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You shave your whole body,
Mr. Halford?

Because it sure looks
like you do.

It makes me feel clean.

Not to mention how it reduces
trace evidence

at the crime scene.

Four women who you met through
your personal ads are dead.

Strangled.

Is that a coincidence?

What can I say?

I'm unlucky in love.

[laughs]

Why are you showing me this?

That's who you're
letting get away.

Hey, I'm just the M.E.

If Halford's your guy,
arrest him.

I need more evidence
so I can get a warrant.

I'm waiting for the DNA
test results, just like you are.

It's gotta be Halford's semen
on Ann Seaver.

Blood type's the same, AB.

Unfortunately,
that's not enough

to hold up
in a court of law, is it?

Look what he's done
to these women!

I've seen it, Detective Cruz.

[Garret]
The thing is,
a DNA test takes three days.

He's gonna bolt!
I don't have three days!What do you want me to do?

You want me to call the DNA
a match right now

just so you can get
an arrest warrant?

I'm just saying
I don't have three days.Well, that's how long it takes.

When the labs come in,
you'll be the first to know.

Excuse me.

Brad Halford!
Boston Police, open up!

Let's go!
Let's go!

[officer] We're clear in here.

[second officer]
Nothing here, sir.

Well, another day,
another $14.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Come on, Garret,
I know that look.

Something's on your mind.
What is it?

Brad Halford.

Hasn't the statute
of limitations run out

on kicking yourself in the ass?

That case was what,
uh, four years ago?

Five, but who's counting?

Besides, he's long gone.
You did everything by the book.

Maybe I should've
ditched the book.

We had him and he slipped away.

It's Sunday night at 10:00.

Why is this eating at you now?

Someone just e-mailed me this.

Take a look.

[Jordan]
Well, it looks like
Halford's handiwork. Mm-hm.

Yeah, but it could be one
of his Boston victims.

It's not.
Check the date stamp.

This picture was taken
yesterday.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

Not that I'm not flattered,

but I was still back in Kewaunee
during this Halford case.

So why you calling me?

Don't make me get all mushy.

Let's just say I need
to be able to trust

who I'm dealing with right now.

Well, that means
a lot to me.

You know, I've always
thought of you

as kind of a father figure.

I don't think I've ever
told you that.

No. Let's make sure
it's the last time you do.

What do you got?

[Nigel]
Carpal-tunnel syndrome

from generating on-demand photo
analysis in 15 minutes.

Why the rush?

Oh, I get it.

A little bit of cloak-and-dagger
intrigue, is it?

Just tell us

who e-mailed this photo.

Unfortunately,
that's impossible to say.

What about where
it was taken?

Looks like
Nevada, maybe Arizona.

Actually, it's neither.

See, the telling clue is

this little bit of vegetation
right here.

It's Adam's tree

or Fouquieria diguetii.

It's indigenous
to Northern Mexico.

Mexico?Mm-hm.

Now, I couldn't ID the sender,

but I was able to trace
the e-mail's origin

back to an internet cafe
in Ocampa, population 5,000,

100 miles south of Nogales.

I'll wager that photo
was shot somewhere near there.

I don't think we can keep this
under wraps much longer.

No, I suppose not.

Keep what under wraps?

This is gonna be big.
This is gonna be huge.

I'm gonna go back
to the precinct.

I'm gonna do all the paperwork.

We're gonna reopen this case.

This is the kind of thing that
makes a guy's career.

I'll call you in an hour.

What am I, chopped liver?

Rally the troops.

Get them into
the conference room in five.

I'm sure you're all familiar
with the name Brad Halford.

[Bug]
The rich guy who raped
and strangled

those women
a few years back.

So, that's what this
is all about.

Yeah, they never
caught him, right?

[Jordan]
It wasn't
for lack of trying.

These are case files
on his four victims.

I want you to go over them
with a fine-tooth comb.

New technology can turn up
new evidence.

So, Bug, you and Nigel start
with blood and tissue samples.

Peter, concentrate on trace.

Jordan, liaise with Boston PD.

This is priority one, people.

Let's get to it.

Hey, Bug, uh,
what does this mean?

Oh, MS stands for
Morgue Switchboard.

Means that somebody
phoned about the case.

And these numbers here?

Time-code.

