Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 3, Episode 12 - Gone - full transcript

Kimmy, eat your food.

What have you got
goin' on today, LJ?

School and then
swim practice.

Swim practice?

You made the team.

Oh, Lane Jr.,
that's great.

I am so proud of you.

Did you hear that, Lane?

Come here,
little princess.

Ooh.

Yeah.



Nicely done, son.

What's the matter,
baby? Yeah?

Hey, angel.

[Kimmy fusses]

Don't forget your lunch.

Oh. Uh...

Oh, that's right.

I said that I'd give you
money to buy lunch.

What's wrong with the sandwich
you just made him?

Well, I--

huh, LJ?

Nothing.

Well, all right, then.

Thanks, mom.



Mm-hmm.

Bye, dad.

Did you order that crib
like I asked?

Uh, yeah, I wanted
to talk to you about that.

Don't you think it's
a little too expensive?

Let me worry
about the money, ok?

Time's up.

Daddy's gotta go catch
some bad guys now.

Ohh. Yes, you're such
a good big girl.

I know, precious.

So I have to work
late tonight.

Again?

Yeah. I have
parent-teacher conferences.

I'll try not
to work too late.

You know, I think, uh,

her diaper rash is
really acting up again.

Are we out
of the cream again?

No. No.

Ok. Good.

I'll leave you
to it.

Ok. Have a good day.

You, too.

Ok.

All right. Ok.

Mommy will be back
in 2 minutes, Kim.

Just 2 minutes, ok?

All I can tell you is that a man
and woman forced me from my car.

He made me lie down
on the ground while she took Kim.

Look at that lot.

[Fast-forwarding]

Go. Go.
You're trespassing.

So, dad?

Sergeant Lane Bradley.

He's a rising star
at Bethesda PD.

Get the hell out
of here, you vultures!

He's already
accusing mum.

Mum?

Colette Bradley.

She's a fifth-grade
public-school teacher.

She's frightened...

Guilty, and ashamed.

Which is exactly
what I'd be if I just lost my baby.

And was about to lie
to your husband about it

and the world.

♪ Lie to Me 3x12 ♪
Gone
Brand New Day by Ryan Star

♪ dream,
send me a sign ♪

♪ turn back the clock ♪

♪ give me some time ♪

♪ I need to break out ♪

♪ and make a new name ♪

♪ let's open our eyes ♪

♪ to the brand-new day ♪

[Reporters clamoring]

Please. Please.
Give her--please.

Give her some priva--

who's the knight
in shining suit?

Well, according
to the police notes,

he's, uh, Dr. Stanley Heaton,
a family friend.

When the mother found that the baby
was gone, she called this guy.

What? She didn't
call her husband?

She hung up after
about 3 seconds.

[Rewinds]

All I can tell you is that a man
and woman forced me from my car.

He made--

well, there it is.

Flat, controlled,
mentally rehearsed delivery.

Yeah.

Complete with dead,
still eyeballs

trying desperately
not to give the game away.

You see right there?

She's more frightened
of her husband

than what might have happened
to her baby.

And the teenage son's
caught in the middle.

Yeah.

Go back
to the group shot.

What kind of a doctor
do you think that is?

My money's on shrink.

I'd say he's more like a--

I don't know. An ob-gyn.

Really?

Loker and Torres can bring us
up to speed when they get back.

In the meantime,
we got a baby missing, all right?

The police told us to stick our nose
into that family's business.

Stick our noses into
their business--

that's exactly
how they put it, yes.

Where you two been?

It's a Saturday.

- And I was out of town.
- Bored.

There's a video on
in the lab.

Catch yourselves up.

Where you guys goin'?

Uh, by the time
we get back,

I want Wallowski here with the mum
and the dad, all right?

Clock's ticking.

A gynecologist.
How did you know?

Woman's instinct.

That or it was on
the police report all along.

Police report?

About Colette Bradley,
Dr. Heaton...

What about her?

A baby goes missing
in broad daylight.

And for all intents
and purposes,

you were the
mother's first call.

Colette Bradley
is a patient of mine.

Was a patient of mine.

Now, this is a
fertility clinic, right?

Was she and her husband
having problems?

Uh, Dr. Lightman,

ever hear of
doctor-patient confidentiality?

We were hoping that
you could tell us

a little something about
the Bradley family

before we go
talk to them.

