[Mr. Boss holds up a toy train to his henchman]
Here it is, boys. The Great Northern Railway's premiere passenger train, the Empire Builder. When this baby's whistle blows, I might, too.
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Look, man, you cannot tell Mr. Du Clark that I let you in. I'm begging you. Say it was Rob Thomas. You cannot believe the crap that guy gets away with.
[Don E. gets a gun pulled on him by Mr. Boss's henchmen Kenny]
Just make it quick. One to the head, bam, like Chief there. No throat-slitting, gut shot nonsense. I can't handle pain, man. [Don E. starts to laugh at Kenny shaking] Are your fricking hands shaking? Damn, son.
My hand's not shaking!
Aw, man. Just move close. It'll make it easier to aim. What? Mr. Boss couldn't send a pro? Am I your first?
Major?
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Uh, Art History. Which is why I'm doing this.
It would've been so sweet if the DA's office had been able to nail Mr. Boss. Life would be all like... [Don E. strumming happily on his banjo instrument] Instead it's all Ken Burns Civil War-y...
[as Don E. starts strumming a sad war tune]
[Don E. is threatened by Mr. Boss's henchmen Kenny]
Now Blaine's dead, and somehow Lucky U is back on the streets. And I'm guessing that he's not the brains behind the operation. Which leaves...
[Don E. begs for his life] Me? I'm a glorified gopher. I'm no one.
So tell me about all the cool stuff your mercenaries will be doing when you pump 'em full of Super Max. They gonna be dodging bullets Keanu Reeves-style, huh?
You know, the thing about private military contractors is that they love gabbing with strangers about what they do.
[Clive leaves Agent Bozzio a voice message]
Hey. It's me again. I have a feeling you're not listening to these messages, but I'm really hoping we can get together and talk, Dale. I wish you could trust I had a good reason to do what I did. Please call me back. I miss you.
Oh, cocktails! Perfect timing. Cellblock Mango, or Convicted Melon? Which would you prefer, Viv?
Vian. I only drink liquor that comes out of a barrel. The way God intended.
Double-fisted it is, then.
Who's ready to have their world rocked? I cannot tell you how much I love this man, okay? His music is ripped from the headlines of my soul. And if his song Real World is not on your cardio playlist, I don't want to know you. Ladies and gentleman, the one, the only, Rob Thomas!
[Major and Liv see Ravi going to bed with Peyton]
I'm guessing we won't be needing this inflatable mattress.
[Blaine returns to Peyton's apartment and finds Ravi knocked out on the ground]
Hey. What the hell happened? Where's our district attorney friend?
They took Peyton, and pistol whipped me.
Personally, I've been toying with the idea of, uh, becoming a bad boy.
Is that right?
Yeah. Start banging my mates' girlfriends, get into strip club fights, tip a few cows.
I can't imagine you doing any of that.
Well, you can't imagine good Ravi cow tipping, but bad Ravi? [Ravi scoffs] He'll knock a broad-arse bovine on her side without a second thought.
[Clive, Liv, and Major exchange weapons in the Max Rager garage]
Let's rock and roll.
Sorry, that's all the firepower I've got.
[Major sees an axe on the wall] There's always 'In case of fire' power.
I want Blaine dead. Dead, dead. And when it's done, cut his head off, bring it to me in a hat box. This is Seattle, not Sleepy Hollow.
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