02x06 - High Road

[bunniefuu]

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system-- a machine that spies on you every hour of every day.

I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything...

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we'll find you.

Olivia wants to extend the trial separation another six months.

Neither one of us is willing to bring up the D word.

When you get married, you think you found the one.

I mean, how do you know?

I mean, how does anyone know?

Well, I'm no authority on these matters.

But if you want to take some time off, work things out--

Work's the one thing that keeps my mind off the situation.

So tell me, how goes our little experiment?

I'm glad you asked.

What do you make of that man on the bench?

Looks like he tied one on a little too tight.

Bet you'd never believe me if I told you he was a violin prodigy who played two years with the Philharmonic.

His penchant for the bottle cut his career short.

How exactly does this help stop terrorism?

Before I could teach the machine to find bad people, I had to teach it people in general.

I programmed it to identify outliers...

Individuals who are... interesting in some way.

To teach a machine the complexities of human nature--

I mean, no offense, Harold, but... is someone as introverted as you the best person for the job?

Oh. Who's Molly Cole?

I have no idea.

24-year-old graduate student at NYU.

Major in astrophysics.

Says you were with her last night.

So work must not be the only thing that's kept your mind off the separation.

So what's your point?

You asked me if the machine was capable of learning human nature.

I'm saying it already is.

It's learning by watching everyone.

Even you.

Oh, that's odd.

What?

That woman painting at the railing.

Grace Hendricks.

Freelance artist.

Volunteers at a children's shelter.

But beyond that, no anomalies that I can see.

Why did it show her to us?

Must be a bug.

[Computer keys clicking]

I'll go over the code again, see if I missed something.

Hmm.

Well, at least the machine is showing us it has good taste.

[Computer keys clicking]

Aah! Bear!

[Dog whimpers]

What did we discuss about boundaries?

[Dog whines]

Morning, Finch.

Impeccable timing, Mr. Reese.

I've just begun digging into our latest number.

A little stingy on the sprinkles.

Graham Wyler.

A 42-year-old family man.

Owns a small hardware store with his wife in Far Rockaway.

The suburbs?

Never had a number out there before.

Unfortunately, m*rder isn't confined to a zip code.

I'll get eyes on the family.

I wouldn't go back to this place.

[Dog whines]

Wyler moved to the city from Fort Wayne, Indiana, in 1997.

He's been married to his wife Connie for 14 years.

And the daughter?

Izzy.

Honor student at Sandburg Junior High and soccer star.

Wyler's mortgage is affordable.

His credit is good.

Family only owns one car, free and clear.

So we found the most boring man in New York.

See the black smudges in the air vent?

'Cause your motor's fried.

Come back in an hour, and I'll have it fixed for you.

Great. How much do I owe you?

[Scoffs] Just buy your next drill with me, we'll call it even.

All right, Saturday's fine.

Okay, bye-bye.

That was Mrs. Beckett.

She just guilted me into helping with the PTA fundraiser.

She wouldn't know what to do without you.

Neither would I, for that matter.

Probably looking for the sharpening kit for his machete.

Can I help you, sir?

[Softly] I told you to call before you showed up.

You trying to get me busted with my wife?

Whatever, man.

You want these or not?

Yeah, just make it fast, all right?

Looks like Wyler might be dealing more than power tools, Finch.

How's practice?

Hi.

Mm.

Mm. We did shuttle runs all day.

Yeah? Sounds like fun.

Yeah.

Want to see something?

Tickets to Bruce Springsteen?

Front row seats, for mom's birthday.

Pretty awesome, right?

It's kinda lame, dad.

Well, how about this, then?

No way! You fixed it!

[Laughs]

Oh, thank you.

All right, Finch, this guy's a saint.

I'm not so sure.

I took a closer look at his employment history.

Hard to see how he had the money to move east, much less, support a city lifestyle.

Maybe he met a reclusive billionaire?

In the event that he didn't, I made a few phone calls around Fort Wayne, claiming to be a genealogist working on a family tree.

And I did uncover one record of interest.

And what's that?

His death certificate.

The real Graham Wyler d*ed in 1997.

Whoever you've been following stole his identity and has been using it for the past 15 years.

He's ghosting.

Built a life on a dead man's name.

Might be better if we were less concerned with who this man is, and more concerned with who he was.

[Knock on window]

Afternoon.

I haven't seen you around here before.

You new in town?

Passing through, actually.

