Previously on Alaska Daily...
Lunch today-- you, me, and our esteemed publisher,
- Aaron Pritchard. - Hard pass.
Humor me. His family keeps the lights on.
I keep a room right here at Captain Cook,
so we're neighbors.
Hello, Eileen. Did you get my e-mail?
Hello, concerned citizen.
How nice of you to call again.
First time in the Arctic?
Have you been up here before?
Some. I don't really like it.
There would have been 3 feet of snow on the ground
the night she went missing.
I think I'm angry.
The paper is looking into some older cases.
For some reason we can't get our hands
on Gloria Namnac's police report.
Hey, Derek. We're trying to get ahold
of the police department's monthly reports.
I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do that.
I'm upset that you went behind my back.
This isn't about you.
It's about the story. That's all that matters.
Is that right?
72 felony complaints and not one charge.
Why aren't you investigating violent crimes
against native women?
Durkin's going bye-bye.
Good work, team.
One thing-- you may not want to admit it,
but you need me on this investigation,
so I gotta be able to trust you.
Just to say, no one complained when I worked alone.
All right, gang, the weekend is almost upon us,
but as most of you know, it's not just any weekend--
it is opening weekend of the state fair.
Need I remind you, 300,000 people go to the fair.
That's over half the state.
It might not be hard news, but it matters to Alaskans,
so it matters to us.
Good speech. I'm in.
As usual, I'll cover entertainment.
Headliner this year?
Hootie and the Blowfish. I'm a fan.
I'll be food, and, yes, I'll be covering
the Denali cream puffs.
- Miles? - I'm all over everything.
And, for what it's worth, I dig the fair.
Because Austin went to Bethel to cover the fisheries council,
we'll need someone to do double duty to cover the pig races.
Oh, I'll do it. I'll-- I'll bring my son, Finn.
It's gonna make his year. He loves the pig races.
You talking politics again?
Uh, nope. Real pigs. Racing.
- With kids. - With kids?
- It's a thing. - The state fair.
Oh, yeah. I heard about that.
It's all very Alaskan.
We leave our cynicism at home when we cover the fair, Eileen.
I'm sure we do. Are you going?
I've been asked to judge the jam competition again this year.
- Well, that's just-- - An honor.
Yeah, that. And I was just gon--
Returning to your work.
Jam on.
Finally, this year's Giant Cabbage competition
will be covered by...
Gabriel Tovar.
Really? Me?
If that's okay with you.
Are you kidding? My first story?
Absolutely. Thank you, Stanley.
I'll be here most of the weekend.
If you have something, send it.
All right, that's it. Get to it.
- And have some fun tomorrow. - That's so amazing.
Congratulations.
What's the first name of the Meade police chief
before Durkin?
- Oren. - Oren Conners.
I looked up his address on Nexis.
There's nothing on him.
Well, based on what Durkin said,
he could be living on the street now.
You know, we should try and get a quote from the Governor
on the Durkin story.
Dig deeper, try and find Skeeter.
Are you free to work this weekend?
Nope. I'm busy.
- Busy doing what? - Tournament.
What kind of tournament?
Basketball.
Look, I get that you're still angry about what happened
in Meade, but just to say it, I miss the Chatty Sunny Roz.
Knock, knock. The Durkin story has pulled
2,000 views and rising.
And I just got word the City Council
is suspending Durkin pending an investigation.
Well done, you two.
We still don't know who killed Gloria.
Let's hope your story shakes something loose.
But we could work this weekend.
You could. Have a great weekend, guys.
You, too.
So, things are better.
Much.
Maybe you should take the weekend off.
Mm, no thanks.
Besides, half your newsroom is working this weekend.
On the fair.
Do you want to cover it?
Weekends are good, Eileen.
Weekends suck. I'm here to do a job.
And live.
Job first.
He tried to bribe you?
I couldn't believe it. The gall.
Like I'd sacrifice my integrity for $100.
A hundred bucks? It's not nothing.
You can't be serious.
- I mean, it's just jam. - I'm a judge.
It's the state fair.
- What's that? - I don't know.
It was just left on the front desk.
Janice gave it to me.
Does she know who it's from?
She didn't see.
Oh, fan mail.
That's a bullet.
It is, indeed.
That's a funny way of proposing.
Is that how they do it in Alaska?
Gabriel, did Janice see who left the package?
