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You pulled the file on a United States Marshal?

It's called a criminal investigation.

It's called a god damn witch hunt.

Now, you get that garbage out of this house before I throw you the hell out with it!

When was the last time you saw Inspector Shannon?

Don't be thinking you're too good for me.

They picked the wrong girl to abduct. I bet you anything she broke his nose.

What happened?

I killed someone tonight, mom.

And this must be Inspector Shannon.

Hi, I'm Eleanor Prince.

Nice to meet you.

You have to get her to accept Eleanor.

Shall I teach her to levitate while I'm at it?

I know everybody thinks that she's so stable, but I swear she's not.

As far as you need, we'll walk it off.

That happy feeling's all gone.

You're on official administrative leave.

You have no standing, nor authority as U.S. Marshal. What?

Log off and go home.

Consider me logged off.

Since 1970, the Federal Witness Protection program has relocated thousands of witnesses,

some criminal, some not, to neighborhoods all across the country.

Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute,

distinguishing them from the rest of the general population.

And that is...

somebody wants them dead.

Ah, that's good.

That's good, that's good.

No, it is your problem, bro.

Because right now, I got more demand than supply... What's this?

And where I come from, that makes this a seller's market.

So why don't you suck on that economic reality for a while?

Believe the nerve of that guy?

Gendrich needs 100 k's... tonight.

Tonight?

Dude, I've only got, like, 40 cured.

The rest won't be ready for at least a couple more days.

Hey, where'd this stuff come from?

South slope.

And don't give me any of that, "we will sell no weed before its time," crap.

No! Look, I got people screaming for product.

No, no. Come on, rory.

There... there is a process here, okay? Just do it, short bus.

Easy, Del. Jesus.

Jerry...

Jerry...

we are in crisis mode here, okay?

Now, you're going to have to lower your standards. Just this once. Okay, pal?

why do we even keep that guy around?

Maybe because he knows more about growing weed than any man alive.

Yeah, I guess.

What are we going to do about this guy?

What I ought to do is just quit.

Then they'd see.

They think they can do what I do?

Del!

Freeze! Get on the ground! Stay where you are!

You're under arrest.

Okay, easy... okay.

Oh, that's not cool.

So we'll get started as soon as Stan gets in with your file and the M.O.U.

How was your flight? Everything okay?

Yeah, it was fine. Thank you. Except they forgot to feed us.

You haven't eaten anything? No. Not since this morning.

I'll see what we've got.

I recommend the steak au poivre.

And the sand dabs are divine.

Okay, everybody... let's get started.

So, Jerry... has anyone briefed you on the memorandum of understanding?

I beg your pardon?

What's wrong with him? Is he on something?

No, that's the problem, he hasn't been allowed to get high since coming into the program.

So you're telling me U.S. Marshals kept him from taking illegal drugs?

You don't understand. Jerry...

he has a prescription for medical marijuana.

It's the only thing that helps his social anxiety disorder.

I see. Well... sorry, Jerry, you're not in California anymore.

And the federal government considers marijuana an illegal controlled substance, period.

So you're either straight, or you're out of the program.

What happened? Did Mary yell at someone already?

No, no, Jerry's just bummed 'cause he can't toke up.

Yeah, we get a lot of that. Have a P.B. and J. Sandwich, cheer you right up.

No, no, get that out of here now. Now!

What, what, what? What is this?

It's just Jerry is highly allergic to peanuts.

Even the tiniest taste could send him into anaphylactic shock.

Can't talk, can't eat.

Aren't you the lucky girl?

And this is the famous route 66. Built from 1926 to 1936.

It was the original highway from Chicago to California.

Is that when we killed all the native americans, mommy?

No, stupid. That happened in the 1800s.

Wanda... Let me guess, homeschooled?

Ooh, look. Bob... Bob's here.

Who? Where? Do you see someone you know?

No, it's Bob's Burger. It's his favorite restaurant. They don't use peanut oil.

I had no idea they had Bob's in New Mexico.

