Hey.
Hey, boss. I got your text. What's up?
I got a call from the FBI.
What do they want?
It's about the investigation of Craig O'Laughlin's death.
It was an agent named Wexler.
He said he'd been trying to reach you.
Yeah, he left some messages.
I haven't had a chance to call him back. What did he say?
The investigation's over. They've filed the report.
He just wanted you to know that he was returning your necklace.
My what?
The necklace O'Laughlin gave you.
It was in evidence, but they're done with it.
He sent it over.
I don't...
Look, I don't want it. You take it.
If you don't want it, you can sell it,
or you could take it down to the evidence room,
and they can auction it off.
Here. That's for you.
Hey, boss. Caught one.
Shooting victim out in El Oro State Forest.
You two take it.
Grace? Are you okay?
Fine, yeah.
Do you want me to take it away?
No, it's okay.
El Oro State Forest—that's east of Lake Tahoe, right?
Yeah.
You get lost?
Briefly.
Beautiful out here, though they could use a little more signage.
Victim's name's Gabriel Porchetto Junior.
Father's a big mob boss.
Runs narcotics and illegal gambling in the northeast.
They live in the city. This is a vacation house.
"Porchetto"-- that's Argentinian, I believe.
How can you tell?
I used to read a lot of phone books.
As I recall, Buenos Aires had many Porchettos.
Porchetto and his younger brother were throwing a party.
Had a half-dozen friends here.
Brought in hookers for entertainment.
Good, wholesome fun.
There's a security fence around the entire compound.
About a hundred yards back that way,
there's a blanket thrown over the barbed wire
and footprints inside and out.
Looks like the point of entry.
And here we are.
Which one's the younger brother?
Sergio.
Yeah?
So you're Sergio, and, uh... who are you?
Curtis Nett. I work for the family.
The enforcer.
I work for the family. Ten years.
Just tell us what happened.
We were inside the house, partying.
Gabe came out to the hot tub with one of the girls.
There's a shot.
Curtis and I run out and...
Gabe's... you know.
Girl's freaking out.
I run to the fence. I see a guy just climbed over.
I throw a shot at him. He throws a shot at me.
No one hit anything. He takes off running.
You get a look at him?
White guy, jacket, baseball cap.
You gave your gun to the sheriff, right?
That's right.
We need all the other guns,
the ones you and your friends hid before we got here.
Look at this mess.
You want to talk some crap weapons charges?
We won't necessarily press charges,
but I need every gun on the premises for a ballistics check.
I'll tell the guys.
You do that, Serge.
So what's the deal?
You—you work for the family, but you have no respect for him.
Is that a question?
I don't know. Was it?
Where's the girl? That's a question.
Her name is Janpen.
She's Chinese. Doesn't speak English.
Okay. Hi.
My name is Patrick.
We're gonna need a translator.
What is that hideous thing on her shoulder?
She speaks English.
She's just a little bit shy, right?
I don't speak English. Guys don't talk to me.
It's better that way.
So what did you see when Mr. Porchetto was shot?
Nothing.
There's a loud bang scares the crap out of me, and...
the guy's dead. I mean, I freaked out. That's it.
What'd the shooter look like?
Didn't see him.
You're a good liar— good, not great.
She saw him close up.
I know who these guys are, okay?
I'm not getting involved.
Maybe you shot him.
Yeah, I hid the gun in my pants.
I'm taking you in. We're gonna talk about this at the office.
I don't have to go with you.
I could arrest you for prostitution,
put you in cuffs, and book you.
Is that how you want to do it?
Well, can I put some clothes on first?
Sure.
Interesting girl.
So what's your take on this?
Well, the fresh air, my first mob hit...
I'm thrilled.
What?
The GPS says turn right, but I think it's confused.
Morning. You lost?
We're fine, thanks.
Hang on.
Hey. You okay?
Stop.
Stop. I will shoot you.
Nice driving.
Don't waste your time. There's no signal.
There was some noise over there, like some kind of animal.
Freaked me out. Unlock me, okay?
Look, we can't stay here,
and we can't go back up to the road.
There's too much chance
of running into that guy who's after us.
We follow the stream east a ways,
we'll probably run into State Route 4.
We can catch a cell signal there.
I'm not going anywhere.
It's not a choice.
Can't make me.
We need help. I'm trying to protect you.