Well, I--
I can tell you this.

Th-they don't deserve this.
It's a nightmare.

The Bradleys
are good people.

Why where you
her first phone call

and not her husband?

And why did she lie
about what happened to her baby?

She didn't lie.

How do you know?

You don't know...

Do you?

But what you do know
is that she's capable of lying.

Oh, and big time.

Or is that
something covered

by all that confidentiality
bollocks and all?

We don't wanna
punish anyone.

We just--we just--
we just want her back home.

Well, the husband
is angled away from the wife.

He won't even
look at her,

which means he
doesn't believe

a word she's saying.

Was anything else
taken from the car?

Colette mentioned Kim's blankets
were gone, bottle, too.

You got here quick.

I just texted you
20 minutes ago.

Well, considering
the nature of the case,

constable, I took
the liberty of burning rubber.

Go easy.

They're here
to help.

Shall we?

All right, then.

Well, for what it's worth...

I'm very sorry.

Yeah.

I can't even
imagine, really.

Can we just
get through this?

Yeah.

So you know
what we do here?

Yeah. It's been
explained to me.

So you think
your wife's lying

about what happened
to your daughter?

Now, why would you say that?

Well, you just said Wallowski told you
what we do here.

No.

Colette's got
no reason to lie.

Well, you know,
you're a cop.

You bloody well know
everyone's got a reason to lie.

Right?

I'm sure this is very
difficult for you, Colette.

Are--are you trying to say you know
what I'm going through?

Can you run me through
what happened yesterday?

Uh, I already told the police
everything that I know, so...

Mrs. Bradley,
the people who are looking for Kim,

they need all the help
they can get.

I need you to help me
to help them, ok?

[Sighs]

Colette would
never hurt Kimberly.

Not the question.

My wife would never do anything
to hurt anyone in our family.

What? Not on your watch,
you mean?

Over your dead body.

Is that
how you talk to her?

Is it?

You get good results
that way, do you?

They were both in
their late twenties, early thirties.

She wore
a red sweatshirt,

jeans, sneakers.

Mm-hmm. And the man?

Um, thin, uh,
Jean jacket, cap,

blue eyes.

And what did he say?

He told me to get
down on the ground, and then--

was the door open?

She opened it.

My wife needs direction, ok?

I think you
can understand that.

She--she can get
careless sometimes.

Well, she said
that the 2 kidnappers

came over to her car.
How is that careless?

Does your wife know that you think
that she's a liar?

Torres: Just relax
and try to remember.

What happened next?

Well--wait. He--

I--

what color did you say
her eyes were?

Um, blue.

You said
his eyes were blue.

You didn't actually see
any kidnappers, did you?

I--

you don't even think
you saw kidnappers.

What really happened,
Colette?

Oh, my God.

He's gonna kill me.

Who?

My husband.

What is this?

Well, this is your wife...

Mother of your children.

What did you say?

Are you talking
to me? I--

oh, don't mind me,
darlin'.

Just thinkin'
out loud.

Anytime you're
ready, darlin'.

Anytime she's ready
for what?

Does everything
that comes out of your mouth

have to sound
pissed off?

Eh?

I mean, look at her.

She's already terrified.

Lane...

Hmm?

Lane, um...

I'm so sorry.

I, uh--I left Kim
in the car

just--just for a minute

so I could run in
to the store.

You did what?

I--I just--

I--I left the car
out front, and I ran in.

Wait a minute.
You--you left the baby alone in the car?

She was sleeping, Lane.

She--she was just asleep,
so I--

- what?
- Easy.

Easy. Keep your distance.

I just had the painters in.

My house, my rules.

Where's Kimmy?

I swear to God,
Lane, I don't know.

Where is she?

You have to believe me.
Please, please believe me.

Give me
one good reason why.

'Cause I believe her,

and I'm the expert.

You're the expert?

So Kimberly,
she, what?

She just
disappeared?

I lied about
the man and the woman,

but--but someone
did take her, Lane.

Kimmy. Kimmy!

But these people
think that

whoever took Kim,
they're looking out for her,

you know, which--
that's why they took the bottle and stuff.

What store?

What did
you need so bad?

Diaper cream.

I went to get
diaper cream.

Diaper cream?

I thought that you
would get angry

if I told you
that we were out,

so I just thought
I'd go to the drugstore and get some.

