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Brandi, when are you gonna grow up and stop making life miserable for everyone around you?

James Wiley Shannon.

Husband of Jinx's father of Mary and Brandi.

Spent 30 years on the FBI's most wanted list.

What are these?

Letters I've received from daddy over the last 20 years or so.

You didn't misplace the suitcase, did you?

'Cause that's our whole world.

I'm gonna let you decide who has to pay the price.

Your boyfriend or your sister.

I have the drugs. I'll just get them to you.

When was the last time you saw inspector Shannon?

I love you, you're too good for me.

They picked the wrong girl to abduct. I'll bet you anything she broke his nose.

What happened?

I killed someone tonight, mom.

We'll talk about how Brandi's mess lands on you.

More than likely it's a felony indictment.

And juries just love to hang cops.

What the hell is this? We have a warrant to search the house.

The drugs.

We're done here. All right? It's over.

You think this is over? I'm just getting started.

Since 1970, the federal witness protection program has relocated thousands of witnesses,

some criminal, some not, to neighborhoods all ross the country.

Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute,

distinguishing them from the rest of the general population.

And that is... somebody wants them dead.

Girls, go back inside and get your stuff.

All right, climb out of there. You can help me pack.

O.D., those girls are supposed to be helping out.

And please, you promised you would get rid of this hunk of junk.

Fine. I'll throw it out. Here.

It's just a place, O.D. We're all together.

And that's all that matters. We're all together.

And poor.

Hold on.

Can I help you? Yeah. We need two adjoining rooms.

One if that's all you got.

I'm sorry. We're closed.

Look, mister, we're not here to cause any trouble.

No, I mean we're closed as in out of business.

I see. Yeah.

Look, we just came 2,000 miles in two days. We just need a place to sleep.

Spend the night. Rest up.

Come on. Keep the change.

Come on. Move up and cover my flank.

I don't even know what that means.

Just stay with me.

Well, I don't know what to tell you, brother.

Both of you shut up for a minute.

Spider, I don't like it, man.

We can take it. Dealing weed the rest of your lives.

This is our golden ticket.

This is your ranch, man.

Hopefully they don't tear this place down or burn it down or mow it down.

Damn idiots.

Is this their idea of resting up?

Just call 911, damn it.

O.D., Let it go. Like hell I'm gonna let it go.

This is the only money we got is what the salvage company pays us for the doors and the fixtures.

Just call 911.

Hey, you guys really gotta keep it down...

Lily?

Lily!

Stay awake, baby. Stay awake.

It's okay, Lily. It's okay, stay awake. It's gonna be okay.

Oh, my God.

This is interesting. Listen.

Paper is a natural host, absorbing myriad spores

and other environmental elements throughout its life.

Using modern forensic technology, the criminalist can employ these foreign artifacts

to trace the origin and subsequent journey of a specific sheet or envelope!

Mom, the FBI has been trying to find dad for 30 years.

You really think a greasy piece of paper is gonna lead you to his door?

I'm on to something.

Oh, yes. My name is Brandi Shannon.

Please, I have been on hold for, like, 1/2 hour.

My boyfriend Charles Johnson was killed the day before yesterday.

And I was wondering when I might be able to come down and,

you know... see the body.

What? No, we're not related. I... I just said he's my boyfriend.

Do you date your relatives, Jethro?

Hello? Hello?

You need to work on your people skills.

Morning. Morning.

Sweetie, you're up.

Are you okay? How are you feeling?

I'm... surprisingly okay.

All things considered, amazing what 30 hours of sleep will do for you.

Honey, you're not working today, are you?

No. I'm on administrative leave till I have a psych debriefing.

Just so you know, I'm really sorry.

And I'm gonna pay every penny to fix this house once I get a job.

Thanks.

But no one other than that FBI asshole O'conner is gonna lift a finger to fix this mess.

And mom, you spent enough time with those letters.

I knew you'd obsess over them.

