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[upbeat music playing on earphones]

[music stops]

[exhales]

[sniffles]

[man shouting in distance] What are you talking about? That's not how I meant it!

Oh, give me a break.

[sighs]

[muffled shouting continues]

Hmm.

Please...

[gunshots]

[dialing phone]

Hi. Yeah. I just heard gunfire in my building.

Uh, 227 Pearl Street.

I think it's coming from the fourth floor.

[woman screaming]

[gunshot]

[woman sobbing]

Hey. Whoa! Whoa. Put the gun down.

It's okay. I live downstairs. Put it down.

Did he break in?

He's my father.

He's dead.

What happened?

What? Did you have a fight?

Did he hit you?

I didn't do it.

[theme music playing]

-Come on. One more time. -No.

-One more time! -No.

-Please, one more time! -No.

-Black. -Blue.

Blue?

White.

It's word association.

You can say anything you want.

You say black, I'm supposed to say white.

There are no wrong answers.

Come on. Give me another one.

You know, most people just like to cuddle.

I like to cuddle.

My gut said white. Should've gone with the gut.

You're gonna drive yourself crazy.

You know that, Woody?

Not everything has to be so complicated.

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me.

This is Hoyt.

Oh, hey, Jordan. How you doing?

[Jordan] Hey.

I, uh, heard the yelling, then the shots.

Ran up here. She was standing over him.

-You know them? -I've seen them around.

All right.

Eddie Dawson. Small-time fence.

Rap sheet. Couple of arrests,

mostly nickel-and-dime stuff,

but he does have a long list of inquiries from Social Services.

Complaints filed by her school.

He left the kid alone a lot.

That's the kid over there. She's a little freaked out.

She was holding the gun?

Yeah. But she didn't do it.

No GSR on her hands.

Nine millimeter?

Mmm. One set of prints. Hers. She probably picked it up after.

You see anybody coming or going?

No. No signs of forced entry either.

Detective. Take a look.

I'm guessing our small-time fence was branching out

into gun dealing.

Somebody was buying, somebody was selling,

but something definitely went wrong.

Her name's Kayla.

[indistinct radio chatter]

And, uh, this is Carolyn Macelli with Social Services.

Hi, Kayla. I'm Detective Woody Hoyt,

and I'm gonna need your help.

It's okay. You can tell him what you saw.

I was in here.

My daddy came home and told me to stay.

He let somebody in.

Do you know who that was?

I heard yelling, but the TV was on.

I heard shots.

I was scared, so I stayed in here.

For how long?

I don't know.

Then I came out and saw my dad.

[Jordan] So where's her mother?

She's dead.

We looked into it when we investigated

the complaints against the father.

There are no other relatives,

so for now, foster care's the only option.

And that's if I can even place her.

So hang in there.

[engine starts]

Get down!

[car alarm blaring]

[tires screeching]

[Jordan] Well, obviously,

she saw something, or whoever killed her father

wouldn't be trying to gun her down in the street.

Social worker's in ICU.

Looks like she's gonna pull through.

I put an APB out on the car.

We're gonna get him.

She's pretty shaken up. Maybe I should try to talk to her. See if I can...

I got it covered.

Yeah, but she's seen me around. Maybe she'll trust me.

Come on, Jordan. It's me. What's up?

Look, she's on her own.

Her mom's dead, too.

Okay. I understand now.

You're her and she's you. I get it.

Please. Look, I just want to make sure this guy doesn't try again.

-We will. -Hey. Where is she?

Lu's gonna talk to her. She's had a lot of experience with kids.

Oh.

Nigel, I need your help with some IDs.

We've got two bodies in Trace. Car accident.

Male driver, female passenger killed by a drunk driver in Southie.

[Nigel] What happened to the driver?

They've got him in custody. Not a scratch.

He hit 'em head on.

He's the John Doe. Car's registered to a company,

some kind of mortgage broker.

I'm running his prints right now.

[Nigel] Linda Jones, 34. Well, she lived down there.

1176 South 119th.

Two blocks from the accident.

That's some really expensive leather he's wearing.

The car was a Jaguar 2006 XT.

That's rather a ritzy ride for such a low-income neighborhood.

Think he might've been down there to buy drugs?

Maybe. But the tox screens came back clean.

[Lily] The girl's mother's on her way.

-Did they get the driver? -[Nigel] Yeah.

[Lily] Oh, my God.

