When your coffee order is “two shots and hold the murder”…
So here’s my life right now: I’ve accidentally inherited a sketchy bar from a dead crime boss, my half-brother Marko just got two bullets to the face (which I didn’t put there, despite totally planning to), and apparently, I’m the prime suspect. Cool. Cool cool cool.
Sam and Brody remind each other of what they want to forget—bad relationships and broken hearts.