All language subtitles for Tracker.2024.S02E03S

"Where you at?"

Almost done.

Hello?

Who's there?

Hey, is that you?

Shame to leave this poor
little barstool empty.

It's taken.

Hey.

Aren't you Mr. Popular?

- Billie.
- Thanks for meeting me.

Wasn't sure you'd come.

- I was in the area.
- Really?

- No.
- Huh.

Not at all. So, what's this all about?

Like I said, a job.

I need some help
and you're the best I know.

Besides yourself.

Who's keeping track?

Okay, well...

What's the job?

Missing high school
baseball pitcher, Eric Dobbs.

Disappeared two days ago,

missed the Fall Ball championship game.

Last seen by his coach
practicing Thursday night.

Hmm.

- I used to play a little ball.
- Really?

- Yeah.
- Any good?

I could have been.

My dad wasn't too keen
on, uh, team sports, so...

I didn't pursue it.

Doesn't sound like you had a choice.

No. No, I did not.

- This missing kid... police involved?
- No.

Everyone's hoping he's
just being a teenager,

flaking out till he shows up again.

Plus, the parents don't want
any negative attention.

Why not?

Eric's supposed to sign a letter of intent

to play at Southern Nebraska University
next year.

Neither side wants bad publicity,

even if he's just being irresponsible.

- Hmm. Who posted the reward?
- SNU.

Through a booster group.

Been talking to a Shane Niall,

he's a big shot alumnus.

Wants constant updates.

Hmm, yes. One of those.

Guess he wants to know what he's getting
from a $50,000 reward.

And you need my help
with all this why, exactly?

Missing baseball star. Worried family?

Eh, try again.

I missed you.

Okay. I knew this was a bad idea.

- Good luck with all that.
- Oh, come on.

Billie, there's always an agenda with you.

- What's the catch here, huh?
- Wait, wa...

Wait. I know you don't like to trust me,

but I swear there's no personal agenda.

There's something you're not telling me.

I'm from here. This town.

You're from here.

You're from this town.

You're not from Miami.

- Nope.
- Huh.

Well, I guess there's a lot of things

I don't know about you.

Still doesn't explain why you need my help.

Well, there are some people in this town

that won't exactly be
thrilled that I'm back.

A lot, actually. I kind of...

kind of left and never looked back.

So, you need me to run interference.

It won't be good for me

to be out in front of this one.

But I know this town inside and out.

Be a team effort.

You gonna tell me why
you're not wanted here?

It has to do with my mother.

Let's just say she screwed
a lot of people over.

Eric's family included.

If you help me, maybe
I'll tell you about it.

Cannot believe
you're not from South Beach.

Are you in or out?

I'm in, I'm in. 60-40 split.

I should tell you to shove it.

Yeah, but you won't.

- You're getting greedy.
- Let's get to work, come on.

Talk to the parents?

Oh, no, no, no. That's gonna be your job.

- Ah.
- All I know is that

Eric had his phone in his bag

at the field when he was last seen.

I checked the phone.
There's nothing helpful on it.

Thought: maybe he grabbed
a couple of buddies?

Skipped town, right?
Teenage stress is at an all-time high.

Maybe he just needed to
get away for a little bit.

I mean, that's the hope, right?

The booster guy
told me he had a girlfriend,

Ashley.

I've been trying to reach her.
She's not answering my calls.

- Maybe took off with her?
- Fingers crossed.

Like I said, easy money and

maybe we have some fun.

I'm gonna go see what these
parents have to say.

Cool. I'm gonna keep trying
to track down Ashley.

Oh, and, Colter.

Yeah?

It is good to be working with you again.

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Billie?

What about that missing
painting in Cleveland?

Cleveland can wait. I'm gonna help her out.

You're gonna help her?

Missing high school baseball player.

I really don't think this is a good idea.

I'll be fine. Couple of days, max.

This is where Eric spends all his time.

I can see why.

Everything a kid would want
is right in here.

That picture was from the state
championship last season.

Eric pitched a shut-out.

Well, you must be very proud.

Eric ever do anything like this before...

just disappear for a couple days?

No. And never would in season.

Tell me about the girlfriend.

- Ashley?
- Yeah.

Well, she's a couple years older.

They've been dating a couple of months.

And, uh, she works in a diner.

And is going nowhere.

Can I get you a lemonade, Mr. Shaw?

