"10-13." "Shots fired." "Alleyway behind 526 Baxter." "Get a bus" "Central, we've got a suspect down, gunshot wounds, we need a bus, now!" "526 Baxter" "Roe, he's dead." "Roe, hey, Roe, listen to me, Roe." "He's dead, Roe, there's nothing you can do for him." " Ok." " Calm down." "Did you see this man's gun?" "Roe?" "I didn't have a choice." "Where is his gun?" "Uh, no..." "He went, he went right down and I started CPR on him." "I need you all to stand back." "Do not come any closer, we're police." "Roe, did you see in which direction his gun went?" "I" " I don't know..." " We're gonna find it." " He... he had a gun!" "We're gonna find it, Roe." "When I got to the alley, I hear him running, and I went after him, and there was a light, like a security light, and I saw a flash off the barrel of the gun, and I shouted," ""Police." "Don't move."" " Then he spun around." " Yeah." " Raising his arm, and it just..." " You did what you had to." "Yeah, what am I gonna do?" "Guy had it coming, right?" "Every cop in this room would have done the same thing." "It's a solid story, and you have got to stop telling it." "No statements." "No stories." "No stories, not to me or anyone else." "Do not screw around with this." "Listen..." "Yeah." "...call your union rep right now, and have them find you a lawyer." "Al already gave me the number." "I need your gun." "It's just procedure." "Right, right, right, right." "They got to run ballistics." "No, no, no, I..." "Listen, kid, there's no way around it." "That first time sucks." "Right." "But you're gonna get through it." "Hey." "Is he gonna sit down with a counselor?" "I told him to." "In that way that makes it clear you hate shrinks, or in a way that might actually get him to do it?" "You know, a little bit of both." "Yeah." "Canvass all the witnesses?" "Yeah, all the ones who were at the scene." "Got some more possibles coming in, and Mike's running down the 911 call transcripts." "Did you ever see the gun?" "I-I was so focused on Roe." "Al, he said he saw the gun..." "I know he believes he saw it." "Yeah?" "Hey, sorry." "So, front desk called." "David Jacobs' father is downstairs." "He wants to meet the cop who shot his son." "Bring him up." "Right this way, sir." "Mr. Jacobs, this is Lieutenant Burns." "I'm very sorry for your loss, sir." "Yeah, I don't want to meet anyone's boss." "I just want to talk to the man who killed my son." "Mr. Jacobs, we can't disclose information about an ongoing investigation." "Someone has already disclosed your side to the news." "They say my son pulled a gun." "Well, that's a lie." "David could never have done that." "My son did two tours." "He's got a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart." "And comes home to what?" "Shot by some cop who's lying to cover his own ass." "Why don't we go to my office, and we can talk about it." "I just want to file charges against the detective who killed my son." "All right." "Nina, will you take Mr. Jacobs to Miss Johnson's office?" "Of course." "Again, I'm very sorry for your loss." "This way." "And the officer said I could get 'em here?" "Yeah, I'll take'em right now." "We'll have you fill out some forms." "Betty, um, this is the father of the man who was shot last night." "His name's Clay Jacobs." "Officer Daniels, will you show Mrs. Gonzales where to sign the form, and I'll be right back to make her a copy." "Sure." "Mr. Jacobs, it'll be just a minute." " Can I get you anything wh..." " No, what do you do here?" "Miss Johnson will take your information." "And do what with it?" "All complaints are forwarded to the Civilian Complaint Review." "This is not a complaint." "I'm filing a murder charge." "The D.A. will take care of filing charges once the investigation is completed." "That's not our function." "And what is your function?" "Well, what I do is make sure that your specific issues are heard and dealt with." "You're handling me, aren't you?" "What's going on?" "No, we're fine, Officer Daniels." "No, we're not." "We're not fine." "Mr. Jacobs is understandably upset." "Sir, please have a seat." "Everything's gonna be okay." "Everything is not gonna be okay." " Sir, calm down." " No!" "You people killed my son!" "Sir, you need to calm down." "Put the gun down!" "You put it down." "Drop it now." "Do it or he's dead." "You, get out of here." "All right." "You, get the door." "Get the door!" "Now." "Unforgettable S01 Ep17" " Blind Alleys" "You stay here." "Sit by the window." "Get the vest off now." "Now." "Give him your vest." "And..." "I want your shoes off;" "get them off." "Take them off, then cuff him the chair there." "Come on." "Sit down, sit down." "I know, uh, Clay didn't mean for any of this to happen." "I