Unfortunately, not fast enough.

You're in a no parking zone.

Any way you could let me off with a warning?

So shall I pay this out of petty cash?

Harder to tail someone in the suburbs than in the city.

I heard.

Your man-in-the-suit routine doesn't exactly play.

As it happens, there's a quaint three-bedroom that's just gone on the market across from the Wyler's home.

You can move in tomorrow.

Move in?

You're gonna be neighbors.

I also procured a new vehicle, an appropriate wardrobe, and a set of golf clubs.

There is one element of your cover that you'll have to acquire on your own.

John.

I'm sorry to hear that it didn't work out with that reporter Maxine.

I'll get over it.

I was actually thinking...

we should spend a little more time together.

Is that so?

What is it this time?

More power players or cover-ups?

Not exactly.

Zoe Morgan... will you be my wife?

[Car trunk opens]

Remember when you saved me from being tortured and k*lled by corporate hit men?

Consider us even.

That mean you don't want me to carry you across the threshold?

[Whistles]

[Dog barks]

When this is over, I might have to fight you for custody of the dog.

[Cell phone rings]

[Phone beeps]

Miss me already, Harold?

[Phone beeps]

Actually, I wanted to thank Ms. Morgan for offering her services.

Suburban dad with a mysterious secret?

How could I resist?

Plus, somebody had to see to it that John didn't burn down the block.

We'll see what happens.

Right now, our main concern is to ID Wyler, figure out who he really is.

Any ideas on how to become the Wyler's new best friends?

A few.

I'll visit Wyler at his store, tell him we just moved across the street.

Once we've established contact, we'll be able to manipulate the family into--

[Doorbell rings] [g*n clicks]

John, it's a doorbell.

Let's try not to sh**t any girl scouts on our first day, okay?

Hi.

Sorry to bother you.

Just wanted to stop by and welcome you to the neighborhood.

I'm Connie Wyler.

Graham.

John Campbell.

This is my wife Zoe.

It's nice to meet you both.

I made you guys some Ambrosia.

Just bring the dish back anytime.

We're right across the street.

Mmm. This looks delicious.

We're having some people over this afternoon for a barbecue.

You should stop by if you're not busy.

Well, we'll be there.

Great. See you then.

That was easy.

Oh, thanks.

Couldn't help but notice your car earlier.

Thing of beauty.

How much she set you back?

Actually, it's a company car.

Man, I must have picked the wrong business.

What do you do?

I sell private security systems.

Homes, offices.

You know, if you're interested, I could get you a great deal on some equipment.

No thanks.

Kind of old-school, low-tech.

I reinforced the locks on my doors and windows.

That's pretty much all the security you need around here.

Sounds like you've got it all figured out.

Except how to get people into my store.

It's getting harder and harder to keep up with the big box chains.

No one appreciates an honest man trying to make a living.

I'll drink to that.

[Bottles clink]

How long have the two of you been living in Rockaway?

Oh, about ten years.

Graham and I moved here after my mother got sick, so we came out to help.

What about you guys?

How did you meet John?

Uh, I was, um, stranded... in a bad part of town.

And he gave me a ride.

And we actually spent the rest of the evening running around the city.

[Laughter]

Oh, you know, John kind of reminds me of Graham, when we first moved out here, kind of restless.

Don't worry, he'll calm down.

Ooh, another wine cooler?

Uh, what about a Manhattan Up?

How do you make that?

Come on, I'll show you.

Okay.

Dad, have you seen my necklace?

No, not since I fixed it.

If you cleaned your room once in a millennium--

I'll keep looking for it.

Who do we know in Philadelphia?

No one, never been there. Why?

This postcard came.

[Dog barks]

Oh, my gosh! He's adorable.

Hi!

[Dog barks]

Oh, you're so cute! Who's a good boy?

Would you mind manning the grill for a moment?

Sure.

Wyler's spooked about something.

Whatever he's hiding, he kept it from everyone.

Connie's in the dark.

Let's see if we can shed some light, then.

You got a makeup brush?

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Cell phone rings]

Carter.

You think you can run a print for me?

You find another bad guy?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

That guy doesn't look so bad.

As for the print, I wouldn't hold your breath.

It's a partial.

Start with a search in Philadelphia.

We're not getting on a plane to Philly, are we?

Not at the moment.

[Phone beeps]

What now?

We wait.

Uh, the party never stops when you're around.

What do these people do for fun?

