In Plain Sight (2008–2012): Season 3, Episode 1 - Father Goes West - full transcript

Previously on "In Plain Sight"...

You are the most difficult
woman in the world,

but I've known for a long time

that I want to spend the
rest of my life with you.

Yes. Who is this Peter character?

I think his last name is Alpert.

Peter Alpert, of Alpert's Autoplex?

Four-door coupe or ragtop?

- Ragtop!
- I'm an inspector

for the federal witness
protection program.

That's why I never talk about my work.



Francesca's a key component
of our South American strategy

and your top priority right now.

The kid over there and
his friends are criminals,

and anyone who's been
a cop for five seconds

will tell you the same thing.

- Gun!
- Everybody stop!

[Gunshots]

U.S. Marshal Mary Shannon,
gunshot wound to the abdomen

approximately eight minutes ago.

Francesca lander is claiming

she didn't see who it was.

ABQ P.D. found a trail of fresh blood

leading away from the crime scene.

That son of a bitch is carrying around



one of Mary's slugs in him.

Everybody here knows that nothing happens

on that street without
you knowing about it.

Just tell me who the shooter
is and how to find him.

I ain't telling you nothing.

[Monitor beeping]

[Radio static]

[Cell phone vibrating]

Hey, Nicky. What are you doing up?

Homework.

I'm trying to find the Cuisinart.

What kind of homework
you need a Cuisinart for?

I was gonna put some popovers in.

Give me an extra boost.

I'm knee-deep in trig here.

No, I found it.

You want me to make you an extra?

Yeah, leave them out with the homework.

I'll check the quality
of both when I get home.

All right.

All right, I got to get back to work.

[Cocking gun]

[Fast-paced music]

[tires screech]

[Bang]

Get your hands up!

Put your hands on the wheel.

Let me see them!

How you doing?

- You got kids?
- Yeah.

- You love them?
- Yeah.

You love the company you drive for?

- Hell, no.
- Good.

Remember that, we'll be okay.

Let's move.

I never made the pickup.

The docks got hit
tonight by another crew...

Cleaned out right before I got there.

Boston, huh?

How you doing, Jimmy boy?

Hey, jumbo.

You didn't drop my end off at the bar.

Well, I didn't get nothing.

I got to pay you even when I get nothing?

Things that bad?

For you.

Don't do this.

When you work my
territory, you got to pay.

In the... in the cabinet over there,

there's a steel box in the corner.

Open it.

Nicky.

[Gunshots]

Oh... [gunshots]

[Gasping]

You okay?

You hit?

- Huh?
- I'm okay.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Nicky.

I'm sorry, son.

[Sighing]

Since 1970, the federal
witness protection program

has relocated thousands of witnesses...

some criminal, some not...

to neighborhoods all across the country.

Every one of those individuals
shares a unique attribute,

distinguishing them from the rest

of the general population.

And that is somebody wants them dead.

[Rock music]

I have this weird tendency to
remember almost everything...

big, small, five minutes ago,
30 years ago, doesn't matter.

If I saw it and it happened
on a day that mattered,

I know it forever.

I always thought of it as kind of a curse.

I mean, do I really need to remember

what I had for breakfast may 11, 2007

just 'cause I met a guy in a diner

I'm now gonna marry?

Denver omelet, extra cheese.

Or what shirt my dad was
wearing two days before

my seventh birthday when
he walked out the door

and never came back?

White button-down, Navy pinstripe.

No, but I do.

Entry and exit are healing nicely.

Blood count's up, not
as high as I'd like...

I remember almost everything...

Go!

Except the one thing I have to.

Gun!

[Gunshots] Ah!

How are you feeling?

Good. Better.

Because if I say anything else
I'm not getting out of here,

so great.

How's your memory?

Fantastic, if I was shot by a smudge.

I told you it might come back slowly

or in pieces or...

not at all, which means
no matter what happens,

you get to be right, and you're
not letting me out, are you?