think, uh, the best plan is for all of us, including Betty and, um, um..." "Dolores." "Hi, Dolores, I'm Nina." "I think the best thing is for us to just try to remain calm, right, Clay?" "Why don't you, uh, stack these chairs against the door." "Stack them against the door." "Go." "Now, now, now." "She's engaging him;" "that's smart." "Yeah, and he's putting on the vest, which is probably a good thing; means he wants to get out of this alive." "Or a bad thing." "Means he's planning on engaging us." "Martin, Al Burns." "Yeah, I remember." "Nice haircut;" "you here for a job interview?" "New guy went overboard with the razor." "This is Detective Wells." "Carrie." "Who's my guy?" "Clay Jacobs, ex-marine." "His son was a perp." "One of my detectives shot and killed him last night." " Same detective he took hostage?" " No." "Well, that's a small piece of good news." "What does the guy want?" "Face-to-face meet with the man who shot his son." "Well, that's not gonna happen." "Jacobs have family?" "A daughter, Kim, 18." "Let's bring her in." "She's already on her way." "Let's keep her on ice for a bit." " You are?" " Mike Costello." "I just talked to the military liaison, and this is all apparently totally out of character for Mr. Jacobs." "He nearly died pulling two marines out of a burning APC in Fallujah, and last year, after he retired, he started an outreach program for burn victims." "Okay, so we'll wait him out." "Maybe his good sense will prevail." "Not in my experience." "What is your experience?" "Guy's a marine, a man of action." "He's not trained to wait things out." "It's in their blood;" "they act." "Our job is to act first." "And how do the hostages fit in to all of this?" "You look in that room, you see your colleagues, your friends in jeopardy, but your concern is not gonna get them out of there any sooner." "And believe me, it might help get them dead." "You want your friends back?" "Let me do my job." "Phone in the room work?" "It does." "Good, let's get the man talking." "So, talk to me about the son." "Roe..." "Detective Saunders and I were working a murder investigation of a local drug dealer," "Leron Holmes." "We got a tip that David Jacobs was seen fighting with him two days before, so we brought him in." "Leron and I just had this thing, is all." "Well, knocking out a drug dealer's teeth, that's-that's ballsy." "Even for an ex-marine." "It was personal;" "we straightened it out." "We had his Marine Corps records." "He was medically discharged, no specifics." "We figured maybe he'd picked up a habit." "He denied it." "Well, if you weren't buying from Leron, what was the fight about?" "Like I said, it was personal." "It was personal for Leron." "I mean, you... humiliated him in front of his crew." "He was going around saying he was gonna kill you." "Is that why you shot him?" "Kill him before he could kill you?" "I mean, if that's what happened, just tell us." "I didn't kill anybody." "He said he was with his sister at the time of the murder, but he couldn't provide any independent witnesses." "We had a DNA sample from hair found at the crime scene." "I can go?" "Yeah, you can go." "We were able to type David off his soda can." "It matched the hair, gave us probable cause to bring him in." "Get me a copy of the case jacket, will you?" "Come on." "Forensically, Roe's story adds up." "The bullet was from Roe's gun." "The victim was shot in the chest." "The angle of entry was almost perpendicular." "What about toxicology?" "David had no drugs or alcohol in his system, but his hands and his clothes were free of all gunshot residue." "Certainly, he did not fire a gun." "Roe never said he used it." "Well, even if you just hold a gun," "I can often find trace elements of residue from the last time the gun was fired." "Boy, the press is gonna have a field day with those lab results." "You know, the lab's been awfully slow lately." "I'm not sure I got those ballistics reports back as quickly as I had hoped." "Buy us a little breathing room." "I'll look into it." "Martin!" "Son of a bitch." "You should answer." "I don't feel like talking to any cops right now." "They saw you disable the camera." "They just need to make sure we're okay." "I don't really care what the cops are worried about right now." "Clay, you do not want them storming in here." "Come on." "You're smarter than that." "Mr. Jacobs, this is Lewis Martin..." "I'm here to help you resolve this situation." "Is there anything..." "Everybody's fine." "Here." "...D.A. to file murder charges against the detective who shot his son." "Hey, Al sent you home." "Would you leave?" "My son wasn't guilty of anything, and a cop shot him." "And they don't even have the courage