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So tell us why you attacked the old
lady.

Maybe there was what the lawyers call
mitigating circumstances.

You're like, maybe that mean old lady
wouldn't let go of her purse.

Or maybe she called you a bad name.

She call you a bad name?

I think the DA would understand that.
Might even give him a break.

When you're sober.

First degree murder committed during the
commission of a felony.

It's an automatic death penalty. Grab
your attention, Victor.

My throat's really dry. I need a soda.

Diet okay?

That's all you got, sure.

You want a little ice with that?

Not too much, sure.

Let me see if I got this straight.
That's one diet soda and not too much

Yeah.

I've got a broken arm with that order.

You got him upset.

What is this?

The newest in interrogation techniques.

You've heard of good cop, bad cop?

Well, this is bad cop, bad cop.

Hey, hey, you guys can't touch me.

Gentlemen.

Captain? Officer, take him to detention.

Two citizen complaints in three weeks.

And one on his way to detention, waiting
to be reported.

Now that's exactly what I expect to find
in your file, Aykroyd. But not yours,

Sloan. What is happening to you?

It's been a rough month.

A rough month.

A rough month. Gentlemen, when do we not
have a rough month?

You know, Sloan, I put you with this guy
to straighten him out.

Not for him to influence you.

Last time he was on the street, the
Kennedys ran D .C.

He doesn't hold her up against you. He
doesn't give a damn either.

Miss Stewart?

Miss Stewart?

Is she dead?

Yeah. Did you see anything?

I just came on duty.

You stay here and secure the area. I'll
call the police. All right.

We know who she was.

Marissa Seward, one of Computex
technicians.

Apparently, cause of death was blunt
force trauma to the head. What time do

think it was?

Six to eight hours ago.

No, really. I'm a consultant with the
police department.

It's all right. Let him in.

What do we got?

No, we don't have anything.

Steve and I have a dead woman and a lot
of questions, some of which I'm going to

ask Computex sooner.

That's okay with you?

Reggie.

How did Steve end up with a guy like
that? Oh, Reggie, Steve's old training

officer. He's been having a little
problem lately, and the department asked

Steve to try to get him back on track.

Nice assignment.

Mr. Carver, I tell you, you sure got a
lot of high -tech stuff in this room.

What exactly do you people do in here?

This was a clean room, a sterile
environment where we recover and repair

hard drives, temperature.

Humidity and dust are all tightly
controlled. Even the smallest particle

destroy sensitive information.

Was Marissa Stewart doing anything
particularly important?

Good question. I would never have
thought to ask that.

Uh, we had our rush job.

DBC Insurance is under investigation for
money laundering.

So when the company deliberately crashed
their hard drives, the Justice

Department hired us to resurrect the
information.

Where are the DBC disks?

Still on Marissa's workbench.

Tell me about your security system.

Well, for entry and exit, a right thumb
must be placed on the scanner, which

checks both print and pulse. What
happens if one of your employees has a

to his head?

Nothing. If the pulse of an authorized
entity is outside a specified range, the

mechanism will not engage. Does the
security log show anybody entering or

leaving the room besides Marissa during
the night?

Doc, we're trying to work here, please.
I'm sorry. Sorry.

Did anybody enter after Marissa Seward?

No.

And the door, the door wasn't opened
again?

No, not until Carl came in this morning.

The user guard that found the body?

Yes, Carl Jackson.

He was doing his final checks before
going off duty.

Warren Decker was the second man on the
scene.

He was Carl's relief officer.

You know, this is a magnetic
screwdriver. That's odd.

Screwdrivers magnetize, Doc. We know
that. Thank you. You don't want to have

magnetic anything around a computer.

Anything magnetic will wipe the hard
drives clean.

Did you find the magnet?

Not yet.

I really think we've got the situation
handled here.

I'm just trying to help. I know, I know.
But when we need your help, we'll ask

for it. That's enough, Reggie. Just back
off.

I don't know. Unless you've got any more
questions for Carver, I think we're

done here.

I'm sorry, Dad.

You don't have to explain. I understand.

To man, it's not a morning person.

Cause of death is cerebral hemorrhage.
Apparently, the victim's head was

into a computer monitor.

Nasty. To say the least. Her core body
temperature indicates that she died

almost immediately after entering the
clean room.

After locking the door behind her.

Excuse me. I'm just a little confused. I
thought we'd already established the

fact that Sloan and I are running this
case.

