04x16 - Brother's Keeper

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You bastard!

How dare you!

Michael, you're drunk.

Shut up!

I ought to k*ll you both!

How average.

How boring.

How you.

I want my key back

or do I have to have
the locks changed?

Come back to bed,
you haven't finished me.

Michael's leaving.

Leave her alone, man.

Get out

or I'll call the police!

Call an ambulance.

Pretty boy will need one.

Your boyfriend's
not much of a fighter.

I don't take him to bed
to fight me.

Go home, Michael.

Not yet.

Michael?

Oh, my god.

Michael, what happened?

You're bleeding.

Michael, take it easy.

Damn whore!

Lorena?

You didn't...

Michael, you didn't hurt her?

Michael.

Family-- what a concept.

Are they people
bound to you by blood?

The relatives you see
on the holidays?

Or are they people in your life

like the buddy
that always helps you move

or the girlfriend
who sits with you

when your heart is broken?

Figuring out family
can be pretty tricky

especially when ties that bind

tangle you in knots
you never dreamed of.

Morning, partner.

Thank you for leaving

the "good" off that.

You're not even going to ask?

Ask what?

Ask about my back.

You didn't see me crawl
through the door?

Okay, I am guilty.

I should have never asked you
to help me paint my place.

You could've said no.

I just have one question
for you, Sam.

Was that phone call
really more important

than holding the ladder?

You knew I wasn't holding
onto the ladder.

Are you trying
to break your neck?

I guess I'll just have to settle
for almost breaking my back.

Uh...

Yeah.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Ice.

That's okay, I like it hot.

I'm talking about
for your back-- ice packs.

And you should be in bed, Sam.

You'll compress the disc
and never get rid of the spasms.

Gillian can prescribe
a muscle relaxant.

She's in New York...

You sure about ice?

I read somewhere

heat was good for the back.

I had a heating pad on it
all night.

Do you feel better?

See? Ice.

Well, I hope you two

had a nice weekend.

We got a customer

on Bayview way that didn't.

Uniforms secured the area,
coroner's on the way.

My uncle Morty gets up faster
than that and he's .

Back?

Oh, just a little stiff,
captain.

You better go on ahead,
he'll slow you down.

Go ahead.

Yeah.

I'll catch up.

You know what?

Rest, okay?

I will call you if I need you.

Heat.

I got a pad in my office.

Well, Rita said ice was...

Yeah, Rita knows homicides

Lipschitz knows backs.

I was born in a brace.

Trust me, let's go.

Hey, Keesha.

Looks like a lot
of attitude here.

We got six s*ab wounds,
nasty looking holes.

More blunt edge

for that kind of tissue damage.

Either a letter opener
or screwdriver, probably.

Or a very dull Kn*fe.

Maybe a serrated edge.

She has no defense
wounds on her arms or hands.

Probably asleep.

The angle of entry
appears to support that.

So, where's
your partner in crime?

He's nursing a bad back.

Uh-huh, I warned him
about those exotic positions.

So, can you ballpark me
a figure here?

Well...

Rigor and lividity indicate
that she's been here a while.

I'm guessing four,
maybe six, hours.

Liver temp will help narrow it

but I think

very early this morning.

So, we have some vegetable oil
up there

and looks like
we got a couple stains

down on the bed skirt.

Wow! Frying chicken in bed.

There's a good time.

You don't have
to look your best.

You're bad.

These are the girls we're seeing

for the Alpha frolic sh**t.

You have a : meeting
regarding new accounts.

Michael.

I don't smell coffee.

Michael, something
terrible's happened.

What?

What is it?

Lorena was m*rder*d.

Oh, no.

Michael, you didn't do
anything crazy last night?

No, of course not!

I flipped out
when I saw her with Jeremy.

But I left, Denise.

She was alive.

She was going to call
the police.

You believe me, don't you?

You know I do.

But you know what
it's going to look like.

What people will think

if they know you were there.

You were with me last night,
Michael.

All night.

But Jeremy...

Jeremy won't say a word.

If his wife finds out
he was banging Lorena

his whole career is gone.

He won't risk it.

Do you think
he might have done this?

No, no, if he wanted
to k*ll anyone

it would have been me.

I loved her.

Oh, my god, the police

will find out
about me and Lorena.

What do I say?

