CSI: Miami (2002–2012): Season 9, Episode 5 - Sleepless in Miami - full transcript

Open your eyes.

Where are you?

Jason?

Jason Reger?

Jason?

Jason Reger?

What...?

Let me see your hands, son.

Easy. Easy.

Don't come
any closer. Please.

What is going on, Jason?



Jason?

What is going on?

How... How do you know my name?

You called it in.

No, I didn't!

You called 911 to
report a murder.

You said it was your own
murder, and that we would

find your body here.

Easy, Jason.

I just found it.
I just found it.

I just found it.

Yeah, there's a dead body here.

It ain't Jason Reger.

Jason, who is that?



Who is that man?

I-I pushed him.

I pushed him,
but I thought it was me.

So who is it, Jason?

Who is that man?

I don't know.

How do you know
he was buried here, then?

I don't know.

I pushed him,
but it was me, but...

maybe it was just a dream.

Jason, the dream is over.

Open your eyes.

Take that shirt off.

Here you go.

Sleeping Beauty still think
he's trapped in a dream?

Yeah.

Did you check him
for the... wacky tobaccee?

I don't do drugs.

Not anymore.
Oh, yeah?

Well, how come you can't
remember driving up here, buddy?

Found your car
up the road, running.

Kind of hard to dream
and drive, isn't it?

Lieutenant Caine?

Hey. Hand me that
trowel, thanks.

Yes, Dr. Loman?
I like to start

my excavation at the feet,

get an outline
of the body first.

But this time,
I can't find them.

And why is that?

Because he doesn't have a body.

Hey, Walter?

Come here, Jason.

So, where is the rest of him?

What do you mean?

I-I don't know
what's happening.

A man was murdered.

You led us out here.
Now lead us to the body.

This isn't the
only dream I remember.

I only remember
two other dreams.

In one dream, I remember just

standing on a dock.

There was a sign,
and I had a wooden trunk.

Is that the sign?

Maybe. Hey, man, I'm gonna
need more than a maybe.

This is the fifth
dock we've been to.

No, it was just like this.

It was just like this.

I was standing here...

What did you do with the trunk?

I threw it in.

I remember another dream.

I was running.

Jason?

Jason?

Hey, man.

You all right?

Hey.

I don't know.

I don't know what happened.

What happened was,

you were telling me
about your other dream.

Then you just took off.

You said you were running
through a maze of trash.

Does this look like that place?

Jason, is this...?

I came to that.

You came to the incinerator?

Oh, boy.

Heads up.

Excuse me.
Special delivery.

You have some hands
for me Walter.

I was a little late,
so they got extra crispy.

Straight from the
incinerator to you.

I'm just hoping they solve the
puzzle of how our John Doe died.

Hand me fabric softener.
It's over there,

lower left, please.

You already knew where
the victim's head was buried.

The rest of his body

was in this trunk,
except for the hands.

Those, Walter took out
of the incinerator.

You want to know why I know?

You've already been
very helpful, Jason,

but it might help us
find the killer.

I've just been... I was getting
my life back together, you know.

I've-I've been clean
for a year.

Right? So, and
I've even seen

some professionals.

Okay, so how-how about
you tell me?

'Cause I don't know.

Well, we have no ID
still on the body, but...

the hair that

we found on you

matches our victim.

I don't understand.

It means
you had contact with him.

Well, when-when you found me,

I was digging him up,
and-and I...

It could have gotten on me
when I was digging him up.

Yeah, you say digging, I say burying.
What is that supposed to mean?

It means that we're just
discussing the evidence.

Yeah, and the evidence says
that he did it.

You said I called 911.

Why would I call 911
if I killed him?

'Cause I think you're building
a dream defense.

"I went to sleep, Your Honor,
and the next thing I know,

"I killed a man, but I can't
possibly be held responsible

'cause I thought
I was dreaming."

Hey. It's not going to work.
Come on.

You're right.

I better work on my defense.
I want a lawyer.

Natalia, I need to talk
to you outside. Okay.

You sit tight, Jason.

What the hell was that?

We agreed we weren't
going to push him yet.

You know what, the only reason
that Jason knows what he did

is because he did it.
Look, not necessarily, okay?

He might have overheard someone,
remembered it as a dream.

There's merit to
cases like this.

This is such defense
attorney psychobabble.

