
the sesame ball

when he had us running
all over Chinatown,

or the empanada when
he was supposed to

meet us up there
in the mission.



Suit yourself, because
the highlight of the day

is the cannoli.

You know, the guy wouldn't
even tell me his name.

And then over and over
and over again

about no cops, no cops--
that ain't a good start.

You know who says stuff
like that?

Criminals say stuff
like that.

Look at it this way.

If everybody went
to the cops,

we wouldn't have a job.

The guy needs our help.
He's nervous.

You heard his voice.
[Horn honks]

What I heard was a guy
running off at the mouth

about everybody trying
to kill him,



from the Yakuza
to the Russian mob

to the street gangs...

Sounds to me like
a paranoid whack job.
[Horn honking]

Sounds to me
like a client.

What is your problem?

Go around!
Go around!

[Winston chuckles]

You believe this jackass?

That's our client.

He's wedged in there
pretty good.

I--I don't--
I don't know, I don't know.

All right.
[Grunting]

Ah! It's not working.

There's gas on the ground.
We got no time!

Hold it up.
Come on, Chance. Hurry up.

All right, don't move.
Okay, okay.

[Coughs]

Come on.
I'll get his leg.

I got it.
Let's go.

(Man)
They got him out!

He's alive.

You still think he's
a paranoid whack job?

Other than the head injury,
he's physically stable.

No broken bones,
no internal injuries.

We could discharge him,
but only to a responsible party

who can monitor
his mental state.

His mental state?

Mm-hmm.
Due to the head injury,

his cognitive abilities
have suffered.

(Winston)
Suffered, huh?

He has what we call
retrograde amnesia.

You're kidding me.

Can't remember anything that
happened before the accident.

Didn't even know who to call
to pick him up.

(Chance)
How long till he recovers?

There's no treatment.
Only patience, therapy.

Brain traumas are unpredictable.
Could be hours, weeks,

even years before
he regains his memory.

Can we talk to him?

Mm-hmm. Sure.

Wouldn't get
your hopes up, though.

Nurse.

Hi, uh...
Mr., um...

Doe.

We're the guys that rescued you
from the burning car.

Saved your life.

My life.

I'm sorry
I didn't recognize you.

It's just that I don't know
who you are

because I--I don't know
who I am.

I don't know where I live,
if I'm married,

if I--if I like jell-o.

Actually, you know what, I'm
pretty sure I don't like jell-o.

But thank you for
saving my life.

So you don't know
who's trying to kill you.

Kill me?
Someone's trying to kill me?

That explosion wasn't
an accident.

- It was a car bomb.
- A bomb?

Someone tried to kill me?
Who?

Well, we were hoping you could
help us with that.

Wait a minute.
What if they try again?

I need some help.
I need protection.

Well, we know some people.

♪ Human Target 2x05 ♪
Dead Head
Original Air Date on December 15, 2010

♪ ♪

Here's the thing,
John Doe.

You mind if I call you
"J.D."?

- It's all right.
- Okay, J.D.

Here's the thing.
Amnesia--

pretty hard to fake
for a long con.

You're gonna trip up
sooner or later.

I'm telling you
the truth.

I don't know who I am.

Who would make something like that up?
A criminal.

Someone running
from something,

going to start
a new life somewhere.

My attorney has
informed me

that I've adopted
an adult white male.

When I'd laughed it off,

he showed me
some documentation--

signed. By me.

At the risk of sounding like
I don't know

what's going on
with my company,

what the hell is going on?

Well, you're actually
a legal guardian.

Technically,
he's not adopted.

No, see, we thought
it would be best

to get the client quickly
to someplace where

he'd feel protected.

So the forgery was just
the best way

to get around all that
hospital red tape.

Yeah.

Forgive me for mentioning
the unthinkable,

but instead of
committing a felony,

perhaps you'd consider
the benefits

of law enforcement?

Oh, yeah, yeah,

but see,
before the accident,

the client was
very specific--no cops.

