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DISPATCHER: Silver Fox, Silver Fox, what's your 20, come back?

DRIVER: Yeah, this is Silver Fox.

I just checked out of Cutter's Hook.

Silver Fox, copy that.

Where's your next check in?

I got a straight run right through to Philly.

( tires squealing)

MAN: Get out of the truck!

Get out of the truck! Move!

Too late!

( sirens wailing)

Shooter fires three times...

only hits the driver once?

They were kids.

Oldest one

was 15... we picked 'em up

20 minutes ago on the Verrazano Bridge.

Their truck ran out of gas.

How's our vic? FLACK: EMTs said he'll be okay.

He took one in the shoulder.

You didn't really wake us up this early in the morning

to tell us that you already solved

the case, did you, Flack?

Figured you'd want to check this out.

Okay.

That's a lot of blood.

Yeah. Could be human.

It's still wet.

Our mystery donor

is between the container and the flatbed.

And it looks like he's going to need a hand getting out.

You're lucky

we still got a qualified operator on-site.

This is a bit more than a bag and tag.

I'm going to call Hawkes.

Tell him to bring his spatula.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fought for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ I don't need to fight ♪

♪ To prove I'm right ♪

♪ I don't need to be forgiven, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

How's this?

It should do the trick.

This is only half a body.

Where's the rest of him?

Out there somewhere.

Good luck with that.

I'm looking

for Mac Taylor.

I'm Detective Taylor.

Kevin Hannigan, facilities foreman.

I'm hearing rumors

about you shutting down my terminal.

Mr. Hannigan, part of a man's torso

was found under a container

that came from this terminal.

We're going to need to track back

through every place it's been to find the rest of him.

I can't just shut down this port while you guys browse around.

$100 billion's worth of cargo

comes through here every year.

500 million a day.

You want to mess around

with that kind of money?

We're here investigating

a fatality, Mr. Hannigan.

We'd appreciate

your cooperation.

We're going to need access

to your tracking databases.

Fine.

Hey, Tiny!

These guys want to see the routing

on this box the dead guy's on.

Take 'em to the office.

Get the crew working!

All right, let's go.

What are you guys standing around for?

Back to work.

The office is this way.

Yeah, I wouldn't... I wouldn't worry about it.

I would... I'd...

Hey, you want to identify yourselves?

Excuse me?

Uh-uh-uh, I'm not recognizing the faces.

You want to identify yourselves?

Who are you, the crime scene troll?

We got to identify ourselves?

You see the kits. You know who we are.

We're not here to fish. Who the hell are you?

Detective Vicaro. Three-four.

Yeah? Danny Messer, Aiden Burn.

One... Two...

This is our crime scene, so now why don't you

do me a favor and stop busting my friggin' onions

and fill me in on the dead woman behind you.

18-wheeler found her on the side of the road.

I responded,

and here I am.

Good for you. Thank you.

Aiden, do me a favor: tell him what's what.

We got it from here, Vicaro.

I'll bet you do, bet you do, CSI.

( camera clicking)

She looks pretty mangled.

So does this tree.

Got an indention

here in the bark,

not to mention some blood.

You see this?

Headlight glass all over the ground.

Yep.

Skids.

No detail.

I don't know... Maybe she was a hitchhiker.

Who hitchhikes nude?

I don't know.

Maybe...

vehicular manslaughter followed by a rape?

First thing I learned on this job:

anybody can do anything to anyone.

Charlie, move your ass.

I'm busy. Let's go.

We got a tracking code

on that trailer?

Yeah, this number came off

the driver's manifest.

The victim's blood was still wet,

so time of death is likely

within the last few hours.

This indicates exactly where the container's been

in the last 12 hours, correct?

Yup.

BONASERA: Can you make

a copy of this, please?

If it'll get you out of my hair.

Thank you.

All right. This is where we start.

TAYLOR: Got a little blood over here.

( camera clicking)

Our DOA's better half.

The container from the truck was here when?

11:00 last night.

HANNIGAN: Hey!

What's the matter with you guys?

Brenneman, you sick of having a job?

Hey, I told you not to move anything until I say so!

He told me. Sir,

I asked these men to move the container.

Port Authority's on the way.

Now that we have a body, the M.E.'s Office

takes charge of it until it's identified.

