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[funky beat]

♪

What's up, Doc?Hey!

Don't ever do that to me again.

Sorry.

I thought you were
off the caffeine.

Well, I guess this is him.

What do you mean?

The dead guy.

You telling me
you're just seeing him

for the first time
right now?

Yeah.

Dispatch told me you called
ten minutes ago.

What are you talking about?

The dead guy you called in.

I didn't called him in.
You called him in.

No, I didn't.Yes, you did.

I think I would have
remembered that.

Are you telling me
you didn't call my office

and specifically request
that you meet me here?

That is exactly
what I'm saying.

Well, then who did?

I'm sure there's
an explanation.

In the meantime, this guy
isn't getting any deader.

For all we know,
he coulda called it in himself.

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and say he didn't.

Eeesh.

[Macy]
Come on, I'm the Chief M.E.,
damn it.

I'm not supposed to be finding
bodies in alleys.

I'm telling you, I'm getting
to the bottom of this.

While I admire your "dog with
a bone" attitude, Dr. Macy.

I don't know think there's
a bottom to get to.

It was probably just a snafu
with the dispatcher.

A snafu?
[Bug]
Yeah. Human error.

Responsible for the majority
of bungled, botched,

and boneheaded messes
in this world.

Only if you're allotting
for a lot of alliteration.

I'm serious.

One of the few good things
about working in this place.

Okay, I'll bite.

Most people here are dead,
aren't they?

Eliminates a certain percentage
of said human error.

You lie awake at night thinking
about these things, don't you?

Hey. You know, I've been
in this room over 50 times,

and I've never noticed
this thing right here,

above the door.

What is it?

Scintillation detector.

We had them installed
after 9/11.

It's supposed to flash when it
detects a radiation presence

in case of terrorist attack.

Oh, cool.
At least we know it works.

[beeping]

[beeping louder]

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[Macy] There's only a little bit of residue here on his hands.

We're lucky he's not emitting it
from his pores.

That mean it's safe for me
to take this Devo outfit off?Sure, why not.

You know, you probably weren't
planning on having kids anyway.

Right?

Just got his prints back
from AFIS.

It turns out our radioactive
friend here

is a Donald Brown,
from Framingham, Mass.

Get Lily on it, she can
handle the notification.

Please tell me he worked
with radioactive material.

I have no idea.

I, uh...

I couldn't find
an employment history.

Can't you just
cross-reference his RMV

with his Social Security number?

See, that's just it.

There is no
Social Security number.

There appears to be some kind
of block on his I.D.

What the hell's
going on here?

I'm calling CSU,
going back to the scene.

Comb through every inch
of the place,

see if I can't get
to the bottom of this.

Dr. Macy?

There's an Agent Scannell here
to see you.

He's from the FBI.

It's about "him."

Lily, have you contacted
Donald Brown's next of kin yet?

I just got off the phone
with his wife.
And?

She seemed a little funny.

Funny ha ha, or--

Funny weird.

I tried to set a time
for her to come in

and I.D. the body,
but she kept dodging me.

Like I was asking her
to break an appointment

at the hair salon.

All right.

Go to his house, bring
a Polaroid and make the I.D.

I understand you have the body
of Donald Brown here.

That's right.

May I ask how you knew that?

We just do.

Well, maybe you can tell me who
he is, I'm tired of guessing.

I'm afraid I can't
divulge that either.

Okay.

And why is that?

It's a sensitive
security issue.

I'm just here to ask a favor.

Well, call it a pet peeve,
but I generally like to know

what I'm getting myself into.

Doctor, all you need to know
is that I represent

the United States government.

And for reasons that
I won't tell you,

we need this office
to assist in a case.

And we need this
to happen right now.

When were you gonna get around
to the radioactive part?

As long as we're taking 'em out
and measuring 'em,

this morgue is under
my jurisdiction.

And when I have a radioactive
body show up here,

I'm bound by law to report it

to the Nuclear
Regulatory Commission.

So, if you want to stick around for that call...

I need your word
this won't leave your office.

What's this all about?

Can I help you?

Oh...hi.

Uh, it's not what it looks like.

I was just...

Actually, I was looking to see

if I was on the roster
for an autopsy.

Funny, you look
fairly alive to me.

I'm sorry, I'm Dr. Maguire.

Devan.

You're not Garret Macy,
are you?

No.
I'm Lily Lebowski.