Do you... do you know when my ex
was on trial for attacking me,

he used the same
dream state defense,

and believe me,
he was wide awake.

Look, I'm not saying
you're wrong, Natalia.

Okay? But right now
we still don't

know what happened,
and Jason won't even talk to us.

So we find out
the old-fashioned way.

Travers?

Hey, Travers!

This is the hair that
we found on our suspect.

I was just wondering
if you're gonna be able

to tell me what part
of the body it's from.

Uh, not specifically.

All I can do is determine
whether it's head or body.

Perfect. That is all
I need, actually.

Will you do me a favor?
Will you jump that

to the top of your pile
for me, please?

I'm really in a rush.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

So no C.O.D. yet?

No exterior wounds,
tox came back negative,

and his internals are

a very healthy 40ish, like
he dropped dead for no reason.

So we looking at natural causes?

Nothing natural about
a body in four pieces.

Someone wanted him dead.

Dismemberment was post,
but this is interesting.

They're hesitation wounds.

So it looks like our killer
was remorseful.

So should I grab a load
of laundry, Doc?

I use it to rehydrate
fingerprints.

You need an I.D.,

and I don't want you to go away
empty-handed.

And Peter, remember to
lock the doors. Okay.

I'm sorry, gentlemen,
we're closing early today.

Do I look like
one of your customers?

Mrs. Garrett,
Sergeant Tripp.

I notified you about
your husband's death.

Of course, Sergeant.

I was just trying
to close the clinic

for a few days to make
arrangements for Brandon.

We're sorry for your loss,
ma'am.

Is it possible

that your husband was having
problems with someone?

No, everyone liked Brandon.

Can we, uh, take a look
at his office?

Well, he doesn't
keep one here anymore.

Well, this was listed
as his business.

Peter, could you give us
a moment, please?

Sure.

I'm sorry. I should have
told you this on the phone.

Brandon and I, we were
getting a divorce.

He has his own place now.

When was the last time you saw him?
Yesterday.

We talked all the time.

We wanted to do this
without a lawyer.

Are you OCD?
You keep touching that thing

when you say his name.

Honoring the dead.

I'm very spiritual.

Something Brandon and I didn't
see eye to eye on.

Like dividing up the business.

That wasn't an issue with us.

The med spa is mine.

Well, that's certainly true now.

Let me get
Brandon's address for you.

Thank you.

Looks like Brandon got the short
end of the stick in the divorce.

There's no furniture up there.

It looks like you're
buying me lunch.

I got first evidence.

Some scratches here.

We're not sure that
this is evidence yet, are we?

Well, they start
from the bathroom,

and go all the way
to the front door.

If you ask me, they look to be

about the same size
as the trunk

that our body was found in.

Hey, Eric,

come here and take
a look at this.

Maybe I owe you lunch.

Looks like you found our
primary crime scene. Yeah.

Check the plastic fish
in the drain.

That's a magic fish.

It's this, uh, psychic trick.

It's supposed to read
your romantic mood.

Really just reacts
to the sweat in your hand.

That's pretty cool.

Huh, I guess that means you're
attracted to an Elena Manus?

It's not supposed to have

a name on it.
You know what? I bet

that that's a business card.

Maybe Elena Manus is a psychic.

Think she already
knows we're coming?

No, Mr. Garrett isn't a client
of mine.

I've never seen him before.

That means your calling
card came from our killer.

So, you have any idea
who you gave these to?

Oh, no, I pass those out
like candy.

Maybe you should ask
Brandon's spirit who killed him.

Well, now...

that would be something.

I'm not that kind of psychic.

I'm more of a healer.

I manipulate the energies
in and around you

to bring balance.

In fact, Detective Wolfe,
if you don't mind...

I'm just gonna touch you
right here.

See, your aura is
composed of colors.

Right here it's green.
Green means finances.

Are you having
some money issues?

Well, sometimes I have, you
know, to go to the ATM. Yeah.

Yeah, I'm not surprised,
because it's faded right here.

Something is keeping you
from your full prosperity.

You know what? Just rub
some oil there.

It'll free up your aura.

I'll bet you'll come
into some money real soon.

Little oil.

Look at that.
Yeah, look at that.

So if I were to...

if I were to have touched
the owner of that

like I just did with
Detective Wolfe,

maybe I could read
some residual energy.

