Previously on Original Sin...
Harry's all I've got,
and you tried to take him away from me.
My first trophies.
I didn't know it then, but it would end up
being a terrible mistake.
How much can I get for these?
Earrings are fake.
I can't give you anything for them.
Hey, if you don't want those earrings,
- can I have them? - Knock yourself out.
- Deb. - Dude!
Get the fuck out of here!
I used to make fun
of you, but that in there, that was, wow.
We've been unable to flip any of the Colombians,
so we need a new way in.
Someone who can move up, get an audience with Estrada.
Find someone you can trust.
Uh, that is my son Brian.
This little angel's Dexter.
Hello, Dexter.
So many killers still on the street,
free to do it again.
So, you knew him?
He borrowed money from the wrong guy.
Scumbag named "Handsome" Tony Ferrer.
So, Ferrer goes to Rene's house,
put a gun next to his head, fired,
told him that if he didn't have his money by Friday,
the next bullet was gonna be in his skull.
After Ferrer left,
Rene saw that the bullet went through the wall
and hit his mom in the head.
She died instantly.
Hey, Sarge, have you heard about Judge Powell's kid?
Reported missing.
Hello? Can I go home?
This heinous act,
the abduction
and mutilation of a defenseless child
is not only an assault on this family,
it is an attack on the entire city of Miami.
Jimmy was last seen walking
to Saint Theresa Catholic School alone,
Thursday at 7 a.m.
A finger in a box.
It should've excited me.
The close-up work of a fellow monster.
But a child's finger...
Hey. You okay, son?
I'm fine.
Harry was worried it would bring up my past,
unearth buried trauma.
All I knew was...
I wanted blood.
Investigators are currently canvassing
the surrounding neighborhoods, seeking witnesses.
If anyone has information,
please contact the tip hotline.
Have there been any demands
from whoever did this?
No messages at all.
That's because the finger was the message.
It would take about seven pounds of pressure
to cut through a bone of this diameter.
A child's bone.
Clean cut. No hesitation.
Probably used something spring-loaded.
Pruning shears.
And whoever did this is accustomed to violence.
Judge Powell has a long history of coming down hard
on the cartels.
Could this be retaliation?
We're looking at everything.
While this act is incomprehensible to all of us,
no one feels Jimmy's loss more deeply than his family.
We want to assure the Miami community
we are doing everything we can to resolve this case.
And we will bring this perpetrator to justice.
To the individual responsible, I will not stop
until Jimmy has been safely returned to his family.
If you do not release him,
you will pay the ultimate price.
Did you hear?
Scout from FSU's gonna be at the tournament games.
No shit?
Now I have to make playoff captain.
Mm-hmm.
That would basically seal my scholarship.
Twat.
I can't believe that's your competition.
It's really bullshit.
Mopped the courts with her ass all season,
- and coach knows it. - Yeah, well,
when Daddy's buying the uniforms...
We all know what's up, though. The girls will vote for you.
Not with Tiff doing a full-court press.
She's having a pool party this weekend
while her parents are in Aspen.
Fucking lame. Should we crash?
Drop a deuce in her hot tub?
Fuck that. I ain't kissing the ring.
Slasher movie night at my place instead?
Hells yeah.
Wait, so no coke?
Thought you said your brother had the hookup.
He did, but his friend's dry.
I'll have plenty of booze, though.
I can get coke.
Horror movie night at my place?
- Cool. - Awesome.
Wasn't your dad, like,
a literal narc?
It's cool if you're scared.
You scared?
How in the hell are you gonna score coke?
Fuck if I know.
Good morning, everyone,
my name is Ricki Spadaccini and I am reporting live from...
No communication from the kidnappers.
No ransom. No demands.
Definitely feels like retribution.
I'm sure Powell's made his share of enemies
during his career.
Yeah, Missing Suspects has a slog ahead of them.
The suspect list must be, like, a mile long.
Well, let's just pray this doesn't
end up at Homicide, gentlemen.