Well, then we'll wait for him, too.

HAWKES: That won't be necessary.

You're looking at him.

Hawkes... what's under the sheet?

"Spatula man."

You don't want

to know any more than that.

Prints on your roadside girl.

Still a Jane Doe.

What got me curious as a cat in the fish house

are these candy cane ligature marks along her body

starting...

just below the neck

and the collar bone, continuing

across the chest...

pelvis...

just under and over each kneecap...

ending...

at the base of the ankles.

She was tied up. Yeah.

Rope, maybe, or tape?

Well, rope and tape are haphazard tools of restraint,

usually used in haste.

The resulting bruises

look off-center

and random.

Look at this bruising.

It's evenly spaced across the body.

Mm-hmm. Precision binding.

The bruising

is too precise to be duct tape,

too clean on the edges to be rope.

Straps, maybe?

Someone tied her to a tree and then rammed her?

Hey, move it up!

VICARO: I'm way ahead of you, CSI.

I found your vehicle.

We got an '04 F-150.

( whistles)

As you can see, we got a damaged front end here.

Got a, uh, metal hitch on the front grill.

I'll tell you something... If you can figure that out,

you got my respect.

We, uh, found this pick-up

about a mile east of Clearview Expressway.

I figured you two'd want to take a sniff.

I ran the plate.

Anything else

I can do you for?

But you didn't go

through the truck, right?

25 cents gets you a cup of coffee.

Come on, get out of here.

I got another call.

I take that as a "No."

What the hell is this thing?

BURN: What the hell is this thing?

Both airbags

are deployed.

I got glass on the passenger side floor.

No obvious source.

Out of context, I got to be honest...

I-I don't get this.

Hello.

Got a bag of something here.

What have we got?

Latex body suit?

Pulp Fiction.

Nice.

Look at the teeth impressions.

Must've got that through an impact.

Straps.

What is this?

"Place shoulders here..."

This girl was strapped upside down.

What the hell was going on with this woman?

Wow. Good job.

He actually almost looks human.

I'm thinking

that if I can piece him together,

I can get a clearer idea

of the exact cause of death.

Well, we do have an ID on him.

His name's Paddy Dolan. He was a longshoreman.

He died a hard death.

Crushed

by the container, but...

the defensive position

of his hands makes me think...

He saw it coming.

( screaming)

Guy really went through the wringer.

You see these tears?

Broken bones pierced the skin.

Jagged, irregular wounds.

HAWKES: But this isn't from a bone.

It's too clean and pointed at the end.

It's a knife wound.

Yeah.

This guy wasn't

just crushed to death.

He was stabbed first,

and then they lowered the container on him.

It's a cover-up.

Mr. Wojewedski, we identified the remains

we found last night as a Mr. Paddy Dolan.

A longshoreman.

Anyone have it in for him?

He was a lifer.

Bound to create a few enemies along the way.

I mean, the docks get pretty rough.

Did you ever see that Brando flick?

Anyway, maybe it was just an accident.

He was stabbed before he was crushed.

Who would've seen him last night?

He had his usual crew on.

They pulled a double, so they're still on call,

filling in wherever.

That's them over there

loading the truck.

Hey, don't keep 'em too long, okay?

Don't want to have to re-train 'em.

( laughs)

Mr. Moraga, when was the last time

you saw Paddy Dolan?

Last night. Late.

You were working last night?

Yeah.

I didn't see him after 10:30.

You didn't wonder where he was?

He was the boss, you know. He was busy all the time.

Look, I got to get

back to work, okay? Sorry.

It was like, you know,

you have your work to do; that's it.

Was Paddy a good boss?

Yeah, he was a good guy.

Looked out for his crew.

TAYLOR: He had a reputation.

He was running this whole place.

It's not an easy job.

He never did anything to me.

He was a supervisor, you know.

Collect a fat check, don't really lift a finger.

Not a lot of people liked him.

Honestly, he treated folks bad.

Hey!

Move it!

You think I'm paying you to stand around?

You got any idea

who might have killed Dolan?

Man, we're not even supposed to be talking to you.

We'll lose our jobs

in a second.

Maybe not just the job.

I got a wife and a couple of kids.

She don't have work papers,

so she can't get a job.

Anything happens to me,

the kids, they-they go hungry.

That for decoration?

