All language subtitles for Murder.In.The.First.S03E07

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Thanks for saving me a seat.
- Good morning.

Morning.

How was the, uh...
How was the date with Burnside?

Oh, it was good.

Actually, I decided that
we're not gonna date anymore,

so...

Huh.

Is that why you sent me the midnight

"Thinking of you" text?

No, it was just...

an impulse, okay?

I guess I was just...
thinking about you.

Thinking about me. Okay.

What were you thinking, hmm?

Can we just not
make this a big deal, please?

Yes, let's... let's not make it
a big deal.

All rise.

The Honorable Judge Teresa Klein
presiding.

Be seated.

In the matter of The People
of the State of California

vs. Andrew Stewart Lippman,

counsel, your appearances, please.

Good morning, Your Honor.

Martin Reardon, on behalf of the People.

Kenneth Burrows for Mr. Lippman.

State the charge, Mr. Reardon.

The charge is
murder in the first degree,

pursuant to California Penal Code 187,

with special circumstances pursuant

to section 190.2, Your Honor.

Mr. Burrows, does your client
waive the reading

of the complaint in its entirety?

He does, Your Honor.

State the maximum penalty
for the charge, Mr. Reardon.

Maximum penalty is life without parole

or the death penalty, Your Honor.

Mr. Lippman, how do you plead

to the charge against you,
guilty or not guilty?

Definitely not guilty, Your Honor.

Your Honor, considering
the murder-for-hire

special circumstances,
the state would request

that bail be denied
since this is a capital case.

- Your Honor...
- No need to argue it,

Mr. Burrows. Bail is denied.

Inspectors, my client would like
to have a word with you.

Regarding?

Come see him and find out.
He's waiting for you.

Let's go.

I am an attorney, so I understand

the pressure on Reardon now
that he's in the big office,

but I am not the guy.

Yes, I had access to Alicia's house

and, by extension, that gun, but
so did dozens of other people.

There's staff, party guests,

friends of all kinds,
hers and Normandy's,

including Billy James.

All right, you could argue
the fact that the gun

was taken out of her house at any time,

but how was it put back in

and found under her bed
after the murder?

Alicia really didn't have
that much time for entertaining

- between Normandy's death
and her overdose. - No.

What do you think, we should
look at the... the housekeepers?

No. Why don't you look at her father?

Paul Barnes?

He's a textbook sociopath.

What do you mean?

Yeah, he acts like the doting dad,

always putting Alicia's
life concerns first.

The guy is a crazy control freak

with a nasty temper.

And, man, did he hate Normandy.

You hated Normandy, too.

Yes, fine.

I wasn't Normandy's biggest
fan at the beginning.

He's a decent guy.

Look, I-I was grateful that he kicked

Daddy Dearest out of her life.

Normandy kicked out Barnes? Why?

I don't know. I-I-I didn't ask.

I didn't care. Look, gone
was good enough for me.

When did this happen, exactly?

A few months ago.

Paul did not take the news well.

So that's why Alicia had a
restraining order out on Barnes.

Yeah.

Best decision she's made in months.

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Hey!

- Oh!
- How are you?

Am I getting you at a bad time?

No, this is a good time.

This is Mrs. Nussbaum.
I don't think she'll mind.

Okay, um, uh...

I just... I just wanted
to come by and...

and tell you that it's been...

it's been really nice getting
to know you outside of work.

Ah, you too.

But I just, uh...

I don't... I don't really think
we're right...

There's no chemistry, huh?

Same for you?

Yeah. It was kind of a surprise,
'cause you're so...

Well, you're you.

And, um, yeah, so, last night,

after I went home, I called my wife.

Um, we had this really good talk,

so we decided we're gonna try
to work on things,

you know, with the kids
and all, and try...

That's great. That... That's great.

- Yeah.
- I'm happy to hear that.

Um, we're good, though, right,
me and you?

Yeah, totally good.

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll see you around.

Over my dead body.

Oh.

This is Serena Parrish
of The Parrish Report.

Hey, Serena. It's Jim again.

I-I'm just checking in about lunch.

Um, I made a reservation at Piccolino,

or, uh, we can order in.

Uh, I just...

I just need to be back
in the office by 2:00.

Either way, uh, give me
a ring back, okay?

Bye.

Hey, we got 24 hours.

Why don't we just settle up here

instead of on the old proverbial
courthouse steps?

What would that take?

Misdemeanor vehicular
manslaughter, no jail time?