Yeah, so I can testify... against the mob.
Forget it.
Okay.
I'll go by myself.
Cool. Unlock me.
I need to know where to find you when we come back for you.
Hey, you can't do that.
Watch out for rattlesnakes.
They're all over through these woods.
Okay, wait!
I've spoken with the forestry service.
They're beginning a coordinated search
with the sheriff's office.
It's likely the GPS gave Van Pelt bad directions.
They've had people lost this way.
They don't think she's gonna be hard to find.
We should be out there.
Get some of our people looking.
- More boots on the ground. - Whoa—
They don't think she's gonna be hard to find?
They're not taking this seriously.
How big is the area they're searching?
140 square miles. It sounds pretty serious to me.
Hey. If you were out there, we'd look for you.
I hope not.
If I'm lost, I want a search-and-rescue team
that knows the landscape and can cover ground fast.
That's not us.
Now I will make sure every resource is devoted
to finding Van Pelt. Okay?
Meantime, let's do our jobs.
Boss, we need to be—
He's right. We don't know the terrain.
We'll just get in the way.
Let's focus on what we can do.
What do you got?
Ballistics came in. Junior was shot with a.380.
One casing found at the crime scene,
another, 10 yards outside the fence.
So that must have been the shot the killer fired at Nett
when he was running away.
Any luck on the trace of the gun?
No. Nothing.
This feels like a hit to me, like a pro at work.
He had to have driven there.
Let's check the gas stations and the convenience stores
on the road to the cabin.
Maybe he stopped off somewhere.
Do we have anything on the witness—Janpen?
No arrests. The other hookers didn't have anything to say.
I'm talking to Vice,
trying to find the pimp that arranged the party.
Let's take a hard look at the wiseguys that were there.
If someone would know how to hire a hit man, it's them.
Van Pelt is gonna be back here in 20 minutes,
and we're all gonna feel stupid for worrying.
File on Porchetto Senior's quite an interesting read.
Murder, robbery, thuggery— all sorts of skullduggery.
The organized crime unit's been after Porchetto for a while.
There's nothing more you can do.
About what?
Van Pelt. That's what you're fretting about.
Van Pelt is missing because of the murder,
ergo, we focus on catching the murderer,
chances are we'll find Van Pelt...
unless someone else finds her first,
but right now? Let's go. Porchettos.
Agent Lisbon. Mr. Jane.
Andrew Kellogg. I'm the Porchettos' attorney.
This is Iris Porchetto, Gabe's stepmother.
Where is Mr. Porchetto?
On his way. He's not feeling well.
We'll have to keep this brief.
We'll have to be thorough,
but I'll keep your concerns in mind.
Let's play cards up, agent.
The police have unjustly hounded the Porchettos for years.
I will not stand for that sort of thing.
These the cops?
We're with the CBI, Mr. Porchetto.
This is who they send to find my boy's killer?
A girl and a guy in a vest.
This is really a waste of my time. I want a drink.
No.
Gabe is dead. I can have a drink.
Not with your meds. You heard the doctor.
It's got bad interaction.
Uh, excuse me. Where is the cancer?
What's your name?
Jane. Patrick Jane. Liver? Kidney? Spleen?
Kidney.
Oh. How long did they give you?
"How long"? I'm a dead man. That's how long.
Having trouble sleeping, I expect.
Yes. Why?
Well, I can tell you how to get to sleep
if you tell us who you think killed your son.
Who says I know?
Well, you said you were wasting your time with us,
so I assumed you already knew who was responsible.
Do you, Mr. Porchetto?
- Don't say anything. - Honey, listen to Andrew.
This one—can't wait to put me in the ground.
That's not true.
Maybe just a little true?
You want me to do your job? Fine.
It was the Mexicans.
What Mexicans?
Julio Iglesias. Who do you think?
The Zetas. The Zetas.
- The Mexican drug cartel? - Yeah.
Why would they want to kill your son?
I'm not saying any more.
About that sleeping trick...
Oh, yes. When you breathe in, count one.
When you breathe out, count two.
In one, out two. Very simple.
Think of nothing else, except your breath and those numbers.
And that will make me sleep?
Like a big, murderous baby.
Ciao.
Organized Crime Unit says
Junior wanted the Porchettos to sell meth in the northeast.
The Zetas control the drug trade in that territory.
