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In the criminal justice system,

sexually based offenses

are considered especially heinous.

In New York City, the dedicated detectives

who investigate these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

Dr. Lindstrom, thank you for staying late.

Of course, Captain.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

I actually owe some of that to you.

So, what, you're coming to thank me or...

Ah, no.

Ed. Tucker.

I've been invited to his retirement party tonight,

and I haven't seen him since I broke it off.

- Ah. - It's crazy.

I've had guns in my face,

and I'm afraid...

to see an ex?boyfriend.

Do you know what you're afraid of?

Regret...

or... the pain that I caused him.

Well, I can give you this.

Whatever your regrets or your... guilt,

it's harder in the long run to leave things unsaid.

Rachel... you're headed out?

An old police colleague is retiring.

I wanted to help with the send?off.

NYPD.

You sure that's a good idea?

I won't stay long,

and I won't drink.

Fin...

I didn't expect to see you

at Tucker's retirement party.

- I'm here for you, not him. - Oh.

Rollins, you brought reinforcements.

Yeah, they let him out for an hour.

Yeah, barely. Thank God I aged out of sleep.

- How you doing? - Thanks, guys.

- Yeah. - Thank you.

Who's the... who's the woman with Tucker?

You asking us?

Yeah, we got you in the divorce.

The bartender told me that's his... that's his new wife.

She's a nurse. They eloped a month ago.

Oh.

Good for him.

So when I decided to throw a farewell party

for my old friend Ed Tucker,

I said he's, "He's IAB."

Where were gonna hold it, a phone booth?"

So this is how it's gonna go?

The truth is when you have a friend like Ed,

you're blessed.

I met him back in our cowboy days at NYPD,

long before I retired to make the real money.

Is he giving a toast or bragging?

So after we've all imbibed,

I'd like each of you to come down

and make a toast to "Mister Ed,"

like I'm doing now.

- Not too late to sneak out. - Nope, he's just seen me.

I guess I should introduce myself to his new wife.

- Ed. - Olivia,

I'm so happy you've made it.

Of course. Mazel tov.

Hi, I'm Olivia Benson.

Patty Tucker. I have heard so much about you.

Oh, wow. Okay.

- All good. - There he is!

God, you still have your hair, you bastard!

I don't know if you've met my old bald partner, Gary Wald.

Hey, I took a bullet for you

back at the Two?Two, my brother.

Yeah, not on purpose, and he never lets me forget it either.

Who's the man of the hour?

Rachel.

And his old partner Gary,

still riding high in the saddle.

Rachel, long time no see.

Rachel and I went to the Academy together.

- How have you been? - Not as good as you.

I hear you have a son, you made Captain.

Those good old boys really looked out for you.

- Rachel, she paid her dues. - Not like I did.

Rachel, you still a bourbon drinker?

I'm good.

I just wanted to look my fellow officers in the eye,

one more time.

Hear no evil, see no evil...

and evil.

- Oh! - Oh!

Ed.

God, Ed!

I'm all right, I'm all right.

Just maybe a couple of napkins.

You look like you could use a refill.

I'll make that a double afterwards.

Ed, what the hell was that about?

I have no idea.

I could barely even place her.

Anyway...

I've said my piece.

It's on the rest of you now.

Again, my name is Rachel Wilson.

I'm a former New York City police officer...

until I was pushed out of the club

a dozen years ago.

I'm making a video at the crime scene.

I am the victim.

She has two sons.

They're good kids, but they're testing me.

Uh, teenage boys.

I just don't know if I'm ready for that.

I'll have to use some of my old

IAB psych tricks to keep them in line.

It's the car.

- It's locked. - Oh, my God.

Uh, this is Captain Olivia Benson of SVU.

10?13 from 1?6?9 and Broadway.

Off?duty P. O. shot. Rush a bus.

Liv?

She didn't make it?

She knew what she was doing.

She shot herself through the heart.

I'm sorry.

Well, I saw her throw a drink at Tucker.

- What was that about? - No idea.

You know, I knew her, we were friends.

I hadn't seen her in awhile and, uh, she was bright,

she was ambitious, and then...

and then I knew that she had a rough time over at Vice,

and she just... she just crashed and burned.

Rest in peace.

We've been saying that too much.

Heard you guys had a rough night.