That's the only thing
we knew about him.

All right.

Oh, and, gentlemen,
your paychecks.

You'll note at the bottom
my signature.

Try and get it closer
next time.

I could be a good guy.

People don't blow up
good guys.

I'm watching you.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Uh-huh.

That the dead head?

Just call him J.D.

Okay.

Hey, dudes.
Hey.

No hits on his prints.

He's also not in the
facial-recognition database,

and the car he's--
rented to Dustin Hoffman.

Yeah. Safe to assume
that's an alias.

But the car had
a navigation system.

J.D. over there spent
the last couple days

holed up
in a hot sheet motel.

Nice place to start.
Any word on the bomb?

Patience, brother.
Car's still at the crime scene.

If I can get a look
at the blast signature,

i can narrow down
the threat list.

Why is my full legal name
printed on this envelope?

Oh...Oh, see, that there
is your paycheck.

Paycheck?
Mm.

This some kind of joke?

If you're referring
to the amount,

think of it
as a signing bonus.

Oh, and I still need
that W2.

No, it's not the amount.

It's that this is not money.

I only get paid
in cash.

I've never taken a check
in my entire life.

Look, men in my vocation
can't afford

being burnt by a paper trail.

Do you know what this is?
It's a license to steal.

It's a map for thieves.

Get your account number,
they find your social.

They find your social,
they got you.

Who are they, exactly?

Well, uh, me...
And men of my ilk.

Well, as I've explained
to your colleagues,

I'm running a legitimate
business here.

So take your check.

Deposit it in a secure
banking facility.

Report it to the
Federal government, and...

Wait for it...
Pay taxes on it.

Taxes?
Taxes.

You think I'm gonna--
S.F.P.D.

Cops.
To be continued.

Hello, can I help you?

Yeah, just need to ask
a few questions.

Why am I not surprised?
[Buzzer]

The police are here.

I assume it's about
my adult orphan.

J.D. said no cops.

I can hardly lie
to the police.

Why not?

[Elevator dings]

Lieutenant Broward,
S.F.P.D.

This is Detective Delgado.

Ilsa Pucci.
My associate, Mr. Chance.

What can we do for you?

Well, we're just following up
on our bombing victim.

I understand the hospital
left him in your care.

That's correct. We've taken
guardianship of him.

So you know him.

Uh, who he is.

(Chance)
We're working on it.

We were hoping you would have
an identification on him.

No, just following up.
Routine.

You mind
if I talk to him?

Yeah, we do.

Our John Doe's
been through a lot.

We wouldn't want to risk
getting him further traumatized.

Winston...
Been a long time.

Not long enough,
Detective Broward.

It's actually
Lieutenant Broward now.

Whatever.

Till a judge
says otherwise,

he's in our custody.

No need to get
territorial.

Lieutenant Broward,
let me assure you

that if Mr. Doe remembers
even the smallest detail,

we'll inform you immediately.
Do you have a card?

It's a pleasure,
Mrs. Pucci.

All mine.

Forgive me for prying,
but there seemed to be

more going on than
just our client's protection.

The guy's a crook.
Okay?

He and his team have been
gaming the system for years.

Money disappearing from drug
busts, evidence gone missing.

I knew the guy was dirty.

Staked my reputation
on proving it.

I just never could.

- So that was the guy.
- Yeah.

That was the guy.

That guy cost me everything.
My job, my reputation, my--

that close.
Almost had him.

Well, maybe you still can.

He must want J.D.
for a reason.

We just figure out why
and then we take him down.

[Chuckles]

(Chance)
Okay, this is
your last known address.

Does it trigger anything?

(J.D.)
No, but it's not that bad.

It looks like
a good guy motel, doesn't it?

Doesn't it?

This place jog
any memories?

I guess I'm not
the four seasons type.

Whoa...

J.D., what are you into?

(Winston)
Drugs, protection, banking.

Any of this familiar
to you?

This doesn't mean
I'm a bad guy.

I swear, I don't remember
doing a single illegal thing

my entire life.

