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What if someone sees us?

Please, this place is
like a ghost town.

Well, what about God?

He sees everything.

Well, I mean, if he
has a problem with it,

he'll let us know,
right?

- Uh, you're, um...
- What?

There's, uh...

You're covered in...

Is it really...?

Blood?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

So, I talked
to Kid Casanova.

He tells me that God's
wrath rained down.

You know, you lose the blood
and the police tape,

my wife could
really go

for a neighborhood
like this.

Very eco-friendly.

Not so friendly tonight.

The Chambliss family.
Quadruple homicide.

You're gonna need backup.

You get many "Stigmata"
houses in Seattle?

No, no, our saints bleed coffee
up there.

The owner was a
pharmaceutical salesman.

Laid off six months ago.

Okay, thank you.
I got it.

Well, I hope Moonbeam
brought his booties

and a strong stomach.

...retain possession,
very, very lucky.

Lining up for the next play, Al.

That'll make it second down and
a loss of five on the play.

Second down and 15...

Greenhouse
gray water system.

Recycles everything that goes
down the drain.

And out to
the sprinklers.

Explains why
the house was bleeding.

Look at this.

When was the last time you
bought a rainbow marshmallow?

When my daughter was eight.

Change in temperature.

Oh.

There's no blood on
her pajamas.

She's been redressed.

Cleaned up,
tucked in.

By somebody
who cared about her.

This was where she was shot.

What's blood doing way up there?

Wait here till
you get the Code Four.

Got someone over here.
Show me your hands!

Get down on your knees!
Get down on your knees!

Sounds like a Code Four to me.

Let me see your hands!
Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground!

Let me see those hands!
Get him down!

Get him on the ground!

Get on the ground!
I loved her!

Do not resist!
Cuff him up.

I loved her! Oh, God!

Cuff him.
Get him out of here!

♪ CSI 12x02 ♪ Tell-Tale
Hearts Original Air Date on September 28, 2011

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Who... ♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

You are going the wrong way.

Make a U-turn at the next
intersection.

- Intersection?
- You are going the wrong way.

There's no road!

You are going the wrong way.

Recalculating.

You have arrived
at your destination.

Your dad teach you how to drive?

Funny. You guys could use
a few more freeways around here.

Who's inside?

Me and Greg. You want
to take the perimeter?

I got my sunscreen.

Ah, there you go.

Oh, speak of the devil,
there's the old man there.

Enjoy yourself.

- Hey, Conrad, how you doing?
- Nick.

Good to see ya.

Cigars?

Kills the decomp.

I always had
a few on hand.

So, uh, you settling in?

Yeah.

You make an appearance
at every crime scene?

I usually roll on
anything over a double.

And this one, press is
gonna be all over it.

I got stuff to do.

Undersheriff Ecklie!

Is it true
you have a suspect in custody?

Can you tell us if you
have any leads?

Can you tell
us if you have a suspect?

Look, look, all I can say is we
have a person of interest

in custody and that we intend
to question him.

Is there any
additional information

- you can share with the press?
- As a matter of due diligence,

we're performing a thorough
search of the neighborhood,

including one of the
neighboring homes.

Uh, don't mean to interrupt
your search, but, uh,

I've torn this place
apart-- there's no gun,

no knife...
Did you notice the decor?

You in the market
for a decorator?

The kid's 27 years old.

He answers phones
at a body shop.

Yet all the furniture
in this place looks like

it belongs to his parents.

Like hand-me-downs.

The only room that
reflects his taste

is this one,

and it's laid out
exactly like...

like the dead
little girl's room.

Even has the same dollhouse.

Not exactly the same.

Ahh...

Guy lived just across the way.

He's been watching
her for years.

Sanders?

I got boot prints.

Me, too.

Mine have been here a while.

I think somebody made a habit
out of hiding back here.

Yeah. Looking in.

Just got a text
from Catherine.

Our perp is a peeper.

Can I get you
anything?

Want a soda, something?

Cherry cola would be nice.

I'm sure it would.

I know what you think.

You're
just lucky I'm a cop.

I'm CSI Willows

here to process you.

Get up.

Step on the paper.

Strip.

Just pretend she's an
eight-year-old girl.

Pants next.

Could you close the blinds?

Better?

Keep going.

Three in the van.

Still waiting on the mom.

Thanks, David.