You see?

This is
what she does.

She blames everybody else
for her screw-ups.

Now it's my fault.

And you were wondering
why she called Dr. Heaton

in her moment of terror.

Well, I don't have
time for this.

I need to find
my little girl

before she
turns up dead.

Lane, that is not fair! You--

she is our little girl, Lane.

Well, with a little help
from Dr. Heaton, right?

How do you know
about that?

You just confirmed it
for me, mate.

Yeah? Well, that's
none of your business.

You got any idea
the kind of courage it took

for her to admit
how she lost Kimberly?

And when are you
gonna have the guts

to admit your part
in all of this?

[Police dispatch chatter]

Oi.

You must be junior.

It's LJ.

I'm Cal Lightman.

The cops hired me
to help find your little sister.

Yeah, well, I hope you're
good at what you do.

What happened
to your hand?

Hurt it at soccer practice.

My hands used to look like that
when I was your age.

Do you
wanna know why?

You pissed
a lot of people off.

You see, that's good.
That's good, that.

Yes, now we got a bit of
a back-and-forth going.

So who'd you hit?

No one.

Really?

He had it comin'.

Oh, yeah? Why?

'Cause he was
talkin' smack.

About your family, eh?

About your dad, the cop.

No. About your mum.

What'd he say about her?

She's a teacher.

What do you think
they say?

Now, listen.

You either answer
my questions like a grown-up,

or I'll find my answers
my own way.

Are we clear?

So they taunt you
about your mum.

So what?

She teaches
at my school, ok?

There are rumors.

Rumors you're
deeply ashamed of.

Your dad hear any
of these rumors, did he?

I seriously hope not.

What,
for your mum's sake?

Why would anyone want
to take your little sister?

I don't know.

Probably to get back
at my dad for somethin'.

He locks up
a lot of people.

So even if he's got
nothing to do with this,

you're gonna blame him
anyway. Is that right?

Now, about that shame,

rumors about
your mum and who, LJ?

Thank you for seeing us,
uh, Principal Aston.

Anything
I can do to help.

I just been talking
to the other Bradley child

that you sent home
early today.

Yeah. Lane Jr. needs to be
with his family right now.

I think
that's obvious.

Or did you send him home

'cause he was
throwin' his fists about?

Mmm. He has problems
controlling his--

his temper,
if that's what you're asking.

What? Controlling his temper
with you, you mean?

I beg your pardon.

Well, you can
beg all you like,

but you got
a kid in your school

whose baby sister's
gone missing

and who's having
to get into fights

to defend
his mother's good name

because of rumors
that are flyin' about.

Wh-what are
you driving at?

Is Mrs. Bradley
a good teacher?

She's one of my best.

Good in the classroom?
Oh, outstanding.

And in the sack?

Just say no if you don't know
the answer, Mr. Aston.

Ok. Ok.
Th-that's enough.

Um--ahem.

Yes, uh, Colette and I met
outside school

a few times over the last
few years, but--

you and Colette have been having
an affair for a few years.

Yeah, but did
it cross your mind--

yes. Yes, of course
it's crossed my mind.

That the baby
was yours.

You didn't
practice safe sex?

Ouch!

That's a DNA test
I might never want to happen.

Are you suggesting
that--that to avoid

Lane Bradley
ever finding out,

that--that I would,
um--

kidnap the baby?

You know, you gotta
stop doing that, mate.

You really gotta stop doing that thing,
that clenching of the jaw.

Dead giveaway every time.

[Sniffs]

Yes, I'm scared,

and, no, I'm not
proud of what we--

but--but I did not
kidnap the baby.

But you will come up
as a suspect,

and Lane will find out

that you've been having
an affair with his wife.

So do you think
it's better

if he finds out while
he's under investigation

or at another time,

when he's alone with Colette and
his service revolver?

School principal
seemed too organized.

This smells
spur of the moment to me.

Coffee?

Could murder
a cup of tea.

Those the photos
I asked for?

Yeah. Press conference.

Dr. Heaton,
you already know.

The rest are
cops and neighbors.

Hmm.

So what were you doin'
out of town, then?

- I was on my way to meet--
- bored.

You notice
something unusual

about the cops
in this photo?

Not really.

You notice anything unusual
about the cops in this photo?

Um, they're pretty much
all kind of hunks.

Oh. That's what
Loker said.

