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You ever seen anything like that?

I don't even know what I'm looking at.

That's just wrong.

Lucky for you, I come prepared

for this type of crisis.

"Habanero Massacre"?

Mmm!

It's a mercy killing on a burrito this bad.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, girl. You sure about that?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stay back.

Control, this is CSI Brody.

We've got a single-car collision, Tropicana,

block east of Nash, injuries.

Paramedics are on their way.

He's got a pulse,

but he's lost a lot of blood.

He's got a really nasty head wound here.

We've got to move.

Engine's going up.

All right, I'm gonna try
to get him out of here.

Come on, boy, I got you.

- I'll get his legs.
- Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Okay...

- Get him far enough back now.
- I'm trying.

Ah, that's good, that's good.

Wes Clyborn.

Seven Hills address.

Wes, Wes, my name's Nick.

You hang in there now.

Help's on the way.

- Damn.
- What?

He didn't hit his head.
This is a gunshot wound.

I didn't hear a shot before the crash.

I definitely didn't hear two.

I think that's a second GSW to the abdomen.

Looks like the same caliber.

They're-they're-they're bleeding.

What are you trying to say, Wes?

They're dying

Who's dying, Wes?

Wes, talk to me.

Who's dying?

♪ 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! ♪

- Grab those doors for us?
- Hang in there, Wes.

You're in good hands now, bud.

They're gonna take care of you.

We've got a GSW to head and abdomen.

Okay. Get him on the monitor.

Full set of stat labs.

Type and cross for packed
red cells for transfusion.

We have O-neg standing by.

16 or 18 gauge.

Excuse me, Nurse, I'm with the Crime Lab.

I'm gonna need to take the clothes

he's wearing with me, okay?

I'll see what I can do.

Prep him for a central line.

Code blue.

He's in V-Tach.

Okay. Clear the room.

- Code blue.
- That includes you, Crime Lab.

- Yes, sir.
- Charge AED.

- Thank you.
- Charge to 200.

100 milligrams.

- Hey.
- Oh, hey.

Morgan called.

Told me you'd followed the victim here.

Wow, look at you.

- You all right?
- Uh, yeah.

I'm fine.

But, man, this guy's in really bad shape.

And here's the thing.

He said that there are others,

and that they're dying or dead.

I'm not really sure what to make of it.

So you think there's another
crime scene out there?

Maybe more victims, too,
you know what I mean?

Okay.

Why don't you clean yourself up.

I took the liberty of bringing
you a shirt from your locker.

- Thanks.
- You hang here; if our guy

pulls through, maybe
he'll tell you something.

More than just "thank you."

Hey, Nick...

way to go.

That took a lot of guts.

Thanks.

Registration belongs to Elena Perez, 35.

Vartann's checking out her address.

No known employer.

Looks like she's been living here.

Blood on the headrest is from transfer

from Wes Clyborn's head wound.

No high-velocity blood spatter.

No gunshot.

No HV on my side, either.

Significant blood pool on the driver's seat.

Probably from the shot to the abdomen.

- That's a lot of blood.
- So...

not shot in the car.

Shot before he got in the car.

Losing blood, losing consciousness,

he runs into the billboard truck.

You know, considering his condition,

he couldn't have gotten
more than a mile or two.

Couple of square miles...

and still a lot of ground to cover.

Our primary could be anywhere.

Crime Lab.

Hey. Well, I'm Nick. Stokes.

- What's your name?
- I'm Lauren.

Lauren, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

- Yeah, thanks for your help.
- Sure.

I have the patient's clothing for you.

Okay. Good.

Sorry. Got a little scissory.

Oh, that's okay.

So... how's he doing?

He's good. Out of surgery.

Stable. Oh...

The doctor removed this
from Mr. Clyborn's abdomen.

Fortunately, internal damage was minimal.

Only one bullet?

The one that penetrated his brain's

gonna require more attention.

A neurosurgeon's flying in from I.A.

You've done this before.

Yeah, more times than any
one person should have to.

The owner of the Grand Am, Elena Perez,

was evicted from her place a month ago.

And no one has reported her missing.

So I'm working on a warrant
for her cell phone records.

That might be the only
way to track her down.

What about the cell phone that
Nick recovered from the victim?

Yeah, Wes Clyborn. He's a popular guy.

I traced most of the calls to his friends.

And no one has ever heard of Elena Perez,

and nobody knew where he was last night.