I can still be
a good person, right?

(Ames)
Tell it to the judge.

(Winston)
If you were a good person,

Broward wouldn't want you
so bad.

Ames, you're the thief.
Where do we start?

No, if you really wanted
to hide something,

you'd put it somewhere
no one else would look.

When was the last time anyone
staying in this motel used this?

Huh? Anything?

It's a key.

I kno--

I got two damn eyes.

Let's say we go to the office,

check out the footage
from the security camera.

Yeah.
Ames, keep an eye on him.

And you...Try to have
an epiphany, would you?

Don't open that trunk.

Step away from the vehicle,
slowly.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the guy that's been
chasing this sick bastard

up and down
the west coast.

He always leaves
a secondary device

with a hairline trigger.

I cannot chalk line
any more corpses today, okay?

Please?

I'll let you work.

Thanks.

So you double up
on caffeine today?

I'm a little on edge.

I just want to nail Broward,
that's all.

[Cell phone ringing]

Talk to me.

Hey, dude, I can't tell you
who made the bomb,

but the workmanship--
total amateur hour, dude.

Listen, if we're thinking
this guy's in trouble

with the Russians
or Yakuza...

Doe would be dead.
Those guys are pros.

What about the Mongrels?
They just got here.

It could totally be
those grease heads.

I've got a couple contacts
I can run down.

Well, hit me back
when you've got something.

(Guerrero)
Yeah, you got it, dude.

Listen, when it comes
to these guys,

shoot first,
ask questions later.

Got it?

Ready to go?

Let's do this.

Ames and J.D.
are still in there.

Room's in the back.

Using an alias and renting
some crappy motel room...

Maybe I was a journalist or...

Some kind of
a whistle-blower.

[Knock on door]

Come on out.
Yeah, you in there, come on out.

J.D., if you were
a meth dealer,

now's the time
to come clean.

I'm not. I think.

[Motorhead's Ace of Spades]

♪ ♪

[Knock on door]
Get down!

♪ You win some, lose some ♪

Come on.

♪ ♪

[Gunfire]

♪ ♪

♪ I don't share your greed ♪

♪ the only card I need... ♪

That was nice.

Thanks.

Four of them,
two of us.

They won't know
what hit 'em.

♪ Playing for the high one ♪

♪ dancing with the devil ♪

♪ going with the flow ♪

♪ it's all a game to me ♪

[Sirens blaring]

(Officer, over loudspeaker)
Drop your weapons!

I will shoot you!
Drop it!

[Police radio droning]

I haven't seen you
in eight years,

and now it's twice
in one day.

Lucky me.

Oh, you can't take him.
That's my client.

Heck of a job
protecting him.

This is a crime scene,

and John Doe is under
police protection.

You remember the drill.

I remember everything
about the job.

Don't worry,
he ain't taking you.

You know what,
actually, I am worried.

Which is why I've decided
I'm going with the police.

Be a little safer.

See you around, Winston.

[Cell phone rings]

Yeah?

Hey, dude.

Ran into an old friend
that runs with the Mongrels.

Asked him why his buddies
were after John Doe.

He said they're not
after him.

They were hired to take out
his protection...You.

[Groaning]
Dude...

Do not bleed
on the Eldo.

Guerrero,
hired by who?

He claims he doesn't know.

Three cracked ribs,
I'm inclined to believe him.

(Chance)
Got it. Thanks.

Somebody hired the Mongrels
to take us out.

"Somebody."
It was him!

Broward did this
so he can grab J.D.

Hiring a motorcycle gang
to do your dirty work--

that's right out
of Broward's playbook.

If he wants this guy dead,
nothing can save him.

Let's just go get him.

I can't believe I'm the one
who's the voice of reason here.

But...are you sure
you want to do that?

I've been waiting eight years
for this. Let's go.

Okay.

(J.D.)
First it's a car bomb,
then it's a biker gang.

I must have been
on the cusp

of exposing a major
criminal enterprise.

