Fuckwald, it's day fucking 3 and someone is dead and I'm gonna be a useless goddamn mess tomorrow on your shitty little trial if I don't get some fucking booze in me!

[ Really, Hank doesn't sound well today. This "call" starts angry, but just gets sadder and sadder. ]

Look, the robot corgi helped. I appreciate it? I do. But for fuck's safe. Please. Please. Just one. I just need a little, man. Just one and I'll go back. I'll quit. Connor can help me.

Please, Oswald. I just... I can't do this anymore.