The Forger

Good morning.

Hey, Cutter.

Your lawyer is here.

There is literally nothing left for me to do, your appeal was denied.

- Look, you got a little shy of eleven months... - Ten months!

Ten months. Whatever...

That's better, right? Just ride it out. You gotta do your the time right.

Call Keegan.

- No. - Call him.

No.

OK, as your attorney, I advise you to just ride out the eleven months.

Ten months! Martin, call him. Today!

SUV huh?

You know Daphne.

What are you gonna do?

So, what the fuck, Ray?

Nine months to go and-and what. You call Keegan?

Why would you do that?

That's such a wicked price to pay, you know.

Fuck.

You're still gonna tell me what's going on, right?

Oh, yeah. I'll tell you.

Jesus Christ!

What the hell are you doing here?

You're not on the lam, are you?

Yeah, pop, I tunnel out.

Oh, that's funny.

Where is he?

Upstairs.

How the fuck did you get out, Raymond?

Yeah?

Hey.

Dad?

Right.

How did you get out?

I know it's hard to believe but, judge granted my appeal.

I didn't know you're into all this.

What are you working on? That's-that's good.

It's just plastic pieces.

Yeah, but you got to put them together and paint all the details...

Dad.

Let's not do this, OK?

Yeah...

OK.

So? How did it go?

Well...

he has some tests...

tomorrow.

I'd like to think you didn't do something foolish...

just to be here.

Oh, fuck it.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Guys, gotta get through. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Miss.

Tommy.

I was just now standing there, with my dick in my hand, I'm shaking it off and thinking to myself.

Wonder when the forger's gonna walk through my door?

- Tommy. - What?

Right there.

Jesus.

Can't tell from the camera angle of this guy right here.

He's got huge fucking balls.

Dealing product from behind my bar.

I got him.

Got to deal with this.

Fucking Chuck town junkie.

So, Ray.

You calling me with ten months to go. 'Cause what, you're-you're-you're bored?

I really appreciate what you did for me but...

- I need a little time. - 50K, Ray.

It's the going rate for judges.

And time?

No. It's something you don't got.

Don't... Don't look like that, already.

Since you went away. I've been in business with these guys. It's...

These chainsaws, Ray.

Compared to them, I'm a fucking humanitarian.

You know this painting?

Yeah.

Do it.

Do it? What do you mean, do it?

You mean-you mean forge it?

It's a Monet. What the fuck for?

So you can steal the real one.

Steal? What are you talking about? Steal the real one?

In three weeks...

It's gonna be on display, right here.

And the guy who wants it. He's gonna be in Boston, too.

For one night only.

That's impossible.

Three weeks. I can't do that.

Look, it's either yes...

or I make a phone call.

And you go back to prison.

Yes or no. You have 48 hours to make a decision.

Welcome home, Ray.

- Jesus! - I'm so sorry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Where you going? Haven't seen you around here before. I'm Catherine.

- I'm Ray. - Ray. Nice to meet you, Ray.

Hey, you know Tommy?

Tommy?

Yeah.

- Alright, I gotta go... - Hey-hey-hey!

Wanna go somewhere?

Oh, thank you.

Wow, is this your car?

So cool.

Can I drop you off somewhere?

- Drop me? - Yeah.

Yeah, I got things to do and you don't wanna be in there.

Stay out of there. And stay away from Tommy Keegan.

OK. There's better people and there's better places.

Hey!

Are you serious?

Hey.

You hungry?

Not for those.

OK.

Well, eggs it is.

Where's gramps?

He's out. But I'm gonaa take you today.

Because of it's location in the midsection of the brain stem.

It makes it very difficult to remove surgically.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cutter.

I know this is difficult.

- Do you have any questions? - Yeah, I do. What do you do now?

I mean... you know. What-what-what is the plan?

- The plan? - Yeah!

Is he gonna be in pain? I mean, what-what-what's gonna happen?

What we should focus on is...

keeping William as comfortable as possible during the process.

Then what?

Well, you know, it's... it's impossible to say.

Each patient is very different.

- So? - So?

So what?

What'd they say?

Gramps took it out.

He took it out?

Why'd he take it out?

He hit it too many times. Sprained his wrist.

So, the chemo... will it cure me?

- The fuck did he take the horn out for? - Dad.

Fuck.

Will-will the chemo cure me?

Oh, Will.

Dad, for once in your fucking life. Could you just tell me the truth?

I don't know.

Can I help you?

I like to see the man in charge.

In here.

Hey, gramps.

Can I have one of those?

I want to report a murder.

Sit down.

The name's Bigelow, Frank Bigelow. ?

Where was this murder committed?

San Francisco. . Last night.

Who was murdered?

I was.

Sean Mcgill. Lived in Cambridge.

- 28 years old today. - I knew him.

Bartender at the Palace.

Talked to him the night before last. Watched him get fired.

Finn Gerrity... told him to walk, right when he came on shift.

Like they caught him in something. He looked scared.

- Any way we can this to Keegan? - Love to.

Alright, guys, Come on in here and do your jobs.

Get that new trace heroin to the lab, see if we can match it.

Do me a favor. Why don't you fingerprint the fuck out of this place, huh?

Know what's hard? Relying on local law enforcement to connect the dots.

Well, it's tough all over. Do you want me to get you a tissue? Huh?

What do you wanna know?

There's a guy. Ray.

Met with Keegan that night.

Buick Skylark, license plate 'J433K6'.

OK. What's so special about this guy?

I don't know. Something.

- I think he made me. - Made you?

Like... DEA made you?

- Just a cop. - Oh, just a cop.

Did you talk to Keegan?

What did he want?

One answer. Tomorrow.

About what? About a job?

Yeah.

What do you want?

What I want...

What I've always wanted, Carl.

Go to Tahiti and live like Gauguin.

In Tahiti?

What's Will want?

I don't know.

Hey, Will. Check it out.

Don't even think about it.

What?

You're not gonna sign me up for something like that.

- What? You don't want to meet nobody? - No. I don't want to meet at all.