-What? -It's Robert Peyton.

Peyton Industries. Steel, coal, banking.

The Mayflower comes to mind.

-And not the madam. -Which one's he?

The son. Always in trouble with the police.

Notorious womanizer.

Had drug and alcohol problems.

Yeah. Heir to the throne.

Colossal underachiever. Black sheep of the family.

That still doesn't answer the question. What was he doing down there?

I already told them I don't know anything.

It's pretty clear you do.

[Simmons] Look, Kayla,

I know you're scared. It's natural.

Anyone would be.

I don't think she's scared.

Uh, Jordan.

No. She looks like she can take care of herself.

You've probably been doing it for a long time.

Probably pretty good at it too, right?

Well, I guess you think that you don't really need our help.

And that's fine. But what about your dad?

He deserves a little justice, don't you think?

These people that did this to him.

You know what they think of him?

That he's a piece of dirt.

And if you don't help us, they're just gonna walk away

and not even think about it.

That part's up to you.

It was a man.

Did you ever see him before?

Well, what did he look like?

White? Black?

White with blond hair.

Just one man?

We're gonna need you to look at some pictures.

See if you recognize anyone.

Then I'm done, right?

They're gonna have to put you in protective custody.

Am I in trouble?

[Simmons] No. No, we just need to make sure you're safe. That's all.

Nigel.

[exhales]

[sobbing]

[Mrs. Jones sobbing] Oh, God! Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, God! Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry, Ms. Jones.

His toxicology report was clean, I can tell you that.

[sighs]

-I told you. -Mmm-hmm.

-I knew that he hadn't gone back. -Mmm-hmm.

Claire, that's hardly the point now.

We have a situation here, Doctor.

The details of the accident.

He was killed in a bad neighborhood.

With a woman we do not know.

What was my daughter doing with that, um...

Mr. Robert Peyton?

I don't know.

I didn't even know she knew him.

She told me everything. I knew all of her friends.

Even the ones she worked with.

My daughter and I were very, very close.

The media will have a field day.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Well, I don't want the circumstances of his death to be my son's legacy.

I have a court order signed by Justice Burns

sealing Robert's autopsy report.

If you're looking for assurance that my staff and I will comply...

Oh, I... I'm sure you will, Doctor.

But there is a matter I would like your help with.

I would like you to approach this girl's family

and ask them to sign a confidentiality agreement.

I'm, uh, willing to offer incentive.

Why ask me? Why not go to them yourself?

It's your dominion, Doctor.

I don't want to make matters any more awkward than they already are.

He had enough trouble in his life when he was alive.

I'm just trying to protect him now, if I can,

and trying to maintain some kind of privacy for my family.

For his wife. For his unborn child.

I don't know if you have any children, Doctor,

but if you do, I doubt that you would want them

to be defined by their mistakes.

[Macy] This is very unorthodox, I realize,

but if you're in agreement, Mr. Peyton would like to pay

for your daughter's funeral expenses.

I don't understand.

He wants to pay me not to talk to the press?

Well, they feel they get a lot of negative media coverage, so...

Uh, Dr. Macy, can I talk to you in private?

Excuse us.

-What? -What are you doing?

I'm trying to manage this thing, Lil.

You know what the press is gonna do with this story.

This woman's daughter was just killed

with a man she doesn't even know.

She'd like some answers.

They don't have any. They don't know what they were doing together.

And I think they deserve some privacy.

They offered her money, Garret.

And they didn't even have the decency to do it themselves.

Even if she found out how they knew each other,

it's not gonna bring her daughter back, Lily.

That is not the point.

Dr. Macy.

What kind of place are you running here?

I'm sorry?

Thinking my family's grief could be fixed

with a bribe?

If the Peytons are willing to pay me for my silence,

they must have something to hide.

You tell them for me

where they can stick their money.

Microscopic blood on the gun.

Not Dawson's, not Kayla's.

Skin cells under his nails.

I'm trying to get a match.

[Bug] Got a recent amylase on his genitals.

Our guy had sexual contact not too long before he was killed.

You better cross-check...

Not the girl's. Already checked.

But definitely female.

Though nothing at the scene indicates she was there.

A girlfriend? Maybe the kid knows.

[computer beeping]

Bingo. Blood on the gun matches skin under the nails.

That's our killer.

-Damn it. -What?

The kid identified the shooter as a white guy.

Genetic markers read African-American male.

