Good meeting?
Routine, Nico. Painfully routine.
Well, your bone density looks good.
And I don't see any hairline fractures.
Congratulations. You're free.
No cast. Okay.
Gonna give you a little something for the swelling
just in case, but other than that,
you guys are good to go.
No follow-ups. Pharmacy just down the hall.
Thanks. I'll get this filled and meet you in the car.
All right. I'll sign you out.
Uh, thank you for coming in.
Oh, yeah. I know you're super busy and...
Yeah, it's fine. It's my job. Happy to do it.
Speaking of jobs, um, how have you been?
You been busy?
Yeah. Been pretty busy.
You know, life's, like, complicated with work and...
You know. Sounds like the, uh,
the brooding cop routine.
I don't really remember how
the rest of that goes, though. Could you remind me?
There's, like, a whole... You know, I...
I actually put my life on the line every day.
Mm. Mm-hmm.
And I see gruesome things
that I can't get out of my head. "Gruesome." I-I'm sorry.
I can't really relate. I work in an ER,
and, I mean, usually, we have puppies
and cupcakes in here. We pass them around
for a couple hours and call it a day. Okay, okay.
Your job is as traumatic as mine.
Thank you. Happy?
I, uh, uh...
Like clockwork. I have to handle this.
I'm sorry, there's a...
Cupcakes and kittens. Yeah, exactly.
Um...
I'll see you again soon, Detective?
Right.
Jen's tape.
Quality was bad,
so I got Fletcher
to work his magic.
What did it cost you?
Dodger tickets. Behind home plate.
He tried to negotiate a dinner for two with you.
I thought about it.
Well, it was cheaper than the tickets.
Fletcher restored and digitized
all the footage he could recover.
Hi.
If you're watching this, then you realize that I'm not dead.
I'm sure you have lots of questions,
and let me just...
Wait, what'd she say?
And I...
I'm not sure.
I wish I could tell you everything, but...
I love you, Emma.
And I miss you.
I miss you so much.
Jen, Jen.
Jen, what'd you take?
Jen, focus.
Look at me, Jen. I am looking at you, Emma.
Just think about those fun times at St. Croix.
Video, Emma, St. Croix.
You know what any of it means?
No.
Yeah?
Hey, we caught a body.
All right, I'll be right there.
I got to go.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah, Jen...
Jen called me Emma once.
She was high,
and I-I had no idea what she was saying,
and I-I didn't ask.
You can't beat yourself up over that.
How were you supposed to know it meant anything?
No, it... It's not that I didn't ask.
It's-it's...
Jen was my friend,
and it didn't even occur to me to ask.
So, to recap, you go have a drink
to avoid fighting with your husband,
you meet Bar Dude, who's cute and a doctor
and cool hanging out with you without any expectations,
and you have somehow convinced yourself that that's a bad thing.
It just felt more innocent
before I knew his name was Luca and he's a doctor.
Unclutch your pearls, McKenna.
You're overthinking this. You got a drinking buddy.
Big whoop.
What we got?
Vehicular homicide.
A neighbor was letting her dog out last night,
saw an SUV driving down the street like a bat out of hell.
Jumped the curb, ran across the grass,
and hit our victim and sped off.
Witness get a make and model on the vehicle?
No, it was too dark.
He's young. Teenager.
His name is Sean Moore. Student I.D. said
that he went to Cal Highlands University.
Go Bullfrogs.
Notify next of kin? We're working on it.
He didn't have a phone, so we got some boots
tracking down his parents.
Teenager without a phone? Little sus.
Well, this is definitely not an accident.
This is Detective Walker. There's also this.
This is a collect call
from the San Jacinto Women's Correctional Facility.
Rolex. Nice. Yep.
...with a call from...
Figured he was wearing it. When he got hit, it came off.
This is a $15,000 Rolex if I'm not mistaken,
and I am never mistaken.
Your fly's down.
I don't have one today.
I mean, this is pretty expensive,
even for a rich kid.
Think?
Your phone is blowing up today, huh?
Your hairline's blowing up.
Oh, we all have jokes today.
Well, he's a water polo player.
Looks like we're going back to school.
When you go, make sure you check out the Wall of Fame.
Just might be a trophy case with some soccer trophies won by...
You know who.
Oh, my God.
Soccer. That's so rad.
Oh, my God. That's, like, everything.
