your man to my left, finger on the trigger
but he's a foot too close, which renders your man
to my right dead already. He just doesn't know it yet.
I feel sorry for his family. Nine seconds. That's what you have to decide your fate. Nine seconds. You like being in other people's business. Trying very hard not to be,
but you make it very challenging for me. You should stay out of things
that are not your concern. It's bad for you. Lord knows I'm allergic to bad things. You know... I believe that everything in life... is about timing. Now, unfortunately for you... yours isn't very good. Three weeks ago we wouldn't be having
this conversation, but I'm here now. I'm really beginning to like this place... and the people. I'm starting to believe,
from the bottom of my heart, that this is where I'm supposed to be. So, whatever it is
that you and your friends do, please do it somewhere else. - You warning me?
- I'm preparing you. Did you get what he said? He's getting ready. He's fun! Is that a Timex? No. It's a Bulgar-- Right there. Right there. Sit down. Sit! That's the median nerve
that I'm compressing. On a scale from one to ten, that's a two. That's a three. You don't want me to go to four. I go to four, you'll shit on yourself.
You don't want that. I don't want that. They don't want that. Tell your compadres that they can leave.
Tell them to beat it. Go away! Go away, now! It's called "pain compliance." Your brain is telling you to do one thing, but your body's telling you
something else. Now, listen to me. Take the gun out of your waist.
Put it on the table. Slowly. You know... I could turn and face you straight on
if you want to get a better photograph. Five, four, three... two, one. You don't look like you sound. You do. And you're welcome. For what? The tip. Guessing it led to something. - Who are you? What were you doing
on that farm in Sicily? Even better, a farm that bundles
methamphetamine-based narcotics. - Told you on the phone, just a guy--
- Passing through. That's right. You don't wanna play games with me. Just having my tea. Who do you work for? I'm retired. From? I can just take you in,
and we can do this at our office. You need jurisdictional approval for that. Unless you, uh... wanna take me to a black site. Torture me. Says the man
who knew which agency line to call. Where'd you get that number? In the book. - What book?
- Little black book. How'd you know I was me? You're reading a tour guide for Rome.
We're in Altamonte. And your voice. What about it? The way you pronounce your M's, it's a dry, sandpapery sound. - I'll work on that.
- You should. Police found multiple dead bodies
on that vineyard. Hm. Yep. Yep, yep. Drugs are a dangerous occupation. - You kill 'em? Do I look like a guy who kills people? I'm warming to the possibility. Touchet. Like it or not,
you're a person of interest. I'm an interesting person. What else can you tell me? Nothing. And believe me, I wish I could. Not even a little curious? - About?
- How I found you? Oh, that's easy. You, uh... took the same ferry crossing. You noticed the security cameras
on the terminal building. You rewound two weeks,
saw the license plates for the VW, GPS gave you the location. How am I doing so far? Next, you'll, uh,
do a deep search on the name. - Already in the works.
- Oh. Good, good.
That should raise your antenna. Why is that? I...don't... want... to... spoil it... for... you. Stick around. I'm just gettin' started. Me too. McCall. Ha! Very good. Two C's, two L's. Who are you? You have less than six
minutes before the pills stop your heart. Who are you? ♪ So I know ♪ ♪ It was the blood ♪ ♪ For me ♪ ♪ One day when I was lost ♪