No. She was in the bathroom.
We need to call the police.
You have a camera in the lobby?
No. We had one in the old place.
Eileen, you need to let Stanley know, and the lawyers.
- This is serious. - She's right.
I'm not sure that'll do much good,
but if it makes you feel better, fine.
For the record, I've gotten much worse.
At least this is in a pretty box.
Can I share some good news with you?
Please do.
I got my first assignment.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Covering what?
Giant Cabbages. At the State Fair.
You won't forget that one.
Any tips?
Make sure you get the correct spelling
of your subjects' name.
You'd be surprised how many people don't.
That's good. Okay. Thanks.
Yup.
Hey, that bullet... Does it worry you?
I don't love it, but I see crap like that as a badge of honor.
People get upset when the lights get turned on
and the truth is laid bare.
I see.
Don't let it worry you, really.
And hey, have fun with your story.
It's a good one.
I will.
Have a good weekend.
Will do.
Eileen Fitzgerald.
Did you get my gift?
I did.
Things are getting serious between us.
Oh, you just can't help yourself, can you?
Care to elaborate?
You destroyed a man's life.
Durkin? He did that to himself.
Yeah, everyone's wrong except you.
I won't watch you turn our state upside down
just because you were run out of New York.
Is that what you think happened?
I know it. We all do.
The next bullet you receive won't be in a box.
Hello, my friend.
Where were we?
♪ Southwind
♪ I need a forty-dollar ticket♪
♪ And about this time tomorrow I'll be gone ♪
That looks so good! Hi, I'm Yuna Park...
♪ Southwind
♪ But if I had forty dollars
♪ I would buy myself a smile to carry on ♪
♪ And you go whoooo-wooo-hoo
♪ She's gone again on the Southwind ♪
Hold on, everyone!
We're at the last one, and it looks like a doozy!
How's it going, my friend?
I'm actually a little nervous. Is that crazy?
No way.
You're nervous because you care.
Want a gummy? It might help.
Weed gummy? No, no, thank you.
I need to stay focused.
Me, too.
All right, here comes the judge.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's official.
The winner of the biggest cabbage contest,
weighing in at 135 pounds, is...
Erica Block!
It's go time, homie.
Hi. Sorry to interrupt.
I'm Gabriel Tovar with The Daily Alaskan.
Congratulations on your win. That must be so exciting.
Thank you.
Can I get a proper spelling of your name?
Erica, E-R-I-C-A.
Block, B-L-O-C-K.
- Oh. - Oh.
- Ah! - Ah! Sorry--
- Me, too. - I'm so sorry.
- I'm very nervous. - So am I.
I've-- [laughs] I've never talked to a reporter before.
You're my very first interview,
so I guess we can be nervous buddies together.
Um, and has it always been your dream
to win the largest cabbage award?
Uh, I just kind of fell into it, I guess.
We grow cabbage, and they grew really big, so...
why not?
And now tomorrow, you'll be crowned Biggest Cabbage.
Or, I guess your cabbage will.
Um, that must feel great.
It kind of does.
- Erica. - Okay, I'm coming.
Uh, sorry.
That's my dad.
It was nice to meet you, Gabriel.
Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow at the ceremony.
I hope so. Bye.
Bye.
Gabriel?
Hi, Eileen.
I'm sorry to interrupt your work.
What's up?
So, I have a problem.
I just wrote up my story and it...
it's not very good.
Why?
It just-- It's--
It's a little short, and it feels a little--
Boring?
Yeah, boring is accurate.
Well, it is about cabbages.
Look, just keep digging.
In print, you have the opportunity to go deeper.
Go talk to the subject again.
Okay. Yeah, um, I'll see her tomorrow
at the award presentation. I guess I could ask--
You're doing a story about cabbages.
Go to the farm. That's where the story is.
Okay, thing is, is I--
I didn't get an address or a phone number.
Gabriel, it's a working farm.
Track her down. That's what we do.
- You're right. - Gotta go.
♪ Keep the motion up
- - ♪ Keep the motion up
♪ Keep the motion up
Well, next round's on me as a gesture of appreciation
for letting us totally...
own you guys!
Look at you. That gussak you're working for is rubbing off.
Mnh-mnh. Nope.
No, I told you. No work talk.
- I need a break from that place. - Come on.
You had to know we would be grilling you about
that fancy New York white woman coming to take your job.
