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Did you fix the sink?

I told you I'd get to it.

- Your hair looks nice. - Thanks.

You cut it.

Yeah.

- I know. - Know what?

I had lunch with her.

You know, we had a couple drinks, really bonded.

- Hmm. - What are you gonna do?

What we always said we'd do if this ever happened.

No. No, no, no. Please, please. Please, don't! Don't!

Okay. Very nice.

Jennifer, play with him first. Enjoy it. Ryan, you don't believe she'd pull that trigger.

Let's try it again. No prop gun this time.

Ryan, come on, get up.

Okay, you're great at dying, but you gotta do it again.

Ryan? Ryan, come on.

- What's going on? - What?

Cauda equina means "horse tail." Cauda equina syndrome--

Gets its name because this junk hangs out of your spine like a horse tail.

Stop playing with this.

Okay, what the hell are you wearing?

Alfresco lunch-tray pants. They came today.

"Alfresco" means "dining in the open air."

- Look. - Something's going on.

Uh-huh. UPS boxes. There's your tell, Maura. What happened?

Okay, let's just get back to Casey.

Shrapnel from an IED transected his spinal cord.

It's embedded in there. Only a cowboy surgeon would attempt to remove it.

- It's Hope, isn't it? - Ah. How did you know?

Yes, she e-mailed me.

She wants your kidney for Cailin.

- I haven't responded. - You don't owe her anything, okay?

It is not your fault that she's your biological mother...

...just as much as it's not her fault that you're her biological daughter.

And that didn't sound right.

You should say, "I like both my kidneys."

- And, "Have a nice life." - Hey.

What are you doing out in the rain?

Oh. Couldn't get him to sleep, so took him for a walk.

Aw.

- Ew. You do that in the kitchen? - No, of course not.

Yes, she was just about to put the head in the garbage disposal.

- Wait, you're messing with me, aren't you? - No.

Yeah, Auntie Jane is a kidder.

What are you doing in the rain with my grandson?

- Babysitting. - When you're the father...

...they call it "parenting."

- He's fine. He likes the fresh air. - Oh, come here, sweetheart.

Your daddy loved to play out in the rain when he was a little boy. Yes.

- How's Lydia? - She's good.

Think she's gonna get a promotion at the Penny Saver.

Good.

- Oh, no! I wanted to go to bed early. - Was it a murder?

- Rizzoli. - Dr. Isles.

That's so cool. Man, she's so lucky.

Looks like an accident with a prop gun.

- Who pulled the trigger? - His costar.

Is that Roger Deluth? That's my councilman.

Yeah, his wife was directing a community-theater play here.

He got her the space. He's pals with the developer of the Storrow Center.

The potholes on my street are out of control.

Maybe I'll just mention it to him.

Or maybe we'll just go look at the body first.

I couldn't talk to the woman who pulled the trigger, Jennifer Johnson, 29.

EMTs are taking her to Boston General. Being treated for shock.

Yeah, I'd be in shock too if I fired a pretend gun and killed my costar.

- Who was in charge of the prop gun? - Victim.

He was the star, lighting designer, and prop master.

Well, it's community theater. They're all volunteers.

That's odd. Look at these entrance wounds.

- "Wounds" plural? That's bizarre. - Kind of looks like a cheese grater.

Ah. Maybe he forgot to clean the gun...

...or left cotton wadding in it. Hardly seems enough to kill him.

I need to dissect this heart to know what caused this injury.

- Check the other blanks? - About to. That's his prop cart.

His real job was maintaining this building and Storrow Center.

Had his truck towed to the evidence garage.

- Anybody else have access to the tool box? - I'll check.

Yeah, looks like a tragic accident, but I'd rather be sure.

I wish it was still raining. The sound is so peaceful.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Then why do I hear the sound of computer keys clicking?

- You're accessing DMV records? - Oh, he has a special license.

Didn't you just hear me? You shouldn't do this. This is an abuse of power.

Well, that's why I'm using your computer. I'm not abusing my power, you are.

Well, since I'm the one who's exposed, you're gonna go knock on his door...

...and talk him out of the ridiculous surgery that he's about to have.

I have left messages, I've e-mailed, and he doesn't respond.

So you know, maybe it's not meant to be.

- Well, that's odd. - What?