Oh, when Amanda and I were discussing...
Aren't you supposed to be treating

patients, or do you have a cop doing
that for you?

What's the autopsy show?

Cerebral hemorrhage occurring shortly
after the victim entered the clean room,

detective.

Anything else, Amanda?

Yes, stomach compounds for shrimp,
pasta, tomatoes, things of that nature

apparently had for dinner. There's an
interesting thing here.

There's a mosquito in those clothes.

And it looks like it's full of blood,
too.

Don't you have some vaccines to give,
Doc? You can drop the attitude, Reggie.

We're all on the same team.

Don't you know they can hear you out in
the hallway?

What's the occasion, Archer?

You decide to spend your day off with
the recently deceased?

The last time the chief gave me a day
off, I spent it having my appendix

removed.

I'm taking over this case.

You got a problem? Take it up with your
captain.

Did you do this?

What, you don't make a couple calls and
get me burned with Newman?

Is that what you did?

Look, I need... I need this case. Now,
you know that.

My father wouldn't do that, Reggie.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

He's got a lot of love for me.

Now that we have that settled, how about
filling in on the headlines, Dr.

Bentley? Sure, why not?

The third time the victim died of a
cerebral hemorrhage, her head was

into a computer monitor.

I don't know why I always have to be the
rape bait.

You know, next time one of you guys can
wear a wig and a Dolly Parton bra.

This is ridiculous.

What's that?

If I didn't have to babysit you, I
wouldn't have been pulled off a murder

investigation for a routine rape
stakeout.

I'm approaching a clump of trees near
the ranger station.

Don't see anything yet?

Yeah, and she never will.

This guy isn't going to show.

Just relax.

I don't know if that's really going to
help.

The motion board's next week, and I'm
babysitting a drunk.

Give me that. Hey.

You think you're big enough to take it
from me, Steve?

You know you're not going to find your
wife and kid in that bottle.

Ooh, clever line.

Would you write that yourself?

You have no idea what it's like to have
your family walk out of here and

disappear.

You know, you're not the first cop whose
spouse dumped him, Reggie.

It's been a year, Reggie. Get over it.

I can't pass the ranger station and
nearing the bathrooms.

My wife didn't abandon me.

Jack Sykes took Marcia, my daughter.

He's got to have been out there
somewhere.

Yeah, you're getting his revenge.

There's only one problem with that,
Reggie.

You've got no proof.

Then why would I make it up?

Maybe because you can't face facts.

Like your wife left you and took your
daughter with her.

He's dead.

Thought he had a gun.

What are you doing?

Relax, it's common.

They have a gun. Steve had the shoe.

I didn't have any choice.

Let me understand how this went down.

The suspect turned, pulled a gun out of
his waistband, and Detective Sloan had

no recourse but to defend himself.

And his fellow officers.

Is that the story?

Yes, sir.

There was no other recourse. That's the
truth?

There's not a word of truth in it.

If I wanted fiction, I would go to the
library.

Sloan, we all know what really went down
last night.

If I bring in internal affairs, they're
going to fire you, arrest you, and

prosecute you. In that order.

I mean, I even sent some civil rights
violations here.

Maybe I shouldn't stop at the IA.

Maybe I ought to call in feds. Are there
any other choices?

Possibly. What does that mean?

Either one of you ever heard of the Last
Resort Clinic?

Ward 2 of Community General.

Well, that's a relatively new program.
It's sort of the Betty Ford Center.

Except strictly for cops.

With a substance abuse or an emotional
problem.

I don't have any substance abuse
problems.

No, but you've got plenty of the other
kind.

That's it. 90 days locked down in the
last resort.

Or else I'll see you in the courtroom
with a public defender.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Aykroyd.

We've been expecting you.

And you are?

Dr. David Sinclair. I'm in charge of
this establishment.

You want to sign in and empty your
pockets?

Want to open up your mouth?

You never know what you're going to
find.

It's a nice place you got here.

Oh, yeah.

Humanizing, isn't it?

You're expecting something different?

I couldn't tell you.

I didn't get a chance to peruse the
resort's brochures.

Gentlemen, here's the story.

90 days lockdown.

You attend two encounter sessions a day,
afternoons and evenings.

Right. In the mornings, you go to
exercise and then testing.

No drugs, no booze, no sex.

If you get caught doing any of those
three things, you're out of the program.

They can face your consequences on the
outside.