That it was business
between you.

That is all they can prove.

Once they know
you have an alibi for last night

they'll lose interest.

I take it by "intimate"

you mean who was Lorena
sleeping with?

I'll get writer's cramp
drawing you up a list.

Sex was power to Lorena,
and she loved power.

Hmm.

I guess Michael

would have been
on that list, huh?

Definitely.

I wouldn't mind
having him on mine.

He's a photographer.

Our competition's
number one sh**t.

That's interesting.

He's all over her book
for months

and then nothing
the past couple of weeks.

She dumped him.

He didn't take it well.

He called her constantly.

She wouldn't even talk to him.

He sent her gifts,
the whole sh*t.

Ah, she was such a bitch.

But she must have
been great in bed.

What was Michael's last name?

Ferraro.

Smile.

That's it.

Excellent.

Beautiful.

Great.

I know it's cold

but keep the energy up.

Smile, arch your back,
fluff your hair.

Toss that up.

That's great.

That's it, excellent.

Smile.

Beautiful.

Excellent.

Lean in to me now.

Come on down... down.

Great.

That's it.

Excellent.

All right, great, that's great.

Keep smiling.

Lean down.

That's it.

That's great.

Beautiful.

Lean down, I need
you to lean down.

That's it, beautiful.

Great.

Excellent.

Hi, sorry, but this
is a closed sh**t.

Yeah, I need to speak
with Michael, please.

One sec.

That's great, keep smiling.

Come on down.

Lean down.

Arch your back
for me a little bit.

Arch your back.

There's a cop here to see you.

Take five, everybody.

How you doing?

Hi.

Mmm.

Denise, this is my sister.

Rita.

Hi.

Hi.

Okay, you're not
my sister by blood.

But the years we spent
in that foster home

meant a lot to me.

I've always considered
you family.

You helped me through
some lonely times, Michael.

You were just as important to me
as any real brother.

I've got some calls to make.

You can catch up on old times.

Nice meeting you, Rita.

Yes, you, too.

What's it been, Rita,
like, a year?

We live in the same town

and we never get together.

Ridiculous, isn't it?

Time just seems to fly by.

Unfortunately, this is not
strictly a social call, Michael.

I'm, uh...

I'm investigating
the Lorena Garvey m*rder.

m*rder?

Good lord, when did this happen?

Last night.

You didn't hear about it?

News like this
usually travels fast.

You knew her, right?

Of course.

She ran exclusive advertising.

That's a very big house.

Her assistant said the two
of you had a relationship.

Is that true?

You're sounding pretty cop-like.

If you knew I knew her

why did you ask me?

Force of habit, I guess.

So, the two of you were seeing
each other until, like

the last couple of weeks, or...

She was hustling me.

Strictly professional.

She wanted me to leave Suncoast
and work for her.

You had quite a few meetings.

She kept sweetening the offer.

Was sex part of the package?

Could have been.

If I wanted it.

But Lorena had, uh, too much
testosterone for my taste.

I said no.

But it took her a while
to stop asking.

Her assistant said
you called her quite often.

You sent her gifts.

Yeah, I called
a couple of times.

I wanted to smooth things over.

My livelihood depends
on my reputation

and I didn't want her
badmouthing me.

When was the last time
you saw her?

I don't know.

I'd have to check my book.

Couple of weeks.

Any idea
who might have k*lled her?

I guess anyone's
capable of m*rder

if they're pushed hard enough.

And Lorena pushed hard.

She had a lot of enemies.

Look, a small favor.

It won't do me any good with
my company if word got out

that I was thinking
of going with exclusive.

Oh... I don't see
why it has to come up.

Well, listen, I, um,
I guess I should get going.

It was so great
seeing you, Michael.

We should get together sometime.

You know, we always say that

but we never seem to do it.

Well, how about
breakfast tomorrow?

Of course, if you're busy...

No, Farley's it is,
just like old times.

Bye.

Mmm.

: , then,
is that good?

Yeah.
Okay.

Mmm...

Oh, yeah.

Ahh...

Oh...

That's it.

That's it.

Oh...

What are you doing, cap?

That's enough heat.

Too much heat is not good.

But that felt great.

No, I can tell by the moaning.

This couch is k*lling you

and you are k*lling me.

Let's go-- up, up,
come on, come on.