Why are you guys trying to make me feel bad?
- I actually kind of like soccer. - Me, too.
Man U's my team. Oh, Chelsea's much better.
He probably was the manager.
Are you ticklish?
What's everyone looking at?
We were sent an anonymous e-mail this morning.
Oh, yeah? You've got another supporter.
What's she holding?
A feather tickler.
Okay, I'm not even gonna ask how you know that, Stephen.
Supporter, you say?
See the poster?
Huh.
ASMR.
This will help with younger voters.
Well, whatever gets my message out, right?
Relax your mind... And just...
ASM what?
ASMR. I know I am.
It's what kids do these days.
This is your quiet time.
Yeah.
Excuse me, everyone.
It's a good thing.
Cannonball run!
You suck. Now I'm gonna beat you.
You suck.
Word travels fast. Yeah, someone saw the crime scene.
News about Sean's death was all over the school's news feed
by this morning.
Coach Gilbert?
Yes.
I'm Detective McKenna.
This is Detective Burnett.
We're with the LAPD.
We spoke with your athletic director. Sorry for your loss.
- Thank you. It's hit us really hard. - Really?
Team seems to be coping pretty well
so soon after news of Sean's death.
Well, we had a team meeting this morning.
Sean was the heart and soul of this program.
And what better way to honor him
as well as channel their emotions?
Sounds like a good kid.
He was. I recruited him myself.
He was from Iowa. Man, that kid never missed a practice.
Hell, he was never even late.
Heard this was a hit-and-run?
We think it's a little bit more serious than this.
Coach, we suspect that it might be a homicide.
You know if Sean
ever got in trouble? Had enemies?
Beef with anyone?
I mean, not that I'm aware of.
Sean was a good kid. Everybody loved him.
This is terrible.
If it's all right with you, we'd like to talk to some of Sean's teammates.
You know, some of the guys who knew him best.
Of course.
Listen up!
Had you noticed Sean acting out of the ordinary?
Uh, he had a bad practice yesterday.
Dropped a couple dry passes.
Like his head wasn't in the game, really.
Other than that, nothing.
And he seemed fine the last time I saw him.
And when was that?
Yesterday after practice.
He was with, uh, Desiree.
Desiree?
My sister. They're dating. Or...
Well, they were dating.
And do you know where she is?
Sean's teammates said that he was upset
the day he died. Do you know why?
No.
Um, I don't know.
We know it's hard, Desiree, but just try.
Just think. Anything.
Anything at all. Sean and I broke up last week.
Well... Kind of.
We were, um, taking time to find ourselves.
But you were with him yesterday.
Yeah, because he couldn't...
He couldn't handle our split.
But we talked, and then... He left.
Can you think of any other reason why he would be upset?
I mean, did he owe anybody money or...
Oh, no, nothing.
I mean, I don't think.
I'm sorry,
I can't do this right now.
All right.
Well, if you think of anything,
give me a call.
It's good of you to come.
Most of our patients have immediate family
or friends when they check in.
Jen came in alone,
and it was weeks before she was willing to give us an emergency contact.
And that was me.
Recovery requires support if it's going to last.
Like I said, Detective, it's good that you're here.
Jen, you have a visitor.
Thanks for coming.
No problem.
How do I look?
Good.
Like you'd rather be in a Russian prison
with big-ass rats, but you look good.
I've never been east of Vegas, so...
I wouldn't know.
They really know what they're doing here.
You made a healthy choice.
I've been here before, you know?
It's been six years since I've been on the hard stuff,
until...
Arlo. Yeah.
Guess that makes sense why I'm your contact,
since this is my fault.
Oh, that's not...
That's not why.
It's because
I knew you wouldn't ask me any questions.
And you wouldn't judge me.
I'm not a good person, Syd.
I need to start over.
I just... I don't know how.
I do.
You okay?
I'm fine, Dad. How are you?
No, really.
Are you okay?
Are you ticklish? Let all your worries go.
I knew, after everything that happened last year,
that you would need some sort of outlet.
You know, we tried therapy, self-defense classes.
You said nothing helped, but I would never imagine
this is the direction you'd take.
I-It's not as bad as it looks.
Well, that's good to hear, because I'm not really sure what "it" is.
They're just videos.
Made from your bedroom.
ASMR is something that...
It helps me deal.
