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TRIPP:
Like the drive?
Scenic.

Guy lives in a barn?
Yeah.

CAINE:
What do you got,
gentlemen?

We saw our victim--
he's a white male,

he's 25, and he's
bound with duct tape.

You been in yet?

Nope. Waiting on you guys.

All right, gentlemen,
let's do it.

CAINE:
We've got yellow powder
on the table.

Bathtub: methamphetamine.

Speed.

CAINE:
Cocaine high, no off button.

I've seen people stay up

for 15 days on it.

TRIPP:
Look at this place--

disassembled radios,

TVs taken apart.

Tweakers just tweak stuff

till they drop,
don't they?

SPEEDLE:
He doesn't look
like he dropped.

He looks like somebody
beat the crap out of him.

Could've been the
result of an argument.

Problem is,
when a meth-head
starts something...

DELKO:
No off button.

CAINE:
Eric...

Just take it easy.

Something... is not right here.

Tweakers love their porn.

DELKO:
Let's see how kinky our guy was.

Eric...

Run.

Run! Get the hell out of here!

DELKO:
Get out, everybody out!

( beeping )

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( garbled radio transmission)

You okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

Under the heading of "no
crime scene is ever safe," huh?

Lesson learned.
The problem is

that our murder scene has been
compromised in a very big way.

Bomb squad's still sweeping.
You're up.

Okay.

Just you and me?

You sound disappointed.

( laughs )

Joe family man.

Makes a milk run
to the convenience
store and gets popped.

No wallet.
Figured robbery.

DUQUESNE:
Shot in the heart.

That's kind of personal,
don't you think?

I do. So I had patrol

canvass for the wallet.

Found it over there
in the trash.

It's got cash, credit cards.

I've got two rounds here,
and, you know,

maybe I can get a fingerprint
off of this one.

No way. Heat from the primer
burns the prints off.

That's true,
except this one is unspent,

so it didn't go
through the barrel.

I guess the primer
probably malfunctioned

because of humidity,
so when the firing
pin hit it--

nothing, it was a dud.

Hopefully leaving behind
a set of fingerprints.

I stand corrected.

That's what I like
about you, Hagen.

Oh, my God.

Calleigh?

His name's Dennis Harmon.

You know him?

I know someone who does.

WOODS:
Yes, I remember
my Christmas party.

I told you no gifts--

you brought one for
each of my kids. Why?

The couple there,
the Harmons--
Dennis and Julie.
Yeah.

Two of my oldest friends.
What about them?

No.

Dennis...

We're still young.

You know, Alexx, you could
reassign this to another M.E.

I talked to Jones, and he said

he'd be willing
to take it.

I'm all right.

( sniffles )

His pupils are dilated.

Opposite of what
they'd normally do at death.

I'll get blood to tox.

Homicide notified Julie yet?

I should be there when
they talk to her.

Yes, Hagen is doing it.

He's doing it.
And, Alexx,

there's something else
that I think you ought to know.

This killing has the marks
of an acquaintance murder.

There was a faked robbery

and a bullet to the heart,
that sort of a thing.

Oh, it's got to be a random.

Dennis wouldn't get caught
up in something like...

Listen to me.

Like every victim's friend
comes down here--

thinking I know somebody,

what they'd
be caught up in.

Truth is...

nobody really knows anyone.

It's all clear.

Lots of blast damage.

This was no
little pipe bomb.

No.
Probably dynamite.

Yeah. Enhanced by gasoline,
set on a time delay.

Yeah. Lucky for you.

We're talking at least
16,000 feet per second.

Really?

Felt like 15. Thank you.

( chuckles ):
Right.

What I don't get is,

if you're trying
to destroy evidence,

why not put the device
right next to the body?

CAINE:
He wasn't trying
to cover a murder.

He rigged the bomb for kicks

and destroyed evidence
as a bonus.

Another piece of the guitar.

Blew that thing apart, huh?

Yeah, I've been picking up
pieces of this

all over the room.

Hm. Guitar string.

( camera shutter clicks )

Check this out.

That's some sort of material
adhered to the surface.

That's a capacitor.

Energy storage unit?
The first component of our bomb.

Judging by the oxidation,

we're near
the seat of detonation.

Part of the signature?

CAINE:
Mm-hmm.

If we I.D. the signature,
we can I.D. the suspect.

CAINE:
So how is our tweaker?

WOODS:
What is it with white boys

and duct tape?