We also have people here
from San Diego.
Oh, uh... You guys carry on.
I got this one.
Watch and learn, boys.
Do you work here?
Uh, yeah. Forensics.
Uh, he works over there, but I can help you.
Detective Batista. Angel.
Though the name's a misnomer.
Where's my desk?
Hmm? What's that?
Detective Maria LaGuerta.
I work here now, and I don't
- fraternize with colleagues. - Oh.
Well.
There she is, the woman of the hour.
I see you all met Maria LaGuerta.
You know, typically, I'd say a few words of introduction,
but better to introduce you with your own words, and I quote,
from the Miami Herald,
"Miami Metro has let a number of homicide cases
slip through the cracks.
Mainly drug users, sex workers
and the homeless.
They're known internally as N.H.I.s,
'no human involved.'
Needless to say,
there needs to be a reckoning.
No one life has more value than the next."
So, the commissioner has sent her here
to clean things up.
Thank God.
- Mm. - So, did you forget your little
crusader cape in the car?
What can I say?
I don't back down from the difficult questions.
Well, that is funny, because before yesterday,
no one was asking those questions.
My point exactly.
Back to work, everybody.
So, since you have a hard-on for cold cases, Maria,
there's a pile of paperwork over there
that needs transcribing for the new electronic database.
It's "Detective," Captain.
Uh, what's his deal?
Why is he so mad?
Eh, she took it outside of the family.
Us cops, we look out for our own.
"Look out for our own."
I was dying to.
Starting with taking care of Batista's one-that-got-away,
Tony Ferrer.
Yeah.
- Hi. - Hey.
I, uh...
saw the press conference this morning.
Pretty sick bastard who'd do that thing to a kid.
A fucking ballsy fucker.
- Mm-hmm. - A judge's kid?
Hmm.
Becca and I go back with the Powells.
Our kids play Little League together.
Oh, I forgot, uh, you got a trial date
for that piece of shit Levi Reed,
- your home invasion killer. - Not a day too soon.
His girlfriend, she give you anything?
She was so fucking high,
she didn't even know what day of the week it was.
- It's gonna be a slam dunk. - Ah.
- Do me a favor, close the door. - Yes, sir.
Keep an eye on the new detective.
Maria.
I don't trust her.
- I gathered. - She's a climber.
She wanted a spot on Homicide,
smeared us in the press and forced me to hire her.
- If she slips up... - I'll come directly to you.
Precisely.
Tony Ferrer.
"Handsome" Tony.
Preyed upon people in his own community.
Lent them money they could never repay,
then got rid of them after he'd wrung them dry.
Hey. Mira.
Looks like you and your alligator shoes
will be busy for a while.
Rule number two of the code...
never kill an innocent.
The man liked to indulge himself.
Jai alai. Tomorrow.
Honey, I'm home.
Hmm.
Honey, I'm home.
Polly want a killer?
Do you want to come in?
Pretty bird.
Tony was a man who loved to keep people indebted to him.
Years of payments. No end in sight.
They'd never be free.
Isabella and Luis.
Paid in full?
Or paid dearly?
Isabella. Bingo.
Address matched.
Left for work at Mama's Bakery one night and never returned.
Her family reported her missing...
Luis. Died of sepsis from two untreated broken legs.
Broken legs. The kind of thing you get
when you're consistently late with payments.
I hadn't found Ferrer's gun, but one thing was clear:
Borrowing from "Handsome" Tony was risky business.
Hey, you wouldn't know where I could score a fake ID?
You know who you're talking to?
I'm like the da Vinci of identity fraud.
Don't worry, Tanya can't hear us.
Twenty bucks.
Uh, I only have ten.
Hmm.
Which means you owe me. Big-time.
Be prepared to pay the piper, my friend.
Write down your info.
What do you need this for, uh, "Patrick Bateman"?
Why not Dexter Morgan?
Dad's a cop. Same last name.
I get caught, he looks bad.
What, you planning on committing a crime or something?
