Previously on Necessary Roughness...
I'm sequestering the team in a hotel room Saturday night.
Curfew -- 10:00 p.m.
There won't be any more second chances.
What are you doing?
Tucking you in.
Carl is our Vice President of Accounting,
and he's also the head of our charitable foundation.
Special Agent Jenkins, FBI.
Dani's schedule is all there,
but there are things that she doesn't put on there.
Well, when you do know,
there'll be something waiting for you.
I'm the one the FBI is looking for.
And I don't see a way out.
You haven't told me everything, have you?
Carl Webber --
jumped off the roof of his Soho building.
He's dead.
Hmm.
Oh, my God. Carl?
What's for breakfast?
What are you doing here?
Wishing I'd stopped for eggs.
Mnh-mnh. No, no.
You're dead. You're dead, aren't you?
I am.
Then why are you here?
You tell me.
♪ I don't feel like doing this ♪
♪ I don't feel like doing that ♪
♪ Don't feel like doing anything ♪
I have...
Never lost a patient before.
You met with him twice.
You need to be fair to yourself.
I don't even know what that means, okay?
What I do know is that --
You can't eat. You can't sleep.
You're second-guessing if you could have done something differently.
Nightmares, as well? Mm-hmm.
It gets better with time.
You did everything you could.
I know. I was there.
Yeah, but...
...there's more.
Dr. Santino, C-Mac's requested your presence.
Um, okay, can you just give us a minute?
He said right now, which usually means yesterday.
All right, Ron.
If that's what you're hearing from Justice.
Just keep me posted up to the minute.
Yeah. Thanks.
FBI's still tight-lipped,
but it does look like Carl was the eye of the V3 storm.
The whole thing just seems so surreal.
You think you know somebody.
Well...
People are complicated.
I just wish he would have come to me before.
He didn't talk to you about anything, did he?
You do know that
the therapist/patient privilege lives on
even though someone dies, right?
No. I did not know that.
Huh.
Connor, head counsel for HarperCollins
is calling...again.
Thank you. Tell them I -- I got my best person on it.
You know, uh, William Glass, the novelist?
Yeah. He wrote that "Run" series, right?
That spooky thing, "Romeo & Juliet,"
zombies, vampire thingy? Mm-hmm.
Yeah, well, between the books and the movies,
that "thingy" is worth billions.
Yeah, well, what's the problem?
The problem is Glass is about nine months late
turning in the last book of the series.
Movie's due out summer 2015.
He's been singing that
"I'll be done in a week" tune for months.
Publishers, movie studios -- they don't like that tune.
They sue when they hear that tune too much.
Oh, well, that's not good. No, it's not.
You got to go up to Connecticut, all right?
Try to get him out of his funk,
get him to release whatever he's got to the publisher
so this thing doesn't get really ugly.
Okay.
Okay? You can go now.
Oh.
On the whistle. Ready?
What y'all watching?
Homeboy in the bathtub with that catfish?
Oh, T.K., you don't want to see this.
Yes, I -- a sex tape? Yes, I do! Hoo-hoo!
She's like a spider monkey on a flagpole!
That looks like my ass.
It is your ass, you ass.
She-K went viral.
Mr. King.
Can I help you?
Hi, Mr. Glass. I'm Dr. Dani Santino.
Connor McClane sent me.
Oh. Um...
Hey, y-you know, you got a-a lot of packages out here.
I'll get to them later.
Mr. Glass, Connor is worried about you,
so he sent me here to see if you're okay.
I'm fine. I'm just under deadline pressure.
I'd like to take your word for that.
Um, I would.
But I actually --
I can't leave here unless I have
some kind of evidence that you're well.
What do you want, a-a picture or something?
Yes. A-a photo -- a picture would be awesome.
Okay, one photo and then you'll go?
Then I will go.
I told you I'm fine.
Coach, I swear to you, I did not release that tape.
I don't know who did it,
but I am racking my brain trying to figure it out.