Can we stop? Please?

Ah, why not? I could use a zippy soda.

Welcome to Bob's. May I take your order.

Yeah, can I get a... Yeah, we'd like one chicken club combo,

with a coke, two bacon cheddars, with vanilla shakes, an ice water,

four side salads with no dressing, and, um...

medium diet coke. No, make it a large.

And, uh... one large diet coke.

Your total is 38.40 Please pull up to the next window.

Thanks. Will do, man.

So you and Bob are tight, huh?

It's been said neurotics build castles in the sky, psychotics live in them,

and psychiatrists collect the rent.

I wonder who they call for home repair.

Man, how am I going to get through this day?

Oh, crap, Raph.

Haven't talked to Raph since the other night.

Does this mean you're flaking on me?

You were going to help me.

Register for classes. Is that it?

Jesus, I had to dig deep for that one.

Yeah, sorry. I can't.

Why is it that every time you say you're going to help me get my life together,

something more important pops up?

Please, don't do this.

I'm not doing anything.

You're the one that's always going on about being responsible and honoring your commitments.

Please?

I'll get it.

I really need your help.

All right, look, I'll come pick you up around lunchtime.

Heh, thank you.

All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, it's not like I'm donating a kidney.

Mom... what's wrong?

I've got it!

What?

Sweet charity...

I got the lead!

Oh, my God! Mom! That's incredible.

Yeah, mom, that's great news.

Right?

Yeah, it's...

Man, oh, man, O'Connor.

I mean, you FBI guys...

I've been on the job five years, I don't even have a cubicle.

You've been in town, what, six minutes, you have a private office?

Now how is that fair?

Anyway, I was just wondering when you think I can expect a crew at my house to fix your mess?

Actually, I was just going to call you about that.

I'm looking into the...

first week of when hell freezes over. Does that work for you?

'Cause if not, I can reschedule.

Nope, that's about what I expected.

Yeah, so... in the meantime, I'll just store some of my stuff here.

Does that work for you?

Okay. You know what? Eleanor...

I've tried to be nice. Cut you some slack. Because you're new.

But this is it. I've had it.

I'm sorry, when exactly was it that you tried to be nice? I... I must've missed that.

Oh, yeah? Probably 'cause nothing can penetrate that helmet of hairspray,

and that obnoxious cloud of perfume surrounding you.

Excuse me. What?

Inspector, uh, certain other persons around here might be afraid of you and walk on egg shells.

God forbid anyone should upset her highness. But I'm not one of them.

You are a bully. And you're spoiled.

And for some reason, you have been given a pass on rude behavior.

But I won't put up with it. It's unacceptable.

You think I give a rat's ass what you will or won't put up with, Eleanor?

Get over yourself. And get it through your thick head...

I don't want my desk over there! All right?

I want it over there. I want every... every... I want...

I just want every... every...

Mary, are you all right? What is it? What's wrong?

Is it like the last time? What?

No, I just... she... back... I want everything back the way it was... before. Before I...

Whoa, man. What is that?

All right, you're okay. It's just a little residual brain gunk.

Just breathe, I'll get you a chair. Okay...

Or do that.

Who's she?

Mary, this is Shelly Finkel, the department psychologist.

She's here for your traumatic incident debriefing...

and evaluation.

Yeah. That sounds about right.

How am I doing so far?

How's that? We getting stereo? Oh, Jesus. Stop.

God. My head.

She's good. Two channels. Everything's good.

Feel all right?

I'm good. Really. Tip-top. Probably just got...

a hold of a bad clam.

So if you could just sign whatever it is you need to sign, I've got a high priority witness,

and the U.S. Attorney waiting for me.

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Before I can clear you for full active duty, we need to do a complete psych work up.

Interviews, observation, job history analysis, maybe even a period of therapeutic counseling.

Yeah, look, I can give you five minutes, and then I got to prep my witness for trial. So...

did you explain the process to her?

Well... I didn't really get a chance.

Mary, because of the extreme trauma often associated with experiences like yours,

Shelly's a ride along for as long as she sees fit.