We need 'em for work. We all carry 'em.

Sorry, Mike,

I'm going to need to take that.

The real crime is going on right here,

every day, right under your nose.

I want their hardware, too.

You got it.

MESSER: It's nice to get out of the city, huh?

The registered owner of the F-150's a Ron Bogda.

Married to Debbie Bogda.

What do you think?

Think she's our, uh, dead body?

We'll find out.

Actually, you're going to find out.

Me? Oh, no.

Isn't it your turn to break the bad news?

Don't get all Oliver North on me, Aiden.

All right? It's your turn, and you know it.

All right.

Go ahead.

BURN: Mr. Bogda, do you know this woman?

Yes, that's my wife, Debbie.

We're sorry for your loss.

MESSER: You want a glass of water, Mr. Bogda?

Want to take a minute?

'Cause we have some

follow-up questions that we need to ask you.

RON: Yes, that's our truck.

Debbie uses it when she works in the city.

Mr. Bogda,

your wife was in a car accident,

but we suspect that she was involved

in a fetish stunt

of some sort.

My wife is a very decent and conservative woman.

You sure there isn't a chance that she was into something

but she just didn't tell you about it?

The truth is, Debbie and I live separate lives during the week.

She works in an office in Manhattan

an-and sleeps at the Waldorf.

I-I never question

what-what she does when she's away. I...

How'd you get that cut above your eye?

My-my daughter kicked a soccer ball in my face

the other day and, uh, broke my glasses.

The glasses are inside.

A-All I have left are the frames.

One of the lens shattered.

I think you might've left pieces

of that other lens in your F-150.

BURN: We're going to need those glasses.

Somebody call for some oils?

What are you, a scientist

or a massage therapist?

Why, you want a rubdown or a refractive index test?

( whistles)

These, uh... our samples?

Trying to match these glasses

from a suspect to a shard of glass we found in his truck.

( whistling)

The halo effect

around the glass fragment... It's called a Becke line.

Watch what happens when I...

raise the focus.

Ooh, the line's moving away from the fragment.

It means that the oil has a higher refractive index

than the fragment.

So, so, what happens when the oil and the glass match?

There's no optical difference between the oil and the glass.

You can't see the boundary line,

and the fragment... magically... disappears.

Okay...

It's still there.

That's because your unknown fragment

had a different refractive index than these glasses.

They're not the same glass.

Ron Bogda

may not be our man.

I'll, uh, do some more tests, see if I can't find out

what kind of glass it is.

I just finished processing those knives.

I can't turn my back for a second.

I just picked up where you left off.

All right, none of our dockworkers' knives

match the dimensions of the stab hole

in Paddy Dolan's shirt.

When I processed them, none of them had

any trace of blood, and Sean Bally's knife

was really immaculate.

Spotless.

What worker keeps their tools so clean?

That isn't

a science-obsessed criminalist. Hmm.

I pulled something interesting off one of the pant legs

of Paddy Dolan's jeans.

Take a look.

Insect eggs.

Why would those be on Paddy Dolan's jeans?

Especially this time of year.

Determine the species, you determine the source.

I'm going to find out what would inspire Sean Bally

to spit-shine his knife the day after Paddy Dolan was stabbed.

BALLY: I like to keep my tools clean.

You think I stabbed Dolan?

With this?

What happened?

It was a week ago.

Dolan liked to finish a load early

so he could take a long lunch.

Liquid.

Yup.

Up.

Yeah, Paddy thought it was funny.

You didn't report it?

I put in a claim, I kiss any overtime good-bye,

and things happen to people

who talk too much around here.

Found my bug.

The southern pine beetle.

Dendroctonus frontalis.

Way out of its natural habitat,

southeastern U.S. all the way to Nicaragua.

Sounds like a sunshine bug.

Mm-hmm. You can tell by the sunglasses

and little shorts.

The question is,

how did they get on Paddy Dolan's work pants in New York

in February?

Must have hitched a ride

in an empty container returning from the south.

So what was Paddy Dolan doing in the empty container?

He was the boss; he wouldn't get his hands dirty.

One thing's for sure: he wasn't working.

Let's go talk to Mr. Hannigan.

Well, this is the last of the bunch.

Are we almost done here?

You normally lock containers

that are due to be returned overseas?

No. Never.