What if some sort of sicko gets the wrong idea,
figures out who you really are?
This isn't an Access Hollywood tape. It's therapeutic.
So if you're worried about your campaign, don't be.
I am not worried about my campaign, Iz.
I am worried about you.
I almost lost you.
I have never felt so helpless in my life.
I know this makes me sound like I'm a thousand years old,
but what if a weirdo gets-gets your information from...
I'm helping people.
You sure about that?
It's pretty cynical to focus on the negative.
Yeah, well, it's pretty naive to ignore it.
You don't have to worry about it, okay?
Nancy already grilled me on all of this...
Nance.
She knows, huh?
I was supposed to tell you, okay?
It's not her fault.
I just didn't think that it mattered.
Everything you do matters to me, Iz, everything.
Breaks my heart that you think you can't come to me with this.
Listen, I will always respect your privacy, but...
Secrets are something else.
We don't do secrets, okay?
You keeping anything from me?
Of course I am.
But that's part of the parent code.
It's a pretty sweet deal for you, actually,
because I get to help you with your problems
and shield you from mine.
Yeah. If you say so.
Hey!
Oh, shit.
Hello? FEMALE VOICE: This is a collect call
from the San Jacinto Women's Correctional Facility,
with a call from...
Gloria Walker...
...for Ben Walker.
To accept the charges, press one.
To decline, press two.
Yo.
Hey. Hey, I checked down in...
For you.
This is Detective Walker.
This is a collect call from the San Jacinto
Women's Correctional Facility, with a call from...
Feels like there's a story there.
There's not.
Yo!
What'd I tell you? Top five assists and goals,
co-captain, two-time MVP!
I-I got to say, I-I know I give you a lot of crap, Walker.
Yeah, you do. But... I was blown away
by all of your athletic achievements. What?
It was unreal.
You didn't s-see my trophies, did you?
Not a one, 'cause they don't exist.
They do exist. Wow. Okay, okay,
okay, so you guys come back from your little field trip,
you find nothing, and now you're back
looking for a new lead, huh?
Well, voila.
The Rolex from the crime scene.
Checked the serial number,
and our victim Sean Moore is not the father.
Who does it belong to? Marshall Hillman.
Uh, retired novelist, lives in Brentwood. Him and Sean have
no known connections.
There's no complaint on file,
- and he didn't report it stolen. - Nope.
Check out the car registration.
Oh. SUV.
Called his cell, no answer.
So, Sean steals the watch,
Hillman tries to get it back road-rage-style,
and now he's laying low.
Interesting theory.
Yes, yes, it is.
And now we will be chasing down our leads.
That's right. Peace.
That's how we do it.
Follow the leader!
Bags are on the plane, schedule's on your seat,
and black, no sugar.
So, tell me, Nico, how's business?
My limo service? It's good.
Yeah, my brother-in-law helped set me up.
Right now I'm just a fleet of one,
but, you know, I'm hoping to expand soon.
Must have been difficult to book clients
when that business about your mother came out.
I didn't, uh... I didn't think you knew.
Well, I always do my homework when it comes to business.
Look, Nico, I like you.
You're always on time, you know how to dress,
and you don't talk much,
which is the makings of a good private driver.
Private driver? For you?
How does full-time employment and a six-figure salary sound?
Too good to be true.
And yet the offer stands.
Even though you know my past?
What I do know is that public perception
and the truth are very rarely the same thing.
And I know that you were put in an impossible
and heartbreaking position.
And I know that you shouldn't continue to be punished for it.
It's not like I'm asking you to bury any bodies.
Just take a couple of days, think about it.
Let me know when I get back.
You gonna tell me what's up?
What? The phone call.
Come on, man.
Gloria... That's your mom's name, right?
Yeah.
Well, you never told me she was in San Jacinto.
As a matter of fact, you told me she was dead.
Well, she's dead to me.
Hey.
Mr. Hillman?
LAPD.
We'd like a word.
Look at the ride. No damage.
Pretty big tires, too.
Yeah, definitely big enough to mow someone down and not leave a scratch.
And it's in the driveway, so he's home.
Open door, no answer.
After you.
Mr. Hillman!
Mr. Hillman?
Detective Walker.
This is Detective Baines.
Mr. Hillman?
Found him.
Yo.
Looks like a burglary that went wrong.
Door was wide open.