This is my office.

Oh, okay.

Well, then I really have
some explaining to do.

This is my first day here.

I was supposed to meet
a Dr. Macy.

Next office over.
Your first day what?

Working here.

I'm doing a two-month rotation
for my residency in pathology.

Oh...
No one told me.

But then again,
I'm the grief counselor,

so no one would.

Grief counselor.

Wow.
Sounds...

Heavy?

Boring.

I'm sorry?

That was terrible,
wasn't it?

Sometimes I just say the first
thing that pops into my head.

God-awful habit.

I'm just--

I'm a little nervous,
that's all.

If you could just
direct me to Dr. Macy.

Yeah.

That would probably be
a good idea.

[Peter] Maybe Donald Brown is some sort of spy.

Yeah, like a nuclear spy.

Double agent
selling government secrets.

That sort of thing.

Or a tax evader.

Just saying.

The man is radioactive, Bug.

We run his prints
through AFIS,

J. Edgar shows up faster than
you can say "Bob's your uncle."

Thanks for your help.

We'll be in touch.
All right.

What?

What do you mean, "what"?
What did he say?About what?

About Donald Brown.

Well, that was nothing.

The system flagged his prints
at the local FBI office.

Turns out he was wanted.

For what?

Mail fraud.

Mail fraud?

Told you.

They've already got a suspect
in custody.

And he's confessed.

So, I'll personally
handle it from here.

So how'd he get radioactive?

[in unison]
Yeah.

He worked at a hospital.

Radiology.

Sorry, fellas, there's nothing
more exciting than that.

[sniffing]

Smell something?

[ominous music]

Ah, Dr. Macy,
this is Dr. Maguire.

Call me Devan.

What can I do for ya?

The residency rotation.

The what?

Dr. LaCorte should've
contacted you.

Oh. Right...um...

Boston General.

I'm ready to help out
anyplace you'd like me to.

Well, I could use
a cup of coffee.

That's funny.

I meant with an autopsy.

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves. Peter!

I need to talk to you!

So, what would you
like me to do?

I'll tell you what,

why don't you take
the rest of the day off?

Okay? Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay...

What'd I do
this time?
Nothing.

I need a favor,
and it needs to be on the q.t.

He usually isn't like this.

You'll start fresh tomorrow.

Well, is there anything
you need me to do?

Anything I can help with?Oh, no, that's okay.

I have to drive to Framingham
to make a notification.

Hey, I live in Worcester.

It's right on the way.
Why don't I do it for you?

No, I couldn't ask you
to do that.

What do you mean,
it's no problem.

Well, It's kind
of a specific thing,

telling a loved one
they've lost somebody.

I did a year in the ER.

I must've told a thousand people
their loved ones

had been in accidents
or were dead.

I can do this, really.

I just want
to make myself useful.

Please.

[door opens]

Hey.
Hey.

What are you doing?

Me? Uh, nothin'.

Nothin'.

Then why are you using
the Retro-Opsis DV?

Is that what this thing
is called?

You're looking for fibers.

Am I?

Uh-huh.

I thought Macy was gonna
handle it from here.

All right, look.

He swore me to secrecy,
sorry.

What'd he tell you?

I can't.Sure you can.

No, Bug, I can't.
Trust me.

See, now you have to.

I gave him my word.

Oh, come on, Peter, look at me.

Look at my life.

Th-they're not releasing Star Wars, Chapter 3

until summer of 2005.

I'm a man starved
for excitement.Alright, already.

Look, you gotta promise me that
you're not gonna tell anybody.

I'm anti-social
and secretive by nature.

Macy didn't tell me why,

but the FBI wants us
to find out

where this guy's been
for the last 20 hours.

Hairs, fibers, the works,
anything we can find.

Why us?
Why didn't they take the body?

I don't know, he said something
about a ticking clock.

Interesting.

Radioactive guy.

No I.D.

Murdered execution style.

Now the FBI's involved.

It doesn't get
much better than this.

Hey, CSU.

Wow, you guys
got here fast.

Where is everybody?

They went for coffee.

How come nobody's
guarding the perimeter?

I don't know.

What you got there?

What'd you find?Oh, this?

Probably nothing.

Let me see that.

Room key.

Hey!

Hey!

[horns honking]

[tires screeching]

[groans]

Ah!

May I help you?