That's right where you started, Al.

You haven't budged.

Look, Mario's political life is over.

The civil case will wipe out his assets.

At least give him a chance to
practice law and make a living.

"Slap on the Wrist for Drunk D.A."...

That's what a misdemeanor sounds like.

Graciela Ramirez is still dead.

Look, you and I can work out a statement

to make it look right in the public eye.

Walters won't go for manslaughter.

That's a win for the office.

Do you honestly think

that your evidence proves
beyond a reasonable doubt?

Let the jury of his peers decide.

You know, I came up here in good faith

that you would take this to the top,

but I didn't realize
that you were making

unilateral decisions for
the attorney general now.

Fine.

I'll run it by him.

Hey, Serena, it's Jim.

Serena.

Serena? Hey, hey.

Oh, shit.

911.

What's the nature of your emergency?

This is Lieutenant Koto, Homicide.

I'm at 348 Bennington Street,
Apartment H.

I have an unconscious female, 30s.

No pulse. Obvious signs of trauma.

I need an ambulance
and a squad here immediately.

Hey.

Who called it in?

Lieutenant Koto did.

How long?

Liver's almost at room temp.

She's in full rigor.

Um, 20, 24 hours.

Protrusion is a fracture
of the cervical vertebrae,

C4 or C5.

COD was a broken neck,

and defensive wounds indicate
she may have fought back.

That doesn't surprise me.

Maybe she left a little bit
of the killer's skin

underneath those fingernails.

I'm gonna get her back
to the morgue and find that out.

Uh, the, uh, door was open.

No signs of forced entry.

So, if she let someone in,
she knew them.

Yeah. Her laptop, iPad,
and phone are all missing.

This is the third body
that, somehow, is related

to the Normandy Parker murder.

You think it's an ugly coincidence?

Probably not.

Serena was the source of the tip

about Luke wagging a gun
at Normandy in the locker room.

Luke Wedman?

You think maybe he found out
that she leaked it?

I mean, if she decided
to tell the story,

she'd sink any chance
he had for a new team.

That's... That's real motive.

Well, we already know he beats women.

Luke's girlfriend.

Tell Molk and Navarro to get over there.

Yeah.

And, um, you found her?

Yeah, I did.

Wants you to go over to
Wedman's girlfriend's house.

SFPD! Are you Willow Muñez?

Oh, my God. Are you notifying me?

Is he dead?

Luke Wedman? We're looking for him.

He's not here, obviously.
I don't know where he is. Why?

When did you see him last?

Yesterday morning.

Uh, he turned his cellphone off
and he stayed out all night.

- Same old bullshit with him.
- When he left yesterday morning,

did he seem upset in any way?

I don't know. Normal, I guess.

What's he done now?

Ms. Muñez, may we come inside?

Sure, yeah.

- Serena Parrish?
- Did you know her?

No, I mean, Luke talked about her.

He showed me some of her video blogs.

But why do you think he'd kill
her? That makes no sense.

Well, we don't know what happened.

That's why it's important we find him.

I mean, if he's innocent, we'll help
clear him, but we got to talk to him.

Is there a friend or family member

that he may have gone to stay with?

No. I'm his only family.

Luke's a pretty private person.

Then you'll be the one he contacts.

We need your help, Willow.

Okay.

So, have you talked
to my daughter, in person?

Yeah, we have.

How is she?

She's back in rehab again.

They say addiction is genetic

and sometimes can skip a generation.

No such luck for her.

I'm sure this has all been,
uh, pretty difficult for you,

all the publicity.

Six months, clean and sober.

Congratulations. That's great.

Thank you.

Uh, do you know Andrew Lippman?

No, he's way after my time.

I haven't seen Ally in...

It'll be five years this October.

I've tried, but...

I'm very proud of her.

I'm sure you are.

When Ally was little
and I'd go out on the road,

she used to cry when I left

and I'd tell myself, "It's okay.

She has her dad."

How do you think Paul was,
as a... as a father?

Classic stage parent.

You know, managing dance lessons,

beauty pageants, singing competitions.

If you want the positive spin...
He was devoted.

And without the spin?

Obsessive.

In what way?

I mean, he can smell weakness.

And as much as he complained about me,

he loved controlling me.

Until he couldn't.

And then he controlled Ally instead.

Did your ex-husband have a... a temper?

Oh, sure.

Paul... could be vicious.

Did he ever hit you?

I'd have to say it was mutual combat.

And what about Ally?