All calls to the switchboard
are recorded.

Oh, learn something new
every day.

You must be Hoyt.

Yeah, that's me.

You are...

Your new best friend,
Martin Cruz from the Ninth.

I recognize your name
from these files.

Yeah, the Halford case.

I was lead detective.

You must've heard
I was reopening it.

That's funny.

I thought I was doing that.

I guess this would make me...

My bitch.

Hi, Dr. Cavanaugh.

Brian from A.V.

You don't me, but I know you.

All those tapes
are calls to the morgue?

Switchboard calls,
autopsy recordings.

I'm pretty much in charge
of the whole archive.

It's quite a responsibility.

I'm sure it is.

So I heard that you found
the one I'm after.

I went ahead and cued it
to the time-code.

Just press play.

If you need anything,

anything at all,
I'm just down in the basement.

Thanks.

[female operator on tape]
Medical Examiner's office.

[woman on tape]
I'm calling
about Ann, Ann Seaver.

[operator]
Ma'am, are you all right?

[woman]
Is she really--I mean,
did he kill her?

[operator]
Can you give me your name?

Sue. I saw him.
I saw him do it.

[operator]
You saw him do it.

Sue, can you tell me
what you mean by that?

[woman]
He was on top of her.

And he was naked,

and he didn't have any hair
anywhere on his body.

[operator]
Sue, let me transfer you
to the police. Sue?

Are you there? Hello?

[dial tone hums]

No, you've been a big help,
Dr. Cabrera.

Thank you.

Hospital in Ocampa

just matched the photo
to a woman in their morgue.

Inez Gonzales.

We've gotten tips
Halford's hiding out in Mexico.

Now I need boots
on the ground

to see if she's really
one of his victims.

Emmy's booking me a flight
as we speak.

I said boots.
I didn't say your boots.

What are you talking about?

I autopsied Halford's victims.
I know his moves.

The feeling among
some of my colleagues

is this case is
too personal for you.

I'm sorry, did you say,
"too personal"?

That photo
didn't just show up, Garret.

You posted a query on the
Academy of Forensics website,

trolling for cases
that matched to Halford's M.O.

Yeah, and it got results,
didn't it?

You've re-posted that query
every three months

since Halford got away.

Look, don't expect me
to hide the fact

that I think Halford
should burn in hell.

But first and foremost,
I'm a professional.

If you don't believe that,
fire me.

Otherwise, I'm on a plane.

There's a bigger picture here,
Garret.

If Halford's in Mexico,

I have to secure cooperation
from a foreign nation,

from police agencies
on both sides of the border.

This is a very delicate matter.

Delicate's my middle name.

This would only be
a fact-finding trip.

You'd have no more
legal authority than a tourist.

Couldn't even do an autopsy.

I got it, Renee.

You examine the body,

call in the findings,
and come home.

Are we clear?

Yeah, clear
as we ever are.

I'll leave a light on for you.

Gracias. De nada.

Dr. Macy?

Dr. Cabrera,
thanks for meeting me.

It's my pleasure.

Though, frankly,
I'm a bit surprised

by your interest
in this case.

I didn't want to go
into it on the phone,

but someone anonymously sent me
a photo of Inez Gonzales.

How very strange.

Why would this bring you
all the way from Boston?

If you can take me to her body,
I'll fill you in on the way.

A killer preying on women.

It's not the sort of problem
we face in Ocampa.

That'll change
if Halford's in town.

Can I look over
Ms. Gonzales' autopsy report?

I'm afraid there's
been no autopsy.

Why is that?

This is a small town.

Autopsies are done
at the facilities in San Marcos,

20 kilometers from here.

No one has yet picked up
her body.

[Macy] It looks like there's

dirt on her heels.

Does this mean something?

Did this man Halford
murder her?

Yeah.

[Garret]
I've just examined
Inez Gonzales' body.

She's got duct tape adhesive
on her wrists.

The rope was Halford's trademark
3/8ths-inch hemp.

It's him.

Good work, Dr. Macy.

The plane's at the airfield
standing by.

Have a safe trip back.

Halford killed her?

Yes, but that won't help me
prosecute him

for the murders
he committed here.

Wait a minute, why not?

Even if we extradited him,

our case against him
is cardboard.

But they found his DNA
on Ann Seaver's body.

