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| - Aiden Pearce: [Inner monologue] Where is he? Jordi can be a pain to work with, but he’s the devil I know. If things were different, I might be hunting him down – or vice versa. But if he says we’ve got a problem, I need to take it as a massive understatement. I can’t let this survivor ID me or everything is going to spiral out of control. Jordi: Hi. Aiden: Ahhh fuck… Aiden: Jordi, who are they? Jordi: Well… they live here. Aiden: What happened? Jordi: Well, security in these buildings is pretty tight, so people like this feel nice and secure living way up here. I mean, these people just had a simple chain lock on their door. I guess they wanna have a good look at the pizza guy before they open it all the way. Aiden: Alright, fine. Sure. So about this problem– Jordi: That’s why I brought the bolt cutters. He opens the door this much, there’s a chain right there, I slip them in and--snip. And guess what? It's not the pizza guy! Aiden: Jordi. The problem. Let’s deal with it. Jordi: We are dealing with it. We’re in the midst of solutions here Pearce. You don’t appreciate what I do for you. You don’t realize how much I take care of you, do you? Aiden: Really? Do me a favor, let’s get on with it. How much time do we have? Jordi: Not as much as we need. Oh. Remember the stiff from the stadium? He’s not so stiff anymore. The cops’ve got him in Chicago lock-up and, oh! He’s about to walk into an interrogation and point a finger– Jordi: –right at you. Aiden: How did that happen? Jordi: Kick me when I’m down. Look at the view. Jordi: See there? Call went out this morning. Somebody’s paying beaucoup bucks to grab this clown and make him talk. And, one of those guys is running the assignment. Aiden: Well... it seems like me and him need to have a little chat. Jordi: Yeah but this time, don’t do that empty gun thing. Poor Maurice pissed himself after your last show. Aiden: Don’t worry about my methods. Aiden: You know how to use that thing? Jordi: Just get your ass down there, I got you covered. And don’t kill the boss this time time. You kinda need him. Aiden: You think? Jordi: Let’s make this quick, okay? My balcony hosts are moaning and that stuff gives me migraines. I get a migraine, Pearce, and I am useless to you. Aiden: You think you're the only one who wants this done quick? Jordi: How should I know what you want? Aiden: Not big on empathy, are you? Jordi: Not particularly. Aiden: What’s up with this fixer contract? What are they looking for? Jordi: You. Somebody wants the Vigilante big-time. And they’re about to fake a prisoner transfer to bust out the one witness who can ID you. I’ve never seen them gather up this kind of manpower, though. Aiden: They know I’ll try to stop them. Listen--the witness knows my face. If the fixers reach him, if my name gets out there, they’ll come after my family. Aiden: Ahhh. The F word. You’re too sentimental, Pearce. That’s a weakness. Someone’s gonna play that against you one day. Jordi: I’ll cover you where I can, but I can’t see everybody. Alright, let’s do this. Jordi: Oh shit. I know that guy. Aiden: Which one? Jordi: I always forget his name. The guy… with the… ears. Dooley? Dawson? Aiden: Is he a friend? Jordi: I don’t really have friends. Duncan? Might be a B name. Aiden: You have no idea who he is. Jordi: Huh. Guess not. I’m taking him out. Jordi: DOUGLAS!!! Aiden: What? Jordi: That was his name. Douglas! Ahhh shit. It’s too late. Aiden: You shot him. Jordi: I couldn’t remember his name. That sucks, I liked that guy. Had lots of rabbi jokes. Fuck me if I can remember a single one of them. Aiden: Do you think you could enjoy yourself.. a little less? Jordi: Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life. Jordi: He’s all yours. Lance: Hold on… Hold on… stop! Aiden: Who’s assigned to the prison job? Lance: The what? Man, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Aiden: Lance Brenner. How’s the family? Lance: What are you doing? Aiden: I’m asking how your family is. Looks like you’ve got two lives going at once. Family man... Hey, the kids’ll be in college soon. It’s pricey for a union rep. Lance: Fuck you. Aiden: And there’s also this second life. Ghost accounts with a lot of money in them... hey... do you know that your name is tied to a whole bunch of cold cases? Aiden: I bet the cops would love a chat. Lance: Okay hold on...you want a piece of the cash? I can cut you in-- Aiden: You're wasting my time. Lance: Alright ALRIGHT! Fuck. The prison job...it’s Angelo Tucci, he’s running a convoy. It’s too late. You’ll never find him. Aiden: Who says I want him? I bet he’s got a family in town. Lance: What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you want his family? Aiden: I wouldn't know where to begin. Jordi: Wake up Pearce. More Fixers incoming. Aiden: How bad? Jordi: Remember Kinderhook? Aiden: Shit. Aiden: I think that’s all of them. Jordi: Good. Getting a little annoyed by my friend in the apartment here. The migraine’s coming on. I’m going to take off before they wiggle out.
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