Damn.
Gnarly fall.
Yeah.
Or push.
Well, somebody moved the body.
Somebody was kneeling right there.
What, rummaging through his pockets?
Or trying to resuscitate him.
Ah, we know where Sean got his watch from.
Wow.
So, Sean could be a thief and a killer.
Just gets better by the moment.
We got shoe prints right here.
Most likely they're Sean's,
but we're gonna need one of his to make a positive match.
See that?
Two left feet.
Yeah, he wasn't alone.
You ready, babe?
Come on, Sean, I know you're upset.
Come here.
Look, I know what you're trying to do.
Trying to cheer you up?
Come on, I know how much you love your camera.
This is good.
Zanzibar on Pico.
You're too young to remember,
but I used to take you and your brother there.
Hmm. Shawarma Saturdays.
Dad, pack it in.
I can finish all this up.
Just a seventh-inning stretch.
I'm good.
All right, but my insomnia is undefeated.
What's keeping you up at night, Syd?
Oh, God, can we not do this?
Well, it's not healthy.
Keeping it all bottled up inside
and not sharing
what you're feeling.
Okay.
I'm a shitty person.
Jen trusted me because I didn't pry into her life,
and she actually thought that I was, uh,
protecting her privacy, but the truth is,
I didn't want to know.
Not that I didn't care,
but then it would have made our relationship
more than what I needed.
I used her.
Now... That's just not true.
You wouldn't have gotten her a job here
just to make yourself feel better.
You were looking out for her.
You gave her a way out of her old life.
Well, maybe if I would've made time
to ask about her old life,
we wouldn't be as lost as we are right now.
I didn't... I didn't even know
that she went to St. Croix.
Jen was a very private person, Syd.
I mean, you can't assume, because...
What is it?
Jen once joked that she had never been east of Vegas.
I mean, at least I thought she was joking, but what if
she didn't mean
the island of St. Croix?
Yo!
Listen, bro, I want...
I'm sorry for getting into your business
about your mom and all of that.
I got to work on respecting people's space.
It's all good... She got ahold of my brother
and now he's calling me, too.
Apparently, whatever she needs to tell me is urgent.
You gonna call her back?
She wants to see me in person.
You gonna go?
I don't know, man, look.
She was... An addict.
She hopped in and out of our lives.
She got busted for all kinds of shit.
She's where she belongs.
And despite all of that, you're still thinking about it.
Look, man, people change.
And maybe after all this time,
she's just trying to make things right.
Maybe.
Hey, hey. NANCY: Autopsy report came back on Hillman.
Care to share?
Foreign DNA and prints were recovered from the body.
But whoever was with Sean is not in our system.
Come on, McKenna, you're burying the lede.
Someone tried to resuscitate Hillman.
Oh.
Yeah. There was subdermal bruising all over his sternum
and lip gloss on his mouth.
Wow, unless Sean likes to play dress-up
when he robs rich old men, his partner's a woman.
Do you know who it is? Well, that would be our lead, now, wouldn't it?
Am I under arrest?
Not yet.
You lied to us, Desiree.
And we hate to be lied to.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Remember when you said
you and Sean were, uh, taking a break?
What-what... Right? SYD: Well, yeah.
They were trying to, uh, find themselves
if I recall, right? Right, yeah, trying to,
trying to find themselves.
I guess during this time of reflection,
this must have slipped your mind.
Marshall Hillman, 65.
Cause of death... Severe trauma to the head.
You need to start talking now, Desiree.
A man is dead, Desiree.
If you were in his house, you need to speak up.
I tried to help him.
Sean and I were at a party at Bryson's house.
Bryson is Sean's teammate? Yeah.
Bryson was Hillman's neighbor.
Bryson dared Sean to break into his house.
He said it was part of his water polo team initiation.
You mean hazing.
So, you went with him?
We were drunk.
We didn't think anyone was home.
We snuck in through a back door,
and then Sean found this watch and he took it.
And that's when the upstairs lights came on,
and the guy came barreling down the stairs.
And he fell halfway down.
He wasn't moving.
We couldn't just leave the old guy,
so we pulled him off the stairs,
and we checked for a pulse, but he didn't have one.
I tried, okay?
Okay, Desiree,
so Hillman was an accident.
Who killed Sean?
I don't know, I swear.
I loved Sean.