- What are those, BBs? - Larger, denser.

Possibly ball bearings.

Either way, Mr. Fix-it wouldn't load steel balls into his prop gun...

...unless he was committing suicide.

I'm not seeing any signs of tampering on any of these other blanks.

Me, either.

So he either killed himself, or someone filled a cartridge with ball bearings...

...and then loaded it into Ryan's prop gun.

Director of the play said he kept the gun in his tool box.

- Where'd he keep his tool box? - All over the place.

Storrow Center has three buildings. Anybody could have accessed it.

Irregularities of no specific form.

- What? - Seven are perfect spheres.

- But three have anomalies. - Okay, why is that significant?

The clearance between part and gauge is critical to function.

"Significant" means "worth mentioning."

If a ball bearing is out-of-round, it can cause binding or excessive wear.

- It's Frost. He has something. - Oh, hallelujah. Bye, Maura.

If they're not uniform, they won't reduce rotational friction...

...and support radial and axial loads.

Jennifer and Ryan weren't just costars in a play.

Oh, they were costars in real life.

Maybe that's why she was hospitalized for shock.

Or she needed to disappear in a hurry before we ask questions.

Ryan sent this text to her yesterday morning:

- "I'm on a mission to get over you." - What happened?

From what I read, it looks like she broke up with him and he didn't take it very well.

"No point in being alive without you."

You think he committed suicide by girlfriend?

Maybe. Or she killed him.

- What's the motive? He's a crybaby? - Or a real ass...

- ...if he let her think she killed him. - Yeah, we need to talk to her.

I didn't want to do the gun scene. I told him that.

- Were you angry with Ryan? - Yes!

What were you thinking...

- ...when you pulled the trigger? - I was in character...

...so I was thinking about how much Ryan pisses me off.

Did Ryan show you how to load a prop gun?

Yeah, but I couldn't do it with my fingers. I fell and broke two knuckles.

Jennifer, we think it's possible that Ryan was committing suicide...

- ...and he used you to do it. - No. No way.

Why--? Why would he kill himself?

No, it was an accident.

We were getting married.

He, uh-- He gave me this last night.

But I couldn't get it on my finger.

- Why did you break up with him, then? - He was always complaining about his job.

- The maintenance job at the Storrow Center? - Yeah.

He said that there was too much to do...

...and that he was barely breaking even with all the supplies and stuff.

I just got tired of listening to him complain. I mean, I told him to quit.

But he said he had to figure something out first.

Figure what out?

He never said.

It's nice that Lydia is breast-feeding him.

So much healthier.

- Plus it's obvious why he likes it so much. - What does that mean?

If I'm gonna feed it to him, I gotta try it, right?

Excuse me one minute.

- Hope, how are you? - I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time.

No, no. I was just taking a quick break to visit with my son and grandson.

It's nice to see you. I'm glad you two are seeing each other again.

- So, Maura told you? - Told me what?

Oh, uh....

Well, I have been e-mailing her...

- ...but she hasn't responded. - Have a seat.

Well, she didn't tell me much, but I know you didn't leave on good terms.

I, uh, was so shocked. And I didn't react well.

I've never in my life been as surprised as I was when a grown woman told me...

...that she is the baby that I thought died at birth.

- How's, uh--? How's Cailin doing? - She's doing very well.

I know this isn't my business...

...although, uh, Maura...

...Maura is my business.

- Did you come here to ask her to--? - Yes.

I came to see if she is still willing to donate one of her kidneys to Cailin.

Hey, Tommy, honey? Come here. Bring me T.J.

Oh, yeah.

He really is a beautiful baby.

You know, I would do anything for any one of my children...

...and for this baby.

So no one...

...no one can blame you for wanting to save Cailin.

- Can you scan for depression? - Are you depressed?

Only when you ask me that. No, I meant him.

I don't understand why he'd kill himself that way. Something's hinky here.

You should talk to him.

- He's dead, Maura. - I meant Casey.

- I'm scared. - Of what?

More rejection.

He's only rejecting you out of fear.

And if you don't try to talk him out of a surgery that could kill him, you'll regret it.

Well, now I'm really scared.

- What is this? - Here.

Why does he have concrete in his tool box?

I am so glad that you said "concrete" and not "cement."

Too many people think it's the same thing. Cement is a component of concrete.