I'm not obsessing.

I just want to hunt down and shoot your deadbeat father.

There's a difference.

Seriously, mom. Please don't let this make you crazy... er.

Uh, hello?

Are you inspector Mann? Yeah.

Hi, I'm Eleanor Prince, your new office administrator, it is so nice to meet you.

I didn't know we were getting an office administrator.

Oh, well, to tell you the truth, it was a little bit of a surprise to me too.

Took the job on the spur of the moment. Totally unlike me.

Would you excuse me? I have to have a word with, uh...

nice meeting you. And you.

What's going on, Stan?

Her name is Eleanor Prince.

She administered FBI hq in Phoenix for eight years.

Her husband was a field agent who got killed last year in an auto accident.

You realize Mary's gonna have a problem with this.

Yeah. It crossed my mind.

You have to get her to accept Eleanor.

Shall I teach her to levitate while I'm at it?

Come on. You know Mary doesn't like new people, or anything else new for that matter.

No, Eleanor's just gonna have to make her bones like everyone else.

Oh, no. What?

One of Mary's witnesses, Lily Adams, was found dead in her house.

So what happens with Mary on A.L.?

You're putting marshall in charge of an investigation into the death of my witness?

Well, uh, yeah.

But I was thinking maybe you could help him out,

in a strictly unofficial advisory capacity, of course.

Then as soon as you're taken off administrative leave, it's all yours.

So I'll be Marshall's helper.

Taking orders from him?

Well, I don't know that I'd characterize it as his helper. I...

Oh, hell yes.

How did she take it? Mad? Really mad?

Fit to be tied furious?

Actually, she sounded happy.

That can't be good.

Just so you know, this whole arrangement... not my idea.

Don't worry about it.

I'm actually looking forward to watching you take charge.

Run the show. Oh, I see.

Go ahead, boss me around a little. You know you want to.

Excellent. Maybe you'd like to share what you know about the witness.

I'd love to share. She was shot by some biker. Survived, obviously.

Ultimately testified against him.

Bitch of it was that night or early the next morning, her husband,

out of the blue, dropped dead of a heart attack. Young guy too.

Jesus. I know. Can you imagine?

Kids. Every day is a gift, Marshall.

Hi, Dershowitz. What brings you?

My own accursed bad luck. Bobby D, my brother.

What the hell was that?

We bonded over your near-death experience.

And you became black in the process?

Honorary. It's very exciting.

I'll bet. Here, put these on. I'll take you in.

Booties!

The son came home from a camping trip and found her and this.

"My dearest children, I know this comes as a shock to you, and for that, I'm deeply sorry.

But I have good reason.

As you know, when you were all little,

I went in search of and ultimately found my own biological family.

What I never told you is that I discovered my birth father had died of Huntington's disease,

a terrible illness for which there is no cure.

I immediately had you all tested, and by the grace of God,

none of you inherited the Huntington's gene.

A few months ago, however, symptoms began to appear.

My doctor confirmed that which I feared.

Please don't despair.

I've lived a blessed life, delightful, really,

and wish to remain in your memories as I am.

Be kind to yourselves and each other.

And if it's not too much trouble, try to look skyward every so often

so that I might see your beautiful faces.

I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. Always and forever, mom."

The Huntington's would explain the laser-printed note and the shaky signature.

CI's haven't determined C.O.D. yet.

She okay?

I'm not sure.

Henry?

I don't know if you remember me. I'm Mary Shepard from the marshals' service.

Yeah, sure.

I'm really sorry about your mom.

Thanks. Henry.

I'm so sorry you had to be the one to find her.

I'm Mary Shepard from the marshals' service.

Yeah, I remember. I'm Angela. This is my sister Amy.

Henry, what happened?

It said she was sick, but she seemed okay to me.

When I left, she was so happy.

She was finally going through all those old boxes of stuff from Arkansas.

Oh, my God. Is that dad's radio?