One thing, though-- the last few calls,

they were all made to the same number.

- Do we know who?
- There's no way to know.

It was a "pay-as-you-go" cell.

Oh, great.

So, totally untraceable.

Bullet entered the left
middle temporal lobe.

Houses the hippocampus
and related structures.

Those are areas related
to his memory, right?

Right.

Generally, retrograde amnesia

exhibits a temporal gradient.

Last in, first out.

So things he learned in school,
his mother's name,

sense memories, there's a
good chance they remain

But the memory of who shot him last night...

- May or may not be there.
- Okay.

- So is he conscious?
- Fully.

Soon as the neurosurgeon arrives,

we prep him for surgery, take him in.

What are his chances?

I don't think we'll know
till we get in there.

So if you're going to
talk to him, do it now.

- Appreciate it.
- Yeah.

Hey.

Look at that.

He's conscious.

How you doing, man?

You look good.

Thank you.

- Yeah.
- No.

Thank you.

The nurse said you saved me.

Yeah.

You don't remember any of that, huh?

No. I'm sorry.

But you don't have to apologize to me, man.

You got a massive head wound.

It's gonna take some time.

So it's bad if the beeps stop, right?

It's not good, no.

But don't worry about that.

That's not gonna happen.

Do me a favor, Wes.

Let me see your hands.

If you were in a struggle with
somebody, we might be able

to find something that can help us out here.

Yeah, sure.

Whatever you need.

Ooh, looks like you put
up a hell of a fight.

Why would anyone

-want to hurt our son?
- Did someone try and rob him?

We don't know that, sir.

That's what we're trying to find out.

You guys have any idea
where he was last night?

No.

Well, do you know who he might've been with?

Wes has a lot of friends.

Okay.

But he still lives at home with you, right?

Yeah, since he graduated in May.

From 'SC.

He's still exploring his options.

We give Wes his space.

He comes and he goes.

Not much more we could tell you.

Except that he's a good boy.

Do you recognize this woman?

No.

Why?

Name's Elena Perez.

She's the owner of the
car that Wes was driving.

I've never seen her before.

You're sure she's not a friend of his?

I've seen enough of Wes's
friends to know this woman

would definitely not fit
in with any of them.

Now, if you'll excuse us...

we'd like to see our son.

Dad's not exactly Mr. Warmth, is he?

♪♪

I think I found our other victims...

the ones the guy in the
hospital was talking about.

- What do you mean found them? Where? -Here.

They're all over his shirt.

No surprise I found the victim's blood.

But I found three other contributors.

Three other people.

I know.

Is Elena Perez one of them?

Based on exemplars from her car, yes.

What about the other two?

One is male.

Familial match to Elena.

I ran it through CODIS

and got a hit on her brother, Juan Perez.

Convictions for assault, armed robbery...

and, oh, yeah, carjacking.

Paroled six months ago.

What about the last contributor?

Unknown female.

Wow.

Look at all that carnage.

Wonder what the hell happened

right before Wes Clyborn got in that car?

I don't know.

I can't get you any closer to the primary.

I don't have any answers about
what might have happened or how.

Or why.

All I have is blood.

Sometimes blood is all you need.

Oh, boy.

Wish me luck.

Where are you going?

We need a blood whisperer.

No signs of forced entry.

Victim probably knew her assailant.

Could have been a hotel
employee who had a key...

who had access.

M.E. estimates time of death

around midnight.

C.0.D. is blunt-force trauma,

consistent with the claw hammer.

Yeah.

Oh! You're killing me.

Tell me something I don't know.

Guys, your bosses

are paying me a lot of
money for this seminar.

Come on!

Okay, I'll give you a hint.

Look at my body.

The position of my body.

Right, sorry, got it, um...

Your hand appears to be extending outward.

Good, good.

Why is that significant?

Look at the blood smear.

I've made a blood angel here. Why?

Well, at first blush,
it looks like you're trying

to reach your cell phone

that fell under the lamp there,

but the blood angel shows
that your arm stopped,

so you didn't get the phone.

You didn't call 911.

You got any ideas?

The assailant's still in the room.

She's afraid to call.

Jules,

what do you say?

I say he's close, and there's
only one person in the world

who would dare to call me Jules.

Okay, guys, that's a 482.

We'll pick up after lunch.

I know what you're thinking.

Of all the mock crime
scenes in all the world...

Oh, that is not what I'm thinking.

It's good to see you.