No, but why is he saving it?

And why is he saving a broken fluorescent light bulb...

...a copper pipe, and a bent anchor bolt?

Well, maybe he needs to purchase more.

But it looked like he was hiding it.

"'Creep'? Epoxy. Recycled?" That's a strange list.

Huh.

So he xeroxed some plans.

He was in charge of maintenance for three buildings.

- Makes sense that he had building plans. - What do you think that means?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- It's your mother. - Oh, my God.

And my mother, my biological mother, Hope.

She's in the café. What is she doing here?

- She came to get your kidney? - Stop.

- Can you please go talk to her? - What?

Why do I have--? She's your relative.

Oh, no. She rejected me. She said that I wasn't her daughter.

But then she remembered she needed your kidney for her real daughter, Cailin.

I don't want to talk to her. But I can't keep ignoring her. It's rude.

So call her and tell her to make an appointment.

Good idea.

But....

No? All right.

Dr. Martin. Didn't you get my message?

- I'm very busy today. - Yes, I did.

But I would really like to talk to you.

- What do you want to talk about? - When we met...

...I said that I felt a strange kinship with you.

You also, uh, said that conceiving me was the biggest mistake of your life.

I'm sorry that I said that. Maura, I had no idea.

Paddy told me that our baby died. And I visited the grave.

You're really trying to tell me that you've never seen any of this?

Paddy Doyle's capture was international news.

I closed the door on that part of my life.

Well, at least your 18-year-old had the guts to confront me.

You just denied your life.

The Harvard girl who got seduced by the evil thug.

And then you ran. Heh.

I'm very sorry.

I had this....

This stupid little-girl fantasy...

...that when we met, you'd be...

...everything that you are.

But you'd want me.

You'd be very happy to know that I was alive.

- I reacted badly. - "Badly"?

You accused me of lying.

You told me that I wasn't your daughter.

I actually think that you asked me what I wanted from you.

- Yes, I did. - And now you're back. Heh.

Do you see Paddy Doyle when you look at me?

- Do you see evil? - No.

And I saw so much good in your father.

Paddy Doyle's not my father.

I loved him.

He was, still is...

...the most complicated, intelligent...

...damaged human being that I've ever met.

Why are you here?

Cailin.

Well...

...I know what I should do.

Give you my kidney to save your daughter.

But I'm your daughter too.

- I know that I have no right to ask you. - You don't.

I think you should go.

Hello, I'm looking for Lieutenant Colonel Casey Jones.

He's not? Do you have any idea when he'll be back?

Okay, thanks very much.

- Guess what we found. - What? No, I was gonna say that.

Found this in the victim's glove box.

That's weird.

- I found this in the victim's tool box. - We matched that chunk of concrete...

...with this nasty dent in the hood of Ryan's pickup truck.

Ryan filed an insurance claim three days ago.

"A chunk of concrete dropped from the ceiling of the garage at work...

- ...and caused this damage." - Frost, can you pull up articles...

- ...on construction of the Storrow Center? - Sure.

So we've got concrete that's fallen on Ryan's truck...

...concrete debris that he hid in his tool box...

...xeroxed plans for the Storrow Center. What's that say to you?

His girlfriend said he complained about maintenance work.

Which makes no sense. The Storrow Center's basically brand-new.

Tenants only started moving in eight months ago.

In other news, after three years of legal wrangling...

...developer Sam Nelson won approval to build the billion-dollar Storrow Center.

I'm finally seeing my dream realized.

Three towers with combined office, retail, and living space next to the Charles River.

The Storrow Center is my gift to Boston.

His "gift." Did he mention the billion dollars he's also pocketing?

Says here he already has four more contracts for city buildings...

...plus a mall and an office park.

Maybe Ryan was the mosquito buzzing around him...

...complaining about chunks of concrete, busted lights.

Maybe. Although....

Look at this Post-it I found.

My father complained all the time about creep.

- The ones you were dating? - Heh.

That's funny. No.

Ryan saved anchor bolts with dried epoxy.

He wrote "epoxy" on this Post-it.

Okay, creep can happen over time.

Concrete cracks, anchor bolts pull out, and pipes burst.

My father hated being blamed when the pipes burst from creep.

Maybe Ryan was finding problems with the Storrow Center.

