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Hm.

Brett?

Hello?

Brett?

Honey?

Is that you?

Oh!

This morning is cursed.

First, my alarm doesn't go off.

Then my hair does this.

I like your hair.

Now, I cannot find my earrings.

Bedside table drawer.

Ah!

Is there any mystery
you can't solve?

Aah.

At least now you'll get
what you need

now that the budget's
gone through.

Well, this is happening.

What?

I asked Mayor Holman
to meet before work...

and she's just agreed.

Why not just talk
to her at the party?

This isn't a conversation
we can have at a party.

Confidential council business.

Oh, yeah.

Now who's being a sphinx?

Uh-huh.

Frustrating, isn't it?

Okay, bye!

- Bye!
- Bye.

Someone left
these for me.

Left?

At the library.

I don't know who, and I can't
be certain they're genuine,

but I wanted to show them
to you first.

Before...

Next steps.

Ooh!

Sounds sinister.

Printouts of emails
and text messages

between you and Natalie.

A road...

you want the town
to build to service land

held by Holman Developments.

These are copies?

I kept the originals.

You're using taxpayer dollars

to service your company's
new subdivision.

That will create
hundreds of jobs

and infuse millions of dollars
into the local economy.

Christie,
this is a breach of trust.

Wh-what do you want, Cassie?

Your new art center?

This isn't about what I want.

Quid pro quo.

Here we have quid.
I'm waiting for quo.

I have to release this.

To council and to the media.

Look, I'm sorry,
believe it or not.

You've done a lot of good
over the years.

My lawyers are on standby

and they're very good lawyers.

So, you better be sure.

I'll show myself out.

Cassandra.

Give me 24 hours
before you release these.

See you at the party tonight.

Uh, you and Karl.

Give your mother my best.

Good news.

The independent investigators
cleared you for active duty.

Staties just had to cross
their T's, dot their I's.

It was always a good shooting.

Thanks, Chief.

Laila.

I'm- I'm good, sir.

Really.

Nobody's good.

Not after something like this.

You sleeping?

Yes, sir. Uh, enough.

Four or five hours.

We pulled in Garvey
from night shift

till Sid's back at work, so...

If you need a break,
you tell me.

Understood, sir.
Thank you.

You mean a lot
to this team, Corporal.

You be kind to yourself, okay?

Uh, no, no, no!

Put that in
the dining room, please.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.

We'll say they're fakes.

Except they're not.

Some of these are
from me and from you.

I warned you both.

How the hell did she get these?

She said that someone
delivered them anonymously.

So, what are you going to do?

Well, she's gonna fight.

Obviously.

We will go ahead
with the gathering.

Of course.

Head high.

And we find out
who leaked these,

and we nuke their credibility.

This is unbelievable.

Okay.

Through there.

Wait, also, why are you going
to this again?

Party at Mayor Holman's house.

The council's gonna be there.

All the movers
and shakers of Gibsons.

Mmm.

And I promised Cassandra.

Not bad! Looking like
a real adult.

Yeah.

Okay, Dad, you're not wearing
those socks.

Yeah, I'm gonna
grab you a better pair.

Don't move.

So, uh, when are you
gonna ask Cassandra to move in?

You'd want that?

Why not?

I really like her
and she makes you happy.

Well, I thought about it.

Just go for it.

Nail your courage
to whatever it is.

Nail your courage?

This Scottish play,
we're taking in school.

It's a good line,
if I could remember it.

Ask Cassandra.

Holy crap.

Something wrong?

What's this?

Socks.

This.

It was in your sock drawer.

Your grandmother's.

Yeah, I thought I lost it,

but then I found it
ten years ago.

And I was saving it
for you or your sister.

But then...

But?

Really?

I'm waiting for
the right moment.

Thanks, kiddo.

Mm-hmm.

Probably take this.

Those socks are horrible.
They gotta go.

Well, they're gym socks.

It's screw your courage.

Screw my courage?

To the sticking place.

I'm way overdressed.

How was your day?

Ah, god, it was a day.

- Yeah?
- You got it?

Well, maybe drinking all
the mayor's the booze will help.

Let's just get this over with.

Thank you so much
for coming tonight.

Holly and I, uh, we were...

well, we were talking about
living arrangements and--

Right. College is right
around the corner, isn't it?

Oh, that's not for another year.