No. Uh, just trying to party tonight.
Got to be of age.
I had no idea you liked to get down.
You and me, Titty Tuesdays next week.
Half-priced lap dances at Stir Crazy.
Sounds...
Terrible.
fun.
Masuka, stop inviting people to Titty Tuesday.
No one wants to go.
Guess she can hear us. Oopsie.
Congratulations, Patrick. You're 24.
Great. Breakfast for dinner again.
None of that turkey bacon bullshit, thank you.
I'm gonna change. I smell like ass.
Hey, Dex.
I haven't seen you since, like, what, Andy's party?
Yep.
Hear you're a cop now. That mean you wear a uniform?
Not a cop. An intern.
In forensic pathology.
Those earrings.
Where'd you get them?
Deb gave them to me.
You like?
Very much. Uh...
Shit, Dex! Knock much?
Get the fuck out of my room.
You stole my earrings.
What're you gonna do with them, anyway?
It's not like you have a girlfriend.
You wouldn't know your dick from your ear.
You guys...
- You guys? - Get them back for me. Now.
Okay. I can help you get them back.
If you do something for me.
I need coke for my party this weekend.
Can you hook that up for me?
No way.
Then consider your little earrings gone for good.
Guys, really.
Okay, fine. I'll help you.
Sweet. Grab me after practice tomorrow,
and we'll handle everything.
Wait. Was he talking about me?
Hey, Dex, you feeling all right?
- You haven't touched your food. - Huh?
Your food.
Dad, still working a double this weekend?
Yeah, honey. Why?
Mind if I have some girls from the team over?
Pizza, movies, nothing crazy.
Yeah, sounds great. Sure.
So, I, uh, noticed you and Sofia...
admiring each other.
- Huh? - At dinner.
I get it, she's cute.
- Oh. Uh... - You gonna ask her out?
The gift and curse of having
a detective for a father.
Uh, no, that isn't...
I wasn't...
She's wearing my earrings.
What do you mean "your earrings"?
Nurse Mary's earrings.
That I took from her, after...
What?
Well, I hid them in my room.
Deb must've been snooping.
And then she gave them to Sofia, which is...
Those earrings are evidence.
What is the first goddamn rule of the code?
Don't get caught.
Why did you take them?
I wanted to remember.
Remember what?
The kill.
Oh, my God.
They're trophies.
That's sick.
Everything we're doing...
The code, all of it, is to make sure
you are different from the people that you killed.
You don't need that kind of thing.
Remembering helps me...
keep my urges at bay.
No. No, no, no. It's too risky, okay?
You get those earrings back, and you get rid of them.
- Are we clear? - Crystal.
All right, get out of here.
Uh, hey, I, uh...
was gonna go out tonight.
Really? Where?
Jai alai. There's a big match.
Should be intense.
Jai alai? I can't even get you to watch football.
Stumbled across it, and it sparked my interest.
Okay.
Fine, it's about time you had some other distractions.
Thanks, Dad.
I haven't worn a suit since my grandmother's funeral.
What's with the getup?
Well, we have a list
of high-end buyers we want to take down.
You'll be selling to them, so...
you have to look like money.
Here for Dr. Morrison.
A bit more discretion, huh?
When you get the cash, you bring it back here,
we'll mark it.
This way, we know everyone who's touched it,
all the way up the ladder.
Speaking of the ladder,
the farther and faster you get us to the top of it,
to Estrada to be exact,
the sooner this city is safe from animals just like him.
Get in, get out quickly.
Keep the conversation about business.
No chitchat.
And remember why you're doing this.
We kept you out of jail.
Got you home to your kids.
Now you're gonna help us
take down these motherfuckers.
To the backcourt. Make that cortada go.
He fires deep, looking for the chula.
Oh! Nice save by Josjuan.
Manolo now takes it to the front court.
Fires the carom.
Fumbles there.
Manolo makes an incredible catch and fires.
Killer game.
Who you betting on?
I don't gamble.
Me, neither.