Tape's hardly damaged.

They say that
roaches and duct tape

will survive
the end of the world.

Well, at least something's
in our favor.

Killer's prints
might be on this.

So, is that
the last of it?
Yeah.

Don't get confused.

I mark my cuts
with black ink.

Got it. I'll be in Trace.

I'm going to need a ten-card
on this guy A.S.A.P., all right?

More like a one-card.
Hands are singed.

All right.

I'll take what I can get.

I'm finding a lot
of this material

inside the victim's head wound.

This is the biggest piece
so far.

That looks like wood.
Is it from the blast?

No. Hemorrhagic tissue indicates

he was alive when the wood
fragmented with the impact.

Blunt force trauma.

So we're talking about
a possible murder weapon.

Murder was redundant.

He only had a year or so
by the looks of his liver.

Let's find out who stole

the last 12 months of his life,
all right?

Maple. Nice.

How much from the pre-explosion
crime scene do you remember?

About three pages worth.

I'll put it in my F.I. report.

You remember
a pool table?

No. I wouldn't have missed that.

Our murder weapon is a pool cue.

Take a look at that.
That's at 400x.

Pool cues are made
from pressed wood--

20 laminates per inch.

What's the shiny stuff?

The shiny stuff is sugar.

Sap.
Standard Canadian maple.
Mm-hmm.

So we got two tweakers up
for days getting cranked,

start scratching at each other.

Our victim gets
subdued somehow,

bound with duct tape and beat
to death with a pool cue.

TRIPP:
Hey, guys.

The title to the crime scene

is held by Judith Lindeman.

Rents to our victim,
Darwin Capshaw.

Darwin? That's ironic.

He's in the system--

small-time drug dealer.
Which means he has enemies.

I took a look at his friends.

Last time he was arrested,
the report listed

a crime partner:
Tommy Lee Harkins.

Tommy Lee Harkins.
Let's bring him in.

You seem
very agitated to me.

Very agitated.
Is that the meth?

I wasn't...
No, I'm not agitated, no.

Are the shadow people

chasing you, Tommy?

Is that the meth playing
with your head?

Look at those eyes, Frank.

Take a look at those eyes.

Tommy...

did you and Darwin

have an argument
that escalated?

N-No.

Okay. What's that on your shirt?

It's-it's-it's
nothing, man.

I had a burger on the way here.

No, you didn't.
You didn't have a burger.

You're cranked--
your body won't accept food,

so you did not have a burger.
Don't lie to me.

It looks like blood,
and if it's blood, Tommy,

that means you were within feet
of Darwin during the beating.

Which also tells me
you participated.

Oh... okay, I was there,

but I didn't do nothing.

It was Chaz.

When he was beating on Darwin,
I bailed.

Who is Chaz?

Um... plays the banjo...

all night, all day.

Crazy ass weird songs.

Why was he beating on Darwin?

Uh, Darwin told Chaz
that his music sucked.

Your music sucks, man.

Nothing worse
than what you play.

So Chaz...

he knocked him on his ass.

You're pathetic,
man, it's...

( grunting )

He was...

laughing...
while he taped him up,

and then he beat on him
some more.

With a pool cue.

Yeah. Yes.

How'd you know all this?

Magic.

( quietly ):
Did he kill the girl?

What girl?

Just a girl
that Chaz brought around.

You know what, Frank,
let's put out a broadcast.

Maybe the girl is still alive.

Ma'am, did your husband
have any enemies?

Enemies?

Business, personal.

He's a dentist.

I'm a doctor.

The only people we know
are people at the club or...

or the kids' school.

Was there a chance perhaps
that he was seeing someone

outside the marriage?

Our marriage, our family
is our life.

No, there's no one.

( knocking )

You okay?

I can't believe it.
I just can't.

I know, baby, I know.

I don't think
I can tell the kids.

They're going to remember

who told them the rest
of their lives.

I don't think
I'm strong enough.

I'll go with you.

I can't ask you to do that.

Yes, you can.

We'll get through this.

We'll get through this, honey.

Get any prints off
the tape from Darwin?

No, nothing.

Hmm...

The duct tape is
pretty standard.

Polyethylene resin on one
side, adhesive on the other.

Nothing unique enough
to lead us to this guy.

Yeah, by itself, duct tape
is virtually untraceable,

but look at this section
from the ankles

and this section
from the wrists.

Lock and Key.

