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"The InBetween"...

Meet Damien Asante.

- Welcome. Tom Hackett.
- Good to meet you.

Yeah, he's a former profiler
with the FBI.

Transferred from LAPD.

I'm here now, all right?
I'm with you.

I saw some strange
stuff last night,

and I think it might be
related to your case.

Whatever she says in there,

I'm counting on your discretion.

Please tell me what the hell
we're talking about.

My daughter has
certain abilities

that can be very helpful,

visions and communication
with the dead.

The spirits, they seem to know

that you two are connected.

Maybe if you stopped using
what she gives you,

then leave her alone.

Late '80s, six women murdered.

Took their eyes out.
Strangled them.

Perp's name was Ed Roven,
executed October 2nd, 2005.

Hey.

We need to talk.

It's late,
and I'm not in the mood.

Come on now.

After y'all used me
to catch the bad man?

I didn't use you.

I don't even know you.

You sure about that?

You're the guy who sings
that creepy song.

Hmm.

You know, I was a big help
to your daddy.

You should think about
getting to know me better.

The name's Ed Roven.

And I already know your name.

Cassie.

What do you want?

I was hoping me and you
could be friends.

That is not gonna happen.

You speak your mind.

I like that.

Then you're gonna love this.

Get the hell out of my house.

Don't come back.

All right then.

But if you find yourself
wantin' a little help

from over on my side,
you just give me a holler

and I'll come running.

Hear?

You have to stop him.

Stop him.

Just check back at the station.

Yeah, we'll go ahead
and call it in now.

All right.

- What have we got?
- Elliot Sinclair.

Says his wife, Karen,
left the house this morning

with their 13-year-old
son, Jason.

Every day, she drops the kid
off at school at 7:45,

then heads to work herself.

But then Mr. Sinclair received
an email from the school

saying that Jason
hadn't arrived.

Uniforms check the route?

No sign of them.

If Karen was taking
Jason somewhere,

she would have told me.

What time did
the school email you

to tell you Jason was absent?

Uh, around 8:00.

I have a big project due,

so I was already at my computer,

and I called Karen's cell
and then Jason's cell.

Both went to voicemail.

And then I did
the Find My Phone app.

It said it couldn't locate them,

which, you know,
Karen's phone is never off.

And then I, uh, called 911.

Have you left the house
at all this morning,

maybe to go out
looking for them?

No, I work from home,
so I don't...

I don't really drive anymore,

and we only have one car.

Shouldn't you guys be
putting out an APB

or, um, I mean, an Amber Alert?

Isn't that what you do
in a case like this?

Absolutely, but before we do,

is there any chance at all
that Karen just decided

she needed
a little time to herself?

What do you mean?

Was everything okay
between the two of you?

Yeah, everything was great.

I mean, we're about to celebrate

our 15-year anniversary.

God, I mean, guys,
something is wrong.

Maybe you can come down
to the precinct with us,

go through some mug shots.

It could be someone
was casing your house.

Yeah, okay.
Yeah, whatever you guys need.

Excellent.

Well, do you mind if
the uniforms look around

while you do that?

It's just a formality.

Yeah, whatever you guys
need to do.

But I'm telling you,
they're not here.

No, that's it.

The woman said,
"You have to stop him."

All right, I'll keep it in mind.

Anything else?

That's it for now. I got to go.

Your husband's here,
and he brought pastries.

All right.
Well, love to you both.

I'll talk to you later.

- Hey, sweetie.
- What a nice surprise.

Hmm.

Don't you see patients
on Wednesday mornings?

Yeah, I'm taking
a few weeks off.

How come?

I've just been kind
of tired lately.

- I need a break.
- Oh.

A break, that sounds lovely.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.

It's just someone came
by the house last night,

a spectral someone.

And he said that he helped Tom
with the Shannon Bell case,

but he didn't strike me
as the helpful type.

What do you mean?

It was just a vibe I got.

I might ask Tom about him later.

I already told the guy
to get lost.

Did he listen?

Yeah, I did that thing where
I put up a mental block,

kind of like a locked door.

Doesn't work for everything,
obviously,

but it should keep him
out of the house.

- Coffee?
- Yes, please.

You know, when your mom
was going through this,

the hardest part for her was
dealing with malevolent energy.

She had ways of trying to block
it out that were not healthy.