-- I like your scene. -Are you
-on the registration list?

-- Uh, no. -Because I know you
-don't like to make social calls

unless, of course, you want to make

your wife happy, and I don't

see her around.

So, what do you want, Mr. Russell?

Straight to the point, as usual.

Okay, uh... I need a little help.

Open case--

blood's all we got, but,
oh, it's a good one.

We know how it ended last time.

Yes, yes,

that's true, uh, but this is just one case.

I'm already working a crime scene.

You sure?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Well, worth a shot.

Oh, yeah, uh, before I go, I almost forgot.

The assailant was still in the room,

uh, but your arm was reaching out

but not to grab your cell phone

but to motion to your daughter
to tell her to stay hidden.

I know you... you think you hate me,

but the whole, uh,

lying on the floor, playing the victim thing

kind of says you miss me.

Or not.

Okay.

Lauren.

- Hey.
- Got your message.

What's going on?

It's Wes Clyborn.

Is he all right?

He's a little worked up.

What do you mean? Why?

I don't know, he won't talk to me.

Keeps asking for you.

All right, cool, I'll talk to him.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Hey, it's good to see your appetite.

But you didn't eat the Jell-0.

I remember something.

Okay.

Remember something from last night?

I was in a room.

A room.

What kind of room? Do you recognize it?

No, I'd never been there before,

but th-there was a man.

And he had a gun.

You recognize him, know his name?

No.

Was it that dude?

I tried to fight this guy off.

Don't worry about it. He had a gun.

Next thing I remember, I was running.

I had car keys, but they weren't mine.

I-I took her car.

Her?

Do you mean Elena? Elena Perez?

- I don't know.
- It's all right.

Is that her?

Yeah, yeah, sh-she was there, but...

th-th-there was somebody else, another girl.

Who?

I-I can see her. She...

She was beautiful.

You, uh, you had this
pendant in your pocket.

You were carrying it around.

It must be important.

Think it was hers?

Vicky.

Vicky?

- Her name is Vicky?
- Yeah.

All right, all right, that's good.

That's going to help us out.

Listen, Wes...

you and I are going to
figure this out together.

We're gonna find Vicky,

and we're gonna find out
who did this to you.

I promise.

♪♪

Hey, ran ballistics on the bullet

that was pulled out of
Wes Clyborn's stomach.

It matches a round fired

at a liquor store robbery four weeks ago.

Perp's still out there along with the gun.

Huh. Liquor store robbery
would match Juan Perez's M.O.

And grabbing up two rich kids at gunpoint

fits with what Nick has gotten

from Wes Clyborn up to this point.

So does Henry's DNA report.

The bullet had Wes Clyborn's DNA.

- Well, that makes sense.
- It also had

tissue that belongs to our unknown female.

Well, that means...

...the bullet traveled
through our unknown female...

...before landing in Wes Clyborn.

Clyborn says he remembers
a girl named Vicky.

She was with him when he was shot.

Girlfriend, maybe.

Through-and-through.

The tissue on the bullet
says it wasn't a head shot.

She could still be alive.

She hasn't called for help.

Well, maybe she can't.

Maybe she's still being held.

Bleeding out on a floor somewhere.

Wes might have been the lucky one.

Think you're getting kind of forgetful.

Must be all of that Zen master
living-in-the-moment stuff.

Yeah.

At least you remembered

to put on socks.

Did you take a look at it?

Yes, I did.

- It is a good one.
- Yeah.

So?

I want to have some ground rules.

- Okay.
- All right, number one,

you are not to call me Jules
in front of other people.

It is Finn.

- Finn.
- Number two,

we are never going to talk about the past.

Sounds to me like you want
to live in the moment.

And when that Zen crap starts,
we need to have a safe word.

- Pick one.
- Um...

Stop.

- Would that work?
- You got it.

All right.

And what about you-- do you have any rules?

I'm gonna have to hire
you on a temporary basis,

uh, as a consultant.

I've already run that by HR.

- Of course you have.
- And...

legally, we need to pay
you a consulting fee.

Figured the case

was so fascinating,
you'd want to do it for nothing.

You know me so well.

And you know blood better
than anybody I know.

All right, I want your best DNA person.

I don't want your best tech.

I want your best mind.

You got it.

You got me.

Wow.

The case file did not do this justice.

Sanders, right?

Uh, Greg.

Finn.