Hi. I'm Devan Maguire from
the Medical Examiner's office.

Oh, yes.
Come in.

I just spoke
with your colleague.

So is there something more
you needed from me?

Well, first of all,
Mrs. Brown,

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Well, thank you.

Also, it's customary
for the next of kin

to make a positive I.D.

So I brought you
a photo.

[phone rings]

Yes, that's him.

I'm sorry,
if you'll excuse me?

Sure.

[ringing continues]

[foreboding music]

♪

[geiger counter clicking]

[clicking steadily]

What are you doing?

I'm so sorry.

I just--I--

[muffled screams]
Get down! Get down!

Where is it?
I said, where is it?

I don't--I don't know
what you're talking about.

Who are you?
What do you want?Shut up!

Who is she?

She's from the M.E.'s office.Is she in?

I don't know.

[clicking]

It's not here!

Who are you?

I just came here
to do a notification.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Let go of me!
Nooooooo! Ow!

You guys seen Dr. Macy?

[in unison]
Why?

Because, I just got my ass
kicked at the crime scene

by some dude who was
trying to steal this,

and I was hoping he could
tell me if it means anything.

It's got a floral pattern on it.
I think it's a hotel key.

What did this dude look like?

Average.
Wearing a CSU windbreaker.

But last time I checked, those
guys don't get Ninja training.

Do you all
know something here?

We can't.

All right, here's the thing,
you can't go to Macy--

Wait a minute, Bug, we cannot
tell him about this.

[stammers]
Bug, do not listen to him.
You--you can tell me.

No.We have to tell him.

No, there's not even
supposed to be a we, Bug.

But he can help us.

All right, fine.
All right, fine.

Let's swear him in
to secrecy first.

What is this,
the third grade?

Bug, tell me.

Macy's being used.

Used?

By who?

The FBI.

They showed up
and got to him.

He made some kinda deal
to do their grunt work,

and we want to know why.

We hit a wall on trace.
We're waiting for the ballistics

to come back, so all we've got
are some fibers from a carpet

in 45 different hotels
in the greater New England area.

But now that we have this...

What? We're gonna go
to 45 different hotels

and check every room?

No, we don't have to.
There's a shortcut.

But it means enlisting
another member into the cabal.

What cabal?

Exactly.

Clearly my feelings
mean nothing to you.

We would have told you sooner,
but it was too risky.

Yeah, well, I'd expect that
from him, but you, Bug?

All right, what's that
supposed to mean?

Nothing.

[aside]
Teacher's pet.

Would you guys knock it off

and tell me what
this thing is doin'.

It's calculating a sequence
of ones and zeros.

See, there's three lines
of information

on a keycard's magnetic strip,
all right?

One is the code

for the electronic lock
on the hotel room door.

Another is
the manufacturer's I.D.

And the last is the specific
serial number of the hotel,

which ought to be coming up
right about...now.

[beeping]

[Manager] Oh, my God! Blood.

Oh, my God, no!

Uh, we're gonna have a hard time
keeping this from Macy.

You said he registered alone.

Did he have any guests?

Yesterday afternoon, a man asked
for him at the front desk.

Remember what he looked like?

Tall, brown hair...

flecked with gray.

40, maybe.

Wore glasses.

Glasses?
Like horn rims.

I'm gonna start dusting
for prints.

Yeah, I'm gonna
take some photos.

Is something supposed to be
connected to this?

It's a data line
for the internet.

But that's not our cord.

[alarm bell ringing]
That's the fire alarm.

Okay, everyone needs
to get out of here right now.

Please.[alarm bell ringing]

Thanks for all your help,
fellas.

You can go home now.

You followed us here?

Hey, whoa, what's going on here?
And who the hell are you?

This is the guy we were
telling you about.

Who am I?
Who are you?Detective Hoyt, Boston PD.

Well, thanks for all
your help, Detective,

but you're off the case.

It's not here.What is not here?

I said, you can go.Hey!

I don't know who you think you are-- One phone call,

and you'll be pulling crosswalk
patrol, you understand?

Now go home.

[alarm bell ringing]

[man]
This doesn't have
to be difficult.

I mean, unless you have
a reason to lie.

You don't have a reason
to lie, do you?

[woman]
No. I swear.

If he had anything,
he didn't tell me.

He'd been secretive lately,
not himself.

[man]
Huh, well, now he's really
not himself, is he?