to tell me who the coward was who did it." "Miles, shut that off!" "Guy doesn't know what he's talking about." "Mike." "My office." "Don't let it get to you." "What the hell are you still doing here?" "Has anyone notified Nina's family?" "At least let me do that." "It's being handled." "Look, I know you want to help, but this is the worst possible place for you to be right now." "So go home..." "that's an order." "Yes, sir." "Jacobs talking to the media is gonna bring even more heat to this." "Where are we on finding that gun?" "Look, okay, we have circled back to every witness that was in that alley." "I mean, there are hundreds of apartments overlooking it, and no one saw anything." "I don't know how it's possible, but they didn't." "Maybe somebody did." "I finally got through all those 911 transcripts, and mostly they're just people reporting shots fired." "But there's this one call." "Anonymous." "Great." "Yeah, it's 526 Baxter." "It's a building that backs up to the alley." "They got a pay phone in the lobby." "Male Hispanic rep..." "He reported a police shooting." "How'd he know it was a police shooting if he didn't see anything?" "Wait a minute." "There was a shadow." "There was someone up above us, on the fire escape." "Whoever it was, chances are they saw something." "We need to get back to that building." "Martin's got him talking again." "Absolutely, which is why I am saying we are both on the same page." "If this man shot my son for no reason, then he should be brought to justice." "Of course." "If it's true, he will be, just as soon as we get by all this." "An NYPD spokesman refused to comment, citing the ongoing hostage situation." "Does he have a TV in there?" "Clay?" "Clay?" "Shut up." "...have confirmed that police never found the gun Shut up." "David Jacobs allegedly..." "I knew my son couldn't have done it!" "...before he was shot to death." "Don't!" "Don't even..." "Put the gun down." "Clay, don't..." "Shut up!" "Clay?" "Clay?" "Come on, you pull that trigger, we are all dead." "Clay?" "Clay?" "Clay?" "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Clay!" "What, are you trying to piss me off?" "Clay, the game has changed." "All right?" "You put a man down." "You know, they're gonna be getting real anxious outside." "Why don't you get it." "Hey, this is Nina." "All right, we got everything under control." "Anyone hurt?" "Yeah, Daniels." "He has a head laceration and possible concussion." "He did something stupid." "Nina, it's Al." "You all right?" "Yeah, hey, Al, uh, the rest of us are fine." "Clay, you listening?" "Here's a chance for you to show some good faith and let the injured man go." "In return, I can turn the power back on" " and give you food and water." " I don't want food and water." "I want the man who killed my son." " What next?" " If he doesn't let the injured man out, we go in and get him out." "You call that a negotiation?" "He understands strength." "Unless we reestablish a connection, we go in." "Clay." "This isn't good." "He'll be fine." "No, he's not." "You keep telling everyone outside how you want justice, how your son was wronged." "He was." "Yeah, you keep hurting people in here, nobody's gonna believe you." "Just give them something." "Nice work, Nina." "That's one hostage out." "How about you do me a favor, see what you can get from him... layout of furniture, weapons, hostages, everything." "Yeah, happy to help." "We got the daughter, Kim Jacobs." "Yeah, let's go." "I'm gonna join, if that's cool." "Go on." "Go." "Go." "I want to talk to my dad." "I understand." "But before I let that happen, we need to talk about what you're gonna say." "He's in a fragile state of mind." "What he needs to hear is that you love him, you care about him, and you don't want to see him hurt." "I'm thinking maybe it's better if we record a message." "Be sure we get it right, then we can play it for him." "What?" "No, no." "I want to talk to him, not be some mouthpiece for you!" "I understand, but he's already hurt one person." "That's because you people shot my brother!" "Lieutenant, I'm gonna take this one for a second." "Kim, walk with me for a second?" "Hi." "Everybody's pretty wound up right now, and I understand that you're upset, okay, I do." "Can I get you a soda or something?" "Whatever." "Take a seat." "Please?" "I'm Carrie." "That's a cool jacket." "Y..." "Your brother's?" "Yeah." "David gave this to me when he got home." "I wear it all the time." "It's all I got to remember him by now." "Look, are you gonna let me talk to my dad, or what?" "If they think you can stop him from hurting himself or the people he's holding." " Why is he doing this?" " Because he's in pain, and that's all he can