That's all we've got.

Halford didn't leave behind
a shred of physical evidence

linking him
to the other murders.

He can afford the best
legal team money can buy.

They'll argue that he just
had sex with Ann Seaver.

And the truth is,
the jury will buy it.

Unless, of course,
we had other proof.

I'm guessing that's where
the big-ass tape deck comes in.

Who's on the tape?

An eyewitness.

I need you guys
to find her for me.

[woman on tape]
I'm calling about Ann,
Ann Seaver.

[operator]
Can you give me your name?

[woman]
Sue.

This should be
a piece of cake.

All we gotta do
is find this woman Sue,

if that's even her real name,

off of a five-year-old
phone call.

If you don't like
the legwork,

you shouldn't have
been a cop.

And miss this special time that
we're spending together? No way.

Look, when you're done
with the wise-ass,

we need to get this tape
analyzed by the FBI ASAP.

That's a lot of letters
in a row, boss.

You know anybody over there?

Not really.

Me neither, so we're looking
at a five to ten day wait.

And I don't think
that's gonna make

our lady D.A. friend very happy.

You got any better ideas?

Matter of fact, I do.

I take it now you intend
to visit the crime scene?

Oh, I wish I could.

I've got a plane to catch.

I mistakenly thought you had
an interest in this dead woman.

Well, I'm just here
to examine the body.

Our police will
coordinate with yours--

You're not in Kansas
anymore, Dr. Macy.

Things here happen slowly.

Sometimes they don't
happen at all.

You mean, like the autopsy.

Not just that.

One of our nurses drove
by the crime scene

the night of the murder.

She saw a car speeding away.

When she realized it might
be the killer

fleeing the scene,
she called police.

They still have not contacted
her to get a statement.

You think this murder's
being covered up?

This much I can promise you:

by the time
our police "coordinate,"

your Mr. Halford
will be long gone.

Is there a hotel in town?

The El Adobe.

One of the taxis out front
can take you there.

Okay, thank you.

[woman on tape]
Calling about Ann.

Ann Seaver.

[operator]
Ma'am, are you all right?

[woman]
Is she really, I mean--

[turns tape off]

First of all, um,
after painstaking analysis,

I found no background noise
that could help us identify

the caller's location.

Great, off to a promising start.

Tell us what you did find,
Nigel.

You did find something, right?

Woodrow, have I ever
let you down?

The glottal pulses show

that Sue's vocal chords
have not suffered

from the ravages of time.

Ergo, I will place her age
to be early 20s.

I could tell that
just by listening.

Excuse me,
but I've been up all night

laboring over this.

All right, I'm doing you
a favor.

Not so far, you're not.

beep!

[woman]
He was on top of her.

That is a low-battery alarm
from her cordless phone.

Now, those particular beeps

originate from a Totaphone;
model 750,

to be precise.

I mean, we're suppose
to track down Sue

based on some kind
of phone she used?

I thought you were
all about the legwork, man.

[Jordan]
The bigger question is,

if you find her,

what do you do then?

Who the hell is this?

Don't go there.

Oh, this ought to be good.

Excuse me, Jordan Cavanaugh.

Dr. Macy assigned me
to liaise on this case.

Well, when I need liaising,
I'll give you a ring, okay?

Yeah, hey, what do I know?

I'm just the one
who found the tape.

So back to my question: what are
you gonna do when you find her?

Well, not that it's
any of your business,

but I'll get her
to give up her story.

Sure, I bet she'll cuddle
right up to you.

Listen to her voice.

So scared she can
barely breathe.

I think she's still scared.

So you feel her pain.

Congratulations.

Sue didn't call 911.
She called our morgue.

When the operator tried
to transfer her to the police,

she hung up,
she never came forward.

Does that sound like someone
who wants to talk to the cops?

So what?
She gonna talk to?

Yeah, I get where
she's coming from.

Well, get where I'm coming from, okay?

Nobody's gonna talk
to that girl

unless they got a badge,
and that's gonna be me.

I have a badge.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

No mas, no mas, no mas.
Okay, thank you very much.

[Jordan]
Who does he think he is?

No, who is this guy?

Unfortunately,
he's the one in charge,

and he has zero
sense of humor.

So I gotta put you on the bench.
Thank you, Jordan.