Sure. Thank you.

So, uh,

this girlfriend.

Yeah.

She got his head all screwed up.

What do you mean, "all screwed up"?

I mean that before she came along,
baseball was his priority. His focus.

Now he seems more interested
in running around with her

than he does in taking care
of his business on the mound.

Maybe...

- what he wants is not baseball.
- Yeah, well,

what he needs to understand

is how much we have
put on the line for him.

All of the training,

all of the private coaching,
all of the clinics.

Hell, this adds up.

Yeah. And sounds like
you're pretty involved.

Yeah. Excellence comes from being pushed.

I know a little something
about that, actually.

My old man drove me pretty hard.

Sounds like a good dad.

You know, sometimes I wished
he would just be Dad,

you know, and not push so hard.

Maybe you pushed Eric
a little too hard and he...

maybe pushed back?

I noticed the bruises on your arm.

Yeah. We got into it
pretty good the other night.

This time I lost my cool.

I pushed him up against the wall
and he grabbed me.

He told me I could go to hell.

- Maybe he had reason to leave.
- Maybe.

But I can swear to you

I never meant for it to go that far.

It's got to be this girl, Ashley.

Maybe. Maybe.

Would you mind if I poke around
a little bit?

- Yeah, go ahead.
- Yeah?

Vitamins and instructional videos,

training tapes. It's...

- it's regular stuff.
- Yeah.

Lot of money.

Looks like Oxy.

What?

No.

No, there is no way that that's Eric's.

I don't know who that belongs to,

but that's not my son.

Drugs?

No chance. I run a clean program.

- How long you been coaching Eric?
- Since Little League.

Couldn't wait to get him in high school.

Kid's a rare talent.

That's why it makes me sick
that he's missing.

That his catcher over there?

Yeah. That's Hunter.

You mind if I talk to him?

Hunter, switch out.

Hunter, right?

Coach Perez told me you're Eric's catcher.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, E's my boy.

- Great. Right, you talk to him recently?
- No.

I texted him, like, 20 times,
he never got back to me.

- It's weird.
- He left his phone behind at the field.

Tell me, was Eric having
any arm issues, maybe he didn't want

- anyone to know about it?
- Nah.

He was firing on all cylinders.
Why you asking about that?

Found some Oxy at his place.

Thought maybe you might know
something about that.

Uh, I'm-I'm not trying to get in this.

Whatever you tell me is gonna stay
between the two of us, all right?

I'm-I'm just trying to help him out,

trying to make sure
he's not in any trouble.

- They might be Ashley's.
- His girlfriend?

- She have a problem?
- I think, yeah.

Any chance maybe she
got Eric involved?

I-I guess.

They were pretty tight,
but I don't know for sure.

Thanks.

Billie, what do you got?

Nothing on Ashley's phone.

Hey, you still got your guy
Bobby doing this kind of thing?

Oh, now you need my guy to help you?

I just figured
since you're already getting 40%...

No, it's, uh, 60% on my end.

- Right.
- Bobby has his own rate.

Fine. You gonna make me beg

or can he find Ashley's location?

I will send it to you as soon as I get it.

Yo, what's Gucci?

Uh, well, it's not really my job...

Yeah, you're working with Billie again.

Not gonna ask why.

Hey, you do your thing, I'll do mine.

- Velma told you?
- You know it. Eric Dobbs.

Missing baseball player.

Can you track his girlfriend's phone?

Ashley Wallace. I'm already into it.

- You get a location?
- Nothing recent.

Went offline yesterday.

But I was able to track the
location before it powered down.

- Send it to me?
- On its way.

This where Ashley's cell last had a signal?

According to Bobby, it is.

Hmm. Doesn't look like much going on here.

I know where they could've gone.

There's an old rail yard not far from here.

Some old train cars there.

At least, there used to
be, back in high school

when I'd go there to make out with guys.

That's...

descriptive, important.

Based on my experience,

this is where Eric and Ashley
would've hung out.

Okay.

Which one of these train
cars was your favorite?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Check this out.

That's a lot of blood.

The hell happened here?

Somebody went this way.

I got a body.

It's Ashley.

She's got a pulse. It's faint,
but she's got one. Call 911.

Hi. We need an ambulance right away.

Billie Matalon.

Penny.

It's Detective Bullard.

Right. Sorry.

- What are you doing here?
- Look, I don't want

to make this awkward.
I am just here for a job.