Hilarious.

Uh, they're all there
for the father,

not so much for the mother.

Right.

Well, obviously.

Not really
surprising, though.

I mean,
they are cops.

What about this one,
Dr. Heaton?

Mmm. He's no hunk.

Excuse me.

It was a joke.

There's a missing baby,
Eli.

Yes. I know
there's a--

I'm ju--are you two
messing with me?

He looks worried to me.

I'm not worried.

Why would I be
worried? I'm fine.

Not you. The doctor
in the photograph.

He looks worried
about the mother and father.

Torres
tell you that?

Right. Yeah.
Torres told me that.

Did Torres really
tell you that?

Absolutely.

Good girl.

Right.

Anything else?

Uh, Detective
Wallowski called.

Colette Bradley will
be home within the hour.

Right.
Cancel le beverage.

[Sighs] Uh, tea or coffee?

[Keys clatter]

Hey, babe.

Your boss, Aston,
called me,

told me everything.

And now you are
officially dead to me.

We can fix this,
Lane, ok. We can.

We just need to find
Kimmy first.

What's going on, mom?

How do I even know
Kimmy is my kid,

with you whoring around
like that?

How can you
even say that?

Y-you know that
she's yours.

Get out of my house.

Hey, easy, LJ.

Oi, LJ.

Big tough-guy cop
like your dad standin' there

with a beer
in his hand,

yelling threats at
his wife and son--

you take it
from me, mate.

He's not worth it.

Colette, LJ, come on.
Let's go.

Come on.

What are you doing here?

We're tryin' to find
your baby, Lane.

Yeah? Well, you're not
gonna find her here.

Why's that, now?

You got her stashed

somewhere else,
have you? Eh?

Well, that'll teach
the missis

not to be
so careless.

Get the hell
out of my house.

Make me, officer.

Hey. Lane!

Knock it off.

[Groans]

Ooh. Hello.

You're gonna have
to do a lot better than that, mate!

[Music playing]

Hello, Willie.

...Iam.
What?

William.

Oh, yeah. Right.

Yeah.

The Federalist Papers.

Really?

Is this what you two get up to
behind my back?

Uh, no.
We make out.

Thanks for that.

You asked.

I gotta get going.

I have defensive-line
practice in the morning.

Ok. Uh, thanks for the help.
Same time tomorrow?

Sure, if that's cool
with your dad.

Why did I have
to have a daughter?

Uh, you know, actually,
come over an hour earlier.

We can make out.

A lippy daughter.

What are you
grinnin' at?

You two.

Heh. It's cool.

Bye, then.

William was
coaching me

so I can take down this idiot
that's on the other debate team.

Idiot?

Mm-hmm.

Sounds a bit personal.

That's pretty rich
coming from you.

I go up against a lot
of different people, em,

but it's never personal.

Boop.

Never disrespect
your opponent, Em.

Or your dad,
for that matter.

So, I should just
bully them, then?

I shake people up
until they lose control

and forget to hide
their emotions.

Not the same
as bullying at all.

You really think I'm
disrespectful to you?

You can't help it.

I'm the authority figure.

It's in your blood.
Don't argue.

Bully.

Thank you
for coming back in.

Like I have a choice.

Well, you have a brain,
don't you?

We have unfinished business,
you and I.

So how long have you known that Colette
was having an affair with Ben Aston?

[Sighs]

I found out
when Aston called me.

All right.

How long have you
known about the affair?

That wasn't surprise
on your face at the house.

So how long are you gonna make me wait
for the truth, Lane?

[Sighs]

Colette took
night courses.

She, uh, stayed late
for conferences.

You name it.

I'm a cop.

I know when
something's not right.

And add to that
that you and Colette couldn't conceive.

Which is how come
Dr. Heaton's

involved in
all of this, right?

Explain to me what
this has to do with finding my daughter.

When your wife said
that the baby was yours,

both of yours...
Mm-hmm.

Even though you knew
she'd had an affair,

you never questioned
that you were the father?

Kimberly is
my daughter.

When I made that crack about her
being the mother of your children,

she tried to hide her shame.

You are not the father
of both children.

You ever wonder why
Kimberly doesn't look

even the littlest bit
like you?

Now you're wonderin',

"well, if I'm not
Kimberly's father,

what the hell is Heaton's
role in all of that?"

You find that out,
you might find the baby.