Any reason you're holding her?

I need her in context.

There's a lot of
blood spatter here.

There's a lot of blood
in this house, period.

All this had to have taken
a lot of time.

Grandmother was

stabbed a dozen times;
the father was shot

three times.

Guy has a knife and a gun.

So why does he need
the towel bar?

You really think one person
could've done all this?

Cadets are outside
beating the bushes

looking for the
knife and the gun.

They're having
the same luck that we did.

I've seen this freezer before.

My wife and I once
went away for a weekend,

and we left
our eldest in charge,

God help us,
so the kids

did all the shopping.

When we came back,

the freezer
looked just like this.

Popsicles, ice cream.

It's a great way to lure a kid.

Yeah. You know, not a lure,
more like a...

a lifestyle.

Arrested development.
You think

John Lee likes little girls
because he's a little boy?

Immature, isolated.

You know, he hides,
takes pictures through windows.

I'm passive, I'm not aggressive.

I thought you
liked to play dead,

get into the head of the victim.

You know, it depends--
you know, you walk

into a room,
the victim, suspect.

I go with whoever has
the best story to tell.

What story is
this guy telling you?

I don't know yet.

But I'm not so sure that it ends
in a quadruple homicide.

Oh, whoa, you don't think
the man-boy did it?

He was in their house,

he... was holding

the little girl's nightgown,
he watched her

for years.
Yeah, exactly.

For years. Thank you, yeah.

And all of a sudden one night
he stops watching

and he starts killing?

Why?

Right hand.

Is it gonna hurt?

A lot less than
jabbing a towel bar

into a woman 20 times.

I didn't do it.

Any of it.

I went by the house.

I looked in
and I saw her.

She was already dead.

The blood.

I loved her.

I couldn't leave her
there like that.

- Other hand.
- You know,

I ran you-- you had no
record, no complaints.

But here's what
I think happened.

I think you were hanging out

by that window peeping,
and someone saw you,

told the Chamblisses--
Dad didn't like that.

So he walked across the
street to your house,

knocked on your door,
then knocked on your head.

- And you didn't like that.
- I tested your hands

for lead to determine
if you fired a gun.

And guess what
color positive is?

You shot that little girl.

You shot her father,
sliced and diced her grandmother,

and stabbed and beat her
mother with a towel bar.

And we're gonna
prove it, too.

So you got a choice-- you can
spend the rest of your life

in general pop with a bunch
of gangsters and killers

who never get to
see their kids,

they're gonna take it out
on you in a heavy way,

or you can tell us

what you did...

and maybe buy yourself a private
cell-- what's it gonna be?

I did it.

I'm the one who killed
the Chambliss family.

Good afternoon.

I'm Undersheriff Ecklie

of the Los Vegas
Police Department.

I'm here to announce that,

thanks to the fine efforts
of our detectives and CSI's,

we have a suspect in custody

who has confessed to the murders
of the Chambliss family.

- Can you tell us his name?
- Why did he do it? How did he it?

I have no further comment
at this time.

Why can't you tell us?
One last question.

Hey, thanks.
Nice job.

- Good work, sir.
- Yeah.

I am saying there
has been a mistake.

I saw the news--
that sheriff...

Ma'am,
slow... down.

Don't
patronize me.

I have
information about

the Chambliss murders.

I need to talk
to somebody in charge.

That would
be Captain Brass.

- You arrested the wrong man!
- Really?

And you would
know that how?

I know because I did it.

I'm the one who killed
the Chambliss family.

So...

Leslie, uh...

Gitig.

Leslie Gitig.

G-I-T-I-G.

- People always get it wrong.
- Well,

we're gonna get
everything right today, Leslie.

How do you know

the Chambliss family?

Calvin Chambliss and I
were having an affair.

He promised he'd leave
his wife Susan

for me.

I guess that didn't work out.

He caved.

He told Susan about me.

Bitch.

And then he
stopped calling.

You can check
my phone records.

- Oh, we're gonna do that.
- So, where were you

last night between
9:00 and midnight?

Where I always am--
parked outside their house.

You can check the
traffic cameras.

Oh, and I stopped for gas.

- So you got out of your car?
- Yes.

Then what?
I rang the doorbell.

Cal's mother, Anita,
answered the door.

I told her I was
there to see Cal.

She wouldn't let me
in, so I killed her.