Your bags will be returned after we go
through them.

Welcome to the last resort, gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

Fresh meat.

Fresh meat.

Fresh meat. Settle down, Delroy.

You'll have to excuse him. Ten years
undercover with skinhead speed dealers

left Delroy a mite hostile.

I love being assessed by a woman, first
of all, whose idea of a police procedure

is snorting coke with suspects.

I was hoping that we'd all pass the show
off stage.

Have a seat, gentlemen.

You know, if you can't psychobabble
better than that... None of us are going

get cured.

None of us are going to get cured.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Dr. Sinclair asked me to come.

I tell you, Steve is the last guy I'd
expect to end up in Ward 2.

Yeah, but Jesse, it's not something that
just happened overnight. I'm sure it's

been building over time.

Yeah, but we should have seen the signs,
you know? I mean, we're his best

friends. Steve keeps everything inside.
He's the one person I know that's been

through so much and doesn't show it. We
still should have seen it coming.

Maybe it's because of the way we feel
about Steve that we blinded ourselves to

his problems.

Well, whatever was going on, I'm sure he
had no choice but to shoot that guy in

the park.

You do believe that, don't you?

You page me?

I'm assuming that means the autopsy
report on Seward is ready.

Yes, but there's something else I want
you to take a look at.

Mark Sloan discovered a dead mosquito on
the clothes she was wearing.

Uh -huh.

I'm kind of in a hurry. The chief has
got me on three other cases besides this

one. If you could just give me the
report... So I spoke to a forensic

entomologist who specializes in
mosquitoes. In his opinion, the

its corpse puts its time of death
approximately the same time as the

I'll keep that in mind.

You got that report?

Detective Archer, that mosquito was
filled with blood when it died.

Yet there are no bite marks on the
victims. Now, if the police lab could

the human blood in that mosquito... And
I'd know Brad Carver killed Marissa

Stewart. But unless your dead blood
sucker can tell me how, I don't have

listen. Brad Carver, the owner of
Computech?

He's trying to take Computech public,
which would mean millions for him.

But I've been checking the company
books, and there are a few gaps that

cover -up.

How does that make him a suspect?

He was having an affair with Marissa
Seward.

My guess is that she knew all about
Carver's financial shenanigans and was

blackmailing him.

We just have to prove it.

And figure out how he got into a locked
room to kill her.

Details. I still think Amanda's onto
something with the mosquito.

And I promise to keep that in mind.

Now, how about coughing up that report?

Blood from a mosquito?

Doesn't anybody believe in evidence
anymore?

I do.

About six years ago, Jack Sykes and his
brother, they were in these stop -and

-rob convenience stores.

And one night I was staking one out when
they hit.

Both of them went down shooting.

I moved to Jack and I killed his
brother.

What happened after Sykes was released
from prison?

He showed up at my daughter's school.

Marsha, my wife, she went down one day
to pick Abby up, and Sykes was standing

there holding my daughter's hand.

How did you feel?

I wanted to rip his heart out.

But there was nothing I could do.

Where you at?

He hadn't really crossed legal lines.

I wanted to take a bath to him, but if I
did that, I would have gone to prison.

That's exactly what he wanted.

I take it your wife and daughter didn't
react well.

No, Abby was a kid. She's young.

She didn't understand what was going on.

Marsha, Marsha was a mess.

We had a few problems here and there,
but nothing we really couldn't work out.

Bud Sykes, he made everything worse.

He kept up the pressure.

And he told me that he was going to take
Abby and Marsha away from me.

And I didn't believe him.

You see, I thought I could protect them.

One day they were gone.

Couldn't they have left of their own
accord?

I mean, let's be honest.

You weren't exactly the perfect husband.

But I was a good cop.

And I would have fell, though.

Maybe she's better at running away than
you thought.

Can't stay angry forever.

You just gotta let some things go.

My daughter was only eight.

Would you just let your wife and
daughter go? Is that what you would have

I wouldn't have lost them in the first
place.

Sloan, you're in the barrel next.

I should be out there looking for them
right now.

Well, this won't take long.

Really?

I've got nothing to say.

So then why are you here?

You tell me.

You resent your father being here in the
group?

No.

Well, then why were you so upset when
you first saw him here? I wasn't upset.

Just surprised.

Aren't you a little embarrassed that
your father has to see you here in the

group? Well, he shouldn't be.

He has nothing to be embarrassed about.