That's never going to happen.
So, what's she like?
Give us some dirt.
Ugh.
You know those geese that come up every summer?
They don't stay here for long, but they make a lot of noise,
and they act like they run the place?
Mm-hmm.
So why didn't they just let you do the story on your own?
Editor's call. It's a big story.
He wanted her experience.
Yeah, but is she gonna do what they always do--
write some stories and split after exploiting our pain?
Not if I have a say in it.
That piece you did on that Meade cop was awesome.
Yeah. It was.
Thanks.
Hey!
- How's the food? - Good.
All of it. Too much of it.
Hi, Finn.
Ooh, thank you. Finn, you remember Yuna.
- Say hi. - Hi.
You having fun?
The pigs are pretty cool.
The pigs are faster than usual this year,
and they definitely play dirty.
Doping?
Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised.
Austin's really missing the bigger story here.
Hmm.
What's going on with you two?
What? Nothing. We're just...
Smiling at each other a lot?
I don't know.
Austin's a really great guy, but he's got a lot on his plate
with his ex-wife and son and everything,
and we work together.
- Huh. -"Huh" what?
I don't know. Maybe don't overthink it.
Men usually don't.
Mom, look! Here they come!
Oh, here they come! Here it comes around the corner!
We got Bacon! We got Billy!
- Gabriel, hi. - Hi, Erica.
I realized my story was a little thin,
and I was hoping I could ask you a few more questions.
Um, okay.
Um...
What kind of questions?
Nothing too serious, I promise.
Hey. Who's this?
Hello, sir. Gabriel Tovar with The Daily Alaskan.
I interviewed Erica after her win at the fair.
Oh. What brings you by today, Gabriel?
Oh, I was hoping to see where the cabbages are grown,
learn a little bit more about your process.
I'm just trying to flesh out my reporting.
I think Erica can help you out with that.
You game, sweetheart?
- Yeah. - There you go.
Come on inside.
Do you mind putting your cellphone in the box?
It's a house rule we have.
We like everyone to stay present at the farm.
Cellphones tend to get in the way of that.
I hope that's okay?
Yeah, if it's a house rule, it's okay with me.
All I need is my pad.
I appreciate that.
Is the no phone rule part of your farming philosophy?
I guess you could say that.
Yeah, we believe in a simpler lifestyle.
I used to work in the tech industry,
and I had an epiphany
that they were doing more harm than good.
I see.
And can you give me any examples of the harm technology does,
and what you prefer about farm life?
Lots.
But I assure you, it would bore you and your readers.
So, uh, I should get back to work.
And, uh, you two can get started on your tour.
Right, of course. Thank you for your time.
Hi, Eileen. It's Rushmi.
It's been a while.
I just read your reporting from Alaska.
Not surprisingly, it's very good work.
I'm glad you found a new home.
You're missed here at The Vanguard.
I'm here if you ever want to connect.
Excuse me. I need some room.
Hey!
Hey. How you feeling?
What happened?
You passed out, hit your head.
I think you're gonna need a couple of stitches.
What are you doing here?
First on the scene.
- Terrific. - Whoa, hey, Eileen.
I need you to take some big breaths for me, okay?
Your heart rate is still pretty high.
I'm fine. Can you take me back to the hotel?
Uh, no. They need to examine you,
figure out what happened.
I know what happened. Can you just take me home?
What happened?
I had a panic attack.
Oh, my God. That is very unpleasant.
Yeah. That's the salmon part of the organic salmon fertilizer.
It's not too good on the nose, but it works magic.
Yeah, noted.
Come on, I'll show you where the cabbage grows.
It's really pretty.
Wow.
I guess I'll have to sketch it since I don't have my phone.
Yeah, sorry about that.
My dad is kind of intense when it comes to technology.
Is it more than cellphones?
Everything-- computers, TVs, anything with a chip.
Wow. I don't think I could live without my devices.
What about at school?
Home-schooled.
Oh, by your parents?
My dad. Um...
My mom died when I was 11.
I'm sorry.
She got cancer.
Brain tumor.
My dad became convinced it was from her cellphone.
Oh. So, that explains--
Yeah, he just changed.
Everything about our life was suddenly dangerous.
He said we have to stop feeding the monster
and that technology was eating us alive.
And then we moved here.
So is it just the two of you on the farm?
