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[cheering]

[grunting]

There we go! There we go!

That right cross didn't even phase him.

But Colin needs to keep his left up.

O'Reilly keeps ringing his bell like that, he's toast.

Hey, hit him!

He was a bull in the marines.

You knocked him down, he'd get up twice as fast.

Trust me. Come on, Colin!

[bell rings]Okay, okay.

So what do you think of my boy in gold?

People go at it like this,

I usually arrest them.

These guys are gonna look like hell in the morning.

Kind of metrosexual, Woody. That's so sweet.

Danny's real charmer.

Flies you across the country

for some romantic blood and carnage.

Just a bonus. Oh, you.

[Danny laughs]

I can't wait to take you to Martha's Vineyard.

Egyptian linens.

Feather beds. Ocean views.

You guys ever go there?

Oh, us? No.

No, no, no, no. They're just friends.

We were friends once.

Trust me, this is so much better.

Mmm.

[bell rings]

Gloves up! Gloves up!

Ooh!

You gotta slip that, Colin!

This guy hasn't got a prayer.

There we go! There we go!

Look at that!

Break him up! Ow!

Yes!

[Ref] 1...2...

3...4...

5...6...

7...8...9...

You're out!

Yeah!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Winner by knockout...

and new NABC Regional Middleweight Champion,

Colin Walsh!

6:00 a.m. call after a night like that.

That teach you to try and out drink a guy

who works in a casino.

He started it.

And you're not the least bit competitive?

That's right, take his side.

I saw the way the two of you were whispering.

We were shouting over the noise.

Jealous much?

Of what?

It's not like you and Danny ever had something.

It's history.

I just don't like seeing you flirt

with some pretty boy.

I'll keep that in mind.

So what do we got?

Male Caucasian.

Sanitation department called it in at 5:00.

Tough to tell from the angle,

but it looks like he took one hell of a beating.

Come days I hate my job.

So what do you think?

Beaten to death.

Am I right?

Yeah, and we watched the whole thing.

It's Colin. The champ.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

Okay, thanks. Keep me posted.

North American Regional Champ gets beaten to death,

thrown in a dumpster,

and no one around hears anything.

Makes his death worse somehow.

Getting murdered right when he touched a dream.

Some dream.

Purse was under eight grand.

These guys are just scratching it out.

Not anymore.

Colin's wife just called.

Danny.

I'm sorry.

How was he killed?

No gunshot

or stab wounds.

We're thinking he was beaten to death.

Oh, my God.

Time of death was a couple hours after the match.

With all the hits he got from O'Reilly,

it's impossible to tell right now

whether the blows came during the match

or after from the killer.

[Nigel] We're getting video

from the sports arena.

See if we can figure it out.

Okay.

All right, what about motive?

No sign of theft.

Maybe Colin was supposed to take a dive and didn't.

Find whoever did this.

Danny, I get that he was your friend.

[Nigel] I've got something!

[Danny] Prints?

No, sweat.

Like the killer wiped his brow

and then pushed him there when he heaved him

into the dumpster.

Skin cells in the sweat will give us DNA.

I'm gonna run this against CODIS.

Are you letting me in or am I working alone here?

First I need to know everything about this fight.

Can you tell me about Colin's trainer?

Mickey Rowan grew up in Southie.

Took two fighters to national titles

in the '70s and '80s.

Been working with Colin

for about five years.

Long as we're clear,

cop, non-cop.

Yeah, you say that every time I'm here.

Think of something new.

Yeah, just as soon as you get a badge

that doesn't have a little picture

of a martini glass and a pair of dice.

Until then, I ask the questions.

Fine.

I'll call Belinda, let her know

that our vacation's gonna start late.

Uh, his wife is here.

Danny. [crying]

We're gonna find who did this.

Found in a '79 Civic.

Dredged from the Charles by the flood prevention people.

Been down there a while.

Yeah, CSU's looking at the car.

But I'm gonna work her up.

Figure out if it was an accident or murder.

Any luck on the ID?

Mary.

And the license number is still readable.

And I'm guessing that her second name is Blades

or Blanes.

I'm running it through RMV.

Hey, guys.

Hey!

Welcome back!

Look at you.Yeah, look at me.

I was fine until last week and then...

pop goes the weasel.

Yeah, I'll say. You're glowing.

Ugh.

Sure you're over the morning sickness?

After a month away, I hope so.