Right.

Heard you're some sort of rewardist.

Sounds pretty sketchy, but then again,
that's right up your alley, isn't it?

And who are you?

I'm a rewardist.

This is Colter Shaw.

He's, um... assisting me.

Great.

Two of you.

Ashley gonna make it?

Hope so.

But she won't be talking to anyone soon.

How is it that you just happen to find her?

We're looking for Eric Dobbs,

- figured they might have run off together.
- Eric Dobbs is missing?

His parents wanted to
keep it on the down-low.

I don't know what kind of scam
you're running these days,

but I won't let you interfere with my case.

Okay. I'm gonna take a step back,

let you do your thing.

Good idea.

Okay.

I'm gonna do some more digging on Ashley.

I'm gonna stick around
to see what I can find out.

If you're thinking of trying

to charm Penny Bullard, think again.

I like a challenge.

Good luck with that.

Oh, and by the way...

Her nickname in high school?

Pit Bull.

Just saying.

Good to know.

She was in a relationship
with Eric Dobbs.

Already on it, sir.

Yes.

Detective Bullard?

I know we got off on the wrong foot.

Look, I'm just trying to help
Eric's family find him.

- They're awfully worried.
- Lucky for you, it's now a police matter.

I'd appreciate it if
you and Billie didn't interfere,

especially since Eric
is our main person of interest.

- You think he did this?
- Most of the time,

it's the spouse or the boyfriend.

Awful lot of blood to just
have come from one person.

Especially if they made
it out of here alive.

And judging by the freshness
of the blood and the cuts,

this only happened a few hours ago.

Could be Eric's blood, too.

Maybe she fought back, possibly
wounded him, now he flees.

We're putting an APB out for him.

Before you do that, do you mind
if I show you what I found?

Yeah?

All right, so...

look at that, right there.

Three sets of prints. All right?

Over here on the wall,

take a look at this handprint.
You see that?

Look at the size of that.

That's small. Could belong to Ashley.

Okay.

Okay. So, I think a third
person came in here,

assaulted Ashley and Eric,
left her for dead.

Except she wasn't.

Except she wasn't, right?

She made it over here, used the wall

to get herself upright.

If you follow the blood trail,

she's off this way,

she falls down here, picks herself up,

makes her way all the way to the ditch

before she collapsed.

So then, maybe Eric was
taken by the third person.

That's what I'm thinking.

It's an interesting theory.

What is this?

I don't know.

Looks like a
blood donation bag, doesn't it?

It should explain...

all this blood, wouldn't it?

You mind if I, uh, take a picture?

Go ahead.

I'm gonna have the lab run this.

Put a rush on it.

I need you to run some blood for me ASAP.

Bobby, I need you
to track something down for me.

Yeah, I got the photo,
but what is it?

It's a blood donation bag,
partial serial number.

All right, give me a few beats,
figure out what I can do.

I'll hit you back if I find something.

Appreciate you.

Oh, and Shane?

We don't have to text every hour.

I'll update you whenever I have something.
But I-I got to go.

I'll check in later.

Hey, Roger.

Billie Matalon.

I'd spot you a mile away with those eyes.

And that figure.

Just like your mother. So what do you want?

Here to steal my wallet?

I want to know more about Ashley.

One of your waitresses?

Now, why would I give you any info

on one of my employees, huh?

I mean,

you're not even asking nice.

Nice?

Are we really gonna do this?

What?

You're a transactional girl.

Well, what exactly are you looking for?

Oh, oh! Okay, okay, okay!

Was Ashley using drugs?

I don't know. I mean... Ow!

Okay, she had a problem with Oxy
about a year ago, after some car accident.

When things got worse,
she was trying to find

some f-fancy rehab place to go to.

- So did she go?
- No.

She didn't have enough money.

- Ow! Ow, ow, ow.
- How much she need?

Ten grand.

- Aah!
- See? Didn't have to be that hard.

Ow!

Sorry about the noise.

You all right?

- Oh, never better.
- What'd you find out?

Ashley needed ten grand for rehab.

How about you... get anything?

Heard from Detective Bullard.

Lab results came back,
and most of the blood

found in that train car
was, in fact, Eric's.

Now, there was no sign of Oxy,
but it was mixed with

acid citrate dextrose.

It's an anticoagulant
used in blood donation bags.

She gave you all that?