You know, I get the whole E.R.
urgency over evidence thing,

but did you

-cut out all these samples?
- No.

But if I were still working DNA,
I would have.

No, no, no, it's not you.

I get it, DNA is king these days,

but people don't understand
that blood spatter

can often tell you more than any test tube.

Russell says you're the man.

- Oh, did he?
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm, I try my best.

God, I hope somebody got some pictures

before the DNA moths got to this.

Great.

We're not totally screwed.

Yeah, we're pretty good

about using cameras around here.

Okay, we're going to reconstruct

all the blood events on these clothes,

and we're gonna map every inch

by DNA contributor.

I have the DNA reports right here.

Oh, good.

Oh, do you have a dummy?

♪♪

♪♪

Wow, you truly are the Blood Whisperer.

Stop.

Okay, so we've got five blood events.

My logic suggests a certain order.

Okay, let it bleed.

All right, so your victim

remembers a struggle

with Juan Perez.

Here is Juan's blood on Wes's shirt.

Pattern indicates blunt-force trauma,
close-quarters combat.

But I don't think that Juan was the only one

in there fighting.

Elena Perez.

So... brother and sister were
both mixing it up with Wes.

Both getting their blood on him,
and then, according to Wes,

Juan goes ballistic- literally--

firing a bullet...

through our unknown female and into Wes.

Okay, so that could be

-girlfriend Vicky.
- Could be.

Here's her HV spatter from
the through-and-through.

Of course, nothing says "fight over"

like a good shot to the head.

And so do the gravitational
drops from Wes's head shot,

leaving the final blood-soaked area

from the abdominal gunshot wound.

Nice job.

Thank you.

So...

our kid wrestles with two assailants,

gets shot twice.

But how the hell did he get out of there?

Maybe he was left for dead.

Well, that does not bode well for Vicky.

- Hey, hey, hey-
- Hey.

I talked to Juan Perez's PO.

He hasn't heard from Juan in a week.

No current address and no job on file. -

On the bright side, I think I found Vicky.

Really?

How'd you do that so fast?

I just did a Web search, man.

I punched in Vickys with a
connection to Wes Clyborn.

Of course.

I think I got a lot more
than I bargained for.

A newsletter from Jonah
Clyborn's financial firm?

Take a look at the Christmas candids.

Vicky Sheldon?

Former assistant to John Clyborn,

filed for unemployment two months ago.

It looks like she's holding
onto the boss pretty tight

before he let her go.

Yeah, maybe because she found
another Clyborn to hang on to.

What do you mean?

I went by Vicky Sheldon's place;
she wasn't there.

Landlord said that he hasn't
seen her the past 24 hours,

but he has seen plenty of Wes Clyborn

the last few months.

Well, maybe this Juan Perez dude graduated

from carjacking to hit man.

And maybe my next search
turns up a connection

between him and the dad.

You really think the old
man would put out a hit

on his own son?

Hey, over a woman?

- Anything's possible, I guess.
- Look,

you said it yourself, right?

This guy isn't exactly Mr. Warmth.

No.

No, he's not.

Mr. Clyborn?

Thank you for coming down.

I know you've already spoken to
my colleagues at the hospital,

but I just

have a few more questions for you.

What about?

Vicky Sheldon.

She worked for you as
your personal assistant

for over a year.

That is, right up until...

two weeks ago, when she was fired.

Vicky was one of several
personal assistants.

Yeah, but probably the only
one who's dating your son.

Am I right?

News to me.

So,

that wasn't the reason why
she got her pink slip?

And...

how long have you known
about the relationship?

Wes told me about it a month ago.

Do You approve?

Wes is an adult.

He makes his own decisions.

That wasn't a yes.

Honestly, I think she was using my son.

- How's that?
- While Vicky was employed

by my husband, I learned that
Wes was supplementing her wages

with checks drawn from
Jonah's business account.

I told Jonah to fire her.

Mrs. Clyborn, are you
sure that Wes was the one

that was paying her bills?

What exactly are you suggesting?

Okay, let's see.

Three days ago, a car crashed into the wall

outside of Vicky Sheldon's home.

Just barely missed going
through her picture window.

- So?
- So...

by the time the police arrived,

both the car and the driver were gone.

And Vicky didn't want to talk about it,

and nobody saw anything but the car.

Not many fender-busted Bentleys

get sold for scrap around here.

Oh, yeah, and, um,

car's registered in your name.

I wasn't driving it.