A ride along? This is ridiculous. Why?

Because it's department policy.

If you want to be reinstated, you have to allow shelly to observe you,

during work hours, without restrictions.

Are you joking?

I don't think... Here take these.

What did I just take?

It's just aspirin, but finish the water. You're probably dehydrated.

Anyway... this ride along program is a fairly new measure,

designed to help federal employees who've been through a traumatic incident and may be at risk.

At risk... at risk for what?

Would you excuse us for a moment?

Oh, sure.

This is a really bad idea, Stan.

No sane person is going to let her work with firearms.

Sorry, guys. Department regs. I am completely handcuffed on this one.

Oh, God. I am so screwed.

Hey, guys. Sorry for keeping you. I ran into a...

Anyway, this is Shelly Finkel.

She's a psychiatrist from the Marshals, sent to observe.

Hey, Sherry. Nice to meet you.

Uh, it's Shelly. And I'm a psychologist.

Oh, God, Jerry. You're high. Like the sears tower.

Nah, I'm just a little buzzed so I could, you know, do this meeting.

This is what I flew from Denver for?

All right, folks. Here's the deal.

Your friend's trial starts tomorrow, and as my main witness, you cannot take the stand on drugs.

So you better be ready to travel tomorrow morning.

And you better be able to testify... straight.

Damn it, Jerry.

Grace, you know he can't get high.

Not for this meeting, nor for any other reason.

Then you have a major problem because he can't function in any social setting without marijuana.

And that includes testifying in court.

I... I... I have serious social anxiety disorder. The weed trims it out.

Do you have any idea how serious this is?

Your whole family could get violated and terminated out of the program.

You can wind up in jail.

Please, there has to be some dispensation Jerry can get for medical marijuana.

What can I say? I'm a clinically diagnosed pothead.

Fascinating. Yeah, it's a real puzzlement.

Listen to me, you are not to get loaded bet- ween now and tomorrow. Do you understand me?

Ja vol, fraulein.

And besides, I have to get to work.

Yeah, no wonder my phone service sucks. Grace, please...

I know. I know. Let's go, Jerry.

Can you go with him, make sure he gets rid of his stash?

All over it.

Hey, I was going to call you. I swear it's on my list.

Oh, that's okay. I called you. How are you feeling?

Uh, I'm good. I mean, I'm... you know, I'm okay.

I'm glad to hear that.

Brandi told me about what happened to you. I'm sorry.

For what?

For all of it. For... that you had to go through that,

and, you know, I also am sorry that I wasn't there to... to help you.

To protect you.

Raph... listen.

Today's turning into a real bitch.

Can I call you when I get off? Maybe we can grab a bite?

Sure. Sure, I'd like that. Call me later.

Okay, bye.

Boyfriend?

No... I'm emotionally closed off and incapable of romantic attachments.

You should write that down there.

So you ready to get started with the interview?

As much fun as that sounds, I promised my little sister I'd help her register for school.

Sounds like fun.

Ah, they don't know what it's like.

All those people drinking their mai tais and cuba libres... judging me.

I can't do it.

All those people watching me talk. It's... it's too scary.

It's too, too scary.

Oh, sweet Jesus. So... what do you think?

Kitschy, right?

The FBI did this?

Yes, but in fairness to them,

they were searching for 20 pounds of crystal meth my sister Brandi allegedly hid here.

Did I hear my name?

Yeah, I was talking about you... why are you wearing my suit?

Oh, because I just wanted to look more, you know, plain... for registrations.

Hi, I'm Mary's sister Brandi. Hi, I'm Shelly.

Sorry. Shelly's a psychiatrist with the Marshal Service here to evaluate me.

I mean, good luck.

I mean, I just think you're about 30 years too late.

She's actually right about that. Do you want something to drink?

Yeah, sure, a glass of water would be great.

Why is this floor all wet?

Oh... oh, yeah, the washer backed up.

Well, why the hell didn't you mop it up?