Yeah. Pit Bull finds me charming.

So, Eric might still be alive.

And he's not the one with the drug problem.

I think he was selling his blood

- to pay for Ashley's rehab.
- Isn't the going rate

for plasma, like, 50 bucks a pop
at the donation center?

How much could Eric have made?

Bobby, what do you got?

Tracked that serial number.

It was part of a shipment
of blood donor bags.

But the weird thing is the address isn't
linked to a hospital

- or any kind of business.
- Where is it?

Looks like it's a commercial building
that rents office space,

about 35 miles southwest of town.

Got the suite number.

Can you send it to me?

- Did and done.
- Thank you.

No one's here.

This it?

According to Bobby.

- Locked.
- Let-let me.

I'm faster.

- And better.
- Okay.

My mother taught me, actually.

Huh.

How to pick locks?

And other stuff.

What is this place?

I don't know.

Some sort of backroom blood bank.

Check this out.

Whoa.

Huh.

Look at this.

Blood bags.

Must be hundreds of 'em.

- What do you got?
- Silica beads.

It's a desiccant.

Hmm.

What's in there?

Only one way to find out.

Here.

Thanks.

Colter.

Yeah.

Is that Eric?

It's not Eric.

"Randy H. Age 17."

Close to Eric's age.

What do you think the numbers
on the wristband mean?

I don't know.

- Send this to Bobby.
- Yeah.

Get an ID?

Randy Hopper. Teenage runaway
from Lincoln, Nebraska.

- Any connection to Eric?
- Not that I can find.

M.E. says the body's blood was drained.

Weird. Why put him in the crate like that?

Hide the body till it
shipped off for disposal?

Bobby, what do you got?

Okay. The numbers on the kid's wristband...

those are blood serum electrolyte levels.

Not sure why.

Not even a hospital
puts that on a wristband.

Hmm. Could be some grey-market
bio hacking setup.

- Biohacking?
- For performance, longevity.

- There's a lot of money in it.
- Right, right.

Some anti-aging gurus believe
that transfusing young blood

can actually reverse the clock, literally.

They're like vampires.

- That's what Eric was doing?
- Well, maybe not for himself.

Maybe he got caught up in it.

Okay, this-this got super weird.

So if Eric sold his blood to a bio hacker,

how much could he get for it?

Elite athlete like that?
You're talking, like,

thousands for a bag of blood.

That's how he was paying
for Ashley's rehab.

Only something went wrong.

If he's still out there,
he could be in bad shape.

And we don't even know who has him.

Bobby, you got a name associated
with that office space you sent us to?

It's registered
to a ran do LLC in Delaware.

I'll keep digging.

Okay. Let me know
when you come up with something.

What do you got?

I'm getting texts from our employer. He...

He's been pinging me all day.

- College booster?
- Yeah, Shane Niall.

He wants to meet for an update.

I've-I've got to go talk to him.

No matter how much I pay my pool guy,

somehow I always end up
taking care of it myself.

Do you really think that Eric was

a part of this bio hacking stuff?

We believe he was selling
his blood for money.

- Well, who's buying it?
- We don't know that yet.

But they may still have Eric.

Why did he do this?

He needed the money to help his girlfriend.

- Any update on her?
- She's in a medically

induced coma, but the doctors
think she's gonna make it.

- Great to hear that.
- Yeah.

Okay, well, I'm gonna
keep looking for Eric.

Uh, about that.

I'm pulling the reward.

Southern Nebraska U is rescinding
its scholarship offer to Eric.

Now that the police are involved,

they're worried about
the negative publicity.

"Girlfriend of Star Recruit Stabbed"
isn't exactly

the kind of headline they
want to be associated with.

So, you should discuss with
the parents next steps,

because, at this point, I'm out.

You're making a mistake.

I really have no choice.

I do want to thank you for
all your hard work though.

There's 10,000 in there.

The reward money is 50,000.

Just give me a little time to earn it.

- We can find him...
- Sorry, Billie.

It's over.

I have to support the university.

It's as simple as that.

Thank you for your time.

This is all so unbelievable.

It's a lot to process.
I can only imagine.

Did you... you see Eric talking
to anyone you didn't recognize recently?

No. No, no one I can think of.

I noticed Eric has a lot of,

uh, nutritional supplements,
protein powder in the garage.

That stuff he purchased on his own?

No, his coach set all that up.