She lied.

Why did you lie to us?

The guy who shot your dad, he wasn't white. He was black.

Hey!

I'm talking to you. Why did you lie to us?

Because I wanted to, all right?

-Jordan, maybe you should... -We're trying to protect you here.

And you are doing a great job.

[Simmons] Kayla.

Look, we're not the enemy. You can trust us.

Why should I?

What did the cops ever do for us except hassle us?

Arrested my dad.

Put me in foster care for six months.

And you expect me to trust you?

It wasn't the cops who brought a murderer into your house.

-It was your father. -Shut up about my dad.

You don't know anything about him.

I know your father neglected you.

I know he was running guns! That much I do know.

-Jordan. -No. We're trying to help you!

Jordan!

Kayla, give us a minute.

What the hell are you doing?

Someone is trying to kill her.

She needs to understand how serious this situation...

She's been traumatized.

Her father was just murdered right in front of her.

And I don't want her ending up like her dad.

Look, Jordan, it's pretty hard to look at that kid

and not be reminded of someone.

She isn't you.

Lu, with all due respect, okay, I'm not one of your patients.

And regardless of who this girl reminds me of,

she doesn't seem to get what's going on here.

I'm just trying to help her.

For the record,

this is Boston P.D.'s job, not yours.

[door slams shut]

Hey, what are you doing here?

Hey. Oh, just getting into trouble.

So, I've got a visitor waiting at my desk.

You're not gonna ask me who it is?

Fine. Who is it?

Eddie Dawson's girlfriend.

I just can't believe somebody would want to kill him.

[Woody] We're hoping that you would know who that somebody was.

I don't.

I mean, Eddie wasn't exactly citizen of the year or anything.

He hung out with some pretty scary guys.

So you know about the guns.

We didn't talk details.

Listen, he wasn't a drug dealer

or a murderer or anything.

He was basically a pretty good guy.

He didn't deserve this.

Hey, how's his kid doing? She must be pretty shaken up.

You know her?

Yeah, we met a couple of times,

but he couldn't stop talking about her.

They were pretty tight.

-Really? -Yeah.

He was trying to stash away some money,

thinking maybe she wanted to go to college or something.

I don't know.

When was the last time you saw him?

I don't know. Yesterday?

Which is it? "I don't know" or "yesterday?"

Yesterday.

He stopped by for an hour or so. We...

And... And then he left.

Can you think of anyone he was involved with

who might've wanted to kill him?

Any names?

No.

But he told me a couple of weeks ago

some thugs stopped by his store, threatened him.

He was real freaked.

He took off the next day.

He was gone for a week.

When did he get back?

Um, I think it was Friday.

Any idea where he went?

Like I said, he wasn't a big sharer.

Hey, Lil. Lily, look what's on the news.

[Mr. Peyton] As you all know,

my son struggled throughout his life with addiction.

I thought they wanted their privacy.

He was a weak and helpless man in some ways.

But in the end, it was these people,

the woman they found him with was a drug addict,

a street person who took advantage of his good nature.

Perhaps she lured him into this bad neighborhood with a tale of misfortune.

Unfortunately, we will never know the truth about that.

What is he doing?

[Woody] Looks like some kind of rash.

That's exactly what it is. An allergic reaction.

I scraped skin cells from Dawson's arm

and tested them against common allergens

found in food and vegetation.

Find anything?

Magnoliophyta Plantae.

Excuse me?

Better known as the Iris giganticaerulea.

By who?

The Botanical Society of America.

He came into contact with them within the last two weeks.

-The botanists? -The plants.

They're indigenous to hot, humid climates.

There's only one state with any substantial growth of them,

assuming that he stayed in the country.

-Which state? -Louisiana.

The guns we found at Dawson's place

were made by a Baton Rouge manufacturer.

Makes sense. Dawson went down there, did the buy.

No. Serial numbers were from a shipment

that went missing six months ago.

Well, maybe he's a regular customer.

Louisiana isn't known for its stiff gun laws.

Okay. Six months ago, Dawson makes a huge buy.

Sells off everything but the one case that we find.

Two weeks ago, a couple of thugs pay him a visit,

threaten him.

Pretty soon, he's down in Baton Rouge.

Comes back. A week later, he's killed.

Maybe he was selling in somebody else's territory.

Or he went down to rip 'em off.

Either way, something went real wrong.

We track his trip, we get some answers.