On this mouth section,
there's a physical match
with the wrists.

Torn consecutively from
the same roll of tape.

( tape ripping )

We find that tape,

we can match it to
one of these ends.

Hmm, he's got something
in his pocket.

What is it?
More tape?

No, it's some kind of note.

Can you read it?

No. Char damage. It's bad.

I'm going to be in QD.

Yeah, it is.

Can you do something with it?

Careful, man.

It's fragile.

Yeah, it's the only link
we have to a tweak killer,

so if you're going
to make it worse,

just maybe forget it.

I got a way to do it.

This paralene will
adhere to the paper.

It hardens it.

( soft whirring )

Makes it stable enough
for analysis.

( click )

Looks the same.

Looks are misleading.

( electronic trilling )

DELKO:
Why infrared?

WELCH:
Charred ink absorbs light
at a different wavelength

than charred paper.

Lets us see it.

WELCH:
Yeah.

( laughs )

There you go.

A name and a phone number.

Yeah, that's a
cell phone number.

Meth-heads don't
use land lines.

You shouldn't sneak up
on people.

Chaz isn't people,

so let's break out the Global
Positioning and sneak up on him.

( hard rock playing )

SPEEDLE:
There's a lot
of extension cords.

CAINE:
Mm-hmm.

TRIPP:
They're not people who pay their
electric bill. Free power.

SWAT Team move
into final position.

( police sirens wailing )

Who turned my Skynard off, man?

I can't see my hands.

Police department!
Everyone on the ground now!

Move!

( helicopters whirring )

( sirens wailing )

CAINE:
Everybody please stand up.

We're looking for somebody
named Chaz.

TRIPP:
Chaz beat a Darwin Capshaw
to death.

Had a young woman
he was going to do next.

Anybody seen her?

Know of her whereabouts?

CAINE:
Ladies and gentlemen,

if this lady dies,
and you have
knowledge of it,

you are an accomplice.

Am I understood?

Okay, here's what
I want you to do:

Everybody take
their left hand

and stick it
out, please.

Left hands.

Your other left hand, Scruffy.

CAINE:
Very good.

Thank you.

Geez.

Thank you.

Very interesting
calluses.

So you're a
guitar player,

Chaz?

Where's the girl?

I know all about you.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine.

Homicide.

Bomb Squad.

I run you in on something?

I actually know your brother,
Officer Raymond.

Well, I... I knew
your brother.

Big meth-head.

God he loved his crank,
didn't he?

You probably know that,
don't you?

Considering you had to do
the mop-up on him

after he checked out.

Chaz...

if you don't tell me
where this girl is,

I'm going to tear this place
apart, you understand?

Whatever.

( chuckling ):
I just crash here.

Okay, you had your chance.

Call in the cadaver
dogs, please.

Hi, Calleigh.

Hey.

Any luck on AFIS?

Done run out,

and then moved on
to a different database.

Miami employees.

Well, looks like
we got our shooter.

Brad Kenner.
No priors.

22 years young.

I'll arrange
an interview.

You know
Dennis Harmon?

No.

Then how did your bullet
get in him?

You put this bullet
in the magazine.

That's your fingerprint.

( clicks )

First one
was a dud.

Second one got him
right in the heart.

I've never met the man.

Okay.

He's a stranger.

You try to carjack him,

things went
sideways?

No.

Brad, I don't think
you understand

the evidence that we have.

Ridge analysis says that you,
and only you, loaded the gun

and I can tell you exactly
where you keep it--

you either keep it
in your basement

or you keep it at your
place of employment
at the loading docks--

and the reason that
I know this is

'cause humidity caused
the primer to malfunction.

There aren't a lot of basements
in Florida,

so my bet is, it's
at the loading dock.

I'll drive over
there right now,

recover your gun.

It's not my gun,
it's a friend's.

What's his name?

It's a she. She's older.

What's her name?

Julie Harmon.

DUQUESNE:
The wife of
the deceased.

Do you have
her picture?
Yeah.

It's Julie Harmon.

She's a pretty woman.

Yeah, she is.

She's a lot of things.

You meet her at a bar?

Her office. She's an eye doctor.

Julie know you were going
to shoot her husband?

Yeah. She told me to.

Alexx!

Alexx... wait.

Why would she lie to me
to my face?

Why would she
have me sit there

and tell her kids their daddy
passed like she had no idea why?

My friend-- to my face.