Want to open this one?

We got it from here, Mr. Hannigan.

At least this one's still in one piece.

James Prineman... Dock worker number two.

Same address as Mike Prineman. They're brothers.

Second longshoreman dead in as many days.

Dangerous job.

In more ways than one.

Multiple blunt force trauma

to the head.

Fractured orbital and maxillary bones,

primarily on the left side.

Somebody used him as a punching bag.

With some sort of brass knuckles for that extra oomph.

( grunting)

Very little decomp,

even though bleed-out puts death

at a couple of days ago.

Couple of days?

Mm-hmm.

The body must've been put in that container

at Cutter's Hook Terminal

and was preserved by the cold.

And his clothes

were covered with these bugs.

Dendroctonus...

Frontalis.

I've become

quite the bug expert.

It's the same beetle that we found

on Paddy Dolan's jeans.

Okay, so if this guy died

a couple of days ago, that would've given

Paddy Dolan enough time to be involved in his death.

Even if he wasn't involved, he was still in that container.

Why?

MESSER: The latex this body suit's made of

holds prints like a sponge holds water.

If you take the bottom, I'll take the top.

No, I like being on top.

You're getting all freaky on me

because we drew a bondage case? You wish.

Hit the lights.

All right, what do we got here?

I got something.

Nice. Let me get set up.

( camera shutter clicks)

MESSER: Jennifer Stupaine.

4672 Charles.

Where's that?

That's the West Village.

Ah, you must be

the Andersons.

You're late for class.

Yeah, traffic was murder.

Nice to see you both back again.

Honey, I think the Andersons are here.

STUPAINE: Oh, come on in.

Welcome. There's plenty of room.

I am Jennifer Stupaine, and this is

my John,

and we're...

( laughs): Oh!

And we're here to teach you how to practice

safe bondage.

More specifically, forniphilia:

the art of human furniture.

This...

is Diana, our chandelier,

hanging up here,

and over here

is David,

our side table.

We also have

machinery...

( laughs suggestively)

brought to you by Garage Joe.

( applause)

He is our

resident mechanic, and these are just a few

of his contraptions of pleasure.

( laughs)

May I?

Good choice.

So, please,

feel free to buy.

There's something for everyone's taste.

MESSER: Hey. Hey!

NYPD! Hey!

Hey!

NYPD!

He's gone.

MESSER: How long is she going to hang like that?

JOHN: Until we tell her to come down.

Same with the, uh, side table.

They are furniture,

and they should be treated as such.

Well, we're going to be taking, um,

Garage Joe's contraptions back to our lab, all right?

Um, does this Garage Joe have a last name?

We only know him as Garage Joe.

We don't require background checks

for people who take our seminar.

And everything we're doing is perfectly legal.

We're licensed and bonded, so... Ms. Stupaine,

what's with all the base on your eye?

Base? But...

Yeah, you're concealing

a black eye with base makeup.

I see it on abused women cases

all the time.

( laughs): Oh, it's...

( clears throat): it's not abuse.

It's a donkey punch.

Jennifer likes it in the face, not the ribs.

BURN: Oh, no, no,

I know what that is. I-I...

I don't think so.

I mean, the bruising's distinct.

It's almost square.

Oh, and not to mention

the bruising

on your collarbone.

I'm going to need you to step into the back room.

I need to photograph you. For what?

Vehicular bruising.

( camera shutter clicking)

Did you get that from a donkey punch, too?

The bruising goes

from right to left, so that means you were

on the passenger side.

Who was driving?

Well, you weren't the driver.

BONASERA: It's time to visit Paddy Dolan's house.

You have an address? Yes, I do.

( phone ringing)

Taylor.

Okay.

Mike Prineman was fired

from his job at the docks.

Everybody down there saw me talking to him.

There are other jobs.

He's young. He'll be okay.

I had Flack pull his file.

Everything points to this kid

being a stand-up guy, a family man.

I got to make this right, Stella.

You will.

BONASERA: Well, well.

The plot thickens.

Welcome to Paddy Dolan's

electronic superstore.

I've been wanting a toaster.

Ah, you came to the right place.

Well, one box here,

one box there,

gets written off as a shipping loss.

The money goes into somebody's pocket.

Found the bank.

Just under three grand.

Maybe he had a falling-out

with one of his partners in crime.