You, uh... You really look...

You look great, Lily.

What?

Nothing.

It's just that Ivers is still lurking

trying to find anything that violates the rules

around here.

And interpersonal relationships are...

highly discouraged.

Are you quoting the civil service manual?

I mean, it's not even my baby.

We're not even dating. I mean...

I'm just saying be discreet.

It's great to have you back, Lily.

You know, it really is...

great to have you back.

I mean, he had done it, you know?

Everything that we worked for.

We were gonna celebrate.

I cut his gloves off, I checked his hands,

I left him to himself to wash himself up.

We were supposed to all meet down at Callahan's.

But he never showed.

I figured he found a better party.

Was Colin involved with anything

that may have led to his death?

Hey, hey. Cop, non-cop.

Mr. Rowan...

was Colin involved in anything that might have

led to his death?

No.

Any pressure from anybody to throw the fight?

Danny.

Was Colin under any kind of pressure

to alter the outcome of the fight?

No.

What about promoters?

What he said.

Look, Colin was the pride of Southie.

He was clean.

All of my fighters are clean.

He didn't deserve this.

Oh!

What is that, fish?

Full trout.

Heads and all.

Keeps me young. Want some?

Thanks, we'll pass.

No, well, you know why we're here, Mick.

Who would want Colin dead?

You two see that fight last night?

Yeah.

Then you're missing the obvious.

Tommy O'Reilly?

That son of a bitch has a mean streak

from here to the harbor.

Hated Colin's guts

all the way back to the Golden Gloves.

A grudge match is one thing...

At the pre-fight...

he said he'd kill Colin.

Wasn't just hype.

Lost his title.

Lost his pride.

Got his payback.

CSU has the car from the river.

This is all we can salvage from her personal effects.

So what do we know about her?

She was found in the Charles.

Oh, and she had the soundtrack for Flashdance

in her cassette player.

So I guess I could put the time of death

at sometime in the '80s.

What, no address?

No, bigger problem.

Her license is fake.

This woman doesn't exist.

We found this Polaroid with our Jane Doe's

personal effects.

If we can pull an image off of it,

we might get a better idea of who she was.

Find something to help track her.

She had children.

Lily?

Lily?

You okay?

We've got to find them.

Well, I found a latent print

on the plastic bag that was in her car.

If I can lift it, I'll run it through AFIS.

Hi, Lily.

I owe you an apology for not calling you back.

Jeffery, I...

I know, it's a lot of unreturned phone calls.

But, well, the guilt finally got the better of me.

Hi, Bug. Jeff.

So, I was thinking maybe we could, um...

talk.

[sighs]

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Uh... Is that, uh...

Yours.

You never told him?

He wouldn't talk to me.

I called.

I tried to schedule appointments.

Um, I'm sure you two have a lot to discuss.

For this, you could have found me.

So what now, we go to Tommy's?

Not we, me.

If Tommy killed Colin, it might have been for pride.

But it could have been for something else.

What if they had an arrangement?

What if Colin was supposed to lose?

So we press him.

I need you to call your pals in Vegas.

You want me to get someone to bust a kneecap?

Maybe some concrete sneakers?

I know a guy who--Not those guys.

Who's gonna know if there was any dirt on this fight?

What about the sports book?

They would know if there was anything funny going on

with the odds, the betting patterns.

Yeah, I'm already on it.

Check the Montecito, any other contacts you have

at other casinos.

Find me some dirt.

Okay.[phone ringing]

You're not just trying to keep me busy, are you?

Out of the way?

You wanna help? This is help.

Okay.[phone ringing]

Jordan, please tell me you got something.

Great.

DNA on the sweat print is male.

Goes right to the lead we just got.

How soon can you meet me at Tommy O'Reilly's?

Trust me, he's got motive and means.

What about opportunity?

You get the DNA,

we match it, we're done.

The question is is he willing to give it?

[ceramic breaking]

Police! Open up!

Old Southie trick.

Police!

So much for the grieving widow.

Sandy!

Come on!

Let me tell you how this looks, Tommy.

You are hanging on to a mid-tier title,

hoping to get a shot at one of the majors,

when your old rival shows up and cleans your clock.

I was ahead on the cards.

He knocked you out! Your title run is over.

You were embarrassed.

[Jordan] You threatened to kill him

before the fight and you're sleeping with his wife.

That threat was hype.

You think a jury's gonna buy that?

