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of the tenth annual
Chili Chow Down

and chow down they are.

Is everybody having fun
out there?

These guys and gals
are professionals.

Don't try this at home, please.

Look at them go, huh?

That must be a good feeling,
all day-- my gift to you.

Barry Rosen, the champion...

looks like he's taking a break.

He might not make it.

He's falling back.

He's drinking a little water,
he's coming back to it.

And he's back in.

That's a champion for you.

Look at him go.

Oh, man, he's really

pouring it on now!

There he's going,
there he's going.

There's the tilt.
The bowl tilt!

Oh, my God,

look at him go.

Oh, and it's over!

Barry Rosen has done it!

$5,000 for one and a half
gallons of my world-famous chili

in the record time
of nine minutes
and 23 seconds.

Barry Rosen,
everybody.

Uh, uh, thanks.
Thank you.

I just want to...

I, uh...

I don't, uh...

Uh...

Barry?

Somebody call 911.

Mr. Rosen, you should be in bed.

Getting your stomach pumped
takes a toll on the body.

Do you know what went wrong?

It appears you had a swelling
in your throat,

restricting your ability
to breathe.

Your chart said that you ate
a gallon and a half of chili?

I do it all the time.

Nothing like this
ever happened before.

But I feel okay now.

Maybe for now, but your
cholesterol is tipping 260.

Your hypertensive.

A heart attack or stroke
seems imminent

and with your body type
and your family history,

the first one will
probably kill you.

I'm 26.

You could be dead by 27.

I don't like scaring
my patients,

but you need to stop eating
ike this

immediately.

We'll also start you
on blood pressure meds.

Then what?

Then we'll see.

I'll have a nurse come in
and discuss a follow-up.

All right, you had me till the very end.
What?

What does TTYL mean?

Talk to you later.

Oh.

I learned it from Sophie.
But she's seven.

You want to know
who taught it to her?

Who?
My mom.

Great. What do we got?

Barry Rosen, 26, single,
lives with his brother

and was admitted here

after passing out
in an eating contest.

An eating contest?

Yes.
As in stuff your face
with a hundred hot dogs

and watch yourself on U-Tube?

Well, this time it
was chili, but, yes,

and he had $5,000 in winnings
when he was admitted.

Okay, so maybe someone spotted
the money and targeted him,

like a patient or an orderly?

I'm thinking someone from the
contest followed him here.

Okay, who called it in?

The hospital's social worker.

Barry left before
he was discharged,

so she called the brother,
and when the guy

didn't show up to the house,
she called the police,

and of course they called us.

This just came back,
Agent Delgado.

Mr. Rosen's stomach contained one
ounce of sodium hypochlorite.

What's that?

Household bleach.

Have you treated

anybody else from the contest?

No, but if they haven't been
treated by now, they're dead.

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Mr. Rosen?

Barry fixed this last week.

I'm really bad at this stuff.

Mr. Rosen, we really need
your focus over here.

I'm sorry. It's just...

Someone poisoned him?

It appears that way, yeah.

Now was your brother
having problems

with any of his competitors
that you know of?

No, he never mentioned anything.

Any change in his behavior?

I don't know, um...

kind of paranoid.

Barry?

Get off me!

What's your problem!

You said you were working
the late shift!

You coulhave killed me.

I didn't know it was you.

What are you doing here?

A fire sprinkler
went off at work

and drenched the place.
They sent us all home.

I can finish updating the server

from here anyway.

I thought maybe
when I finished,

we could run level
nine of Colossus.

You go ahead without me.

I ran level eight without you.

So?

So? You're never around anymore.

We barely talk and now

you're sitting
around in the dark

with a knife?
What's going on with you?

It's nothing, okay?

Geez, just leave it alone.

Barry?

If you want, maybe I
could order us a pizza.

You don't need my permission
to order a pizza, right?

Right, I know.

If you want to start level nine,
I'll be there in a minute.

Great.