Been a lot of those lately.

Captain knew her?

She doing okay?

That and the loss of her brother, it's a lot.

She's been on the phone with 1PP all morning,

the grief guy's in there with her now.

Chief Garland says we all gotta check in with him.

All of us? Is that necessary?

Yeah, I mean, we need to start talking about this,

and not sweep it under the rug.

Okay, everybody, listen up.

Listen up.

- Is that the grief guy? - Yeah.

You okay?

Not great, but I'm dealing with it.

Thanks, Fin.

So as you all know,

we lost one of our own last night.

She was a good woman.

This is an epidemic.

More of us are dying by our own hand than somebody else's.

Dr. Lindstrom is here

to speak... with every single one of you.

Thank you, Captain Benson.

I know the last thing many cops wanna do

is talk about feelings or fears.

And we know that this is a stigma,

but the department policies have changed, thank God,

and asking for help is no longer a sign of weakness.

We've all been to way too many police funerals.

We can't afford to lose another brother or sister.

Thank you.

Like I said, I've got a supportive family.

They survived the Civil War in Lebanon

and came here with nothing.

We look out for each other.

I'm glad you have that.

- Thanks for humoring me. - Yeah.

You're up.

Sergeant Tutuola.

I'm guessing Kat didn't open up.

I can't really talk about another officer.

Everything anyone says to me is confidential.

Is that right? Let me ask you this.

If someone came in here and told you

they were going through a really rough time,

you'd report that?

We're setting up a system that allows cops

to make appointments with outside therapists

completely anonymously.

But you work for the police department.

In this capacity, yes.

But the department is more concerned that people get help,

rather than worrying about their records.

Yeah, but NYPD can still take my weapon away.

Well, if it's warranted, yeah.

And send me to the rubber gun squad.

So why would anybody ever tell you anything?

The thing that gets me

is that way that Rachel was talking last night.

It was like...

it was like I had the life that she should've had.

I'd take that with a grain of salt.

Back then, NYPD...

being a woman was hard enough, but being a woman of color?

Yeah, I get that, but it was probably more than one thing

that pushed her over the edge.

It just bothers me because a few years ago,

we ran into each other and we said let's get a cup of coffee.

And then I adopted Noah and I got promoted

and just never followed through.

And you can't be responsible for everybody.

I know, I just wish...

Hey Captain, you got a minute?

Sure. What's up?

- You need the room? - Yeah, yeah, kinda.

It's not about you.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

What's going on?

It's about Rachel Wilson's suicide.

The investigators recovered her cell phone from the scene.

She made a video statement

right before she killed herself.

Several years ago,

I was violently assaulted and raped

by a superior officer.

I went to my sergeant, IAB.

They all conspired to protect my attacker.

I'd name names here, but...

it doesn't matter anymore.

He won. I lost.

I so was proud to be a cop...

But the system betrayed me.

NYPD will always protect who they see as their own...

And they didn't protect me.

Anyway...

I've said my piece.

Now we know why she threw that drink at Tucker.

And he said he has no idea why.

And you believe him?

I don't know what to believe,

and I don't know what to do about it.

Yes, you do.

_

You've got to forgive us.

We just closed down the house last week

so everything's at sixes and sevens.

Oh, I know what that's like.

Ed, you have company.

- Olivia. - Hey.

I'm sorry, to barge in.

I'll leave you two.

Thanks.

What's going on?

- Is this about Rachel Wilson? - It is.

It turns out that Rachel,

made a video before...

she shot herself.

She said that she was sexually assaulted

by a colleague on a job.

Did she give a name?

No, but she said there was a cover?up.

She brought it to IAB, but there was nothing in the files.

First I'm hearing about it.

Really?

'Cause it seemed like she knew you at the party.

What was that about?

I'm not sure.

How long ago?

I was hoping that you could tell me.

Ed, she... she threw a drink at you.

I'm sorry.

I'm at a loss, Liv.

I must've done 600 cases at IAB.

I'd, you know, have to dig out my notes.

I want to believe you, Ed. I do, but...

you just did something that you never did

when we were together.

What's that?

You lied to my face.

Tucker lied to you?

Or Rachel lied in the video, but...

I don't think so.

Tucker seemed off.

Never trust an IAB cop,

no matter how close you've been.