That's it.
Over there.

Walk, walk.

You're going home, Lorenzo.

You're in no shape to work.

Lance, do us all a favor.

Take your partner home.

I just have to make
a couple calls...

Now!

You can call
from your car phone.

He's yours, since you're
responsible for this.

I'm responsible?

You asked him to paint.

I could have said no.

What kind of friend says no?

All right...

Can you make it to the car

or should I call the paramedics?

No, I'll make it.

Break out the medal of valor.

Easy.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Oh.

What?

What? Nothing, just...

My grandmother used to cut
the crusts off my sandwich

when I was a little kid.

Oh.

Yeah.

Come in.

Thank you, Sam.

You're welcome.

I'll get it.

Thanks.

Hey, come on in.

Ready to go?

I'll just check my messages.

Where are you guys going?

We're going to see the stones.

The stones got
sold out months ago.

A friend of mine
works for a broker

and she scored the tickets.

Eighth row, center.

Eighth row, center?

I guess we'll have
to scalp yours

because Rita said
you can't move.

You got me a ticket
to the stones?

Yes... ah!

Yes, Sergeant Lance checking in.

I guess he's not faking.

That was mean, Keesha.

It was very funny

but it was mean.

We're just going to the movies.

She wanted to know
if you're really hurt

or just guilt-tripping me.

You're lucky I can't get up--

I'd have to k*ll you.

Wait a second.

Say that again.

She was sure
it was a red corvette?

Okay.

Well, listen, I'll check it out.

Yeah. Anything else?

Okay, then I'll
see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Interesting.

A woman in Lorena Garvey's
neighborhood phoned in.

She said she saw a red corvette
leaving Lorena's driveway

at : a.m.
in the morning.

Looks like you
got yourself a suspect...

Fits with the time of death.

Guess we should hit the road.

I'll see you, Chris.

I'd say get some rest

but I know that's all
you're going to do.

That's very funny.

Better go easy on that stuff

or you won't be around
for the fortune cookies.

Oh.

Well, we wouldn't
want to chance that.

I mean, my...
My future's so rosy.

"You may soon be arrested for
a m*rder you did not commit."

Michael, stop it.

What if she finds
my fingerprints

all over the place?

I mean, Rita already
put the two of us together.

And you explained it.

Michael, you're acting
like you did it.

You have nothing to hide.

You really think Rita

will try to pin it on you?

She's like your little sister.

She's a cop!

If it points to me...

You're innocent.

Act guilty like this around her

and you'll force her
to doubt you.

You smile at breakfast tomorrow

talk about old times

and if she brings it up,
then be helpful and concerned

and do anything
you can to help her.

For a moment...

For a split second last night

I could have k*lled her.

I wanted to hurt her.

It's only because
she hurt you so badly.

I hate seeing you like this.

Denise... I don't think
we should do this.

I don't want
to ruin our friendship.

What we have together at work...

Let me help you, Michael.

Let me...

So,
um... So tell me about Michael.

What is he?

Your half-brother, step,
foster, I get confused.

Foster. Brother.

Um, well, we haven't really been
close for a long time

I guess because we remind
each other of sad times.

Those were very painful years
for both of us, and...

I guess I was
a little ticked off at him

for abandoning me.

Maybe a little jealous, too.

Jealous of what?

Hmm.

Well, all foster children
have this dream

that their real parents
will come pick them up some day.

And Michael's dream came true.

His real mom came and got him.

Hmm.

It's weird that he shows up

involved in a m*rder case
that you're working on.

Yeah.

Small town.

Mmm.

Michael.

Hi.

Let me guess.

Belgian waffles
and whipped cream.

Those days are long gone.

Now it is
a bagel and cream cheese.

I remember when
the lances took us here

for your birthday.

You talked about
those waffles all week.

And then they didn't have any.

And you cried
for the rest of the week.

Right.

Taking their name
was a real tribute to them.

They're, uh,
they're good people, you know?

Lot of who I became
I owe to them.

Well, I guess business
is doing good.

That's a beautiful car.

Well, you know me--
always wanted the best toys.

Can I help you?

Did you order?

Yeah... yeah, yeah.

I'll have, uh, oatmeal
and fruit, thanks.

Is something on your mind, Rita?