I'll get it set up.

This person that
he was afraid of,

any idea who it was?

I have no clue.

Since he started this eating
business, we don't really talk

likee used to.

How long ago was that?
Six months.

He used toe a fact checker
at a publishing company.

But he quit once he
started the eating.

And how'd he get into that?

This bar next to his office
offered a free meal

to anyone who could
finish a 64-ounce steak.

Barry did that no problem
and took it from there.

So if he doesn't talk to you
anymore, who does he talk to?

Well, he's always chatting
with people online.

It used to be about the trains,

but now I guess he talks
about the competition.

Hmm.
Is this all his?

It's ours.

Is this an authentic

River Aussie Cab Forward?

Yeah.

We found that on eBay.

It took us like three years.

Then Barry got into eating.

I wish he'd stayed
with the trains.

Taylor.

Que pasa?

I can make it at 4:00.
Okay, bye.

What did you see on the hospital
security footage?

Nothing, but I did find out
that one of the cameras

was down in the service
entrance.

Okay, so where are we
with Rosen's competitors?

Well, we're still
tracking them down.

Some of them already left to
the next UOCE event in Austin.

UOCE?

I'm not even going to guess.

Universal Organization
of Competitive Eating.

You have to go to the Web site.

Does it say anything about
poisoning the competition?
No.

You know, I'm
starting to think

that this whole thing
isn't about money.

I mean, most of the prizes,

they're not more than
a couple hundred bucks.

Well, if it's not about money,

why do they do that
to their bodies?

Actually, some of the
competitors are pretty fit.

The world champion is a
165-pound Japanese guy

that can eat 69 hamburgers
in eight minutes.

While millions of people around
the world are starving.

Well, some guys hit baseballs,

we find missing people,
they eat.

Everyone's got to have
a talent, right?

Well, um, maybe
not a talent.

Perhaps therapy.

Listen to this.

Half the country overeats
because of some psychic wound.

It's easier to eat than

to actually deal
with your emotions.

All of this, according
to a Val Sharpe,

author of A Profile
on Competitive Eaters.

"The Bottomless Pit?"
Mm-hmm.

This came out the day
before he disappeared.

Let's bring her in.

I talked to his brother
this morning.

He said something about
Barry being poisoned?

Well, it's not exactly
clear what happened,

but they found bleach
in his food.

In your research, have you
ever come across

anything like this before?

No.

How long have you known Barry?

About a month.

I was going to write
this 500-word piece

about the freak show
of competitive eating,

but then I got to know Barry

and he made me look
at it differently.

How's that?

He's a really sweet guy.

What he excels at puts his life
struggle front and center.

His psychic wound?

I read your article.

So then you know his thing
about trains, right?

And now eating.

It's all about consumption.

They're all just ways to avoid
the real problem.

Which in Barry's case is what?

He wouldn't tell me.

But?

I think I might know

why somebody would want
to poison him.

I'm just saying that
if somebody comes over here

and yells at you for eating
a hot dog with ketchup,

like some sort
of uncivilized yahoo,

I cannot be held responsible.

I can't help it.
I hate mustard.

I can't help for judging you for hating mustard.

And I judge you harshly.

I'm turning this
tape recorder on now,

so try to act
professional.

Seriously, I thought
we were done.

There's one more thing
I want to clear up.

This will just take a sec.

Okay.

You ready?
Go.

I know you don't want
to talk about this,

but I need to go over the whole
cheating issue again.

I told you before
that it's a lie.

Well, my source claims

that you cheat in most
of your competitions.

I'm not going to dignify
that with a response.

I think that if you actually

take competitive eating
seriously,

you might want to respond
officially for the record.

I do take it seriously.

It's who I am.

You're not born
a competitive eater.

Why choose to do that?

So we're back to what's
my psychic wound.

I'm just trying to
understand you, Barry.

I'm good at eating
and I like to win.

That's why I do it.

Nobody asks Tiger Woods
why he plays golf.