feel and all he can see." " You know what, I'm in pain, too." " I know you are." "You mind if I ask you a few questions?" "What?" "When was the last time you saw David?" "Last night." "Did he have a gun?" "No." "All right?" "David didn't have nothing, and the cop who shot him is a liar!" " That's the truth!" " Okay." "Give me a second, okay?" "She's not gonna help us." "She doesn't believe he had a gun." "We want to get Clay out of that room we got to find that weapon." " What if there is no wea..." " I know." "We got to keep looking." " Take Mike." " Okay." "Stop!" "Police!" "You shouldn't be touching that." "Sorry." "I was just going next door to the lab." "Drug test." "Legally, you're not required." "Hey, I got nothing to hide." "So, um, I... heard the, uh, residue test was n-negative?" "Well, that doesn't prove he didn't have a gun." "How are you doing, Roe?" "Are you okay?" "Yeah, yeah, um... just worried about Nina is all." "That gun will turn up." "We'll get through this." "Yeah, yeah." "In the meantime... do you have anybody to talk to, close friends or family or...?" "Only family's my mom." "She's down in Destrehan." "It's... up the river from New Orleans." "She moved back couple of years ago." "I-I don't talk to her too much." "She's not doing so hot, so I just..." "It'd be a tough way to check in." "Yeah." "And, uh my dad... he's kind of M.I.A. at the moment." "Pretty much all my friends are across the street." "They're just a little busy to talk, yeah." "Just so you know, if you ever want to gab," "I've got a half a box of Triscuits and some amazing prosciutto from Vespucci's for just such an occasion." "You know, I always figured one day I might have to shoot somebody." "Even spent a lot of time wondering... how that might feel." "You were doing your job... you should not feel guilty about this." "Right." "so Vespucci's off Northern Boulevard?" "The very same." "Might have to take you up on that sometime." "Good." "Thanks, Jo." "It could've been any one of these apartments." "No, it's somewhere." "He was outside smoking." "What are you looking for?" "This." "The thing about a phony ID, Mr. Juan..." "Smith, is that you generally get what you pay for, and I'm guessing, what, ten bucks?" "Look, I..." "I live here for nine years." "I..." "I cause no trouble." "We-We don't care about your immigration status, okay?" "You called 911, and you helped us out." "We appreciate it." "I just..." "I need to know what you saw." "I saw a man run below me, followed by another man." "The second man shot the other one." "Then you ran into the alley." "And that's when I went to call the police." "Okay, the first man, the one who got shot... did you see a gun in his hands?" "It was dark." "I need you to think, okay?" "This is really important." "You want me to say yes?" "We want the truth." "It was too dark." "I-I don't know." "I..." "A junkie took something from behind the Dumpster after you passed by." "What did he look like?" "Black, muy flaco... skinny." "Always hanging around." "Mike, I..." "I saw him." "I need to talk to the cop who works this beat." "Thank you." "A stunning revelation that casts serious doubt on the detective and his actions." "can I tell you something?" "Of course." "...I've been, um, playing the alley over and over in my head and, um just seems like the more that I do, the... the fuzzier my memory becomes, and I don't know if I'm remembering," "or... imagining, and I can't tell the difference." "Look, you've been under a lot of stress, and now Nina..." "Which is my fault." "No... it's not." "What this guy is doing is crazy." "What you did was right." "You were defending yourself." "I don't know any more." "Maybe he didn't have a gun." "Hey." "Everything is going to be okay." "Yeah, for Nina's sake, I hope so." "Thanks, T." "You could announce charges against Detective Saunders, then drop them after Jacobs releases all the hostages." "I don't care if it's a lie." "It's..." "No." "No, I understand." "D.A.'s not playing ball." "Let me guess." "He thinks every hostage taker will ask for the same deal." "Yeah, he's right." "We got him." "Jimmy D. He's a junkie, hangs out in the back alley." "He was there, I think he saw something." " They're processing him now." " Nice work." " You think he has the gun?" " Well, we don't know, but he'll talk pretty quick when he realizes the crap" " he just stepped into." " Sir!" "Perimeter's been breached!" "It's Detective Saunders, sir." "What's this?" "I don't know." "Just-just stay cool, okay?" "Who's there?" "Detective Roe Saunders." "I'm the one who shot your son." "He said he was authorized." "Roe!" "Detective Saunders," "I'm ordering you to move away from that door." "I'm