If junior did make a move, they could have killed him.
Call Bernie Westeroff in Narcotics.
See if he has a line on any Zeta foot soldiers in the area.
- Maybe we can talk to one of 'em. - Yeah, you got it.
You're gonna get a Mexican drug dealer to talk?
I'll think of something.
Wayne.
Sarah.
Yeah, I was looking for you. Lunch.
Oh. Damn. I forgot.
No, look, I'm sorry. Grace is missing.
Oh, my lord. What's happened?
Um, we—we don't know. Look, she was in a state park and...
Anyway, I have to work. I'm sorry.
Of course. You work. We'll just do it another time.
Thanks.
Yeah. Just call me later, okay?
And I'm sure it's fine. She's fine.
Thanks.
It's really hard to walk like this.
Should have thought of that before you ran.
Stay here.
Hey, Grace.
Who are you?
Come on, Grace.
Craig's dead. I killed him.
Yeah. Yeah, you did that.
Are you a ghost?
What do you think?
If you're not a ghost, what are you?
Grace, look, you've been in a car accident.
You're dehydrated, pumped on adrenaline.
Maybe I'm just something you're seeing.
The question is, why now?
Why do you need to see me, Grace?
What's going on?
Nothing. Let's keep walking.
Hey, Lisbon.
What'd you get for me, Bernie?
You wanted a Zeta, I got you one. Luis Osorio.
A lieutenant, connected, should know stuff.
I owe you one. Thanks.
Yeah, maybe not.
The charge I got Osorio on is bogus, and he knows it,
so all he's gotta do is keep his mouth shut.
His lawyer gets here, he walks.
I like my chances.
Hi, Mr. Osorio. Uh, Patrick Jane.
Sorry we've kept you so long.
Promise we won't keep you much longer.
You play cards?
Want to play a little game?
It's Find The Queen. All right?
There she is there.
All you have to do is find her.
You follow the queen, you keep an eye on where she goes,
and then you bet.
There. Not here. There she is.
Where is she?
I don't give a damn where she is.
What do you think I am? A child?
Excuse me. I was just trying to kill a little time.
Where is she?
She's on the right.
How you do that?
The hype.
You pick up two cards between your fingers like so,
but when you throw down,
it appears that you throw the bottom card,
when in fact, you throw the top card.
Like that.
See how that looked like it was the bottom card?
Nice.
You hold it like that, you just drop it down there like that.
It's very easy. Lot of practice.
It's fun to watch, when you know what's happening, isn't it?
Kind of relaxing. Soothing.
Tell me something.
You think the Zetas killed Gabriel Porchetto?
Nah. Zetas didn't have any reason to kill him.
Not yet, anyhow.
Man was all talk.
Good to know.
All right, you try.
Go ahead.
Look at you. You're a natural.
Look at the way you hold those cards.
And you drop the first one down just like that.
Two hands, let it flop.
That's a beginning, that's a start. Baby steps.
Who do you think killed Porchetto?
Well, people say, uh...
he got into a fight with a biker.
Biker named Wood. Ha.
Almost have it. Almost.
You can swindle people before you behead them,
or whatever it is you do to them.
I never beheaded nobody.
Slit a few throats maybe.
Okay. Zero beheadings.
Ran the biker named Wood.
There's an incident report on a bar fight Junior had
with a gang member named Elwood Spiller two weeks ago.
No arrest. Spiller refused to press charges.
Find out what it was about.
Boss, check this out.
Nothing from the gas stations in the area,
but I found some video cameras near the crime scene—
some professor studying animal migration patterns.
One of them caught a white male driving on a road
near the Porchetto cabin right after the shooting.
Did they get the plate?
No, but we were able to enhance the image.
Asked the FBI to run it through the facial recognition software,
got a few hits, and this one seemed like the best shot.
Raynor Marquette. He's from LA. He's got a long sheet.
FBI thinks he runs guns into Tijuana
and that he's a killer for hire.
See if you can find out anything else about him
and send that picture to the county sheriff's office.
Okay. Hey. You, uh, hear anything?
They've covered 40% of the search area. Nothing yet.
So where are you from?
Barstow.
A cousin of my mom's raised me.
Meth head. Not so great with the mother thing.
She got me started in this massage parlor.
I was, like, 11, maybe.
I wasn't the youngest.