Well, why not?
Let's give it a shot.

What do you say?

Sure.

Okay.

No, I shouldn't have done that.

Why?
The owner's a client.

He carries that fish
with him everywhere.

What's his name?

You don't understand.
His aura's very dark.

I'm not surprised
he's killed someone.

If he knows I gave you
his name...

We would never do that.

His name's Jason Reger.

Jason, you never mentioned
that you go and see a psychic.

I didn't think it mattered.

It doesn't, except we found

a magic red plastic fish
at the crime scene.

What fish?
What is this?

Red magic plastic fish.
You got one of those?

Yes.
What's going on?

What are you...?
Can I see it?

What is this?

I don't under...
What's going on here?

It must have fallen out.

Well, does the fish have any
identifying characteristics?

That way, we can eliminate
you from the list of people

who may have been the murderer.

There's a tear on the back fin.

Like that?

That's it.

Yeah,
uh, let me ask a question.

How many toy fish are out there
missing fins? Because I just

don't think your ASA's gonna
accept it as evidence.

I do think they're gonna accept this.
Remember this hair

that we found on your body
that belonged to the victim

that you said was from
the head of the victim?

This is actually androgenic,
which means it's from the body,

and not from the scalp.

So that means that you handled
the victim's body. No, no, no.

No, no, you know that my client
doesn't recall any of this.

Yeah, I can spell this out
for him, though.

After you killed him,
you dismembered his body

Hold on a second, whoa, whoa!
And that's how the hair transferred onto you.

And as you were cleaning up all of the blood in
the bathroom, Excuse me! You don't even have

your little fish fell inside the tub.
A murder weapon at this point!

Because how else would you know
how What are you talk...?!

All the body parts got dumped?
Well, we found... Hello?!

This is inadmissible! All this is inadmissible!
Just shut up, please!

Shut up!

Please?

I-I was in his home.

I don't know why.

Maybe I did kill him.

Is that a confession, Jason?

No. You know what?
Not it is not. It's not. Yes.

No, it is not.
And unless you guys

are gonna charge my
client, we're done.

Excuse me.

That's it.
Don't say another word.

Let's go.
Come on, Jason.

We're done here.
Come on.

Horatio, FYI, I scooped
our victim's stomach.

He hadn't ingested anything.

But the headlines are
petechial hemorrhages

on his lungs.

It happens when
you stop breathing

so suddenly the lungs
strain against the rib cage.

What causes this?

I'll let you know when I do.

Thank you, Doctor.

So I pulled Stacy's
financials, like you asked.

Turns out she's loaded.

She develops those weird
treatments women are into.

Check out her product line.

She's got everything from
algae lip plumper

to snail venom derma abrasions.

Her lab must be a freak show.

What about her financials?
Oh, right.

Last week,
she withdrew $50,000 cash.

Sounds like hit man
money, you ask me.

What about Jason's account?

I checked his account,
and no deposits yet.

Matter of fact,
he's hemorrhaging cash.

Okay, so maybe we need
to get a receipt from Stacy.

Mrs. Garrett?

Stacy?

You hear that?

Oh, boy.

Whoa! Hey, hey!

Hey, how'd you
even get in here?!

Are you kidding me?

Miami-Dade Police.
You didn't lock the door, did you?

Damn it, Peter,
get these off of me.

Honoring the dead,
Mrs. Garrett?

I'm not doing anything wrong.

Brandon and I were over.

I moved on.

50K to a hit man'll
sure help you do that.

Hit man?
What are you talking about?

A very large, very recent
withdrawal.

This isn't for a hit man.

I paid my psychic.

Is your psychic's name
Elena Manus?

What does a psychic do
for $50,000?

Helps me get pregnant.

I asked her to make me
a fertility charm.

She said it was difficult
to do.

You don't believe me?

Well, guess what, it worked.

I'm sorry. You're pregnant?

Four weeks.
Elena can do anything.

So, what, you just...

you did this without telling me?

It's called life
with Stacy, Peter.

Thanks for stopping by.

We done?

For now.

That's when she said I was going
to make a lot of money.

And I said, "Honey, where were
you three years ago?"

You know, you got
something oily on your forehead.

Well, we know we can't

trust Elena Manus, either.

I mean, she didn't even tell us

that Stacy Garrett
was a client.

See, I think that everybody
at this point is lying.