I always thought there was honor amongst thieves.

Missing brass knuckles.

( sighs)

Paddy Dolan did kill Jimmy Prineman.

It would seem so.

What do you see?

BONASERA: A lot of blood.

And our next port of call.

You guys seen your buddy Mike?

Nah, man,

not since you got him fired.

Let's go, Manny.

Excuse me, lady.

Excuse me.

These guys... look familiar to you?

Okay.

Yeah, sure, yeah, they were in the other night

with those two guys who just went out the door.

They, uh, they had

quite the difference of opinion.

25% of everything

you make

in the first six months.

You want me to pay you so I can work?

It ain't gonna happen.

You hear me? It ain't gonna happen.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, come on! Take it outside.

Did Dolan come back in?

I don't... I don't remember.

But, um,

the other guy, he, uh, he followed Dolan out.

TAYLOR: This the guy?

No. No, it wasn't him.

It was, uh...

it was him.

The bartender told us that you followed Dolan out.

Yeah, I went to make sure Jimmy was okay.

I went outside, but I didn't

see anything, and I went looking for him,

and I never saw him again.

We're going to have

to hold you here,

see if your story checks out, Mike.

MIKE: What about my kids?

It says "Robo-Spanker."

You believe people actually make this kind of stuff?

Apparently so. Garage Joe does.

( laughs): That's got to hurt, no?

Why don't you try it?

BURN: No!

Try it.

That's sexual harassment, Danny.

What's this? What's this thing?

The guillotine?

Your head in here, your hands...

( metal clanks)

It's a wrap. You're done.

You break it? This is crazy.

Actually, it looks like somebody's still in there.

Get that to Jane Parsons in DNA.

All right.

( crop snaps) Now!

MESSER: It's affirmative.

The hair from the guillotine belongs to a Joe Strahil.

Warrants outstanding.

That good enough for you, Vicaro?

Yeah, that's good enough for me.

Here we go.

On my lead, boys.

Be on three.

One, two...

NYPD!

Put your hands

in the air now.

Hey!

NYPD!

Stop what you're doing,

put your hands

in the air now.

Don't be stupid.

Easy!

( blow lands) Relax!

Joe Strahil, I got to tell you,

I'm not at peace

with this taste.

MESSER: Neither am I.

Come on, let's get him up.

Where were you the night Debbie Bogda became

a hood ornament on one of your fetish contraptions?

I was tied up... at the auto shop.

Yeah, well... Debbie Bogda's dead.

She died?

Yeah, she died. Is that a big shock to you?

Yes, it is.

I made

the Screamer Hitch

as an optimum mode of speed and fear

for those who fetish such.

Debbie was up for it,

so I sold her the art.

And then you tied her up

and you took her for a ride.

No, sir. I only sell.

You use at your own risk.

Do me a favor: stand up.

We want to check you for seat belt bruising.

No bruises.

Hey, Jane.

I'm sorry... it looks like

I'm catching you on your way out.

That's all right. What can I do for you?

Your office called about the results

on our Cutter's Hook DOA?

Oh, yes, the brass knuckles.

Uh...

Here. There were two samples

on the brass knuckles.

Blood from the victim

and epithelials from the assailant

which don't match Paddy Dolan.

They do come from a male donor, but I guess that's no surprise.

Brass knuckles aren't exactly a woman's choice of weapons.

So Paddy Dolan did not kill Jimmy Prineman.

Not according to the DNA.

Did you get any other hits at all?

No. Sorry not to be more help.

Aw, that's all right.

Some days are like that.

I have to start all over again at the computer.

Did you figure it out yet?

Figure out what, the button?

Started the car.

Got that far.

Every time I press the button,

the dome light goes red.

It's obviously for the person

hanging upside down.

BURN: Maybe it's a signal.

I mean, how else do you communicate

upside down at that speed?

Makes sense.

How do you say "stop"?

Mad Chad, what's our progress on our glass?

Uh, it's a Cady Zugo lens.

They make after-market optics.

High-end.

For movie cameras from Fujihama.

Sorry I couldn't be, um,

more specific.

Oh, no, this is about

as specific as it gets.

I think I know how she got

that square bruise on her eye.

Thanks, Chad.

How you doing, Mr. and Mrs. Stupaine?