Anyways, a couple years after,
this Guatemalan arms dealer bought me.
And I was, like, his pet.
And that was kind of weird.
And then he got k—
Are you okay?
No!
Bitch, take these off.
Like I'm gonna run. Where?
I have no idea where we are
or how to get to where you say we're going.
Last thing I'm gonna do is take off.
All right.
Thank you.
It will be dark soon.
We need to find a place to spend the night.
Shouldn't there be people out looking for us? Where are they?
I don't know. Come on.
Come on.
Elwood Spiller. Kimball Cho, CBI.
I want to talk about Junior Porchetto.
Did you and he have a fight on the 17th?
No, we did not.
Well, according to the incident report,
you got into an argument with Junior,
and he had three of his guys beat you to a pulp.
Nope.
Well, how'd all this happen?
A boating accident.
Now Junior did this to you.
Now you must have a major grudge,
and we can talk about it here, or I can take you in,
you can sit in a cell and talk about it tomorrow.
Old man Porchetto is on a hunt.
Anybody he thinks had anything to do with hitting Junior
is gonna get clipped.
So you can take me wherever you'd like.
All I'm saying
is Junior Porchetto was one hell of a guy,
and he always treated me good.
You do know his old man is sick, right?
When he dies, come back.
I might say something different.
Interesting.
He said, come back after the father's dead.
That's right.
That's interesting.
We know killing Junior was a major play.
Whoever did it took a big risk.
Must have expected a big payoff. Who's that?
Hard to say.
According to the Organized Crime Unit,
the main person who benefits from Junior's death
is old man Porchetto himself.
Why?
Well, if they moved in after Zeta territory
just the way that Junior wanted,
they would have started a war.
Could have ended the Porchetto organization.
Junior was getting in way over his head.
It's the sheriff's office. Lisbon.
Okay, thank you.
They're suspending the search for the night.
They're gonna start again first thing in the morning.
They're doing something wrong.
They should have found her by now.
They're doing something wrong.
Um, either of you play squash?
What?
You know, squash.
No.
I need a squash ball.
It's about that big, little, black thing.
Doesn't bounce very well.
I know what you want to ask.
Don't be embarrassed.
I am not talking to you.
You are just a figment of my imagination.
Please yourself.
Did you love me?
Of course I loved you.
Then why did you try to kill me?
I had to make a choice between you and Red John.
We all have to make hard choices, Grace.
Doesn't make me evil.
Kind of does.
Grace.
I was just too stupid to see it.
Oh, no, you saw it.
No, I didn't.
Not all of it, but you knew there was something—
something a little dangerous under the nice guy stuff.
You kind of liked it.
Can't open your eyes a little bit, Grace.
Gotta open 'em all the way
if you want to see the truth of things.
What are you talking about?
Why are you doing this to me?
How should I know?
I'm just a figment of your imagination.
Did you find your squash ball?
Oh, yes, I did, as a matter of fact. Thank you.
Um, I'm headed over to the Porchettos.
Why?
It probably won't work, but if it does,
you're gonna have to move fast, so stay on your toes.
Boss. They're looking in the wrong place.
What do you mean?
The searchers messed up.
That's why they haven't found anything.
What's going on?
They started the search at the last cell phone tower
that Van Pelt's phone made contact with.
They figured she was within a 15-mile radius of this point.
That makes sense.
But they're wrong. I just checked.
The next cell phone tower, here,
was down for maintenance yesterday.
If her phone tried to make contact with this cell phone tower,
there'd be no record.
They should be looking 10 miles further into the forest.
I'm going out there. I don't care what Wainwright says.
You go. I'll deal with Wainwright.
Hey, Sarah.
Wayne, hi. Um, I know you're busy.
I was just wondering how things are.
Uh, we still haven't found her yet. I'm heading out there.
Um, well, I just want you to know I was thinking about you
and praying for Grace, and...
I just know that this is gonna turn out all right.
Thanks.
Listen, I have to go.
The, uh, elevator's here. I'll call you later, yeah?
Janpen?
Don't blame yourself.
I fell asleep.
Yeah. You were tired.
She gets lost, she could die.
Why did I think I could stay awake?
Grace, everything isn't your fault.
This is my fault.
- I wasn't your fault. - Yes, you were.
You were with me when you killed those cops and you shot Lisbon.
I should have stopped you.