Uno momento,
por favor,okay?

Esta bien, amigo.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Bug, I need a favor.

Dr. Macy.

Weren't you supposed
to be back last night?

I heard that Walcott's
got her panties in a bunch.

Let me worry
about her panties.

You got the Halford files handy?

Yeah, they're right here.

Hey, go to the photos from
victim three, Linda Rayton.

The cops took a picture
of Halford at the funeral.

[car driving away]

Okay, here it is.

Looks like he's leaving flowers at her grave.

The flowers.
Describe them to me.

Okay.

And after that,
I'd welcome an explanation.

All right, I see red roses,

purple irises,
and one yellow sunflower.

Are you still there?

Thanks, Bug.
I gotta go.

My friend,
you see this flower shop?

Que, uh, que esta que--
que lejos esta?

No esta lejos.

[cell phone ringing]

Macy.

[Walcott on phone]
What the hell are you doing?

I had to change
the game plan a little.

No, Garret, any
investigation of Halford

has to go
through proper channels.

That works in Boston.
Doesn't work here.

Look, I put my ass on the line
sending you down there.

Now you put yours on a plane
and get back here now.

You are jeopardizing
this entire case.

You're breaking up, Renee.

You son of a bitch.

Look out!

Estas bien?

Si, Madre dios.

I'll call you back.

Susan Mayall,
I'm Detective Cruz.

This is Detective Hoyt.

Hi, how are you?

Thank you so much for coming in.

It didn't sound
like I had a choice.

What is this about?

Ann Seaver's murder.

I don't know anyone
by that name.

I'm pretty sure that's a lie.

I want to apologize
on behalf of Detective Cruz.

He's a tad cranky today.

I get it.
He's playing bad cop.

Actually he's not playing.
He's genuinely bad.

The point is,

a woman named Sue
made an anonymous call

on the Ann Seaver murder
five years ago.

And that call was made
on a phone just like this.

You ever own one of these?

No.

Are you sure?

Because you sent in for the $20
manufacturer's rebate.

Okay, so I had one.

So?
So did a lot of people.

Yeah, but, uh, they didn't live
in Ann Seaver's building.

You did.

Come on, Sue.
Help us out here.

Just a couple questions.

Look at me.

Look at me!

There's an easy way
and there's a hard way.

I didn't know any Ann Seaver.
And I don't have to talk to you.

I'm late for work.

You see what you did?

You scared the crap
out of her.

She's just regrouping.

The woman's held out
for five years.

And it's gonna take a lot more
than your boyish charm.

Great, well, next time
we'll do it your way.

You can hit her
in the face with a phone book.

Whatever it takes.

Excuse me.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

Listen to me,

they were for
Inez Gonzales.

She was killed.

She was asesinada!

Was it an American
who bought 'em? Tell me!

[shouting in Spanish]

Dr. Macy.

Dr. Cabrera,
just the man I want to see.

What happened
to your forehead?

Don't worry about it.

Listen, Halford is in town.

And I think he's killed
more women

than Inez Gonzales.

But I need your help
to find him.

As you can imagine,

I'm not getting a whole lot
of "bienvenida" around here

and since my Spanish
isn't fluent--I'm sorry.

I can't right now.

Why is that?

Someone leaning on you?

I have a wife
and three children.

Yeah? Where does that leave
Inez Gonzales?

Don't get self-righteous
with me.

What, you can dish it out,
but you can't take it?

The man who killed her is here.

Now, do you want to do something
about it or not?

I have to live
in this world, Dr. Macy.

You're just passing through.

Okay, there is no way a rich
gringo like Halford sets up shop

in this town without people
knowing.

So if you happen to figure out
where he is,

you know where to find me.

So you find Sue?

Which part of bench
didn't you grasp, Jordan?

Gosh, coach, guess
I didn't grasp any of it.

Yeah, we found her.

Really? Well, I guess
Cruz is a little more

on the ball
than I thought.

So did she really see
Halford attack Ann Seaver?

Yeah, but she wouldn't talk
about it.

And it's not like
we could hold her.

W-w-wait, you and El Guapo
brought her here

for questioning?

Oh, great, a couple of big thugs
sidle up to a woman

who witnessed a rape
and go straight for the jugular.

Typical.I didn't sidle.
He sidled.

