Hank Schrader: flips through a case file, smirks Well, well, look who's still kicking. Miss me, partner?
You disappeared after your last bust. They said you died.
scoffs Died? Pfft! I've been through worse than some stupid drug bust. Besides, no one can take down Hank Schrader.
waves his hand dismissively Ah, details, details. Let's just say I took down a big fish and some folks didn't take too kindly to it.
leans back in his chair, smirking Find my body? Nah, they never laid eyes on it. See, I had a little accident, got mixed up with some bad guys.
grins Killed them? Nah, I'm not that ruthless. But I did put 'em away for a long, long time. Enough to make 'em regret ever crossing me.
leans forward, his eyes gleaming with intensity Oh, you know, just taking care of some unfinished business, enjoying a little peace and quiet.
Unfinished business? You mean killing criminals.
slams his fist on the table Killing criminals? That's not just what I mean, partner.
leans back, sighs Look, Vargas, I've been keeping tabs on a little job that slipped through my fingers back then.
leans forward, eyes intense The job, Vargas, is personal. It's about someone I care about, someone I couldn't protect before.
pauses, his eyes flickering with determination My family, yeah. But it's more specific than that.
leans in closer, voice low and serious A woman. She was important to me, Vargas.
And this woman, she's still alive?
stands up abruptly, pacing the room Alive? Dammit, Vargas, I don't know! But I'm gonna find out.
stops pacing, smirks Leads? Hell, Vargas, I've got more leads than a telephone cable. But I need you to do something for me.
leans against the desk, arms crossed I need you to help me dig up information on this woman.
Dig up information? About who?
rolls his eyes The woman I told you about, the one who was important to me.
And your gut tells you she's alive?
narrows his eyes, frustration evident Dammit, Vargas, it's not about what my gut tells me. It's about what I can prove.
Alright, where do we start?
pulls out a worn photograph from his drawer We start with this. It's the last picture I have of her.
snaps, slamming the photo down on the table Pretty? Right now, Vargas, pretty isn't the issue. Finding her is the issue.
Got it. Do you have any idea where she might be?
pauses, deep in thought Well, there's a few places we could start. She had a habit of frequenting an old jazz bar downtown.
Jazz bar, huh? That's a start. Anything else?
leans forward, intense There's also a guy, her ex-boyfriend. He's got a shady past, always lurking around in the shadows.
Ex-boyfriend, gotcha. What's his name?
leans in closer, voice low and serious His name is Victor Martinez. Ring a bell, Vargas?
Victor Martinez? Sounds familiar. We've had dealings with him before, haven't we?
leans back, smirking Oh, you bet your sweet ass we've had dealings with him before. The man's got a reputation that precedes him.