I am -- I'm very sor-- Mr. King.
I don't care who you screw on your own time,
but that tape was made on my time.
What?
That sexcapade was made in your hotel room
before the Detroit game,
when you were supposed to be alone, correct?
Yes, sir, but --
So my curfew was violated, Mr. King, wasn't it?
That depends on how one interprets
the meaning of the word "curfew."
No, it depends on how I interpret it.
Go clean out your locker.
Coach, can we talk about this?
I told you there'd be no second chances.
I'm a man of my word.
Say goodbye to the Hawks, Mr. King.
I'm trading your ass.
♪ Baby, work your magic on me
♪ Necessary Roughness 3x06 ♪ Good Will Haunting Original Air Date on July 24, 2013
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Okay, you've had your water.
You've used the restroom.
Now you have your picture, Dr. Santino.
You can show and tell Connor I'm fine.
Now, if you don't mind, I have to get back to my work.
Groceries, Mr. Glass.
Uh, thank you, Felipe.
I'll put it on your tab, sir.
Thanks a lot.
So...
You get your groceries delivered?
Yeah. Uh, it helps save time for my work.
Speaking of which, I do have a deadline.
You had a deadline.
I'm told that that passed nine months ago.
I don't choose when to find inspiration, Dr. Santino.
It chooses when to find me.
An artist is at the mercy of creative instincts,
intangibles that the lawyers and agents
will never understand. Okay.
You say you're fine, but you don't seem fine.
How long has it been
since you've actually left your house?
Nine months.
Nine long months.
A-and, Dr. Santino... Mm-hmm?
...I haven't written a single word.
He is trading me to Buffalo.
I understand. The weather's like Siberia.
The team is even colder. It's last place in the league.
And the women? A Buffalo 10 is like a Manhattan 3.
A Buffalo 10 is like a Buffalo.
Not that I was worried about how Buffalo women look.
T.K., listen. You know what I do for a living?
I put out fires. And I'm the best there is.
Okay? So let me just take care of this.
This is a towering inferno. You might need a bigger hose.
Coach Wiz and I go back a long way.
I'm gonna go visit him, and I'm gonna get this thing fixed man-to-man.
The trade deadline is next week,
so hurry up before my career gets hypothermia.
Trust me, I got this.
Wait.
What about the sex tape?
The best action is inaction.
What?! I want justice. Hey, honey, come on.
Look, celebrity phones get hacked all the time.
Don't put anything on your phone
that you don't want to end up in the tabloids.
No more sex tapes.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a trade to kill.
Impressed?
I'm just saying, you don't seem like
the kind of girl that would drink Red Eyes.
That's some strong stuff.
Well, someone kept me up all night.
I'm sorry about that. I wasn't complaining.
In that case, how about...
we lose some more sleep this weekend?
Uh, my mom's in town this weekend,
but she really wants to meet you.
I'm kidding.
Well, you know what they say. There's a little truth in every joke.
Well, not that one. Relax.
Good.
I should get back to my desk.
Dani's schedule's jammed today.
Speaking of Dani, uh...
the mail room said that she received a package
the night Carl died.
Yes, but I don't know who sent it.
Well, it's time to find out.
Agent's motto -- do whatever it takes.
Look around.
A room filled with horror...
...the stuff of nightmares.
But what scares me the most?
The blank page.
I start every day with ideas,
but when I look at them on paper, they're terrible.
Next thing I know,
the day is gone, I got nothing.
And it's just you here in this house?
Let's face it,
women aren't gonna want to play mistress to all this.
Writing's always been my first love.
I've been described as a workaholic
in the best of times.
And in the worst of times, it appears,
agoraphobic.
Have you ever shut yourself in like this before?
When I'm on deadline,
I always sequester to avoid distractions.
This time, though,
days turn to weeks turn to months.
I just don't want to leave the house
in case I get the urge to write.
Well, William...
...it's been nine months,
so I think we can both agree
that this approach is not working for you.