Way to be, Bug.

That's right.

[knocking at door]

Hi. I come in peace.

How'd you know we were here?

Woody.

Ice cream?

Do you mind if I talk to her for a minute?

I promise, no fireworks this time.

Look, I'm sorry for what I said about your dad.

Sometimes I tend to see things as a little black and white.

And I had no right to judge your father like that.

I found out that he's been putting some money away for you.

College, I guess.

So, I'm sorry if I was out of line.

And I was.

[Simmons] Hey, it's decent Chinese if you want to stay, Jordan.

If you're hungry.

Linda Jones and Robert Peyton never crossed paths.

They never went to school together, never worked together.

Lived in different parts of town, no friends in common.

Well, keep looking.

[whispers] Mrs. Jones.

Did you see it?

I am so sorry.

He said my daughter was a drug addict.

She's never touched drugs in her life.

He made it sound like she picked up their son

off the streets like a prostitute.

Why did he do that?

I don't know.

I think maybe they were afraid that you were gonna speak first.

And say what?

What are they so afraid of?

Mrs. Jones.

How do you think Linda knew Robert?

I don't know.

I thought I knew everything about my little girl.

Maybe I didn't.

The one thing I do know

is that my little girl did not deserve this.

[Simmons] You know, you don't have to stick around here

if you don't want. I've got it covered.

No, no problem.

I got nowhere else to be, so...

Saturday night. I just figured it might be your date night.

Yeah, well, like they say, it takes two to tango.

What about you and that reporter? Pollack?

Going, going, gone.

-Sorry. -Oh, it's my fault.

I, uh...

Got involved with an old friend.

It's kind of complicated. I let things go too far.

Typical me.

Takes two.

Yeah. But I couldn't lie like a normal person.

What's that?

-Kayla! -[Simmons] Jeff!

[gunfire]

[Simmons] He hit us from across the street.

It was an M84 with a projected laser scope.

How the hell did he know where we were?

This guy's not some neighborhood goon. He's a professional.

He wants this kid dead now.

-Hey. You okay? -What?

I'm a cop, Woody.

I know. I'm just saying...

I was worried.

You're there. The kid's there. Jordan's there.

I'm fine. We're all fine.

Whatcha got?

Cross-checked Dawson's aliases

with the Baton Rouge hotel registries, and got a hit.

Ten days ago he checked into the Medici Baton Rouge

under Ted Lawson.

The Medici. That's a pretty upscale hotel for Dawson.

And the manager sent me digitized video

of the hotel surveillance. Look at this.

That's Dawson checking in.

That may be our shooter.

Yeah, now, check this out.

[Woody] Well, well, well.

What would Eddie Dawson be doing in Baton Rogue with a federal agent?

-[clears throat] -[knocking]

Mrs. Peyton.

Um, I'd like to see my husband, if I could.

Yes. Of... Of course. But you were just here--

With my father-in-law.

I'd like to see him alone.

Sure. I understand.

Mrs. Peyton.

Do you have any interest in meeting with the family

of the girl your husband was with?

I don't see the point.

I was just thinking if there was a need for closure...

Look. When I married Robert,

I married the family, too.

The Peytons are very powerful. They're very private people.

There's a lot of unspoken rules.

A lot of questions that you just...

You don't ask.

Especially of the men in the family.

I know. It sounds a little old-fashioned.

But I've made my peace with that.

I appreciate that marriages are... Are complicated,

but aren't you at all curious

about what they were doing together?

Of course I am, but I can't...

I can't ask that question.

Robert is your next of kin.

These decisions are yours, not your father-in-law's.

[exhales]

The girl's mother would very much like to know what happened.

I can't ask.

But you can.

Mrs. Peyton, I know that none of this is my place, but...

That's something that you should do.

You're right.

It isn't your place.

They're not gonna let him get anywhere near you again. I swear.

Yeah? Then what?

You're a tough kid, Kayla. You can handle it.

How do you know?

Because I've been there.

I lost my mom when I was 10.

Somebody killed her.

Who?

Don't know. Never found him.

But not a day goes by I don't think about it.

Look, you've gotta decide right now.

Whatever they throw at you,

you're not gonna let them beat you.

You can get through it.

And I'm gonna help you. I promise.

[Macy] Lily!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Uh, meaning what?

I just got a call from Joseph Peyton.

Did you try to get Claire Peyton

to approach Linda Jones' mother?

