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Previously on L .A. Law. Daniel's been subpoenaed to testify at the grand jury
and produce the murder weapon in the cruise case.
Mackenzie Brackman will not have an associate in this firm prosecuted for
suppression of a murder weapon.
Then maybe I'm at the wrong place.
Mr. Morales, do you persist in refusing to answer? I do, Your Honor. I mean no
disrespect. Then I must find you guilty of contempt. You are herewith remanded
to the custody of the sheriff.
Phyllis.
Make sure you tell the sitter so she stays with Lucy. Yes, I will.
Do you have everything you need?
What's the name of Lucy's babysitter?
Jeanette.
Oh, my God.
What? That woman just took Lucy.
I'm filing a civil suit against the city. For what?
Loss of consortium. Ann, we've been under tremendous pressure from this
Now you want to make our sex life public?
Stuart, ever since you were injured, you're not the man I married.
If I can't have you back, someone's going to pay.
Your office called.
Next week, your father's coming to visit.
Years go by, you can barely give me the time of day. Now all of a sudden you
show up pretending we're related?
What's this all about, Pop, huh?
No. No!
I want to know.
I'm dying.
You decide yet what you want to do this afternoon? I don't care.
Now, boo, the water here tastes like spit.
You're the one who wants to play father and son.
You flew all the way from Boston. Take a look at you.
Tomorrow, back to Boston.
Fine. I was only thinking. Trouble is, you think too much.
What, Pop?
Oh, I feel like I've been shot.
Okay, come on.
We'll drive you to the hospital. I can't.
I'm going to call an ambulance.
Don't leave me alone.
I'll be right back. I said, don't leave.
Hey, could you get me an ambulance?
Hurry.
Hang in there, Pop.
I'm wet.
I peed myself like a damn baby.
you're okay
What took so long?
You're still facing contempt charges for withholding evidence. The judges are
walking to sign your release. The judge is a mean son of a bitch. My little
girl's kidnapped and he keeps me locked up.
The police are working on a composite sketch of the woman I took.
You're sure this is the same woman planning to be my wife? Positive.
What about the Attorney General's office? Maybe Melina has some
there with you? She already spoke to the FBI. An agent's going to meet us at
your apartment.
All right, I'll drop you off there. I'm going back to the courthouse and look
through the file, see if I can't dig up somebody with a motive.
Morales.
You found Lucy?
No, no, no.
You wasted your time withholding evidence by hiding that gun, Morales.
what does that mean?
Last night at county, your client got done in by his own gang.
Night in the shower.
Well, looks like you got yourself locked up for no reason, counselor.
Talk about a mean son of a bitch.
There's your daddy.
He's probably looking for you.
Any word on Daniel's baby?
No, not yet, but we're all working on the problem. My old colleagues at
3 have been notified. I've got city council members getting the word out in
their districts.
Well, let's hope these efforts pay off before time runs out for Lucy.
Well, Collins versus Reeve and KINX News.
Wasn't it settled?
KINX is offering nuisance value, but on my advice, Mrs. Collins has refused.
What cause of action?
Wrongful death.
We're suing the cameraman and the news group for one million bucks.
Come on, this poor guy's distraught over losing his job, barbecues himself on
TV. You blame the press?
If the cameraman weren't there, my client's husband would be alive.
Except for the First Amendment, you might have a case.
I know I'm pushing the envelope, but the people are tired of the media's lack of
responsibility. I think it'll fly.
Who knows? Maybe you'll set a precedence. We could use the publicity.
Ann Kelsey versus City of Los Angeles. What's this?
I'm suing the LAPD for inadequate response during the riots.
They had a helicopter overhead during Stewart's attack, and all he did was
watch. Stewart, you're not involved in this action? No, I'm not. This is a
handshow.
What kind of damages are you looking for?
Loss of consortium.
Well, you're aware with a case such as this, you can expect questions about
intimacies... It doesn't matter, Leland.
Clearly, I'm a shadow of my former self.
I understand that this is a matter of public record, but...
Not up for discussion here.
Yes, ma 'am.
Stuart, you're making it worse.
I'm busy.
Please don't do this.
Why am I getting subpoenaed by the city attorney's office?
Because I'm angry, Stuart.
No kidding. There were two of us who were mugged, and only one of us was
treated. What about me? I didn't ask for this, Ann.
