Check it out.
Like what you see?
Hey, I got another carload
of merch arriving any sec.
What about a*mo?
No, hardware only.
This your boy now?
No.
Morning, boys. I see you're
still using the rest stop
to do business.
Diaz?
You don't look
happy to see me.
No, it's just that we heard
you got locked up.
You know, I got out
for good behavior.
Open the door.
Hello. Come out
and join us.
Diaz, we didn't mean
to step on your territory.
Take the g*ns. Take the money.
Well, very kind of you,
but I've got plenty of both.
What I want is information.
So, the first one of you
who tells me where I can find
Carlos Salazar doesn't die.
I swear, I don't know
any Carlos...
That jog your memory?
Hmm? Still no?
Take a good look.
The only difference between him
and a low-level
gunrunner like you
is that six years ago,
he narced on me,
and I went to prison.
Now, I'm sure you can imagine
I'd like to have a word
with him.
I remember this guy.
But I... but I haven't
seen him since, like...
since you got arrested.
It's like he just, poof,
disappeared.
People don't disappear.
Please, Diaz.
I... I have no reason to lie.
You know, I believe you.
Let's get out of here.
♪
I think I might win.
I think you're breaking a sweat.
Small price for victory.
Be careful talking and typing
at the same time.
Might make a mistake.
I don't make mistakes, McGee.
Done. And print.
The king is dead.
Presenting
my after action report.
Please notice that it is
handed in before McGee.
Thank you, Agent Knight,
but McGee b*at you.
What?
How?
He emailed me his report
while you were
at the printer.
Long live the king.
Mm.
Where's the
ballistics report?
Torres is working on that.
Well, not, uh,
right now, he's not.
Seems that he's been, uh,
late Mondays recently.
Right, late Mondays.
Late Mondays.
Late Mondays.
So, Parker,
McGee was wondering.
Just me?
We were wondering
why Torres has been coming in
late these past few Mondays.
Have no idea.
He gave me a heads-up,
I said fine, end of story.
Pilates class?
Animal shelter volunteer.
Protein shake convention.
Marine Corps weapons found
at the scene
of a triple homicide.
We'll call Torres
from the car,
have him meet us there.
Are you sleeping
any better?
No.
And what do you feel
the problem is?
Isn't that for you to tell me?
Well, sure, but I need you
to work with me.
Is your mind racing, or is your
sleep deprivation dream-related?
Dream.
Okay. Want to talk about it?
No.
My dad and I are riding
this upside-down roller coaster.
It's a huge rush.
And him and I are
both screaming,
but in a good way.
Sounds nice.
Yeah, it would've been,
but it never happened.
We never went
on a roller coaster together.
We actually never went anywhere
together.
Does your relationship
with your father torment you?
I don't have a relationship
with my father.
Is that hard on you?
No.
Are you being honest
with yourself?
Can we be done
with the questions,
and can you skip to the part
where you give me the answers?
I don't have all the answers.
Then why am I here?
Because you have
all the answers.
I can help you find them.
Okay.
But what I do know is
that you store pieces of
your life in a mental backpack.
And your dad's in there,
and your job
and Bishop.
That's an interesting theory.
Yeah.
It's called
compartmentalization.
That's how you get
through your day.
But eventually,
the backpack gets heavy,
so heavy that you need help
carrying it.
And recently,
that help has been 80-proof.
Did you drink last night?
And I'm not here
to judge you.
I don't feel judged.
What do you feel?
Numb.
Do you want to be sober,
Nicholas?
McGee.
Yeah.
Send me the address.
I have to go to work.
All right, what do we got?
A big bag of cash.
Approximately 20 grand.
Ooh. It's enough
to remodel my kitchen.
I'm thinking a trip to Greece.
Eh, your fantasy's better.
That wasn't vacation money.
It was meant to buy these.
Ah, heavy a*tillery.
According to the
serial numbers,
they were supposed
to be delivered
to the armory at Quantico.
Oh.
I'm thinking these guys
aren't in the Corps.
Yeah,
you'd be thinking correctly.
Fingerprints just came back.
All three are in the system,
long rap sheets.
Let me guess.
Weapons charges.
So what are we thinking?
Black market g*n deal gone bad?
Well, these weapons
didn't k*ll 'em.
How do you know?
Well, the entry wounds
are too small.