You did. You killed me.
I was too late.
I should have seen it sooner. I-I should have done something.
How? You were in love with me. Don't you remember?
There she is.
Where'd you go?
I had to pee. Who were you talking to?
Nobody.
Great. Lost in the woods with a crazy cop.
Hey, I got it worse.
I'm lost in the woods with a grumpy hooker. Let's go.
The silent intimidation act is quite effective.
I'll admit, I'm intimidated.
Then he forced himself in here, and now he won't leave.
You have to do something, Andrew.
Iris. You need to relax. Tension causes wrinkles.
Mr. Jane, what are you doing here?
I'd like to speak to Mr. Porchetto.
You can't talk to him.
Yes, I can. I talk to all sorts of people.
Do you see what I mean? This is...
Mr. Jane, if you don't leave,
I will protest to your superiors and the Attorney General.
You can't harass my client like this.
Excuse me, how long have you two been carrying on this affair?
What do you mean?
Your protectiveness of Iris is more than legal,
and she keeps touching your elbow. Hard to misinterpret.
I'm pretty sure Curtis here already knows.
Yes, he looks dense, but he's as sharp as a tack.
Doesn't miss a beat, do you, Curtis?
This is... completely irrelevant.
Are you worried that Porchetto's gonna find out,
or does it add a little more excitement?
Did you just threaten us?
All right, let's just take a breath here.
What's going on?
You.
Well, good morning.
That trick—one two, one two— damned if it doesn't work.
- Fell asleep in no time. - Glad to hear it.
What do you want?
Do you think we could talk someplace else?
It's kind of a private matter.
So what is it?
Well, colleague of mine is missing.
I think it's connected to your son's murder.
You're still looking for the murderer, right?
Maybe.
Sure you are. You want to kill him.
I get it, believe me,
but what I need to know is, have you found him?
'Cause I'd like to talk to him, and then you can have him back.
You can do whatever you want with him.
I don't know anything about it.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Crap.
You were my last hope.
Okay. What do I do now? I could use a drink. Um...
You don't have any vodka, do you?
I can't have booze around. My meds.
Surely, you got a stash.
I mean, a man like you would have a stash.
I only want a nip, just—maybe two.
Really craving that warm, comforting feeling
of alcohol hitting the back of your throat.
You know. Just— it just levels me.
Uh, don't tell my wife.
Love that sound.
You're a Saint. Thank you.
Yep, that's it. Just levels me.
It's like an angel crying on your tongue.
That's good.
You?
Doctors say it messes me up.
Oh, them. Doctors. Always with the rules.
I mean, as if they know anything for sure.
One.
So Mike has a...
pool cue, and, uh...
Cheers.
And Sammy's right behind me.
And, uh...
and I have a shovel. He says...
Man down! Man down in here!
What the hell happened?
- He j—he just fell off. I don't know. Does— - Are you okay?
Does he have a pulse? Check.
I don't feel anything.
- Let me check. - Oh, my God.
Is he breathing? I c—I can't tell if he's breathing.
I'm not getting a pulse.
I don't think he's breathing.
Is this it? Is this happening? Oh, my God.
Call an ambulance. Someone call an ambulance!
I'll call. I'll call right now.
What should we do? We should do something.
I'll get the guys.
Well, we can't just leave him here for starters.
It's so undignified.
Do you have a couch or somewhere where you can lay him down?
In the front room.
Front room it is, then.
Guys. Come on, come on!
- I need a hand here. Thank you. - Not now, please, baby.
- Be careful with him. - Oh, please.
The living room.
Porchetto's dead?
Oh, more like drunk.
Are you drunk?
A little. Let's not get distracted.
I think someone is staging a coup inside the Porchetto family,
a takeover when the old man dies.
- That's who killed Junior. - Why?
Because Junior wanted to go to war with the Zetas—
would have destroyed the family
before the plotter could take over.
So you're trying to get the plotter to reveal himself
by pretending that Porchetto's dead?
Oh, you're very good, Grasshopper.
Won't the doctors figure out he's not dead?
They're figuring it out now. That's why we have to work fast.
I know it's a force, but Van Pelt is missing.
- Excuse me, doctor? - Yes.
Uh, my name's Patrick Jane. I'm with the CBI.
Do you take much bribe money from big pharma?
What?
That's an offensive suggestion. Why would you say that?