I'd give anything for this not to have happened.
But it happened.
And now what I want to do is get past it. And what am I supposed to do?
I have been waiting and praying.
What do you want from me, Ann? I want you the way you were.
Well, that's not possible.
I'm sorry, but that's not possible.
A person can't go through what I went through and come out the same as he went
in.
And if you can't accept that, I'm packing up and I'm out of here.
How you feeling?
Better.
Get my clothes.
Dr. Horowitz says you gotta lay low.
If I passed out once, I passed out a thousand times. This is no big deal.
Relax, Pop. You're in for a while.
Give me a smoke.
I'm not allowed.
Give me a drink.
I'm not allowed either.
No more gimmies.
Why don't you get some sleep?
Yeah, I'm dying.
Sure. I'll be here when you wake up.
Daniel.
Oh, hi.
I'm sorry I don't... Linda. Right. I changed my hair.
Yeah. What are you doing in L .A.? I moved down a couple months ago.
I found a new court reporting job.
Of course, if I'd known it was so expensive, I might have stayed in Santa
Barbara. Yeah, listen, I gotta go. Well, listen, you look great.
The city is treating you well.
Actually, it's not.
Really? Can I help?
No. No, thanks. I'll see you later.
If there's something I can do, please let me know.
And when did your late husband go into his depression?
Last year, after Trademark Tools moved their manufacturing plant to Taiwan.
After 23 years as a dye maker, he was on the street along with 50 other
machinists. Please go on. He felt tremendous guilt.
As a workers' rep, he helped management to keep Trademark non -union in return
for the assurance that their jobs would be secure.
And after the shutdown, he...
He became obsessed with how he'd been lied to. He wrote letters constantly to
congressmen, magazines, 60 Minutes. He believed that what happened to Trademark
was symbolic of what's wrong in this country, with companies selling out
workers and shipping jobs overseas.
He wanted his story to be heard. No one was interested.
Objection. We don't know the state of the decedent's mind. This is sheer
speculation. I'll allow it.
My staging.
This spectacle.
My late husband was crying out for help, but he never would have gone through
with it had it not been for the cooperation of Gordon Reeve. Your Honor.
Collins, while you're on the witness stand, you will limit your comments to
questions posed by the attorneys. Understood? The jury will disregard Mrs.
Collins' outburst.
Nothing further. Thank you.
Mrs. Collins, were you aware in advance of your husband's preoccupation with his
suicide? I knew he was troubled.
On November 2nd, three days before his suicide, didn't you tell a county mental
health worker that you were afraid your husband might harm himself?
Yes, I called social services.
Do you wish you'd done more to prevent your husband's death?
Of course.
And I didn't know what he was planning.
And you honestly believe that my client's photographing of your husband's
suicide influenced his decision to go through with it? Bill told your client
that he wanted to send a message. Your client was the messenger. If he'd
refused, he would not have done it.
Well, you may feel that way, Mrs. Collins, but isn't it possible that your
husband would have killed himself anyway, even if my client had never
camera on? Gordon Reeve should have done.
He was only six feet away filming when my husband doused himself in
gasoline and then lit a match. Your Honor. And then he burned and he burned.
Mrs. Collins. How could you?
How could you just stand there and not do something?
Mrs. Collins, that's enough.
Nothing further.
No guy is scrubbing my ass.
Especially no guy with earrings.
Why don't I take over? My father can be kind of difficult.
Not a problem.
Got a dozen more just like him.
Waiting.
What kind of a place is this? You wake up and some homo has got his arm around
you. Pop, relax.
Nobody had a chance to clean you up. That's all. You need a bath.
I need a drink. Enough already with that.
Now, come on.
Come on, lean forward.
Oh, hospitals.
Doctors tell you to rest.
Step by step, they're rotting and poking.
Don't you get tired of complaining.
A fact is a fact.
Hey, easy.
That water is cold.
You know, you've always bitched about the cold.
So tell me, how come we lived in Boston?
I don't know what you mean, how come we always lived in Boston. That's where my
family was.
I had no choice.
Not like you.
Every step of the way, you did exactly as you please. I did
not ask for a lecture.
All I'm trying to get into your head is that... In the end, all you got is
family.
Don't be left alone.
You understand?
Pop, there's something I haven't told you. I've been...
Me and Roxy, we're having a
baby.