But I- I was just, uh...

Hey! Councilwoman.

State senate.

That's what this thing's about.

The big announcement.

Christie is gonna run
for state senate.

You know this
or you're guessing.

Would it surprise you?

Twenty bucks.

Karl.

- Good to see you.
- Doc.

Yeah, when you clean him up,
he's almost presentable.

We haven't actually met.

Lance Greenwood, Chief of Staff
at Gibsons Hospital.

Cassandra Lee.

Of course you are.

My wife, Claire.

And, uh...

I've got a bone to pick
with you, Chief.

Our patient intake rate
for violent crimes

is down 28 percent
since you took over.

Are you trying to put me
out of business?

Ha-ha.

Lance Greenwood.

You look amazing.

You too, Claire.

Oh, thank you
so much for coming.

Uh... hi.

Natalie Holman.

Cassandra used to babysit me.

She was painfully responsible.

Well, she still is.

Most of the time.

Oh, thanks a bunch.

Pleased with yourself?

That isn't a word I'd use.

Hmm.

Hi. Come on in.

Hello.

Come on in,
it's speech time.

Gosh, thank you all
so much for coming.

Uh, it is really wonderful
to see so many friendly faces.

Well...

I had planned to make
a major announcement tonight.

As most of you know,
the Holman family

has been active in
the civic life of Gibsons

for three generations.

Like my father and his father,

I have dedicated my career

both as a doctor, and...

believe it or not,
as a mayor...

to healing.

But I am a doctor,
first and foremost.

And I had planned,
which I think

one or two of you is aware,

I'm looking at you,
Lance Greenwood.

I had planned to announce

the Holman Family
Legacy project.

The fundraising drive
for a new critical care wing

at Gibsons Hospital.

Yes.

Thank you.

But I... I can also announce

that I will be spearheading
this project

as a private citizen.

I've decided to resign
as your mayor of Gibsons,

effective immediately.

I know, I know, I know.

It might come as a surprise.

After years of serving
my community,

it's time to devote myself
to family,

the charitable work of
the Holman Foundation,

and my nearest and dearest.

My beautiful daughter Natalie
and her husband,

Robert Scott,
and, uh, my son, Brett.

Okay. All right.

All right, hold the applause.

Um... before we break apart,

I'd like everyone to, um, order
yourself a couple big drinks

and write me a couple big checks
because the fundraising

begins tonight.

Bravo.

Bravo, Christie!

... stunned the gathering
by announcing her resignation,

just months after
her re-election.

You're listening to
Sunshine Coast Radio, KMFT.

Come on, you really
didn't know?

No.

That meeting you had
this morning.

Some things came to light,
and I'm dealing with it.

What things?

Okay. This is confidential.

All right?

Someone left me a package
of documents anonymously.

They have emails
and text messages.

They suggest malfeasance
on Christie's part.

Why send them to you?

I don't know,
as the councilor most likely

to screw her courage?

I had that meeting.

I confronted her,
Christie denied it,

and then she asked
for 24 hours

before I made it public.

Well, I'm gonna need
to see those documents.

No, you're not.

And you're not
gonna tell anyone about it.

You said malfeasance.

I also said confidential.

Good night, Karl.

Brett?

Honey, is that you?

Oh!

I took a look like you asked.

Concussion, but no
skull fracture.

CT scan is clear.
Blow to the side of the head.

Could it have resulted
from a fall?

No. Someone hit her.

She's lucky to still
be alive.

I'm Mayor Holman's daughter.

I'd like to see her.

You stay here.

Nobody comes in or out
except medical staff, okay?

I'd like to see her now.

You, uh, you've been updated
on your mom's condition?

Her quiet strength
should inspire us all.

Brett!

You're the one who found her?

Yes, and called it in.

I've already spoken to one
of your officers.

Walk me through it again.

I woke up early.

Her resignation was
all over the news.

She needed to release
a statement, so I drove over

to help her write it.

This would've been around 6:30.

She wasn't in the house.

I went outside and she was
just lying there.

Where were you, Brett?

In my room.
I live there.

I woke up when
I heard the ambulance.

When did you go to bed?

I went to my room
right after her speech.

I didn't come out
the rest of the night.

When did you leave the party?

Just before midnight.

Some of the caterers were
still there cleaning up.

Then Robert and I drove home.

I realize your mom has enemies,
most people in her position do.