Because you said you wanted Agent O'Connor to clean everything up.

The mess he made. Your mess is your responsibility. Get me some towels.

Can't, they're all in the washer.

Unbelievable, Brandi.

Here, use that. Spread that out.

Do you need some help?

I think we've got it covered.

All right, come on. I've got to get back to work.

Oh, oh yeah! I found out you can do it online. It was super easy.

I guess I should've called to tell you.

Funny thing is... this went so much better than I thought it would.

Hey, what's up?

What the hell happened?

Well, according to the crop duster who happened to be flying by at the time,

"the dang fool just tumbled ass over tea kettle outta his cotton-pickin' cherry picker for no good reason."

Which isn't a huge surprise, since Jerry reeked of pot when they brought him in.

Thought you were going to get rid of his stash.

I did. However, in the limited time afforded me,

I wasn't' able to get rid of all the pot in Albuquerque.

Is he going to be all right?

His E.E.G was normal. They've got him sedated for the time being.

Well, I suppose we should look into the possibility that this was an attempt on his life.

What do you think?

I don't know... given the eye witness account, and the fact that murder by Cherry Picker seems

to have fallen from favor with your modern assassin, it's highly unlikely.

You want me to do a threat assessment, don't you?

Would you mind?

Oh, and while you're at it, would you request a security detail,

and a hotel authorization for the family tonight?

What? What could you possibly have to write about that? God.

So tell me about your family.

Love to.

Mom is a special ed teacher, working with disadvantaged kids.

She spends her free time reading to the blind or as a red cross volunteer.

Little sis, whom you met... she illustrates children's books.

You always this hostile toward that which you disdain?

I guess if you call that hostile, then yeah, I am. Aren't you?

I tend to give those things a wide berth.

You, on the other hand, seem to actually go out of your way to engage.

Any idea why that is? Yeah.

Because you're afraid of confrontation.

So you stand by and let the assholes of the world behave badly.

I think people should be held accountable for their actions.

I see.

So you hold yourself accountable for your actions.

I do.

I assume the same holds true for your family.

Maybe you can tell me some of the ways in which you've held them accountable for their bad behavior?

Hey, now... what is it about that question that makes you so angry?

No response... okay, we'll come back to that one.

What? Hey, it's me.

The theatre just called, mom didn't show up for rehearsal.

She was supposed to be there three hours ago.

And you called me because? What should I do?

I don't know. I guess start making the usual calls, hospitals, bars, highway patrol.

Look, I'm getting another call. Call me when you know something. I'll do the same.

Okay, bye.

Yep.

Okay, thanks. I'll be right up.

Jerry's awake.

Hey, daddy.

Hi, daddy. How do you feel?

Hi, sweetheart.

It's okay. I'm here, the kids are here. You're going to be fine.

Who... who are you people?

Jerry, sweetheart.

It's me. I'm Grace. I'm your wife.

And I'm here with Liza and Soren. Our children. Remember?

I don't know who you are.

Daddy... it's me, Liza.

I'm sorry.

I don't know who you are.

Daddy. Take them away.

No, no. Okay, okay. It's all right, kids.

Daddy just bumped his head.

And it's making him forget, but he's going to remember.

He's going to get better, I promise.

I'm so sorry, I don't want to make anyone cry.

Shh, it's all right.

Grace.

Why don't you take the kids outside for a few minutes?

All right, come on, kids.

It'll be okay.

Why don't you cut the crap, Jerry.

If you think this amnesia B.S. is going to save you from testifying,

you're in for a real unhappy surprise. Listen to me, you fruit basket.

You're at least partly responsible for that dead DEA Agent,

and one way or another, you're going to make good by him.

So I'm going to come back in a half hour.

And if the person I know as Jerry hasn't reappeared, wide awake, and ready to testify...

I am going to crawl under those covers, reach down your throat, and pull him out by your balls.

Got it? Good.

There. Knock yourself out.

Yes, Marshall.

Oh, hi, Eleanor. I didn't realize you were in Stan's office.