Wes told me he hit a fire hydrant.

Well, that's got to be a little infuriating.

More engine than he could handle.

No, I mean, kid lives at home,

spends your money, wrecks your car.

Late at night,

outside the home of your ex... assistant.

That's got to grind at you.

I know you aren't accusing me of something.

If Wes wanted to go slumming with the help,

that was his prerogative.

Kid didn't deserve to get killed over it.

But that's on him.

Not me.

Ah.

New lab coats.

Although,

I ordered periwinkle, not royal blue.

They're not for you.

This work smock is from the
trunk of Elena Perez's car.

And this one, I just found

searching Vicky Sheldon's apartment.

Vicky and Elena worked together?

Identical smocks.

And they definitely know each other.

I found Elena's number written
on a note in Vicky's place.

Working with a lady who's living in her car.

That's a doozy of a drop
from Vicky's previous job.

So maybe Vicky wanted to cushion the fall

with some Clyborn money.

Got Juan and Elena to help her rob Wes,

the rip-off went bad, and Wes escaped?

Laverne and Shirley gone femme fatale.

- Love it.
- And I would love

to know where those smocks were employed.

Can you please check them for trace?

Any answer could help us find our primary.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Finally got cell phone records

for Wes, Juan and Elena last night.

Last calls were made at the same time

in the same vicinity.

Got the cell phone towers.

Let's see where the coverage overlaps.

Overlap places all three callers...

Here.

Arroyo Horizons Business Park.

Why would they all be
there on a Saturday night?

LVPD.

Site manager said

this was the only facility
that wasn't locked down.

Got blood.

Shoe impression.

Yep.

Looks like it's coming from back there.

Vicky Sheldon.

Body's cold.

She's been here for a while.

Same story here.

Elena Perez?

It's hard to tell

from what's left of her face.

What the hell happened in here?

Well, it's not like Wes Clyborn

can really help us out right now.

No, but I know who can.

Yeah, the only guy we know

who walked out of here.

Juan Perez.

He's got a lot to answer for.

Fabulous Las Vegas.

Not so fabulous for her.

Elena Perez's car

said she was down on her luck.

Looks like her luck ran out.

Still in full rigor.

T.O.D. is approximately

18 to 24 hours ago.

Same time frame

as this poor girl.

Vicky Sheldon, GSW through and through.

There's quite a blood pool here.

Bullet probably severed
her left hepatic artery.

Well, if that's the case,

she lost consciousness and
then bled out rather quickly.

Got off easy compared to her friend.

Massive blunt-force trauma.

Nearly every bone in her face is smashed.

Overkill.

Rage.

The wounds show a distinctive pattern.

- Could be brass knuckles, maybe.
- Maybe,

but how do you explain the punctures?

I might be able to answer that question.

Brass knuckles included.

Could have a partial

palm print here.

Looks like what happened in Las Vegas

kind of stayed on Las Vegas.

Well, I see your palm print, and I raise you

a knee impression and a footprint.

What kind of shoes was Wes Clyborn wearing?

Uh, dress shoes.

- Why?
- These aren't dress shoes.

They're work boots.

And they look like they are
hauling ass out of here.

Right out the back door.

Work boots weren't the
only thing hauling ass.

Mm-hmm.

Tire treads and boot prints.

Got some paint.

Could be transfer.

It looks like we've got some trace here.

White and crusty.

Not much different than
what's in your fridge.

Sodium bicarbonate.

Trace from the boot print

is baking soda?

Specifically, the chemical formulation used

in industrial cleaning supplies.

Still pretty generic.

Doesn't get us any closer to tracking Juan.

Well, if you want unique,

I've got just your color.

Royal crimson metallic.

Auto paint transfer from the loading bay

at the crime scene.

Used exclusively on one vehicle model,

Austin Healy B-100.

From 1955 to 1957.

That's a hell of a nice car.

I don't see Juan Perez owning it.

Maybe he was working on it.

Soda blasting.

Sodium bicarbonate

applied through compressed air.

Used by auto-detailing places to prep a car

that's about to be repainted.

Perhaps with royal crimson metallic.

Maybe Juan borrowed the car.

If you owned a classic ride
like a '56 Austin Healy,

I doubt you'd take it to
the corner body shop. -No.

I'd go to the best to pimp my ride.

That guy there.

Juan Perez?

LVPD.

Your parole officer's been looking for you.

So have we.

I guess you found me.

Hmm?