It's a funny story.

Wrong. It's not funny at all.

Look.

As far as I can tell,

the only one who is not interested

in finding out what they were doing together is Mr. Peyton.

If he would let Claire

release Robert's autopsy reports, it may answer...

Mrs. Jones will get her daughter's autopsy report, and that's it.

Their loved ones died together.

It's my job to help them grieve.

And Mrs. Jones needs answers to do that.

Okay, it's my job to keep this place afloat.

They've got a court order.

We violate it, we're looking at a lawsuit, investigations,

and the unemployment line for both of us.

Have I made myself clear?

Yeah.

[ringing]

You found something?

Robert Peyton's chromosomes.

Oh, they missing?

-No, look at them. -Yeah?

-Upper arm of chromosome 11. -Where's that?

Out of 100 amino acids, there's one that substitutes it.

What does that mean?

It means Robert Peyton was a carrier of sickle cell anemia.

Doesn't that primarily affect African-Americans?

Which led me to an evaluation of his DNA,

which led me to the discovery

that in Robert Peyton's family tree,

there are African-American ancestors.

Bug pulled a profile on the fed.

An Agent Winter. For all we know, he's dirty.

That's a shot in the dark.

Could've been in business with Dawson. You never know.

I'm not saying it didn't happen.

Let's just concentrate on what we know.

Hey, what's going on?

Dawson was in Louisiana last week.

-What's in Louisiana? -We're gonna find out.

Kayla.

Does this guy look familiar?

No.

Who is it?

He's a fed.

Kayla, you sure?

I'm sure.

So he's been tracking Dawson?

He's been with him.

Do you guys have one of those guys

that draws pictures of suspects?

I could help him draw a picture of the guy I saw.

After that, if it's okay, I'd like to see my dad.

-This better be good. I was on my way home. -It is.

What the hell is that supposed to be?

Peyton family tree.

Nigel's traced their family lineage back almost 500 years.

That's good use of morgue time.

It turns out they were only in Boston for the last 200.

Before that, they were southerners.

Slave owners.

-So? -So, according to family records,

a child was born to plantation owner Reginald Peyton

in the spring of 1843.

But there's no record of his wife ever giving birth.

But there's rumor of an adopted baby raised by the family.

And how do you know that?

[Nigel] Historical documents.

Local correspondence. It's all online these days.

It's fabulous gossip, family feuds...

Is there a point to all this?

I ran Linda Jones' DNA against Robert Peyton's.

And...

They're related.

What?

Claire told me that she and Robert did genetic testing for the baby.

He must've figured it out when his tests showed

that he was a carrier for sickle cell.

Wouldn't Claire know?

Not necessarily. Maybe she didn't see the results.

He must've traced his ancestry back

and contacted Linda without letting Claire know.

So, will you tell the Peytons?

No.

I need to be able to tell Mrs. Jones the truth.

What do you want me to do, Lily?

Convince the Peytons to release Robert's autopsy results.

I... I can't tell Mrs. Jones without their permission.

You have to admit that she's got a right to know.

I have to?

Well, you don't have to, but it would help.

You don't have to...

Can I see him alone?

I'll wait outside.

[Woody] Dawson turned up dead last night.

I heard.

You had him down south. What was that all about?

Well, I've been working the interstate angle for almost two years now.

Dawson was just a minor player.

He was in way over his head.

So his murder's not that big a deal.

-Let's just say I've got bigger fish to fry. -Like what?

Ah. Okay, so this is how it's gonna go.

Every agency out for itself.

That worked out real well for you on 9/11.

Look, I'm sure you know he's got a daughter.

Thirteen years old. She saw the whole thing.

Whoever we're dealing with,

they've already tried to hit her twice.

We could really use your help.

I get it. Good cop, bad cop. [scoffs]

[Woody] Here's the thing. We've got a murder to solve.

You want us to start asking questions,

setting off alarms, that's fine with us.

These guys, the ones you're looking at,

they get the heads up,

all your hard work goes down the drain.

Not to mention how your boss is gonna react.

Be our pleasure.

I've been looking at his boss.

Johnny Major.

The mob guy in Jersey.

I've been trying to get Dawson to turn state's.

Maybe Major heard about the heat,

got nervous, and offed him.

Who's his local guy in Boston?

Three, four you could look at.

-Hey. -Oh, hi.

What are you doing here so late?