Hope I'm not interrupting anything.

No, no. Not at all.

Yeah, uh, what can I do for you, inspector?

The threat assessment on Jerry checks out normal.

But just to be safe, I need an autho- rization to move the family to a motel,

and for an additional security detail.

Whatever you need. Thanks, boss.

Now you kids get back to whatever it was you were doing.

Emergency. Admitting, please.

Sorry, I was humming along to your hold music.

Anyway, I was wondering if there was a Jinx Shannon that was admitted there in the past few hours?

She's my mother. Sure.

What is that song?

Oh, yeah, I guess you don't get to hear it.

Okay, you're sure she's not there?

Okay, thanks.

Oh, could you put me on hold?

I'll hang up when the song's over.

Hello?

Ugh, what a bitch.

See if this rings a bell.

Right.

Does that sound familiarat all?

It's okay, daddy. It'll come back to you.

I don't havea song.

Wow, typical second kid blues. Get used to it.

Sorry... Grace?

Could I get a few more minutes alone with Jerry?

We'll be right outside.

Thank you.

Listen, Jerry...

I owe you an apology.

I lost my temper.

I know how scared you must be.

That for you, the thought of testifying in front of a room full of strangers is like how...

standing naked in front of a hungry lion would be for me.

Threw in the naked so you'd have something to write about.

Anyway, I wouldn't blame you at all for pretending to have amnesia. Okay, but...

I need to know if you're faking or not in order to determine what to do next. So...

if you could just let me know.

I'm sorry, I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you're talking about.

Okay.

Okay, I understand.

Oh, gosh.

It occurred to me you haven't eaten anything since the accident, so I um...

I got you a cookie. Grace said these are your favorite.

Peanut butter?

No, no! Are you insane? Here, here!

You're good. You're very good.

What was that? He's allergic to peanuts.

Apparently, he'd rather die than testify.

Amnesia, huh? Don't you dare laugh.

No, I would never. Although, it is surprising this hasn't happened before.

Considering how many people would like to forget they ever met you.

Took you a long time to think that one up, didn't it?

Almost an hour.

All right, so answer me this.

If he really doesn't know who he is, why's he still acting like Jerry? Afraid to talk?

Because we're still who we are, even if we don't know who we are.

That suggests an interesting variation of Schrodinger's cat experiment,

where in an object "is" in a state of superposition,

and neither "is," nor "isn't", for want of observational...

Okay, I'll stop.

Good god, now what? What?

The hospital just called, mom's in the emergency room.

What? What for? They didn't say.

Okay, sit tight. I'm going to head down.

I'll see what I can find out and call you back. Okay. Don't forget.

I won't. Bye.

Jinx is in the E.R.

Mom, what happened?

Ask him.

Marshal Shannon, what happened to my mother?

Pulled her over for driving erratically.

Gave her the order to stay in the car, she disobeyed, got out of the car, belligerent,

obviously inebriated, and fell on her face.

He's lying!

She then refused a field sobriety test and is now refusing a blood draw.

He forced me off the road, then he practically... he dragged...

Mom, mom! Stop talking.

Is she under arrest? Yes, ma'am.

As soon as they get her cleaned up, I'm going to take her down to metro for booking.

All right.

I'm going to see if I can get you arraigned before the end of the day.

If not, you're going to have to spend the night in jail.

And do not say anything else about what happened.

You're gonna let him take me to jail?

That's pretty much how it works when you get arrested, mom.

Unless you think we can shoot our way out of here.

Hi, sergeant. Mary Shannon. U.S. Marshals.

How are you, ma'am? I've been better.

My mother was picked up on a DWI.

Ah, jeez. Sorry. Thanks.

What can I do for you?

Well, I was wondering if there were any more scheduled arraignments?

And would it be possible for the arresting officer to transport her directly to court

so she doesn't have to spend the night in jail?

Have a seat, I'll see what I can do. Appreciate it.

You're that marshal who got kidnapped.

Shot your way out of that basement, huh?