Yes, but Elena is the key,

because Jason and the victim's
wife were her clients.

I've been going through
fraud cases, and psychics

will sometimes front
for drugs or prostitution.

Why not contract for murder?

You think Elena
might be a hit woman?

She may be the middleman.

So let's ask her.

How do you mean?

Not as a cop.
Let's ask her as a client.

Do you want to go undercover?

I'm just saying
that she hasn't met me yet.

I think that's a good idea.

Nice going.

I'm so sorry to keep you
waiting, Mrs. Alcala.

No, that's okay.
I was just glad

you could get me in
at the last minute.

Of course.

Now, I like to...

record my sessions...
for reference only.

If you don't mind?

Hmm. That's funny. So do we.

Oh, I'm good.
I'm good with that.

So you said on the phone

you were having issues
in your marriage.

Yes, uh, that's...
that's actually why I'm here.

The egg thing, I didn't get...

why you wanted me
to carry the egg around

all day with me today.
I know.

It seems kind of
silly, doesn't it?

But you can understand an egg
is a brand-new thing.

It's unpolluted.

And because of that,
it can draw in

any corrupting influences
from our energy fields.

So I asked you to hold it,
keep it with you,

so I can see
what we're dealing with.

Um, would you mind if I...?

You have a... you
have a hearing aid?

You seem so young to be wearing one.
It's new.

And I'm just
getting used to it.

It's... a long story.

Of course.

I have to ask...

are you the only one
who has touched this?

Yes.
I ask because,

if we find something inside,
I need you to trust me.

Can you do that?

Oh. What does that mean?

That tells me someone is
hurting you, Natalia.

Is it your husband?

All... all this happened,

um, the last time
that he hit me.

I'm so sorry.

I just want him out of my life.

I just... I... I want him
out of my life forever.

And he will be.

But I see in your aura
there's a part of you

that hasn't let go of him yet.

And you need to be
able to do that

in order to move on.

Understand?

So...

I'm just going to
realign your aura...

so that you'll be
able to take control

of your life again, all right?

I just need you to lean
forward and breathe.

That's great.

Just breathe.

And after this, your
husband will never be able

to hurt you again.

Close your eyes.

Good.

Red will become blue.

Blue will become yellow.

Yellow will become green.

Red will become blue.

Blue will become yellow.

Yellow will become green.

Red will become blue.

Blue will become yellow.

Yellow will become green.

Red will become...

How long has she been in there?

20 minutes.

Elena's healing her aura.

What is that?

Blue will become yellow.

Yellow will become green.

Just got it again...
some sort of rustling noise.

Is she keying the Mic?
Natalia, hey.

Give us some sort of
sign that you're okay.

Cough or do anything.

Red will become blue.

Blue will become yellow.

I don't like this.
Get her out of there.

Red will become blue.

Blue will become yellow.

Yellow will become green.

Red will become blue.

Blue will become yellow.

Yellow will become green.

Natalia's cover car is gone.

It's gone.

Blue will become yellow.

Yellow will become green.

She put her chanting on a loop.

I-I didn't hear
the switch-over.

We got ten minutes
to catch up to them.

GPS.

Open your eyes.

Hello?

Her backup weapon is missing.

Hello.

Natalia?

Natalia.

No, no, no.

Nick.

Natalia?

No, no, no.

Don't you come closer.
Don't you come.

Do not come closer to me.

Do you hear me?

Natalia?
You're not going to hurt me again.

No.

Natalia?

Stop!

Natalia.

Do you hear me?

You are not going to hurt me.

Stay away from me.
Get away from me.

Natalia?

Natalia.
Stay away from me!

Listen to me.
Get away from me!

Do you hear me?
Natalia!

Get away from me!

Do you hear me?!

Natalia!

Stop!

No!

Stop. No!

No!
Natalia!

It's us, it's us, Natalia.
Natalia, no!

Natalia. Natalia.

It's us.

Natalia, it's us.
Natalia!

Natalia, stop!
Easy.

Sweetie, can
you open your eyes?

Can you open your eyes?

You're okay.

You're in the hospital.
It's okay.

What... what the hell?

What happened?

You don't remember anything?

No, I do. I do. I-I, um...

I-I remember I-I went to...

undercover to Elena's.

And then, um...

and then I came
back to the lab.

No, I couldn't, because
my ex-husband Nick was there.