It is.

You told me he got rid of it.

I thought he did. So did mom.

Um, if you want to see her, I think it'd probably be okay.

Oh, man. Yeah.

So unless the CI's can tell me this is something other than what it seems,

my plan is to get the basic 411 from the family members and then call it.

You're welcome to observe if you want.

I appreciate the courtesy, detective, but Marshall's the man on this one, not me.

Just until she gets off administrative leave.

If you're on A.L. why are you even here?

I'm his helper. Who'd you piss off?

Oh, that's funny.

He's a good guy.

You're in a different kind of mood this morning.

Actually I'm in a really good mood.

Which is kind of weird, considering where I was 48 hours ago.

Then I have a witness off herself.

Like that's not bad enough, I gotta play second fiddle to a knucklehead like you.

Thanks for lumping me in with kidnapping, attempted rape, and suicide.

Can't tell you how much that means.

I don't know. Maybe it's the 30-hour sleep, but other than feeling a little raw,

I'm experiencing the opposite of the usual ptsd symptoms you'd expect from somebody

who went through what I went through.

What do you make of that?

Well, could be a couple of things.

One, this manic mood is in fact a coping mechanism

to mitigate a state of extreme cognitive dissonance.

Blah blah. Bs. Bs. What else you got?

Maybe you're just happy to be alive.

All right, let's go with number two. See how it plays.

Good enough.

So I know Stan put you in a tough spot.

Making you run my case. Hold my hand so I don't wig out.

I'm sorry about the knucklehead remark. You deserve better than that.

An apology? Really? For that weak-ass smack?

My God, what happened to you in that basement?

Hey, wait up. The CI's made their call. Wasn't suicide. She was murdered.

So is the suicide note a fake?

Don't know yet. The CI's found impingement in the exhaust pipe of the wood-burning stove.

You see those smear marks?

Like from a ragor something.

Only there's no rag. Someone plugged the pipe, causing the whole house to fill up with carbon monoxide.

Then after Mrs. Adams expired, unplugged the pipe and opened all the windows.

It could've beenassisted suicide.

Assisting a suicide is still in the books as murder.

Enemies?

No. Everyone loved my mom. She...

did her ceramicsand she helped people.

Did she have a life insurancepolicy?

I don't know about that stuff.

What about a will?

I finally made her DOA will last year.

Do you know what'sin the will?

I have a pretty good idea.

I assume she left the house to Henry.

I told her she should.

Amy has no need for it.

I assumed the housewould be sold and split three ways between us.

What about Henry? Doesn't he live there?

The golden raisin.

What does that mean?

Growing up, we ate oat meal just about every day.

Eventually, we couldn't stand the sight of it.

So my mother would sprinkle golden raisins on it.

To make it more palatable.

It became our family's version of the silver lining.

How does that apply?

This'll finally force Henry to grow up and get a place of his own.

Henry is a self-professed mama's boy.

He always has been.

When amy and I would get into mischief growing up, we always had to hide it from Henry.

'Cause he'd tell mom.

Oh, they were so close.

I honestly don't know what he's gonna do.

Mom and I just really enjoyed each other's company.

Are there any other assets?

Uh, she sold her ceramics to a few local vendors.

She was always scraping to make ends meet.

Most months I had to supplement.

What about your other siblings? Did they supplement too?

Henry doesn't have two nickels to rub together.

And amy's very sweet.

But she can be funny about money.

Money wasn't really an issue. At least we never talked about it.

She was pretty much content with what she had.

And so was I.

Are we gonna be here much longer? 'Cause I have to...

I have to get home to my kids.

I'm sorry. Can I get an aspirin and some water, please?

Did she give you any indication that she was thinking about taking her life?

She knew I would've stopped her.

Jesus, that's sad.

Yeah, it is. You okay?

Yeah, I think so.

So any thoughts?

Yeah, you're doing a hell of a job.