I'm gonna be here another week, I knew it.

Promise me you'll take it slow.

Wait, is that condescending
doctor talk for "I can go"?

Oye, cabron, what is it with you?

I have the right to drink my coffee

and eat my Danish anywhere I want.

And that's the wondrous high-wire
balancing act of democracy.

Did you know the first Danish

was raspberry with almond flakes?

The cheese Danish actually came later.

Cheese is, in my opinion, the
bolder breakfast choice, like crack.

Once again, my daily visit causes the
revenue on your block to take an icy plunge.

Black, four sugars, right?

I don't take nothing.

I don't give nothing...Ever.

Lala, my partner got shot right
over there, and you saw who did it.

I know it. You know it.

And you're gonna tell me, or I say
the three scariest words I know.

Ready? See you later.

- You are so sweet.
- This won't last.

- Family just couldn't
be bothered, right?

What? Mom and sis getting
two-for-one belly rings,

fianc? giving "how to be gorgeous"
lessons to underprivileged models?

Why am I in such a hurry
to get home to those people

and leave a place where
I can pee lying down?

And she's back.

Whoa. What?

- Shh.
- Shh...

- Surprise!
- Oh, my God.

- Ahh! Mary!
- What is this?

Oh! Welcome, welcome!

Lots of... do you like everything?

Are you happy?
- No more denim.

It's pretty wonderful... amazing.

- Come, come, come.
- Come.

- Come look in the kitchen. Come here.

- Look! - Okay,
you're semi-forgiven.

[Laughing]

Sweet Jesus.

- [Giggling]
- You like it?

Are you kidding me? I want
to get drunk and do it.

- Aww!
- Told you.

Not a marble wench, a granite slut.

I know my sis.

What did it cost? No, don't tell me.

All right, tell me but lie a lot.

It's all paid for, sweetie.

A little check from the FBI.

You got the FBI to pay you guilt money?

It wasn't hard... fellow fed
felled in the line of duty,

needing what we law
enforcement call a "fair shake."

No way.

And then Raph and his buddies went at it.

God, I must still be in a coma.

The family room is not finished yet,

but your mom's bedroom
and the hallway there...

Oh, my God, I love a man with a list.

Thank you.

Can I use your computer for a second?

Sure, no idea where it is, but...

- Your office.
- Thank you.

I have an office?

What is it?

If I tell you, you're just
gonna want to come with me.

That's not true.

I have no idea what it is,
and I want to come with you.

You've been home 19 minutes.

And it's great, but the longer I stay,

the faster I'll see everyone
go back to their real selves,

and I'd really like to stretch out

all this post-traumatic thoughtfulness.

So...

- Come on.
- Jimmy McCabe.

How we doing, Leo?

It'll be fine if we can sell 100
dinners between now and closing.

Tell me about it.

There's some customers.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Long time. Nicky, look who's here.

- How you been?
- Good. How are you?

Hey, why don't you, uh,

tell your mom to bring
out some popovers, okay?

Fresh ones.

- Hey. Great to see you.
- Good to see you too.

She thinks we know you guys again from...?

Cooking school.

- Hey.

It's a class reunion.

Em looks good.

How's married life? Stepbrothers
blending and all that?

- Yeah, all good.
- How's business?

All bad.

Bad enough to do something dumb?

What? Dumber than a fixed at 7%?

Way dumber.

Security Cam three days ago...

hit our desk as part of an APB.

Truck was off-loading
semiconductors worth $200,000.

Professional crew, fast...

Clean, with a very familiar M.O.

Oh, so you... you think I did this.

Did you?

No.

You have an alibi for Saturday 12:19 a.m.?

I was here going over the books.

Don't tell me alone.

Yeah.

No alibi... perfect.

Mary, I am looking you in the eyes,

and I am telling you
that I did not do that.

You get the problem, right?

This is so you, it might
as well be a fingerprint.