Yeah, that's me. Good for you.

Bastards got what they deserved.

Anything I can do to help?

No, I got it covered. Thanks.

Aren't you going to ask me what I'm feeling right now, or something like that?

What are you feeling right now?

Rather not talk about it. Okay.

What the hell?

Truth is, I guess I don't feel much of anything anymore.

This has been going on since I was ten.

You ever think about washing your hands of the whole thing?

Just turning your back and walking away?

Yeah, I used to. Why don't you anymore?

I'm not sure. I mean, I think a few years ago,

I would've told you it's because for better or worse,

you don't walk away from family.

Like your father did.

Yeah.

So what do you think has changed?

Nothing. I think I just realized that I'm afraid if I turn my back on her,

she'll wind up dead in the gutter, or in a fiery car crash.

You realize that's likely to happen anyway?

Yeah, but... this way, she won't be able to say it's my fault.

How's that for sound reasoning?

You want to know what I think?

Not really, but go ahead. Tell me.

Excuse me, Marshal.

Just when we're on the verge of a breakthrough.

Any luck?

Sorry, judge wrapped his last appointment 15 minutes ago.

Clerk tried to catch him, see if he could hear another one for a cop,

you know, but he was already gone.

I appreciate it. Hey, we all got family.

I'll make sure she gets to court with the first group in the morning.

And we'll keep her in the temporary holding cell downstairs.

She'll have it all to herself, and you can stay with her all night long, if you want.

You're a good man, sergeant.

Neurologically, he's fine.

And doctor's cleared him for release first thing in the morning.

And what about the amnesia?

He still claims to have no idea who he or anyone else is.

What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

I swear to God, Marshal.

Relax, I'll have him in Denver by 10:00 a.m. tomorrow, ready to testify.

Straight. I will.

And how do you expect to accomplish that?

I thought it was obvious by now that I have no idea what I'm doing.

Your honor... at this time, I'd like to ask that my client be released on her own recognizance.

She lives in the community with her daughter, who is a U.S. Marshal, and poses no flight risk.

Is the daughter in the court today?

Yes, your honor. I'll vouch for her.

All right.

Then your honor, I'd like to enter a plea of not guilty to all charges.

Time is waived. I ask to put this over for a setting date.

How's the 22nd?

Very well, counselor.

Bail remains set at $1,000.

Drive her home, don't let her out of the house until I get back.

Man, that's rough. Tell me about it.

Come on, we've got a plane to catch. Can't believe you're going with us.

I can't believe you'd think I'd bail before seeing how this ends.

All right, folks. In a few minutes, I'll go into the courtroom,

trial begins with opening statements.

After that, Jerry will be the first witness called.

If you think he's not going to make it, you let me know before I call him, understand?

He's going to make it.

and just so we're crystal clear...

if for any reason... any reason at all...

you don't take the stand and testify against your former partners,

this time tomorrow, you'll find yourself in the defendant's box with them.

On trial for that murdered DEA Agent.

All right, way to rally the troops. You're a regular Henry the fifth.

Grace.

You've got to make him understand that if he doesn't testify,

he'll lose you, the kids, everything, forever.

You don't get it. This isn't a matter of choice.

Jerry's no more capable of speaking in front of a room full of strangers than you are of flying.

I don't know.

Pretty sure that if I had a family like yours, and someone was going to take them away,

I'd try to fly.

Jerry... sweetheart.

I know...

I know that you know who you are.

Who I am.

And who our children are.

And I also know why you're doing this.

But here's the thing...

Liza, and Soren, and I love you.

And need you so much.

Our world crumbles without you.

And so...

I know you feel the same way too, I know you do.

Just... just this once.

Just this one time.

I need you to be brave for us.

So that our world doesn't fall apart.

And if you can do that, try and be brave...

then we can all go home together.

And you'll never have to do it again.

I can't. I'm so sorry.

No, it's okay. It's okay.

You want me to get word to Scalfa?

No.

Is the prosecution ready to call its first witness?