I'm really enjoying watching you work.

What the hell is with you?

We think it's her own brand of ptsd.

Pretty nutty, huh?

Unsettling, I'd say.

So do you like any of them for this?

It's hard to find a motive for murder.

I suppose any of them could've assisted.

When I kill my mother, there'll be no doubt as to who did it.

Mind if I sit in your chair?

Knock yourself out.

I don't know. They've been in the program 17 years.

You ever hear of a witness getting hit 17 years after the fact?

On the other hand, a woman that young, in good health,

and by all accounts good spirits, hardly your typical... kevorkian customer.

Why is my desk over there?

I thought you were gonna say something.

Uh, I forgot to tell you.

We have a new office administrator.

You're gonna love her. Good job.

What did she do?

I'm sorry, Mary. My plan was to call you.

Oh, and this must be inspector Shannon.

I'm... I'm Eleanor Prince.

Nice to meet you. I hear great things.

And I apologize for just barging in, rearranging everything.

I know it was presumptuous.

And I'm sure you and inspector Mann were perfectly happy with the old setup.

But the truth is I didn't wait and ask first because,

well you would've said no and then I would have to waste a lot of time

and energy trying to convince you, and it would've become this whole big thing.

And really, who needs that, right?

Is this a joke?

Anyway, if you don't object, here is what I propose.

If you could just give this setup a week.

Try it on for size. You know, just see how it feels.

And then if you don't honestly think that this is the better arrangement, well then,

we can talk about it. Okay?

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Let's do it this way. You handle the threat assessment,

start with the biker that shot her, and I'll jump into leg work.

Interview neighbors, friends, liaise with Dershowitz.

Sounds like a plan.

Oh, we put the three siblings in the middle daughter's house.

It was safe and big enough for all of them. The kids are there. Just made sense.

Whoa, whoa, hold on a minute. What are you doing?

You're on administrative leave. You can't be running an investigation.

And what are you doing? You're supposed to be handling all this.

Come on, Stan. How long did you think that was gonna last?

Stan, I've got one dead witness and three others who are either suspects or in jeopardy.

I hardly think this is the time to get fussy over bureaucratic bs. Come on.

Well, excuse me, inspector, but what you think or don't think is entirely irrelevant.

And I won't tolerate that tone.

You're on official administrative leave.

Which means you have no standing, no authority as U.S. Marshal.

Consequently no business in this office.

What? Stan, chill.

Now log off and go home. I'll call you when the I.A. investigator gets here.

That'll be all.

You know what, I don't need a week. I've thought about it.

And this isn't better.

Consider me logged off. Have you lost your mind?

Get back here, inspector. You have work to do.

Hey, don't let that get to you.

That was just Stan saving face in front of the new girl in class.

You know he didn't mean it. It's not Stan.

It started with Stan but it's not. It's...

it's something else. Something's... something's happening.

Okay. Well, what do you need? Just tell me what you need. Can you do that?

All right, well, let's just walk. As far as you need. We'll walk it off.

Oh, man. Oh, man. Oh, man.

What is it? Try to tell me.

Happy feeling's all gone. Something's wrong.

Something's definitely wrong. Like, broken.

No, it isn't. After the kind of or deal you went through, happy is wrong.

This is how you're supposed to feel.

Your brain's all jumbled up trying to sort things out.

Try to roll with it. Let it do what it needs to do.

Just let it flow, like a river.

Can I get you anything, chief?

No. No, thank you.

Sir, you didn't do anything wrong. They... they were both out of line.

Ms. Prince, when I came to this office ten years ago,

I had twice as many inspectors handling half as many witnesses, and it was still too much.

Which is why I'm so grateful you're here.

And I hope you won't take this the wrong way,

but when I want an opinion on matters concerning my inspectors, I'll ask.

Okay? Okay.

You sure I can't get you anything?

Uh, yeah. Cup of coffee would be great.