I think Tiger Woods seems
happy when he wins.

Oh, okay, I get it.

I shouldn't have said that.

You know, you don't need me.

Just write that we're all fat,
miserable slobs.

That'll make good copy.

That was the last time
I talked to him.

I called him to apologize,
but he never called me back.

Does anyone corroborate
Barry's cheating?

Nope. Why?

Well, you pressed the issue,
so whoever accused him,

must have been very convincing.

We're going to need
to know who that is.

I can't reveal a source,
you know that.

This isn't Valerie Plame,

so come on.

It was Gus Black.

So, Mr. Black,

you're quite
a sore loser.

How's that?

Well, Barry Rosen won contests
all over the country,

but the only time

he was ever accused
of cheating

was when he was
competing against you.

I was trying to psyche him out.

Mohammad Ali talked trash

about every opponent
before a big fight.

Mohammed Ali?

Yes.

You know, last I checked,

Ali didn't have to poison
George Foreman

to win the Rumble in the Jungle.

Last time I saw him,
he was fine.

Fine? He was unconscious
in the ambulance.

I meant alive.

He was alive in the ambulance.

Well, if he ends up dead

you're going to be
facing murder charges.

Now I don't know
if they hold

eating contests in Sing Sing,

bu hey, I'd be glad
to step out and make the call.

Okay.

Okay what?

Some people were making
online bets.

Barry was the
heavy favorite,

and he agreed
to throw the match.

It was all going fine,
and then at the last moment,

everything changed.

"Barry trains with
a laser-like focus

and a brutal determination to win."

Very nice.

What did you do,
pay her off?

I talked to her
for like three hours.

She doesn't mention me one time.
All right, we're all set.

My cousin and his friends
placed their bets online.

Start pulling back at the five-minute mark,
Gus will take the lead.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

You think five minutes
is too late?

No, it's not that.

I'm not sure I can go
through with this.

You gave me your word.

I shouldn't have.

It's cheating.

Of course it's cheating,
you moron.

That's why it's so
freaking profitable.

I can't do it.

Hey, there are a lot of people
in on this now.

I have no idea what they'll do
if it doesn't go as planned.

Listen to me, all right?

You're going to drag your
fat ass up on that stage

and lose,
you got that?

I'm not doing it.

Monty panicked,
he bleached Barry,

to make sure that
he would lose.

You knew that

and you didn't
do anything to stop it?

I wanted to win.

How did Monty react when
Barry didn't take the fall?

Put it this way,

when they were taking Barry
away in the ambulance,

Monty said he hoped the kid
never woke up.

Monty's World Famous Chili.

Aren't you the guy that
does those commercials

where you lock up the secret
ingredient in a safe?
Yeah.

Yeah, I love those commercials.

Thanks.

I think the buying public

would be very
interested to know

that the secret
ingredient is bleach.

There was a huge crowd there.

Anybody could have done that.

Yeah, but you're
the only one

who had 25 grand on the line.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I run a restaurant, that's all.

Well, here's a record of your
money being transferred

to your cousin's
real estate account,

and your cousin making
a matching withdrawal.

What do you think
he's going to say

when we ask him
where the money went?

Do you think he's
willing to risk

his real estate license
to save your ass?

Huh?

I just wanted to slow him down,
that's all.

Slow him down?
You forced him into a scam,

and when he tried to get out,
you tried to kill him.

I didn't force Barry
into anything.

I watrying to help him.

He came in a couple days
before the contest.

Hey, Barry.

Come say hello.

You want some appetizers?

It's on me.
No, no, thanks.

I'm just waiting to sign the
qualifying form for the contest.

Do you know if there's an
opening in the Philly Wing Bowl?

Uh, the guy from UOCE will be
here later, I can ask him.

Okay.

Okay, wh's up?

You don't look so good.

Do you know how many contests
there are in the next week?

Like maybe five, why?

I need to enter all of them.