- Sam would want that covered up. - Enough to kill an employee?

Maybe. Billions of dollars at stake for one maintenance guy?

- What? Where you going? - Storrow Center. It's not far.

We don't have enough to say hi to this guy. He has a stadium full of lawyers.

- Show our cards now, we'll never get him. - Relax. I'll just snoop around public areas.

- With your cell phone? - The camera in my cell phone.

Jane, can you give Tommy and the baby a ride home?

- Why can't you? - I'm filling out paperwork.

- I don't have anything to do. - I can drop them after I take the photos.

- Really? You're sure? - Yeah, no problem.

All right, thanks. Good, because Maura needs a shoulder to cry on.

- Why? What happened? - Girl stuff.

Oh.

- Maura, what are you doing? - Looking for the oblivion of sleep.

- What about him? - He doesn't mind.

Okay, I don't want you to get lip gloss on your nice pillow.

- I don't care. - I thought you told her...

- ...to make an appointment. - She just showed up.

- At least you got to keep your kidney. - No, it wasn't even about that.

I wasn't holding my kidney hostage.

This conversation just took a weird turn.

- I can't believe I just did that. - What?

I stopped being nice. I said what I thought.

I was really mad and hurt, and I just said it.

Maura, that's good. That's okay, all right? I'm proud of you.

I feel nauseous. What did I say? Why did I say it?

I don't even know what I said.

Okay, okay. Let's talk about something else.

Ooh! Ball bearings. You like to talk about ball bearings.

I'm almost certain they came from a computer hard drive.

And the lab is trying to track down the manufacturer.

Okay, good.

Speaking of balls, I strapped mine on and called Casey's office.

- You did? - Uh-huh.

He took a leave of absence yesterday.

Well, go talk to him now, like right now.

It's my lunch hour and I only have 43 minutes left.

- Enough time to say what needs to be said. - I don't know what needs to be said.

Say, "Enough with the magical thinking that could kill you or leave you a quadriplegic."

Oh, I don't know why I'm doing this.

Because you love him.

- There's nowhere to park. - You're a cop. You can park anywhere.

Yeah. Yeah, why not? I'll only be a minute.

Okay.

Ah. All right, T.J.

Jane, what are you doing here?

- Can I talk to you? - It's not a good time.

Well, there's not gonna be a better one.

It's not too pretty, is it?

I didn't mean to come here unannounced. I'm not here to embarrass you, okay?

I have tea, uh, water.

- Can't drink alcohol. - Oh.

Because of the surgery.

- Right, so you're going through with it? - Yeah, I am.

Uh...

...Maura seems to think that...

...your spinal injury is in a place that's hard to repair.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

And that whatever surgical procedure you're having is risky.

It is, very.

Well, how risky? Like, "you're gonna die" risky?

More likely I'll end up a full paraplegic.

- Oh, my God. - I told you it wasn't romantic.

Well, then why do it, okay? Why make things worse?

This catheter.

I was about to put it in when....

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm not saying it doesn't suck, okay? It does.

But it's reality.

And I can deal with reality just as long as you talk to me.

- Okay? - Reality? I can't feel, Jane.

I can't. Not just here.

I cannot feel anymore.

I can't make love to you.

I can deal with crutches and the leg braces...

...and I can even deal with the catheters.

I can't live without being able to feel you.

Give you children.

Are you hungry? You want some of this?

Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?

- Who said you could take pictures here? - Easy, Mr. Nelson. Boston Police.

Do you have a warrant? Otherwise, I want you off my property.

This part of the center is open to the public.

All right, I'm gonna call my attorney.

Damn. All right, when I get back, I want you gone!

- Oh, my God. - What the hell? T.J.!

Okay, I guess I should go.

- It's Fra--I'm so sorry. Frankie again. - Answer it.

It could be an emergency.

Yes, what?

Jane, there's been a huge collapse at the Storrow Center.

- You gotta get down here. - Calm down. What?

- Listen, that's where Tommy and Frost were. - Oh, my-- Okay.

- Just get down here! Get down here now! - I'll be right there.

What is it?

Uh, my brother and my baby nephew and my partner.

There's been a building collapse in the back bay...

- ...and they think they're trapped inside. - Let me come with you.

No, I can't wait for you.

Follow critical response protocol. Everybody understand?