It's all right.

I'm not her.

By the way,
I'm gonna take some time

off from work, a few weeks.

I've just been feeling
kind of tired.

I know. You told me.

When?

Just now.

See, this is why I need a break.

Hey, do you have any soy milk?

Yeah, in the fridge.

Please, take a seat.

First group are known thieves
and carjackers.

Okay, what's the second group?

Those are sex offenders.

Let us know if any of these
photos jogs your memory.

There'll be an officer right
outside if you need anything.

Hey, lady, move it!

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Okay, thanks.

Uniforms are done with their
search of the Sinclair house.

There's no signs of violence
or a struggle,

nothing pointing to Elliot
as the perpetrator.

Well, he seemed genuinely
concerned about his family.

He let us search the house
without a warrant.

Called 911 as soon
as the school let him know

Jason wasn't there.

But statistically, when a wife
and child go missing,

the husband's involved somehow.

There's something else as well.

Cassie called this morning.

She said she saw a woman
and a child,

and the woman said,
"You have to stop him."

- Stop who?
- We don't know.

The woman she described
wasn't Karen Sinclair,

and the boy was too young
to be Jason.

Now, listen,
I know all this is new to you,

but I have a feeling
there's a connection.

Preliminary background check
on Sinclair looks clean.

Nothing on his record worse
than a speeding ticket.

Friends say they seemed happy.

Speeding ticket?
He said he didn't drive.

This was back in Port Townsend.

He let his license lapse
when he moved to Seattle

four years ago.

What does Sinclair do now?

Technical writer. She's in PR.

Any financial problems?

Not that I can see,
but it looks like they did

move in a hurry and pulled
the kid out of school

in the middle of the year.

Sinclair sold
the printing company,

took a loss on the house.

Moving, career changes,
these are all major stressors.

Maybe the Sinclairs
weren't so happy

in their new home after all.

Here's Karen Sinclair's
minivan at 7:38

waiting at
the Columbia Street light.

Her driving appears normal,

nothing erratic, no speeding.

She goes right past the turn
for the kid's school,

enters I-5 north
at Cherry Street.

She's headed out of town.

And that's where we lose her.

Maybe she was taking
Jason somewhere

and forgot to tell her husband.

Or maybe she didn't tell
him on purpose.

But wouldn't she have reached
out to the school and her work

to let them know she was okay
so they didn't sound the alarm?

Yeah, makes sense.

Zayn, call the Forest Service.

Ask them to send up
a couple of drones.

Maybe we can pick up
the van again.

Copy.

I don't have a good
feeling about this.

That might be Karen's car,
but I don't think she's

in control of it.
Let's talk to Sinclair again.

It's Cassie.

Hey.

Everything okay?

Yeah, I just, uh, wanted
to ask you about something,

someone, actually, who came
by my house last night.

But you seem busy.

We're working this
possible kidnapping.

Oh.

Look, give us a couple
of minutes.

We'll meet you
in the conference room.

Okay.

- Mr. Sinclair.
- Hi, did you find them?

Are they okay?
We haven't found them,

but we do have some information.

Karen's minivan entered
I-5 headed north.

Do you know why she
would do that?

No.

Oh, my God, someone took them.

That's the only explanation.

Please, you guys,
you have to find my family.

We're doing everything we can.

Mr. Sinclair,
can you think of anyone

in your life who would
want to do this?

- Do you have any enemies?
- No.

- Does Karen?
- No!

Everybody loves Karen.

I'll ask you again.

Are you positive there are
no problems in your marriage?

Is there any chance that Karen
could be seeing someone?

We're happy, okay?

I'm telling you,
they're in trouble.

So you got run over
by a minivan,

over by a horse? You got run.

Yeah, sounds crazy,

but pretty sure
they're connected.

How come?

Hoofbeats,

both times, I heard hoofbeats.

Okay, it's... it's
not always literal.

Sometimes it's open
to interpretation.

You just have to sit with it
for a while.

Was there anything else?

Yeah, the husband was driving.

Are you sure?

Positive.

I'm sorry,
I have to get to work.

Hey, didn't you say you
wanted to, uh,

talk to me about
something, someone?

You're busy. It can wait.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

I got to go. Bye.

The whole "I don't drive" thing,

maybe it's a cover.

Where is he?