I'm going to be a grandpa.
About 7 o 'clock that night, Bill Collins called the newsroom.
Did you know who he was?
Sure. After the trademark closing, Collins was all over the airwaves,
speeches. A lot of people knew who he was. And what did Mr. Collins say on the
phone? He said he was going to set himself on fire in front of the
building to protest American jobs going overseas.
He said, send a camera.
What did you do?
First, I called the police.
Then I told my station manager, Eric Sims, and he said, cover it. What
when you got to the trademark building?
I didn't see anything at first.
But as soon as I set down my equipment, Collins walked out of the alley carrying
a can of gasoline, stood on the sidewalk, said he was going to kill
I asked him why.
He said, turn on the camera, and I'll tell you. What happened next?
I did what he said.
I was, um...
expecting the cops to show.
What happened after you began rolling the camera?
Collins made a speech, poured gasoline on himself, and then he lit a match.
You have no regrets about your actions that day?
Do I second -guess myself?
Sure.
I feel for Phil Collins and his family.
But who's to say that he died in vain after what he did?
Trademark scratch plans to close that Anaheim plant.
Objection. Speculation. Sustained. Mr. Reeve, do you feel responsible for Bill
Collins' death?
Over 19 years as a cameraman, I've seen a lot of tragedy. I've seen soldiers
blown up by grenades. I've seen children starving.
I just photograph these things. I don't cause them.
Thank you.
Nothing further, Your Honor.
Hello, everybody.
Oh, great.
Oh, it's a gorgeous day.
Oh, and what a view from the Tower of Power.
One of these days.
Dana Romney, city attorney.
Douglas Brackman may have told you about me. We know who you are, Mr. Romney.
Let's get on with this. All of us are very busy. We certainly are, Miss
which is why your meritless claim offends me. Why not spare taxpayers the
of defending your charges and your husband the agony of, well, my
Excuse me? Drop the suit.
Drop dead.
Is it just me, or is there a surplus of hostility in this room?
Okay.
Since Miss Taylor's been staying here, we've rerouted her calls. Both lines are
monitored. Yeah.
Daniel Morales.
This is Melina's friend from the FBI, Behavioral Science Unit, Warren McElroy.
Hi. I'm so sorry to hear about your daughter.
Do you think she's in danger?
I think it's definitely a consideration.
Yeah, I mean, I've gone over all the information that Melina gave me. The
that concerns me is the fairy tale motif in the gifts and letters this woman
sent.
Characters in children's stories often meet tragic ends. They fall down wells
they're eaten by wolves.
I remember a rhyme about a cobbler named Grendel who ground babies up into
sausages. McElroy, you're not helping matters talking this way.
I have successfully assisted in the safe return of 17 children kidnapped by
mentally unstable suspects.
Mr. Morales, I'd like you to look over some mug shots.
Suspect doesn't have a record.
You don't mind, I'm not so sure.
Mr. Morales, whenever you're ready. Yeah.
As I was saying, from everything that I know, it seems to suggest that this
woman suffers from a combination of psychological disorders, primarily
erotomania. She's a sexual deviant.
Erotomania is about romance, not sex.
I mean, it seems this woman has deluded herself into thinking that she has a
relationship with Daniel.
So she knows Daniel?
You definitely met. You need to search your memory for any acquaintance that
fits the description that Gwen and Melina gave you.
I have.
Oh, wait a minute.
Daniel? This woman who used to work as a court reporter for Santa Barbara
County.
Linda Salerno. I just ran into her at the courthouse.
Oh, my God.
I let her get away.
Mr. Markowitz, according to your wife's suit, since your attack, you are not the
same man you once were.
Ms. Kelsey cites a declining rate of marital concupiscence. That is to say,
sexual intercourse.
Is that accurate?
Yes. She says you haven't had sex in over three months.
Is that accurate? Sounds right, yes. So is it your position then that your lack
of intramarital sex results from the beating you took last April?
No, the only reason my wife and I don't have sex is that I currently find her
undesirable.
Really?
I couldn't have secured better testimony if I'd written it myself.
We done?
Free to go, Mr. Markowitz.
Mr. Reeve, you've testified that you're trained to avoid becoming part of the
story. That's right. But it never occurred to you that by agreeing to
Mr. Collins' suicide, you helped create the story.