You can cut the act,
old buddy.

It's just me and you.

You know who I am?
Tell me.

You really don't know
who you are, do you?

[Tires screech]

Than I have no reason
to keep you alive.

What's going on?

(Ames)
Saving your ass again.

Hiya. So I'm gonna need
your car keys,

your cell phone,
and your gun.

You're digging
your own grave.

I'm still a cop.

Not for long.

I'll get that badge
off you later.

You're going down,
Winston.

This time you're taking
your whole team with you.

Better keep your head low.
There's a price on it.

Put it on the bill.

[Beep]

Brilliant.

Hello.
How can I help you?

Mrs. Ilsa Pucci,
you and your associates

are suspected of kidnapping
a material witness

from police custody.

We have a warrant
for your arrest.

Could you just hang on
a sec?

I've got the kettle on.

[Telephone ringing]

Hello?

You kidnapped John Doe
from the police.

It was really
more of a rescue.

Are the cops there?

Yeah. The one
from this morning.

Mrs. Pucci,
open the door now, please.

He's with Broward.

You need to
get out of there now.

Let them arrest me. My lawyers
will have me out of there

before my fingerprints dry.

Ilsa, did you hear anything
I said to you about these guys?

These are not
the regular cops,

and they're not there
to arrest you.

They're gonna take you
and hold you hostage,

and force us
to give them J.D.

Get the hell out
of there now.

And what do you suggest I do?

You wearing heels?

Of course.

Take them off.

Mrs. Pucci...

Mrs. Pucci!

Miss--

she's in here somewhere.
Find her.

[Ding]

[Phone line ringing]

(Chance)
Yeah?

I'm out. Now what?

Get yourself to a bus stop.

I'm gonna have Guerrero
come and pick you up.

Ilsa Pucci's running
from the law?

So are we.

(J.D.)
I still can't believe
that cop was gonna kill me.

I want his name
and badge number.

I'm writing all this down
in case I forget.

Where'd you get this?

At the motel. Why?

"Store it Yourself Storage.

Your extra clutter is
our bread and butter."

Wait a minute.
Hold on a second.

So that's what this key
is for.

Good. Maybe we can unlock
some of the memories

you've got stored
over there.

Whoa. Nice.

(Chance)
Looks more like a safe house.

Derivatives...
Credit default swaps...

You understand any
of this stuff?

Who the hell understands
that stuff?

Damn it!

The whole system's been
wiped clean.

Just like his damn brain.

Jackpot!

The odds of me being good are
getting really bad, aren't they?

J.D., I don't care
what you did.

No, this is a sign.

You, me, a van full of cash,
the open road...

Hey! You want to, uh,

roll your tongue
back in your head,

maybe step away
from the van.

I bet Broward would love
to get his hands on this.

We have a name.
Everyone...

David Jarecki.

David Jarecki?

David Jarecki...

David Jarecki.

David Jarecki.

Hello, my name is
David Jarecki.

David Jarecki. David Jarecki.
It's good to meet you.

It's good to meet you.
You can call me David.

Dave...Davey.
Big "d." D-man.

D.J.
All flooding back?

No, no. It's my face
and my name,

but it means
absolutely nothing.

What is it gonna take for me
to figure out who the hell I am?

I'm gonna look myself up
on the Internet.

No, we could
do better than that.

We've got our own
criminal search engine.

[Cell phone rings]
What's up, bro?

Yeah, we're at
the storage facility.

Found a huge pile of cash
and a name--

David Jarecki.
Mean anything to you?

David Jarecki?
The laundry man?

This guy's doing more
than starching collars.

No, no, dude.
The laundry man.

You're talking the most
notorious money launderer

on the West Coast.

This guy can make millions
disappear,

then look legit days later.

This guy's an artist.

Thanks.

[Man muttering]

That could be
you and me, girl.

Get in.

Not you, Hef.

Well, it took you
long enough.

[Tires screech]
(Pucci) Oh, God!