Have you seen Elliot Sinclair?

He just said he had
to go to the bathroom.

- When?
- Uh, a while ago, actually.

Maybe 20 minutes.

He's on the run.

When I told you to leave
my house last night,

it wasn't an invitation to come
and bother me at work.

You're gonna want
to hear me out, Cottontail.

Don't call me that.

All right then, Cassie.

Don't call me that either.

I'm here to offer you
a quid pro quo.

- What?
- I help you, you help me.

I know what it means.

Why would I want your help?

I know things.

I have certain skills.

Your police officer
friends, they...

Don't even start.

The answer's no.

Think it over.

After all,

a boy's life is on the line.

What?

What are you talking about?

Hey!

What are you staring at?

You wanna help me set these?

Sure.

We put out a BOLO on Sinclair,

and we sent a photo
to Border Patrol.

And we have officers
searching the neighborhood.

Yeah, well,
with a 20-minute head start,

we're already behind
the eight ball,

so keep me posted.

Elliot Sinclair's phone,
six-digit lock code.

Okay, I'll start with
birthdays and anniversaries.

Just give me some time.

HERE'S WHAT'S BUGGING ME:

Elliot started calling Karen's
cell from their home phone

as soon as he got the email
from the school at 8:00.

But she was on I-5.

He couldn't have driven them
out of town.

Maybe he's working
with someone then,

because an innocent man

doesn't take off
from a precinct bathroom

leaving his coat
and phone behind.

Unis canvassed
the Sinclairs' neighborhood,

grabbed this off
the security camera next door.

Time code reads 4:58 a.m.

Okay, so our bad guy sneaks
into the garage,

hides in the back
of Karen's car,

waits for her and Jason,
and then forces Karen

to drive them out of town.

That's not clear enough
for facial recognition software

to ID him.

Let's get this photo
on the wire.

I want it seen by every
bus driver,

train conductor, cab,
and car service in town.

You got it.

Forest Service got a hit
off one of their drones.

They think it's Karen's minivan.

Go, go! Stay tight.

I got left.

On scene, mile marker at 34.

Eyes on tree line.

Copy that, Victor.

135-34, stand by.

Clear.

You heard it, clear.

All right, it's clear, guys.

Stand down. Spread out.

Let's walk it back a little bit.

All right, glove up.

We'll start to work
on the vehicle.

Get some tape on it.

Did you hear that?

There's someone over there.

Got something!

She's over here!

All right, 360, let's go!

Herd up, red search.

She's still alive.

Medic, over here!

Let's go.

Where the hell is Jason?

Establish a parameter
of 800 yards.

Organize into teams.

We need to search these wood
for Jason Sinclair. Move.

Yes, sir. Lock down the area.

Get the K-9 units
out here right away.

- Let's go!
- Let's move!

Yeah, okay.

Thanks for the update.

Search teams
have combed the woods.

No sign of Jason.

When can we talk
to Karen Sinclair?

She's still
in critical condition.

They don't expect her
to regain consciousness

for several hours.

Doctor says she was struck
with her own car,

just as Cassie said.

Why would somebody
want to do that,

run a woman down?

Has some kind
of meaning for him.

It's personal.

Ah, looks like the security
photo of our bad guy paid off.

A cabby from Seattle Metro says
he was a fare this morning.

Dr. Delafleur to OR three.

- Martin Keel?
- Yeah.

Seattle PD.

What can I do for you gentlemen?

Your driver, Alan Saget,
told one of our officers

that he picked up this gentleman

as a fare early this morning.

The guy was waiting in the
cab line at the Hyatt downtown.

He was dropped off a few blocks
away from a house

where a woman
and her son were taken.

The driver can't remember
how he paid.

We're hoping it was credit card.

Yeah, sorry, fellas.
He paid cash.

Is the cab here?

Yeah, it's up front.

Now, I can have Forensics
out here in ten minutes

to sweep for prints.

But if you make me
get a warrant,

it'll take longer.

You say this is about
that missing kid?

That's right.

You walked right past it,
number 821.

Much appreciated.

Ready for hipster happy hour?

As ready as I'll ever be
with two dozen Mason jars.

Searchers continue
to comb the woods,

but there are still no signs
of Jason Sinclair,

who has now been missing
almost 12 hours.

Help me!

Help me! Help me!

Please let me go.