[sighs] The Peyton thing. You?

Kayla wanted to see her dad.

How's she doing?

Well, you tell me. Come on.

She might've gone to look for you.

[alarm blaring]

God, what if he's got her?

You don't know that yet.

[computer beeping]

[Bug] Two of the suspects the feds gave you are African-American.

Well, Kayla gave us a pretty good sketch. See if you can get a match.

[Woody] Okay. Thanks.

APB's still out. No sign of the Caddy since this morning.

[Simmons sighs]

[Simmons] At least he doesn't have her.

Yet.

[computer beeping]

[Bug] Bingo.

[Woody] Don Travis.

Pretty long rap sheet.

We've got an address.

Let's go. I'll call you.

Okay.

Not that it's any of your business,

but I'm aware of our family lineage.

I'm sorry. Um...

These people are our relatives?

Yes, they are.

You're treading on very dangerous ground.

These people have no right to our family legacy.

It's not 1954, Mr. Peyton.

What are you trying to protect?

We have history and a lineage that we're proud of.

And I will allow no one to exploit it.

No one's exploiting you.

Your son wanted to have a relationship with his family.

My son had some very strange ideas.

What's strange is the lengths that you've gone to.

Court orders, bribery.

You implied that Linda Jones was a prostitute!

Your great-great-grandfather brought his mixed race son

into his home and raised him,

but you're too ashamed of your heritage to even acknowledge it?

A heritage that your son embraced, by the way.

That his child will share.

You will abide by the court order

or suffer the legal consequences.

Let's go.

We'll kick it in. Flush him out.

Upper and lower units secure.

I got two uniforms in the front, four in the alley.

What if he goes up?

-Nobody goes up. -Some people go up.

-It's a dead end. -Nobody said this guy was a genius.

I got it covered.

What the hell is eating you?

Nothing. Let's go.

All right. On three.

One, two...

Police! Police!

We've gotta find her before he does.

If you were her, where would you go?

Kayla.

Kayla?

Kayla?

Kayla?

Kayla, come on. I know you're in here.

Okay, just answer me.

Kayla?

Where is she?

I don't know.

Why would I come up here looking for her if I knew where she was?

Guess you thought she'd come back.

We'll wait.

Kayla, get out!

-[gunshot] -[Travis grunting]

I'm gonna kill him.

Come on, Kayla. Give me the gun.

He killed my dad.

And he's gonna pay for it, okay? He's going to prison.

Yeah? For how long?

He'll serve a couple years and then get out.

I won't let that happen, okay? He's not gonna walk.

Nobody cares about a guy like my dad.

I care about you.

Kayla, you and me, we know the truth about your dad.

Okay, he may have loused up a lot of things in his life,

but one thing he didn't was you.

He didn't want this for you. He wanted you to have a future.

This is one of those times where you've gotta decide

whatever they throw at you, you can handle it.

Okay, give me the gun.

[sirens wailing in distance]

-[sobbing] -It's okay.

That's not good enough, Dr. Macy.

Legally, we can't tell you what we know

about your daughter's connection to Robert Peyton.

I have the right to know the truth.

There was nothing sordid or ugly about their relationship.

I'm sure that Linda was gonna tell you about it.

What does that mean?

Mrs. Peyton.

This... This is Mrs. Jones.

This is Robert Peyton's wife.

It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Jones.

Did you know what my daughter and your husband were doing together?

I do.

Thank you.

[knocking at door]

-Hey. -Hey.

Um...

I guess I'll get this over with

and just apologize.

What makes you think that you have to apologize?

I'm the guy. You're the girl.

It's a given.

This thing with Jordan. Are you over it?

She told you about that?

I figured it out.

We have a history.

But do you really want to be someone

who gets over things like that so easily?

I want to be with somebody who wants to be with me.

I'm here now.

I'm with you.

[man on TV] Triceratops are plant eaters.

They roamed the plains in herds,

grazing on ferns and small leaf-like palmettos...

So, are you gonna call Social Services?

Uh...

It's late. Why don't you just crash here tonight?

[TV turns off]

Okay. Blankets.

Pillow.

The sofa's okay. You just have to watch out for the lump.

I should have an extra toothbrush

-in the bathroom somewhere. -I'm fine.

-Well, there's food in the fridge... -I'm fine.

They'll think I ran away.

The people at Social Services.

[stammering]

Get some sleep. We'll worry about it tomorrow.

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