But could you think of anyone
who would wish her harm?

Your girlfriend.

Hey, Corporal.
Jeez, it's bright out there.

Yeah, it's called daytime.

Well, six months of night shift,
now all of a sudden,

I emerge, blinking in
the sunlight like a mole.

Well, get used to it,
'cause Sarge is

in physio all afternoon,
and for the rest of the week,

he's in Tacoma testifying
at an old drug trial.

Holman's conscious.

Hospital is gonna call
as soon as she's ready to talk.

You asked about
the caterers. Harry?

Uh, yeah. Company's called
Provence Catering.

I'll need the names of everybody
who worked at the mayor's party,

times when they left.

You got it, boss.

Chief?

Cassandra's here.

This is for you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I can't believe this.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah. Here.

Not without gloves.

Uh, they are emails between
Holman and her daughter

discussing how to convince
council to build a road

to their benefit.

There's no name on the envelope.

Any idea who dropped it off?

No. Library cameras
didn't pick that up.

I'm gonna need to take
your fingerprints.

For elimination purposes.

Come on.

Wow.

Mayor Holman's accident
wasn't... was it,

an accident?

Of course, you can't
tell me anything.

Thumbs.

Karl, am I a suspect?

After I dropped you off,
you go out again?

My god, I am a suspect.

Other hand.

No, I stayed home.

Can anyone confirm that?

My neighbors have
a doorbell camera

aimed directly at my house.

Did you go straight home?

- And stayed there.
- Hm.

Holly can sign an affidavit.

- You're done.
- Oh.

Is Holman gonna be okay?

I think so.

Well, that's something.

Get outta here
before I arrest you.

Okay. Bye.

Fingerprinting my girlfriend,
that's a new one.

Well, on the plus side...

No, nothing.

There isn't one.

What have we got?

A large time window
for the assault,

between midnight and 6:30 AM.

Looks like caterers put
the empty wine bottles

in the garage as per
Holman's instructions.

Forensics will not be happy
about testing

80 some odd bottles for blood.

Documents?

Emails. Collusion to get
the town to pay for a new road.

Chief...

The hospital says the mayor's
okay to see you.

Come with me.

Let's get these
checked for prints.

Maybe we'll identify
the sender.

When you are a lawyer,
you'll be way too important.

But for now...

- No small job.
- Yeah.

I'll get 'em
to forensics for you.

Cassandra.

Cassandra Lee?

Warren.

Oh my god,
I don't believe this.

You look great!

God, just imagine,
bumping into you!

What the hell are
you doing here?

Okay, um...

Full disclosure...

I knew that you were
living here and doing so well.

It's a beautiful part
of the world.

I love it here already.

And... I want to apologize.

When you knew me
in Sacramento, I was...

I was, I was messed up.

And I did some things
that I regret.

And I'm hoping...

we could have lunch
or something and talk.

If not...

well, I'm not gonna blame you.

We now return you

to your regularly
scheduled life.

There was
no one home.

After all the guests had gone,

the caterers,

they packed up and they left.

And then I told my staff to
come back and finish cleaning.

The next morning.

And then...

I- I went on a walk.

I'm her doctor,
for God's sake!

I- I just heard, I was on
the damn golf course.

Do you really have
to do this now?

She has a concussion.

It's okay, Lance.

You can wait outside until
we're finished, Doctor.

Five minutes.

When you were out there,

did you see anything,
hear anything?

No, I don't remember.
I sat down.

Then I...

was walking and then I was here.

I really messed
everything up, didn't I,

for everybody?

Cassandra told you?

Your son was in the house?

He was in his room.

Oh, my head, my head.

We'll pick this up later.

Someone tried
to kill her?

Well, I mean, I never
really liked her... much,

but god, that poor woman.

Baseball bat.
That's what I'm hearing.

Okay, Bree,
people are trying to eat.

Life support.
Vegetative state.

Okay, you've heard
a lot more than I have.

- I've gotta go.
- Okay.

Hi, Todd.
Hard at work?

Cassandra.

I was early this morning.

Thirty minutes.

The Morte. Classic.

Uh, yeah. Lancelot, right?

One of the best knights
in the universe.

It's really nice...

your library.

Thanks.

Of course, it's nothing
like Sacramento.

Back in the day.

Warren, um...

They let me go.

After the incident.

