(About a super exclusive speakeasy) Personally, I don't get the appeal. 20 bucks for a specialty drink? Give me a beer and call it a day, thanks.
S9 E10The Real McCoy
This isn't gonna work out.
What?
It's been a fun few months and you're cute and all and... mildly intellectually stimulating, but if you're gonna insist on being a morning person... then...
(Laughs) Oh, way to give a guy a heart attack.
(Both chuckle and kiss)
I would actually love to stimulate you with my mild intellect, but, uh... (They kiss) Uh... Oh, I can't believe I'm saying this right now. I-I gotta go. You have no idea how much I hate myself (They kiss) No idea.
Where are you going?
Um, Hyperion House. It's... it's a nursing home that I sometimes volunteer at.
Okay, now I'm overcome with regret. I knew you were one of the good ones.
Not many friendships survive going into business together.
We had our moments.
You know that kid?
I thought maybe it was my son. I don't know why. He never visits. I wouldn't either, I guess. Place is disgusting. You're a good brother, Brian.
I'm...
No one else visits me, just you.
Petty theft, armed robbery, burglary.
You were pinched five years ago for third-degree robbery. You're out of prison for a week and you're already back at it?
I don't know what you guys are talking about.
I'll paint you a picture.
It's a pretty good theory.
A theory supported by the fact that we have your blood on our victim's watch.
Theory sound more like fact now?
What kind of place refuses business just 'cause I don't look the part?
It doesn't sound like your kind of joint.
You're behind this, aren't you, Adam? I should have known! Always trying to ruin things for me!
You know who I am?
Of course I do.
Look, I got a call from the cops saying they found you. I'm just gonna take you home.
That's where I was trying to go before you had me hauled off. You did this!
I didn't do anything!
(To Adam) You are such a disappointment! Always have been, always will be. A good-for-nothing! Trying to put me away, huh? Trying to hurt me. I haven't seen you for years, and this is when you show up? This is how you repay me?
What's going on? Is that guy okay?
Yeah. No. My dad has Alzheimer's.
What did you say?
He's my dad.
Hey, Jo. Turns out you were right.
Oh, I love those three words.
Cotton, indigo, foil, boric acid. Trace that Sid collected from the wound of our vic.
Okay. Uh, cotton and indigo... sounds like denim. Foil... but boric acid?
Okay, usually used as an antiseptic, insecticide, flame-retardant, lubricant.
Any number of things.
(Joking) Uh! I expected so much more from you.
You know, you remind me of my boy? Sweet. But, uh... a little soft. I try to toughen him up. Yeah.
Who am I?
What kind of question is that?
It's so frustrating, how I... I have you for five minutes, and then I lose you again. Who am I? Say my name.
Brian.
(Faking an English accent) I'd like a martini, shaken, not stirred.
Yeah, and preferably one with ethanol.
Not that I don't like an excuse to come see you, babe, but what's up?
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