SYNDICATE - Season 1 - Episode 12

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SYNDICATE - Season 1 - Episode 12

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When Will had walked down the sidewalk and heard the scuffle in the alley, he thought it was going to be another rescue mission of some poor broad. But this girl… was no poor broad. He wandered in the alley, and came upon the scene of a fighting machine. This chick kicked a-s. And then he saw her punch the other girl in the face without reservations. And he suddenly had a solution to their Martha Flannery problem. Not that hewantedto hurt Martha. She was a nice woman. But they had to have the option, just in case it was necessary. So he introduced himself. She looked at him like he was some weird infectious mold.

“Not interested,” she said, walking away.

“How are you not interested when you don’t know what I’m selling?”
“I think I can guess.”
“I bet not.”

At this point, she turned and frowned at him.

“You’re not interested in me sexually?”
He laughed, which only received a blank stare from the woman.

“I want to pitch you a business proposition,” he explained.

He did think she was attractive though… a few inches shorter than he was, with shoulder length brown hair and a toned, tan body.
He could dig it, even if she did seem a bit, masculine.

“I’m not buying or investing in anything, sorry.”

“Tell that to someone who wants your money.”

“If you don’t want money, and you don’t want s-x, what the helldoyou want?”
Will smiled.

“I want to offer you a job.”

Will knew it was probably a bad idea to offer this woman a job before consulting Kieran. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. In the end, he decided to leave out the job offer when he recanted the story for Kieran. If Kieran rejected the idea, he would make up some story to Carol. She had given him her contact information at least.

But a speed bump presented itself. Will went to the house the next morning, ready to spill the story. He walked in on Kieran having eggs and orange juice.

“You know our little Martha Flannery problem?” Will said. Kieran put down his fork and looked at his friend. It was a classic sign to continue. “I think I have a solution.” Kieran crossed his arms and leaned back. But right when Will began the story, one of Kieran’s employees rushed in with the phone.

“Can it wait?” Kieran snapped. The man with the phone shook his head.

As Kieran listened to the person on the other end of the line, Will’s stomach filled with lead. He waited until Kieran had hung up the phone, and put his face in his hands.

“What is it?” Will asked.

“Alice. She’s… dead.”
So the brandy drinking began. Not even five minutes after he hung up the phone, Kieran pushed himself into the adjacent sitting room, and poured himself a glass of liquor. Will indulged in a few glasses as well, but Kieran out drank his friend.

When Murphy joined them mid-afternoon, Kieran was drunk. When Lia came in early evening, Kieran was completely wasted.

Will began to worry that his friend would start injecting alcohol into his veins. It was probably an indirect attempt on his own life. Kieran was usually straightedge, so drinkingthatmuch was like going from 0 to 60mph in less than sixty seconds.

Will made attempts all day to stop Kieran from self-destructing. He offered to make Kieran a drink, and filled it halfway with water. He made food overly available, and almost made himself sick eating too much bread in an effort to tempt Kieran to eat. Will even went as far as playing smooth jazz and soothing music to try and coax Kieran into a nap. Nothing worked. Kieran was completely set on drinking himself into oblivion.