I'm taking you someplace safe
till this thing blows over.

How about the ritz?

I'll need a few things first.

Shoes, for starters.

No, no, I don't think
you're fully grasping

your situation here.

You use a credit card,
ATM--

you flash your I.D., that's
like sending up a flare.

No credit cards?
What did I tell you? Cash is king.

Great. I suppose I'm gonna have
to float you a loan now.

A money launderer? Me?

I just can't believe
I was such a scumbag.

That's why Broward
wanted J.D.,

to wash his dirty money.

Gets rid of J.D.,
protects himself.

Mm-hmm.

He's got something
on Broward.

If I can find out
what it is,

I can get him.

Ames, I want you
to tear this place apart

until you find J.D.'s
banking records.

Where are you going?

I gotta get something
from my place.

Whoa, whoa,
you're not going home.

The cops are gonna be
waiting for you there.

My old place.

What, you're just gonna
leave me here

with a van full of cash?

I trust you.

How do you know the evidence
we're looking for is still here?

Because she's been trying
to get me to take it out of here

for I don't know how long.
She?

My ex-wife.

Oh, so you were married.

I told you.

It was a long time ago
when I--I told you.

[Doorbell rings]

You never told me.

[Stammers] You know
how you think you tell--

hello, Laverne.

It's been a long time.

Something tells me
this isn't a social visit.

Lovely home.

Got it.

Should have known you weren't
back for your golf clubs.

Thank you, Michelle.

I thought you had
thrown this stuff out.

Sometimes it's best just
to let things gather dust,

instead of dragging
them out again.

Hey, something worthwhile,
always worth a second chance.

I'm finally gonna
bring Broward down.

Of course.

Of course.

Because it's comforting to know
that people don't change.

Hey, see?
Look at this.

Back then I used to
write everything down.

I always thought
he might be

funneling money offshore.

I caught him online one time
checking out a bank. See?

First Barbados Federal.

Problem was they don't
give out their clients' names.

They only use these anonymous
account numbers, but--

if J.D.'S records match the
bank's name and account number--

we get that dirty money.

Laverne...
Michelle...

Cops just pulled up
out front.

(Chance)
They must have followed us.

Use the back door.
I'll cover for you.

[Doorbell rings]
Thanks.

Like I said,

some things never change.

I can't believe
I haven't run off

with your millions
of dollars.

Actually, it was over
$10 million.

$10,860,000,
to be exact.

You knew how much was there.
You remembered something.

I wish. No, I just added it
in my head.

Each stack of $100 bills

is approximately 4/10
of an inch thick,

and the pile was 18 inches high
and three feet deep.

It's simple math.

Holy crap.
You're a Rain Man.

What?

He had this super-
photographic memory.

He'd do, like, crazy math
counting cards.

And he was played by
your alias, Dustin Hoffman.

[Chuckles]
At least I was good
at something.

Dude, do you know
what this means?

It means we're going
to Vegas.

[Chuckles]

Tell me you got
those bank records.

Uh, bad news.
There are no banking records.

But the good news is
we're about to go

and drain the Bellagio
of everything but its fountain.

No records?
What do you mean, no records?

Are you sure?

J.D. Has a photographic memory.
A thing for numbers.

He didn't need to keep
records 'cause...

They're in his head.

You mean,
they were in his head.

He's got no memory now.

So I've got no proof.
I've got nothing!

Nothing.

This is my life.
You understand?

I spent my whole life
going after this guy.

Now you've just ruined it!

(Ames)
Lay off!
It is not his fault!

What are you doing?

This isn't about him.

I'm sorry, man.
I'm sorry.

I thought this was over
eight years ago.

And it's back now,
and it's worse than ever now

because I got everybody
involved.

And it's all for nothing.

It's not for nothing.
This is different now.

Different how?

You got us.

(Winston)
So what's the plan?

Well...

Broward wants the laundry man.

Let's give him
the laundry man.

Um, no, just--

no, no, please,
tell me you're joking.

Keys to the Caddy?
Thanks, dad.