Morning, Dr. Foster.

Satisfied customers?

And their babies.

Now, can we take this
in my office, please?

Lightman: No.

Excuse me?

No, we did that before,

and it didn't
work very well.

Is Lane Bradley
Kim's real father?

Well, both their names
are on the birth certificate.

Yeah, but you
can pretty much put

anything you want on
a birth certificate, right?

Lane and Colette Bradley
are Kimmy's parents, period.

Parents.

Yeah, as opposed to
mother and father.

You know, that's a very carefully put
language distinction

and technically
true. I mean,

Lane and Colette
are raising her,

even if they weren't
the biological parents.

You got any kids
yourself, Dr. Heaton?

I'll take that
as a no, then.

Yet somehow you think
of all of these babies as yours,

you know, in a way.

A kind of substitute
parenthood.

Well, no one
would argue with that.

If you don't mind, please...

Do any of your patients ever get
the wrong sperm?

Ms. Tate. I'm--I'm sorry.
I'll be--

I'm not gonna talk about this
any further out here.

I mean, do they ever
get it mixed up, you know,

accidentally?

Ok, how 'bout intentionally?!

Lane Bradley isn't
Kim's biological father.

Of course he's the father.
I did the work myself.

Well, how long did
the process take?

And don't give us any
of that patient-doctor crap,

or we'll take this
back out there.

5 years.

The process to get them
pregnant took 5 years.

Right. Thank you.

Next question.

Would a doctor,
like you,

help the process along
by making a little donation of his own?

That's outrageous.

It's disgusting, yeah.

You get a lot of cards
from your patients.

More than I can count.

It's funny, though.

'Cause you get a card
from the Bradleys, right,

and it's the only one
that ends up in a schmancy frame,

and it's their little girl
that gets taken.

As you already know,

we've grown
particularly close.

We think that whoever
Kim's father is might have her.

Lane is her father.

I don't know how I can make this
any more clear to you people.

Well, you could
say it again, all right,

but this time, without squinting
and pressing your lips together

and that.

Lane isn't
the father.

So who is, then?

Let me guess.

It's confidential.

Whoa. This conversation
never happened.

No, we got it all
from your face, mate.

And from what
you didn't say.

And your point is?

Wallowski
found some video

from a drugstore
surveillance camera.

This is from
this morning,

same drugstore Kim
was taken from.

Lane Bradley goes in early
on his shift, and...

He buys diapers.

Get him in
the cube pronto.

I know I'm not the best husband or dad
in the world.

That's my part in this.

You asked me when I was
going to admit that.

Well, there you have it.

But I am a good cop.

That is, until the day when I stop
looking for Kimmy.

We got video of you
buying diapers this morning.

I always buy
diapers today.

You got plenty of baby supplies
at home, Lane.

Care to explain?

He has to buy 'em.

Don't you?

So you can keep believing.

Otherwise, you have to admit
to yourself that you've lost all hope.

Right?

Go get your wife and your son and
bring 'em back here.

Gently.

Ok.

Wallowski will get
Dr. Heaton...

Not so gently.

Heaton's involved
in this?

He's standing in the way
of the truth.

You thank me when we get
your baby back.

[Knock on door]
Yeah?

What's the meaning
of this?

Well, I think we're just
about to find that out.

Torres: Mrs. Bradley,
have you ever had an affair

with anyone else
other than your boss?

What kind
of question is that?

The kind we can't
help answering with our faces.

So just one affair,
then?

Stanley Heaton told you?

No, but I take it
from that look that he knows

and he's just
covering for you.

I just want my baby back.

Is your boss,
Ben Aston,

the real father
of your baby?

But he doesn't know
that he's the father.

I never told him.

As far as he's concerned,

Dr. Heaton's fertility treatments with me
and my husband worked.

All right,
so Colette came to you,

and she told you that she
was having an affair with Ben Aston,

that she thought that he'd
made her pregnant, right?

She never told me
the name of the father,

and I didn't
want to know.

Tkk tkk.

So there's no reason
to suspect

that Aston may have
taken the baby.

Colette, come on.

You just said you
want your baby back.

Simple answers to
simple questions, please.

So you think it's Ben?

Or anyone else who considers himself
a part of the family.

We think whoever took your baby
had the key to your car

or they knew
where the spare was.