He's D.I.C.

Exactly, a big D.I.C.

Detective In Charge.
He's calling the shots.

I'm just riding shotgun.

If I so much
as second-guess this guy--

Jordan, Jordan,
don't you even think about it.

Think about what?

You're gonna go see her,
I know it.

I'm sorry, Detective, if I
told you what I was gonna do,

you might be put in a position

where you'd have
to lie to your superior.

Jordan.

Be gentle.

Always am.

What, am I being too subtle
for you guys?

I got nothing to say.

See, I think you've got
so much to say,

you don't know where
to begin.

You don't know me, okay?

I know what I heard
on that tape.

I know what's happened
since you made that call.

For the past four years,

you've been working
at the same coffee shop,

living in the same
studio apartment.

No friends,
no relationships.

Whatever happened
with Ann Seaver,

it stopped you
in your tracks.

Don't let it, Susan.

Let me help you.

You know, at least the cops
didn't insult me

by pretending to care.

I am not pretending.

I know you went through
something horrific.

I know, I've been there.

I can see that.

And what's broken isn't fixed.

So why should
I listen to you?

Because Halford's
killing again.

Right now no one
can stop him but you.

You gotta face this, Susan,

or you'll never get past it.

You don't get past some things.

The best you can do
is get away from them.

I've done that.

You may not think
a lot of my life,

but it works for me.

I can't go back there.

I think the genie's
out of the bottle.

If that's true,

then there's no place
left for me.

[cocks trigger]

Hold that pose.

You want my wallet?
It's over there on the table.

No, I'm looking at pickin' up
a way bigger payday than that.

Then break into
a classier hotel.

Brad Halford,
where is he?

I have no idea.

Do you mind if I sit up?

Slowly.

What do you care about Halford?

I got my heart set on picking up
that 200 grand bounty.

Well, like I said,
I don't know where he is.

How'd you track him to Ocampa?

I didn't. I tracked you.

His trail went cold about
eight months ago in Cuernavaca.

Then I get a call
from my contact at Boston PD,

says that Garret Macy's
flying down to Ocampa.

The same Garret Macy that
autopsies Halford's victims.

So I figure, you know
something I don't.

I know that he killed
Inez Gonzales.

I doubt that she's the only one.

My cell phone number's on here.

You cross his path,
you better give me a call.

[gun clicks]

I am gonna pick up
that 200 grand.

I'm already hunting one man.
Don't you make it two.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[man on phone]
The man you are looking for,

he lives north of town
on Camino Santa Fe.

Seven kilometers, uh,
past the water tower.

Dr. Cabrera, you sent me
that photo, didn't you?

Don't ask me for any more.

I've done all I can for you.

[dial tone hums]

Now, you look lost, friend.

Stranger in a strange land.

Halford, you know who I am,
and I know who you are.

You've mistaken me
for someone else.

But, uh--

Even if you're right...

What's it get you?

Gets you in prison for murder.

Now, wouldn't that require proof
of some sort?

Or did you just expect me

to blurt out
something incriminating?

For starters, there's that
trace evidence you're trying

to sweep up from the trunk
of that car.

I bet it came from
Inez Gonzales' body, right?

Inez Gonzales.
I know that name.

Oh...

She's the one the hospital
cremated by accident.

And such a shame.

Now her murder's virtually
unsolvable.

Plus, it eliminates any basis
for extradition.

The rules are different here,
Dr. Macy.

Just where do you think
that leaves you?

[sighs]

I love this country.

You're gonna make a mistake.

I don't make many.

All it takes is one.

Susan.

I'm here to talk
about Ann Seaver.

Then I'd like to call in someone
who can help us with that.

I don't want a shrink.

Look, Susan,
I don't feel qualified--

You let the genie
out of the bottle,

now you're gonna listen.

Okay.

I used to see Ann Seaver around.

The lobby, the laundry room,
you know.

I mean, we weren't friends.

Or anything.

I lived in 114,
she lived in 214.

The reason I know that
is because the mailman

used to leave her mail
in my box sometimes by mistake.

Which is what happened
that night.

I went upstairs
to give Ann her mail.

I saw the peephole go dark.

Someone looking through.

And then a man opened the door.

He was naked.

But before I could scream,

he dragged me inside,
threw me on the ground.