All right, kid,
thanks for letting me know.

- Cassie?
- Yes.

She said the kidnapper
is bleeding out Jason Sinclair.

Is there a chance she's wrong?

Well, she wasn't wrong about
how his mother was injured.

Any updates on
Elliot Sinclair's whereabouts?

Not yet.

Did CSU send over the prints
they pulled from the cab?

50 sets, but I just landed
on a possible.

Give me a minute
to dig into this guy.

Maria, get a team together.

Start calling
medical supply companies,

sales, rentals
over the last two weeks.

Not to hospitals,
just residential deliveries:

Bed, IV tubes,
hypodermic needles,

whatever it takes to draw blood.

Got it.

Hey, Hackett,
I got into Sinclair's phone,

and you got to see this.

Looks like right before
Sinclair took off,

he got a text message
from a blocked number.

"If you want to see
your son again,

"click the link
and follow directions.

"Come alone.
Leave your phone and ID.

"If you tell the police,
he dies.

It's time to pay
for what you did."

You tried the link?

Yeah, it's one-time use.
It's dead.

What did Elliot Sinclair do
that he needs to pay for?

Something bad enough to warrant

running down Sinclair's wife.

And if Cassie's right,
something bad enough

to torture and kill
his 13-year-old son.

He has certain skills all right.

The fingerprint we pulled
from the cab belongs

to John Llewellyn McPherson,
age 45.

That's the guy that broke
into the Sinclairs' garage.

This license was issued
in Port Townsend.

That's where
Elliot Sinclair is from.

Maybe the bad thing he did
happened back there.

Does McPherson have
a connection with Sinclair?

Not that I can find,
but McPherson's in the system.

- For what?
- For hacking.

The guy was pretty much
a Boy Scout for 32 years

and last September,
he's arrested for hacking

into the Port Townsend DMV.
Served three months.

Did he say why he did it?

Nope, just did his time.

When he got out,
he sold his house.

No current address.

Probably going under
an assumed name.

McPherson said Sinclair
needed to pay for something.

Does McPherson have family?
Has he ever lost anyone?

Nothing on the record.
Never married. No kids.

Start making some phone calls
to old neighbors

in Port Townsend.
These two men are connected.

Find out how.

Got something?

Yes, I spoke with

John McPherson's
old neighbor in Port Townsend.

She told me that in 2015,
McPherson's girlfriend

and child were killed
in a hit-and-run.

Shortly after that,
McPherson began to unravel.

The girlfriend's name,
Christie Marcus.

The baby, Tyler.

Cassie says this is the woman

that she saw
at the house this morning.

The woman who said to stop him?

Yes.

But we ran McPherson's name
through vital records.

He wasn't listed as a father
on any birth certificates.

You don't have
to be biologically related

to a child to consider
yourself their father.

HERE IT IS:

February 25th, 2015.

Christie Marcus and her son
were out for a walk

when they were struck by a car.

Driver kept going.

They bled out on the road.

A witness later reported
seeing a white Mustang

speeding by his house around
the time of the accident.

Police never solved the case.

Mustang, like the horse.

Cassie's hoofbeats.

When McPherson hacked the DMV,

he was doing
his own investigation.

He was looking
for the driver of that car.

And he found Elliot Sinclair.

That's why Cassie saw Elliot
driving the minivan.

He's the one that put this
whole thing into motion

when he killed Christie
and the child.

McPherson is killing
Sinclair's family

the same way his
own family died.

Hey, new info.

We just woke up a lot of angry
medical supply store owners,

but we may have a lead.

Palace Medical sold the items
you described four days ago

to a private buyer.

They were delivered
to 4114 Cranwell Avenue

in Rainier Beach.

Landlord confirms he rented
the place last month

to a guy matching
McPherson's description.

Good job, guys.

Have a tactical unit
meet us there.

You got it.

Mr. Sinclair!

West bedroom clear.

You okay?

Are you enjoying the show?

Show me your hands!

Get on the ground now!

You guys are early.

You're still gonna be too late.

He won't say a word?

Not even to ask for a lawyer.

He's trying to run
the clock down.

He knows Jason doesn't
have much more time.

- Anything in his house?
- It's clean.

What about the video feed?

McPherson's bouncing
the thing off

of ten different satellites.

It's encrypted,
then encrypted again.