I keep the spare in the--

in the junk drawer
in--in the kitchen.

Well, that just opened up
a whole new line of thinking

into who could
have done this.

So in this one,

you're sort of smilin'
at your dad.

Am I?

Yeah. Little bit.

Just a little bit.

If you say so.

I don't see it.

You ever seen
your dad cry?

I saw your dad cry.

I saw him cry today
when I questioned him.

You see, there it is again.

It's the same smile.

You enjoy it, don't you?

You enjoy seein' him suffer.

Are you crazy?

Restless leg
syndrome.

See, I think you and I,

I think we're startin' to understand
each other.

You hate your dad,

but you love your mum.

Worst day
of your mum's life.

The worst day.

You won't even
look at her.

No.

No.

I don't have
to talk to you.

I already told you
you can't help talkin' to me.

Don't you get it?

So did you take her
just to hurt your dad?

It's like there's no one else
in that family...

Just him and
his princess Kimmy.

Where is she?

Didn't plan to take her.

I was just walkin' to school,

saw the car parked
outside the drugstore,

and I got an idea.

That's a lot
of bollocks.

'Cause your mum's
spare keys

were in the junk drawer
in the kitchen, right,

so you did plan this.

What'd you do to her?

Did you kill her?

Did you kill
a little baby

just to stick it
to your dad

once and for all?

You want to stand up
to your dad,

all right, you can
do better than this.

Sit down, son.

This hurts everyone.

This hurts your mum,
hurts Kimberly.

Sit down, son!

Where is she?

You don't know
what it's like.

To have a dad
like him.

All right, try this one on
for size, all right?

3 nights a week, minimum,

all right, he goes
straight from work to the bar,

and when he does stumble home
in the middle of the night

stinking of booze, right,
he's straight in the kitchen,

and he's yellin'
at your mum, and he--

you know, maybe he's
knockin' her about a bit.

All right,
you can hear all this

from where you are.
You're--you're hiding in your bedroom.

All right, there's nothing
you can do about it,

but you're just--
you're up there,

you're layin' in bed,
and you're waitin'.

You're waiting because
you know what's comin' next.

See, there's footsteps
on the stairs.

All right, and you given up
on God God knows when,

but you're layin' there,
and you're praying...

"Make it stop.

Please make it stop."

Sound familiar?

Hmm?

No?

So your dad didn't actually
hit you or your mum.

Well, in that case,
you're right.

I have absolutely no idea
what that's like.

Kimberly...

Is at a friend's house.

Her parents
are out of town.

Oh.

[Laughs] Hi.

Hi. Hi. My sweet.

I missed you so much.

Oh, my baby, my sweet.

I know. I know.

Hi.

Thank you for bringing her
back safe.

Her rash is better.

I had the cream.

Oh, LJ,

what happened?

Kimmy's home, Lane.

Thank God.

Baby.

Let's go inside.

Yeah. Let's get
her inside.

[Both laugh]

Thank you.

We got a lot
of talkin' to do, dad.

Yeah.

We gotta take LJ in, Lane.

What?

You kiddin' me?

He kidnapped
your daughter.

No. No, w-we're not
pressing charges.

That's not up to you,
and you know it.

If it's any consolation, your wife
gets a pass on the false statement.

Let's go, LJ.

[Police dispatch chatter]

You gonna be all right?

[Sighs] Heh.

Ask me when I get
my whole family back.

Oi.

Go easy.

The framers
never imagined

that their intentions
would be scrutinized this way.

Have you even
read the document?

Of course I've
read the document.

Don't do that.
Em, don't do that.

Don't roll your eyes like that.
Don't make it personal.

I didn't roll my eyes.

Pfft. Pull the other one.

I didn't. Liam?

I-I'd stay out of this
if I were you, mate.

Great. I--I didn't
roll my eyes.

Well, you were about to.

But I didn't,
and you're

the only person who
would know that,

and I'm not
debating you.

And he hasn't
even read it.

I have.
He has.

Whatever.

Apology accepted.

Never directly
engage the enemy.

Em, just pretend
they're not there--

no eye contact,
nothing.

Enemy?

Isn't that
personal,

exactly how you
said not to be?

I was just beginning
to like you, son.

Even though
we make out?

All right, now. I'm out of it.
Good luck with her, mate.

Meaning the debate
is over?

Meaning round one to Emily.

11 to go.