I'm guessing
that they were
probably k*lled
by a small-caliber handgun.
No handguns here.
k*ller probably
took it with him.
But left behind the big g*ns
and bag of cash? Why?
I may be able to answer that.
Special Agent?
Alden Parker.
Trooper Phil Collins.
No relation.
Bummer.
You got something for me?
A witness.
Travis Williams, 25.
When I arrived, he was
performing CPR on the victims.
Makes it tough,
you know?
What does?
Being named Phil Collins.
All the comments.
Never even seen him perform.
Where's the witness?
My squad car, handcuffed.
You arrested him? Why?
Found crates of
weapons in his car.
He's mixed up
in this somehow.
Might even be
the triggerman.
So your theory, Phil,
is that, uh, he sh*t three guys,
then stayed behind
to save their lives?
Criminals are stupid.
Travis?
They're all dead?
Yeah, afraid so.
Here. Step out of here
for a second.
The ambulance--
it took forever to get here.
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
Um, they friends of yours?
You part of this g*n deal?
But I didn't k*ll them.
But you know who did, don't you?
I'm not going there.
The guy who did this
is a psycho.
He's a straight-up k*ller.
Then why didn't he sh**t you?
I was parked off to the side,
waiting to bring in more
inventory. He didn't see me.
Well, if he didn't see you,
then he doesn't know
you're talking to us, does he?
Do you know
who Reymundo Diaz is?
The g*n smuggler?
He didn't do this.
He's in prison.
I thought that, too.
But I just watched him
sh**t my friends.
Okay, let's say it was him. Why?
I overheard him saying he was
looking for some gunrunner
we used to know--
Carlos Salazar.
Who's Carlos Salazar?
Him.
Hey, Trav.
Long time no see.
Reymundo Diaz. Six years ago,
he was the biggest g*n smuggler
in North America.
I remember him.
He supplied weapons
to the Mexican drug cartels.
Yeah, a lot
of those weapons were stolen
from the U.S. m*llitary.
I seem to recall that
you took him down, Agent Torres.
It was a joint A*F-NCIS op.
I went undercover
as Carlos Salazar.
How'd you get
in his inner circle?
Through his cousin, Maria.
She wasn't in the g*n business,
but she and Diaz
were very close.
They would get together
every Sunday for family dinners.
I posed as Salazar,
and we started dating.
Amen.
So, a toast
to Maria and Carlos.
I would see him
every Sunday night.
Took a while, but eventually,
I earned his trust.
He cut me in on a few deals,
and that was the only evidence
I needed to take him down.
Then he was deported to Mexico
to serve a life sentence.
So, how is he out?
A million-dollar bribe
to the guards.
36 hours ago, according
to the prison warden.
So, in other words,
a convicted k*ller
with access to serious firepower
is hunting you.
No, not me. Carlos Salazar.
He never found out
I was a fed.
He's looking for a ghost.
For now.
If he's k*lling people
to find you,
probably won't be long
until he does.
Then we better find him first.
Kasie.
Oh, Nick, I need you.
Do you remember all the guys
in Diaz's crew?
Most of them, yeah.
Okay, look through
these photos.
Let me know if you
recognize anyone.
What am I looking at?
The Camargo Bridge
border crossing
in Rio Grande City, Texas.
I think it's where
Diaz entered the U.S.
What makes you think that?
Shush.
Don't distract him.
Okay, he needs
to concentrate.
But allow me to walk you
through the process.
Diaz walked out of this prison
two nights ago at 10:30 p.m.
33 hours later,
he k*lled three people
at a Virginia rest stop.
He had to cross the border.
Kasie, not to throw
a wet towel on this,
but there are over 300
ports of entry into the U.S.
Alden, not to throw
a wet towel
over your wet towel,
but I've already narrowed down
the list of possibilities.
Diaz's passport was revoked,
so he couldn't fly.
He could have got a fake I.D.
No, Diaz is too famous to walk
through an airport
without getting caught.
So, you think he went by car.
I do.
His prison is in Nuevo León.
It's a straight sh*t
north into Texas.
Lot of border crossings
in Texas.
Well, 28, to be exact,
but with the Mexican police
on his ass, I am guessing
he picked the closest one.
Camargo Bridge?
It's a four-hour drive
from the prison.
I pulled the photos
from all the cars
that drove into the U.S.
between 2:00
and 3:00 a.m. yesterday.