- Fin. - You know,

how do we even work this case?

Are we supposed to go back and check

every supervisor she's ever had?

Okay, before we cast the net that wide,

let's look into who was in her life now.

Maybe she disclosed to someone.

_

NYPD, huh?

You people didn't honor her in life,

but now you're gonna honor her in death.

Why do you say that, Reverend?

You threw her away.

Not only one of the finest cops I've known,

but one of the best people.

That's what we hear too.

I knew her since she was a child.

I saw her go from being top of her class

to a step from homeless these past few years.

I'd been letting her sleep in the church basement.

Mental health? Drug problems?

Yes, but don't let yourself off the hook that easy.

Department pushed her over the edge.

Rachel made some accusations about being abused on the job.

Now did she tell you anything about that?

Damn right she did.

She said she'd been raped

by someone she worked with.

- Did she say who? - No.

Just that it was when she was at Vice.

Now, pardon me, I...

I have a eulogy to prepare.

Thanks.

Vice?

I ran Rachel's NYPD records.

She was there in 2004.

I think my rabbi was at Vice back then.

If he knows something, he'll tell me.

Yo, Ralphie!

Ah, baby girl!

Hey!

Captain Benson, meet Sergeant Morris.

- Hey, how you doing? - Oh, so you're the one

who stole her from me.

Keep an eye on her, she's going places.

- Oh, she's already arrived. - Yeah.

What can I do for you?

We're taking a closer look

at what happened to Rachel Wilson.

Rachel.

Terrible thing.

Aleha hashalom.

Third cop I know.

Rachel made a video, before she died

accusing someone she worked with

of raping her.

She did?

It may have been someone in Vice.

Well, uh, I didn't know her that well.

I mean, a few months after I came in,

- she transferred out. - Sergeant...

I told the Captain that you were a straight shooter.

I don't like speaking ill of the dead,

but Rachel had a rep.

Look, Kat here is a good girl, but Rachel...

She got around.

Anyway, the guys who were there before me could tell you more.

Okay, well, it's a matter of public record, but...

Anyone in particular?

Top of my head?

Our captain.

Gary Wald.

I just met him. He runs a security firm, right?

Yeah, big shot now.

Hey, can I ask a favor?

He's got a lot of juice.

Keep me out of this.

_

I landed in clover after retirement.

U. S., international, cyber security.

- Looks like it pay. - Yeah, it does!

And we hire a lot of ex?cops.

Beats a foot post on Pitkin Avenue, right, Roscoe?

But I'm guessing you didn't come out here to talk security.

We're here about Rachel Wilson.

- You mind? - No, no.

We all just saw her.

She had really fallen apart.

And to take her own life...

it's heartbreaking.

You were her captain at Vice?

Yeah, yeah. She was, um...

Yeah, she was something.

What is that? A euphemism?

- You were on the job, right? - Yeah.

She was a talented undercover,

but she had issues.

Turns out she made a video in the car.

Yeah, I heard your captain already talked

to Ed Tucker about that.

You ever hear any talk about

Rachel being assaulted while she was at Vice?

Rachel. Cone of silence?

Yeah.

She was like a live sex grenade

with the pin pulled out.

She rolled from man to man,

and when he started to back away,

she'd threaten to blow his life up.

I warned Tucker about this

back when he called me chasing some story,

but Rachel put new meaning into Internal Affairs.

So Tucker really did look into this.

Yeah, he came to the same conclusion...

that Rachel was a fabricator.

I mean, I tried to help her, but you know,

sometimes when you try to save a drowner, she pulls you under.

Now take it easy, boys.

I haven't finished paying off my last credit card bill.

Hey Tucker, you cracking the whip?

Trying to fast?track a new kitchen for my wife,

with nonunion labor.

Guys, just put it down on the inside of the door,

- I'll be right in. - Actually, Captain,

we need you to come with us.

We have a few questions.

You couldn't call first?

Avoid embarrassing me in front of my family?

You do that when you were IAB?

That was different.

I was dealing with dirty cops.

Can you give me a minute and

let me tell my wife where I'm going?

We'll wait right here.

Why'd you tell Benson you didn't know Rachel Wilson?

No, what I said was, "I couldn't place her."

But you were at IAB when Rachel Wilson claimed

she was assaulted by somebody at Vice, right?

I was.

