[s1e5] What About Bob? -

She pulled up a stool next to him. "You’re a hard man to find, Robert."

A slow, tired grin spread across Bob’s face. He took a final sip of his scotch and stood up, his joints popping like small firecrackers. "Well," he said, adjusting his worn cap. "If they’re asking about me, I suppose it’s time I gave them an answer they won’t forget." [S1E5] What About Bob?

"What about Bob?" she repeated softly. "Not the Bob who messed up the shipment. The Bob who built this harbor from a pile of rocks. The Bob who knows where the bodies—and the ledgers—are buried." She pulled up a stool next to him

He walked out into the mist, leaving the folder untouched. The episode of his life as a victim was over; the finale was just beginning. "Well," he said, adjusting his worn cap

Bob finally turned his head, his eyes bloodshot but sharp. "And what’s that?"

The flickering neon sign of "The Happy Landing" bar buzzed with a rhythmic, dying hum that matched Bob’s current mental state. Inside, the air smelled of stale beer and missed opportunities.