unarmed." "Get in." "Easy, easy." "Take it easy." "I got no gun." "How do I know that you're really the one who shot my son?" "Tell him, Nina." "Detective Saunders worked David's case." "Is he really the one who killed my son?" "It was in self-defense." "You killed my boy." "You want to die?" "No!" "No!" " Do you want to die, Detective?" " Clay, don't!" "Sit down!" " You want to die like my son?" " Clay, no!" "Sir, we believe that your son killed..." "Don't you lie to me about my son!" "We believe he killed a drug dealer named Leron Holmes." "It's a lie." "We can end this." "Just give us the go." " How much time do you need?" " Couple minutes." "You got it." "Go." "You got about a minute to tell me something I can believe." "We went to your apartment to arrest David, and he ran from us." "That's a lie." "No!" "I brought the case file with me." "Okay, it's all there." "Please, see for yourself." "Please?" "Hostages coming out!" "Roe?" "You okay?" "There is a gun to Roe's head." "You guys go in there now, he's dead." "Listen, to me." "You got to wait." "Let me work my witness." "Please, just give me a little more time?" "Stand down." "Thank you." "You play it out with that junkie." "That gun doesn't turn up, I'm going in." "All right." "Okay, Clay's got the case file." "Hopefully, looks over the facts, maybe sees why it went down like it did." "You sure you're okay?" "What the hell was Roe thinking, going in like that?" "He was thinking about you." "Now let's get you check out." "We know you took something from behind the Dumpster." "You should have looked up, Jimmy." "The guy saw you from the fire escape." "I don't know nothing about no gun." "That's where I keep my, you know." "No, we don't know." "My stash." "That's where I hide it." "I heard the shots." "I knew you guys would be crawling all over the place, so, I got it, and I got the hell out." "You know you twitch when you lie?" "I'm telling the truth!" "Look!" "You got a cigarette?" "Gave my last two to your guy." "What did you pawn today, Jimmy?" "Nothing!" " What did you pawn?" "!" " Nothing!" "You're twitching." "It's all lies, that's all." "There's not a shred of truth in there!" "Those are David's own words." "He admitted getting into a fight with Leron three days before the murder." "No, no." "Coercion." "Now, come on, I know how you cops work." "David's DNA was at the murder scene." "It's-it's wrong!" "Look, I know he was your son." "I know it must be hard to admit that..." "No." "Shut up!" "Just shut up!" "Mr. Jacobs..." "I came in here because I wanted you to hear what happened in that alley and hear it from me." "I followed David, he turned on me, and I thought I saw a gun, and I made an instant decision." "But the truth is, even though I've replayed it a thousand times, the only thing I can say with 100% certainty is that I thought I saw a gun." "They may come through that door any minute now, and however all this turns out, I want to say I am sorry." "My son couldn't use a weapon." "My son could not fire a weapon." "What do you..." "what do you mean, he couldn't?" "Afghanistan." "He was forward." "His squad was sweeping a village for Taliban." "They got ambushed." "He took out two locals." "One of the locals was a bystander." "And after that, David just couldn't do it." "Couldn't fire a weapon." "And you know, the Corps... they were as patient as they could be, but what the hell good is a marine who can't shoot, right?" "So he was MD'd, discharged." "PTSD." "And you're telling me that my boy came home and shot someone?" "You're telling me my boy came home and put a weapon on you?" "And you see, he couldn't have done that." "He could not have done that." "It's impossible." "I'm so sorry, sir." "What?" "Mr. Jacobs, look under the door." "Tell me when you have it." "What's this?" "It's your gun." "I-I know this... what..." "this is my gun." "What are you... what are you showing it to me for?" "Because it's the gun David used to kill Leron Holmes." "It's the same one he had in the alley." "It got David's prints all over it." "There was no gun!" "You-you told me there was no gun!" "Mr. Jacobs, the gun was in the alley." "Your man just confessed, there was no weapon." "I don't want lies." "Okay?" "I'm sick of your ass-covering lies." "It's over!" "If Detective Saunders confessed, our hostage taker just got what he wants." "When he comes down off that high, he's gonna realize there's two ways out of that room... in cuffs or in a body bag." "Bang!" "One for your friend, one for himself." "So our options are, you know, he kills Roe and then he kills himself, or you guys storm the room, and Roe gets caught in the crosshairs." "My guys know what they're doing." "We have other