:49:00
You yanked me home!
:49:02
You shoved me out in the woods!
:49:04
-Some lvy League prick...
-Jesus Christ.
:49:07
who's afraid of having dinner
in D.C...
:49:08
The target is Burke.
:49:10
...because of street crime
is judging my worth,
:49:13
shoving me in the fucking...
:49:29
Put it down, Walter.
:49:34
They came for you.
:49:40
Yeah.
:49:45
The line to the ClA
was a fake.
:49:49
You never told 'em.
:49:52
No.
:49:53
You did.
:49:55
Nothing is what it seems.
:50:01
God damn it, Walter.
:50:04
You got me.
:50:06
Hand in the cookie jar.
:50:14
You got to give me one thing.
:50:20
I'm a scary judge of talent.
:50:26
Here goes nothing.
:50:26
-No.
:50:28
-Bye-bye.
-No!
:50:29
No!
:50:59
All right.
Clayton, you ride with me.