Nothing we can do about the people trapped in the subterranean parking now.

We evacuate everybody else first.

Captain Green, Detective Rizzoli, my brother, his baby and my partner...

...are trapped in underground parking, level P3.

I'm sorry. That building is too unstable to even think about that right now.

No, but we have to go--

Three more with internal injuries.

- Okay, transport the head injuries first. - Maura! Maura!

- What is it? - They're inside the building.

- Frost and Tommy and T.J. - Oh, my God. Are you sure?

Jane! Jane. I couldn't find them.

We were pulling out bodies and people with broken bones.

We got to as many as we could before they ordered us out.

They're afraid that the entire building will collapse. It's built from recycled concrete.

- What? - The results came back...

...on the concrete samples that you found.

It's recycled ground-up concrete debris, not more durable concrete made from hard rock.

Ryan's list. "Recycled." He knew.

- What other shortcuts did this builder take? - They can't find him.

Sam Nelson was last seen leaving right before the collapse.

He's probably halfway to the Marshall Islands by now.

Don't say a word to Ma until we're sure they're there.

- Yeah. - Dr. Isles?

- We've got more coming. - Maura, go. Go.

- Come on. We're going in there. - They won't let anyone past them. I tried.

- Okay, so we try again. Come on. - Jane, Jane, wait. You can't.

You can't.

- I hope they're still alive in there. - I know. I know. I know.

Oh! T.J.! T.J.!

Daddy's right here! Daddy's right here! It's gonna be okay!

Unh. It's gonna be okay, T.J.

You hang in there, buddy, okay? Detective Frost!

I'm here. I'm here.

My head is killing me.

I can't get my arm out.

Help over here!

- Engineers are sending more equipment. - Tell them to get a move on.

I'll reach out to building collapse units in Connecticut and New York.

- Deluth, Green, we need to talk. - We're doing all we can.

It's bad concrete.

- What? - The builder used recycled concrete.

- It caused the collapse. - It wouldn't cause a catastrophic failure.

The engineers who built it think it was a combination of the heavy rains...

...and the additional stories added to Building 3.

Maybe vibrations from equipment and the additional pilings compromised Building 1?

- Yes. - We want to go in.

- Our brother and nephew are trapped inside. - I don't want a marble rolling in there.

Not a question of if that building is coming down. A question of when.

I promise you, if we can get enough equipment in there and shore it up...

- ...I'll go in there myself. - Captain Green!

Initial GCS of five. Point tenderness at the left parietal.

Internal bleeding. Needs to get to Beth Israel.

- I'm out of transport now. - Get a police car and get him out of here.

- Hey, you got a car? - Dr. Isles, what can I do?

FEMA put out a call to all off-duty nurses and doctors. I just came as soon as I heard.

Thank you.

Can you assess the patients over there? I think that woman has a fractured femur.

Hello, ma'am. I understand you're in pain.

Which leg is it, please? This one? All right.

That's all right. You'll be okay.

Nothing so far? Okay, just keep looking.

- I'm sorry. Frost is better at this. - You're doing fine.

Just get to the P3 camera at about maybe like 1:15 or so.

Okay, almost there. Jane, I got something.

- Doesn't mean they're alive. - It means they're in there.

- I can't risk other lives. - There's a 3-month-old baby in there.

- We can't just stand here! - Ah!

I'm letting you stay out of courtesy, but if you try to go into that garage...

...I will put you on the other side of that barricade.

Code one, evac. Move it!

- Come on, get the people out! - It's coming down on top of us!

- Don't give up. - I'm not, I'm not.

Okay, I don't know how to scan these plans.

- Can you see that? - Yeah, sort of.

All right, he circled a section on P3.

- Okay. - This looks like an arrow.

He's got a rectangle labeled "P3 floor" and then a circle with a question mark inside.

No, maybe there's something under P3.

P3 is the lowest level.

Jane, Jane, the lab was able to trace the ball bearings used to kill Ryan...

...back to 500 recalled computers.

- Okay. I'm talking to Korsak. - Listen to me.

Most of those computers were purchased for city employees...

...including all 13 city counselors.

Korsak, find out the name of the concrete company...

...that supplied the concrete to Sam Nelson.

Give me a sec. Give me a sec. Give me a sec.