What happened?

Elena figured out

you were a cop and that
your earpiece was a wire.

Somehow, she was
able to drug you.

We found traces of
a hallucinogen in your system.

It's made from a local weed
called datura.

A hallucinogen that, uh,
makes you very suggestible.

Basically, she hypnotized you.

What did...
what did she have me do?

She had you drive out
to the old Wheeler Mill,

and, um...

that's where Horatio
and I found you.

She knew that we were on to
her, and she was hoping

we'd be so concerned
with finding you,

she'd be able to
get out of town.

This is what happened to Jason.

This is exactly
what happened to...

I apologize. I'm so sorry.

I didn't believe you.
I... I just...

I thought he was making it
all up, so I...

I figured there's no way
It's okay.

That this could actually
happen to somebody, It's okay.

But it does.
Just take it easy.

Get to him. Tell him right away.

This is really scary.
It's okay.

We're going to tell him
right now.

We just did normal stuff
in our sessions, so...

Now, look, if we can prove
that you were drugged,

it can mean the difference

between freedom and
prison for you.

It's okay, Jason.

Answer their questions.

They're just trying to help you.

Please.

We'd come in here, you know.

I sit here. She sits there.

We talk.

You know,
then she'd do her aura thing.

Did she make you any tea?

She do anything
with the gemstones

or the egg?

She... she did
something different yesterday.

She told me to lean
over the candle, breathe it in.

Take deep breaths.
Close your eyes.

Take deep breaths.

That's right.

Purify my body.

There's something
baked into this.

A datura seed pod.

That's how she drugged you.

Did I kill him?

Jason...
Just shut up. Shut up.

Did I?

To be honest with you,
Jason, we don't know that yet.

Hey, look, man,
she was a con artist.

You weren't the only victim.

You mean idiot, right?

No. Go ahead.
No, you can say it.

I'm an idiot, right?

I came to her

because the last time
I saw my father,

I was so high I told him
to drop dead and, you know...

A week later, he did,
and she told me that...

I needed her to...

to purify my aura,
to cleanse myself,

and I believed her
because I wanted to.

I believed her because I

was walking around
with so much grief

that I'd have tried anything
to make it go away.

To escape your old life, Jason,

you need to cut out
what's holding you back.

Right? Remove its head,

its hands, so it
can no longer touch you.

Bury those evil parts.

Bury them where I told you.

Now...

open your eyes.

I don't think you had a choice.

Lieutenant.
Uh-huh?

You got to see this.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

We found it in a hidden drawer.

Thank you.

Sorry, Jason.

Hey, Walter.

Sir?

Okay, please let me handle this.

I'm fine.
$500 bundles.

That's what I pay her
twice a week.

Want me to get this
stuff back to the lab?

No. Here's what I want to do.

Let's restage the whole scene.

Elena's not somebody who's gonna
leave town without the money.

Hands on your head!
Hands on your head!

Take the money you found.

You can let me go;
No one will know.

Bribery's not
gonna help you, Elena.

Oh, for God's sakes.

Lieutenant.

Will you listen to me?

I didn't mean to kill him.

I didn't know what I was doing.

But you did kill him.

I don't know what happened.

He wasn't supposed to
die; it was all fake.

What was fake?

All of it.

Stacy asked me to mess with
his aura so he'd croak.

She actually believes in this crap.
Whoa, whoa.

So you're saying you don't?
No.

Not until yesterday.

I was just making it
up as I went along,

trying to take this
stupid woman's money.

Because we're married,
he gets half my company.

I want him dead, Elena.

Stacy, what you're asking
is difficult.

And very expensive to do.

But I believe in you, Elena.

Okay.

Set up a meeting at his house.

So what you're saying is

that you committed murder
to cover fraud.

Don't you see?
I'm not a fraud.

It's all real.

I pulled the energy from his
body without ever touching him.

So could we just
get this over with? Please?

Now, just relax.

All I'm gonna be doing is
realigning your energies.

Okay?

I can't feel my hands.
What's wrong with my arms?

Is this supposed
to be happening?

What have you done to me?!

So then you used Jason

to dispose of Brandon.

I just couldn't
touch that body.

Get her out of here.

Don't you see?
It's all real!

Okay.

Well, we know
that didn't happen.

Think she's conning us?

It's either that, Walter,
or somebody's conning her.