And then I
killed Cal...

and Susan...

and Fiona.

Yeah,
I read the paper, too.

Tell us something the whole
world doesn't know, Ms. Guy-tig.

Gitig.

You mean like Anita's
throat was slashed.

Cal was shot
twice in the chest,

once between the eyes.

And Susan

was stabbed repeatedly.

Oh, and little Fiona...

...was shot in the head.

So, you said you entered the
house through the front door?

If you want to videotape this,

I can start again
from the beginning.

I heard about
the second confession.

One is good; two is bad.

Nut job or not,

she's just made things a
lot more difficult for us,

creating reasonable doubt.

So...

where would you
like to start?

Let's start with Mom.

Susan Chambliss.

Massive head trauma.

Exsanguination.

24 sharp-force injuries
consistent with

the jagged ends
of the towel bar.

15 accompanying

blunt-force injuries
consistent with its round sides.

Beaten and stabbed to death.

39 blows.

Towel bar ripped
from the wall.

- Rage.
- Yeah.

Dear old Dad's
a different story.

Two gunshot wounds

to the chest,
and a coup de grâce.

David found these blue fibers
on Dad's clothing.

Could be the shooter.

Contact wound right through
the frontal bone,

execution style.

Clean and quick.

Rounds look like
nine-mill.

Same as little girl.

I'm not sure I want
to hear this, but...

sexual assault?

There was nothing.

No physical findings

of any sexual abuse.

He escalates to murder
but leaves the object

of his perversion untouched?

Then he just kills her?

Doesn't make sense.

Hey.

Good first day?

Yeah.

Finish processing
and I'm

starting on e blood inside.

Great, great.
Walk with me.

Family meeting.

Everybody. Le's go.

Is he for real?

Hey, looks good, Greg.

Okay.

So, this is

how I like to run
a family meeting.

Clarify the problem
first, okay?

And we have two competing
stories in this case.

Who thinks that, uh, the target
f this attack was the little girl?

Raise your hands.

Okay.

Never mind.
Point of entry.

The window?

All right, okay,
all right.

Here comes the birdbath. Smash!

What's the
little girl do?

I, uh, found a puddle
of urine under the bed.

- She must have hid there.
- All right.

Nick, you processed the dad.

Could he have
heard all of this?

Evidence tells me no.

He barely got off the sofa
before he was shot.

TV was on-- he might
have been asleep.

And Grandma wears a hearing aid,

so she probably
didn't hear anything.

Flour on the kitchen floor
indicates Mom was

baking a cake.

- Mixer's on. That's pretty loud.
- Okay,

so maybe nobody hears
the window break.

But that's crazy.

You know, if someone breaks in
to my daughter's bedroom,

first she yells bloody hell,
then she wouldn't hide,

she'd run to me.
- Little girl's behavior is off.

Everybody's behavior's
off on this thing.

Oh, by the way,
Catherine called and said

John Lee did not touch
the girl sexually.

So I'm glad to see none of you
raised your hands when I asked

if she was the source
of this whole thing.

In that case,
I'd like to retract

my hand-raise from earlier.

Girl's behavior
is more consistent

with point of entry
at the front door.

Then she ran and hid.

But there was no evidence of
forced entry at the front door.

Dad's on the sofa,

Mom's in the kitchen...

and Grandma had to let them in.

Grandma was first,

Dad was second, Mom was third,

stabbed and then dragged
into the bathroom.

Fiona was last.

But if John Lee
didn't assault her...

- Why did he kill her?
- Well, maybe he didn't, now.

Maybe he came in
after the killings.

He breaks in, throws the
birdbath through the window,

and then, like he says,
he changes her clothes.

It would explain
why we haven't found

any bloody clothes, or a gun,

or a knife
at his house.

Somebody else
killed this family.

I wore gloves.

I always keep a pair in my car.

Disposable.

Disposable?

Where'd you dispose
of the gun,

the knife,
the clothes you wore?

I threw them away.

Where?

I disposed of my Beretta

in the water hazard
off the 12th hole

at the Alsted
Country Club.

I drive by there every day
on my way to the firm.

I find it peaceful.

Ooh. Is that it?

Just like she said.

12th hole
water hazard.

Swan took a bite
out of the diver.

I'm surprised you let
someone else go in after it.

You know how those
Navy Seals are.