Little neat, right? Yeah.
Little tidy. Yeah.
Hillman's dead, Sean's dead, only one story.
And it just happens to be
the only one alive is right here. Oh, my God.
That's crazy. It's so crazy.
And she's coming off like a damn saint.
I can prove it. Really?
Yeah. Bryson said that Sean needed
to bring proof that we went inside the house,
so Sean filmed the whole thing on his GoPro.
Do you know where the camera is?
Sean was wearing it all the time.
He... He had it the last time I saw him.
When? Where?
Come on, Desiree.
At school, okay? The night he died.
So, Sean was last seen with a GoPro the day he was killed.
Yeah, we found his phone in his locker.
It was synced to his GoPro, via Bluetooth.
We cloned the app, and we have officers fanning the area,
looking for a signal.
Damn, that's some Palo Alto shit. Whose idea was this?
Someone a lot smarter than you.
We got a hit at this frat house.
Ooh. That's a Sig frat house. Those dudes are the worst.
Right, McKenna and I will go through the front.
Detectives Day and Night, you go through the back.
You guys hang about a block away in case anybody bolts.
After y'all.
LAPD! Hands up!
Clear!
Is there a problem, Officers?
How fast was I going?
What's your name? Kenny.
Hi, Kenny. Is that your camera, Kenny?
Yeah. Wait. No.
Maybe? What the hell does that mean?
I found it. Where?
I don't have to answer any of your questions
without my lawyer present.
You have a lawyer? My buddy Oaks is pre-law.
He ain't no damn lawyer.
Yeah, and technically he's present.
Touche. But still,
I don't have to answer any of your questions.
- I'm not under arrest. - Not yet.
But we can bust you for possession with intent
to distribute. My weed is legal.
And medicinal.
What about these?
Also a type of medicine.
Nice try. On your feet, Cheech.
Oh, God.
Put some damn pants on!
It's recording! What's up?
Aah!
Mr. Kenneth Hauser is not our man.
Man, the only thing he's ever killed was a bag of hot Cheetos.
Yeah, he says he found the camera on the road
while he was "toking with his boys."
Yeah, well, clearly that's what's happening on this video.
Wait-wait. Play that.
What happened to Marshall Hillman was an accident.
I didn't mean...
I told you, I'm done talking about this.
I'm gonna turn myself in.
I can't let you do that.
Yo, that's the, uh... That's the... The brother.
Wait, what?
Who? Tyler.
The girlfriend's brother, who didn't want
Sean ratting her out. Oh, shit.
Okay, so what's the plan?
You guys head to the dorm.
All right, well, where are you two going?
Bryson!
Where's Tyler?
Relax. You're not in trouble.
Just tell us where he is.
He's in... He's in the locker room.
There?
Okay. Go outside, wait for the cops.
And stay off your phone.
Hurry up.
Tyler Roberts!
Come out!
Tyler, we know you killed Sean!
We saw the GoPro footage!
I couldn't let him do it!
I couldn't let him talk.
Because you knew Desiree would go down with him?
You-you wanted to protect your sister, right?
I couldn't let that coward ruin my sister's life.
Right, so you panicked.
I get it. I have a brother, too.
I would... I would do anything for him.
Tyler, there's nowhere to go.
The building is surrounded.
Shit.
You okay?
Fan-freaking-tastic.
You? Same.
I thought you'd say "swimmingly."
No more jokes.
Uh, just a little dry humor.
Don't make me "ax" you again.
We need to contain this.
What's going on?
There's something you should see.
Who wrote this?
Some blogger.
Nathan Baker.
Everything okay, sir?
Crazy night, huh?
Telling me.
I can file it.
Nah, it's all right.
I'm just writing it down while it's fresh in my head.
God.
All of this over a dare?
Haze culture kills.
I mean, literally.
So, what happened in the pool?
Um...
He came out of nowhere.
All of a sudden, we were in the water
and...
I actually, um...
I worked on my lung capacity
in the Navy as part of training.
You know, in case you needed to use it in conflict.
So I played possum.
To get your weapon back?
Yeah.
What if he didn't buy it?
Well, now I need a drink. Are you in?
We'll see.
Vaughn's has two-for-one happy hour.
Good meeting?
Routine, Nico.
Painfully routine.
Yeah, all right.
We need to talk about your driver.
Who, Nico? What about him?