I mean, we have some people who help us with the work,
but, yeah, it's mostly just me and my dad.
And the only other time I see people is at church.
Where do you go to church?
The Holy Cross Lutheran Church.
How long have you been having panic attacks?
I'm a newbie.
It was my 3rd.
Have you been under a lot of stress recently?
No. I don't know.
Yeah.
Was there anything that you could point to
that precipitated it?
I got jostled by a few Swedish tourists
in the elevator. That's about it.
When can I leave?
I'm sorry, but you really clonked your head.
I need to make sure that you don't have a concussion,
and I need to keep you under observation for a few hours.
A few hours?
Hey.
You're still here.
I'm not about to leave you here alone.
How are you?
Fine.
Can you stop staring at me with that face?
Any idea what triggered it?
Can we not talk about this right now?
Of course.
That-- That piece you did with Durkin
was really excellent reporting.
Great. Can we get a bigger travel budget?
Might need to wait a little bit on that one.
Why can't you just authorize it?
Or does your dad really hold the purse strings?
I'm sorry. I have a terrible personality when I unravel.
Don't we all.
But I understand your frustrations
with the budget at the paper.
I'm doing my best.
I just hope that you can be patient.
I think I got the patient thing down.
You know, my dad could be intense, too.
Yeah? In what way?
Well, mostly work.
He worked in the oil industry.
He was disappointed I didn't go to work with him,
but I have no interest in it.
Well, I think it's brave for you to go on your own.
I couldn't do that with my dad.
Are you worried about him?
I mean, he's just been different since my mom passed.
Can you give me an example?
Like, he started going to these meetings.
Anti-technology meetings?
Yeah. That's when he started to become moody and secretive.
Secretive how?
Like, this barn...
I've been playing in there since I was a kid,
and one day, he just told me to stay out.
Can I see what's inside?
Well, he locked it.
That's what I mean. It's weird.
I'm just worried he's going too far with it all.
What's too far?
I don't know.
I-- Can we not talk about this anymore, Gabriel?
Sure.
Can we keep this between us?
Sure.
But you do have someone that you can talk to about it, right?
In Alaska?
How about in New York?
Someone you trust?
I'm not sure I trust myself at this point.
Well, you gotta figure out why this is happening.
I gotta figure out how to get out of here.
The Jello looks really good in the cafeteria.
What about some of that for now?
Sure. Lemon.
Uh, thank you again, sir.
Your farm is very impressive.
Oh, you're welcome. It was a pleasure having you.
And good luck with your article.
Oh, right-- cellphone.
Unless, of course, you're willing to live without it.
Uh, not quite yet, but thank you.
All right.
And thank you for the tour.
I think I got what I needed.
You're welcome.
And you know where to reach me if you ever want to talk.
I think you're really nice and smart,
and I'm glad that you're a reporter.
Gabriel.
How'd you get in here?
I'm just taking a look around.
It's helpful to see what it takes to make a farm work,
for my story.
Well, I'm glad you find that interesting,
but I think it's time for you to leave now.
Oh, of course. Sure.
How are the radishes?
Eileen, I need your advice.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I just left the farm, and I know something's wrong there,
but I'm not quite sure what it is.
I want to talk it through with you.
Sure. Uh, why don't you, uh, pick me up?
Really? Okay. Your hotel?
No, uh, First Anchorage Hospital.
What? Why are you there?
Just pick me up. Out front. Now.
Okay.
Hi, Stanley.
Where are you?
I'm just running a few errands.
I talked to Aaron.
Well, I guess it's pretty clear who can't keep a secret.
He was worried.
And so am I.
I'm fine, Stanley.
It doesn't sound to me like you're fine.
I'm so sorry, Stanley. I gotta go.
I'll check in with you later.
Thanks for picking me up.
Are you okay? Why were you at the hospital?
Not important.
So what do you want to talk about?
I did what you said. I went to the farm,
and you were right. That's where the story is.
I interviewed Erica, and she told me her dad
is acting very strange.
Don't most kids think that about their parents?
Maybe, but it's just the two of them,
and he's become very anti-tech.
She said he's acting weird and secretive.
Did you see anything? Hear anything?
No. Erica let me into the barn
that he usually keeps locked,
but I looked around and-- Hold on.
I just realized something. They had fertilizer
in the barn-- tons of it.