That was 15 years ago.

I honestly had no memory of it at first.

At first, but... but you do now.

Yeah, it, um... it came back to me.

She, uh, she talked about filing a complaint,

but it never went anywhere.

She accused Gary Wald,

Right?

Your former partner?

Yes or no, Tucker?

Yes, she did.

We looked into it.

There were charges and countercharges.

Between Rachel and Gary?

About the assault, yeah.

But also about other relationships

she was having with other guys on the job.

If she had filed,

a formal complaint against Gary at that time,

there would've been four broken marriages,

her career would have been ruined.

It was ruined anyway. She fell apart.

Yeah, I know,

and I feel terrible about that.

But at the end of the day, it was her choice,

not to pursue.

"Her choice."

It sounds like she was slut?shamed

into keeping her mouth shut,

and Tucker made sure she understood

exactly how that was gonna play out.

I just can't, I can't see Tucker... covering up a rape.

Even...

Even if she had a rep.

It happens all the time, Liv,

and if you ask me, he's still covering it up.

Kat, we're in the middle of something.

Sorry, um, I just...

What? What's the matter?

Um, my old sergeant, Ralphie Morris,

he just killed himself.

Two hours after we talked to him.

Get away from me Katriona, I got nothing good

- to say to you. - Mrs. Morris.

We're so very sorry for your loss.

You the other one he was talking to before he shot himself?

- Proud of yourself? - I understand that you're upset,

but something as horrible as this

doesn't just come out of nowhere.

Marie, you know Ralphie meant the world to me,

and I pray that it was nothing that I did.

It wasn't just you, this had been coming a long time.

- I had no idea. - No one did.

But I must've called the department

a half dozen times the last few years,

telling them to take his guns away.

Why? What was the matter?

What wasn't the matter?

My Ralphie was an ox, but this job wore him down.

People dumping buckets of water on him in the street,

politicians blaming the cops when anything goes wrong.

We're upside down on a second mortgage

to pay for our son's rehab.

Being a parent and being a cop,

believe me, we... we all get it.

Then tell me why couldn't he get the help he needed?

Look, I'm so sorry to ask you this, but...

Can you tell me what happened today?

He came home distraught, talking about killing himself.

I was on the phone begging with 911 while he...

he was screaming into his phone in the other room...

Right before I heard the shot.

Any idea who he was talking to?

He made a few calls,

but I know the last one was to his shrink.

This is awful news, Olivia.

I can't imagine how you're feeling.

I can't imagine what you're feeling.

I don't think I understand.

Sergeant Morris was your patient.

How would you know that?

His widow told us that he made a series of calls

before... he shot himself.

The first two were to burner cells.

We're triangulating those.

But the last one... was to you.

You heard his final words.

Olivia, when you told me

you needed to see me right away,

I thought it was because you needed help.

I do need help.

You have information that is relevant to our case.

We have spent a lot of time establishing trust.

If you wanna question me for a case,

you can't come here under a pretext.

And I hear you,

but if Ralph revealed anything to you that could help us...

I cannot reveal it to you.

I am sworn to protect my patient's privacy.

- And he's gone. - He's gone,

but confidentiality extends beyond the grave.

Well, so you know...

if you can't see a way to help us,

then the DA's office is going to subpoena you.

Well, then I'll see them in court, Olivia.

Now, you'll excuse me.

I lost a patient tonight.

It's not your problem, but I think you can understand

what I'm feeling right now.

_

Your Honor, we believe that Dr. Lindstrom has evidence

that is crucial to an ongoing SVU investigation.

Now, it's evidence we can't get any other way

because the complaining witness,

and another key witness, Dr. Lindstrom's patient,

are both deceased.

Dr. Lindstrom,

without asking you to reveal anything specific,

can you advise the court

as to whether you might have information relevant

to this investigation?

I'm not prepared to answer even that, Your Honor.

There is a precedent here.

We are all profoundly aware

that the NYPD is in the middle

of a mental health crisis,

and it is more important than ever,

that police officers who have the courage

to seek counseling know,

that their records,

their conversations remain privileged...

even after their death.

So Carisi's taking Lindstrom to court?

Yeah... I wouldn't count on that working either.

Where are we?

Well, in 2004,

Rachel made Detective under Captain Gary Wald

and Sergeant Ralph Morris.

