"Oh, I don't need luck, babycakes. See, I control the narrative. Enriques, Copeland, Rosewood, Foley. There's only one loose end! And that's you. Now, when people hear that your dad was killed by the Cartel, that's gonna be so easy to believe because they're gonna say "Hey, Axel Foley? Shit, I can't believe he lasted this long! But his squeaky clean daughter, Jane Saunders? What do you think happened? Maybe she was speeding down Mulholland, racing to get to the police station to find out what happened to Pops, and she took a turn just a little too fast and went sailing right off a cliff..." with no tow truck cable to catch her this time, huh?"