Just here for the sportsmanship.
You play?
I wish.
Spectator only.
There are more jai alai frontons
in Florida than anywhere the world.
Interesting.
- Oh! - Oh, shit!
You see that? The ball almost knocked his head off!
Rubber, linen, and two layers of hardened goat skin.
That's what the ball's made of.
Uh, nice shoes.
Alligator. Custom.
Like butter, only softer.
Too rich for my blood.
Work hard, play hard.
Sorry, I didn't catch your name.
- Patrick. - Patrick.
Nice chatting with you.
- I'm gonna make... - Wait.
How do they keep score in jai alai?
Huh?
You're not here for the game.
How much you need?
All right.
Guilty.
My buddy, Jorge Ruiz,
said you could lend me some cash.
Handsome Tony, right?
I need 300.
Next time, shoot straight, huh?
Is this for dope?
- Uh... - 'Cause I don't lend to junkies.
No, f-for a job interview.
I need a new suit.
And gas.
And shoes.
Shoes make the man.
Let's make it an even 500, huh?
The vig is ten percent.
The first payment is due Friday
at Ernie's Taproom,
8 p.m.
Miss a payment and it's ten percent more each week.
Are we good?
Great.
No extensions.
No exceptions. ¿Comprendes?
I understand.
Yeah?
Identification, please.
This is how I know who I'm dealing with.
And how you know who you're dealing with.
Oh, I know who I'm dealing with.
Hope you get that job, Mr. Bateman.
You'll be the first to know.
You never did tell me why you have such a hard-on
for those earrings.
Why do you need 'em back so bad?
They have sentimental value.
"Sentimental value"?
Bullshit.
You used your high school diploma as a coaster.
Come on.
Where'd you get them?
Dex?
I got them for Mom.
For Mother's Day.
- But... - Oh.
Well, trust me.
This is the move.
Get Sofia a new pair.
She won't even remember those.
Fine, but what if she thinks I like her?
That's the point, doof.
Think about how much fun it'll be.
Going on double dates together.
My brother and my bestie.
Of course, I'll have to bag a boyfriend of my own first.
Ooh. How about these?
What is she, four?
Put a little thought into it.
Right there.
Her birthstone.
What's that?
You know, each month of the year has its own gemstone.
It's kind of like the Zodiac.
The Zodiac? Geez, read a book, why don't you?
Like, I'm a Sagg, which means I'm passionate
and free-spirited and I don't mince words.
Sounds right.
Fuck you.
You're an Aquarius, which means
you're creative and smart.
Well, I guess they don't always hit the mark.
Here we go.
Sofia was born in December.
turquoise.
Good to have them wrapped.
Whoa.
Where'd you get that?
I'm a working man now.
Shit.
Who knew filing blood and jizz was such great money?
Here you go. All set.
What's really in this for you?
Why do you want me and Sofia together so much?
Like I said, you're weird,
but I have fun hanging.
Do you even remember the last time
we were shopping here together?
- No. - Well, I'll give you a hint.
I was three, and Santa was right over there.
Okay.
We'll see how this goes.
Fucking great, that's how.
Now...
I did my part.
You're squared away.
Time to return the favor.
You said you'd help me buy coke.
Real coke, not pawn off some fake shit.
Technically, I said I'd help you.
And if your friends think it's coke...
it's coke.
Caffeine Boost and benzocaine?
Same effect.
You better be fucking right.
I was pre-med, remember?
Hand me that knife.
More caffeine.
So, what's all this about anyway?
You don't do cocaine.
Not that you would get it,
but this party's a score for me.
The girls will finally be at my place,
and they'll vote me playoff captain.
And Tiff can eat a dick.
- Sergeant Morgan? - Uh, Harry, please.
I just finished entering the cold-case files
into the electronic database.
I was thinking I could head into Overtown.
See if I can find some witnesses.
- For your N.H.I. - You are fast.
Would've taken me three days to enter all that data.
Took a computer night course.