Beats me.

Got any ideas?

[Boom Boom by John Lee Hooker]

♪ Boom boom boom boom ♪
♪ I'm gonna sh**t you right down ♪

[Sighs]

Suburbs might not be so bad after all.

In or out... dear?

Ever known me to run from a fight?

Pair of aces.

Two pair.

♪ And walk that walk ♪
♪ and walk that walk ♪

Lemonade, sir?

.50¢.

Here you go.

Have a good night's rest, Mr. Reese?

Think I fared better than Wyler.

He looks exhausted.

Did you change the oil in the car this morning?

No, I forgot. Sorry.

You okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Hey!

Sorry about that, Lloyd.

You know that guy?

No, he must have confused me with someone else.

You hear that, Finch?

Sounds like more than a case of mistaken identity.

[Engine turns]

Mystery man just took off with a friend.

Could be the same men that sent Wyler the postcard.

Something tells me they're not in town for a reunion.

[Overlapping chatter]

I'm open!

[Cheering]

[Cell phone rings]

[Phone beeps]

Detective.

I found your guy.

He was only arrested once, for a misdemeanor B&E, back in '91, but was wanted for a string of robberies and home invasions.

He was a career thief.

[Chuckles] I'm sure Philly PD would love to have a talk with him.

Let me guess.

First name's Lloyd.

Lloyd Pruitt.

How'd you know?

Wild guess.

Did he work with a crew?

Yeah, a couple other guys.

Chris Vaughn and Daniel Burnside.

They had a good run until they got caught taking a jewelry store in '97.

Did 12 years.

I guess your guy Lloyd missed that job or disappeared before they got picked up.

He was busy becoming Graham Wyler, giving himself a clean slate.

Go get it!

He picked a good time to run.

That job they got busted on, Vaughn sh*t an unarmed guard.

He's dangerous.

[Phone beeps]

Thanks for your help, Carter.

Good job!

Good play out there.

Thanks, mom.

Finch, Vaughn's here.

I'm gonna have a few words with him.

[Flames roaring]

Whoa! No way!

Whose car is that?

Wait. Stay back.

[Cell phone rings]

Sucks about the car, Lloyd.

Nice running into you today, though.

Why don't we grab a drink?

The Wallbanger, in the city.

Noon tomorrow.

We've got some catching up to do.

[expl*si*n] Ah!

[Siren wails in distance]

[Phone beeps]

Finch, looks like Wyler's past has come back to haunt him.

You'll have access to all the camera feeds through your cell phone.

And this alarm system, does it call the local police?

No-no, no.

It sends a signal to a private response team.

You're doing the right thing.

Yeah, Connie's still shaken up about the car fire.

And for all we know, it could be a couple of teenagers.

How are we doing, Harold?

Almost finished, boss.

Okay, if Wyler's old crew attempt to gain access to the house, we'll see them coming.

Vaughn's been smart so far.

Cops couldn't find the evidence on the SUV to point to a culprit.

Speaking of Vaughn, I combed through his files.

In each of the jobs that he and his crew have pulled, a safe was cracked using a technique called "lock manipulation."

No drilling, no tools.

All of it done by ear.

This is a lost art.

But in the last heist, there was a difference.

Vaughn sh*t the guard to motivate the jewelry store manager to open the safe.

The one job Wyler didn't show up for.

He was the safecracker.

Bailed on the last job.

They blame him for getting locked up.

A detail they'll, no doubt, remind him of when they meet this afternoon.

Honey, you in here?

Hey, so I just got off the phone with the insurance company.

They say they can't send an investigator out till next week.

Where are you going?

I need to go get something for the store.

Okay, well, hang out for a second, okay?

They say they can't cover the cost of a rental.

It can wait!

All right?

Look...

I need to go, okay?

Can we handle this later?

I can handle it myself.

It's a couple of stupid phone calls.

What's going on with you?

Nothing you need to worry about.

Graham, if there's something going on you think you can't tell me, get over it.

Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together.

I'll be back in a few hours.

Graham, where are you headed?

Catching a train into the city.

I'm meeting a client there.

Let me give you a lift.

Save you some time.

Thanks Quiet life takes some getting used to.

Not your speed, huh?

You know, a lot of guys in home security used to be in law enforcement.

Were you a cop or something?

Not me.

Too many rules.

Always had more fun breaking them.

Guess we all got to grow up sometime, right?

Certainly never thought I would.