But you said so yourself,
the border guards
would've recognized him.
Not if he was hiding
in the trunk.
Those are Diaz's guys.
I don't remember
the passenger's name,
but the driver,
I'll never forget.
René Romero.
He goes by Renny.
Sounds like you have a history.
Yeah, you can say that.
He tried to k*ll me.
Ooh. I really want to hear
that story,
but it'll have to wait.
Renny's got a record.
And I've got
the last known address.
This guy Diaz
must really hate you.
He hates Salazar, not me.
That's right.
I read the report.
You played Salazar
for five months.
That's a long time
to be somebody else.
Yep.
What was it like?
Come on, McGee.
You know what it's like.
You've done it before.
Yeah, but not for that long.
Plus, I never dated a mark.
You two must have gotten close.
♪
As close as I needed to be.
What was she like?
She was a...
She was a mark.
Well,
whatever you did
must have worked.
She testified against Diaz.
How'd you convince her
to flip on her own cousin?
I made her a promise.
I told her I'd join her
in witness protection
and that we'd live
happily ever after.
Wow.
Yeah.
It was the only way that I could
get her to testify against Diaz.
So, she flipped on Diaz,
you flipped on her?
I did what I had to do.
You hit?
No, no, no.
Go get him. Go get him.
Wait, is that Renny,
the guy we're supposed to see?
Yeah.
Guess he came to see us first.
Hold on.
What up, Renny?
Hey, Carlos.
Or should I say Nick?
Guess Diaz isn't chasing
a ghost anymore.
That's twice.
That's twice
that you tried to k*ll me.
But hey,
I'm still standing.
What is that, oh for two?
Come on, man.
That first time
was a misunderstanding.
And today...
You should know,
when Diaz gives an order,
you do it.
The old "My gunrunning boss
made me do it" excuse.
Probably won't play
well with the jury.
Speaking of the boss,
where is he?
I have no idea.
Well, that is too bad.
Renny, I guess you're gonna have
to take the rap by yourself.
Attempted m*rder
of two federal agents?
That's 25 to life.
Hold up.
What do you want to know?
How'd you find me?
I didn't. Diaz did.
How?
If you k*ll enough people,
you can find out anything.
So, Diaz discovered
his real identity
and then ordered you
to hang out at the naval yard
until you saw him?
And then k*ll him, yeah.
Where is he now?
I don't know.
What's his next g*n deal?
I don't know that, either.
Come on, Renny.
You spent two days
in a car with him
driving from Mexico
to Virginia.
What did you talk about?
Him.
Diaz said
he's getting rid of the rats
who sent him to prison.
"Rats"? Plural?
Yeah.
You and his cousin Maria.
He's never gonna find her.
He found you, didn't he?
I think you pissed him off.
I think I scared him.
We need to warn Maria.
She's in witness protection.
I know where she is.
I mean, I don't know where
she is, but I should.
No, you shouldn't.
No one should.
Please, Director.
I need to know that she's safe.
All right.
Have a seat.
I'm Agent Parker.
This is Agent Torres.
Thanks for meeting with us.
Happy to do it.
I'm Deputy Marshal Carter.
This is Deputy Marshal Wright.
So, we understand
that Reymundo Diaz
bought his way out of prison
and is in the U.S.
Then you also understand
that Maria Diaz is in danger.
No, she isn't.
She's safe, I can assure you.
How do you know that?
Because protecting people
is what we do.
We're pros.
So is Diaz.
When was the last time
you spoke to her?
A few days ago.
How many? Two? Three?
More like a week.
That's more than a few.
We tried to call her
on our way here,
but we got her voice mail.
That-that's not atypical.
She values her privacy.
If she's not answering,
why are you not
sending somebody
to go check on her?
Look,
I know you're concerned, but
she's got a new identity.
She lives in a
different state.
I promise you, Diaz
will never find her.
You k*ll enough people,
you can find out anything.
Diaz k*lled those three men
trying to find me.
He found me.
Diaz tried to have
Agent Torres k*lled
this morning, and we think
he's going after Maria next.
Where is she?
Maryland.
So, who's driving? You or us?
Okay.
All right, well, the minute
you hear anything, let us know.
We'll do the same.
Well, that was A*F.
It is radio silence out there.
No chatter on Diaz
or any potential g*n deals.
