[Okay, so. Either the Legion is some sort of Cartel he's never heard of working out of Nevada that deals in human trafficking, or there are Great Swaths of story he doesn't know here. And he doesn't want to backtrack the man from an emotional admission through bland technicalities. He'll just figure out what all that means later.]

Another whiskey! [Hank pre-emptively calls for a glass for them both, before considering.]

I'm a cop back home. Police officer law keeper type of person. Knowing that, though... I probably would have covered up for you. Someone like that shouldn't have gotten away with it. [Hank knows he was a good cop, but he wasn't always the best cop. Sometimes things needed to play out their own way.]

My son was hurt in a crash and died in the hospital and I was always frustrated that I never could... I don't know. Get some closure over it. Can't even shoot cars to make sure they'll never hurt anyone else. Couldn't... stop androids from existing to fuck up surgeries. Couldn't keep doctors from getting high and being unable to perform. I spent a good portion of my career trying to fight drugs, too....

[Hank says wryly.] Your way at least kept her from fucking up anyone else's life.