I tell you what.

Why don't you take a couple of
minutes to think about things.

I suggest you have some answers when I come back.

[footsteps]

[dramatic music]

You did what?

I didn't mean--
I'm sorry, you know.

I mean, it just kinda
had a life of its own.

You were to trace fibers
and report back to me.

That's all!It was my fault.

I made him come with me.

Emmy, get me Agent Scannell
at the FBI.

Forget him, he doesn't care
who killed the guy.

They're looking
for something else.

Yes, something
that wasn't there.

You've gotta tell us
what's going on, Dr. Macy.

No, I don't.
I gave the man my word.

Now I've gotta call him
and tell him

why I can't be trusted
with a secret.

Okay, while you're at it,

why don't you ask him
why Donald Brown was shot

with a Colt 1911,
which is a gun

used exclusively
by classified agencies

of the U.S. government?

We just got the ballistics back.

I'm sorry, Dr. Macy,

but there doesn't seem to be
an Agent Scannell at the FBI.

Okay, now you have to tell us
what's going on.

[Peter] Yeah, he's right.

What'd he tell you, Dr. Macy?

He said that Donald Brown
was an Accountant

with a Class-2
security clearance

at the Linear Accelerator Center
at MIT.

Last Wednesday he walked out
of the front door

carrying a small suitcase

filled with six kilos
of weapons grade plutonium.

We picked up
his cell phone chatter

and believe that last night,

he rendezvoused with an
international arms dealer

with ties to over half a dozen
terrorist organizations.

Obviously, that transaction
didn't go over so well.

The cell chatter tells us
that the plutonium

is still someplace
in this city.

If so, then they're gonna
try to get it out.

And that, Doctor,
is why we need you.

[Macy]
They're monitoring every artery
in and out of the city.

How long is that story
gonna last

before it stops holding water?

Two, three hours tops.

That's why they needed
our office to do the trace.

We got a ticking clock here.

My God.

If it's true,
just imagine--Yeah, I have.

I need to speak with you,
Dr. Macy.

Not now, Lily.
Please.

It's about Devan Maguire.Who?

The new M.E.

There's a new M.E.?What new M. E. ?

The one that started today.

Do we like the new M.E.?

She's not an M.E.,
she's a resident.
Whatever.

I sent her out on the
Donald Brown notification.

You what?
I'm sorry.

The point is, I tried
reaching her on her cell,

her apartment, she's gone.

I'm calling this in.

I'll have two dozen cops on it
in less than 20 minutes.

No.

No.

Not until we figure
what's going on here.

What are you
talking about, Doctor?

We got
a national emergency here.

There's plutonium in Boston.

These people could be
making a bomb, okay, Doctor?

So I'm calling it in.But think about it, Woody.

We don't even know who lead us
to the body this morning.

We have a laundry list of crap
that doesn't add up here.

And now one of our
own people's missing.

Well, how do we know
she's one of our own?

I mean, think about it--what do
we even know about this woman?

Maybe she's in
on the whole thing.

Either way, we're being played.

We have to fly
below the radar here,

just until we can figure out
who to believe.

Peter, Bug, I want a full
autopsy on Donald Brown.

Nigel, go over everything
you found in that hotel room.

Woody, why don't you go back
to our guy's house

and see if you get
on Dr. Maguire's trail.

All right?

I'm going with you.

[door slams]

My apologies for the sparse
accommodations.

We're on a fixed budget.

Have a seat.

I'll stand if you don't mind.

It wasn't a question.

Are you in or not?

Am I in what?

Are...

you...

in?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

It was my first day on the job.
You've got the wrong person.

Devan Maguire...

born in Manhattan,
upper eastside.

Mother, Dorothy,
lives in Paris, France.

Father, Roger, whereabouts unknown.

Boarding school in Switzerland,
Brown University undergrad,

med school, UCLA.

Three years residence
at Boston General.

Am I in the ballpark?

You forgot, "enjoys
long walks on the beach."

Hm.

Okay, so what?
You did a Google search.

I'm still the wrong person,
and you're still a dirt bag.

That's a dirt bag

with a gun.

I was just there to get
an I.D. from the lady.

Then someone should be
looking for you pretty soon.Exactly.

Why don't you just
let me walk out of here,

and I'll forget all about the
drugging and kidnapping, okay?

Ha, really?

Just like that?

Everyone's entitled
to a bad day.