It's time for you to leave this house.
All right, that's it! Pack it up!
There he is. Greatness.
Four-time league champ.
The Coach Wiz.
McClane. They let anyone in here.
Well, I threw your security guards
a couple of One Direction tickets.
Big fans.
And for you, Lagavulin.
Your favorite, right? Yeah.
You tell Mr. King to pack good and warm.
Listen, about Buffalo.
I know you and T.K. had a rough season,
but I could make this a win-win, all right?
Kill the trade.
Cut T.K. so he can be a free agent.
Why would I do that and get nothing for my trouble?
Clear a bunch of space under the salary cap.
That way you can get yourself a shiny new player
before the trade deadline.
I'm not up against a cap.
But, more important, Mr. King broke my rules.
I will not reward that kind of behavior.
It would send the wrong message to this team.
Right, you know...
Rex's contract is up at the end of the season.
Negotiations could go easy or...
could be a nightmare.
End of the season is a lifetime away.
By then, I'll have the championship
and pick of the litter.
You don't have any leverage here, McClane.
Not yet, apparently.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Keep it.
You're gonna need it when I finish with you.
Let's just review your options.
No, I have none! That's the problem!
There are always options, Carl,
and we're just gonna figure out the best one for you.
Wait a minute.
We've had this conversation before.
Yes, but I was alive last time.
Why are we having it again?
Probably because you're obsessing
about some detail you missed --
a sign that I was gonna kill myself.
Yes, maybe I could have stopped you.
How?
Were you gonna lock me in a closet and watch me for 24 hours a day?
Yeah.
No.
I don't know.
You have a chance to make things right.
Carl, I am trying!
Y-y-you've given me this drive that I can't read!
Carl?
Don't screw it up.
Mm.
I'm being haunted.
Well, that's not really my area of expertise.
Sorry. Little levity.
What's haunting you -- or who?
Carl.
And...
This.
He messengered this to me
on the night that he killed himself.
What's on it?
Nothing -- at least nothing that I understand,
because it's encrypted.
I brought it to three different computer stores,
and they were all stumped.
Carl sent me something that he wanted me to see,
and I can't see it.
I could have it de-encrypted, get back to you.
You don't trust me?
Carl left this with me.
I'm not taking any chances.
I can't fail him again.
So, what would you like me to do?
Bring someone to decode it.
I need to see what's on it.
Thanks, Rachel. Yeah.
No, I'm totally free next week. Go ahead and set it up.
Okay.
Okay, bye.
Wow.
Okay, that was V3.
Bravo called, and they are making a new series --
"Brilliant Bombshells."
They want to talk to me about hosting.
That's dope, babe!
Thanks, man.
I'm proud of you.
Hey, come on. Baby, stop checking your phone.
Connor is handling it.
He's gonna call you the second he has any news.
Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say.
You're not going to Buffalo.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry. I should be happy for you.
The fish are biting!
I don't care about the fish.
I care about you.
- T.K., over here! - T.K.!
Why'd you release the sex tape?
I didn't. It was probably one of you vultures.
Rumor has it Bravo wants to do a reality show.
Sheera here's gonna cash in while you sit the bench.
You know what? Put the camera down. Let's have a real conversation.
- Whoa, whoa! Take it easy, take it easy! - T.K., no, baby. Stop. Whoa, whoa!
If he's gonna talk mess about the woman I love --
Whoa, whoa. You're saying you two are in love?
Let me shoot the wedding.
Exclusive on baby She-K's first pics.
You wanted me to take you someplace that inspires me.
Here we are. Mm-hmm.
I don't know how it's gonna help me write, though.
Well, the idea is to...
Shake away the cobwebs, clear your head,
and get you around something that,
you know, makes you happy.
So, why don't you tell me about this place?
I used to work in this place on weekends in high school.
It's a fanboy's paradise.
I used to read anything...
and everything I could get my hands on.
I couldn't afford anything,
but it never mattered to this guy.