I'm very proud of him.

Even after he murdered a man in cold
blood?

He didn't murder anyone. The shooting
was justified.

You know your son so well.

You two have such a strong relationship
built on mutual trust that you have no

doubts.

None at all.

Steve and I never have held anything
back from each other.

How about it, Steve?

Want to say something?

Want to tell your dad about some of
the...

Stuff that you're holding back that he
doesn't know about.

Come on, Steve. I'm here for you.

Yeah, well, sometimes that's just not
enough.

You shouldn't have held back from your
father like that.

Family's important.

I don't know. I don't have one anymore.

Saying I should have told him and the
entire group what really happened in the

park? No, I'm just saying that you...
Listen, Reggie, when you figure out how

handle your own problems, then you can
tell me how to deal with mine, okay?

Yeah. Daddy?

Abby?

I've still got them.

Who is this? You know who this is.

You took my family, now I've taken
yours.

I've got your wife and kid.

Listen to me, Sykes. Abby doesn't even
remember you, and your wife wishes she

could forget.

Marcia says I'm a lot better in bed than
you ever were.

Sykes?

Sykes!

That was him on the phone.

He's got Marsha and Abby. I heard Abby's
voice.

On this phone? You see any others?

That's not possible.

Why not? There's no dial tone.

This phone's been dead for over a month.
Talk to him on this thing.

He did. I heard it ring.

I'm not imagining it.

What's going on here, Steve?

It's not that complicated. Somebody
tried to call Reggie.

On a dead phone?

You don't have to take my word for it.

Matter of fact, you don't have to be
here at all.

What have you come up with now? A
murdered butterfly?

A squashed ant?

We found a stain over here on the floor
and Amanda had it analyzed at the path

lab. Okay, so dazzle me.

Sugar -free grape jelly and organic
peanut butter.

Congratulations, you've just solved the
mystery about what the victim had for

lunch. You know, detective, you really
should take a look at my autopsy report.

There was not a smidgen of peanut butter
or jelly in the victim's stomach.

Marissa Seward was a top technician.

There's no way that she'd be eating in
the clean room anyway.

Plus, time of death shows that she was
killed almost as soon as she entered the

clean room.

Okay. But what does it prove?

Well, it proves that the killer is
somebody Marissa Seward knew well enough

let into this room. Only the door closes
automatically, and it was never

reopened from the inside.

If the killer followed Marissa in, he
would have been trapped inside with her.

I'm not saying he wasn't.

All right, come outside. We'll show you.

Amanda, you be Marissa, I'll be the
killer. Detective Archer, since they

have your thumbprint registered at
security, you open the door, we'll go

Once the door is closed, open it again,
go directly to the body, just like the

security guard did, okay?

Okay.

Dr. Bentley?

Travis?

Okay, I get it, Honshot. You were behind
the door when it opened. Just like the

security guard, you went straight to the
body and I slipped out the door before

it closed behind you.

There's no way the killer could have
gotten out before Carl opened the door

without leaving his thumbprint on the
security log.

And he couldn't have dragged the victim
over here to use her thumbprint because

of the security's pulse detector?

Would have detected she was dead. He had
to wait for a live person.

But what about the peanut butter and
jelly stain?

Well, he knew it was going to be a long
wait, so he brought along a little bite

to eat.

That's why the mosquito is so important.

Why did I know this was coming?

Marissa Seward's blood type was type A.

The blood I recovered from the mosquito
was type O.

The purifier here eliminates all the
dust and the flying insects.

So the mosquito entered with the killer
and Marissa. It then bit the killer and

then before being crushed, landed on
Marissa's clothing.

Detective Archer, we're not trying to
tell you how to do your job, but you

consider looking into Computex personnel
files for the employee blood types. It

might narrow down your suspect list.

It could still be Brad Carver. He had no
alibi the night of the murder.

His wife was out of town. He claims he
was home alone.

Like I said, you might want to look into
the personnel files for the employee

blood type.

Let me at least think.

I'm still in charge of this
investigation.

I just had no idea how much difficulty
she was having. You figured that your

was fixing toilets for a living.

Hey, Sinclair, educate the guy.

Trot out the suicide and divorce
statistics for cops.

That's not necessary, is it, Dr. Snow?
No, I know how hard Steve's job is.

But what I did know is that he didn't
feel like talking to me, Ron.

You're not the problem here, Dad.