Oh, no way. She was
the center of his world.

He was extremely protective,
very... strict.

In fact, I think I compensated
by being too permissive.

Once, when Ally was 15,

I let her boyfriend stay overnight.

Paul found the boy
in her room the next morning.

He beat that poor kid half to death.

Hm.

Sit tight with the girlfriend.

I'll put a unit outside the
building in case he comes home.

And get a tech in there
to operate the phone trace,

all right?

Where are we?

So, the lab just called.

The prints pulled
from Serena's front door

match Luke Wedman's DMV records.

He was definitely in the apartment.

We got an APB out on his Mercedes.

There has been no activity
with his bank account

since yesterday.

What about Luke's phone?

Oh, Keefer's looking
for pings off the towers,

but nothing so far.

But, I mean, he could've
ditched it, bought a burner.

He's got a 24-hour head start.
He's probably long gone.

Okay. Cast the net wider.

Will do, sir.

So, it seems you've had some issues

with, uh, the men in Alicia's life.

Not really. Just one.

But you know my feelings
about Andy Lippman.

I was right.
I just didn't know how right.

- You guys want some coffee?
- I'm good.

- No, thanks.
- So, how else can I help you?

Why did Alicia take out
a restraining order

against you, Paul?

Oh, that was part of Andy's
publicity crap, you know,

to start the push for the new album

that she hasn't finished yet.

- Hm.
- You know, my daughter is

so talented, but she's
very vulnerable, you know?

She needs a constant
in her life and that's me.

Thought it was Normandy.

No, he had his own interests
to worry about, not hers.

Not a criticism, just a fact.

But, yeah, he was good to her.

Do you remember the kid
that you beat down?

You know, he was staying
over at your house

one night with Alicia, 2009.

You must've been talking to Kat.

We did.

Well, she left out the part that
he was a 19-year-old dope dealer,

messin' with a 15-year-old girl.

Yeah, I should've called the cops.

I mean, he'd still be in jail.

Why didn't you?

I just took care of it myself.

How's she doing?

Uh, she just got her
six-month chip in AA.

- Oh, I'm happy to hear that.
- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe I was with Ally's
mom too long, you know.

I mean, if I'd left sooner,

maybe she wouldn't be
making the same mistakes.

Do you remember where you were
when Billy James was murdered?

Now, this is just
a formality, Paul, so...

No, It's okay. I...

I was at my daughter's hospital.

I was praying by her bedside
that she wasn't gonna die.

Of course, sir.

Um, I think we're good.

Okay, I'll show you guys out.

- Sure.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that was a crazy week.
I had to fire a candy striper

for tweeting about
Alicia Barnes' vitals.

Here we go. May 26th. Paul Barnes.

All right, so he checked in

at 7:35 a.m., left at 9:15 p.m.

He was there that whole time?

I mean, it sounds right.

Every time I looked in on her,
he was there.

I have rounds, so if you need
anything else, you can page me.

- Thanks.
- All right, the log covers

our time window for Barnes,
but 14... 14 hours.

Does that make sense to you?

Hmm, the guy was a smoker.

I smelled it on him every time.

That's a long time to go

without a nicotine fix, right?

So, ODs are usually
treated with sedation,

so he could've slipped out
without Alicia even knowing.

Right.

Hmm.

Maybe the camera will tell us.

Felony.

Low end of the guidelines...
two years, state.

Best the AG's willing to do.

Well, then...

what are we waiting for?

You know drivers who kill women

get 56% longer sentences, statistically?

No deal.

No surprise.

On the night of May 17th,
Graciela Ramirez was walking

to the bus stop to go home after
her shift as a pediatric nurse.

Her own two young children
were home asleep

while her husband, Cesar,
waited up for her.

Meanwhile, Mario Siletti,
the district attorney

of the city and county of San Francisco,

was driving home
from his own birthday party.

Evidence will prove that he celebrated

with an excess of alcohol that
rendered him legally impaired

and that he was also
unlawfully driving a car

under the influence of alcohol

with an expired driver's license
he never bothered to renew.

When Graciela stepped into the crosswalk

that she had used safely for years,

the defendant, who was too drunk
to even notice her,

never even applied his brakes
before he hit her straight-on.

Graciela died as a result
of his unlawful conduct.

Mario Siletti will carry
the memory of the accident

for the rest of his days
on this Earth...

his helplessness, his...

inability to save the victim
as she died in front of him.

But the evidence will show
this was a tragic accident

that could not have been avoided.