What changed?

Me.

Used to just look out for myself.

Now I look out for Connie and Izzy.

Nothing I wouldn't do for them.

[Phone crashes] Ungh!

Seems that Wyler's past threatens not only his life but his marriage as well.

I'll be back.

[Door opens, shuts]

I've never seen him angry like that.

He's probably just got a lot on his mind.

You know, with the car and the--

It's not that.

The whole time I've known him, Graham has always been the one with the solution.

But today, I didn't even know who that was.

You know, I never asked you how you two met.

We met at a Springsteen concert in Jersey.

This creep wouldn't stop hitting on me.

And suddenly Graham appeared.

I'd never seen him before, but he pretended to be my boyfriend so the other guy would go away.

And I could just tell there was something different about him.

That one moment changed your whole life.

[Laughs] Yeah.

Is that what it was like when you first met John?

I can honestly say that I wouldn't be here without him.

It's rare to find someone you can depend on.

Ready to have some fun?

[Computer keys clicking]

You're good at connecting people to the things they don't want the world to know.

How good are you at finding connections that no one knows exists?

Try to tell me if there's a correlation between the cowboy and the taxi driver.

[Computer beeping]

Fifth cousins?

Really?

We do live in the great melting pot.

Okay.

What's the association between this jogger and--

[Computer beeps]

It's her again.

So you've found something interesting on Grace Hendricks?

No?

Then is she connected to anyone else in the park?

I thought I fixed this.

You haven't found a single anomaly in this woman's life.

She's honest, decent, doesn't seem to have any dark secrets.

Doesn't harbor ill will toward anyone.

Which is what sets her apart from everyone else here.

That and a passionate love for Charles Dickens.

I can take a cab back from here.

Thanks for the ride.

You're welcome.

Trying a new look?

More like missing my old one.

Your boys have been in there for half an hour.

He showed. You owe me 20 bucks.

How'd you find me?

That is a real fun story.

I was at work.

Dishwasher.

Only kind of job a con like me could get.

My boss shows me this Facebook photo.

Some babe he's plowing in New York.

I look.

I can't believe my eyes.

There's Lloyd Pruitt... standing in the background of this photo.

My long lost friend.

Smiling, laughing, beautiful daughter next to him in her nice school sweater.

It's a hell of a life you've made for yourself, Lloyd.

Wish I was spending my days selling hammers.

Beats 12 years in the Fromhold State Penitentiary.

Was it 12? It felt longer.

Yeah, felt like 50.

That's my fault?

I told you the job was dangerous.

But you thought you were invincible.

And that's why I walked.

How noble.

The way we see it, you owe us, and we're here to collect.

So that's it?

You're gonna k*ll me over ancient history?

Lloyd, you're the best safecracker we know.

Why would we want to k*ll you?

We're gonna break into an Everhold safe.

It's a high-road job.

We need your midas touch.

In fact, the score's so big, when we're done, we're leaving the country.

So get your affairs in order.

What's stopping me from going to the cops... about you two right now?

It's a lovely home.

Next time we take something with a heartbeat.

What are you doing?

[g*n clicks]

They threatened his family.

I'm taking 'em down.

Can you take it easy instead?

It's broad daylight, John.

We're two blocks away from my precinct.

These guys need to go away for a long time, Carter.

Then catch them in the act.

Right now, all we've got is conspiracy to commit a robbery.

And that's from an illegal wiretap.

It won't be enough to keep them from Wyler or his family.

Then I'll make them understand they can never go near his family again.

[Car door opens] Okay.

So are you gonna watch this family forever to make sure they listen?

Tomorrow, 10:00 PM.

We'll pick you up at that intersection.

Be there, Lloyd.

I slipped a burner phone on their truck.

We can track them with it.

If they make the wrong move, we'll grab them.

What about Wyler?

He's got a decision to make.

[Necklace jingles]

[It Serves You Right To Suffer by John Lee Hooker]

♪
♪ It serve you right to suffer ♪
♪

♪ serve you right to be alone ♪
♪

♪ it serve you right to suffer ♪
♪ serve you right to be alone ♪
♪

♪ because you're still livin' ♪
♪ in days done past and gone ♪
♪

♪ yeah ♪
♪

Wyler's due to meet Vaughn in an hour, Finch.

What are we gonna do if he goes through with the job?

What do you suggest?

We take him out of the equation.

He still has open warrants in Philly.