Given this situation?

Yeah, maybe Sandy put you up to it.

I went from the fight to the hospital.

I was there all night.

The hospital's seven blocks from the crime scene.

We checked.

I know what you must think of me.

What this must--

Look like?

Like your cheering for Colin was a front

and you performance at the morgue

deserves an award.

Colin's dead, and I didn't...

I didn't know what to do.

You three were friends?

Yeah.

We grew up together.

Three Southie nobodies.

But these two had dreams of being the next Rocky.

They were like brothers.

Cain and Abel. We know how that ended.

You ask me, this whole setup looks like motive.

No, it's not.

Didn't you ever need to be in somebody's arms so bad

to make what you were feeling go away?

I loved my husband.

Okay, so if this is all so innocent,

submit to a DNA test.

If you didn't do it, it'll clear you.

Whatever test you need me to take.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Look, I'm sorry.

Over a month you've been saying

you're working things out.

So I assumed that actual things were getting worked out!

Jeffery wouldn't take my calls.

What could I do?

Am I interrupting something?

No.

No, not at all.

You know, you could have written him a note.

You could have even dropped by his office.

I was afraid, okay?

I didn't know what to do.

I've got this situation.

I didn't know how to deal with it.

Move forward?

I mean, do you even want that,

us moving forward...

Hiya.

Sorry about that.

No, Bug, what I want is for us to move on

to a different topic.

You know, that make emperor moth

can smell a female seven miles away?

Something's telling me this guy's

not smelling much anymore.

Nigel Townsend.

And you must be, mmm, Delinda?

You're either psychic or Danny told you I was coming.

Yeah. Indeed.

Plus there's rumor that you look like

a supermodel.

Which you do.

Oh!

Well, I'm alive, so I probably look better

than most of the women you get to see.

Is Danny here?

Haven't seen him. For hours.

Sorry to say.

Is that an ionic spectrometer?

You know about ionic spectrometry?

Just a little beach reading.

I really like Nolting's "Methods in Modern Biophysics."

And everything published in "Microstuctured Ion Mobility."

God, those guys rock.

So, um, is there more where that came from?

Yeah.

Was I unclear when I discussed the issue of

discretion in office relationships?

And I don't need to be worried about that little display

in the break room.

The one that continued through reception

into the conference room.

No.

Here I've been Mr. Sensitive.

Giving her the space she needs,

letting her make up her mind, sort things out.

And all this time she's been sitting at home

avoiding the issue and eating everything in sight.

Bug...

Mary is really Susan Osguld.

Born 1957, married '79.

I'll tell Lily she can find next of kin.

My case. I'll find them myself.

No.

You'll find a way to work together on this.

I can't believe Tommy gave us the sample.

Question is, does he think he cleaned up

or is he really innocent?

Killer or not, neither one is innocent.

Hell of a way to mourn your dead husband.

Hey, Nige, I need you to run some DNA.

Delinda?

If you're looking for Danny, he's doing a special detail

for me.

What are you doing here?

Helping Dr. Townsend find cause of death.

Doctor?

Are you letting her handle evidence?

Uh, well, uh, Delinda has a keen interest in

ion spectrometry.

And so we are determining which blows came from

boxing gloves and which could have been made

from the killer.

Ion drift across an electric field

sorts out the mobility of differently ionized molecules.

She's a genius.

So I fed all the data into the computer,

including autopsy results and video from the fight.

And the computer can distinguish

each specific punch.

Determining whether the blow came from a boxing glove,

which is blue.

Or a bare fist,

which is red.

That's a lot of blows.

Yeah, but it's all wrong.

All the injuries are accounted for in blue.

So the bruising is from the fight.

He wasn't beaten afterwards.

Still, he was murdered.

I mean, someone put him in that dumpster.

Do you have a snack machine?

Yeah.

Something killed him.

Why is his head five shades darker

than the rest of him?

Well, 'cause that's where he sustained the most hits.

Epidural hematoma.

Major contusion.

[Jordan] No, there wasn't any lethal trauma anywhere.

The brain feels hydrocephalic.

Typical for a fighter.

But nothing that indicates cause of death.

I could really use a candy bar.

Maybe some chips.

This seriously makes you hungry?

There's a break room

just down the hall on your right.

Knock yourself out.

Great, thanks.

Hey, you. Hi.

Uh, so you want the good news or the bad news?

Both. Bad first.