You probably knew that.

Or guessed.

It's completely unfair.

But not a lot in life is fair.

Is it?

At least not in my life.

I actually need to work.

So do I.

I could really use a job.

Just a chance
to get back on my feet.

Rebuild my life after
what you did to me.

- What I did?
- After what happened.

Look, I know
I was partially to blame.

I just thought...

Old time's sake?

You could hire me to work here.

I don't think so, Warren.

I'm a good librarian.

I need you to leave now.

For god's sake, you hired him.

The bushman of Gibsons.

She needs you to leave now.

So much for friendship.

Warren, I can't help you.

Won't help me.

You're not gone yet.

Todd. Todd.
It is okay.

I knew him in Sacramento.

Uh... I've, uh,
I've never been.

Yeah, I loved it there.

He made you leave?

No, it's not like that.

Warren was a friend.

He wanted more.
I didn't.

Things got weird.

Um, and I came to Gibsons.

It's all good.

Thanks for coming in,
Brett.

Like I had a choice.

It's been a tough day
for you and your family.

You and your mom were alone
at the house last night.

Caterers left around 1:00 AM.

Unless one of them snuck back.

You think that's what happened?

You're the detective.

You didn't hear anything?

No.

Any idea who might've attacked
your mom?

Brett?

Perfect.

You think I did it.

I didn't say that.

I'm just asking you a question, son.

She's my mom!

And I'm not your damn son!

No.

I have no friggin' idea
who attacked her.

How do you feel about your mom

resigning as mayor?

About damn time.

At least now you're gonna
be able to see her more.

I guess.

Assuming I want to.

Or she does.

Look, can I just go?

I just wanna
go back to the hospital.

Isabella!

Can we arrange a ride for Brett?
He wants to go see his mom.

Yeah. Of course.

What a sweetheart.

You think
he's telling the truth?

What are we looking at?

Seems like a few possibilities.

A stranger attack,
neighbor, associate.

Or someone near and dear.

You think Holman knows more
than she's telling us?

So, the mayor's
still in the hospital?

She's doing better.

It's crazy what happened.

How is Brett?

I haven't seen him.

He got expelled.

- When?
- Two days ago.

Holman had to come
and collect him.

I mean, they're saying
it's 'cause he skipped

too much school,
but that's bogus.

I'm already late.

Emergency meeting.
Town council.

We have to vote in
a mayor pro tempore.

I will bring this one back.
I promise.

Add it to your collection.

You haven't talked
to her yet, have you?

No. I haven't found
the right moment.

You guys.

If Brett wasn't expelled for
skipping school, then why?

He threatened Mr. Kelly,
his biology teacher.

I mean, Brett's
a screwed-up guy.

I actually kind
of feel sorry for him.

Chief, we may have found
the weapon.

An empty wine bottle found in
the woods near Holman's house.

- Prints?
- Forensics says no.

Then it's just litter.

We may have something else, though.

The envelope used for
the Deep Throat package

was self-adhesive,
so no DNA.

With a single set of prints
on both the envelope

and the printouts.

Cassandra's?

But digital forensics was able
to identify printer make, model,

and serial number based on
a machine identification code

printed on the documents.

Please tell me the printer's
not registered to the library.

It's not registered anywhere.
But if we find the printer...

We find Deep Throat.

Okay, well, let's send someone
to the library,

check the printers just in case.

Printer patrol.
I will send the mole man.

Harry, uh, he's still
adjusting to the daylight.

Mayor Holman's son-in-law
is in Interviewing 1.

Okay.

Tell me about your involvement

with Holman Developments,
Mr. Scott.

My wife and I
are the company.

Christie's the mayor.
She stayed right out of it.

She didn't though, I mean,
not according to those emails.

Any idea who might've sent
that package?

No.

And I don't buy for a minute
that these emails are legit.

Your wife--

Is a woman of
complete integrity.

Unimpeachable.

Unlike ex-mayor Holman?

The woman's in
the hospital, Corporal.

Maybe cut her some slack.

What about Brett?

Are you aware he was
expelled from his school?

Christie wants to send him
to a military academy.

The thing is, it's not
even really Brett's fault.

The accident.

What accident?

The car accident.

When Brett was eight.

His father was killed.

Brett was in the vehicle.

He and David were very close.

I don't think he ever
forgave Christie.

For...?