So unless you can prove it isn't,

I have to hand you over to the cops

and tell them it probably is.

ABQ P.D. lists no new leads,

persons of interest, or likely
suspects in the hijacking.

[Cell one beeps, vibrates]

Oh, more good news.

Jimmy took out a second
mortgage on the diner,

and he's three months
behind on his payments.

Aw, Jesus.

I really don't want this to be true,

but everything says... ooh...

- What?
- No, I'm good.

I'm good. It's just...

It feels like I was shot this morning.

Well, this is why
normally a 13-hour shift

isn't recommended first
day out of the hospital.

"Get well." How is this a major industry?

Get some paper, slap a
picture of a kitten on it,

write "get well," charge five bucks,

I mean, has anyone ever gotten well

from a "get well" card ever?

Oh, Bobby D.

What's he doing in Chicago?

Homicide on a drug task force.

He's gonna be there a while.

He likes it... more synagogues.

Shalom, Bobby D.

[Overlapping chatter]

Who's that?

They downsized the Phoenix office,

transferred some of the inspectors here.

Oh, great. Just what I love, people.

[Indistinct chatter]

You know... [clears throat]

- You know, we can
talk now... - Mm-mm.

- Or we could talk
later. - Mm-mm.

T, uh, talk is
a-coming. - I'm fine.

Okay.

It's just... when you got shot...

Uh-huh.

I mean, you... you
probably felt the same way.

You know, like you were stuck inside,

like you couldn't move
out of what happened.

You know, you see it over
and over in your head,

but none of it makes sense.

None of it helps.

And then the more you think about it,

the less clear it gets, so
the more you think about it.

You know?

No, none of that.

Not a bit?

Reason being... when I got shot,

my best friend was there for me.

Yours wasn't.

Marshall.

My best friend caught
the shooter, yours didn't.

Hey, stop, okay?

It's me... it's... it's my body
being this mangled limping prison

and my brain not being able to remember.

I mean, I looked right at him.

I can see the gun.

Gun!

The gold earring, the green sweatshirt,

his pointless little beard,

I just... I can't... I can't see his face.

Wait, green sweatshirt?

Yeah, green with some kind
of lettering across the chest.

Oh...

He said maybe in pieces.

Arrogant prick.

- Who?
- My doctor.

I hate when other people are right.

Not turquoise or tourmaline?

Tourmaline can be tricky.

No, fighting Irish green.

Why? What do you think?

I don't think anything yet.

Where is my water.

Welcome back, inspector.

Thanks.

- Go home, inspector.
- Two minutes.

- Go home.
- Stan.

Mary, listen, you like
Jimmy. I like Jimmy.

We helped him build a good life.

Let's hope he didn't go do something

that's gonna bring it all down.

Now, we're gonna pick
this up in the morning,

but by "we," I mean
those of us in this office

who haven't been shot
in the last six weeks.

Hmm?

Really? Want to fight dirty?

- A little bit.
- Here we go.

Okay, uh, there's just one thing, Mary,

I just... I just want
you to know that, um,

almost losing you made me realize

the depth of my feelings for you...

Oh, boy.

And I want you to know
everything that I love and...

Okay, jeez, I think I'll go.

I'm gonna just...

- These feelings...
- It's a low blow, Stan.

Well played.

[Man speaking Spanish on tv]

[Phone vibrating]

"Private" I hate answering on spec.

Live dangerously.

[Phone beeps]

Hello?

You okay?

Yeah, fine. I'm just... I need to...

Wasn't she at the hospital that night?

Who is she?

What's he saying about her?

That she's just been
elected prime minister.

Prime minister.

Yeah.

Wow, must be busy.

Explains why the "thank
you" cookies are a tad late.

You want a drink?
- Uh, I'm fine, thanks.

I'm sick of it.

I'm really sick of it.

Sick of what?

Who is she?

Mm, I know, I know, you can't tell me.

The secret world of Mary.

[Sighs]

Do you have any idea what this feels like?