Are you being straight with me
about your relationship

with Lorena Garvey?

I get the feeling you're not...

Connecting all the dots,
you know.

Sure, there just isn't
much to tell.

You think
I'm holding out on you.

A witness said they saw
a brand-new red corvette

leaving her place
about : a.m.

The night of the m*rder,
Michael.

There's a lot of corvettes
in town.

It's a popular car.

Were you there?

No.

I get what this is about.

I thought you
really wanted to see me.

I did.

Save it, all right?!

It's like when we were kids.

You still have that disapproving
look-- so disappointed!

I was always the one in trouble.

Little Rita the perfect!

Look, that is not fair!

I had to ask you the question.

Look, you said you weren't there

so you weren't there.

Let's just forget it
and start over again, all right?

No.

It's too late.

We're strangers.

And maybe we always have been.

Yeah, Sergeant Lance.

Yeah, go ahead,
patch him through.

Yeah, Sergeant Lance.

I'm working on
the Garvey m*rder.

Beautiful, great, Susan.

Jeremy, go profile
for me, buddy.

Profile, come on, come on!

That's it.

Makeup!

Would you do something
with his eye?

The bruise is screaming at me.

Today?! I'm dying here!

Excuse me, I'm, uh

I'm looking for Jeremy McRae?

And you are?

We're late, no time to chat.

I don't think
this will take too long.

You know, I never bought

that walked-into-a-door bit.

A fight, yes?

Over some woman?

No, no, don't bore me
with details.

There-- Mr. Black eye!

If you're arresting him

let me finish this roll, please?

That's, uh...

Some eye you got
there, Mr. McRae.

Yeah, I ran into a door.

Yeah, I heard.

That happen at Lorena Garvey's
house night before last?

Phew!

You lost me.

I'll try not to go
too fast for you here.

One of the assistants
at your agency

said she saw you and Lorena
leave a night sh**t together

and saw you kissing
in the parking lot.

So?

So, that makes you

a good suspect in a m*rder.

She give you that black eye
fighting you off?

Forensics might be able
to place you at the scene.

Let's just finish downtown.

Hands behind your back.

Will you give me a chance here?

All right, we were together.

But then her boyfriend shows up
all drunk and crazy.

He did this to me.

Oh, that bastard!

Anyway, I split.

He stayed there.

Why didn't you come forward
when you found out

she'd been k*lled?

I'm married.

And the lady's

not only my wife...

She's my agent.

What was the boyfriend's name?

Well...

If I cooperate with you

you'll leave my name out of it?

If you don't...

You're going to go to jail.

And I bet you'll make
some horny convict's day

in a very big way.

Michael Ferraro.

So, you've requested a
warrant for Michael Ferraro's domicile.

I assume he is
number one on your dance card?

Uh, yeah,
it's starting to look that way.

Based on what?

Based on the fact that he had

a prior relationship
with the victim

that he claims was all business

but witnesses contradict that.

I can put him at the scene
the night of the m*rder.

He was drunk, he was violent.

He walked in on the victim

while she was having sex
with this guy.

He punched the guy out,
chased him off

and then he stayed behind.

I can match his car
to the description

of a car that left the house

about the time of the m*rder.

Hmm, and Ferraro's got

a couple of bubbles for as*ault
on his record.

I checked.

You two were raised
in the same foster home.

He was like a brother to you.

There is no way

you could have
checked on that, captain.

Did Chris tell you?

Yeah, from his bed of pain.

I'm hurt you didn't
tell me yourself.

You were afraid I'd
pull you off the case?

Well, I should.

Wouldn't it be easier for you?

Easy doesn't make it right, cap.

If I pass this on
to the new team

they may not look further
than Michael.

I mean, you know the drill--

bust your primary suspect,
investigation over.

If I bust Michael,
it's because I know he's guilty.

Hi, palm beach police.

Is Michael Ferraro here?

No, he's at work.

We have a warrant
to search the premises.

I'll have
to call Mr. Ferraro.

Well, I think that
would be a good idea.

He might want to join us here.

What
the hell do you think you're doing?

You be careful
with that equipment.

Any damage and I'll sue
your damn department.

Well, sis,
you enjoying yourself?

Michael, I think
we ought to talk.

Over here, come on.

No, we'll talk right here.

Fine, if that's
the way you want it.