Will Glass!
Been a while! Been a long while!
Where you been hiding?
Oh, just at home, writing.
Uh, Frank, this is my friend,
Dr. Dani Santino. Hello, Frank.
This is a very impressive place you have.
Thank you, thank you.
This fella here
has pretty much kept me in business
since his books took off.
Speaking of which, Frank,
I-I see you have that "Horror Hill"
in the case up there.
Mm-hmm.
I'd like to give that a new home.
It would be my honor.
Mr. Glass.
Oh, my God!
Uh, this is surreal.
I can't believe it's really you.
Uh, would you sign an autograph for me?
Sure.
I always reread the series
before the next movie comes out.
It totally inspires me.
Who, uh -- who should I make this out to?
"To David and Ariel,
the real-life Anjelica and Rafael."
Oh!
The Final Siege" gonna be finished soon?
Uh, hopefully soon, yeah.
William, uh, this card declined.
You're kidding. That -- that's impossible.
This is a Black Card. I don't understand.
Let me get to the bottom of this, all right?
I'm gonna make a phone call right now.
Sorry, Frank. I'll be right back. Okay.
Frank, how much is that comic book?
It's 11. Ooh!
Awesome. No, no.
$11,000.
What? For that?
Yes.
Frank, do you -- do you have any idea, uh,
what the limit is on those Black credit cards?
Afraid I do. $500,000.
What?
A month.
Carl sent the package?
That's what the messenger service said.
And it wasn't easy to get the info.
I had to have drinks with Ned on Thursday.
Why would Carl send something to Dani?
Was he a patient? Not that I know of.
I need you to find out what was in that package.
How?
Get creative.
You maxed out your Black card.
I can't imagine that it's easy
to spend that kind of money on a monthly basis.
Well, I'm looking for things to inspire me.
Okay. What kind of things?
You know, like memorabilia from my movies, books.
There's a lot of that stuff on eBay, you know.
Then there's the, uh, antique sword
from the Ming dynasty.
And, uh...
I don't know. It just adds up.
Maybe I'm a shopaholic, too.
Shopaholic, agoraphobic -- you know,
one more thing and we got ourselves a trifecta, Doc.
Shopaholics shop to relieve stress.
The things they buy have no meaning,
and that is not what you are describing.
Okay, so, no, I don't think that
this is about a shopping addiction.
I think this is about you
doing everything and anything
not to write.
What is it about this book
that is so different from the rest?
Well, it's the end, isn't it?
Maybe I don't want it to end.
It's been part of my life for eight years.
I don't want to disappoint the fans.
But this...
is a lot harder than I thought it was gonna be.
It's like saying goodbye to old friends.
I have an idea.
I want you to write 10 pages for me by the next session
about absolutely anything,
except "Run."
So, Connor McClane.
Must have a damn good reason to shuffle up to Buffalo.
Oh, it was just a hop, skip, and a G-5 jump to get here.
Plus, the steaks in Buffalo -- the best.
Any recommendations?
Yeah. Porterhouse, every time.
And, uh...
You might want to stay away from the King Crab special.
Terrence King.
Not trying to keep me
from getting my fancy, new wide receiver?
No, no, no, I just had
a couple other clients in mind, that's all.
I'm listening.
Jordan Foley from Dallas --
cheaper, but his stats are going up.
Doug Ryburn from San Fran.
All-star. Build a whole team around him.
Ryburn is good.
Foley's damn good, but Terrence King --
that's the real guy for this team.
Jay, you believe in Santa, don't you?
All right, pretend I'm Santa, okay,
and you can have any player you want.
Anyone? Anyone.
Okay. Odell Stewart.
How about someone Santa represents?
That's my bottom line.
Deliver me Odell Stewart,
T.K. can unpack his bags.
All right.
Jasmine, find out who reps Odell Stewart.
You've got five seconds.
Hey.
Packing up my stuff? Uh, yeah.
Ready to go.
You are always one step ahead of me.