I don't know, but all I know

is that she's not
your friend right now,

she's a suspect,
and anything

you do or say can
jeopardize the case.

And I think it would
probably be better

if you just threw
everything over to Jones:

tox, final report.

I think you should just
turn the case over.

When are you and Hagen
going to interview Julie?

I think that it would be better
if you didn't know

the particulars
of this case anymore.

Okay.

I'm out.

Cadaver dogs
are coming up empty.

What's all this?

These are the ramblings
of a drugged-out tweaker.

Chaz say anything about Darwin
or the missing woman?

No. No, he didn't.

This one's all about
a "Tin Man."

Did you say "Tin Man"?

Yes. Tweaker speak

for meth-heads.

"Friends of Tina,"
"smoking off tin."

( paper rustling )

This is great intel,

I'll get it to Narco.

Right. Burn me a copy of that,
will you?

Sure.

Thanks.

What do we have here?

Shotgun shells,
soldering iron,

wire cutters...

Trademark tools

for bomb-making.

What've you got?

( sighs )

I checked the
out-buildings--
no girl nowhere.

Same here.

We've got to hold him

on his word,

that burned-out
tweaker, Tommy Lee.

Did Animal Control take the dog?

There was no dog.

What do you mean?

There was no dog.

Empty doghouse.

Let's take a look at this.

Did you hear that?

Give me a hand with this, Frank.

Yeah.

Give me a hand.

Ready?

Go!

( grunting )

Don't shoot!

Miss, hang on a second.
Miss, hang on.

You're okay.

Easy. I got you.

Who put you
in there?

I tell you, he'll kill me.

I don't want you to worry
about that right now.

Tell me who put
you in there.

( garbled police radio
transmission )

Miss?

Well...

I guess I know
all about you, too, huh?

It must have been scary
down in that hole, huh?

When I was underground,
I wasn't worried I'd die,

I was just worried I'd die
without doing meth again.

How long you been a friend
of Tina?

Couple of years.

Couple hundred years.

Hmm.

I used to be beautiful.

You still are, Susie.

( slightly chuckles )

You know, it's so weird. You...

You look like this guy
used to get cranked with Chaz.

Real meth freak.

Tin man.

I'm going to need you
to, uh...

testify against Chaz for what
he did to you and Darwin?

It's one thing to say
he shoved me in a box,

but diming him out
for an actual murder...

What would it take
to make that happen?

Move my probation to Indiana.

Get me a job there.

Maybe I can...

kick this.

Okay.

Let me look into that.

Why don't you tell me
what happened?

Uh... me...

Chaz,

Darwin and Tommy Lee,
we'd been, uh...

snorting crank
for five days straight.

I was so tired, like LSD awake.

Chaz was...

writing songs on his guitar.

I was making

my matchstick houses.

You have to make sure
that you line up

all the matches
perfectly straight,

so that they're,
they're perfectly...

Stupid bitch.

( laughing )

And Chaz just started tripping,

yelling at Darwin.

About music?

Yeah.

Grabbed my cue,
started hitting him with it.

( grunting )

( screams ):
No!

No, you hit him too hard!

Get off me!

Darwin's head popped open
like a tomato.

And then Chaz
started taping him up.

Help me get him up.

I don't think he's dead.

I... I froze.

He noticed me,

drug me to his car...

Let me go!

Locked me in the trunk.

Let's go!

Drug me to the dog house.

( sniffs )

And here I am...

looking at you looking at me.

I'm going to need you
to swear out a statement.

I'm good at swearing.

Good.

I have made
such a mess of things.

Well, then, help us
put them in order.

Did you plan the
shooting with Brad?

God, no.

He says you gave him the gun.

A .25 registered
to your husband.

Yes, I did give him the gun
for protection.

He was mugged
working down at the docks.

I was worried about him.

Brad says you asked him
to kill your husband.

He said that?

Said you met at your office,

you gave him
new glasses

and he could see
for the first time
in his life.

And when he saw you,
he knew he was in love.

He di say that.

He said the same thing to me.

Look...

It was just four months. I...

I kept trying
to end it.

I told him,

I told him I could
never be with him. That...

Well, that if I met him
ten years ago,

or in some other life
where I didn't

have a husband
and three children...

that's... that's why Brad thinks
I told him to kill Dennis.

( garbled police radio
transmissions )

Are you arresting me?

No. A determination
won't be made

until all the evidence is in.

DELKO:
Well, this has got to be
Chaz's car.