If my mother ever saw how we're living, oh, she'd have a stroke.

Mary. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Why is it so dark in here?

Well, we're less tragic in the dark.

Second bottle, mom?

For those keeping score.

Second bottle's witty, ironic Jinx. You want to be gone by number three.

Say no more. And you go to bed.

Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, I'm fine.

I know, and you need to remember that.

Whatever's happening inside your head needs to happen.

Just let it flow. Be the river.

Don't be a retard. I can't be the river.

You can be the river.

Okay, but not today. Tomorrow I'll be the river.

Atta girl. Call if you need me. Aye aye.

Mom, what's happening here?

You went in my room and got the letters?

I couldn't help it.

How would you feel if you found out he was writing me all these years?

Honestly I don't even know how I feel about him writing me all these years.

Hey, Mare.

I know that this is a ridiculous favor to ask, especially in light of everything,

but, um, is there any way that you could help me get into the morgue to see Chuck tonight?

No. Please.

I need to see him before he gets shipped back to New Jersey.

By cannon, I hope.

This is mary.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Look, don't wait for me.

Have the security detailbring you to the hospital. I'll meet you there.

bp 90 over 50. Pulse 110 and sketchy. Blood-ox 88 and falling.

Paraesthesia of the skin and mouth. Shortness of breath.

What happened?

A couple hours ago she had a headache.

And then she said her lips and her fingers were tingling.

And I tried to get her to eat something, but she was having a hard time swallowing.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

Get a cpc, chest x-ray, start a liter of saline and intubate.

You two need to wait outside.

Okay, come on. Amy. Amy. We're right here, ange. Come on.

We need to get a line in her to intubate, excuse me.

We have Angela heavily sedated and are moving her into quarantine.

At this point, we can't tell if what she has is bacterial, viral, or environmental.

Is she going to die?

I don't know. She's in extreme cardiac distress.

Her blood work shows elevated alkaloids.

That could be a cause or a symptom.

I'll keep you posted. Thank you.

Yeah. You sure about this? Okay, thanks.

That was the M.E.

Lily Adams died from a lethal combination of carbon monoxide and a toxin called aconitine.

What's that? I don't really know.

The M.E. says it's an alkaloid. Causes numbness, cardiac and respiratory failure.

And it's not something that people are exposed to accidentally.

She was poisoned.

I was just about to call you.

Lily Adams was poisoned. Something called aconitine.

They're testing Angela for it as we speak.

I'll see your poison and raise you one suspect.

The biker who shot Lily served ten years, got out, and immediately moved to Albuquerque.

The hits just keep on coming.

Can I help you? Yeah.

What's that smell?

Sage. We just finished up a little family smudging ceremony.

Nice.

And we're U.S. Marshals.

Mind if we ask you a few questions?

Come on in. Thanks.

Coming, moonbeam? Yeah.

Sorry about the sea songs.

My little boy can't fall asleep without migrating whales.

You know Lily Adams?

Of course. Was she ok?

She was found dead this morning.

You know anything about that?

Oh, no. How?

For the time being, it's probably best if you let us ask the questions.

Ah, man. She'll be missed.

Seems like an odd sentiment for the woman who sent you to prison.

Lily didn't send me to prison.

My own stupid actions did.

Lily changed my life.

How did she change your life?

Well, I was two years into a ten-year bit.

Raging at the world, angry as hell.

One day they told me I had a visitor.

Lily came to see you in prison?

She told me she wanted me to know that...

She forgave me.

Anyway, she turned my life completely around.

I mean, we started writing letters.

She, uh, she spokeat my parole hearing.

She actually helped me getset up here in albuquerque.

Can you account for your where abouts the last couple of days?

Yes, I was at an intimacy workshop at Corona Del Sol.

You can check my travel receipts if you want.

We'll let you know.

When was the last time you saw her?

I don't know. Couple weeks ago, I guess.

She, uh...

she makes the ceramic bells for the wind chimes that I sell.

