[s2e6] Hold What You Got -

"I'm exactly what the ticket said." Miller leaned back, his synthetic jacket crinkling. He looked tired. Not the kind of tired a night of sleep fixes, but the kind that gets down into the marrow and stays there. "You want to hold what you got, Holloway? Then you stop looking at what you lost. This is the pile. This is the whole damn stack. You either lock it in the floor safe or you let the wind take it. I'm done holding the bag."

"To the bank. To the state. To whoever's buying up the bottom half of this county this week. Does it matter?" [S2E6] Hold What You Got

"We used to be able to dictate the terms," the old man muttered. "I'm exactly what the ticket said

Miller didn’t care about the history. He only cared about the grease-stained ledger sitting on the desk between them. "You want to hold what you got, Holloway

Holloway reached out with a trembling, liver-spotted hand. He didn't take the bag. He just touched the leather with the tip of his finger, as if expecting it to be hot to the touch.