“Now, I know you don’t like it when I lie to you, Marty, and as I’ve been thinking it occurs to me I’ve said some shit that wasn’t exactly true.”

Aaron Stampler gets a visit.

Visiting hours: Aaron slips forward to the edge of his chair, and Martin puts out a hand to steady him, like he’s gentling an unpredictable animal.

"You want your choirboy back, don't you?"

"The problem with that whole strategy is that it only works once, Aaron. Once if you're lucky."

He’s done his fair share of fucking up in this line of work, but this might be the worst he’s ever done it.