- He has him on a performance plan.
- Coach Perez?

You think he had something to do with this?

I don't know.

Someone recruited him
for this bio hacking thing, right?

Someone who probably knew he needed money.

I wish he'd come to us.

After the things
I said about Ashley,

yeah, I don't blame him.

This is my fault.

I'm gonna do everything I can
to bring your son home.

Thank you.

- Billie, hey.
- Hey.

Bad news. Job's been canceled.

Shane Niall pulled the reward money.

Said there's too much bad publicity.

Well, Eric's still out there,
so we should keep looking.

Listen, I think his coach may be involved.

I tried calling, but he's not answering.

Well, you can keep looking.

You know, I don't work for free.

Besides, the police will find Eric.

- So, what, you're just gonna leave?
- Don't worry.

I'm gonna download 'em on the bio hacking,
I'll hand over my files, but I am...

I'm done.

I just... I shouldn't have come back here.

It's time to move on.

I'll send you your share
of the consolation prize.

Niall gave me 10,000 for my hard work.

You don't have to be a mercenary.

Mercenary.

That kid is out there.
He could be in trouble.

Well, like, I said,
you're free to keep looking.

My advice: hand it over to the police.

- You know I can't do that.
- Knew you'd say that.

It's been fun, as always.

- So, that's it?
- It's just business, Colter. You know that.

See you around.

Stupid.

Detective.

What are you doing here?

- Have you seen Coach Perez?
- Not today.

Why you looking for him?

Well, Eric's parents said that Coach Perez

gave him most of his
nutritional supplements.

Now, I don't know,

I was just thinking,

bio hacking is only
a couple rungs up that ladder.

I've known Coach Perez a long time.

I find it hard to believe,
but I'll check it out.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Did Billie came by? You seen her?

No. Why?

She said she was gonna come by
and drop off some files.

She didn't.

Not a surprise.

Word of advice.

Steer clear of her.

You seem like a nice guy, but trust me,
she is just like her mother.

Hey, you've reached Billie Matalon.

Leave a message, I'll get back to you.

- What up, C?
- I need your help.

I'm looking at Billie's computer.

Looks like she was trying
to break into an encrypted file of clients

and investors associated
with a company called

Everlife Innovations.

Could be a bio hacking company.

Gonna send you the file right now. There.

You should have it.

Can you break in?

Let me dig into it.

Wait a minute, can't you just ask her?

She's gone.

Don't tell me she ghosted you again.

Think something happened to her.

Hey. Hey. You okay?

Eric?

Eric, are you okay?

Who are you?

I'm Billie. I was hired to find you.

Where are we?

I don't know.

I heard them talking
when they brought you in here.

They're planning on moving us.

This is really bad.

The people who work for Everlife,
the anti-aging company?

Did they pay you for your blood?

Yeah. Told me they'd give me ten grand

for a few bags of it.
I-I needed the money to help Ashley.

So, why are you here?

They said I needed to come in
one more time.

Then they grabbed me at the
field where I was practicing.

That's why your phone and all your stuff
was still at the baseball field.

It was all normal at first.

They gave me something to make me calm
and go to sleep, like always,

- but this time...
- What happened?

I guess it wore off
before I was done. I came to, and...

there was a kid next to me in a bed, but

he was dead. So I ran.

To the train yard with Ashley.

- Why didn't you go to the police?
- I was scared.

What I did... with selling the blood...
that has to be illegal.

It's why I brought the blood bag with me.

I didn't want
to lose my baseball scholarship.

I fought with them, but...

they put a bag over my head

and threw me in the trunk
and brought me here.

- They killed Ashley.
- Hey.

Ashley's not dead.

She's alive.
- But how'd she survive?

Because she's a fighter.

And we're gonna be fighters too, okay?

Come on.

I don't understand.
Why haven't they killed us yet?

Because they still need your blood.

Someone like you

is worth a lot of money to these people.

What about you?

I'm guessing
they might need me for leverage.

Until they don't.

Hi, sorry to bother so late.

I'm Colter Shaw. I work with Billie.

Oh. Yes.

Great. I know she was with you earlier.

She was.

I can't get a hold of her.

I was wondering if you know where she was

- or where she's headed.
- Of course. Come on in.

Thanks.

This way.

So you're saying y-you can't find Billie?

No. Uh, she told me she was with you.

I know you pulled the reward.