No, I don't see it that way. You had no sense that Mr. Collins was performing
for the camera?
Most of the people I shoot are performing for the camera.
And you feel no responsibility for how others react to being taped?
If I had to worry about that, I wouldn't be able to do my job.
Let's see what kind of a job you did.
Your Honor, I renew my objection.
This tape is prejudicial. I've made my ruling, Ms. Wojak.
Proceed, Ms. Burroughs.
The board of directors at Trademark treat the American workers like slave
When are the CEOs in this country going to learn that sending American jobs to a
third world is creating a third world right here in the United States?
Could you hear that?
Got it.
Mr. Reeve, do you think that by affirming that Mr. Collins' message was
you encouraged his suicide?
He asked me a question, I replied.
I didn't encourage him.
You ready?
I'm rolling.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you just green light a suicide?
No. I didn't tell him to do anything. A man drenched in gasoline, holding a
match, asks you if you're ready, and you answer affirmatively. You don't call
that encouragement?
I just told him I was rolling.
What he did was up to him.
As soon as Linda Salerno's photos faxed, we'll let Gwen try and make a positive
ID. She was right there in my face.
It just never occurred to me to do anything about it. Stop beating yourself
How well did you know her?
Barely. Sometimes we said hello in the morning or goodbye at night. That was
Why would she pick me?
In most cases of erotomania, the initial contact's insignificant.
I mean, you might not even remember it, but to her, it's the beginning of the
most meaningful relationship in her life.
Why take Lucy?
To force a confrontation.
We'll hear from her within 24 hours. Or we could be in for a long wait.
All right, I'll get that. You guys ready?
No. Miss Taylor, that's your phone. You'd better answer it.
Hello? Hi, Gwen.
Oh, Lucy says hi, too.
Please don't hurt her.
She wants to see you.
And you certainly must want to see her.
Meet us at the Civic Center, in the tunnel.
And Gwen, don't bring anyone.
Let's go.
No, hang on.
You have to go alone. Okay. What are you talking about? She goes by herself,
that's out of the question.
No, listen, we'll be following a short distance behind. If this woman gets wind
of us, your daughter could be in real danger. I'm afraid he's right.
Daniel, we don't have any other choice.
It's your choice.
Let's just go.
Oh, good.
Hey.
I brought you something to read.
I appreciate it.
Where'd you get that booze?
That orderly.
He wasn't so bad.
So, tell me.
Do you want to be a father?
Or did you just knock red up? It was planned, Pop. It was very planned.
You were a mistake.
Your brother, too.
Yeah, you told me. You see, I never wanted to be a father.
But your ma all just loved kids, and if she knew that you're gonna have one,
this would be the happiest day on earth.
Yeah.
Guess it's over, cop.
You know I don't drink anymore.
No, this isn't anymore.
This is special. We'll toast you, baby.
Pop, I'm not gonna have a drink. All I'm asking is that you respect my... I told
you, Mullaney's. Get yourself a cup, what's the harm?
Pop, I'm not drinking with you.
This is a request.
Don't you know?
I'm dying.
After seven years of being sober, you want me to fall off the wagon out of
What pity? I'm trying to celebrate. You're trying to screw me up one last
and I won't let you.
Get out.
Look, Pop, let's... I'm being nice, and you spit on me. Out, Pop.
Get the hell out of here.
Mr. Sims, as station manager of KINX News, have you set a policy governing
way that your reporters cover the news?
Yes. We tell our people to get as close as possible to the event, without
breaking the law, of course. Did Mr.
Reeve conform to station policy when covering the self -immolation of Mr.
Collins? Yes.
Assisting a suicide against the law, isn't it? Gordon didn't assist a
He didn't pour the gasoline. He didn't offer a match.
He was there to record an event.
How do you respond to the plaintiff's charge that the very act of videotaping
encouraged Mr. Collins to kill himself?
We've been hit with these charges before.
During the riots, we were accused of fermenting the looting simply because we
showed pictures of people looting. But that doesn't change the fact that what
was happening was news.
But you could be selective in what stories you pursue.
Editorial decisions shouldn't be made by courts.
Start telling us what we can and can't cover.
And that's the slippery slope to tyranny. Thank you. You're a witness.
Thank you.
Mr. Sims, are you aware that Mr. Collins notified two other news groups of his
planned suicide, only they elected not to cover it, citing ethical
considerations? When we made that tape available, every station in this city
aired it, including the networks and the cable news programs.