I try.
Have a good night, okay?
Thanks. You too.
It doesn't have to be tonight, but...
All right.
What time?
Paloma.
I was just saying good night to Tiffany here.
Good night, Tiffany.
If you need anything, you have my number.
Mm-hmm.
You're working late.
So are you, apparently.
Looks like Tiffany's on the fast track, too.
It's not like that.
Yeah, well, it looks like that.
Don't play innocent, Paloma.
You don't wear it well.
You know what the deal is.
You give me what I want, I give you what you want.
It's pretty simple.
Now...
You have something for me?
Actually, I --
Um...
It's Dani. She forgot something.
She's on her way back.
Paloma?
The package.
Are you sure you left it in your purse?
Of course I'm sure.
And I tore apart my house.
I tore apart my car.
And if it's not here, then I --
Is this what you're looking for?
Where did you find it?
Under the desk.
It must have fallen out of your purse.
Oh, you are a lifesaver.
Thank you, Paloma.
Good night.
Oy.
Sorry for the false alarm.
It's just that I-I can't screw this up.
Understood.
So you have someone that can decode it?
Friday night, your house.
Okay.
Um...
Can you hold on to it till then?
Sure you trust me?
No.
But right now I'm not sure I can trust myself, so...
♪ Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
♪ See, the boy got it bad
♪ Got it real bad
♪ Nobody needs to tell him so
♪ He's been working on a plan for so long now... ♪
Hey.
I'm sorry. Did I wake you?
Yeah.
It's all right, though.
I have to get up anyway.
You sleep okay?
C-Mac's gone AWOL, I mean...
It's driving me nuts.
I'm a doer, not a waiter.
Well, that's what I like about you.
Or should I say love?
Oh, I know. It just kind of popped out.
Too soon, huh?
Not soon enough.
So, it's official.
We are in love.
Should I issue a press release?
No, I'm joking.
Mm. Shoot.
I got to get going.
I have three meetings today back to back.
Hate when you leave, but love watching you go.
Hey, sorry, no, that's mine.
God, my phone has been ringing off the hook.
Hey, Rachel.
Yeah, we're confirmed.
My assistant said this was a dire emergency,
so someone I actually give a crap about better be dying.
My bad -- I told them
our test results came back positive,
and he wanted me to share the happy news with you in person.
Not the sharpest knife, that kid.
What do you want, Connor?
I need your help.
I need Terrence King to become a free agent.
You realize he's your client.
Yes. And Odell Stewart is your client.
So you want Odell to go to Buffalo instead of T.K.
Well, they're prepared to give him
the multi-year deal you're looking for, a signing bonus.
It's fascinating how you manage
to do your job and mine.
Let me guess. You want my commission, too?
A simple yes would suffice.
Well, you're going to have to sweeten the pot.
Huh. Want me to stir a little honey into the deal, huh?
That's what I'm saying.
How about I give you...
Caleb Jones?
The agent?
He already works for me.
Are you serious?
I offered him double what you're paying.
Big agency, bigger perks.
Hot shot like him -- not gonna be able to say no.
When was he planning on telling me?
I don't know.
About 20 minutes...
...give or take.
What's this?
Forget 10 pages. That's 75.
That is fantastic! I knew that you could --
of my brand-new novel.
What do you mean your new novel?
My writer's block is cured.
You should have seen it, Doc. My fingers were flying.
How do you think your publishers are gonna react to this?
Aren't you happy for me?
I finally feel free
for the first time in like nine months.
This is not freedom. This is avoidance.
I thought that Raphael and Anjelica
would be together forever.
You can write whatever end you want for them.
You don't understand.
No end can do "Run" justice.
If I can't do it well, I'm not gonna do it.
I'm not gonna do it at all.
Tell Connor to tell my publisher
that if they want an end to the "Run" series,
they've got to write it themselves.
What? I can't do it.
It can't be done.
Oh, my God.
Odell Stewart traded to Buffalo
in a move that surprised insiders.