I'm not even sure
why we're still discussing this.

Elena already confessed, right?

Confessed to what?

Ripping the energy
out of Brandon's body?

Well, we know that
it's not true, but she really

believes that it is.

I say we go after the wife.

We have her for conspiracy.

She asked Elena to kill Brandon.

As much as it kills me
to agree with Walter,

we can't move on the wife.

All she did was pay Elena
to cast a spell.

Well, Horatio thinks we should
just look at the evidence,

because Elena gave us
the missing piece.

I guess this is
where I come in.

Tom, thanks for coming up.

The psychic gave us the victim's
symptoms before he died.

Interesting.

What are they?

He was dizzy and disoriented.

He was acting like
he couldn't breathe.

She said he was going numb.

He had pain in his chest.

Wait, hold on just a second.

Where did
the numb sensation start?

Psychic said in his hands.

And that's when I knew
our victim was poisoned

with a neurotoxin.

The numb feeling was
his muscles becoming paralyzed.

His breathing
slammed to a stop,

which explains the petechial
bruising on his lungs.

Neurotoxins don't present
in tox screens.

I needed the symptoms
to tell me where to look.

The numb sensation
started in his hands,

so that's where I looked
for the injection site.

So we have
a four-pronged puncture

on the palm.
And our victim

didn't even feel it.

Why is that?

I I.D.'d the poison
as cone snail venom.

It's a natural anesthetic.

And they're deadlier
than a cobra.

We can safely assume
that delivery was

in the killer's palm
through a handshake.

Yes.

Means your killer's hand will be
irritated from the venom.

Doctor, I know someone who has

a cone snail on her menu.

Get down off the ladder, Stacy.

Excuse me?

Hey, these match
the puncture wounds.

This is what they used
to administer the poison.

Let me see your palms.

Palms are clean.

Where's Peter?

I'm right here.

Hands off your guns

and get away from Stacy now.

Get away from her now!

Peter, what the hell
are you doing?

Peter...

put the gun down, son.

No.

Come on, this isn't
going to help you.

Shut up!

Put your backs
against that wall.

Back!

All right, first thing,

you guys are gonna
let Stacy go.

She had nothing
to do with this.

Peter, yes she did.

She hired Elena
to kill her husband.

Shut up!

That's not what happened,
is it, Peter?

You used a dead fish

to collect the venom
from a cone snail.

If we waited for that
old fraud to kill him,

we'd never get married.

She's not a fraud, Peter.

What the hell are you doing?

I promise, I'll
see your psychic.

I'll let her do her thing.

She'll help us stay in tune
as we negotiate

what to do with the company.

I'm only doing this
so that this divorce

doesn't get ugly.

I know, Brandon.

She'll be here in 30 minutes.

Perfect.

Thanks for doing this, Brandon.

If that dumb bitch
had just left him be,

you never would have
figured this out.

I had nothing to do with this.

Stacy, I did this for you.

I had nothing to do with this.
Peter did this on his own.

You're lying.

Peter...

I got my gun
pointed at two cops.

I murdered someone

to protect you so
we could be together.

And you're gonna lie?

Peter did this on his own.

Just tell the truth now.

What-What would you
have me do now?

I didn't ask for Elena...
Huh?!

Don't add to this.

Peter.

What would you have me do now?!

Freeze!

Hey! Freeze!

This is Horatio Caine.

I'm going to, uh...

Never mind.

So, what happens?

I mean, now that Peter's dead,
what happens with Stacy?

Can we charge her for anything?

Yeah, she paid to get
her husband killed.

Yeah, I just think that
the lawyer is gonna say

that the psychic was a fake.

She believed it was real.

She was the only one
who believed it was real.

You okay?

I am. I... Yes, thank you.

And thanks to you.

How about this? How about I
drive you home, you give me

the keys to your locker, I'll
get the stuff out of there?

I'll take you up on that.

Meet you out front.

What's gonna happen to her?

We're gonna both be
testifying at her trial.

What about me?

State's attorney's
office is gonna be

filing charges against you.

But you're not gonna be alone.

We're gonna be there
with you every step of the way.

I'm gonna be
your ace in the hole.

Mr. Wolfe,
no one can ever know

that she fired her weapon
at us, agreed?

Yeah.

Especially Natalia.

Good night.

Night.

No one's gonna believe this.