Well, then what is the problem?

That shooting in the park, did something
happen?

A man died.

That's what happened.

Well, it was self -defense. I mean, you
had no choice.

It was self -defense.

It was self -defense.

Geez, I don't know. I was there.

You want to be in the hot seat, Aykroyd?

If not, this is Steve's turn.

What the hell are we all doing sitting
here?

God, if you want an audience, sell
tickets.

I'd rather be outside looking for my
wife and kid.

You know something, Doc? You're
pathetic.

You're so damn desperate to talk to
somebody.

Would you talk to me? You got some
advice for me? Go ahead.

No, no advice, Reggie. Just some truth.

If your wife is precise because she
wants to be, You watch your mouth or

shut it for you.

Okay.

Is that the way you talk to your wife
when she says something you didn't like?

You leave my wife out of it.

Well, I mean, your wife is the whole
point here, isn't she?

Where were you when Seitz was stalking
your family?

I was involved in a police
investigation.

All right. Well, you could have had time
off for that.

But you were on duty.

Now, how do you think your wife felt
about that?

A criminal stalking the family? You
think something else is more important?

You're not a cop.

You wouldn't understand.

Your marriage was already shaky long
before Sykes, wasn't it, Reggie?

You know, maybe he was just what your
wife needed.

Somebody, anybody else to give her a
little attention.

And what a perfect way to get back at
you.

You don't want to go there.

Your refusal to confront your
responsibilities by hiding behind that

Made you a bad father, a bad husband,
and ultimately a bad and worthless cop

ended up getting his partner and himself
locked in this place.

What the hell is the matter with you,
Reggie?

Why'd you take on my father like that?

Therapy.

Stay away from him.

I won't hurt him.

You're the one I'm worried about.

You were so in love with your dad
waiting to tell him what happened in the

that night.

Maybe you're afraid he won't love you
anymore.

It was right here.

It was right here. It talked to me.

What did?

The doll, Reggie's doll.

It's like the one in the picture right
here.

It was right here. It talked to me.

Reggie, there's no doll.

It's all in your head.

Sykes doesn't have your wife and
daughter. They left you, plain and

Accept it and get over it.

Phone call. We got the phone call. Now,
you heard the phone call.

Reggie, I backed you up because I'm your
partner.

I didn't hear anything, and neither did
you. It was all in your imagination.

You need to... You gotta help me get out
of here.

Please, you gotta help me find Sykes and
my family, please.

Please. Reggie, I don't even know if
Sykes has your family.

Listen to me.

I trust my instincts.

I trust yours.

Please.

What's wrong, Mark?

The sessions haven't been going as well
as I'd hoped.

Well, maybe he needs a little more time.

You see what I mean?

Which was that simple.

No kidding.

Ever since that night at the park, he's
just shut everybody out.

He sure has, and quite frankly, that
scares me.

Well, at least you don't have to worry
about the Computech case anymore. We

figured out who murdered Marissa Seward.

Really? The blood you found in that
mosquito has a different blood type than

victim's. And we also found a grape
jelly stain on the floor of the clean

Which helped us uncover how the killer
got in and out of it.

Uh -huh.

Now, Tannis Archer's really stepped up
to the plate. She searched through the

Computech personnel files for employees'
blood types.

Five of them had the same type that was
found in the mosquito. One of them was

Warren Decker.

Decker? Who's Decker? He was the second
guard to the scene.

Archer checked him out and discovered
that he has a brother who works for DVC

Insurance. That's the company whose hard
drive, as Marissa Seward, was working

to resurrect.

Sounds like you've got it pretty well
wrapped up.

Well, not quite. We still need a way to
prove that it was Decker. We thought

maybe you'd have an idea or two.

Ah, Jesse, I'm fresh out.

What do you mean?

I'd loan anything to do with police work
right now. You know, all I can think

about is Steve.

By just giving him a little more
attention.

But I was busy playing detective out
finding magnetized screwdrivers.

I've got to get back to Ward 2. See you
later.

He did it again.

Screwdrivers. A magnetized screwdriver.

Listen, Dad,

you got a minute? Sure. Talk.

Yeah.

His sessions, they got pretty rough,
huh? Yeah.

But you know, they might do so good if
we can just start talking.

I guess I said a few things that, you
know... Yeah, I guess...

I'm sorry about this, Dad.

Let's go. We gotta move. I'm really
sorry.

Hi.