She partners up with Detective Guevara.

From Tucker's file,

she hooked up with all three of them plus a UC.

Ralphie?

I don't believe that.

It would explain Gary's leverage over him.

We were able to trace the burner cell.

Gary and Ralphie exchanged calls before he killed himself.

Okay, so after Rachel's suicide,

Ralphie feels guilt,

Gary leans on him to keep quiet, and...

Ralphie just doesn't see another way out.

I respect the principle, Your Honor,

but in this case,

the two suicides may well have been the result

of the crime and a cover?up.

And Dr. Lindstrom has a duty to warn.

He may have information that could stop yet another officer

from committing suicide.

Mr. Carisi, I've heard you use phrases like, "maybe,"

"may well have been," "we believe."

All words that tell me this evidence you seek

is speculative and secondhand and maybe even third?hand.

You've failed to show that the interests of justice

outweigh the deceased's interest in confidentiality.

_

Oh, my, Dr. Lindstrom, are you okay?

I'm fine.

This must've happened while I was at the hearing.

- I'm sorry. - They broke into my desk,

but they didn't bother to take prescription samples

- or my checkbook. - Was anything missing?

Two things.

My laptop and Ralph Morris' file.

They must have been worried that the court

was gonna order you to turn your notes over.

And now they have them.

Well, we'll call CSU, get a team in here and run prints,

look for touch DNA.

Yeah, I can save you the time.

I had a visit to my office here late last night.

- From who? - Gary Wald, ex?cop.

Yeah, we... we know him.

What did he want?

The same thing you want.

To know what Ralph Morris said

just before he took his own life.

But you didn't tell him.

No.

I can't.

But without breaking confidentiality, I can tell you,

that your friend Ed Tucker

must know everything I know.

- You still take milk? - Ah, thank you.

Boy, four times in a week.

First, you couldn't wait to get rid of me,

now I need an order of protection

- against you. - Ed, we need to talk.

Walk with me.

I'm not going far.

What's on your mind?

Rachel Wilson,

Ralph Morris,

you and these games that you've been playing.

Trust me, Liv, I don't have time to play games.

No? Did you know your friend

Gary Wald broke into Lindstrom's office,

and stole the file on Ralph Morris?

No. I had no idea.

Well, he did.

Lately, I'm realizing I had no idea about a lot of things.

Yeah, and I want to believe you, Ed,

I really do, but...

I still get the feeling that you're not

being straight with me about...

about any of this.

Ed, what are we doing here?

You can't tell my wife.

Hey.

Did I ever tell you about where I worked after 9/11?

I asked.

They had me detailed to the

Fresh Kill Landfill recovery site,

looking for remains.

12?hour shifts at the conveyor belt,

sifting through the debris,

watching credit cards,

baby pictures, and wedding rings go by.

Every once in a while, a...

A finger bone or a rib.

That sounds like how I picture Hell.

You start thinking about your own life, you know?

All the things you missed.

- Oh, Ed. - Wished you'd done.

They caught the cancer in my lungs

before I started seeing you.

Now it's in my brain.

They say there's no connection, but...

But... but they can treat that, right?

They can...

But... the doctor just told me

I have six months to a year.

Oh, my God.

It is what it is.

Well, pretty soon, I won't be myself anymore.

Maybe you notice I'm starting to have memory lapses.

That's why you didn't remember Rachel.

I had no... idea how I knew her.

I was too embarrassed to tell you that when you asked.

But Gary called me after you left.

And what did he say?

He was just making sure that I had his back,

like when we were partners.

Ed, are you saying that you covered up a rape...

to protect your friend?

No...

I would never.

Back then, Gary told me he'd an affair with her,

and when he went to break it off,

she only accused him of rape just to get back at him,

and I was stupid enough to believe him.

I don't... want Rachel...

Or Ralph on my conscience.

While there's still time.

I need to make this right.

Mrs. Morris, we just wanted to say again how sorry we are.

May Ralphie's memory be a blessing for you.

Ralphie adored you.

You know that, don't you?

You were the daughter he never had.

He was a beautiful man.

He'll be missed.

_

108 bucks, Porterhouse steak for two?

Most expensive steak I ever had.

Yeah, the private sector's been

very, very good to Gary Wald.

Evidently.