That's because he's not making
a g*n deal.
How's that?
I kept grilling Renny.
He said that Diaz
is out of the g*n business.
Yesterday, Diaz sent Renny
to a shady pharmacy in Culpeper
to pick up some pills.
What kind of pills?
Renny doesn't know.
But he said, whatever they were,
Diaz was looking
to buy a lot more.
Well, if Diaz is switching
from dealing g*ns to dr*gs,
that would make sense
why every lead
we've followed so far
has been a dead end.
Not anymore.
We find that drug deal,
we find Diaz.
Hello?
Anyone home?
It's your friend John.
Coming to check on you.
Are you sure this is her place?
Yeah, I'm sure. Why?
Because she's an artist.
What happened
to all her paintings?
Maria Diaz was an artist.
Anita Reyes couldn't be.
When she assumed
her new identity,
she had to change careers.
Art world's
a small community.
She would've risked
being exposed.
What does she do now?
Telemarketing.
What about her paintings?
She sold them.
Needed the money.
Back here.
Looks like blood to me.
There's a b*llet hole
in the wall.
You're pros, huh? You were
supposed to protect her, man!
All right, Torres. Nick!
That's enough! Okay?
You need to control your man.
You need to shut up and listen.
We need another safe house. Now.
Well, once we find Maria,
I'll arrange
a secure location.
Not for Maria. For him.
Parker, I'm not going anywhere.
Yes, you are.
Diaz knows your identity.
He found this house,
he can find yours,
which means
you're not staying here,
and you're not going home.
Where's he going?
There's a hotel nearby
that we've used before.
I'll see if it's available.
Make it available.
Go to the hotel.
Get some rest.
I'll process
this house tonight.
We'll start fresh
in the morning.
Nick, you okay?
Yeah, all good.
I don't think you called me
at 11:00 at night
to tell me you're all good.
Then why did I call you?
Well, I don't know,
but I have to say
that you don't sound
like yourself tonight.
Well, it's me.
Let me be more direct.
You don't sound sober.
I'm not.
And-and that's okay.
It's about progress,
not perfection.
What's important
is that you're being honest.
Honest?
I honestly want to put my fist
through the damn wall.
What happened?
I guess my backpack
got too heavy.
More specific, Nick.
I heard that you and Tim
got sh*t at today,
and I can't imagine
how terrifying that must be.
Yeah, I'm used to that.
Then what is it?
♪
My dad.
Your dream?
My nightmare.
My whole life, I've tried
to be nothing like my father.
And now I'm thinking
that maybe I am him.
Why?
Because I abandoned someone.
Someone I really cared about.
If that choice
is weighing on you,
I suggest you make amends.
Yeah, it's too late.
Well, I will say this.
The choice you made
does not make you your dad.
You are not your father.
Hello? Nick?
I got to go.
♪
Maria.
Nice to see you, too.
I thought you were dead.
I thought so, too.
Diaz must have found me,
because he sent one of
his guys to k*ll me.
Yeah, I went to your house
to warn you.
I saw the blood.
Where are you hit?
I wasn't.
He was.
I keep a Kn*fe under my bed,
so when he tried to att*ck me,
I sliced his arm.
Did you recognize him?
He was wearing a mask.
He sh*t at me but missed,
so I-I ran like hell
out of there.
How'd you find me?
I wasn't looking for you.
I needed another safe house,
so I called Marshal Carter
at WITSEC, and she told me
this was the closest place.
You're the last person
I wanted to go to.
But my options
were limited.
You changed your hair.
Yeah.
Well,
for what it's worth, um...
I like it.
You got something different
going on, too.
Yeah.
What do you think?
Meh.
I knew Carlos Salazar
drank alone.
But I guess
Nick Torres does, too.
You mind?
The marshals didn't call you?
I'm sure they tried,
but I turned off my phone
so Diaz wouldn't track me.
I'm using the room's phone.
What are you doing?
I'm calling the marshals
so they can come get you.
I wouldn't bother.
Why's that?
Because by the time
they get here, I'll be gone.
What are you talking about?
I'm not going back
into witness protection.
Look, they'll
relocate you, okay?
And this time,
there will be agents
outside the door.
I'll make sure of it.
You're not hearing me, Nick.
I'm not gonna live
like that anymore.
Live like what?
Like someone I'm not.