SPEEDLE:
Patrol found it.

No leaves or debris
on the windshield.

Hasn't been here long.

You want to tow it?

Nah. I think it's easier
to examine it here.

Got one jumbo-sized bag
of beef jerky.

Two disposable cameras.

More pictures.

More porn.

Won't be taking this
to one-hour photo.

( police radio transmissions)

Well, this is definitely

Chaz's duct tape.

Only he cut the end this time.

Which means you can't
match it to the other sections.

Dead end.

It's pretty smart for a tweaker.

Maybe not.

I'll see you back at the lab.

Seniority?

It's a priority.

Tell me something good, Speed.

Well, the roll of tape
we recovered

from Chaz's car was cut,

so any comparisons
to torn ends is out.

But you went further,
didn't you?

Look macro, not micro.

Chaz wrote his name
on the side of the tape.

So as the pieces were torn

there's small amounts

of ink on the edges

and ink from the torn sections
lines up perfectly.

So it was Chaz's roll that
restrained Darwin, wasn't it?

( police radio transmissions)

I want to thank you
for providing a lawyer.

The system does
that, not us.

Don... Don.

VALENTA:
Just to be clear,

this arraignment is for

the murder of Darwin Capshaw
only, correct?

We're going to be filing
separate charges

for the kidnapping of the girl
at a later date.

Then the case is over.

No arraignment necessary.

What are you talking about?

We got key evidence that proves
that Chaz murdered Darwin.

A roll of duct tape
with Chaz's name written on it?

Anyone could have used that
on the victim.

CAINE:
Hang on a second, guys.

There is an eyewitness
to that murder.

Susie Barnam
is a convicted felon.

That is not my point.

Yeah, well,

you better
read this note.

It's from Susie Barnam,

your star witness.

HAFFMAN:
"Chaz, I told you I'd get back
at you, you bastard.

I hope you fry in hell. Susie"

VALENTA:
Translation:

Game over.
Murder charge

and Susie's alleged kidnap.

It's been nice, Lieutenant.

Mmm.

She's telling the truth, Don.

Her character's been
trouble for us
from the start.

I don't care.
I believe her.

It's over, Horatio.

A judge would kick it,
no jury would buy it.

No, Don...

You know this guy kills people
for thrills, right?

Bring me proof.

Didn't we have some Narco
Task Force on this Chaz guy?

That operation is classified.
Right, right.

Wasn't your brother Ray
part of that unit?

That was classified.

Not classified anymore.

Bring me proof

or Chaz stays a free man.

Did you see this?

Dennis had cyclopentolate
in his bloodstream--

150 micrograms per mil,
according to the tox report.

Aren't you supposed
to be off this case?

Jones got the report.

Can't help it if I can
read upside down.

See those ingredients?

That's why Dennis's eyes
were dilated at post--

prescription eyedrops.

And who has access to eyedrops
and who is an eye doctor

at Coral Gables
Professional building?

Your friend Julie.

I'll talk to Hagen about it.

You're not even going
to ask me why she'd
slip Dennis eyedrops?

I'm a lawyer's daughter.

I don't ask a question
that I have the answer to.

Julie, do you
have any idea

how your husband
came in possession

of this eyedrop
solution?

I prescribed it for him
a couple months ago.

Why?

He was getting migraines.

They're not
designed for that,

but they help
de-constrict arteries.

Mrs. Harmon, what is the
prescribed use of these drops?

To dilate the pupils
so a physician

can get a better look
at the ocular muscle.

It also blurs vision,
isn't that right?

That is a side effect, yes.

So it would've made it
impossible for your husband

to see Brad approach him
with a gun.

Wait, what do you want?

( cocks gun )

You're saying I slipped my
husband the eyedrops

before he left the house?

Did you?

No.

I was taking care
of a sick kid, I told you that.

Dennis must've

taken the drops

just before he got
in the car.

His migraines came on fast.

He only thought he'd be gone
five minutes.

You don't look convinced.

I, uh...

I guess it's time
to call a lawyer.

We have a phrase
in law enforcement.

It's called
"equivocal evidence."

It means when you can interpret
the evidence

both for and against
the suspect equally,

we are obligated

to give the suspect
the benefit of the doubt.

What happens to Brad?

Uh... he's just 22.

HAGEN:
We've got his prints,
his confession.

It's murder one.

The State's going
to ask for L-WOP.

"L-WOP"?

Life without parole.