For being the parent
who survived.

And finding out about
the affair hasn't helped.

Um...

Forget I said that.

What affair?

Christie and Lance Greenwood.

It was a pattern of behavior.

We tried to address it quietly.

It's a good family,
Chief Alberg.

Upstanding.

Christie delivered
both my children.

Tell me more about this pattern
of behavior.

Bullying. It escalated.

Anger issues.

Poor impulse control.

Violent ideation.

How long has this been going on?

It started with threats.

Drawings.

Then an altercation
with a member of the faculty.

His biology teacher.

These drawings,

if you have any,
I'd like to see them.

He was drawing this in class.

His violent ideation had to do
with his mother.

Among others.

One of the emails
from Holman to her daughter.

- Can I hold on to this?
- Of course.

Garvey, what have
you got for me?

I'm at the Holman place
now, Chief.

No sign of Brett,
but his printer is a match.

Make, model, serial number.

Let's find him.

It gets better.

Statement from one
of the caterers.

They overheard a shouting match
after the gathering broke up.

Brett and his mom?

No. Christie Holman
and Claire Greenwood.

Lance Greenwood's wife.

Any idea where
your son is, Doctor Holman?

He's not at home?

Is he missing?

When did you last speak to him?

He hasn't been here
since yesterday.

Maybe he's at a friend's house.

Except he doesn't really have
any friends.

Principal Napier
show this to you?

Uh...

Listen, Brett
and I have our challenges,

but he is my son.

Brett gave these to Cassandra?

Do you think Brett did it?

Your son wanted to destroy
your political career.

He achieved his goal
when you stepped down.

But your life was not
what he was after.

Just...

Just... me being mayor.

What are you keeping
from me, Doctor Holman?

I have told you.

I have absolutely no idea
who might have hit me.

You had a confrontation
with Claire Greenwood.

Laila.

Oh, sorry.
Did I startle you?

No, no, no, no.
I, uh...

got you...

a travel mug.

- Yay.
- Yeah, thanks.

I'm- I'm glad that
I caught you, actually,

'cause I was just gonna...

I was just gonna drop this off
at the precinct.

It's...

it's just some stuff
you left at my place.

Thanks.

So...

So, this is the kiss off then?

Your text said that
you had good news?

Yeah. State patrol
cleared me, so I...

as expected, am back
to full duty.

That's great.

- I guess.
- Yup.

I mean, I never had any doubts.
It was always a good shooting.

A woman is dead.

Lai, how is that good?

Look, I'm still your friend.

I'm worried about you.

You have to carry that
for the rest of your life.

You think I hadn't
considered that?

I'm just saying, it--

No. Thank you.

Thank you for your opinions.

Have a terrific life.

What's this about?

I'm assuming you heard
Doctor Holman

was attacked two nights ago?

I had nothing to do with it.

You were seen confronting
the mayor after the gathering.

Nonsense.

We have a witness, ma'am.

Christie and I had words.

Can you blame me?

All these years, I thought
she was my friend.

And then I find out
that she and my husband...

Are having an affair.

I found out the day
of the party.

Yes, I confronted her,
and she swore it had

happened years ago, as if
that makes any difference.

But I never attacked
her physically.

What aren't you telling me,
Mrs. Greenwood?

I drove back to her house
later that night.

I shouldn't have.
It was stupid.

I had been drinking.

What happened?

Nothing, uh... someone
got there first.

Natalie.

- Natalie Holman?
- Yes.

I didn't see her.
Just her car.

What time was this?

Around 3:30.

And then I just turned around
and I drove home.

But Natalie said she left
at midnight, came back at 6:30.

Then I would say Natalie
has some explaining to do.

Unless somebody else
was driving her car.

You okay?

Sir?

Something happened.

No, no. Just, uh...

too much caffeine.

I'm good, I promise.

Not a good time.

Guess what?

You are sleeping with your bos.

Say what now?

Yeah, town council just elected
their new mayor pro tempore.

Don't tell me.

Yeah. Last thing I expected
or wanted but looks like.

Congratulations,
Madam Mayor.

Am I gonna see you tonight
or are you much too important

for me now?

Yes, I'll bring
my gavel.

Okay, bye.

Harry's combing through
security cam footage

from the night of
Holman's gathering.

Just got this from
the neighbors.

They've been away.

Rewind.

3:49 AM.