Listen...

You are not
a getaway driver.

Your job is to make sure
that we can walk out of there,

and not in handcuffs.

And as for the Eldo...

One speck of pigeon crap...

Nothing more needs
to be said.

You remember the plan?

I bluff Broward into believing
I remember who I am,

and then I offer
to pay him off.

And?

Bait him into giving me
his offshore account number.

We track the dirty money,
then we nail him.

The money better be
in the bank.

Trust me, Ilsa Pucci knows
her way around a bank.

Good afternoon.
How may I assist you?

I need to open an account.

I'll be transferring money
from my bank in Switzerland,

and I need the funds
to be accessible immediately.

That's $2 million.

There's a 24-hour hold
on all transfers over $10,000.

Standard protocol.

Well, I'm not your
standard customer.

Perhaps this will
expedite things.

Of course...
Mrs. Pucci.

Rest assured that
Grand Cayman Bank

would love to assist you with
all of your financial needs.

But it's policy
to put on a hold.

Isn't there some way
we can forget about

all that
red tape...Paul?

You see, I plan on doing
a lot of banking here.

In fact, I can picture
making this my central account.

I can...Picture that.

And imagine how impressive
that would look

if you were the one
responsible

for bringing in
my business.

Will not be a problem.

Ilsa showed her I.D.

They're running it
through the system now.

Flare's up.

[Cell phone chimes]

If he finds out I'm bluffing,
I'm dead.

Hi. Excuse me.

I'm Christopher Chance.

You're probably looking
for me here.

That all-points bulletin,
all the points point to,

well, me and my friend here.

(Officer)
Call the Lieutenant.

(Guerrero)
All right, the money's
on its way.

We're coming out, Ames.

No, you're not.
The cops just showed.

Stay cool.

The heat's outside.

Do not let those cops
get into this building.

Yeah, what do you want me
to do?

I thought you could
think in your feet, man.

Do something, anything.
I don't care.

As long as you don't care.

[Tires screech]

Oops.

I can't believe
she smashed the Eldo.

I'm so sorry.

Put that away.

Mrs. Pucci, hold it.

You forgot your
welcome packet.

Tell me, Paul,

you wouldn't happen to have
a back exit, would you?

Paparazzi.

Oh...
Right this way.

Can I get arrested for this?

Okay, you know what--
it was a total accident.

[Beep, buzz]

Gentlemen...

Mr. Jarecki has regained
his memory

and would like
to make a deal.

That right, David?
Here's my proposition.

$2 million for my freedom.

Secure transfer,
immediately verifiable.

Doesn't take a genius
to figure out

how long it would take
to make that on the force.

Why is he here?

I'm just here to make sure
he gets back alive.

How noble.

Well, it's self-interest,
actually.

The deal includes myself
and my associates,

so it's kind of
a win-win situation.

I can wire the money
right now.

I just need
the account number.

First...you show me
the $2 million.

See?

There's the money.

Come on, take it.

Take it.

Now just let me type in

what account you'd like me
to send it to.

I can type it in myself.

Come on.

Take it, scumbag.

[Tapping keyboard]

Problem?

You said you regained
your memory, right?

Yeah. So?

Name the bar where
we conduct business.

[Chuckles]

Of course I know
the name of the bar.

We never met
in a bar, scumbag!

Okay, take it easy.
Okay, I don't remember anything.

Those guys put me up to this.
They wanted to set you up.

We can still make a deal.

I've got money.
Real money.

$10.8 million, cash.
What are you doing?

You're screwing up
the plan.

Cash. I'm listening.
Where?

In storage.
I can take you there.

All right.
Let's go.

Sorry, I had no choice.

Clean up this mess.

But keep it quiet.

Okay, look,
four against one?

This is hardly fair.

That's better.

Put your hands up!

Don't move!
Freeze!

[Man shouts]

Oh, good, the police.

All right.

So are we good?

I'm great.

As for you,

not one soul out there
knows you,

cares about you,
or is gonna miss you.