Rumors had Terrence King I.D.'d to make the move upstate.
You are a son of a bitch, McClane.
Hey, Coach, thanks for stopping by.
You ready to open that bottle of scotch now?
You may have won the battle, but you lost the war.
Oh, yeah? Why is that?
'Cause I'm not cutting him.
You get me something I want,
or T.K. sits on the bench for the rest of the year.
Really? You're gonna deactivate him just to spite me?
You're serious?
As a fat kid on Halloween.
All right, what do you want?
First-round draft pick, top 15 --
one of those fat boys I can plug in to my defensive line.
Trade deadline's in 21 hours.
Chop-chop.
All right. We got 21 hours to move a mountain.
Get ahold of Philly, Miami, and Dallas.
Yeah. Who are you calling?
God.
We need a miracle.
Will Odell Stewart be the man
to bring Buffalo back to his past glory?
Ooh, he loves her.
Oh, that's just one headline.
"T.K. loves She-K."
I don't think your eyes would shine this bright
if I bought you diamonds.
Well, I guess there's only one way to find out.
Rumors are his most recent off-field issues motivated...
Hm.
But both Buffalo and New York officials
are neglecting to comment.
Sheera,
if you say no...
I'll never bring this up again.
But did you...
Leak that tape of us?
What?!
Okay, whoa.
T.K., where is this coming from?
But, I mean, once it's out there,
it's, you know, not like I'm running from it.
Whole empires have been made on sex tapes,
so why hide from it?
Well, you're definitely not hiding.
But I did ask you a question.
God. Listen. No -- no, hey, listen.
I would never have done this, I swear,
if I thought for one second
that it was gonna hurt your career.
I did it for us, okay?
I did it for She-K.
You and I -- we are an "it" couple now.
We're like -- like the next Kanye and Kim, okay?
We are dominating social media.
This is a good thing. People know us now.
People know who you are now.
They already knew who I was for a long time.
And now they know a hell of a lot more about me
than I wanted them to, thanks to you.
T.K.
T.K., baby, wait.
I'm sorry.
Wait, stop. Can we just --
can we talk about this tomorrow?
There's nothing to talk about.
All right, let me lay this out for you.
I'd like you to part with Norris for a draft pick.
Jerry, it's a win-win situation.
Keep them coming.
All right, Jerry, we got a deal?
Look, Paulie, you're a beautiful man,
but this is an ugly deal.
Yeah. All right.
Okay. I got it.
How about that tank, Chalmers?
Yeah, that's what I'm saying -- Norris for Chalmers.
Norris for Chalmers. Yeah.
All right, Chalmers for Pinkelton
and a third-round draft choice.
Yeah, look, I'm trying to help you here.
I mean, you started with a kiwi,
and I'm giving you three papayas.
It's a fruit analogy.
I can put together Taylor and Chalmers
for the first-round pick.
Okay, you better think fast. I got a lot of balls in the air.
Trade deadline's coming up quick.
Okay, thank you.
All right.
- Hey! - Hey!
We got every G.M. in the league calling,
reporters knocking down the door.
Where are we, pal?
This Terrence King deal has a lot of moving parts.
So, you turned the league upside down
for Terrence King? Mm-hmm.
To show that we still got it.
And? Do we?
Last piece of the puzzle right across the Hudson.
New Jersey.
Well, that's never gonna happen.
The owner of the Bobcats hates you
thanks to your weekend getaway with his daughter.
Who, for the record, was 26.
Sure. And who likes me so much
that she just told her father
that her favorite football player is Mr. Terrence King.
And how much did that cost you?
Three days in Belize.
Mm.
New Jersey's on line one.
Boom!
With two hours to spare.
Yes?
Hello, sir. Yes.
Thank you so much for taking my call.
Oh, I think you're gonna be happy.
Two initials -- T.K.
What does she mean to you?
What does Anjelica mean to me?
What, is this book group all of a sudden?