Last year, didn't you speak to a group of UCLA journalism students, exhorting
them to strive for journalistic integrity? I did.
And that's the same thing I try to impress upon my employees.
Last November, did you air footage of a game warden being eaten by an alligator?
A skydiver whose parachute didn't open? A home video of a grandmother as she was
being gunned down by a drive -by shooting?
Yes. And at your October 31st staff meeting, did you exhort your employees
seek out such sensational stories?
We're a small station, Ms. Parris, fighting for our share of the audience.
Yes, I went after those stories, because that's what people want to watch. And
that's why.
We beat our competition during that sweets period. Was Mr. Reeve at this
31st meeting?
Yes. On what date did Mr.
Reeve photograph the immolation of Mr.
Collins?
I believe it was November 5th.
Thank you. Nothing further.
You all right? Stop! Please!
Hey! Hey!
You okay?
Stay with us.
You
have
a minute? Of course.
Ann, we've known each other a long time.
Going forward with your lawsuit against the city is the worst thing you could
possibly do.
I'm acting on my own, Leland, not as a representative of Mackenzie Brackman.
Come on, now.
You know I'm not concerned about the effect on this firm.
I'm talking about you and Stuart.
Did Stuart talk to you? No, no.
But you know better than I he's against this.
See, I can only imagine how difficult this year has been for the two of you.
But you have a chance to put the past behind you, to get on with your lives.
Leland, I cannot just pretend that this never happened.
I cannot let the people that did this to us just get away with it. But you can't
unring a bell, Ann.
No amount of money, no prison terms, however lengthy, can balance the books.
And I won't lecture you, but I do know that I have been lucky enough in my life
to have loved twice my wife and Rosalind.
twice, to have that taken away.
Well, there are a million reasons that people
end up alone.
There need only be one to stay together.
We tried to call you as soon as he went into arrest.
I'll need you to come downstairs and sign his paperwork.
Yeah, later.
Sure.
I'm sorry, Mr. Mullaney.
What's your offer? Mr. Collins made $40 ,000 a year when he was let go.
Assuming he remained healthy, he had another 10 years of earnings.
Add loss of love and affection, we'll round it up to $500 ,000, present value
$385 ,000.
Belinda?
Okay.
On one condition.
I want you to go on TV and take responsibility for what you did.
I want you to say that what you did was immoral. Mrs. Collins, I can't allow
Gordon to do that, even if he wanted.
We'd be inviting lawsuits from every person who didn't like what we put on
air. Then I reject your offer.
Mrs. Collins, I want you to know that I feel terrible about what happened to
your husband, and if I had to do over it...
I wish they'd done something.
Why didn't you say that under oath?
Roxanne, you got crumbs all over the Barringer file.
Better than the alternative.
At least soda crackers stay down.
What is new?
Any word on Lucy?
Don't miss him. What?
Maybe I was wrong about the soda.
So, what's the latest on my oeuvre? Oeuvre budget.
How's that?
Long and short of it, your book's overwritten. We had to make cuts.
What did you take out?
A little judicious trimming here and there.
Chapters 4 through 12.
Those... chapters were the heart of my story.
Douglas Worldwide wouldn't have to make any cuts if we rescaled the production.
The scope of the material may be too intimate for a big budget release.
Ah, a smaller boutique presentation, similar to a foreign film?
No, more like a movie of the week. It now takes place in a women's prison.
Gordon Reeve says that taking pictures of a distraught man burning himself to
death is all in a day's work.
I'm a journalist, he says, no blood on my hands.
But Mr. Reeve crossed the line, not only of responsible journalism, but of human
decency and the law.
Why? Violence sells.
Now, Bill Collins may have thought that he was dying for a purpose, but the only
purpose that Mr. Reeve and his station had in mind was winning higher ratings.
If you think that their actions were a substantial cause of Mr. Collins' self
-immolation, then you must find Mr.
Reeve and KINX responsible for contributing to his suicide.
Thank you.
That video is excruciating to watch.
What happened?
And it was news. And every station in this town, every network ran that tape.
It's estimated 20 million people saw the footage.
Now, maybe you think that Gordon Reeve is an awful person because he didn't
somebody from killing himself. But under the law, he had no duty to rescue Bill
Collins from himself. His duty as a journalist was to photograph.