They're beautiful.

Is there anyone from your former life who could be holding a grudge against the family?

So somebody killed her?

We believe so.

I'll be damned.

She got the gold.

Excuse me?

On the night I shot Lily,

we had a bag of a couple'a hundred uncirculated St. Gauden's gold coins

that we jacked from this guy outside of Seattle.

Depending on the year and the mint state, they could be worth anywhere from 4,000 to 50,000. Each.

Guy was a chemist. He was a genius with psychoactives.

Anyway, one night we were all ripped,

and he trots out these sealed plastic cases full of gold coins.

Said he bought 'em from a european collection.

Said they were cursed.

You have to wonder what kind of genius flashes his gold to a bunch of wasted bikers.

I take it you were not deterred by the legend of the curse.

Not hardly.

But two days later, my brother, the one who actually nabbed the coins,

he went to bed with a headache...

and woke up dead.

So what makes you think Lily got the gold?

We stashed it at her motel.

Couple days after the shooting, one of my guys went back to get it, and it was gone.

So either he took it, or lily's family took it.

I can't believe you're accusing us of stealing millions of dollars in gold.

Or worse, killing our mother for it.

With our sister lying there in a coma.

All right, keep your voices down. No one's accusing you of anything.

Just following upon a lead.

Well, maybe you should follow one that has something to do with finding who's trying to kill our family.

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, chief.

Excuse us for a minute.

I have to get home to my kids.

We'll have a marshall take you in a minute.

Before you say anything, I know I shouldn't be here, but they called and I had to come down.

No, no, that's not why I'm here. In fact, after you... left,

I called DC and got an exigent circumstance dispensation so you cold work the case.

They just came through with the approval.

If you think you're up to it.

Yeah.

Working the case might be the only thing I'm up to.

Does that mean I'm not the boss of her anymore?

Afraid so. Thank God.

Also, Mary, I think I could've handled things a little better.

No. Don't worry about it. I was out of line.

So we're good? Yeah.

Oh, man. Must've dozed off.

Yeah, about six hours ago.

Really? Sorry.

Some crazy dreams. Like Lewis Carroll Crazy.

It's all part of the reboot.

All right, enough with the "let your brain be a peach."

River. Whatever. I just want me back.

This is Marshall.

I got that out of my P.O. box this morning.

"Dear robert, I hope this letter finds you well.

Please don't be alarmed by receiving a letter in the mail from me.

That's just stuff from her to me. Go down a couple paragraphs.

Honestly, I never quite believed the story you told me about the gold you hid at our motel in Arkansas.

So you can imagine my surprise finding a bag full of gold coins

hidden in the back of an old radio that belonged to my husband.

This key goes to a locker at the easy storage on route 47.

Inside, I've left a share of the coins for you."

She just goes on to say that she sent similar letters to her kids.

So why call us? Why not just go get your share?

I don't want any part of this.

That stuff has some serious bad juju.

You gotta warn her kids. If you don't, I will.

There it is.

Oh, man. With that kind of money, I could buy Jinx and Brandi houses.

Whoa, don't touch it. Why? You afraid of the curse?

No, that. 100 to 1 it's aconitine.

Lily divvied up the coins. That's how it got in her system.

I need to open all of the lockers rented to Lily Adams.

18, 19, 20. I'll do it.

Three kids, three empty lockers.

We need all your security cam footage for the past three days.

I'm almost done downloading the security cam footage.

Take a look at this. What is it?

It's the 4-1-1 on the guy your biker stole the coins from.

Christian Jennings, phd.

Born May 1944. Died October '01.

Awarded 17 patents for biochemical compounds.

From '81 to '88, he worked for the army's chemical weapons program.

Sounds like a guy who might think coating coins with poison to punish would-bethieves was a good idea.

All right, here we go.

That's Angela.

And that's Angela exposing herself to aconitine.