WITSEC wasn't
happily ever after.
I understand.
But Diaz found you once.
He will find you again.
You have no choice.
There is always a choice.
And when I ran
from that house,
I made the choice
to leave Anita Reyes behind.
This is no time
to take a stand, Maria.
You have a target
on your back.
You're not safe.
I feel pretty safe right now.
So, where's Torres?
Still at the hotel.
With Maria?
Yep.
Oof.
That's a whole lot
of baggage to unpack.
Yep.
So, Vance just told me
that Maria showed up
at Nick's hotel room last night.
Has anyone heard from him
this morning?
Not yet. Why?
You know, six years
is a lot of baggage to unpack.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, I'm just happy
they're both off the grid
and out of Diaz's reach.
Speaking of Diaz,
you figure out
exactly what drug he's moving?
I called Happy's Pharmacy to ask
what pills Diaz's guy picked up.
They wouldn't talk.
So then I went to Happy's
last night
posing as a pillhead,
and when they sold me
the oxys,
I flashed my badge,
and then they
wouldn't stop talking to me.
So, what is he dealing?
Percocet? Fentanyl?
Not even close.
Perpexofal XR.
It's used to treat
acute myeloid leukemia,
a rare and very deadly form
of cancer.
Is there any demand
for this Perpexofal
on the black market?
Nope.
So why would Diaz want that?
I called the Mexican
prison warden,
and he didn't give any details,
but he did say
that Diaz is very sick.
If Diaz is dying, that explains
why our arms dealer
isn't dealing any arms.
He doesn't care about money.
He wants revenge.
And there's nothing
more dangerous
than a k*ller
with nothing to lose.
Morning, sunshine.
Buenos días.
How'd you sleep?
Honestly,
the best I have in years.
Well, that's good to hear,
'cause I slept like crap.
I told you
the chair wasn't necessary.
But given how loud
you still snore,
it was probably
for the best.
What? I don't snore.
Carlos Salazar used to say
the same thing six years ago.
Carlos used to say
a lot of things.
You should get dressed.
My sweater's bloody.
I have an extra
hoodie for you.
Okay. And then what?
And then I call
NCIS protection detail.
And when they show up,
I'll leave
and help my team find Diaz.
What?
Nothing.
I mean, I guess
I shouldn't be surprised
since leaving is your specialty.
Room service menu is
over here on the table.
So just order
whatever you want.
Five months
we spent together,
and it was nothing
but one big lie.
What do you want me to say?
Hmm?
I had a job to do.
So did I.
I was an artist.
I had a life
before you ruined it.
Well, you couldn't live
that life. You were in danger.
Danger you put me in.
You could have chosen
a hundred ways to get to Diaz,
but you chose me.
That was the assignment.
That's all I was?
An assignment?
It sucks. I know.
But in a twisted way,
you should be
proud of yourself.
You helped send a
k*ller to prison.
I feel like I've been
in one, too.
Witness protection was necessary
to save your life.
What life?
Anita Reyes,
the telemarketer?
Living alone in Maryland?
Thanks,
but that life
wasn't worth saving.
I'm sorry, Maria.
Sure, you are.
I am.
What I did was unforgivable.
Don't patronize me.
I know
you were following orders,
and I know I'm not the only mark
you played.
You were the only
mark I cared about.
You think it was easy
walking away
knowing how much pain I caused?
Well, believe it or not...
...I'm sorry.
Six years ago,
I was just collateral damage.
That's how you saw me.
So, what changed?
Why are you
apologizing now?
This happened to you, didn't it?
Someone you cared about
left you.
What was her name?
The guy who att*cked you.
You remember
anything about him?
What was he wearing?
How tall was he?
Wearing black.
About your height.
You know, actually,
I-I did see
he had a tattoo
on his left hand.
Of a g*n?
Yeah.
How'd you know?
Do you remember him?
That's Pablo Silva.
Do you know where his house is?
Back when I knew him,
his house was on wheels.
NCIS!
Pablo Silva!
Look.
That's not Silva.
Whoever it is, looks like
they b*at him to death.
I'll check for an I.D.
Don't bother.
His name is
Marshal John Wright.
Maria's contact at WITSEC.
And they didn't just b*at him.
They tortured him.
Did Wright know where
Maria and Torres were hiding?
Call Torres and tell him to get
the hell out of that hotel.