Wait, are you telling me
there is a video feed

that Zayn can't trace?

He'll trace it eventually,
but just not in time

to save Jason Sinclair.

Tech is analyzing the video,

but it's just a tight shot
of Jason.

It's hard to see anything
in the background

that might identify a location.

There's got to be something
this guy wants,

something we can trade
for that boy's life.

Thanks.

How's Karen? Did you find Jason?

Your wife is still unconscious.

But, no, we haven't
found Jason yet.

We need your help.

Yeah, I'll do anything,

anything.

We know why McPherson
took your family, Elliot.

Because you killed his
girlfriend and their son

four years ago.

It was an accident.

I got a text on my phone, and
I looked down for one second.

And I... when I looked up,
they were in the road.

- So you just drove away?
- I panicked.

I didn't know they were dead.

I swear to God,
I didn't know they were dead.

They might not have died
if you bothered calling 911.

I was gonna turn myself in,

but then my mom convinced
me not to.

I was... I was driving
her Mustang,

and then she told
the cops that, um...

That the car had been stolen.

I have been haunted by this
for the past four years.

And I know... I... I know I have
to pay for what I did.

But Karen and Jason,
they're innocent.

Okay, I... what... what can I do?

Behe man now you weren't then.

Take responsibility
for your actions.

Write down a full confession,
and we'll give it to McPherson.

And then he'll let Jason go?

We'll do our best
to convince him.

If you want to save your son,
this is your only chance.

Elliot Sinclair is confessing

to hitting and killing
Christie and Tyler.

He'll do at least ten years.

Really?

Ten whole years?

If you're looking for justice...

Who said I'm looking
for justice?

I get it, John.

You want Sinclair
to suffer like you do.

Not just my suffering.

Do you know what happens
to your body

when you bleed to death?

Adrenaline levels rise.

Your blood vessels constrict,
causing your head to pound,

your vision to dim.

You start to panic.

You feel yourself
losing consciousness.

And then slowly, inexorably,

you slip away.

That's terrible.

Christie, the baby,

they didn't deserve
to die like that.

John, think about Christie
for a moment.

You really think
she would want this?

You got your revenge.

- Sinclair's life is ruined.
- No!

My son is gone.

My child is gone.

So he must lose his child.

Your son was an innocent,
but so is Jason.

Don't make him pay
for Elliot's crimes.

You still don't understand.

Jason is just the instrument.
He's a weapon,

like the car that Elliot
drove into my family

was a weapon.

I don't feel anything for him.

Yeah, I take satisfaction
in knowing

that Sinclair will go to prison.

But while he's inside,
if he can think about his son

alive and happy in the world,
if he can sit and think

about Jason out there somewhere,

working a job, meeting a girl,

if that brings Elliot Sinclair
even one moment of comfort,

well, that's one moment more
than I've had

in the last four years,
isn't it?

Tell Elliot Sinclair

the headaches will have begun.

We're out of leads.

We're almost out of time.

I... I can't believe
I'm saying this,

but maybe reach out to Cassie.

If she had any more information,

she would have called.

Yeah, and I'm suggesting we
get a little proactive here.

Excuse me,
what's that supposed to mean?

When Cassie saw Jason
Sinclair being bled out,

she was watching
the news report.

Maybe we can try
to make it happen again,

light the fuse.

What she sees,
what she deals with,

is incredibly rough on her.

I don't ask her
to put herself through that.

- Not for me.
- It's not for you.

It's for Jason.

Let her decide if it's worth it.

I'm not sure what help I can be.

He was just in a room.

You know, I might never
see him again.

This stuff only happens
when the universe

wants it to happen.

You first saw Jason
off a news report.

Yeah, but it's been
on the news all night

and I haven't seen him again.

There's a live feed
of Jason Sinclair on here.

If there was anything that
would inspire the universe to...

To trigger me?

Yeah, this would be it.

Here's the thing, now.
This is rough.

It's... it's real.

You might not be able
to unsee this.

So I'm telling you now,
it's all right, Cassie.

You can say no.

No, I can't.

I'll be right back.

What do you want?

And before you say
you're here to help,

I've done a little
research on you.

You have never helped anyone in
your miserable, worthless life,

and I don't believe
you'll start now.

Maybe a little advice here.

If you're gonna do this,
you'd better be all in.