We should talk about
what you know first.

See, now again, that would
presuppose my knowing

what you're talking about!

Where is it?

Where's what?

You really don't know, do you?

What are you gonna do with me?

What about your chair?

Don't say I never gave you
anything.

[door slams]

Her car.
Morgue visitor's pass.

Oh, is that a good sign
or a bad sign?

Depends.
On what?

Whether you believe
in bad signs.

Police.

[sighs]

All right, stay here.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

[ominous music]

She wasn't there.

More specifically,
nothing was.

Nothing, as in?Nothing.

'Cept the car.

Neighbors said
they saw a moving van come in

and take everything out of the
house in less than a half hour.

We got a description
of the van, but no plates.

Did you put out an--APB? Yeah.

She's gone, Garret.
She's vanished.

Let's not jump
to conclusions yet.

Oh, and when should we
jump to conclusions?

When she rolls in here
on a gurney?

I mean, what if she is being
held hostage or something?

I'm sorry.
It's okay.

It's okay.
We'll find her.

Anything?

Well, he didn't die
from the gunshot.

No hemorrhaging
around the entrance wound.

So he died before he was shot,
how's that help us?

Doesn't.
Just adds to the mystery.

Yeah, but now we're
onto something.

Check this out.

An electrode in his right
aortic ventricle from...

a pacemaker.

[Macy]
Should be a serial
number on it.

Exactly.

Trace the number back to the patient it was implanted in.

As good as a fingerprint.

Congratulate me, fellas.

[Nigel]
Did you know that
most upscale hotels

have their own servers

that guests route
their e-mail through?

I did.

I was able to capture
four e-mails

Donald Brown sent
from his hotel room.

All four were
to a "Leather Lauren".

[Macy reading] "Someday, I will explain everything.

"For now, just know the deal
will be done this afternoon

"and we can finally
be together forever.

"Meet me at the bus stop on the southwest corner

"of Commonwealth and 'K'
at 4:00 pm.

Make sure you bring
the package with you."

The "package."

What the hell does that mean?

Well, for our sake, I hope it means

a suitcase full of plutonium.

It's funny
you should say that.

Wha--

Whoa. That's Leather Lauren?

What?
You were expecting Cameron Diaz?

Well, yeah, actually...

Lauren?

Leather Lauren?

Detective Hoyt.
Boston PD.

Do you mind if we ask you
a few questions?

Do you know a Donald Brown?

What about him?

I'm afraid he's dead.

He's dead?

Ma'am, what's in the suitcase?

Where is it?

He asked you to bring
a package with you.

Do you have it?

He told me
if anything happened to him,

that I should go
to the locker.

[Peter]
Our dead guy
is not Donald Brown.

We traced the serial number
on the pacemaker.

It was implanted
into one Edward Claxton

from Phoenix, Arizona
back in June 1996.

Now, are you ready
for the weird part?

You mean
we're not there yet?

Ed Claxton was
hit by a car in 1998,

declared brain dead.

He's been in a coma
in the V.A. hospital

outside of Phoenix, Arizona
for the past five years.

He was a
"beating heart corpse".

[woman] Look, I told you, I hadn't seen him for three days!

I don't know where he went, I swear.

[man]
You think we are
screwing around here?

That this is
some kind of game?

Now, one last time,
where is it?

[woman] I'm telling you the truth. I don't know anything.

I swear, I don't!

[man]
All right. Fine.

Then you're useless to us.

[woman screams]
No!

[gunshot]

[footsteps]

You're a monster!

No. I'm a businessman.

And right now you're standing
in the way of my doing business.

So what, are you
gonna kill me now, too?

If you are, at least tell me
what this is all about.

Weapons grade plutonium.

Enough for a small,
but very nasty nuclear weapon.

You are gonna
help me find it.

What makes you think
I know how to do that?

Donald Brown's body
shows up dead

in the local morgue
with no I.D.

Someone claiming to be
the FBI comes in,

guns blazing, and muscles you
and your cronies

into figuring out
where the body's been

since falling off their grid.
Am I close?

We know that you've
tracked down his hotel.

Even traced his e-mails.

So, unless you guys
suck at your jobs,

you are bound to have found out
something by now.

Unfortunately, I can't
find out what that is.

But you can.

What's your boss' number?

I don't know.

I told you, it was
my first day on the job.

You're not stupid.