And it could be very good for Eddie.

Six?figure salaries, yachts, private planes,

unbelievable women.

You wait till I'm married to tell me this?

Well, I'm married too.

Or at least my wife is.

So, uh...

Did you get anything from Benson?

They know what happened during Vice

and that it involved a supervisor.

All right, got it.

Did Ralphie's shrink give them anything?

No.

Not even after somebody broke into his office.

We don't need to worry about that, do we?

No. No, those notes are gone.

Now this gets easier.

Just pin the rape on Ralphie.

Ralphie?

Well, I have proof he was having an affair with her.

Whew.

She really got around, huh?

You, Ralphie?

Remember I told you they called her

the Hotbox of Midtown South?

I remember,

but then she started giving you a hard time.

More like stalking me.

She called my wife.

I can't have that.

I had to tune her up.

Tune her up?

You never told me that back then.

It was a different time, Ed. I had to protect my home,

my family, my job.

No, I get it.

I roughed her up good, she got the message.

And now she's gone,

and Ralphie's gone.

All ties up in a bow.

The dead don't speak to the living.

These IAB guys know how to reel 'em in.

One thing you can say about Ed Tucker...

He settles his accounts.

Whoa... hey, bud,

I didn't think you had that much to drink.

What can I tell you?

I'm turning into an amateur now I'm retired.

Hey, you want a ride home? I got my driver.

Nah, I'm good. It's... it's out of your way.

Well, you stick with me, kid,

you'll be riding in the back of that Rolls Silver Cloud

we always talked about, all right?

Hey. Hey, you okay?

- Yeah. - Take it easy.

You okay?

Did you get enough for an arrest?

Yes, yes. It's all good.

It all ties up in a bow,

and the dead don't speak to the living.

So are we good to go on the arrest warrant for Gary Wald?

Wald runs a global security firm, right?

So if there's anything out there on Tucker, he's gonna find it?

Is Tucker okay testifying against his former partner?

- Tucker's clean. - And you believe him?

Took him long enough to come around on Rachel.

If this goes to trial, how long will it take?

- Months? - Could be years.

Why are you asking?

There's a reason that Tucker wasn't himself before.

Captain, what are you talking about?

Don't make me spell it out.

So we need to do this without him?

Yes.

Okay.

We have the tapes...

I'll get you the search warrants.

Also see if you can flush out

anybody from Vice from that time.

- Anything else? - Yeah.

Pick up Gary Wald.

If you guys are here to talk about

working for me after retirement,

you should've called ahead for an appointment.

- Guess again. - Gary Wald,

we've got a warrant for your arrest

for sexual assault,

witness tampering, and breaking and entering.

Based on what?

The word of two cops,

who were having an affair and then killed themselves?

You better watch your mouth.

Damn, what is her problem?

You heard what she said.

Let's go.

So Gary's on his way to Central Booking?

Yup.

One of my best friends, my partner,

and I never even knew it.

I think of all the people I never let get close to me

because of IAB.

- Don't blame yourself, Ed. - Why not?

It was my job to root out bad cops,

and I missed one of the worst.

He was standing right in front of me.

If I hadn't, Rachel might still be here.

Ed, a lot of people missed it.

I have missed some things.

I didn't realize we'd changed the subject.

We're talking about us now?

I'm sorry...

For the way that I ended things.

I think underneath it all...

I was afraid.

And your dance card was full.

The job, Noah.

What I wish I had.

And what I wish we had...

Is more time.

It's okay.

We'll always have Paris.

You know, I've always wanted to say that.

Did the son of a bitch make bail?

No, once the judge heard

about his private plane, his multiple passports,

if he's not a flight risk, no one is.

He can cool his jets at the jail

they were going to name after him.

Oh, my God.

What?

I heard about Tucker.

How you doing?

He took his life with his old .38.

I just don't know what to do with that.

There's nothing you can do with it.

It just is.

He left his wife a letter, his benefits, his pension.

He told her that he didn't want her

to spend the best years of her life...

Taking care of a dying man.

He had brain cancer.

Oh, I didn't know.

He was suffering, Liv.

That's not how he'd want to be remembered.

I know.

I know.

It's just a lot of rain in one place.

You don't need to be here alone.

Let me drive you home.

Just give me a minute. I'll be okay.

I'm good.

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