Police will testify that he
refused to take a breath test,

that he used his influence
to stall a blood test,

in the hopes that his
blood alcohol level would drop

under the legal limit
to avoid where he sits today.

We will show that Mr. Siletti
was not drunk,

he was not under the influence,
he was not impaired,

he was not speeding,
and he was not negligent.

All he had to do was not drink and drive

and Graciela would be home
with her children right now.

No driver, no matter
how cautious or competent,

could have avoided that accident
on that street

in that poorly lit area,

where there have been
7 accidents in the last 5 years.

No driver could have stopped in time

to avoid hitting the victim,
wearing a dark coat,

talking on her cellphone
when she ran into the street

to try to catch her bus

without looking to see if there
was any oncoming traffic.

The combination
of a distracted pedestrian

and a dangerous intersection
proved deadly that night,

through no fault of Mr. Siletti's.

Let your verdict prove
that the defendant is not

above the laws that he
was elected to enforce.

Find him guilty

of felony vehicular manslaughter
while intoxicated.

We're on.

It's a blocked number.
Let it ring one more time.

Stay relaxed.

Talk as long as you can, okay?

Okay.

Okay. Pick up.

Hello?

Hey, baby.

Hey. Where have you been?
I've been so worried.

I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't get home.

Did anybody come looking for me?

Like who?

I'm in some trouble, Willow.

What happened?

I'll tell you later. I need your help.

Get the cash from under the bed.

Take a taxi. Go to the bus stop

where Revere Avenue runs under
the 280 freeway in Portola.

I'll meet you there and I'll explain.

So, this is real simple,
what you're gonna do...

you're gonna take a cab,
like he told you.

You're gonna wait at the bus
stop until he pulls up

and then we'll be there
before you can get in the car.

No, I can't... I can't do this.

We're not gonna let anything
happen to you, okay?

He's not gonna hurt you again.

He was always sorry.

He'd always make it up to me, you know?

He had a rough time as a kid growing up.

His dad used to beat on him
just for the exercise.

It messed him up.

That's not who he really is.

Let me show you something.

This was Serena Parrish last week.

This is Serena Parrish yesterday

after Luke came to her apartment.

This is who Luke is!

- Okay.
- We'll be there.

He's 25 minutes late.

She keeps lookin' over here.

Come on, Willow. Be cool.

Good line of sight.

Good cover.

Good exit/ entrance options.

Yeah, Luke... Luke picked

a good location, tactically speaking.

If he doesn't like what he sees,

he can just turn around and drive off.

Maybe he already did.

This is 5 Henry 200. Come in.

Go ahead, 5H200.

We're gonna 10-22 at Revere and the 280.

Suspect is a no-show.

Copy that. Understood.

All right, we've been made.

Let's get her home.

The primary point of impact
was the left femoral head,

which caused the pelvis to shatter.

The secondary impact
with the windshield of the car

caused fractures
to the upper extremities,

along with extensive abrasions
and tearing to the face.

The final impact, from the
somersault to the pavement,

off of the hood of the vehicle,

caused the fatal trauma
to the trunk of the body,

rupturing the liver and the spleen,

and cause of death was
internal bleeding.

Was Graciela killed instantly?

No. But based on the extent
of the trauma,

I estimate that death would have
occurred within a few minutes.

Dr. Burnside, you have
no factual knowledge

about the circumstances

of the accident itself, do you?

I confine myself

to what the body of the victim
tells me, sir.

Uh, well, the body didn't
tell you anything

about the cause of the accident, did it?

No.

And the body didn't tell you

about any negligence from
Mr. Siletti, did it?

No.

And the body didn't tell
you whether or not

Mr. Siletti was impaired,
in any way, did it?

No.

Hmm.

You testified that the manner
of death of the victim

was accidental, correct?

- Yes.
- But the cause of death was

blunt-force trauma
by a vehicle, correct?

Yes.

Huh. So your testimony,

in its entirety, is that a pedestrian

was killed by a car.

Is that right?

Yes.

Well, now that we all have
that basic fact cleared up,

thank you, Doctor.

Inspector Edgar Navarro.

Edgar Navarro.

I'm here!

I'm here.

My partner, Inspector Molk,
and I were called

by first responder Officer Flanagan,

who informed us
that Mr. Siletti had refused

both a field sobriety test
and a breathalyzer test

and would not answer
any questions put to him.

When you and Inspector Molk arrived,

was the defendant cooperative with you?