Tommy's DNA doesn't match.

He's not the killer.

And the good news?

Cause of death. He was poisoned.

Tox from Colin's stomach

showed fentanyl.

Colin ingested at least ten milligrams.

Morphine times 100.

Would kill him quickly and painlessly.

Hope there's some peanut butter cups.

So what did he eat?

Hmm?

I'm guessing some kind of fish soup.

Oh...

You know what? It's trout, to be exact.

And it's not soup.

It's Mickey's drink.

Come on, time to throw a couple jabs of our own.

Yes, that's us.

It's me, my sister,

and the woman who gave birth to us.

Mr. Osguld, I know that this must be difficult,

but is there a funeral home that you prefer?

I'd prefer to not have anything to do with her.

You don't want to claim the body?

I don't want her, 'cause she didn't want me.

Or my sis.

She just waltzed out of our lives.

She knew she was leaving us with a monster of a father.

And she didn't even look back.

You must have been very young

when she disappeared.

Yeah, six.

You don't think I could have known what she did?

This is it.

Two years after she leaves,

and this is all we get right here.

"Dear kids..."

She probably forgot our names.

"I'm very happy with Joe.

We're living in Oklahoma now on a farm."

Blah blah blah.

You kept this for 20 years.

Whatever she did must have--

She's why my sis killed herself.

And she's the reason why my life is the way it is.

Look, you asked me to come in.

I came in, now I'm done.

So you can bury her, burn her...

Put her back in the river.

I don't give a damn what you do with that bitch.

Yo! Have you seen Mickey?

Yo! Excuse me!

Have you guys seen Mickey?

So if Tommy had money pressures...

Hey! Woody!

Whoa, whoa, what do you think you're doing?

Jordan, hey!

I think that I got something.

I've been asking around.

It turns out there's a rumor about Tommy...

Sandy, we know.

Which part of cop, non-cop

was not clear to you?

I checked the sports books,

there were no strange betting patterns.

The fight was clean, so I came back.

While you boys sort this out,

one of us is gonna go find Mickey.

Okay.

There is a way you conduct an official investigation

and a way you don't.

I was just talking...

And if I told you that we came here

to talk to a suspect who could have

seen you asking questions, then poof, took off.

Mickey?

See, if you would have kept me in the loop,

this wouldn't have happened.

Danny, I'm sorry about Colin. I am.

But for his sake, I can't risk anyone

saying that this case was not handled properly.

Or you can't risk me

making you look bad?

Maybe it's that.

How about we fight for it?

What are you, eight?

It's a simple wager. You win, I go home.

I win, I stay on the case all the way.

This is an official police investigation.

You chicken? Come on.

You calling me names?

[clucking]

Let me tell you something.

I put these gloves on, you go down.

Really?

Oh, then I guess you got nothing to worry about.

So, come on.

Come on.

Call it, Jordan. Ding ding.

Come on.

Guys, what are you doing?

Bring it. Ready?

Better bring the ambulance, Butterbean.

Call it, Jordan.

You better bring it. You ready?

Better bring the ambulance, Butterbean.

Oh!

Guys?

Hey, guys!

I think we found Mickey.

Woody's got crime techs all over the gym.

He's canvassing the block. We'll find something.

Without my help, I get it.

Danny, I know you're upset.

Colin and Mickey are both dead.

Of course I'm upset.

We will find the person who did this.

You came out here to get away from it all.

We'll make this right.

Adenine, cytosine, thymine. The readout's so clear.

Danny.

Hey.

Oh, God, Mickey. I heard.

How you holding up?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry I left you here all day.

What do say we get out of here?

Are you sure? Yeah.

It's a little late to get to the Vineyard.

You guys have done all you can here.

Go.

Okay, well, how about we head back to the hotel?

Maybe get some room service?

Yeah.

Thanks, Nige.

Had a blast.

The feeling's mutual.

Take care.

You'll, uh, keep me posted?

Will do. Okay.

Thanks, Jordan.

She was the most perfect woman

I ever met.

You're searching for fake IDs?

Following a hunch.

All injuries were consistent with

her car going off the bridge.

The CSU found no tampering with her Civic.

This was an accident.

And her son doesn't want her,

so case closed?

If she ran off to some farm in Oklahoma,

then why was her body found in Boston?

She came back to see them.

Why the fake ID?

There's gotta be an explanation.

Maybe not everything has a happy ending.