The event. And to say Bill Collins wouldn't have killed himself if my
capped his lens is rank speculation.
And believe me, if Gordon Reeves had refused to run his camera, Bill Collins
would have found another reporter who would have gladly covered the story.
This is tragic news.
Yes, I grant you that. But don't make the mistake of blaming the
messenger.
Oh, yes.
She was in the ladies' room?
Yeah, she was just sitting there waiting to be found.
Oh, sweet darling.
Thank God you're all right. Look at her. She's so happy to be back with her
daddy.
I notified the Santa Barbara Police Department. They've assigned an officer
parents around the clock.
You should come with me.
Daniel, you need to get Lucy to a safe place.
With this woman still out there, nobody knows what she wants.
At least with the two of you apart, our focus is split.
Daniel, I'll be fine.
I'll call as soon as I get there.
Drive carefully.
Bye, sweetie.
Stuart,
I have something I need to say to you.
Can it wait, Ann? Douglas needs these figures.
It can't wait.
Stuart, I wish I had been more supportive, less judgmental, more secure
myself and who I am.
But when all this happened, it so shook my world. It so altered everything that
I have finally begun to take for granted. All I wanted was to punish the
that had done this to us. And instead, I wound up punishing the only true victim
of this whole sorry mess.
So if...
If you really want to leave this marriage, I'll understand.
But I love you, and if you could possibly forgive me and help me to put
this behind us.
I
love
you.
Has the jury reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
What say you? We find damages in the amount of $600 ,000.
We apportion 90 % of the responsibility to Mr. Collins and 10 % to the
defendant. The verdict is so entered. The defendant is ordered to pay Mrs.
Collins the amount of $60 ,000.
The jury is discharged with the thanks from the court.
We're adjourned.
$60 ,000?
The jury felt your husband was mostly responsible for his suicide.
I'm sorry.
Okay, okay.
Evening, Miss Taylor. I found this weasel slinking around in the shadows. I
wasn't slinking. That's my natural gait.
Lonely. Yeah.
Thought I'd come by and see if you were okay. Only I didn't know Ephraim
Zimbalist Jr.
was parked on your front set.
Guess I'll go.
No, come on in.
Really? Yeah.
So, you're still content to hang out here in the shadows?
Yeah.
She makes it to the door, Miss Taylor, I got her.
This is nice.
You and me, alone in the apartment, sitting, watching a little TV.
I want you to know, I'm willing to stay the night.
If you want, I'll even take the couch.
Although it's probably safer if I don't let you out of my sight. Can I go in?
McElroy's right outside.
You saying you want me to leave?
No.
Oh,
God.
Publisher's clearinghouse?
No. My... My Huntington's test.
Negative.
I thought I had Huntington's Korea, but, um... Wait a minute.
You had this information, and you didn't... No, no, no, that doesn't
Romney. The fact is, I'm fine.
I'm gonna be fine.
Oh, gosh.
Romney.
Sorry.
What?
I'm surprised to find you here.
Oh, full of surprises today.
How's your father?
Dead.
Yeah.
We had a fight. I walked out the school loft. Next thing I know, I get this
phone call. He's got a heart attack.
Tommy, I'm sorry.
Rox, what was I thinking?
He came all this way so as not to be alone.
And I left him alone.
You couldn't be there every second.
No, no. I walked out because I was...
Mad.
Afraid, like when I was a kid.
The doctors worked on him. Finally, they gave up. Body gets cold quick.
My old man never liked the cold.
Let's go.
I'm watching the show.
Or I would be if this jerk weren't blocking my view.
Hey! Fat boy!
Have a seat!
What are you drinking?
It tastes good. I forgot how good it is.
Oh, come on.
Let's go, sweetheart.
Sweetheart? To you, I'm just a sperm donor.
That is the most heartless thing that you could say. Come on.
I was just joking.
I'm leaving.
I'll leave.
Hey!
Would you mind telling that guy to sit down?
Well, I'm going to go take a shower.
Well, there's an idea.
I'm alone.
It's about time for me to go anyway.
Well, I really appreciate you coming by. It was really thoughtful.
Do you want me to wait while you shower?
Oh, no, you... Um, yeah.
Take your time.
Thanks.
McElroy? Something wrong?
I don't think so.
Hi.
You look cold.
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