That's Angela taking Amy and Henry's share of the gold.

Well, that explains why Henry and Amy didn't get sick.

Where'd the gold go? Keep scanning.

And that's Amy.

She must've slipped out the back of her house, dodged the security detail, and come here.

How'd she get that key?

They weren't poisoning each other for the gold.

The gold was poisoning them.

Henry, it's Mary.

Listen carefully, have you or amy handled any of the coins?

How many times do you have to hear it? We don't know anything about any gold.

They're coated with poison, Henry.

That's how it got into Angela's system.

And if you or Amy touched them, you've been poisoned too.

Amy's not answering.

Oh, God. Amy's at home with her kids. She has the coins.

Amy's at her housewith her kids.

Amy! U.S. Marshals! Open up!

Amy! U.S. Marshals!

Ashley! Tyler! Marshall!

Amy! Amy!

Find the kids. That poison's 100 times more lethal in children.

This is Detective Robert Dershowitz of Albuquerque PD, I've got a medical emergency.

Where are you?

10, 9, 8, 7,

6, 5, 4, 3...

Ashley. Tyler. Ambulance is on the way.

Ready or not, here I come.

Found you!

Tyler!

No! Don't touch that! No fair! Finders keepers.

Finders keepers I know. Did you touch those coins? No.

Did you? Did you touch them? No.

Okay, okay.

I'm gonna get you guys some chocolate coins instead.

Our mom doesn't let us have chocolate.

How ironic. Come on, let's get out of here.

Come on, kiddo. Come on.

All right, thanks, Eleanor.

It turns out the coins came from a collection stolen by the nazis in 1939.

The state department says it goes back to the heirs of the original owners.

How's she doing?

Doctor said she's gonna be okay.

Kids are fine too. Zero exposure.

Thank you, God.

I'm so sorry.

When mom's letter came in the mail, I raced over as soon as I read it.

I didn't want her to die. But I was too late.

She left a note in the front entry warning whoever came in about the gas.

So I pulled the ragout of the stove pipe, opened the windows...

and then...

I just sat with her. For a long time.

And that's when you realized that if you took Henry and Amy's letters,

that they'd never know about the gold. You could take it all.

It wasn't that, was it?

She meant so much to us.

After dad died, she just... did everything.

And I just... wanted us to appreciate that.

Her.

Before we alllost our minds over a bunchof stupid coins.

I told Amy about them when I thought I was dying.

And you wrote the letter that was found with your mother so Henry and Amy would know why she did it.

None of us knew about the Huntington's.

How'd the coins wind up in the radio in the first place?

Angela and I took 'em from the bikers.

We put 'em there as a prank.

We thought it would be funny when dad saw it.

But then mom got shot before he saw them.

After mom's surgery, dad went back to the motel to finish packing.

That must've been when he found them and packed the radio with the coins inside in the box.

I wish I could've seen her face when she found that note.

What note?

He stuck a note to the radio that said,

"here's your golden raisin. Love, O.D."

He wrote that sweet note having no idea he'd been poisoned.

That he'd never get to share the surprise with her.

So are we out of trouble at this point?

I honestly have no idea what to even charge you with.

Thank you.

My addled brain tries to connect the dots, wondering how it is we've come to this place.

Cold, stark, blue light lodging indifferent to hope, desire, love,

lacking all but the most basic amenities.

Poor Chuck. So many plans.

If I had known how all this is gonna turn out...

I would've killed you myself.

Just thought that you should know that.

Have a nice trip back to New Jersey.

Perhaps this stainless steel and formaldehyde rest stop stands as a postmortem reminder.

What? What's the matter?

You look really pretty tonight, mom.

Thank you.

A kind of finger-wagging, refrigerated warning hung for all to see.

All done.

Let's go.

Let's go.

For those inclined to feed the bears, beat the light, traverse thin ice,

run with scissors, get-rich quick,

here, but for the grace of God goes you.

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