Change with the times or become obsolete, right?
Yeah.
I could use a coffee. You?
So I, uh, I heard you came over from El Barrio.
Rough, hell of a training ground.
Yep, did eight years as a uni.
Last two as a detective.
Narcotics.
I know a thing or two about that path.
Couldn't have been easy, being a woman.
How do you take it?
- Just black. - Hmm.
I can hold my own, yeah.
I come from a family of fighters.
Besides, whining can be so...
pedestrian.
Don't you think?
Bit of advice?
It's admirable
that you've made homicides
at the bottom of the board your mission,
but it's not quite as simple
as you made it out to the press.
Homicide has to allocate its resources
to crimes it can actually solve.
It's not malicious.
Just common-sense policing.
I understand the concept of triage.
But the cases on the top of that board
all have one thing in common.
The victims are white.
If a Black boy was kidnapped
in Little Haiti, do you think they would hold
a press conference at the courthouse steps?
A dead drug user might not be breaking news,
but there was still a murder.
And Raul Martinez was still someone's son.
Look, you want to go canvass Overtown, be my guest.
My partner and I, we already worked the area.
Let me tell you what you'll hear:
"I didn't see a thing."
Respectfully...
that's what you heard.
I'll report back.
Oh. Hey.
Hey.
Okay, so...
sold the last ounce.
Now what?
You get a beer.
Then we start phase two.
You re-up with your regular guy, Alfredo.
He starts getting nosy about the boom in business,
you tell him you've cornered a new market.
Back so soon?
Took Joe twice as long to move half as much.
I'm more agile without the dead weight.
I'll take three times my usual.
I don't know if I could do that.
No?
Then get me a meeting with someone who can.
Learning when to take your shot...
and when to miss was always something I was good at.
Side pocket.
Tough break, kid.
Job interview, huh?
Where's my cash?
Uh...
He's got it.
Outside.
Now.
Look, uh,
I-I was just trying to double my money
so I could pay you back.
Get it to you tomorrow and we're good, right?
No big deal?
This look like a big deal to you?
Please. Please, just-just one more day.
I-I won't screw around, just-just don't hurt me.
Oh, my God!
Please don't kill me.
Tomorrow, you pay what you owe,
or I'll shoot you in the eye.
I will. I swear.
You're not trained on that equipment.
I wanted to learn more about ballistics.
Thought I'd use the bullets from an old case
- to teach myself. - Self-starter.
I was too, at your age.
I had to beg for my job as an intern.
And then I spent my time in between coffee runs
sorting semen samples.
That's not a euphemism.
- Didn't think it was. - Anyway,
that was back in the '70s,
you know, when dinosaurs roamed the Earth.
Ah.
I think your magnification might be off. Here.
Try now.
Say when.
Right there.
Hmm. Perfect match.
What does that tell you?
Both bullets were fired by the same gun.
Well done. But next time, ask.
Oh, uh, actually, I've been meaning to tell you,
you were right.
- About what? - The M.E. found
traces of WD-40 on Jimmy Powell's finger.
Rat bastard kidnapper used a multipart garden tool
to cut off the poor kid's finger.
It's a fucked-up world, Dexter.
Glad you're Team Miami Metro.
Just don't ask me for a raise.
The bullets matched.
The code had been satisfied.
Tony deserved to die.
He fired a warning shot at Rene.
The bullet went through the wall and killed his mother.
I figured it was his M.O., and I was right.
Ferrer could have blown your head off, Dexter.
What the hell were you thinking?
Well, I was thinking that I needed to find proof
that Tony fit the code.
Like you taught me to.
Proof that Batista and the rest of Homicide could never find.
And I did.
Why didn't you tell me what you were doing?
I didn't want to stress you with my...
problem.
Not until there was something to report.
I thought it would be enough.
Nurse Mary, the job.
But it isn't?
No.
This thing,
this... hunger
that you have inside of you,
it needs a master.
One wrong move, it all falls apart.
You'll ruin your life, your sister's, mine.