So? It's a farm. That makes sense.
Not there. They only use organic salmon fertilizer.
That's their whole approach.
Was there a lot of it?
Yes, like three or four pallets.
Okay, well, not to get ahead of ourselves,
but fertilizer is ammonium nitrate.
That's used to blow things up.
Get to her. Give her the permission
she needs to tell you more.
That's your job. Got it?
- Mm-hmm. - Good.
Do it.
Hello?
Erica, hi. It's Gabriel.
I can't talk, Gabriel.
My dad is really upset you were in the barn.
I'm sorry, but I really need to talk to you
as soon as possible.
I can't. I'm sorry. I have to go.
Wait, please.
You have church tomorrow morning, right?
I'm going to come. I'll see you there.
No, he'll be with me.
- Erica? - I'll be right there, Dad.
I have to go. I'm sorry.
I'll be there. At church. Tomorrow.
Hey. How are you?
- Hey, Dad. I'm just gonna go. - Sure, okay.
Hi.
Thank you for meeting me.
This is really hard for me.
What is?
Erica, this is your chance to help your dad.
You can talk to me.
What is that?
Some of the people from the group my dad meets with
gave it to him.
He keeps it hidden in his room.
It's really messed up.
I don't want my dad to do something bad.
Can I see it?
Gabriel, he's all I have.
This is insane.
"There comes a time when true Patriots
must erase the mistakes of the past and the present,
and overthrow our economic and technological systems
by whatever means necessary."
"That includes violence if it furthers our purpose.
Signed, Genesis."
We did a story on these guys about a year ago.
I think it was Austin.
Genesis is a legit eco-terrorist group.
Call Austin. See what he knows.
We have a story here.
We got the pieces of a story.
We have a very unstable guy
who's hoarding bomb-making materials,
and he's tied to a group of crazies who advocate violence.
We have a farmer stockpiling fertilizer
and exercising his first amendment rights.
- You're ignoring the facts. - I'm stating the facts.
There's something here, but we're making some leaps.
Stanley, come on.
Go back and put it to Block directly.
Short of more facts, we need to get him on the record
confirming his intent or his connection to Genesis.
So we ask him if he's planning to build a bomb?
That's exactly what we do. This is when it gets fun.
That doesn't seem like fun.
It's a certain type of fun.
- What else? - We should make a call, Bob.
I agree.
Are you gonna tell the feds?
Yes. We have to.
Well, don't let them piss on his story.
Go. Get a comment.
Ready?
Do you see him?
No.
There.
All right. Look him in the eye. Ask the questions.
Don't let him go till he answers.
Right.
Mr. Block?
This is my colleague, Eileen Fitzgerald.
I don't want you talking to Erica ever again.
You've lost our trust.
We don't want to talk to her. We want to talk to you.
Really?
When I was in your barn, I saw your stockpile
of ammonium nitrate fertilizer.
So what? It's a farm.
Ammonia nitrate can also be used to make a bomb.
Am I being accused of something here?
Just asking a question.
You're planning to build a bomb with those materials?
Why would I build a bomb?
Are you a member of the eco-terrorist group Genesis?
Where'd you-- Where'd you get that?
Can you answer the question?
Did you steal that from my house?
Okay, if so, I will have you arrested right now.
He didn't steal it.
Then how did he get it?
I gave it to them, Dad.
What? Why would you do that?
'Cause I don't wanna lose you, and I feel like I already have.
N-No. No, come on.
Never. I-- I'm--
She's scared, Mr. Block.
She's worried about your involvement with Genesis.
Okay, don't tell me about my daughter.
She's all I have left.
Okay? I don't want her to grow up in a world like this.
She needs to be protected. That's what I'm trying to do.
I'm not a terrorist.
You are if you blow things up to make your point.
Okay. We gotta go.
I'll be in the car.
Erica, I'm sorry.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
You wanna come with us?
No, I need to go be with my dad.
I need to go help him.
He's a good man.
Thank you.
Ted, I'm here with Bob Young.
Good to meet you, Bob.
Uh, same here, Agent Creighton.
One of my reporters came across a large amount
of ammonium nitrate at an organic farm in the Valley.
Any reason to believe it isn't being stored
for its intended purpose?
The farmer appears to be affiliated
with an eco-terrorist group called Genesis.
- Are you aware of them? - We are.
How'd you get on to this guy?
