1: Agent Graves is sitting across a diner booth from a man in his mid-thirties. The man is casually dressed and relaxed as he takes a sip of his cola, as his burger sits in front of him.
Man: SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS THAT YOU'RE GIVING ME THIS CASE, WITH A GUN AND 100 UNTRACEABLE BULLETS...
2: The man, looking vaguely quizzical, has pulled a photograph out of the case, and is showing it to the man. It's from the late eighties, showing a young, 20-something man playing bass with a rock band.
Man: ...SO I CAN KILL THIS GUY?
IF I SO CHOOSE, OF COURSE.
Graves(off-panel): WHY WOULDN'T YOU? HE ABANDONED YOUR FAMILY FOR THE ROCKSTAR LIFE, PAYING NO HEED TO THE NEEDS OR WANTS OF YOU AND YOUR MOTHER.
3: The man is wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Graves(op): HAVEN'T YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO CATCH UP TO HIM? MAKE HIM OWN UP TO WHAT HE DID TO YOU AND YOUR MOTHER?
4: The man is wiping his hands with the napkin.
Man: SEEMS YOU'RE A DAY LATE AND A DOLLAR SHORT ON THIS ONE, OLD MAN.
5: Flashback to the tearful reunion between the man and his father. The father has really taken a toll from his years on the road, he's obviously picked up a few addictions on the way.
Man(Caption): HE'S BEEN DOWN ON HIS LUCK SINCE THE BAND DISSOLVED. A DOCUMENTARY CREW ARRANGED A REUNION, AND WE'VE ARRANGED TO GET HIM INTO REHAB. Y'KNOW, ALL THAT LOVEY-DOVEY HAPPY ENDING CRAP.
6: The man is leaving the diner, his head turned to Graves and the case in his hand.
Man: BUT HEY, 100 UNTRACEABLE BULLETS? PRETTY FUN WEEKEND, WOULDN'T YOU AGREE?
7: Graves stares, stonefaced, as the man walks out the door.
Inset: Closeup on Graves' mouth, as a small smile begins to form.