You could get real hurt
doing that.

Yeah, I could get
hurt a lot worse

if I don't come up
with some money.

Holy...

Who did this?

Are you going to help me or not?

I don't know,
how much do you need?

I need $10,000.

Uh...

There is an opportunity
I've been considering.

What is it?

You'd have to do your part.

I'll do anything.

And he was all on board up
till the minute he backed out.

Okay, how about victimizing
freaks and geeks?

Like I said,
he needed the money.

For what?

I don't know.
If he was so
desperate for the cash,

why did he change his mind?

I wish I knew.

I'm sure my cousin
and his friends

would like the answer
to that, too.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.

Write down a list

of everybody who knew
about the bet.

Oh, and you're under arrest.

I told you I didn't do
nothing illegal.

You poisoned Barry Rosen,
that's attempted murder, genius.

Hey.

No, no, no, what's up
with the hand, man?

How are you, man?

Pretty good, not too bad.

You look, uh,

healthy.
What can I say?

Thanks for meeting me here.

You know, I would have
gone to your office,

but me and Elena,
we ain't too amiable these days.

Right, I didn't,
I didn't know that.

She doing okay?

Yeah, you know,
she's busy,

she's Elena.
Work, Sophie, work.

Sophie's gotten so much bigger

since the last time
you saw her, man.

She's beautiful,
like her mother.

I'm sure.

That's actually what I want
to talk to you about.

What, about Elena?

No.

My custody
agreements, man,

are being reviewed.

I need letters of references,

you know, that
I'm still working,

that I'm a good daddy,
yada, yada, yada.

Look, I already wrote that
letter three years ago, Carlos.

No, I know, exactly.

That's why I'm
asking, you know?

I know you're busy, so I
figured I'd update the letter,

and then you could just sign it.
It would just take two seconds.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's because of Elena?

No.

You and me,
we go back ten years.

I know, but right now,
I see Elena every day at work,

and I don't want
to complicate things.

You're resigning
the letter

you wrote for me
in the first hearing.

Come on.

Okay, send me the letter
and I'll look at it.

Love you.

You look great.

So do you.
Stay...

Okay.

Barry had about 200 online
friends, so it took a while

to go through them all.

This is the one
I wanted you to see.

Rosen sent her a request

to chat three weeks ago.

This is one
of their first chats.

References to sex and payment?

She could be a prostitute.

You got a last name?

No, we could subpoena Friends
Block for account info,

but it's most likely bogus.

I know mine is.

Does it say when they last met?

Last week at a bar in Midtown
called Michael's.

Okay, any post since then?

No, neither of them
have signed on to the site

since Barry disappeared.

Hmm.

Hey.

My lawyer just sent me
a list of people

writing support letters
for Carlos,

and that's your
name right there.

Look, I was going to talk
to you about this.

It's none of your business,
Danny, so why you taking sides?

I'm not taking sides, Elena.

But this is a reference letter
for the custody review.

What review?

He's suing me
for sole custody, okay?

I didn't know that.

He probably wants you

to say that I work too much,

that I don't take care
of Sophie.

You know that I would never say
anything that's not true.

But it's going to look true,
Danny, because you see me

calling my mother, asking her
to watch Sophie, right?

You've seen me calling Sophie
with the phone

and singing to her,

because Mommy's going
to be too late

and she's not going
to get home.

Why? Because I'm here working.

So it can be true, Danny.

Listen, he's going to make it
seem however he wants.

You know this guy.

Nobody's going to take Sophia
away from you.

We don't know that.

It's my lawyer.

What's this all about?

Have you seen this guy?

Well, I've only ever
seen him once.

What about her?

Hard to say.

You know what,

why don't we continue this
conversation downtown?

All right, all right,
Ivy and some of her friends

work this lounge because of the
hotel across the street.

So I take it

that Barry is one of her johns?

I guess, but...

But what?

Well, it's just that Ivy usually
introduces herself here.