We are, your honor.

The witness has been called.

Okay, Jer...

Let's go. Jerry, let's go. Come on.

Mary, Mary. No, this is cruel. Grace, sit down. Good God!

Maybe if somebody actually made him stand up on his own for once, he would.

Listen up, Jerry. This is not about you anymore.

I will not allow you to spend the rest of your life in a five by eight cell waiting for the executioner.

I refuse to look back on this moment, knowing that I let that happen.

So you are going to go out there, and you are going to testify. Now stand up straight.

Look at me.

I know you want to be brave.

I know you do. Everybody does.

Come on. Marshall.

It's okay.

Just look into the microphone, answer the questions, and everything will be all right.

State your name, please.

Sir? Please state your name.

My name is Jerry Royal.

Do you solemnly swear the testimony you're about to give is entirely truthful?

I do.

Will you please tell the court what you've donefor a living for the past five years?

I was a pot farmer.

And did you work alonein this enterprise?

No.

Did you have business partners?

I had two business partners.

Would you please tell the court the name of your two business partners?

Rory Karl and Delano Hunt.

Are Mr. Karl and Mr. Huntin the courtroom today?

Yes.

And would you point them out for the court, please?

told you if I played it cool, he'd ask me out.

Does anyone think you're funny?

I do. But more in a laughing-at-her sort of way.

What do you want?

I didn't come here to waste my time with underlings.

I have an interagency request for all work product generated by this office

related to the Spanky Carson, Brandi Shannon investigation.

Brandi? Was there a knock? I didn't hear a knock.

Did you hear a knock? There was no knock.

Agent O'Connor. It's good to see you.

You know, I have a terrific working relationship with the FBI office here in Albuquerque.

You, being from out of town, may not have known that,

which is why I'm still on this side of the desk.

But if you ever enter my office without invitation or speak to me in that tone ever again,

I promise you, I will make you cry in front of your friends.

Now, inspectors, would you please escort these gentlemen outside?

Okay, folks, you heard the man. Let's go.

I'm not leaving here till I get what I came for.

Where do you get the balls to come into my office, you little insect,

and speak to me in that tone?

An insect? Yeah, this is my office.

Office?

Hi, sir. It's Eleanor. I'm very well. Very well, sir, and you?

Good to hear. Sir, we have a little incident here.

Let's not lose our badges or our heads.

Thank you.

Sorry to interrupt, sir. Agent O'Connor, the phone is for you.

This is special Agent O'Connor.

Oh, hello, sir. Yes, sir, I am.

Yes, sir, but... well, thank you, sir. Goodbye, sir.

Somebody's in trouble.

We have to get back to the office.

What?

What? I'm supposed to like her now?

So here's the deal.

I've never met anyone as good at their job as you.

Yeah, I don't suck.

I've also never met anyone living day-in, day-out,

with as much stress as you and obviously that's a big concern.

Normally, under conditions like these,

I would insist on at least a month off with counseling

to try to alleviate some of this stress.

However, I've come to believe that this job is your let-off valve.

It's literally the thing that keeps you sane.

Does that mean I can keep working?

It does under two conditions. The first being that you call me once a week,

or the second you feel like things are getting out of hand.

Okay. What's the other condition?

That you cut yourself some slack.

Because no matter how hard you try to prove you're a good girl, make everything right,

solve every problem, your father is not coming back.

How do you know?

You don't have a girl in there, do you?

No, I've sworn off girls.

I thought you were going to call.

I know. I'm sorry. A bunch of stuff came up.

What else is new? Could you hand me a towel, please?

Coming up.

I wonder how it can be.

All of us quaking cowards, hiding under covers one day, storming beaches the next.

Shrinking violets impossibly frail.

Hey, what happened to all your...

our best days spent unquestioning, hurtling into hail storms.

The rest just spent.

No.

Opposites extremes...

inexplicable paradox perhaps best left in a bowl full of kibble

to be lapped up by Schrodinger's cat.

There goes that resolution.

I may have underestimated you.

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