What will it take
to get you off my back?

An alibi? Fine.

Then question Denise,
my assistant.

I was with her the night
Lorena was k*lled-- all night.

I don't believe
you could even think

that I would be mixed up
in something like this.

There is a lot about this case
I don't believe.

You, for openers.

If you just had
a business relationship

with Lorena Garvey

why do you have
a key card to her gate?

Bet you have a key
to her house, too.

Fine, we were involved.

Is that what you want to hear?

All I want to hear is the truth.

You're in a deep hole, Michael,
and every lie digs it deeper.

Why didn't you get rid
of the key card?

You knew
it would incriminate you.

I was drunk.

I thought I lost it.

Why not just tell Rita
the truth?

How would that
have sounded, huh?

Jeremy heard me thr*aten her.

My job would have vaporized

if word got out
I was seeing Lorena.

Your job is the last thing
you need to worry about.

A security gate card ain't
exactly a bloody glove, pal.

Just cool it, Michael.

You were obsessed
with Lorena Garvey.

She dumped you, you got drunk

you surprised her in bed
with another man

and you flipped out.

Okay! Fine! I'm guilty.

If Jeremy wants to press
charges, then write me up.

But she was alive when I left!

Denise will back me up.

If she lied about you being
with her that night

she'll lie about
anything you tell her.

You slapped Lorena
around, didn't you?

Real tough guy

slapping around a...

Sit in this chair!

Guess she's a little tougher
than you're used to.

You stay.

Ah, man.

Stay in there with him?

You okay?

Yeah, get a football,
we'll play a little touch.

So, what do you think?

Took the words
right out of my mouth.

He admitted to having
a thing with her.

He admitted to
smacking Jeremy around.

So he kills her
in a jealous rage.

He's certainly got
the edge for it.

He's also got a blown alibi.

Sounds very solid to me.

Something about this
does not add up.

The suit does not fit him.

'Cause you're too close.

The smart move now is
to pull you off this.

It's mine, captain.

Then put your
personal feelings aside

and sew this up!

Ah.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Okay.

So, Jeremy and Lorena

were having
an oil party that night

when Michael found them, right?

I found the plastic sheets

in the sink in the laundry room.

She put fresh linens on the bed,
she took a bath

put on a fresh nightie,
crawled into bed.

She was asleep
when she was stabbed.

So Michael went someplace
and stewed for a while

got fired up and went back.

You know what, I don't buy it.

Michael always had
a dangerous temper.

If it was a crime of passion

and he went off
in a wild rage, maybe.

But cold and calculated
like that, no.

I think she was
still alive when he left.

I hope you're right.

But the needle points
right at Michael.

He's got means, motive,
opportunity...

Only thing missing
is the m*rder w*apon.

I'm going through
his phone logs.

Then I'll start
building a framework

to prove he was obsessed.

This is really sweet

but you don't have to
baby-sit me... I'll behave.

I promise, no more drinking.

Michael, I know what
this has done to you--

how it's upset you.

Don't be ashamed
to need someone.

It doesn't make you weak.

I'll just grab a few things.

We'll go to your place.

I'll make you a nice dinner.

Let me take care of you.

Denise... come on,
we talked about this.

This isn't such a good idea.

Oh, Michael, I want you.

I need you so bad,
just like you need me.

No, I don't need you.

Look, I appreciate
what you did for me.

But I hope you don't think
we will be lovers!

We are lovers.

You belong to me,
and don't you ever forget it.

Not for a minute.

That's it, I'm out of here.

Don't make me go to the police.

And give them the letter opener.

What letter opener?

Your letter opener
from your desk.

It's got your fingerprints
all over it.

And Lorena's blood.

Oh, it's safe, for now.

Where they'll never find it...

Unless you make me
give it to them.

You k*lled her.

No, darling, you did.

Just as long as we're together

no one will ever know.

And we're going
to be together forever.

I got Chris in
to see my chiropractor.

He'll straighten him out.

You should pardon
the expression.

Whoa.

What?

All these calls
to the same number.

It must be hers, huh?

He made over a hundred calls
to her home and office

the week of her death.

Right up until she was m*rder*d.

He even called her
from his car phone.

Should make nice amm*nit*on

for the prosecution, huh?

This is weird.

Hmm?