Hold back, and that boy's
as good as dead.

What are you saying to me?

Ever see little kids at
the beach for the first time?

They run up to the water
so excited.

But when a wave comes,
when that cold water hits,

they turn and run away.

They're scared
of the power of the sea

'cause they know it just wants
to suck them under

and carry them away.

The inbetween is bigger
and stronger than any ocean,

so you're right to be afraid.

But if you wanna save that boy,
you got to dive in headfirst,

hold your breath, and stay down
as long as you can.

How many teams are
on the street right now?

Officers have hit
five storage sites.

So far, nothing.

How many facilities in the city?

99.

38 have first floor
exterior units.

We've been trying
to narrow it down.

I've got it.

Last week a guy matching
McPherson's description

rented a unit at
Interlock Storage on Ashby.

Gave his name as Tyler Marcus.

That's the name
of McPherson's son.

Unit number 1022.

We're on our way.
Have SWAT meet us there.

I just hope we're not too late.

Lock clear.

He's here.

Stand back. Keep your post.

Maintain perimeter.

- Clear!
- Medic!

Is he alive?

I'm not getting a heartbeat.

Prepare to defib. Clear.

Let's go again.

Clear.

Again. Clear.

Is it over?

Yeah, it's over.

Oh, God.

I feel like a great weight
has been lifted off my chest

and I can finally breathe again.

People think grief
somehow fades with time.

"Time heals," they say.

What a crock.

There's no cure for this.

You can't accept it.

You can't absorb it.

Grief is a rabid animal
you hold at bay.

Every minute of the last four
years I have spent pushing it

into the darkest corner
of my soul,

THINKING OF ONLY ONE THING:

To find and punish the man
who stole my family from me.

Now it's done.

Would you like to take a look?

They're both alive?

That's not possible.

We found him.

What?

Just in time.

That can't be right.

That's not right.
What about Christie?

What about my son?
What about them?

Sorry you lost your family.

It's a long road,
but Karen and Jason

are expected to make
full recoveries.

Oh, that is such great news,
you guys.

- To Karen and Jason.
- Karen and Jason.

Karen and Jason.

All right, I'm off.

I leave now, I will get home
in time for dinner with Brian.

- Oh, that's sweet.
- Brian?

Yeah, my husband.

You married, Asante?

Not married, no.

Good work today, guys.

Good work.

Good work.

Yeah, he's warming up a little.

Mmm. Another?

Who's Sally?

I'm sorry.
You don't have to answer that.

It's okay. Um...

Sally's my fiancée.

Or, at least, she was gonna be.

I had the ring.

I never got the chance
to propose.

Did you see her?

Uh, the two of you, happy.

But it sounds like
something happened.

Yeah, we were living
together in LA.

She was studying for the bar,
working nonstop.

And she started
to have these headaches.

We figured it was stress,

so she powered through the exam,

then flew home to Seattle
for a visit.

She was gonna see her family,
take it easy.

And it turns out the headaches,
you know, it wasn't stress.

It was, uh...

bacterial meningitis.

She collapsed, fell into a coma.

It's been six months.

You know, the doctor says
if she doesn't wake up

before the year is out,
then they don't...

You know,
I visit her when I can.

I talk to her.

It's like she's here,
but she's gone too.

That's how it feels.

I'm so sorry.

My grandmother had dementia,

and eventually she lost
the ability to speak,

but sometimes she could
still talk to me,

kind of like a ghost.

If you want,
I can sit with Sally

and see if she'll talk to me.

I make no promises.

No, I understand, but that...

that'd be great.

But if it's okay,
let's not mention this to Tom.

He doesn't know Sally's
the reason I came to Seattle,

and I don't want him thinking
my head's not in the game.

Thank you.

Guess you and me
make a pretty good team.

We're not a team.

I never want to see you again.
I mean it.

What's got your fur up,
Cottontail?

You get off on scaring women.

That's the only reason you sent
me in there headfirst.

You knew it would hurt.

Saved the boy, though,
didn't we?

Nothing comes easy, Cassie girl,

not in this life or the next.

I want out of the inbetween.

I want to see what's waiting
for me on the other side.

I hope you like the heat.

Oh, I'm not sure it's as
black and white as all that.

But either way, I want out,

and you're gonna help me,
Cottontail.

Wait and see.