Oh.

Ooh. That had to hurt.

Maybe you can fix that dent
before we take you downtown.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

What took you so long?

I've been busy today.

We recovered Juan Perez's gun.

We're running it.

Well, I can tell you right
now that Juan fired that gun.

All right.

Blood pools from Wes
Clyborn's two gunshot wounds.

He was shot standing, falls.

Bleeds from the head and the gut.

And over here, HV spatter,
another blood pool.

Which comes from Vicky Sheldon's GSW,

the through-and-through,

which ends up in Wes.

Okay, so, bang, bang.

Two gunshot victims.

Efficient, expedient.

Nothing in common... with this.

- The beating of Elena Perez.
- Yeah.

Look at all of that blood.

Not efficient.

Not expedient.

No. I calculated

roughly ten to 12 blows to the head

with the murder weapon.

And then this knee impression. At first,

I thought that it was the killer.

But the void from the castoff and spatter

is actually on the other side of her.

So, the killer was on this side, which means

that the knee impression
was not from the killer.

It was from somebody who
came after the beating.

Maybe somebody who wanted to help.

Somebody like a brother.

Where are you going with this?

Juan may have pulled the trigger,

but I don't think he was the trigger.

It's a little Zen.

Okay, so,

our current assumption is that Juan Perez

held Wes Clyborn here at gunpoint, right?

- Right.
- All right.

So, let me ask you a question.

You're an ex-con with a gun

at my back.

Okay.

And you are ready to use it.

Oh!

Where's my safe word?

You don't need one.

You have a gun... and I don't.

And all of this blood says that I managed

to punch you in the face, not once,

but over half a dozen times.

A rich kid takes down an ex-con with a gun?

How does that happen?

It doesn't.

You make a good case.

Juan Perez's blood makes the case.

He may have walked out with that gun,

but I don't think he brought it.

Doesn't look good, Juan.

Career criminal running from the cops,

gun with your prints found
in your work locker.

So why all the talk?

I mean, you got me, and you got the gun.

And ballistics confirms

that you used it against Wes Clyborn

and Vicky Sheldon.

If you don't mind, I have one question.

Am I going to give it up,

rig ht?

Why else you think I'm sitting here

without some half-asleep, court-appointed,

public pretender sitting next to me?

That wasn't my question.

We have your sister
Elena's cell phone records

that shows that

she called you the night of the murders.

My question is, why?

Why do you think?

I think she needed you

because she was scared for herself

and her friend Vicky,

whose ex had been calling
her all night long.

He tried to ram his car
through her apartment

a couple of days before that,

but now he had a bigger head of steam going.

He wanted what was his...

and he came for it.

- Vicky...
- It's over!

You got that part right.

Hey!

What's going on?

How am I doing so far?

You were just trying to protect your sister.

You just didn't count on the rich boy

having brought a street gun to the party.

Oh... my God!

You came to,

you saw Wes beating your sister,

and you had to stop him.

You had to protect the family.

Get off her!

Juan, put the gun down, please!

You had no other choice.

Your sister was already dead.

You knew how things would look, so you ran.

This is your lucky day.

There's the pen,

and there's the paper.

Write it down.

Yeah, I was always the troublemaker.

Life wasn't fair,

so I made it fair.

But Elena never complained.

Elena worked hard.

Elena had faith.

And the one time

that she needed me--

someone like me...

...I failed her.

How the hell do you know
what went on in that room?

I have a very smart friend.

She's your friend, too.

Give us a minute, will you?

Tried to take my hallway walk.

Cops wouldn't let me leave.

I'm not going home...

am I?

No.

Did I hurt Vicky?

You hurt 'em all, Wes.

Two people are dead because of you.

I remembered something this morning.

I loved her.

I know I did.

The person you say did this...

...I don't even know him.

Neither do I, man.

That was very nicely done.

You did all the work.

I did, didn't I?

And here's your...

dollar back.

Like you said,

I'm not really in it for the money.

Don't you ever miss it?

I mean, you've been out of the game now,

how long?

You know how long.

You want back in?

- You asking?
- Oh, come on.

Don't make me beg.

I like it when you beg.

I have my own envelope.

My expenses.

Party table rental, two smocks, some paints.

It's all in there.

Come on. What do you think?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

Okay.

I will think about it.

I may call you.

I may answer.

Hey, whoa-ho-ho!

Nobody calls me Diebenkorn around here.

It's D.B.