I don't know about that.

Me and him,
we kinda bonded.

Show me your hands.

See, the question is,

who's gonna miss you when
I.A.B. throws your ass in jail?

Just like old times.

Jumping the gun before
you have enough to convict.

I've got First
Barbados Federal.

That's all you got--
a bank name?

You got nothing.

Nothing?

What do you say, J.D.,
nothing?

Account number 5697124-

80155-94.

I saw you type it
on your keyboard.

See, I got everything.
Took me eight years.

But now I've got enough
to put you away

for the next eight.

And the next eight
after that.

Unh! [Gasping]

Turn around, scumbag.

Look at that.
You see that?

I told you I'd
get that off of you.

[Sirens approaching]
Hear that?

They're coming for you.

Satisfied?

No.

I thought cash was king.

You got any idea how much
out of pocket I am?

Your new shoes,
your new suit.

That lip junk you couldn't
live a day without.

Not to mention the damage
to the Eldo.

I could write you
a check.

Funny.

Just add it
to my next payday.

Here.

- I got you something.
- Oh, a gift.

How sweet.

Paper?

I figured if you insist
on writing checks,

you might as well
be safe about it.

Same paper the U.S. Treasury
used to use.

But not anymore.

Uh, well, let's just say
they ran into supply issues.

How thoughtful.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

So the cops aren't
gonna arrest me?

Well, we've assured them
that in exchange for immunity

and, uh, $10.8 million,

that you'll cooperate
with the investigation,

and that, if your
memory does recover...

Well, yeah, I'd help
in any way I can, of course.

So you're free
to be a new man.

Well, not entirely.

We agree that you should
probably enter

the Witness Protection
program.

Although Broward is
locked up,

some of your former clients
may come after you.

I could find another bomb
in my car?

I thought Broward was
behind that.

We tracked the purchase
of the bomb ingredients

to a hardware store.
Yeah.

Surveillance footage showed
that you were the one

that bought them.

Me?
[Chuckles]

Why would I buy...

It looks like you were
planning on

faking your own death.

Just disappearing
with your clients' cash.

You hired us
to protect you

until you could
make a dash.

So I had to
stay alive long enough

to fake my death?

But the bomb
went off early.

[Chuckles]

Wow, I can't believe
I was such a lowlife.

I hate myself.

No, you don't hate yourself.

Come on, you hate
the person that you used to be.

I mean, with good reason.

You've got a real
opportunity here.

Start a new life...

Second chances don't come
very often.

You can trust us
on that one.

It may not
mean much,

given my history,

but I'll never forget
what you guys did for me.

I hope.

You back
for those golf clubs?

Michelle, I came here today
to apologize to you.

I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry for everything
that happened before.

Before. When you stopped by
a few days ago?

Or when you checked out
a few years ago?

All of it.

You remember what
I went through eight years ago

with Broward and
all those dirty cops?

Well, it really is over now.
It's over.

I got him.

Thank you for helping me.

I'm happy for you,
Laverne, I really am.

Oh, babe...

I just know things
would have been different

between me and you if I'd
have gotten him way back then.

Laverne,
if it wasn't Broward,

it was a crime boss,
some drug dealer,

or some other bad guy
you were consumed

with taking down.

You have
a laser-like focus

on whatever's
in your sights.

But that focus
was never on us.

I know.

I'm sorry.

You deserved better.

We both did.

[Rock music]

♪ ♪

♪ oh, old man Chicago ♪

♪ having his own fun ♪

♪ living life if only... ♪

How'd it go?

Um, not so good.

Said it was never
about Broward, it was about me.

And she's right.
[Sighs]

I am obsessed with work.

And I'm not the easiest guy
in the world to live with.

I know that.

You're not so big
on sharing certain details.

I thought I had mentioned
my ex-wife.

You are a terrible liar.

But you're a great cop.

I was a great cop.

Hey, you got your man,
didn't you?

You're damn right
I got him.

♪ ♪