With Wyler serving jail time, there's not much Vaughn could do.

We'd risk breaking up his family.

They might never forgive him.

I know the prospect of a normal life seems remote to people like us, Mr. Reese.

But wyler still has a chance to preserve his.

[Over transistor]

Graham? Are you in here?

Graham?

Check the cameras, Finch.

Make sure he hasn't already left.

Mr. Reese, I'm afraid Wyler's made our decision for us.

He left 15 minutes ago.

Avoided his own camera.

He's meeting Vaughn for the heist.

His number's up, Finch.

[Sighs]

When he's done cracking that safe, Vaughn's got no reason to keep him alive.

Finch, I need to know where Wyler is.

What's the GPS location on Burnside's pickup?

Somewhere in Hell's Kitchen.

Hang on.

[Computer beeps]

It's an impound lot.

They're pulling up stakes, ditching all traces.

What about tracking the safe?

Everhold may make a quality safe, but their firewall leaves something to be desired.

I'm looking at their client list.

There are more than 50 of them in Manhattan.

Roll back the GPS history on the pickup.

Vaughn might have done a drive-by for final preparations on the job.

[Computer beeps]

They parked for four hours outside a midtown Bistro.

What's across the street?

Residential high-rise.

An Everhold safe was installed on the 42nd floor last year.

Client's name is... Enver Clerik.

I'm sending you the address.

[Cell phone beeps]

I know that building.

Front security desk is not gonna let you just walk in.

But I can get you upstairs.

I know a guy who lives in the building.

Lawyer I untangled from a malpractice thing.

He's kind of sweet on me.

Finch, any way to see into that room before I go in?

Building's website boasts that all units are equipped with smarthome technology.

So, yes, I'm sure there's something we can exploit.

Good. Call Carter, have her meet us there.

Real nice of your old lady to let you come out and play.

What do we need g*ns for?

Oh, didn't I tell you?

We're walking into a hot one.

Guy who lives here is a gem dealer.

When he's not in town, his nephew likes to have people over, show off the view of the place.

These are for what's called "crowd control."

I guess you forgot a mask for me.

I must have miscounted.

Sorry, buddy.

Honest mistake, I'm sure.

Let's go, boys.

[Doorbell rings]

[Techno pop music]

♪

[Screaming]

Everyone in the corner! Now!

Let's go!

Cell phones, jewelry, wallets in the bag now! Come on!

You expecting anyone else to show up tonight?

No.

Listen, I know what you want.

I don't know the combination.

[Grunting]

Nobody asked you!

Bet you never thought you'd be trying to get on the other side of one of these again.

If I'm gonna do this, it needs to be quiet.

Hey!

Aah!

Shut up or get sh*t!

It's all yours, maestro.

Where are you, Finch?

Already inside, Mr. Reese.

I need to see just how encrypted their system is, so give me a moment.

This is one way of catching them in the act.

Everyone's up on the 42nd floor.

Soon as I pull Wyler out of there, be ready to round up the crew.

You really think it's gonna be that simple?

Have a little faith.

We haven't had the pleasure of meeting.

I'm Detective Carter.

Zoe.

John's wife.

Long story.

Rupert.

Good evening, Miss Morgan.

He's expecting you and your friend.

I know. You missed me.

My friend and I are on our way up.

[Phone beeps]

[Clears throat]

Who did you say I was?

Savannah.

An exotic dancer.

Hmm.

[Doorbell rings]

Sorry, Rupert.

Slight change of plans.

[Sighs] How's it coming, Finch?

I'm scanning all the devices in Mr. Clerik's apartment.

Looks like his television is equipped with a camera.

If I can access the video chat software, I may be able to trick the camera into turning itself on.

And we have eyes.

Mr. Reese, they've got hostages, and there are two other armed men.

I don't think you're gonna be able to simply walk through the front door.

Wasn't planning on it.

[Snaps fingers]

Go check that out. Now.

[Muted groan]

[Clicking, faint thud]

[Clicking]

[Faint thud]

I got the numbers.

Now I got to find the order.

How much longer?

As long as it takes.

I'm in, Finch.

Took you long enough!

Forget about it. We're almost outta here.

Hey!

[Grunting]

Relax! Relax!

What is it?

Might be a switch.

Some kind of panic button.

I'm afraid that's correct, Mr. Reese.

The VOIP is dialing out to an emergency broadband network.

Even if I canceled it, the call's already gone.