You're my baby.

I sat in that hospital hating
whatever it is you do...

Mom...

Because nothing... nothing on earth

is worth what happened to you.

- Mom, you're wrong.
- Don't tell me I'm wrong!

Not after what this did
to me, to your sister,

to all of us.

Oh, my God, I love it. I love it.

I'm the one who got shot,
and this is about you.

Jesus...

I mean, I guess I knew this was coming

I just thought it would
take more than a day.

Well, maybe it would if
you hadn't got back to work

the second you walked through that door.

I mean, you couldn't wait
to get back out there.

You're God damn right,
because what I do is important!

Tell me what it is.

You know what the world's
really like outside this kitchen

and your push-up bras and A.A. meetings?

It's mostly people
trying to hurt each other,

which I try and stop.

And when I can't, I mop up what's left.

And then, because my life is so blessed,

I get to come home and explain to someone

who's never worked a day in her life

what it's like to have a job.

Don't you talk to me like that.

Honestly, I feel sorry for you, mom.

Everyone was born to do something.

You have no idea what that
is, and you never will.

I'm a dancer.

No, you used to dance... big difference.

Mary.

I know you're upset, but this
didn't just happen to you, Mary.

Whether you like it or not,

it happened to everybody who loves you.

[Sighs]

- No, Raph...
- I want to see you.

No, you don't. Believe me.

Turn out the lights.

Come on, I mean it.

- Can I hold you?
- No.

No...

- Okay, good night.
- Good night.

I love you.

Yes, baby!

This is private property.

According to county records,
this is public easement.

So you might want to
talk to your contractor.

In case you're wondering, 100% cashmere.

Not sure about the color.

It's more your shade.

Easy, Lala.

Alto.

Pendejo, you want to get yourself dead?

I'm a U.S. Marshal, so step off.

Or this goes to a place
you can't get back from.

You don't like green.

I get it...

the color of the Cinqo Vipers,

your rivals in the thrilling world

of pointless territorial dispute

and tax-free pharma retail.

So why would the guy who
shot inspector Shepherd

be here on your turf in rival colors, Hmm?

Inspector Shepherd put a bullet

in some part of his body.

Who is he? What happened to him?

Why are you protecting your enemy?

Don't tell me.

I want to figure you out myself.

You're like a crossword puzzle with b. O.

[Latin American rap music]

My dad told me what's up.

Okay.

He didn't do it.

We hope.

Well, he said he was in the diner

around midnight when it went down.

I saw him.

I snuck out that night.

I got a little weed,
parked out behind the diner.

A real hot spot for getting your smoke on?

I got busted last year,

so I kind of try to be
extra careful, you know?

That time of the night,
it's usually dead back there.

Anyway, I... I could see
my dad the whole time.

Okay, great.

That it?

Case closed. Thanks.

Liar, liar status?

Pants fully on fire.

Let's review the possibilities.

One, Nicky has no idea if his dad did it

and wants covered for him.

Two, his dad is innocent,
which Nicky knows for sure

'cause Nicky did it.

You want me to do that for you?

Yeah.

- You know the secret, right?
- Hmm?

You got to fold it over.

[Doorbell rings]

- I'll get it.
- All right.

I love you, you know that?

Yeah, I do.

You and Leo are the best thing

that ever happened to me and Nicky.

And I would never, ever
do anything to hurt that.

But, em...

What?

Hey, Jimmy, those friends of
yours from school are here.

Thanks, Leo.

He lied.

Nicky?

He did it for you.

Lying is best kept simple.

When you told us you'd gotten
busted for pot last year...

Oh, Jesus...

Big mistake.

Nicky, you get so much as get a
parking ticket, I get notified.

That's how it works.

So me not knowing you got
busted for weed, not possible.

So where were you last Saturday?

I'll tell you where he was.

He was here, home in bed.

I was in bed with my
girlfriend at her place.

Oh, my God.

- She can confirm that?
- Yeah.