Duct taped my hands, my mouth.

Then he went back
to raping Ann.

She was tied to the bed.

He left the door open.

You know, so that I could see

what he was doing to her.

What he was gonna do to me.

Then I found my keys,

in my pocket,
and I got them out.

And I--

I sort of started to saw through
the duct tape, you know?

Somehow I cut through it.

And, um--

I cut through the tape.

And I got the hell out.

What happened then?

I ran back to my apartment.

And I, um--

I hid in the closet...

all night, maybe longer.

I don't know why I did that.

You were in shock.

From a terrible, traumatic
experience.

I should've called the police.

I mean, why didn't
I call the police?

It's Halford's fault
that she's dead.

It's not yours.

I'll never really believe that.

While he killed Ann,

I did nothing.

You can do something now,
Susan.

You can do something now.

[cell phone ringing]

Macy.

Hey, here I am about to beg you
to stop what you're doing

before you wreck your career.

How's that for irony?

Case review turn up anything?

No, and kudos on how you
changed the subject.

I thought maybe we had a lead,
but, uh, it didn't pan out.

Halford got rid of the body,
looks like he's gonna skate.

Have you ever thought about
why we do this, Garret?

Obsessively attach ourselves
to these crimes?

In this case, to get justice.

Yeah, but how far
do we take that?

I mean, what if getting justice
means destroying someone's life?

What do we do then?

I guess it depends on the life.

Come home, Garret.
This isn't worth it.

Wait a minute--

[Jordan]
I take it, we're changing the
subject again?

Inez Gonzales had dirt
on her heels.

From what?

I don't know.

A witness saw a car fleeing
the area where she was found.

I think he was dumping the body,

and that's when the witness
interrupted him.

He was dragging her.

That explains
how her feet got dirty.

But if he was dragging her--

Where was he dragging her to?

This is where Halford
put the rest of his women, huh?

Yeah, it looks that way.

You and I both know

the only place this man's gonna
stand trial is in the States.

Now, I can hustle him across the border inside an hour,

but you gotta tell me where he is.

The charges won't stick
in Boston.

Then again, Boston's worlds
away.

Meaning what?

My 200 grand gets paid out
by the FBI.

A family of one of the victims
is willing to match that reward.

Dead or alive.

Your call, Dr. Macy.

Either way, it works for me.

[distant gunshot blares]

[Halford]
Oh, Detective Cruz.

Isn't it just like old times?

You had no case then,

and you still don't.

I wouldn't bet on that.

Does she ring a bell for you,
Halford?

That's him.

It took five years,

but now it's over.

Yeah.

You know, I think things
between us

got off to a bad start
with the crack about

shoving your badge up your--

Don't worry, I've heard worse.

This is a good thing.

What you did here.

Not for her.

She'll have to relive it all.

Get grilled on the stand
by Halford's lawyers.

What's gonna be left of her
when that's over, huh?

Hey, we did what we had to do.

You and me, we work the same
streets, just different sides.

It doesn't make us pals, Cruz.

So far, not a big fan.

That's all right.

You know, I grow on people.

So does fungus.

Long time no see.

When were you planning
to return my calls?

This wasn't premeditated, Renee.

I went down to Ocampa and--

And what?

The heat got to you?

This is a breach of trust
on so many levels.

I'm sorry.

Beyond that,
I don't know what to say.

Not good enough.

Well, it's all
I've got right now.

Well, I'll be needing
a whole lot more.

[knocks on door]

So, what's your punishment?

Writing "I will not disobey"
50 times on the blackboard?

Yeah, something like that.

Cheer up, man.

You bagged Halford.

Got some justice.

Yeah.

I guess it's never that simple.

You know, I think of myself
as a moral and clearheaded man.

I don't make decisions
from an emotional place.

In other words,
you're the anti-me.

I lost my way down there,
Jordan.

I almost had him killed.

But you didn't.

But you don't know
how close I came.

And I would've
gotten away with it, too.

Well, I guess it's like
you once told me:

"It's the dead bodies
that are easy.

The living ones
get a little more complicated."

Yeah.

Well, thanks.

Sometimes you need
to cross that line.

It's just a matter of how far.

You never would've done it,
Garret.

You may not know that
about yourself,

but I do.

It's not who you are.