You'll spend the rest of your days in prison,
if you're lucky.
From now on, everything you do,
it goes through me first.
Understood.
So, you really want to do this?
Get rid of Ferrer?
Yeah. Tonight.
If I don't, he'll kill someone else.
Maybe even me.
Do it.
- But I'm coming with you. - What? No.
To make sure there are no mistakes.
You can't handle it, Dad.
It's not you.
This is who I am.
Who I need to be.
We've trained.
I got this.
Okay.
But just be careful, all right?
Do everything the way we practiced.
No shortcuts.
And no fucking trophies.
Did you get Nurse Mary's earrings back?
The plan's in motion.
Go on.
Go.
Okay. What you pick up on this wire,
we'll present in court
when we make our case against Estrada.
I don't think I can do this.
You have to do this, Laura.
Not just because of our arrangement,
but because...
what you're doing here is good.
You're making Miami safer for everyone.
For your boys.
Come on, you've already done the hard part.
You've got these guys eating out of your hand.
Just stay cool.
Business as usual.
Okay.
If this is good shit,
you'll be hearing from me again.
You won't be disappointed.
Adjust...
Thank you for driving all this way, Ms. Moser.
It's been a pleasure, Councilman Aldana.
Call me Carlos.
Carlos.
Potholes on my street
and this cabrón is spending my tax dollars on blow.
We should clip his ass right now.
Soon, but not yet.
Got to keep our eyes on the prize.
Hector Estrada.
What the fuck?
- Oh, shit. - Who's that?
Get in the fucking car, now.
Uh...
- Yep. - All right.
Don't let them get away. Come on.
Go, go, go, go, go.
All right, they're just three cars up.
- You see them? - Yeah, I got them. I got them.
You clean up nice.
Get your hands off me.
Shit, they're gonna find her wire.
Hey. I said get your fucking hands off of me.
You want a better look, asshole?
It came to my attention that you've been
very industrious as of late.
Is this a congratulatory meeting?
Your boyfriend Joe got clipped by the cops.
Shit.
How the fuck did you skate?
Bruised ribs and a chipped tooth didn't hurt.
Pigs love a damsel in distress.
Mom of two, punching bag to a junkie ex-con.
What was I gonna do?
Tell Joe no?
What's with the increased demand?
Been selling to higher-end clientele.
Doctors, lawyers.
Big-money shit, instead of selling to lowlives
like Joe did.
And how did you acquire such
distinguished clientele?
I used to bartend. Plenty of high rollers
like yourself in VIP.
Get the fuck out of the way!
Bartending? Whereabouts?
- Come on. - Come on, move it!
I could move even more if you'd stop rationing it out.
- Let's go. - All right, go, go, go.
Shit!
You didn't answer my question.
- I'm calling for backup. - Laura can hold her own.
Come on, she's alone out there.
- H-Hey. - She's alone.
She'll get it done.
I got big cheese pizza, lemon-pepper wings
and Mrs. Fields cookies.
Booyah. These girls are gonna cream themselves.
Not to mention your appetizer.
We need a mirror and razor blades.
That's how they do it on Miami Vice.
Fuck yeah. Be right back.
Oh.
Hey, Dex.
Thank you for hooking us up
with those party favors. You really saved our asses.
Oh. Glad I could help.
What's that?
Uh, this is for you.
For me?
Yeah, that's your, uh...
Oh, my birthstone. How did you know?
Give these back to Deb.
What do you think?
Good.
Yeah. Really...
blue, green, turquoise.
First arrivals.
Boss Bitch Morgan on the campaign trail.
Let's fucking go.
- Welcome in, ladies! - Hey!
- Wow. - Ladies, come over here.
- That is beautiful. - Oh, thank you, thank you.
Please.
Are you ladies ready to party?
Wow, Dani.
Whoo! That's some pure shit!
Oh, hell yeah.
Good looking out for your friends, Morgan.
You want to get in on this?
Two steps ahead of you.