We got a warrant to search your residence.

You look for the camera, I'll look for the film.

Uh-oh.

Aiden...

Sex, lies, and... Super-8.

( film projector clicking)

Mrs. Stupaine...

who were you being filmed by

while you're strapping up Debbie Bogda?

You're never going to get that out of me.

Trust is not negotiable in my world.

My function that night was simple:

make sure Debbie had a safe experience.

Yeah, well, you did a lousy job,

'cause we got it all on film.

The danger wasn't outside the car.

It was inside.

MESSER: You strapped her into the Screamer Hitch

and you took her out for a drive,

but everyone got carried away.

Especially the driver. Am I right?

When she hit the panic button, you ignored her.

All right, she's hitting the safe button. Slow down.

MAN: Nine years of marriage, and this is

what gets you off?!

You want speed, sweetheart?!

You got it!

Damn it, Ron, you can't violate her trust!

Slow down!

MESSER: But power over someone in a submissive position

can be quite a turn-on for a guy like you, huh, Ron?

Ron, that's your wife!

RON: Back off! Ow!

( tires squealing)

Ow!

MESSER: And that's when everyone lost control.

Ron, what are you doing?! Stop! No!

( tires squealing)

( crashing)

We don't have the rest on film,

but we suspect we know what happened next.

You took her off the Screamer Hitch,

you stripped her down and you left her for dead.

Upon impact, Jennifer's passenger-side airbag deployed.

But you didn't have your seat belt on,

did you, Mr. Bogda?

Got two little kids at home.

Two little kids now with no mother and no father.

For what? For what, for some kicks?

Mr. Bogda, you got anything to say for yourself,

or you just gonna sit there like a piece of furniture?

Sometimes play life's got real life consequences.

And now we're going to put the two of you

in a submissive position.

You hungry? Yeah.

Get a bite to eat. Yeah.

I'll drive.

Put you on the hood.

Put you on the hood.

Got something?

There are GPS transmitters

on every container.

This is the one we found Jimmy Prineman in.

It was supposed to stay in storage

for an extra three weeks,

but we found it here, in the area assigned

for immediate shipment to Hong Kong.

Someone wanted this container out of here quickly.

It could only have been moved

by someone with the authority and the training.

One of the bosses.

Mm-hmm.

The container holding Jimmy Prineman

was meant to go there,

but it ended up over there on the pier.

Could Paddy Dolan have operated that crane?

I guess it's a possibility, but I doubt it.

Paddy didn't like to handle the equipment all that much.

Well, who would, uh...?

Mac!

Hey! You! On the ground!

You want to be careful,

Hannigan,

using that equipment

in my jurisdiction.

Someone could get hurt.

Mr. Hannigan,

your DNA matched

a sample we retrieved from the brass knuckles

used to kill Jimmy Prineman.

And Paddy Dolan's blood is on your knife.

Dolan was a rat.

Just got his is all.

You were in the bar

the same night

that Jimmy Prineman was killed.

Hey, calm down!

Paddy started cutting deals with the new guys.

Time was, he'd come to me

begging for a half a shift painting cables.

All of sudden, he's Mr. Employment Broker.

You want a job at the Hook, you come to me.

Sit down!

It's fine.

That's a reason to kill Jimmy?

I just wanted to teach the kid a lesson,

tune him up a little.

Didn't think I'd...

Hey, homeboy!

Want a job?

And Paddy

the Boy Scout offered to help you out.

He was my partner, and that's what partners do.

Helped you hide the body.

HANNIGAN: He's dead, Paddy! I killed him!

Give me the knuckles and your shirt.

What are we going to do, Paddy? What are we going to do?

Meet me with the body

at Pier Eight in 20 minutes.

HANNIGAN: Yeah, then the son of a bitch turns around and tells me

if I don't pay up, he's going to the cops.

I gave him three grand. He wanted more.

The container was just to make it

look like an accident.

Hey, Leon Spinks,

you got my cash?

( grunting)

He was still alive when that container crushed him.

Yeah, well, not for long.

We're done here.

You know, you really made me jump today.

Glad you were paying attention.

Didn't want you to end up like Paddy Dolan.

Anyway, thanks.

That's what partners do.

Hey, wait up!

Hey, Mike.

WORKER: Good to see you got your job back, man.