[phone ringing]

Lily Lebowski.

Lily, it's Devan Maguire.

Devan! Oh, thank God.
Where are you?

I just need to know where we are
with the Donald Brown case.

Why, what's going on?

Lily, just tell me,
what do we know?

Uh...I don't know anything.
No one's telling me much.

Any idea where
the plutonium is?

How do you know
about the plutonium?

Do we know where it is?

Uh, Dr. Macy just took off
to meet Detective Hoyt

at the train station.

Something about a key
to a locker.

Devan? Devan?

Well, there.
That wasn't so hard, was it?

What's really going on here?

None of this
makes any sense.

Hey.

Why haven't you killed me yet?

[door slams]

There it is.

[clicking steadily]

Got a signal.

Open it up, come on.

Oh, man. Oh, man.
Oh, man.

[geiger counter clicking]

We'll take that.

[suspenseful music]

[geiger counter clicking]

[Woody]
This day has been insane.
Just insane.

First, we find some dead guy
in an alley

who happens to have been brain
dead the last five years.

Then some dude straight out
of a Tom Clancy novel

shows up at your office,

but it turns out
he doesn't even exist.

Then Lily and I go
to the dead guy's house,

but guess what,
there is no house!

Now we've got UZIs!

Nobody mentioned anything
about UZIs!

[Nigel] Uh, hey, chaps.

That van behind us.

What about it?

[Nigel]
It just took the last
three turns with us.

Great, now we're being tailed.

Don't say I never gave you

anything back.

[cell phone ringing]

Macy.

Dr. Macy, it's Devan Maguire.

Where are you?

Uh, I'm in an airplane hangar

at Logan, hangar 18.

They've got suitcases filled
with--

Plutonium, we know.

Just hold on.

We're less
than ten minutes away.

Aah!

Devan?

Devan!

[screaming]

Where is she?

Hangar 18 at Logan.

All right, smart ass,
let's see if you can tail this.

No, no!

Aah!

Dr. Macy, You've got
a shotgun to your right side.

I hope you know
how to use it.

We should wait for back up.A little late for that.

Boston PD!
Drop your weapons!

I said drop your weapons
and show me your hands!

Why aren't they
shooting at us?

Let's have everyone drop their
weapons and come forward.

[Woody] Whoa, whoa, what're you doin'? Are you crazy?

They have guns!

We found you,
it's over!

Devan, get the hell
out of there!

[Devan]
It's all right, Dr. Macy.
No one's gonna shoot me.

There are no bullets
in their guns.

Think about it.

None of this makes any sense.

Donald Brown's house was nothing
but a fake set.

His wife, shot at close range,

ten feet from where
I was standing.

No trace of blood anywhere.

No blood spatter on the guy
who supposedly killed her.

And then, of course,
there's this.

Plutonium is in
a constant state of decay.

It should be warm
to the touch.

That is unless it's just...

sand.

It's over.
She knows.

What the hell is going on?

Scannell or whatever
your name is,

what is this
and who are you guys?

Nuclear Emergency
Search Team, NEST.

NEST.

This whole day,
this whole thing...

it was a scenario.

What do you mean
a scenario?

A game, Doctor.

Team "A" carries the football
into an urban environment.

Team "B" searches for team "A".

Why the hell didn't you tell me
this from the beginning?

It would've defeated
the whole purpose.

We need to see how
local authorities would react.

Had to be as real as possible.

No hard feelings, I hope.No.

You stole some poor
brain dead bastard

from a V.A. hospital
and put two bullets in him.

For what? A game?

It's one thing to use me,

but you put people
I care about in harm's way.

So sure, no hard feelings.

But the next time I see you
in my morgue

it better be on a slab.

That was a stupid thing
you did today.

I know.

Seemed like a good idea
at the time.

Look, I know we didn't get off
on the right foot here.

So I'll understand
if you don't want to stay.

Just tell me it's not always
this action packed around here.

Today? This was nothin'.

You don't have to decide now,
but if you're staying,

we've got a staff meeting
at 8:00 a.m. sharp.

♪ Now I understand

♪ What it means
to give your life ♪

♪ To just one man

Then I'll see you
in the morning.

♪ Afraid of feeling nothing

♪ No bees or butterflies

♪ My head is full of voices

♪ And my house is full of lies

♪ This is ho-o-o-ome

♪ Home

♪ This is home