She chats the guy up
for a few minutes

and then they go get a room.

This guy came in with her and
they just sat there talking.

I guess that was the problem.

Club soda?

You should try to
loosen up a little.

Well, my mom was
an alcoholic,

so I try to stay away
from the stuff.

A little too much
information, sweetie.

Maybe next time

just say you have
to get up early.

I thought you said I was
supposed to be less shy,

reveal more.

I meant talk about yourself in
a more positive, confident way.

You're doing fine.

So is this guy

that's been putting ideas
in your head?

Uh, Barry, I'll talk
to you later, okay?

Barry, is it?

Leave her alone,
we're just talking.

She doesn't have time
for talking.

Now you give me cash and go get
a room, or take off.

What's it going to be?

Derrick, he's my friend,
all right?

I won't take money from friends.

That's not your choice
to make, cupcake.

Now come on, you're going

to go make me my money
back right now.

Let her go.

Aw! What are you doing?

Stop!

All right, that's it,
I'm calling the cops.

I own her.

You tell her different,

I'll kill you.

What about this Derrick
character,

what do you know about him?

Nothing.

And what about Ivy?

Surprisingly popular.

How about something helpful?

Her last name's Morris.

Ms. Morris, FBI, open up.

Go ahead.

Ms. Morris, this is the FBI,
we're coming in.

One down.

Have you had any noise
complaints recently?

Anyone who may have heard
what went on in here?

No, sorry.

We have a
witness who saw

Mr. Rosen and this guy
get into a fight.

Got any idea what

that might be about?

I can take a guess.

Your guy Rosen seemed desperate
to get Ivy to quit hooking.

Are you okay?

I just get really sick
of my job sometimes.

You should quit.

I can't quit.

I owe my pimp, Derrick
$10,000

for paying off
my credit cards.

Maybe you could pay him back
some other way?

You don't know Derrick.

He's not going to let me out
of his sight until I'm paid off.

What if I could get you
the money?

Are you serious?

Yeah.

Then you would officially be
the greatest guy I ever met.

And is that the last time
you saw him?

No, he was here two nights ago.

All I saw was him going
to Ivy's apartment.

Does Ivy have any friends
or family in the area

that you know about?

Her mother lives down
in Jersey City.

All right, uh, thank you.

If Ivy or her friend killed
Derrick,

they're going
to jail, right?

Most likely, why?

That's too bad.

The way Derrick knocked Ivy
around, he deserved it.

Preliminary forensics
on Ivy Morris' apartment.

Does anything point to who
killed Derrick Hammond?

No, listen,
I used to see this
in Vice all the time.

The guy falls in love
with a hooker, right?

Tries to be her prince

and then tries to get her
out of the life.

So it smells to me like,
I don't know,

Viv, I'm thinking it's Barry.

Yeah, but why would he not just
throw the eating contest

and give her the money?

Carlito.
Hey, hey.

I want to thank you
for the letter, bro.

I'm not signing
that letter.

Because you're a liar.

I work with her.
Did you really think

that I wasn't going to find out
that you were lying?

Man, whatever Elena says,
she's exaggerating, okay?

I told you not to get me
involved.

Why are you taking her side?

Why are you doing this?

Because it's what's best
for Sophia.

Don't use Sophia to get back
at Elena foreaving you.

It's wrong.

Whatever reasons
I have,

they're none
of your business.

Carlos, don't do it.

Oh, man, she's getting to you,
huh?

Stay away from her.

You stay away from her.

PD just found Ivy Morris
hiding out at her mom's.

Any sign of Rosen?

No, but she looks like
she'd been in a fight.

And do you remember
how much he won in
that eating contest?

About five grand, right?

Exactly five grand.

That's how much she had
in her purse.

Where's Barry Rosen?

I don't know.

How come you have his money?

He gave it to me
to help pay a friend.

Who?

The dead pimp in your apartment?

I think you used Barry.