How'd Diaz find us?
Keep moving.
Where are we going?
Anywhere but here.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Go back.
Go, go, go, go.
Get down.
You hurt?
I don't think so.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
You can do this.
Do what?
Dude, are you kidding me?
You trust me, right?
No.
Okay, that was
a stupid question.
What do you expect me to do?
I want you to sh**t anyone
who walks through that door.
When I leave,
you call this number.
You tell them Diaz is here.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna end this.
I'm gonna get Diaz
before he gets you.
You sh**t anyone
who walks through that door.
Wait. What if it's you?
Then don't sh**t.
Maybe we should have a signal.
Like knock twice or something.
Fine, I'll knock twice.
Hey.
Don't die.
Torres, talk to me.
It's Maria.
Diaz is here. We-we need help.
All right, hang on.
We're ten minutes out.
We don't have ten minutes.
I got to go.
Diaz!
Heard you were looking for me.
You stole six years of my life.
Why don't you
put your w*apon down,
and we can talk about it.
Okay.
You first!
Diaz!
You're not leaving
this hotel alive.
I don't care!
I came here to take you with me.
You're gonna
have to k*ll me first.
That was a lot of a*mo
from that little g*n.
Maybe all your a*mo!
I have waited for this moment
for six years!
What you did to me
after I welcomed you
into my home!
My family!
Did you really think
I would let this go?
Well, you're gonna have to.
Drop your w*apon.
Diaz, drop your w*apon.
Maria?
He didn't knock twice.
Come on. Come on.
It's over.
It's over.
Looks like a sh**ting gallery.
Yeah.
Any guests get caught
in the cross fire?
Luckily, no, thanks to
the lockdown you ordered.
I guess they won't be renting
out the fifth floor for a while.
I just watched
the entire sh**t-out
on the hallway security cams.
Nick's lucky he's alive.
And Maria took out Silva?
sh*t him
with Torres's spare g*n.
Is Maria okay?
Well, uh, Torres is
escorting her home as we speak.
Yeah. I wonder how that's going.
Wow,
you're really wasting no time
in, uh, moving out of here, huh?
You kidding me?
Adios, Anita.
What?
You standing there
in this house.
For so long, I had this fantasy
of you walking through the door
and us picking up
right where we left off.
I really am so sorry, Maria.
I know.
If you're waiting
for forgiveness,
I'm not there yet.
I know.
I understand
why you did what you did.
You were in
an impossible position.
Losing you was
the hardest moment of my life.
Good.
So, where you gonna go
now that you're free?
I'm gonna stay
with my mom for a while.
We have six birthdays
and Christmases to catch up on.
And then?
Honestly,
I don't know
where I'm gonna live next.
But wherever it is,
I'm gonna hang
a lot of paintings.
Good.
Because when I saw
the bare walls yesterday,
I, uh, couldn't believe
this was your home.
It wasn't.
It was Anita's.
Yeah, and you let her sell
Maria's entire collection.
No.
I kept one.
♪
Remember this beauty?
How can I forget?
You kept my painting?
Of course I did.
It's not like I could sell it.
This damn thing is hideous.
Okay. I blame the teacher.
From now on, you need anything,
all you have to do is call.
I promise
I'll be there for you.
This time, I...
I believe you.
Two days, two gunfights.
You're still breathing.
You okay?
Yeah.
I'm used to it.
After all this time,
it must feel great
to make amends with Maria.
It's kind of nice to finally
take someone out of my backpack.
And I think we're gonna
be really good friends.
Just friends?
For now.
Too much water under the bridge.
I understand.
You know, seeing her...
...brought back
this-this feeling.
It just made me
realize something.
You want that feeling again?
You deserve that, Nick.
You do believe
you deserve that, right?
No.
Not yet.
I got to get myself right first.
How you gonna do that?
By doing
what my father never did.
Facing my demons head-on
and becoming the man
that I want to be.
The man he never was.
: Well,
it sounds like the last few days
have added up to about
a decade's worth of therapy.
Well, you helped, too.
With this newfound clarity,
I'd like to ask you
the question that I asked you
a couple of days ago.
Mm.
Do you want to be sober?
Yes.
But if my father
ever taught me anything,
it's that words don't matter.
Your word matters to me.
If you tell me yes,
I believe you.
You know it won't be easy.
Nothing worth it ever is.