options, okay?" "We have his daughter, Kim; she can talk to him." "She can make this better." "She believes her brother is innocent." "What is she gonna say that Clay Jacobs doesn't already know?" "Martin, it's worth a shot." "She's useless." "If it was me..." "Nice haircut." "New guy went overboard with the razor." "Went overboard with the razor." "...I'd get her out of here." "She shouldn't have to look at this;" "let's go." "That's a cool jacket." "Your brother's?" "David gave this to me when he got home." "I wear it all the time." "It's all I've got to remember him by." "Well, if you weren't buying from Leron, what was the fight about?" "Like I said, it was personal." "Al?" "What if Clay is right?" "About what?" "What if David didn't shoot Leron Holmes." "Can I have ten minutes?" "Can you buy me ten minutes?" " Carrie, they just..." " Please." "Just ten minutes;" "trust me." "Yes?" "Thank you." "Recognize this?" "It's your dad's." "The one David had when he was shot." "Okay." "You know why we thought David was guilty?" "He was seen fighting with Leron." "Then Leron shows up dead, and we find David's hair at the crime scene." "Just a single hair." "A little thing." "Hair has a way of, um, sticking around, you know, to collars, pockets, on jackets." "David gave you this jacket." "You wear it all the time." "You said so yourself." "Maybe you could help me out with something, Kim, because I can't get it straight in my head." "David didn't do drugs... the autopsy report shows he was clean... so why was he fighting with a drug dealer?" "Do you know why?" "I don't know." "You knew Leron." "No." "Were you dating him?" "No." "Did David find out?" "I didn't know Leron." "Kim, listen to me." "We are running out of time." "They are gonna go in there and kill your father." "Now you've already lost your brother." "You don't want to lose your father, too." "You don't." "I need you to tell me what happened." "I need you to tell me the truth." "When David came home from Afghanistan, he found out that I was... running with Leron, that I was using, and got mad." "He went to tell Leron to stay away from me, but Leron just laughed in his face." "That's why they were fighting." "Leron told everybody that he was gonna kill David." "All right?" "I didn't know what to do, but I had to stop him." "I had to." "So you killed him." "And that's why David had the gun?" "He was trying to get rid of it, to protect you, right?" "David, he... he never gave up on me." "When he came home, and I was totally screwed up into drugs he didn't turn his back on me." "He stood up for me, and now he's dead." "And it's all my fault." " It's not your fault." " Yeah." "Don't..." "Listen to me." "Kim, you can make this right." "You can." "But you need to tell your father the truth, and you need to tell him now." "Please." "My son was a good man." "He didn't deserve to die on the street like a dog." "Please... you don't have to do this." "Yeah, I do." "For my son's honor." "For whatever's left of mine." "Daddy?" "Daddy, it's me." "Kimmy?" "Kimmy?" "Daddy, it's me, okay." "So you can come out now." "Kimmy, get away from the door." "Listen to me." "This is all my fault." "No, no." "I-I'm the reason..." "I'm the reason... that David is dead." "No, I-I-I..." "Baby, I know they're telling you what to say, but you don't have to lie for them, okay?" "I'm not lying." "It was me." "I'm the one..." "I..." "I took your gun." "And I shot Leron." "He said he was gonna kill David." "I had to." "Daddy, please." "Come out." "I don't want you to die." "I'm coming out with Mr. Jacobs." "And Mr. Jacobs is gonna turn himself in, but I made him a promise, and I need to make good on it." "He wants to see his son." "What the hell is your guy doing?" "You heard him." "Arrest him, Lieutenant, immediately." "Detective Saunders, do you feel you're being held hostage?" "I don't believe so, no." "Then your work is done here, Martin." "I have a suspect." "I'll decide how to handle him." "Proceed, Detective." "Hey." "I thought you could use something stiff." "You know, I better not." "I'm suspended." "You couldn't have known." "You couldn't have known what was in David's head." "You just saw the gun, that's it." "And then I didn't." "Memory can be, uh... very tricky, deceiving thing, you know?" "Yeah, what do you know about it?" "It's always perfectly clear for you." "That's not always such a good thing, you know?" "Well, saved my life." "Your gift, curse, whatever it is." "All right, so then, we should drink to my whatever it is." "Come on, have a drink." "One." "All right." "It's not like they can double suspend me, right?" "That's right." "What is in this?" "You know, I got a guy." "You know, it's, um..." "Thanks."