Got to go...
take out the trash.
Okay, your turn.
Dex!
Running off?
I didn't even get to thank you...
- properly. - Huh.
God, you are so fucking sexy.
- Uh... - What?
Oh, my God, do I have Cheeto breath?
No.
No, your breath is... good.
Uh, I just have to go run an errand.
Now.
Okay.
Um...
Uh-huh.
Hello?
Please, I wanted...
Sólo un semestre más.
Sigue adelante.
Obtenga su licencia de enfermería.
No para tu bebé
sino para ti.
I'll get you a list of shelters within the hour.
Gracias, Maria. De verdad.
A witness for your Overtown N.H...
The Martinez case.
So, you got somebody to talk?
I did.
Um, the witness saw
a black and gold Pontiac Grand Am.
Didn't get the plates.
- It's a crumb, but... - It's good work, Detective.
What can I do to help? You want me
to compile a list of vehicles that match the description?
Thanks, but I've got it covered.
Hmm.
Still nothing?
Shit. You know what? I-I'm going after her.
Bobby, I know,
I don't care, she's been gone too long.
I want you to put out a BOLO.
Yeah...
Scratch that. She's here.
Oh, God.
I was sick to my stomach.
Oh, fuck.
Listen, I'm-I'm sorry,
I-I shouldn't have left you alone, that was a mistake,
- I should've... - We're in.
I got a meeting with Zenny.
Oh, God. Attagirl!
Hey, um,
I'm sorry about Joe.
I-I didn't know that he put his hands on you.
It was bullshit.
Chipped my tooth in fourth grade.
Pogo stick.
Um, I should get you home.
Your boys are probably worried about you.
The babysitter's with them for another hour...
No, I think, I think we should go.
Honey, I'm home!
¿Mija? Where'd you go?
Coño, mi amor.
How the fuck did you get out?
Honey, I'm home!
Find yourself a new home, honey.
B-Bateman?
I've never been big into sports, but I got to admit,
great way to let off steam.
No, no! Jesus.
Let's talk about the people you hurt.
The ones you sucked dry.
Luis.
Isabella.
Rene.
I didn't kill him.
No, but you killed his mother.
And then he killed himself.
Left bullet is from Rene's mother's head.
Right bullet, you fired at my head.
- From the same gun. - No, no.
You're wrong. You're wrong about this.
You know this thing can travel at 180 miles per hour?
Could take your head clean off.
Okay, okay, okay.
There were some people I had to deal with.
But what was I gonna do? Let them...
Let them spit in my face?
No!
Hello?
Help!
Hey, hey, who's that?
Hey! Come on, man.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?
Making sure you never hurt anyone again.
Hurt anyone? No, no.
Look, I-I gave those people an opportunity.
A chance at the American dream.
A chance to make something of themselves, like I did.
And what did they do?
They piss it away on drugs, booze, gambling.
Because they're weak,
spineless...
Oh, shit.
Everyone has vices, Tony.
Some of us are just big enough to admit it.
Okay, wait, wait, wait. All right.
How much?
Whatever you want, huh? I can get the cash.
You know I'm good for it, huh?
Unfortunately, unlike you...
I've got an itch that money can't scratch.
No, no...
Handsome Tony, indeed.
It was a strange feeling after my second kill.
Like sitting in the gap
between who I was and who I was becoming.
Alligators eating alligator shoes.
Circle of life.
Debt paid.
So, the earrings, huh?
Told you.
Oh, yeah.
A little gratitude, maybe?
I scored you a hot girlfriend.
Way hotter than you could ever pull on your own.
My little chicky has flown the nest.
Sofia's... nice.
Oh, by the way,
thanks for being cool in front of the girls.
I know I give you shit, but I'm sure there are
lamer big brothers out there.
Thanks, Deb.
You want that? You haven't eaten a bite.
I probably won't eat until Tuesday.
If my heart doesn't explode first from that shit you made.
So, you don't want it?
It's all yours.
I know you're still hungry.
Always.