If you wanna talk about the case,

let's talk about the case.

If you wanna talk about me and you, us...

then let's talk.

'Cause I am sick of not talking.

Not talking to Jeffery, not talking to you.

Yeah, well, whose fault is that?

With Jeffery, it's mine.

And with you...

You walk on eggshells, Bug.

What's that supposed to mean?

I walked out on my wedding.

I came to you.

I made it very clear what I wanted.

And then this happened.

And everything changed. I know it did.

You've been giving me time and space

to figure out what I want now.

What about you? Huh?

What do you want now?

Have you even thought about it?

'Cause you sure haven't stepped up to say so.

That gym was a cesspool.

Mickey's covered in crap on crap.

I'm betting we find DNA, prints,

and blood spatter from every boxer

who ever stepped foot in there.

No prints on the murder weapon.

It's been wiped clean.

And the only trace I've got is cotton adhesive

and zinc oxide.

You know, boxer's tape used for sealing of the gloves.

Anyone in the gym could have had access to that.

So, um, Danny and Delinda...

Think it's the real thing?

I'm just asking.

I don't really think it's gonna happen

for you, Nige.

Well, Delinda told me about their on again,

off again history, so there could be hope.

I mean, look at you and Woody.

What are you talking about?

Well, you two were on again, off again.

Always implodes in the end.

We didn't implode, we matured.

We moved on.

We started dating other people.

So when Danny and Delinda decide to mature and move on

and start dating other people,

she'll return to me.

Can you imagine how beautiful our kids are gonna look?

Mickey closed the gym during lunch.

Said he was going to church to pay his respects.

Whoever did this must have caught him

as he was about to lock up.

'Cause no one saw him after.

Guys? What?

I was gonna run all the DNA

from Mickey's crime scene just to confirm

it's the same killer.

So I scanned in Mickey's DNA

to separate that out.

And?

Mickey's DNA is what we found on Colin.

Wait, you mean the sweat print.

So Mickey did poison Colin.

Who killed Mickey?

And why?

♪ What a feeling

♪ Bein's believing

♪ I can have it all

♪ Now I'm dancing for my life ♪

♪ Take your passion

Feeling nostalgic?

♪ And make it happ-- ♪

Look, I know this case is supposed to be closed.

But Lily won't let it go

She can't believe that this woman

is what her son thinks she is.

What do you think?

I think Lily is pregnant and she can't imagine

a mother abandoning her child.

Thing that gets me is she's probably right.

And that's a problem?

The case is solved.

And with Ivers running around...

Look, forget what I said.

The hell with Ivers, you do what's right.

For you, for Lily, and for her.

Okay, okay, how about murder...suicide?

Okay, so Mickey just stabbed himself in the heart

and rolled under the ring?

Yeah, maybe it was some weird, random...

Please, we know there's no way

these two deaths are unconnected.

We've got one killer, but no motive.

Why would Mickey kill his boy?

His champ?

[Jordan] Answer that and maybe we'll have a motive

for murder number two.

And that motive will lead us to Mickey's killer.

But still, why would he kill Colin

two hours after the big fight?

Maybe that's where we should start looking.

I tracked down where her fake ID came from.

I think I know what she was doing.

And would the date that she died be helpful?

How...

Her tires were new.

I don't give a damn about her tires.

You deserve to know the truth about your mother.

Then you can walk away if you'd like.

Look, I checked with all the tire places in your neighborhood

that were around in 1987.

I found one that had the Civic's VIN

in their database.

She had her tires replaced

on September the 26th, 1985.

So what's your point?

They logged her odometer.

She then drove only 17 miles

before the accident.

Which means she died somewhere around that day

which is two years

before the letter is dated.

That doesn't make any sense.

Hurricane Gloria came on shore in Boston

on September 27th, 1985.

19-mile-an-hour winds,

millions of dollars of damage,

and seven people dead in New England.

And now eight. Your mother.

She wasn't leaving, Brian.

She was coming back for you.

She was carrying a fake ID which I tracked to

a woman's shelter in Boston.

I talked to the woman that dealt with your mother

20 years ago.

The shelter was helping her arrange for a new life.

They found her a place to live,

a job too, and school.

It's somewhere safe where your father

will never find us.

You two are my life.

I love you.

Okay?

Don't be afraid.

We're gonna make this work.

It's okay, Mama.

But she... She wrote the letter.