How's it going?

Fine.

A perfect day, huh?

You're lucky your company has a patio
like this. Take your breaks out in the

open air.

Maybe get a little tan.

Do I know you?

Yeah, I'm Dr. Jesse Travis. You
remember?

I'm consulting with the police on
Marissa Seward's murder.

I hope you find the guy that killed her,
man. She was a good lady.

Peanut butter and grape jelly. That has
got to be my all -time favorite

sandwich. This is tuna.

Do you want half? Oh, no.

Thanks.

Is that a mosquito bite?

No, I hadn't noticed.

You want half of that, maybe?

I hate mosquitoes, but unfortunately,
they love me.

You know, if there's one within a
hundred miles from here, it finds me.

bites you, itches for days.

They don't bother me.

Did you know that police labs can
actually recover blood from a mosquito?

Yeah? Yeah.

Like your type O, right?

If a mosquito bit you, the police lab
would be able to get type O blood from

set. How do you know I'm type O?

Because I'm typo.

I mean, you can always recognize
somebody with the same blood type.

That's a little trick they teach in
medical school.

Is that right?

Well, that must have been pretty
horrible finding Marissa Seward dead.

Pretty ugly.

I never thought I'd be dealing with dead
bodies working at a computer company,

you know?

Well, it's a funny coincidence, though.

What? Well, that Marissa Seward was
working on the trashed hard drive from

Insurance.

I don't follow.

Well, your brother, he's a VP at DBC
Insurance.

I mean, he'd be in a lot of trouble if
Marissa recovered the information from

those drives.

My brother and I don't talk.

I'm a major disappointment to him.

I know what that's like.

My father and I were estranged for
years, but then I was able to do

for him.

Now we get along.

Maybe it's like that with you and your
brother.

Not a chance.

When I tell you, my father is a real
clever guy.

He would have figured out a way to wipe
those drives clean without even thinking

about it.

He probably would have used a magnet.

Although it would have to be a high
-powered one.

That would be pretty tough, smuggling it
into the clean room.

And you couldn't just walk around with a
big old magnet in a computer lab.

People would have a fit.

I guess so, yeah.

Although I guess you could smuggle it in
a lunch bucket.

Though it would have to be a plastic
one.

Because if it were a metal one, like
yours, it would become magnetized.

Like that.

Guess what?

You're still a disappointment to your
brother.

I'm beginning to see why Pete likes
working with you so much.

This is where Sykes lived before he got
arrested.

After he got out of prison, he came back
here and used it as a base.

Reggie, the investigation into Marsha
and Abby's disappearance must have

here.

I kind of doubt you would have
overlooked anything.

Well, you know what they say about good
police work, huh? You always start back

at the beginning.

Then where's Jack Sykes, partner?
Because I don't see him.

What's he hiding under here?

They're here. What?

Reggie.

Reggie! Did you hear that?

Strike's hiding your family in here,
Reggie. Has he got them in here?

Hear that? Did you hear that?

They're not here, Reggie.

Did you hear that? Hear that?

What did I listen to you for? I betrayed
my father for nothing.

Can't you hear that? I don't hear
anything. Wait.

Just listen.

I told you I'd come back, honey.

I told you I would.

They're safe.

Both of you are safe.

I did it, didn't I?

We always thought you did, Reggie.

But there was no evidence.

We had to set you up, Reggie.

Let's take out the shooting, your
sessions with Captain Newman all staged

your benefit.

We even had to fool our closest friends.

You're a cop.

Clean apart.

Even the man Steve pretended to shoot.

He made it hard for us, Reggie.

Pretty sharp guy.

Everything had to be realistic.

Clinic's phony.

Phone calls are all phony.

Well, the clinic exists.

But I was sectioned of Ward 2.

That was just for us.

The call we faked.

We had to find a way to make you
remember.

Get your subconscious to let go.

She realized you blocked it all out from
grief and...

Guilt. How did this happen?

I'm in bed together, Steve.

Marcia said she was going to leave me.

You did not know the sex with the other
man.

He laughed at me.

So I went for him.

Marcia got in the way.

So I pushed her. When I pushed her, she
fell and she hit her head on the

nightstand.

Sex pulled out a gun.

We fought for it.

He ran into the room, let my gun off,
and he killed her.

Killed my baby.

So I shot him, Stevie.

And I shot him, and I shot him, and I
shot him.

I wish it were different.

I know, partner.