Doesn't matter anyway. I'm not writing the book.
They can sue me, torch me, whatever.
I'm done with "Run."
You said that putting the book to bed was like...
saying goodbye to an old friend.
Is Anjelica based on a real person?
How do you know that?
I didn't.
It was just a hunch.
A girl I knew in high school, Angie --
she was beautiful,
smart, kind.
Barely knew I existed.
But we never spoke.
Nothing risked, nothing lost.
So you started writing stories,
escaping into a world
where...her rejection wouldn't be a threat.
The perfect cure for a socially awkward boy.
Hmm.
You said that no woman
would be a mistress to all this.
Have there been relationships
that have lasted any period of time?
Okay.
No.
I haven't had very many real relationships.
Maybe I like being alone.
Do you?
Writing the finale is not about
the horror of a blank page, William.
You are in love with Anjelica.
That's ridiculous.
Listen.
The -- the -- the Ming dynasty sword --
it protected Anjelica
in "Blood Vanity," the third book.
The comic book that you tried to buy --
it belonged to her in "Bridge Into Death."
You are not obsessed with shopping.
You are obsessed with Anjelica.
She's all I have.
William...
you are exhibiting signs
of avoidant personality disorder.
It's where people avoid intimate relationships
at any cost for fear of rejection.
And often they turn to fantasy
to escape their reality.
You just described my entire life.
Your entire life... so far.
You and I can work together,
and you can have a normal life.
But you need to finish Anjelica's story
before you can begin your own.
It's funny -- all the different things
that people find scary, eh?
So I guess I can call off the search party.
You don't text. You don't drunk-dial.
I've been really busy, okay?
I can barely keep up with the job.
About the job.
It seems your enthusiasm is waning a bit.
Look, I just think that work is complicated.
You know, maybe we should keep it simple,
like it was before.
Hmm.
Maybe the fast track isn't for you after all.
What is all of this?
It looks like a list of contributions
V3 Foundation made to charities last year.
Well, Carl was in charge of all of that.
Whoa.
Looks like V3 made
some pretty generous donations.
Carl said there were eight charities
V3 donated to. Mm-hmm.
This lists nine.
The ninth being this children's hospital.
Grand Cayman.
Cayman Islands.
Well, I'm no expert,
but isn't that where people launder money?
Carl wasn't stealing money from V3.
He was moving it.
The question now is for who? And why?
Ah.
You really know how to make an entrance.
Maybe an exit.
Meaning?
Meaning I just came to say goodbye and thank you.
For what?
You know, you never give up on your clients,
and you haven't given up on me,
even though I'm gone.
But that doesn't stop me from feeling guilty.
No.
I'm the one with the guilt.
I did some bad things.
Make it right, Doc.
Finish what I started.
Carl, I'm trying.
I'm really trying.
Carl?
♪ There's a ghost in my house
♪ But nobody believes me
♪ There's a spirit in the dark
♪ That only I can see
I don't know what's worse --
getting my football heart ripped out
or ripping out my heart heart.
Well, can't help you in the romance department,
but I might be able
shock the love of the game back into you.
How do you feel about New Jersey this time of year?
Jersey? Seriously?
Isn't that with Coach -- Hello, Terrence.
Purnell?
You ready to play some football?
Hell yeah!
Welcome to the Bobcats.
We're gonna kick Wiznewski's Napoleonic ass
back to the Isle of Elba.
Hey.
I hear you kicked the writer's block right out of Glass.
Nice work.
Thanks.
Turned in 25 pages to the publishers,
which was a good faith move,
to keep the barbarians at the gate for a while.
I'm glad to hear it.
You okay, Santino?
I'm just having trouble
shaking the ghost of Carl.
Well, we're all haunted by what happened,
but we got to keep moving forward.
Carl's story's over.
We're all still here.
Right.
Life sure is a page-turner, isn't it?
Yes.
And I can't wait to see what happens next.
That's the fun of it.
Carry on.
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man