Not long after, Claire saw
Natalie Holman's car.

Stop.

Does that look to you like...

Robert Scott.

Let's bring him in.

You and Natalie ran
Holman Developments,

and you handled the books.

I'm an accountant.
Of course I handled the books.

You were skimming,
weren't you?

Oh, you can't just quit.

Okay? You have to fight.

If you leave
the mayor's office,

then we have no cover.

We are ruined.
I'm ruined!

What?

Auditors are combing
through right now.

This is outrageous.

You needed Holman
to channel public funds.

You also needed her
to stay away from the company.

Because if she
opened those books...

If you had any idea what
I've done for that family.

You left the party in a panic.

Didn't you?

And you came back in a rage.

Honey, is that you?

Oh!

What are you talking about?

This you, Mr. Scott?

Why?

That's from a security cam
next door to Holman's.

Around the time that
she was attacked.

A witness places
your wife's car

at the scene
around the same time.

Then maybe you should speak
to my wife.

You have a set of
your wife's keys?

You ever borrow your wife's car?

You actually think
I attacked Christie?

Why the hell would
I do that, huh?

Well, you'd have killed her,

except something startled you.

Claire Greenwood's car.

You actually think
I'd kill her?

Oh, you tried your best.

Luckily, your best
doesn't add up to much.

You embezzled.

And once Holman found out
what you were doing...

That family owes me!

I kept the company afloat.

I poured my heart,
my life's blood,

and that smug,
insufferable woman,

ruining me and then
wagging her finger.

She's ruined me!

Garvey...

bring Mr. Scott into booking.

Yes, sir.
With pleasure.

No...

Mom.

Well, hello, sweetheart.

I got it.

Thanks, Em. My son will
drive me home.

You're supposed to be
Wonder Woman.

Aww.

I'll mend.

Christie.

They won't let me walk, but just
you wait till I get outside.

Look, I, uh,
just wanted to say.

You're glad that I survived.

All things considered,
so am I.

Mayor pro tem.

Well, they could've done worse.
Good luck.

You too.

Um... Christie.

You've touched a lot
of people's lives.

Yes, I have.

Bye.

I like your house.

We could start again.

We loved each other.

I tried to be your friend.

You made that impossible.

I almost died because of you.

You swallowed half
a bottle of pills.

If you won't love me,
then I will kill myself.

And then you told people,
my friends,

that I had led you on.

- It was the truth.
- The hell it was!

They believed me.

Yes.

Some of them did.

And it was awful.

I don't have a job.

I'm broke.

If you could at least
just loan me some money.

$5,000.

Oh my-- you are joking!

Ten!

That would help.

That's the least you could do.

Go away.

Todd.

She's not gonna tell you again.

Okay, Todd, don't.

I tried to be kind.

It didn't work.
I tried to be your friend.

That didn't work.

Get away from me, Warren,
and stay away.

Do not come back here!

Go!

He was following you,
so I followed him.

If he comes back,
I'm around.

Thank you, Todd.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah, 9:00 AM.

Knock, knock.

Uh, in here.

You okay?

Of course.
Why wouldn't I be?

Todd called the station.

Apparently, I'm
on Cassandra's watch.

I got the night shift.

I don't need to be watched.

No, no you don't, but...

you do need to be careful.

Someone like Warren Carscadden
can be...

dangerously unpredictable.

You know about him?

Yeah.

A few months ago,
you told me that something

made you leave Sacramento, so...

You investigated me.

No, I just...

I looked into it a little.

I just wanted to see
if you needed my help.

So, I called Sacramento PD,
I asked a few questions and...

I was just looking
after your safety.

I lost friends.

I lost a job that I loved,
and I didn't do anything wrong.

And not for a second
did I ever think you did.

It was humiliating.
It was awful.

And Karl, if I'd wanted you
to know about it,

I would have told you.

Yeah. And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Laila.

I thought we were done.

Don't worry.

I'm unarmed.

For god's sake.

Lai, come on.

Just give me your keys, okay?

Why?

A bartender is my friend, she...

she called.

God, look at you, you're...

You're wasted.

Isn't that supposed
to be my job?

Lai, come on, just give me
your keys. Okay?

You drive.

Um, I should probably just
call you a rideshare.

Right?

Laila. Come on.

For your trouble.

My three-year chip.

Flush it somewhere.