Detective, I trust that you're still monitoring the police bands?

Yeah, I heard the robbery call.

Only got a few minutes before they show up.

What's the situation like upstairs?

Delicate.

If he's alerted the cops, that's it then, we're out of here.

Not till you open that safe.

Do you wanna go to jail again?

'Cause that's what's gonna happen if we stay here.

When did you start calling the sh*ts?

All that's changed is you've got three minutes to open that safe.

No.

[g*n clicks]

Open it.

Or I k*ll you right now.

[Sirens wailing]

I'm hearing sirens.

Am I gonna have to arrest John with the crew?

Preferably not.

In the event that the police arrive before he escapes...

Almost made it a whole day without you two asking me to break the law.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, Detective.

These guys are getting jumpy, Harold.

What do you got in the way of a distraction?

I'm working on it.

[Clicking, faint thud]

[Clicking]

[Faint thud]

[Clicking, faint thud]

Got it.

Man with the midas touch.

[Chuckles]

I'm holding 20 million worth of blue garnets in my hand.

I missed you, Lloyd.

Wish I could say the same.

[Softly] Finch, I think that's your cue.

Sending an audio file to the surround sound system.

This might get loud.

You ruined my life... so you could start yourself a new one.

This'll square it up.

[Alarm blares]

[Grunts]

[g*nsh*t]

[Grunting, screaming]

[g*n] God!

You gonna sh**t me?

It's been so long, you probably don't remember how that thing works.

[g*n clicks]

You don't want to do that.

[Distant sirens wailing]

Detective Carter, on-scene commander.

I've been on this crew all week. Everybody on me.

We're gonna take the west stairwell up, got it?

Got it.

Let him go, Graham.

I can't.

This has to end.

If you pull that trigger, then Graham Wyler-- the man you really are-- dies with him.

He can't come after my family again.

He won't.

He'll spend the next three decades in prison.

But if you do this, you'll be right there with him.

What's Connie gonna do then?

[g*n clicks]

I knew you didn't have it in you.

You were always--

[Grunts]

The better man.

[Cell phone beeps]

Come on.

Your exit is clear, Mr. Reese.

I'm waiting in a car around the corner.

Keep moving.

There's not much time.

Who are you?

Your ride home.

I left a note telling her everything.

Who I was, what I'd done.

I'm supposed to go back like nothing's ever happened?

Connie and Izzy forget that everything they know about me is a lie?

Not everything.

What they mean to you, that's real.

They know that.

Can't change what I've done.

The past is a difficult thing to outrun.

Maybe it's time to stop running.

Graham... you don't have to do this.

Yeah, I do.

Wyler's done hiding, Finch.

He just turned himself in.

He may have decided to turn himself in, but you need to get out of there.

Wyler's turning state's evidence in hopes for a reduced sentence.

I suppose now the courts will decide what's best for him.

[Knock on door]

Oh, hi, John.

Connie.

I was wondering if I could talk to Graham.

He told me you helped him out.

Didn't say how.

But whatever you did...

You're welcome.

See you're moving on.

Yep.

Guy like me doesn't belong in the suburbs.

[Laughs]

Just wanted to say good-bye.

This is my stop.

Unlike you, I'm stuck here.

Literally.

Judge didn't think I was a danger to society, so I get to pay my debt mowing the lawn.

Graham?

The washer's making that noise again.

I'll be right there.

I put her through a lot.

And for whatever reason, she's still there when I wake up in the morning.

Guess that says something.

Take care, John.

This the part where we get divorced?

Sorry it didn't work out.

Fun while it lasted though.

Right?

Well, we still have some scotch left.

Want to stay one more night?

Try to win some of that money back?

[It Serves You Right To Suffer by John Lee Hooker]

♪

[Tape snapping]

♪
♪ It serve you right to suffer ♪
♪

♪ serve you right to be alone ♪
♪

Let me guess, one vanilla cone.

Yes, please.

Even in January, I always keep a few of these for when you come by.

Am I really that predictable?

No, you just don't deny yourself small pleasures.

You may be the first person that ever told me that.

Nothing wrong with it.

You only live once, right?

♪ Serve you right to be alone ♪
♪

[Cell phone rings]

♪ Because you are still livin' ♪
♪ in days done past and gone ♪
♪ every time you see a woman ♪
♪ she make you think of yours ♪
♪

[Clears throat] Hello.

Hello.

Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.