They make us Marines
take a back seat.

Yeah. Well, bullets
are in evidence.

When you're done, make sure
Russell gets your report?

Got it.

Best job in the world.

Get to play with guns.

Nobody's shooting back.

Print of John Lee's boot.

Here you go.

Great.

Individual characteristics
line up.

Boots match.

Got him at the window.

But not in the house.

He gained two sizes coming in.

Russell was right.

Nice hand retraction...

brown nose.

♪ ♪

Fire in the hole.

Where are the other gentlemen?

If you're going to ask
me the questions now,

that red light isn't on.

You know what
a ballistics match is, right?

Yes.

Well, the gun
you had us fish out

at the country club
was not the murder weapon.

The caliber was the same,

but the rifling
wasn't even close.

Wow. As I understand it,

any number of things can change
a gun's rifling characteristics.

Like shoving a screwdriver
down the barrel.

Are you going back to the lake?

Obviously,
you found the wrong gun.

You...

are a... legal secretary, right?

You seem like you'd be
really good at that job.

I mean, you know
criminal procedure,

you got the lingo down.

I bet you even
have contacts at PD,

or maybe
the coroner's office,

or the crime lab.

I killed that family.

Do you want to know why
I did it?

'Cause that bitch

got in the way of me and Cal.

Which is why
I sunk that knife into her

24 times.

I'm sorry.

I completely forgot.

Um... be right back.

Don't-Don't go anywhere, though.

Oh, brother,
she's a piece of work.

And she's, what, like,
105 pounds soaking wet?

And I don't think
she owns work boots.

Not men's size 12, anyway.

- It was a towel rod, not a knife.
- I ran her phone logs.

She's been making calls

to law enforcement
all over the county.

She got a look
at our evidence.

You know, she
may be crazy,

but she figured out
point-of-entry before we did.

- Maybe we should keep that to ourselves.
- Yeah.

John Lee dressed yet?

- I would hope so. Why?
- Guy's a peeper.

And if he didn't murder
that family,

maybe he saw who did.

So, John,

we know you were
in the house that night,

in Fiona's room.

Now you said that...
that she was already dead.

Let's say we believe
your first version.

You were still there.

Did you see anything?

- No.
- Oh.

Well, maybe not the
night of the murders,

but come on, buddy.

You've been watching
that family for years.

You trying to trick me?

No. No, no, no, no.
John,

you loved Fiona.

Loved her.

And something horrible
happened to her.

She would want you to help us.

Have you ever
seen this woman?

Red BMW.

Three Series.

She would park down the street
and just sit there.

She's an awful woman.

How do you know?

You can just tell sometimes.

Did this

awful woman ever go inside?

Did you ever see any other
awful people go inside?

Can I have that cherry cola now?

Explain this to me.

Some perv stalks your daughter,

peeks in her window,
takes photos for years.

Mother doesn't work,
father is unemployed.

I mean, they
were around.

You can't tell me
they didn't know.

I found dozens of footprints
outside that window.

So why didn't
they call the police?

Maybe they couldn't.

Did you get a look
inside that garage?

Porsche still has dealer plates,
new Volvo wagon.

Money.

Dad was laid off.

Where'd it come from?

In L.A., at least 70% of all
murders are related to drugs.

Well, that might explain what
I recovered from the kitchen.

Finally got

a chance to process everything.

I don't think
Mom was just baking cakes.

That is a lot of baking soda.

And one seriously
accurate scale.

Either mom was OCD, or

she was cutting powder.
Cocaine?

Maybe meth.

Well, we didn't find
any drugs in that house.

Because we weren't looking
for them.

I'll drive.

I know the way.

What are you doing?

My hand looks
like Gorbachev's head.

I was out in the field whacking
the weeds for weaponry...

You know better than to handle
evidence without gloves.

...when I dropped my gloves.

And when I went down
to pick them up,

I put my hand in some very
un-eco-friendly battery acid.

Why'd you drop your gloves?

You know, they really

shouldn't even let you out
of the lab.

May I cite you
in my Workmen's Comp case?

How about citing your results
from the blue fibers

Super Dave found
on Mr. Chambliss, instead?

Lucky for you, I can
work through the pain.

Your blue fibers-- denim.

Of the phylum Levis.

So jeans.
Almost.

Just as you'll
never get the chance

to run Grave, these never
got the chance to be pants.