I think you used him

to do your dirty work,

and then you got rid of
him to keep his money.

Either way, whether you killed
Derrick or he did,

at the very least
you're an accessory to murder.

Barry didn't do anything.

I didn't have a choice.

Derrick was going to kill me.

If it was self-defense,
why'd you run?

I've seen what they do to wives
who fight back.

They go to jail.

You think anyone cares
about a prostitute?

Doesn't explain
what happened to Barry.

I swear, I wouldn't hurt him.

He's my friend.

Who paid for sex.

It wasn't about that.

He wanted to learn how to be
around women so he could date.

You know, like when
to pay the bill

or move in
for the first kiss.

And he needed a hooker
to teach him that?

He said he didn't know
who else to turn to.

He was self-conscious
because of his size.

I guess that's one
of the reasons

he felt comfortable with me.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Two days ago.

He'd just been to the hospital.

So you just left?

Barry, what that doctor
said is serious.

I know.

I just figured if I'm going
to keel over tomorrow,

I better give you this first.

How much is here?

$5,000.

I'm sorry it's less
than you owe Derrick,

but it should help you
pay him back.

I can't believe this.

Where did you get

all of it?

The competition.

I was going to throw it
and get more,

but I couldn't get Val's
voice out of my head.

You mean that reporter?

Yeah.

The last time we talked,
she accused me of cheating.

I guess I didn't want
to disappoint her.

So that's why you came to me.

To learn to be with her.

Maybe.

But it doesn't matter anyhow.

Like she could ever be
interested in me.

I live with my brother

in the same house I grew up in,

and I haven't had a real date
since junior prom.

Barry, none of that matters.

Did you tell her
how you feel?

No.

Well, you need to.

Well, I can't.

Why?

I lied to her about some things.

Then you need
to tell her the truth.

He was really upset.

I don't think I helped him.

Now he said that he had lied
to Ms. Sharpe.

Do you have any idea
what that's about?

He wouldn't tell me.

Do you think he took your advice
and told her?

I don't know, but I dropped
Barry at her apartment myself.

I haven't seen
or heard from him since.

Any news about Barry?

Hello?

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I'm sorry.

Well,??????/

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who told you that?

It doesn't matter.

You withheld information
from us.

I didn't think his visit
was pertinent.

Well, you should let us decide
what's pertinent

if you want to continue
with your career.

This isn't about my career.

Then what's it about?

He came and confessed to you
that he lied, right?

Yes.

About what?

It doesn't have anything to do
with what's happening...

I already told you,
that's not for you to decide.

Okay, listen,

you may think that you're
protecting your friend,

but if you really want
to help him,

you're going to have
to start talking to us.

When he showed up at my
apartment, he was really upset

and I thought
he could use some air,

so we went to this cafe to talk.

Just tell me what's wrong.

You remember when we talked
about why I competitive eat?

And I said I did it because
it made me feel good.

Yeah.

And you didn't believe me.

No, it's not that.

I-I just thought it was
more complicated.

I guess you were right-- it is.

Some stuff happened to me
when I was a kid.

I'm glad you had
a good time.

Who the hell are they?

My sister's kids.

She drops them off sometimes
without telling me.

So I'll see you again
really soon, okay?

Oh, yeah.

You're supposed to be
up in your room.

I had to watch
something for school.

Well, take your brother
upstairs.

I got someone else
coming in 15 minutes.

Why is this empty?

Did you drink this?

Not all of it.

It tasted so gross

I poured the rest
down the sink.

Okay...

There's a coffee cake
in the fridge.

Just take that,

and take your brother

and whatever else you want
upstairs to your room.

You guys can eat as much
as you want tonight.

We'd take soda, cake,
whatever we wanted

and stuff our faces
almost every night.

Barry, I'm so sorry.

You're the first person
I've ever told.

You're probably

totally terrified of me.

No, not at all.

It took a lot of courage.

What my mom did... kept me
from being close to anyone.