Koneff Concrete. Looking for the owner.

Claire Koneff Deluth.

- The wife of the councilman? - Oh, God.

They put the concrete company in her name to avoid conflict of interest.

Thanks. Here you go, guys. We really appreciate everything you guys are doing.

You know, this is a hard thing--

- Was it worth it? - Sorry?

This, all so you could pocket a few hundred thousand more?

- I have no idea what you're talking about. - No? Okay, how about you?

You loaded that gun with ball bearings.

You watched Jennifer pull the trigger. How was it watching Ryan die?

- It was awful. - Oh, my God. Claire, don't.

Ryan came for help. You were married to a councilman.

He wasn't getting anywhere with the builder who didn't know you used recycled concrete.

- We had no idea that this could happen. - Stop. Stop talking, Claire! Stop talking.

We underbid the project. It wasn't all bad concrete.

Oh. Just some of it.

You're both under arrest for the murder of Ryan Granger.

Hope today's body count doesn't get over seven.

- You'll go down for those murders too. - We didn't know.

- Shut up, Claire! - Hands behind your back. Come on, move!

- Yeah? - I found something.

There's a tunnel under P3.

- What? What do you mean? - I checked old MBTA records.

There's an abandoned subway work tunnel.

Koneff was supposed to fill that tunnel with concrete...

- ...and reinforce it with concrete piers. - Thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah, they skipped that part to pocket an extra 500K.

Which means that tunnel's still there.

- You don't have to do this. - Now you tell me.

What are all these cans?

Old civil defense water cans. They used to store them here.

Little did they know, it wasn't a very effective atomic bomb shelter...

...because of the chimney effect.

Can we talk about this later?

- Please, go back. - No.

Tommy?

Yeah?

What does it mean when I feel like I gotta puke?

It means you have a head injury.

Hey, the baby's not making any noise, Barry.

He's okay. I know he's okay.

- You got a girlfriend? - No.

- Are you gay? - No.

I had a big crush on your sister for a long time.

On my sister? You mean Jane?

You got another sister?

- I liked Maura. - Dr. Isles?

- That's your type? - I like Lydia too.

You know what? If you could just put the two of them together...

...they'd be the perfect woman. I mean, right?

You know what I'm gonna do if we get out of here?

- Marry Lydia? - No.

I'm gonna sue the--

I don't think we can go any further.

Oh, God.

Ah. Let me check here.

Maura, I can't tell my mother that my brother's dead.

Jane, look. Look.

That's them. That's them!

- Come on. - They're almost there, Jane.

- That's it. We're through. - All right, get them up there.

Ready?

- Is anybody in here? - Stay clear of the opening.

Oh, my God.

Maura, he's not moving.

- That's a vigorous cry. He's okay. - Thank God.

Okay, we're through.

All right, get that baby out of here. Move.

Come on, Jane. Come on. Jane, come on!

Oh. Shh.

Baby, baby. Oh, come on. T.J., T.J. Oh, yeah, you're okay.

Anything?

There's Frost!

- Frost! - How you doing, ma'am?

Thank God. Hey, you all right?

- Yeah, busted arm. I think that's it. - It's good to see you, man.

- Boy, you sure know how to make an exit. - Where's Tommy?

Oh, my God! There's Tommy! Tommy!

Hey, man. How you doing?

I'm okay, except for my head.

- Is T.J. okay? - Yeah, yeah. He's right here.

He's right here, baby. He's fine.

- Oh, Tommy! - I'm okay, Mom.

Just make sure Lydia pumps for him.

Okay, we'll take good care of him. I love you, baby.

- Let's load him up! - Come on, take him! Take him!

I want to help Cailin.

She told me what she said to you.

She said, "I don't want any part of you living in me."

I'm so sorry.

We all say and do stupid things.

I'll have Boston General's transplant unit arrange everything.

I don't want Cailin to ever know.

- Maura. - No. Promise me.

I promise.

Can I--Would it be all right with you if...?

I will never be able to thank you.

How long you been here?

I didn't want to leave until I knew they were safe.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for what I said about not being able to wait for you.

- It just slipped out. - It's okay.

Go be with your family.

Well, what about you?

I'll be okay.

Or I won't.

It's my choice.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

It's just another day at the office, huh?

You okay?

Yeah.