How much pain do you want
to have to work through, Hodges?

Please turn to page two.

The fibers were saturated
in borate--

Fire retardant.

Jean companies will pulp
their cutting-room scraps

and sell them
for insulating materials.

Which is used
in green construction.

So how does insulation
end up on Dad?

Well, maybe he was doing
some sort of home improvement?

Or maybe
the killer works construction.

You don't have
to be mean about it.

Morgan, Greg,
get in here.

This is the exact layout
of John Lee's bedroom,

except he didn't
have one of these.

Yeah, and the electrical
panel's in the garage.

Good call, Hollywood.

I love it when I'm right.

We searched the house, John.

We know about the drugs.

So these awful people
that went

into the house--
is-is that what they came for?

They let strange men sit
on her bed.

Made her sit out
in the hallway.

One time, she
forgot her doll.

Tried to come
back in and get it.

Her dad yelled at her.

She cried.

He yelled a lot.

Did he ever yell
at anybody else?

Got a hit-- multiple arrests
for drug possession.

"Lonny Gallows."

John, you saw something happen
in that house.

You saw someone arguing
with Fiona's dad.

Who?

John, is this the guy?

Hey! Did you ever

see this man, John?

Yes.

In Fiona's bedroom?

Yes.

Yes, a lot.

Lonny Gallows?!

Get out of here.

- Where you going, dude?
- Yo, I didn't do nothing!

Yeah, pat him
down good, Mitch.

Lonny,

this looks bad.

Yeah, this looks worse.

Lonny Gallows,
you're under arrest.

Possession for sales
of a controlled substance.

Well, you're in a lot
more trouble than that, bud.

Hey, what are you doing
with my son?

Arresting him for murder.

My son didn't kill anyone.

Sir, stay out of this now.
You don't want to interfere

with a police
investigation.

Those boots are mine.

So are the gloves.

Arrest me. I did it.

I'm the one who killed
the Chambliss family.

You got to be kidding me.

You understand lying to
a police officer is a crime.

- I'm not lying.
- Really?

I got your file.

You know, Mr. Gallows,
you've never done

anything wrong
in your life.

You're a family man,
you own your own business,

you're doing well.

You're the only guy
in construction that I know

who's making money.

Then you massacre
a family?

I want to make a deal.

I'm not making a deal with you
because I don't believe you.

I did it.

Listen, listen, we know
your son's a drug addict.

He was high
when we busted him

and it's pretty safe
to assume he was high

a couple of nights ago when
he committed these crimes.

We found his prints all
over the cash and drugs

in the Chambliss house.
That's how we know

he was running drugs
for Cal Chambliss.

I get it--

you want to protect your kid.

I did protect my kid
by killing that family.

Lonny got clean in rehab.

I tried to keep him clean,
I put him on my crew

building
green houses--

same damn houses
in Cal Chambliss' neighborhood.

So that's

how they met.

It's my fault, my mistake.

Here's how I
correct it.

You drop the drug charges
on Lonny...

...and I'll tell you everything.

Well, thanks to Maurice
Gallows' confession,

Leslie Gitig
just got sprung,

and our perv John Lee
just made bail.

I'm telling you, it pays
to have rich parents.

I don't see
the dad doing it.

No, no, man, he's taking
the rap for his son.

Okay, so Lonny's dealing
drugs for Chambliss,

gets hooked, starts dipping
into his boss' supply.

Cal cuts him off, and Lonny
just decides to gets even.

Great,

so our only viable suspect
is the one person

who hasn't confessed
to the crime.

Any thoughts?

Yeah.

Who killed Cock Robin?

Those shrooms in your office
aren't medicinal, are they?

"I," said the Sparrow.

"With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin."

Who saw him die?

"I," said the Fly.

"With my little eye,
I saw him die."

"I," said the Fish,
"I," said...

Oh, come on.

All right, forget
folk songs.

Uh, crime novels.

- Strangers on a Train.
- Yeah, I saw the movie.

What's, what's
your point?

The p...

Nick, when you were
hooking up Lonny,

what did his father say--
exact words?

He said,

"I did it, I'm the one who
killed the Chambliss family."

"I," said John Lee,

"I did it, I'm the one who
killed the Chambliss family."

"I," said Leslie Gitig,

"I did it,
I'm the one who killed

the Chambliss family."