But please don't pull her folks in this.

They don't like me much.

You know what your problem right now is?

I don't like you very much.

Jesus, dad, we got bigger
problems than me right now.

I mean, you don't have
an alibi, what happens?

Whatever's gonna happen.

But you don't lie to me,
you don't lie to Mary,

and you don't lie to
Marshall, you got that?

Yeah.

You guys want a beer?

No, thanks.

In case you change your mind.

Yeah...

I probably should've gave up the life

after his ma died, you know?

But I just...

I loved it.

You know?

I still think about it.

Some asshole's telling me
his eggs ain't done right.

The delivery guy's yelling at me

'cause I can't pay for the hamburger.

And the bills keep coming,

and everybody just keeps looking at me

like I'm just another
clock-punching chump.

I know what I was.

I was a king.

When I walked into a southie bar,

the whole place would go dead quiet.

Everybody looking. Everybody scared.

When I ran my crew, we
did whatever we wanted...

whatever I wanted.

You know, I uh, ratted on guys,

friends I've known my whole life,

'cause one of them put
a gun to my son's head.

I mean, anybody... anybody
tries to hurt my boy, that's it.

I burn them to the ground.

Tell me, what do I do now?

I mean, what do I do if
my son is hurting himself?

What if the very worst
of me is inside of him?

How the hell do I protect him from that?

Jimmy...

Sometime tomorrow we've got to hand over

what we know to the local P.D.,

or we're withholding evidence.

And right now what we know

is you and Nicky both
look good for the score.

Yeah.

You've always been fair to me, Mary.

You, Marshall, Stan...

Some of the only cops I ever liked.

You got to hand me over, fine.

Please, just leave my boy out of it.

- Even if he did it?
- Especially if he did it.

Hey, pal, I've been meaning to tell you

that scarf is so not your color.

Uh, I think it will grow on
you once you're up to speed.

I just forwarded you some data

on our fair city's inter-gang rivalry.

It's quite interesting...

Sociologically as well as economically.

Great, let me just down some pain pills

to dull the dullness.

[Rap music]

Hey, what's going on?

Lala and I are really good
friends. We talk every day.

Hey, I don't think you two have
ever been formally introduced.

Inspector Shepherd, Lala.

- Hi.
- Was it Danny Alvarez?

Carmello Sona?

Tito Portillo? Eddie Navas?

All vipers, all missing.

Now, inspector Shepherd here,
she thinks it was Tito because...

he's my favorite Jackson.

But I'm a skosh more scientific.

I make Carmello.

He's lieutenant,

and he's been trying to
broker peace for months,

not 'cause he's such a great guy,

but war is expensive,
and business is business.

You get that.

So Carmello and his crew
are given a free pass

onto your territory
that night to talk peace.

It's all going fine,
then it starts to jump off

with some of your guys
and inspector Shepherd.

Get off the damn porch. Go!

Carmello doesn't know what's going on.

He comes out to check.

Sees Mary. He pulls his gun.

Gun!

She pulls hers and...

[Gunshots]
- Ah!

Here's the deal, if it's
Carmello, we're gonna find him.

If it's somebody else,
we're gonna find him.

It's what we do.

But my stomach hurts, my back aches,

and if I have to door-knock
half of Albuquerque

to find the dumbass
who shot me, I'll do it.

But I won't forget it.

So maybe when I catch the guy,
I tell all his viper buddies,

"hey, Lala bitched out and gave you up.

Go start a war... with Lala."

But tell us who it was,
your name never comes up.

One condition...

I never, ever want to see him again.

Mare...

What was dad like?

What?

I mean, like...

What's your strongest memory of him?

- Uh...
- Something real...

Something nice.

Okay. Um, okay.

So he'd come in the door late,

and I'd be up reading past my bedtime,

and he'd catch me.

And he'd hold up his hands like this.

And he'd say really
slowly as he crept over,

he'd go, "I'm gonna..."