How could she?

She'd already been dead for two years.

She filled this in at the shelter.

Look at the writing.

It's different.

You can see it in the words.

Boston, Beth, Brian.

Your father wrote this letter.

Why?

He was an angry man.

You mother died trying to get you

away from him.

She loved you, Brian.

[Woody] Fight looks clean.

Not like Mickey was banking on his boy losing.

Hold on, could you go back?

And zoom in on picture and sound?

I just wanna see something.

Colin, the kid's over there.

Where's your head at? Go after him!

Nigel, what did you do with those sections

I made of Colin's brain?

What is it?

He appears confused, disoriented.

Well, you would too if you got hit

in the brain a couple of hundred times.

But O'Reilly didn't go after Colin's head

'til later on in the fight.

Yeah, all the new microscopic hemorrhages

all over his cerebrum.

Scarring of the grey matter.

Pugilistic dementia?

Like Muhammad Ali?

More like Freddy Roach and the Quarry brothers.

A fighter takes that many hits to the head

over time, his brain starts to atrophy.

Shrink. Major brain damage.

Why didn't we see this before?

Poison was cause of death.

The dementia didn't kill him.

But maybe it goes to motive.

You think Mickey wanted to kill Colin

because he was losing his mind?

No, not Mickey. Sandy.

[phone ringing]

It's Danny.

Hi, Danny!

What do you mean you're still working the case?

That makes perfect sense.

Okay. Thanks.

Danny just found something at Mickey's.

And?

I'm thinking that you may be right.

I'm gonna bring in Sandy Walsh.

[door bangs]

[Sandy] Danny.

I don't understand what's going on.

They said they had questions?

All you have to do is answer them.

You have nothing to hide, right?

[Woody] We just need to clarify

some things about your husband's death.

Uh, I'm confused.

You said Mickey killed him.

He did, but then we found out about

your husband's dementia.

I don't...

That's his brain, Sandy.

Blow after blow,

tearing it apart.

[Woody] Fighters need to be certified

to fight.

We spoke to the doctor who faked Colin's records

at your request.

We also found out that the last time you visited there,

you and Colin together,

his office reported missing 100 milligrams of

pure fentanyl.

That doesn't have anything to do with me.

I know what Dementia does, Sandy.

And I know that Colin wouldn't have wanted

to walk away.

He never backed down from anything.

He was a proud man.

Too proud.

[Jordan] I bet you knew what would happen.

How every day Colin's condition

would become worse...

No.

and worse.

Until finally he'd become less like the man you married

and more like some infant who required

your constant care.

Dressing, washing, feeding...

Stop it.

Changing.

It was Mickey's idea.

He didn't wanna watch Colin go through all that.

So he said that all I had to do was get the drug.

To kill your husband.

You didn't see him after the fight.

Colin could barely talk.

We wanted to let him go out a champ.

That would sound nice,

if it wasn't for Colin's life insurance.

There is no payout for death

caused by injuries in the ring.

[Woody] If, however, Colin was murdered...

It is not like that.

[Jordan] Mickey found the insurance policy, Sandy,

and you played on an old man's feelings

to get him to kill your husband.

Then we he realized you were only in it for the money,

you killed him too.

I was gonna lose everything.

Colin loved you.

'Til death do us part.

[elevator dings]

Thank you.

You pushed.

You were right.

Look, I've been thinking

about what you said.

About what I want.

You're the mother of this child, Lily.

And Jeffery is the father, so...

The truth is, it doesn't really matter what I want.

What's important is that baby.

What are you saying?

I'm saying I can't be a part of this.

Can't be a fourth wheel.

There's no room for me.

For us. Not right now.

Bug...

Please, Lil.

It's what I have to do.

You kinda... blindsided me yesterday.

I know.

I'm sorry about that.

So...

Now what?

It just gets to me.

Top of the world one day and a dumpster the next.

The sweet science is not looking so sweet.

So I gotta ask you...

Danny or me?

Danny or you what?

When we were about to go at it,

who would you have bet on?

Oh! Oh, you Woody.

'Cause you're so big and strong!

All right, all right, it doesn't matter.

They're headed out of town.

I don't think there'll be a rematch.

Do you think they're gonna last?

Danny and Delinda?

Well, Nigel seems to think they're bound to implode.

And that's how these on again, off again things

always go, right?

Yeah.

Workplace romance, bad idea. Right?

Right.