No, he was not.

In what way did he not cooperate?

Mr. Siletti refused to accompany us

for the blood draw until
I used the word handcuffs.

In your law enforcement experience,

do DUI suspects sometimes
try to postpone testing

in order to lower their
blood alcohol levels?

Objection! Calls for speculation
and conclusion, Your Honor.

Sustained.

Inspector Navarro, um, when you observed

Mr. Siletti immediately
after the accident,

did he appear to you to be intoxicated?

No. He did not.

Well, that's all from me, Your Honor.

At the time the defendant's
blood was collected,

his blood alcohol content
measured at .069%.

What is the legal limit
in California for driving?

.08%.

Were you able to determine

the defendant's blood alcohol level

at the time he struck
and killed Graciela?

Objection! Speculation, Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

Yes, I was.

How?

The human body metabolizes
ethanol, on average,

at a rate of .015% per hour.

Using that rate and the elapsed time,

I extrapolated backwards to determine

the defendant's BAC level
at the time of the accident.

Based on that math,
what was the defendant's BAC

at the time of the collision?

.082%.

Dr. Simko, the most you can do

is give us your best guess
about the rate

at which Mr. Siletti
metabolizes alcohol, right?

I used the accepted standard
in my field of expertise,

although, of course, every
individual metabolizes ethanol

at a slightly different rate,
depending on body weight,

recent food and water
consumption, genetics,

health issues, and so on.

So, your answer is no.

You don't know what Mr. Siletti's

actual blood alcohol content was

at the time of the accident, correct?

Yes.

Dr. Simko, you have never
testified for the defense

in any case, at all, have you?

I have not.

No, sir.

The state calls Skylar Jennings.

State your full name for the record.

Skylar Anne Jennings.

Raise your right hand.

Your right hand.

Do you promise to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

Um, I don't... I'm an atheist.

I don't believe in God.

Use the alternate version, Bob.

Do you solemnly affirm
that you will tell the truth,

the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth,

under pains and penalties of perjury?

Yeah, I do.

Please be seated.

Ms. Jennings, where were you

on the night of May 17th
at approximately 11:20?

Um...

Do you need a glass of water?

Ms. Jennings, are you able to continue?

Get medical help in here, quick.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

we're going to adjourn for the day.

We will resume Monday morning 9:00 a.m.

We now stand in recess.

Counselors, in my chambers, please.

Explanation, Counselor?

Your Honor, my witness
must have the stomach flu.

I-I'm sorry, Judge.

Plenty of junkies have passed

through the courtroom
in my day, Ms. Danson,

so don't pop your eyes at me,

like I don't know what I just saw.

The witness is cooperating
to cut herself a deal

on unrelated drug charges, Your Honor.

Is that true?

Ms. Jennings knows details
of the accident

that weren't publicly reported, Judge.

She's a credible witness.

She's a joke.

The two of you need to stop acting

like a couple of wharf cats.

Now, I'm gonna allow you
to recall the witness

on Monday if she's clean and sober

or I will strike her from the list.

Day one and already
this trial is an embarrassment.

I won't have it.

I strongly suggest you try
to work out a plea, Counselors.

It's in everybody's best
interest, including mine.

The AG's willing to take
jail time off the table,

but we can't reduce to a misdemeanor.

No.

Mario.

I want my day in court.

Fine.

I'll see you Monday.

Mario, look, I know that
a felony on your record

will cost you your law license,

but there's more to life than the law.

Like what?

How do I make a living
as a convicted felon?

I wouldn't even be allowed
to get a real-estate license

or sell insurance or be a bank teller.

I could probably wash dogs

if they didn't do a background check.

All right, so we take our best shot.

There's no choice.

Okay. Thank you.

So, hospital security cameras
were a bust.

They only keep footage for a week

- before they dump it.
- That means he could've

left the building
without either of us knowing.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey!

Luke Wedman's been spotted
at Howard High School.

Let's move.

All right, that'll do it for the day!

Let's go! Everybody, off the field!

Move it!

Move!

Luke Wedman!

Put your hands where I can see 'em.

I don't have a gun.

Good to know.

Put your hands on the bench
in front of you.

Put your hands on the back of your head.

Serena called me.

She said she was gonna run a story

on football players
and domestic violence.

She said she had some
police report or something

that I'd hit Willow.

You did hit her...
on more than one occasion.

I know I have anger issues.

I'm ashamed of the things
that I've done, yeah.

I use it on the field.