And then he would just run to me and go...

"Coochie, coochie, coochie!"
- [laughing and screaming]

Stop it!

That's what he'd do.

Wait, that's what you used to do to me.

- Where do you think I got it?
- Tell me something else.

Why... why the sudden interest?

I don't know.

I was just thinking that everything that I
know about him I know from you telling me.

- Hmm...
- I know.

That's...

- What?

- I got to go.
- No.

I know, I know. We'll
talk later, I promise.

But I... I got to go.

This was good. This was really good.

- This was helpful.
- Who? How?

What is wrong with you?

Hey.

You told him, didn't you?

What?

Leo, you told him about your dad.

King of the jungle, lord of the streets.

Who wouldn't want to brag about a
father like that to a new brother?

Let him know, "you think the old man's

"just a schlub behind the
counter who can't pay his bills?

"No, he used to be fearsome,
he used to pull scores."

Right?

Oh, no.

Oh, Jesus.

[Hard rock music]

Peace out, man.

TJ...

Hi, Leo.

Time to talk.

Look, I... I didn't do it...

I just... I wanted to do something.

Yeah, you did something all right.

You did something stupid.

I wanted to help.

Help, help? Help what?

The way Nicky told it.

Whenever you needed something,
whatever it was, you took it.

Is that what you told him, Nicky?

Hmm? Is that what you told him?

- Huh?
- I like that...

look, I don't like this
feeling every day like

everything's closing in on us.

Hey, what are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

Money.

Is that what you thought, Leo?

Huh?

You thought you could help us

by going out and robbing a truck?

Look, I run the register.
I know how bad things are.

We're gonna lose this
place, our house, everything.

What about you?

You know who he did this with?

Hmm? Hey!

Don't look at him! Look at me!

Do you know who he did it with?

- Who'd he do it with?
- I don't know.

Leo, you have to tell
the police everything.

Okay, you're a minor.
It's a first offense.

The fact that it involved
guns is not so great.

I'm not... I'm not giving up my crew.

Your crew?

Hey, you don't got a crew.

You got three idiots!

And you led all three of them
right down dumbass boulevard.

Hey, listen to me.

In addition to everything else,

we got a possible grade
"a" security breach, okay?

If he told anyone your
name, where you're from,

that you're in WITSEC?

He's got to understand
what's at stake here.

He clearly loves you and looks up to you.

Get to him,

tell him how dangerous
this is for everybody.

Come on.

[Train horn blares]

I'm here to tell you to give up.

Give the stuff back. Cut a deal.

Did you rat us?

TJ, this is over.

Uh-uh, it hasn't even started.

Get off.

Is this a joke?

Oh, my God, Jimmy.

Is that still your name?

Look, hon, I know this is a lot,

and I swear I would've
told you if I could've,

but there are rules about staying safe.

What about us?

All of the sudden, we're not safe.

All of the sudden, this...
this whatever you were,

it's in our lives.

Look what it did to my son.

You happy about that?

You proud, Jimmy?

You did this too...

Both of you.

You let me marry a man I don't even know.

Em, look, you have
every right to be angry.

Okay, if I were you,

I don't know that I'd ever get over it.

But right now we got to
fix what we can here, okay?

Leo needs to come clean on this

so we can assess the danger to all of you.

And then we got to figure
out how to go to the police

before they come to us.

Leo, whatever it is she
wants to know, you tell her.

It was... it was my
buddies, Slade and Cal,

and... and this other guy we know, TJ.

TJ...

The older guy with the truck?

Yeah.

Do they know about witness protection?

No.

No... no, Nicky told me
it was life and death.

I just... I just told him I had this idea

about how to get some money fast.

I mean, at first, it was
just one of those things

you just... you just talk about.

Kind of... kind of kidding around.

But... but TJ... TJ's done that stuff,

and he has guns.

I... I didn't even think it
was real till it was happening.

Where's the stuff?

TJ's got a place out at Rio Vista.

