Broken

Have a seat.

We'll be right back.

Sorry about the wait.

Chief Anna Kimble,

sitting in with Agent Michael Thomas.

Can you state your name for the record?

So, what do you want to talk about?

You.

How are you doing?

Fine.

Thanks for asking.

How's the club business holding up?

Good enough.

You like managing the club?

Yeah. It's decent work.

The hours are long, but the pay's good,

so what are you going to do?

Well, it's not the most reputable clientele.

As long as they pay for their drinks

and don't touch the girls,

I don't care who they are.

So...

Tell me about Melvin Anderson.

I don't know a Melvin Anderson.

Sure you do.

You just like to call him Baby Bear.

His name is Melvin?

It's strange.

You're just the manager of the club?

What's so strange about that?

Well...

Mr. Anderson owns

a number of establishments

and yet, you are the only employee

that he seems to spend any time with.

We're friends.

Nothing wrong with that.

Sure.

It's the importing of drugs that we have a problem with.

Drugs?

Obviously, you want to protect Mr. Anderson.

We understand that.

But the way we see it, you're involved.

And you can either help us...

... or you can go down with him.

Since I don't know anything,

there's nothing to help you with.

Is that all? Because I gotta go.

Fine. Let's start with this, then.

Katherine Hayes.

Steven Shavid.

So, again, state your name for the record.

Jesus. - For the record.

Brian Gibson. Just like yesterday.

Then let's go through it again.

Just like yesterday.

Brian, we already know everything.

You're not doing yourself any favours.

Why are you even trying to cover this up?

Don't you have any self-preservation?

Self-preservation?

Fuck you.

My whole life has been about self-preservation.

Again, Brian, we already know everything.

Or do Katie and Steven mean nothing to you?

Is Bear the only one you care about?

You know everything?

You don't know shit.

Katie...

When I had nothing, she was there for me.

She...

And Steven...

Steven was my best fucking friend.

Growing up, we shared everything.

I had shit all.

I didn't even have gloves for the winter.

But Steven...

He'd give me his pair.

And then, he'd tell his parents he lost his

and they'd buy him a new pair.

He did that with everything.

It was nothing to him.

To them.

I didn't have shit, you know?

My dad didn't even stick around long enough for--

My mom.

My mom worked three jobs.

And even they didn't pay

for more than a one-bedroom apartment.

I met Katie at some bullshit after-school care program

in grade school.

And...

She was the best thing there.

Then my mom got sick.

Cancer.

But you fucking know that already, don't you?

You know everything.

Katie got sent off to juvie.

And some shit with her stepfather.

Mom couldn't work anymore.

She was dying.

She didn't tell me anything. I didn't--

And Steven's parents sent him off somewhere for school,

so I did what I had to do.

I found my own fucking family.

Mr. Anderson, Bear...

He took me in when no one else was around.

He gave me a fucking job.

A purpose. And if it was illegal shit, so what?

I survived.

I did what I had to do.

I did what I had to do, man.

To survive.

To protect myself.

OK, Brian.

Then tell us.

What did you have to do...

... to survive?

It was supposed to be one last run.

Last fucking trip, and then I was going to move up

and move out, and get my life back.

I wanted it to be big, you know?

And ending and a beginning.

Katie and Steven...

I invited them along.

My girlfriend and my best friend.

So that they could see me succeed.

So that they could see me be someone.

It was nice, you know.

To be there with them, hanging out.

I had done drops before. They're so fucking easy!

Pull over.

Throw this shit out.

One second.

: What the fuck?

What are you doing with a gun?

For protection.

For protection?

Are you an idiot?

Get rid of it before someone gets killed!

Brian, what--

Say it again!

Come on, motherfucker! Say it again.

That's what I thought.

Oh my God!

You should've seen your fucking face!

Man, it was priceless.

You're suck a fucking idiot!

Someone could get killed with you goofing around like that!

Relax. I'm just messing with you.

Wow.

As good as ever.

I do not know what Joe puts in that meatloaf,

but it is addictive.

Yeah, your dad used to say that too.

I know.

You know, he used to bring me here every Friday night,

after I visited him at the department.

Yeah, I remember.

I miss him.

Indeed.

Good evening.

Hi!

You can just sit wherever you'd like.

I'll be right with you.

So, what can I get for you to start?

Three coffees, please.

You got it.

Thank you.

What are you guys thinking? Maybe breakfast?

Yeah?

So, what can I get for you?

Can we maybe have a few more minutes?

Of course, darling. Let me know when you're ready.

Thank you.

I think I want...

Excuse me.

Yeah!

Can we have the bill, please?

Sure. Anything else for you?

No, thank you.

If you don't need change,

you can just leave it right there.

Great. Thank you.

Thank you. Have a good night.

Thank you, everybody.

Sure thing.