Well, his farm, uh, won the contest
for the biggest cabbage at the State Fair.
And his connection to this Genesis group?
He was in possession of an anti-tech manifesto
published by them.
It clearly supported the use of violence.
Does the guy have a name?
Brandon Block. Does that ring a bell?
No, it doesn't.
B-L-O-C-K?
Correct.
Where's the farm?
Ted, we are considering running a story
on Block and his connection to Genesis.
If this guy blows something up and people die,
we don't wanna wear that.
Sure, but hypothetically, if we were aware
that someone was planning an attack in Alaska,
we would make an arrest well before the planned event.
Gotcha.
Okay, Ted.
I'll be in touch.
You think an attack is imminent?
Hard to tell, but something is cooking.
What'd you get?
He's unhinged.
He's not a mastermind, but he's a foot soldier.
Did he tell you he's using the fertilizer to build a bomb?
Most terrorists don't disclose that information, Bob.
They're funny that way.
- If he didn't confirm it-- - We have enough, Stanley.
- This is a good story. - It's not enough to publish.
- You're wrong. - I agree.
- Noted. - We have a manifesto.
He has a First Amendment right to read whatever.
Did you cave to the FBI?
I don't appreciate the accusation.
- And you're wrong. - We are close.
You uncovered something the FBI didn't even have.
That is meaningful.
But I'm sorry, we are short here.
This story is not ready to publish.
- We're not done. - Good.
Come on, Gabriel.
You pissed off?
Yeah. I kind of am.
Good. Use that. Make 'em pay.
- Make who pay? - Everyone.
Anyone who stands between you and telling your stories.
You know what I mean.
I think I do.
Eileen Fitzgerald.
This is Oren Conners.
Chief Conners. Thank you for calling.
Stay mad.
We've been looking for you.
I read your article about Durkin.
Yeah, what'd you think?
I think I have something for you.
Can you meet me at the River Grill, 5:00 p.m.?
I sure can.
You leaving?
Yeah, I am.
Got time for a beer at, uh, Beard?
You don't drink.
You do.
And my bet is, you could use one right about now.
I want you to know that the fact that we aren't publishing
is not a reflection of your work,
but a reflection of the bar we set as journalists.
I understand that, in theory.
But in practice, it sucks.
- Mm-hmm. - I get it.
But publishing a story that's not there
can do a lot more harm than good.
You should know that the FBI didn't have Brandon Block
on their radar. They do now.
- They told you that? - They did.
I just spoke to my contact there again.
This is how Genesis works--
they target damaged people, they groom them,
and, ultimately, they radicalize them.
It sounds like Brandon Block
was about to do something very stupid,
and you may have prevented that.
And by sharing that information with the FBI,
you may have helped save lives.
So, Gabriel...
Welcome to the newsroom.
You mean...
Be it a blessing or a curse,
you are now a reporter for The Daily Alaskan.
Are you serious?
In addition to your current duties.
And I can't give you a financial bump right away.
I understand.
Thank you...
very much.
He's inside.
- Did you bump your head? - I did.
On the ground.
Big night?
Isn't every night in Alaska a big night?
No, I was drinking all the time back then.
Wrapped a cruiser around a light pole.
I had zero credibility.
So, are you saying you guys made headway on Gloria's case?
Durkin did. He was my lead investigator.
But as you guys reported, he didn't want to pursue any leads.
But you were the chief. Why didn't you push him?
I was a drunk.
I had no leverage.
Durkin was after my job, and he got it.
Reading your article brought it all back.
Shook me up.
Grateful for that.
Look, understand, whoever killed Gloria
is sure that he will never be found.
You have advantage.
What kind of advantage?
Thank you.
Yeah.
Is this what I think it is?
The un-redacted police report.
Look, here's two names-- Ezra Fisher and Rega Horne.
Durkin had two persons of interest.
Durkin doesn't matter anymore.
These guys do.
Well, you got your wish-- working on the weekend.
Barely. It's Sunday night. That's almost Monday.
Where should I drop you?
Hotel bar is fine.
So how'd the tournament go?
Good. We won.
Well, that doesn't surprise me.
Is this you being nice?
Should we go?
♪ Broken ship in the waters rising ♪
♪ Enemies waiting on the horizon ♪
♪ Fires burning on the outside, but ♪
♪ Only embers on the inside