Do you know who his sister is?
Her husband?
Of course.
His relationships could be a potential asset for us.
Or a liability.
I have a man watching the office park,
and Nico is snooping.
And what did he find?
Please, Mom, that's insulting.
Hello, Nico.
I'd like to take you up on that offer
if it's still on the table.
Hello, Ben.
Thank you for coming.
You told Vince it was urgent.
Well, your brother always knew how to reach you.
Yeah.
I have a parole hearing coming up.
And?
And a condition of my release is that I get a job
and keep a permanent residence.
So I was
hoping that, um...
You're-you're hoping to stay with me?
Yeah, would that be so bad?
Yeah, actually, it would. I have children now.
I know.
I'd love to meet them.
Is this a... Is this a joke?
Why would I let you anywhere near my family?
I know that I made mistakes.
I know that I was a bad mom...
No, no, no, no. You were not a bad mom.
You weren't a mom at all.
I tell people that you're dead
so that I won't even have to tell the story.
I would like a chance to make things right
before it's too late.
I know that I don't deserve your forgiveness.
But I am not the same person anymore, Ben.
I'm not the same person anymore either.
I'm not gonna fall for it again, Gloria.
Oh, God.
Hey.
You didn't have to wait up.
No, I couldn't sleep.
Reminded me of
when I used to wait up for you
when we first got married.
I'd always worry
about you coming home safe.
Yeah, I remember
you used to fall asleep in court all the time.
Yeah.
Had to learn to trust you'd be okay on the job.
Yeah.
That, uh...
Must be pretty hard.
Mm-hmm.
Just like I had to trust
that you'd tell me
if my daughter became
a viral sensation.
She told you?
No, actually.
Neither did you.
Oh, God.
I don't know how else to say this, Nance.
I just...
I do not like being kept in the dark.
Can we not do this right now?
I've had... Such a long day.
Fine.
Patrick, I tried to talk to her, okay?
I-I tried to...
Tell her that-that...
If she was really serious about this thing,
that she needed to tell you herself.
You know? She-she wants to be treated like an adult,
she's got to act like one.
She's not an adult, Nancy.
You are.
And I appreciate how you grew up.
I do.
But that's not what I want for my daughter.
She's better than that.
Here it is.
Vaughn's.
It's a bar.
Very observant.
Probably not the best place for my sobriety.
I thought about that.
But... I don't want you building up temptation by hiding from it.
Might as well face it head-on, right?
Recovery is...
It's about support,
family.
If not yours, then mine.
Hi.
You must be Jen.
This is Joseph,
your new boss and my dad.
Your dad?
Hi.
So, you guys, uh...
You're here to, like, keep tabs on me, huh?
Well, actually, just the opposite.
I need you to keep your eyes on overdue tabs.
Also, any other bartending duties.
That is, if you're seriously interested.
You've got yourself a deal, sir.
Mm. Call me Joseph.
Come on. I'll, uh, show you around.
Thanks.
For...
Everything.
Trust me, I think you're really gonna like it here.
I already do.
Yo, and all my drinks better be free from here on out.
Old man's getting stingy.
Mm-hmm.
Cheers.
St. Croix Academy.
It's a Catholic girls' school outside of Santa Barbara.
It's the only one.
Whoever Emma was,
she probably went to St. Croix with Jen.
If Emma can tell us why Jen thought she wasn't safe,
then...
Maybe we can find Jen's killer.
Sounds like you and your partner are taking a road trip.
Speaking of,
where is McKenna? I thought she was coming, too.
I guess she had other plans in mind.
Hey. Hey.
You look empty. Can I get you another one?
Um...
What's in this for you?
Uh... Tequila, hopefully.
Uh...
What do you mean?
Why are you putting so much time into...
Someone who's married,
unavailable,
when you could be out living
your very best single life? Mm.
Honestly...
No, I want you to lie to me.
Okay, look.
My work hours are absolutely insane, okay?
My job requires me to literally put
other people's lives ahead of mine.
So, I don't know about you,
but when I punch out, all I want to do
is forget who I am and everything I saw that day.
And...
You help me do that.
But...
It can't really
ever lead to anything else.
Like, it-it... This is all it could ever really be,
so... Mm.
You know, if you're good with that.
Well, I guess, uh,
there's only one way to find out, right?
You gonna buy me a drink?
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