Yeah. Yeah, I did. That was a tough call.

- Big-time sports, right?
- Mm.

School had to move on.
But I do hope they find him.

Yeah, anyways, uh,
Billie left few hours ago.

I noticed, uh, security cameras
out front. Pretty fancy.

I was wondering if I could take
a look at some of that footage.

I'm just trying to figure out
when she left here, exactly.

Yeah, no problem.

Uh, could we pull up some security footage
for, uh, our friend here?

Um, can I offer you something to drink?

I'm good.

Thank you.

Billie mention that Eric
was selling his blood for money?

Mm. She did.

Mm.

Some kind of bio hacking scheme.

Yeah, I-I don't have any idea about that.

You got a lot of reading material on it,
though, don't you?

Do I?

Hmm.

So, tell me, 'cause
I'm curious... does it work?

Young blood really turn back the clock?

How about Eric's blood?

Young, premier athlete like that...

I-I would imagine that does the trick, huh?

What are you trying to say?

You were the one buying Eric's blood,
weren't you?

He goes missing, the school posts a reward.

You had every reason to get
in the middle of that.

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

The constant updates from Billie?

You were trying to get to Eric.
Clean up your mess.

Then you got him back,
you pulled the reward.

The question is where is he now?

Where is he?

Get up.

Put the scissors down.
No one has to get hurt.

Drop the gun.

I'll kill her.

Bad move.

Don't. Don't do it.

You okay? Yeah?

What is wrong with you?

- What is wrong with me?
- Yeah.

How about just a nice "thank you"?

Thank you.

You could've killed me.

But I didn't.

Come here. Let me look at your head.

Thank you.

No problem.

Okay. Come on, let's go.

Hey. Thanks for coming by.

- Wanted to give you something.
- Oh.

I know it's not much, but it's
what we can do right now.

That's plenty. Thank you very much.

But, uh, you know I didn't do it on my own.

Billie Matalon helped me quite a bit.

I know your families have a history,
and that's none of my business.

But your son wouldn't be here
right now if not for her.

You hear anything from Southern Nebraska U?

- They still want him. Mm-hmm.
- Still want him.

Gonna sign his letter of intent tomorrow.

Thank you for bringing my son back.

Made a lot of mistakes, but...

I'm gonna do better.

Does that mean giving
Ashley a fair shake?

Yeah.

Eric really cares about her, and...

that's enough for me.

Noticed the extra glove here.

- Mind if I throw a few?
- Let's see it.

- Yeah?
- Yep.

- All right.
- Show me what you got.

Ooh! All right.

Show me what you got.

There it is.

Little rusty.

I don't know about that. I'm impressed.

Got an arm.

- You ever play?
- Wanted to. Dad wouldn't let me.

That's a shame.

You got a good kid here.

I do.

Take care of each other, all right?

Be good.

I owe you one.

Tell you what.

We'll call it even.

If you tell me why you're not welcome here.

My, um, my dad took off when I was little,

so I never really knew him.

My mom took care of me and my sister alone,

and to make ends meet, she was...

a grifter.

Sometimes she used us to help.

Diverting a store clerk
while she was shoplifting.

She even had us shaking donation cans

at Christmastime, once.

But our big con

was when she got a job at city hall.

She was the bookkeeper.

Embezzled almost half
a million from the treasury.

The town couldn't pay out
salaries and pensions that year,

and people talk.

Matalon name was ruined.

You were a kid.

It wasn't your fault.

You'd think that would've mattered.

I'm sorry.

That must have been hard.

My sister was already 20, so she left town.

And I was still a senior in high school,

sticking it out till graduation.

I will never forget how cruel people were.

Didn't matter that the FBI
said I was a victim, too.

They all still blamed me.

You didn't have to come back.

I know.

But I wanted to do something positive.

You know? Something lasting here.

You did.

You even got a thank-you from the Pit Bull.

Funny.

I'm not being funny, I'm being serious.

She sent me a text.

Got it right here.

And she says, uh, "Thank you."

"Please give Billie my thanks as well."

- No kidding.
- No kidding.

The thing is...

I was young.

But I knew what my mom was doing was wrong.

And I didn't stop her.

I loved and hated her at the same time.

Know that feeling.

Do you?

I do.

Well, there it is.

My dark family secret.

Got a few more.

I do, too.

What should we do about that?

Not talk about it.

Drink?

Sounds good to me.

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