H, Just finished logging in
all the evidence

from Chaz's vehicle
like you asked.

Okay. Anything from
the bomb debris?

Uh, Speedle's on it.

Nothing so far.

I'm going over to the photo lab
to get the film

in these disposable cameras
developed.

Wait a second.
What disposable cameras?

From Chaz's car.

Found them on the floor.

Let me see that.

Chaz's car?

( click )

( faint beeping )

It works.

Smile.

Susie said that she and Chaz

were up for five days
at Darwin's, but by day four,

Chaz had run out
of radios to fix.

Now, disposable cameras

like this one run off capacitors
that are powered

by batteries, right?

But in this case, our bomber

placed a nail
opposite the flash... here.

So when Eric lifted the box,

tension from something caused
a chain of events.

Got some porn.

Let's see how kinky our guy was.

Allowing
the capacitor to charge.

Right.

So we have a time delay.

Once fully charged,
the capacitor sent electricity

down the wires
to the blasting cap.

The cap explodes...

Air is displaced

at 16,000 feet per second...

setting off the jugs
of gasoline.

How did it get there?

Guitar string.

When I first went

onto the scene,

I noticed a guitar.

Yeah, so did I, against
the couch. So?

So it didn't have any strings.

No, it didn't, but a guitar
string could work, couldn't it?

That would create the tension.

I guess Chaz is making
a different kind of music.

You guys collected wire cutters
inside his trailer, right?

Yes, we did.
Nice going, Speed.

This is the coup de grace.

Hmm... Boom.

Got you.

Take a good
look around, Chaz.

This is the last room
you're ever going to be
in that has windows.

Susie's a stoner.

Nobody's going to believe her.

We're not charging you
with Darwin's murder,
are we, Frank?

We're charging you with
the attempted murder

of all county employees

that responded
to Darwin's crime scene.

What attempted murder?
I wasn't even there.

But your explosive was.

Well, who says it's mine?

And so was your guitar string
and your wire cutters.

And so you know,

physical evidence, my friend,

is always better

than an eyewitness.

TRIPP:
This is a warrant
for your arrest.

You ask me, Chaz, you're
looking at 15 to 20 years.

What is this,
your consolation prize?

Consolation prize?

Yeah, for the loss of your
brother... the Tin Man.

Chaz, this is no way to start
your rehabilitation.

Tin Man was a dirty cop.

Who do you think taught me
how to make bathtub meth?

Got himself killed

before anyone found out
the truth.

Probably went out squealing
like a little girl.

Frank...

get him out of here
before I soil my reputation.

Police released me.

Yeah, I heard.

You know I didn't do it.

Hey, that's between you
and your maker.

Come on, you believe me,
don't you, Lex?

You're smart, and you
always get what you want.

Get what I want?

Come on.

My husband is dead, and that
young boy is going to prison.

Get what I want?

And look who's still alive
and fancy-free.

You really think I did it?

No.

You didn't pull the trigger...

but you are responsible.

Believe me, Julie,

you are responsible.

You don't think
I don't know that?

There's no telling
what you think.

Our families spent
every weekend together,

and you've got this whole other
life right under my nose.

And I wanted to tell you,

I wanted to tell you
a thousand times,

but I didn't because
I didn't want

to put you guys in the middle.

But you let Denny take
my kids out for ice cream.

Do you know what kind
of danger you put them in?

If that boy had shot him

some other night
with my kids in the car,

he could've killed them.

He could've killed yours.

Alexx, I...

I am so sorry.

Can you, uh...

Can you find it...

Can you forgive me?

If it was the other way around,
could you?

SUSIE:
Chaz won't find out
where I went, will he?

No. Only your P.O. and I
will know where you are.

Thanks.

I thought once
I couldn't help
your court case

against him, you'd burn me.

Well, life is filled with
surprises, isn't it?

( timid laugh )

The Tin Man used to say that.

Did you crank with him?

No. No, Chaz always
thought we did, but, um...

Uh-uh.

Isn't that what
narcos do, pretend?

What about you?

I'm not going to lie to you.

Tina's too good.

That stuff will kill you, Susie.

I'm hoping for a few more years.

Okay. I will be here
if you need me.

Thanks.

Okay.

You take care.

Thank you.

All right.

Go ahead.

CHAZ:
Tin Man's whack.

Ask all kinds of questions,

going to get himself
killed someday.

CAINE:
If the crank doesn't first.

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