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You done your homework?

I hate math. Aunt Grace gets pissed when I'm wrong.

Yeah, you and me both.

If you would just compromise a little bit...

Compromise? Fuck you. Your whole life's a compromise.

Hey, at least I have a fucking life!

Are you sure this place is secure?

We'll have to keep moving, but for now, yes. The only thing that might give us away is this clown show of yours shambling onto my driveway.

I wouldn't be here if this was just a phone call.

The women are either humoring you, or they're scared of you, but none of them like you.

You know, if you were a little nicer, maybe you'd find a man, instead of out here playing Captain Lesbo.

What are you doing here?

I can't drop by on a whim?

You never do anything on a whim.

Butcher, what the fuck is wrong with you, man?

I'm sure you're gonna tell me.

That shit you pulled with Ryan and now this coldhearted shit you said to Kimiko? How could anybody be such a complete asshole?

Practice.

Do you remember when we met?

Hard to forget.

It's shittier. It's not power. It's punishment. You don't deserve none of it.

What, and you do?

Don't blame Vicky.

I don't. If there's one thing I taught her, it was to play all sides. She's more like me than I ever imagined. But I am curious. What did you give her?

A little respect, Stan. Something you should've given me.

What good would that do? Where would it even go but to the bottomless, gaping pit of insecurity you call a soul?

I used to be intimidated by you. I did. And now I look at you, I'm just... I have no idea why. Truly. You're not even pathetic. You're just nothing.

Then why are you still here, looking for my approval like I'm your daddy? And even if I were, what would there be to approve of?

The company is yours. No one left to stand up to you. But I think you'll come to sorely regret that.

And why is that?

Because there's no one left to cover for you, either. Eventually, probably soon, the world will recognize you for the pitiful disappointment you are. You are not worthy of my respect. You are not a God. You are simply bad product.

Supersonic trusted you, and you got him killed.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You fucking coward. Why are you so desperate to be with people who hate you?

You think it really was Edgar and the mayor? Trying to fuck with me? Make me look ridiculous?

Or maybe you're just a paranoid, malignant narcissist who thinks everything is about you.

Mm, it's not paranoia if they're really out to get you, though. And you, Maeve. You're out to get me, aren't you?

if you don't draw the line somewhere, how the hell are you gonna know where you stand?

They ain't drawing no line.

Which is why we got to.

What'd you do?

I know you're never gonna forgive me but you left me no choice.

Why?

I can't draw no line, M. Not with what I got to do.