I don't want it to keep me
from being close to you, too.

Me, either.

We went back to my apartment
and we talked all night.

I must have fallen asleep,

because when I woke up
he was gone.

He left a note saying
he'd call me.

Do you have any idea
where he went?

sorry

Okay.

We should have NYPD check out
her neighborhood

and also the ERs.

It took Barry 14
years to talk about

what happened.

I wasn't just going to share
that with total strangers.

You were the last
person to see him.

Now if you told us this before,
we might already have found him.

That was fast.

Lucy, you had me at
"I got something."

This is the security footage

we pulled from Ivy Morris'
apartment.

I was using it to verify
when she last saw Barry.

Why? Her story
doesn't check out?
It checks out fine.

There they are leaving
right when she said.

But that's not
the interesting part.

And the guy hiding
behind the newspaper is?

Some guy who doesn't want
them to see him.

That's Barry's brother, Stu.

These are two other nights.

Ivy Morris confirmed your
brother was at her apartment.

So what?

Why are you spying
on your brother?

I'd seen her post
on Friend's Block, okay?

I knew what kind
of a girl she was.

I was just keeping
an eye on things

to make sure Barry
was all right.

Your brother and a prostitute--

that must have seemed like
a pretty strange development

considering what you went
through as kids.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We know your mother
was a prostitute, Stu.

That's a lot for a
kid to go through,

seeing his mother
with a parade of men.

That didn't happen.

And your brother,
he just

sat there doing nothing, right?

Just shut up.

And to cap it off,

he starts dating
a prostitute himself.

That must have been
pretty hard to take.

Stu, I know you love
your brother.

Tell me what happened.

He didn't even have the guts
to tell me the truth.

Where have you been?

I met someone.

When?

A few weeks ago.

I didn't want to say anything
until I knew if it was serious.

So it is?

I hope so.

I told her about Mom.

What?

Why would you even
think to do that?

I needed to tell someone and
you won't ever talk about it.

Well, I'm glad you have someone
you can rely on now.

I'm not saying
I can't rely on you.

I just wanted to be
honest with her.

Honest with her?

How about being honest with me?

What are you talking about?

The part that
you're leaving out.

I've seen you with her.

I know what she does.

Did you think that
I wouldn't find out?

You've been following me?

Are you in love with her?

I have to stop talking
about this.

Where are you going?

Back to her?
Back to your ska
of a girlfriend?

I'm leaving.
Barry, stop!

Stop!

Barry?

Barry?!

All he had to do was
tell me the truth

and none of this
would have ever happened.

The truth is that he was in love
with a reporter

named Valerie Sharpe,
not a prostitute.

That's not true.
I was there, okay?

I saw Barry with that slut.

That slut was his friend,
just his friend.

He was trying to help her.

What did you do
with your brother?

When the police
called and said

the hospital reported
him missing,

I took him to a storage unit

where we keep some
of my mom's stuff.
And where is that?

I just needed some time

to talk some sense into him

and make him realize
that bringing that bitch

into our lives would
just screw things up.

Where is the storage unit?

At the corner of Palmer and Elm.

Barry?

Barry Rosen?

Right here. Hey, Barry?

Get the cutters,

come on.

Barry?

Barry, come on.

Did you find him?

He's on his way
to the hospital now.

Please tell me
he's going to be okay.

Well, the EMTs say that
he's going to be fine.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

You got lucky.

Hey.

Hey.

How was the hospital?

It was good, you know?

The guy's going
to be okay, so...

Good.

What are you still doing here?

I wanted to talk to you.

About what?

I told Carlos I wasn't going
to be able to help him.

Wow, thank you.

I also wanted to tell you that
if you and Sophia need anything,

I want to help.

You want me to write
a letter, I'll do it.

You want me to mail
it, stamp...

That might be hypocritical
after I told you to.

I don't know, Danny.

Just stay out
of it, you know?

I don't want to stay out of it.

Why not?

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