These numbers
seem familiar to you?

That's our main line.

Why would he have called
the police station twice?

Hold on a second.

These calls were made
at the same time

I got calls in the field
from witnesses.

One was telling me
about the corvette.

The other was telling me
about Jeremy McRae.

I thought you checked out
the neighbor.

I could never reach her.

I thought I transposed a number.

The one I called
was a disconnect

so if that one was bogus...

Uh-huh.

Atlantic sky models.

How may I help you?

Hi, Amy Collier, please.

Amy Collier?

Yeah, she gave me this number.

It's important
that I speak with her.

Miss Collier hasn't been
with the agency

for about six months.

Thank you very much.

Someone's been trying
to hand us Michael Ferraro

on a silver platter.

I'll ride with you.

This is crazy,
don't you see that?

You need help.

You're what I need, Michael.

What I've always needed.

I'll be good for you.

Why couldn't you
see me, Michael?

I was beside you
all day, every day

and you didn't see me.

You only had eyes for Lorena.

But that whore's dead now.

It's just you and me.

Am I so hard to look at?

So hard to see?

That night after

she'd broken your heart
one more time

I knew what I had to do.

And you gave me the chance.

I used your car,
your card key to her gate.

Your key to her house.

You made it so easy for me.

Tipped your sister
with a couple of calls.

Left the gate card
where they'd find it.

You crazy bitch.

Oh, don't worry, sweetheart.

They've just enough to suspect.

Not enough to convict.

The letter opener would
be all they'd need.

But they'll never
get it, will they?

Oh!

Fine, be that way.

You'll get over it.

Is Michael around?

He hasn't been
answering his phone.

No, he called me from the car.

Asked me to stay.

He's expecting a delivery.

Where was he going?

He should have been here
an hour ago.

They were going to
drop by her place first.

Is he with Denise Ryan?

She picked him up
from the police.

If he calls,
tell him to call me.

It's an emergency, okay?

Okay.

Everything's okay?

Yeah, I hope so.

Michael, look at me.

♪ Here comes
the bride ♪

♪ all dressed in white... ♪

Don't you love it?

My great-grandmother

wore it
on her wedding day in .

Dance with me.

Take me in your arms

and all our problems
will melt away, lover.

It's bad luck

to see the bride
before the wedding

but you're a bad boy.

You like breaking the rules.

Dance with me.

Dance with me!

It just keeps ringing.

Why would she
set him up like this?

Obsession pushes
people over the edge, cap.

She's probably been
in love with Michael

but he's been in love
with Lorena.

Denise probably k*lled her
to get her out of the way.

The frame could be a way
of keeping him close.

Make him frightened
and more open to her.

Mmm, see how nice this is?

This'll be our song.

We'll dance to it
at our wedding.

Denise, listen to me.

Shut up.

This can't work.

You can't blackmail me
into loving you.

Shut up, you'll do what I say!

I'll take my chances

with the cops.

No, you won't.

You're mine.

Would you rather be dead
than be with me?

It's your choice.

You wouldn't k*ll me.

Oh, yeah?

First you and then me.

We'll be together forever.

No.

Michael? Miss Ryan?

It's Sergeant Lance.

He's facing us
and she's right behind him.

She might have a g*n
on his back.

Why don't we buy him some time?

They must be at his place.

Why don't we check there?

Don't turn around.

Drop the g*n.

Don't make me k*ll you.

I just wanted him to love me.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

Looks like you saved
my butt one more time.

Just like when we were kids.

Cap.

Hmm, nice.

Your friend Eric?

No, Michael Ferraro.

There should be a box
of chocolates with those.

Maybe even a fur coat,
a diamond ring.

If any other cop
was working this case

he'd be on his way
to the joint for life.

That was a good call, Rita.

Thanks, captain.

So, um, Chris is late, huh?

Oh, he's seeing
my chiropractor again.

The man's a wizard.

He's a witch doctor.

Oh, this man stuck needles
everywhere in my back.

Ouch.

Let me help you.

You'll be amazed at how
quick you recover.

Trust me, acupuncture's
a wonderful thing.

Can a billion people be wrong?

I'm never going to paint
for you again.

Cap, uh, would you help me

finish painting my kitchen?

What kind of friend
would say no?

A smart one.

Bye-bye.

Great.