But when I'm at home
and she starts nagging me

or accusing me of shit,

I can lose it sometimes
when I get stressed.

Oh.

So is that what happened, huh?

Did Serena stress you?

I just went over there to talk to her

so she wouldn't put
my name in the story.

I was even gonna try to pay
her off, if I had to.

She wouldn't listen to me.

So you broke her neck?

No! I didn't!

I got mad and she tried to mace me.

And she bit me!

I just gave her a little push.

And she hit her head.

And that was it.

It was an accident.

If it's an accident, you call 911.

If it's an accident,

you don't leave a woman
to decompose on the floor.

I panicked.

I drove around all night,

trying to figure out what to do.

If she'd just listened to me...

I didn't mean to kill her.

Uh, come on in.

You okay, Lieutenant?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Why?

When Serena, uh, gave you that lead

on Normandy and Luke,
she knew we'd investigate.

It was a good lead.

What's your point?

My point is you shouldn't blame yourself

for what happened.

I shouldn't?

She's dead because...

I didn't keep my mouth shut.

What do you mean?

I'm the one who told Serena

about the domestic-violence call.

She was gonna run a story on it.

That's why he killed her.

Yeah, I know. I know. You're...

trying to figure out
how to ask why I told her.

Why did you?

We were talkin' shop,
you know, socially,

and... I-I don't know.

It was stupid.

Well, you didn't know she'd use it.

Yeah, I sh... I should have.

I mean, that's... that's what she does.

That's...

That's who she was.

Seems like you got to know her
pretty well.

I was starting to.

I was hoping I'd get to know her...

much better.

I'm sorry, Jim.

Thank you, Terry.

Hey, look, it's... it's been a long day.

Why don't you... Why don't
you get out of here?

Yeah.

Have a good night, man.

You too.

Losing that playoff was not
only a blow to Oklahoma fans,

but to an entire a program
that was built from the bottom

all the way to the top echelon
of NFL football.

Looking forward, I don't know about you,

but I can't wait to see the magic

next year's team will show us
on the field.

One thing is certain, Cats
fans... the future is bright.

This is Serena Parrish
with The Parrish Report.

"Add two eggs and beat into mix."

All right.

Can I lick the spoon when you're done?

Sure, if you want to get
salmonella poisoning

for your birthday.

What if it was Jamie and Carl?

I don't see what the big deal is.

Sweetie, if it was
a daytime party, fine,

but we're not having
a nighttime, co-ed sleepover.

Not happenin'.

Besides, I'd have to ask all
of your friends' parents,

and I don't have time to even
make this cake from a box, so...

I told you we should've gotten one

from the grocery store.

Well, we didn't.

What if they left at 10:00?

Maybe it's Dad!

Happy birthday, birthday girl!

Hi, Terry.

Hey.

- What's up?
- Can I open it now?

- Sure.
- Open it up. Go ahead.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God!
- I can't believe it!

- Thank you so much!
- You're welcome so much!

- You deserve it.
- Oh, my gosh.

- I know, right?
- I got to go call Sarah!

Go call Sarah.

An iPad, Terry, seriously?

What? I mean, I checked the Internet.

It's age-appropriate, right?

Right, what about
price-appropriate, though?

I mean, that thing probably costs twice

as much as what I'm giving her

or her grandparents or her father,

assuming he's sober enough

to even remember her birthday at all.

It's okay, all right?

I bought it on sale.
It wasn't that much.

It's not about the money, okay?

I just wish you'd asked me permission

before you decided to go
and impress my daughter.

Okay, cool out, all right? It's a gift.

I was hoping that she would like it.

She likes it. We're good.
Don't overanalyze it.

Last year, you got her a book.

A book, okay?
What's different this year?

Just so you know,

this isn't about
what happened between us.

Of course it is. Come on.

I mean, we had a deal, right?

We're supposed to be
just partners, just friends.

All right, well, you're not acting

very friendly towards me
right now, so...

Stop making this harder, all right?

I'm sorry, all right? I don't pretend

as good as you do, okay?
Everything isn't the same.

The difference is you're sorry

for what happened, and I'm not.

What do you want from me?

I want more, more than this bullshit.

Really? Come on.

Look, do you want me to take it back?

'Cause I can take it... I'll
take it from her right now.

- No! Please. Come on.
- Well, then, what?

What?!

What do I have to do
to get out of this fight?

Easy... one foot in front of the other.

Use the front door.

Go.

All right. I can do that.

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