[Cell phone ringing]

But the stuff's all there.

Hello?

What?

Nicky?

Nicky? I'm his father.

- Oh.
- Is he gonna be okay?

- Uh...
- Is he gonna be okay?

He may... he may have
a serious concussion.

He's been in and out of consciousness.

U.S. Marshals, we're with the family.

What... what do you mean,
you brought him in from where?

What happened to him?

What happened to my son?

Well, apparently he was
beaten by multiple assailants

out at the Rio Vista trailer park.

A neighbor heard the screams, called 911.

By the time the police
and ambulance arrived,

whoever did this was gone.

The x-rays are just in.

I'll have a better
idea when I take a look.

I'm coming with you.

I'm coming with you.

Is Mary gonna be home for dinner?

Ask Mary.

Are you guys mad at each other?

It's complicated.

[Cell phone vibrating]

Hang on.

She says it's a friend in trouble.

Peter, you want a little
advice about my baby girl?

Please.

She's not bad, and she's not dumb,

and she never, ever means to hurt anyone.

But you're a good guy, Peter.

Just make sure she treats you that way.

Got it.

Hey, how's he doing?

He's pretty banged up, but
I think he's gonna be okay...

no indication of swelling on the brain,

- no deep fracture.
- Great, great.

Where's his dad?

I thought he was here.

No, he was with you.

No, he said he needed to get back to you.

That was ten minutes ago.

[Tires screeching]

[Alarm blaring]

Hey, man, what are you doing here?

You, you, and you, beat it.

I said, "what are you doing here?"

Now!

TJ, right?

Are you a hard case, TJ?

Done a little time in county,
think that makes you a badass?

Okay.

Uh-uh. Step inside.

You probably hit him
first, didn't you, TJ?

And then you hit him
over and over and over.

And if that neighbor
hadn't have called the cops,

you'd have killed him?

Am I right?

Yeah?

You'd have killed my son, TJ?

You ever done it?

Huh? You ever killed anyone?

You want to know what it feels like?

It's easy.

That's the dirty little
secret no one ever talks about.

It could be as simple as a
twitch of a finger and bang.

Marshall?

Put it down, Jimmy.

Put it down.

Okay?

I want you to stop.

Stop and think.

Think about your life.

You're not in the corner this time.

Nicky is fine, okay?

He's gonna be fine.

Okay?

Look at me.

Jimmy...

I'm your friend, and I'm not letting
you do this, not tonight, not ever.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Good.

Now, before we turn him over to the P.D.,

we're gonna turn our backs for a second

and hope that TJ here doesn't fall down

and break his nose or get a black eye.

Wait, what?

[Crow cawing]

He's out. He's running.

Go, go, go, go, go!

[Tires screech]

Hey!

Carmello, remember me?

- I sure remember you.
- Stand down!

I got to say, you're
kind of a pudgy letdown.

Sweet limp!

What? Did someone take a
shot and miss your balls?

Come here.

Come here!

Hey, I got it!

Got what?

He's gonna fall down in a second.

Ow! Oh, ow! [dog barking]

This is like a trailer for a
movie called Geriatric Marshal.

Aah!

Aah!

I swear to God, if I popped a stitch,

I'm gonna shove that dog up your ass

and let him bark his way up your throat.

I hate yappy little bat-faced dogs.

Beat it!

We forget sometimes how
much the world can hurt.

It can hurt people we love,

people we don't,

people caught in the middle...

Even people who'd give anything

if they could just never,
ever get hurt again.

But sometimes the hurt can't be avoided.

It's just coming at us
and can't be stopped.

It's in us and can't be seen.

[Cell phone vibrating]

Or it's lying next to
us in the dark, waiting.

But sometimes it doesn't come at all.

Sometimes we get this other thing

that flutters down out of nowhere

and stays just long
enough to give us hope.

Sometimes, rarely, barely,

but just when we need it the most

and expect it the least,

we get a break.