Well, a lot of doctors...
What's he saying?
I mean, obviously, in any profession,
people fall short of the ethical mark.
What's that doctor saying to the cop?
Mm, free trips to the Bahamas...
Think it's about dad?
Well, thanks for chatting.
What was that doctor saying?
Well, he should probably tell you himself.
It's not really my place.
Mr. Jane, people are suffering. Tell us what you know.
We're very sorry for your loss.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. He's gone.
Son of a bitch.
Can't help but feel a little responsible here.
What'd you do to him?
Serge.
You were the last one with him.
If I find out you did anything to him,
I swear you're gonna die. You hear me?
Shut up.
It's not a threat. It's a promise.
Shut... up. All right?
You can't say that to me.
You work for me. I'm in charge now.
No, you're not.
I am.
I talked to the crews, all of them. They're with me.
And we're gonna do this smooth and smart,
and we're not gonna go around
threatening cops in public places. Got it?
- But you have— - No.
No, he's right. Wait.
We will talk at the house.
You're in charge now?
This is none of your business.
You need to speak with us alone.
Right.
You really do.
Wait here.
So?
What the hell?
It's an old trick.
Small ball under the arm stops the blood flowing.
No pulse.
He's alive. That's great.
Not for you.
You hired Raynor Marquette to kill Junior
because he was getting in your way, didn't you?
Good luck proving that.
I don't have to prove it in court. I'll just tell him.
Don't do that.
I will if I have to.
I think Marquette's put one of my people in danger.
You're gonna help us find him.
Or I will take you in there and sign your death warrant.
I think she means it.
We got Marquette's cell phone.
We were able to track it to State Route 4
14 miles east of Porchetto's cabin.
He must be somewhere nearby.
Yeah, it's pretty close to here.
I can get some rangers to meet me there. Thanks.
So do you ever think about getting out of,
you know, sex work?
What kind of car you got?
Piece of crap, I bet.
I drive a Lexus, fully loaded.
Oh, excuse me.
There's more to life than that.
Get down.
Stay here. Don't make a sound.
Grace. Behind you.
Bitch. Get off.
Stop.
Get off.
Just... relax.
So I guess we can call it even now, huh?
Bye, Grace.
Look after yourself.
Grace! Where are you?
Over here!
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
This is your chance to do something for yourself, Janpen.
Marquette's still in the hospital.
You talk first,
the DA will take first-degree murder off the table.
No death penalty. You want that?
Marquette and I are a team.
Part of the job is getting closer to the target.
That's what I do.
Nett had planted the gun.
Nett grabbed the gun when he came out.
He took it to the fence. Raynor was waiting.
We had to make it look like the shooter came from the outside.
That was Nett's thing.
He was terrified
old man Porchetto would find out he was behind it.
When I was sleeping, you found a cell signal, didn't you?
That's how Marquette found us. You called him.
- Just wanted to get out of there. - By killing me.
Oh. Well, it wasn't personal.
Come on.
I kind of like you. You know, you're—you're hard-core.
I respect that.
Let's go.
Hey.
How are you feeling?
Better. Okay.
Come here.
Hi.
Oh, hey.
I heard you got back all right.
Yep. Safe and sound.
Congratulations. It's just such great news.
I'll see you tomorrow, Wayne.
Yeah, see you tomorrow.
Excuse me.
Um, you want to—you want to get something to eat?
Yeah. Absolutely.
I'm sorry if that was uncomfortable.
It didn't mean anything. Really. Nothing at all.
No, it's okay. Wayne, I understand.
So... how have you been?
Good. Fine.
I'm pregnant.
Jane?
I'm sorry to ask this, but...
do you ever talk to your wife?
Yes, sometimes.
Do you ever see her?
No, never.
If you did see her...
would you think you were crazy?
Craig came to see you, didn't he?
Yeah.
What did he want?
I don't know.
This will sound really weird, but...
He kind of saved my life.
Figuratively speaking, I hope.
Yes. I mean, he wasn't... really there, but...
Now you can't decide what to do with the necklace he gave you
because it reminds you of your past.
You can try to forget it,
or you can learn to live with it.
Yeah.
Well?
"Well" what?
What do you think I should do? Keep it or get rid of it?
Well, I think that's your call, Grace.
Don't you?
Good night.
Good night, Jane.