Now, that's three confessions,

all identical.

Hell of a coincidence.
So it's like they got

their stories straight.

They were working together.

Strangers
on a Train.

Total strangers get together
to commit a crime,

figuring the cops won't
make the connection.

And each one of
them had motive

to do harm to someone
in that family.

And each had

reason to confess.

By all confessing,
they muddied the water.

There is
no perfect crime,

but if you create
enough reasonable doubt,

you might just have
the perfect defense.

And that's something
a legal secretary would know.

Now,

how do we get
around reasonable doubt?

Find the train.

All right, thank you.

So I just spoke with the owner
of Benson's Auto Body.

Two weeks ago,

Leslie Gitig
paid him $4,500.

Benson's Auto Body?

That's where
John Lee works.

Could be
where they met.

Leslie's BMW was

in an accident

and she didn't want to
run it through her insurance.

She paid cash, but not just
for her repair but

for the truck that
she plowed into.

Truck, what kind of truck?

I don't know,
the driver

hasn't brought it in yet.

Maybe 'cause he needed it
for work.

I saw a couple of thousand
dollars worth of damage

to Maurice Gallows' truck.

All right,

well, sounds like

we need to take
a look at that truck,

compare the damage
to Leslie's car.

I'll take the truck.

Greg and I'll take the Beemer.

Victor 2-4, Victor 2-4. Come in.

Nice job matching
the color.

Well, yeah,
to the naked eye anyway.

Yep, left-side damage.

I'll call for a warrant.

3-David-34.

Shots fired. Request
backup at our location.

2-David-3-4, copy that.
4-34 call.

We got one down.

We need rescue

at 10923
Cartland Avenue.

- Gunshot victim.
- Put the gun down!

Put the gun down! Now!

Stay with her.

Drop the gun.

John...

please...

do what he says.

Put down the gun.

They made me go there.

She made me.

Leslie?

She said I could have her,

but she didn't tell
me what we had to do.

And then the screaming started.

The shooting--

it was so loud and
there was blood.

There was so much blood.

John, we can talk
about this.

You've got to put the gun down.

She said Fiona had to die.

She gave me
her gun...

this gun.

Oh, shut up!

I just couldn't do it.
Give me that.

No, no!

She was so beautiful.

I didn't want to
remember her like that,

so I came back

afterward.

That awful woman.

Sh-She took my
Fiona away from me.

Now... I have nothing.

We found the murder weapons
at Leslie Gitig's house.

Knife, gun-- the real one.

I killed Chambliss

and his family,
like I said.

Well,

it's a good story,
but this gun tells

a better one.

Maurice, your son did it.

The gun goes back to him,

so unless you make us
understand

what really happened,

Lonny's going to
get the needle.

This is crazy, you know, I...

I'd blame Leslie.

It wasn't like she hit
your truck by accident.

That's just the beginning
of the damage she did

to you and your family.

There are no
accidents, right?

A woman scorned

parks outside her ex-lover's
house night after night,

thinking about how
to destroy him?

What does she see?

A pedophile lusting
after a little girl...

Stop pushing
drugs on my son

or I swear I will kill you.
...and a father

fighting for his son.
You and your whole family!

Three strangers

who all want
something.

They just need to meet.

I did everything I could
to get Lonny clean,

and it was working.

Then he met Cal,
and I was losing him again.

She swore
it was just going to be Cal.

Cal's expecting me.

She lied.

What are you waiting for?

Once I stepped into that house,
I had no choice.

Run!

No!

You bitch!

Give me that.

No, no!

You know what it's like
to lose a kid to drugs,

to wish the world for 'em

and see that world
come crashing down around 'em?

I do,

actually.

I do.

But it still

doesn't justify killing
a whole family.

I'm going to head out.

You need anything?

No, I'm good, thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

"Cock Robin."

Really?

What journal

did you get that one from?

My parents were singers,

and that was kind of a
favorite around our, our van.

Oh.

Go with what you know, right?

Yeah.

Well, it worked,
it really worked.

What's going on?

Are you all right?

Aren't you going
to get that?

I don't want to be rude.

Oh, be rude.

Good night.

Good night.

Hey, doll,

how are you?

Uh, don't worry
about it.

I-I'll pick something up
for us on the way home.

Yeah, hey, hey, wait, how, how
did Charlie do in practice?