05x16 - Someone to Watch Over Me

[bunniefuu]

What are you talking about?
That's not how I meant it!

Oh, give me a break.

Hi. Yeah. I just heard
g*nf*re in my building.

Uh, Pearl Street.

I think it's coming
from the fourth floor.

Hey. Whoa! Whoa.
Put the g*n down.

It's okay. I live downstairs.
Put it down.

Did he break in?

He's my father.

He's dead.

What happened?

Did you have a fight?

Did he hit you?

I didn't do it.

Come on. One more time.

- No.
- One more time.

- No.
- Please one more time.

No.

Black.

Blue.

Blue?

White.

It's word association.

You can say anything you want.

You say black,
I'm supposed to say white.

There are no wrong answers.

Come on.
Give me another one.

You know, most people
just like to cruddle.

I like to cruddle.

My gut said white.

Should've gone with the gut.

You're gonna drive yourself crazy.

You know that, Woody?

Not everything has to be
so complicated.

Excuse me.

This is Hoyt.

Oh, hey, Jordan.
How you doing?

Hey.

I heard the yelling,
then the sh*ts.

Ran up here.

She was standing over him.

You know them?

I've seen them around.

All right.

Eddie Dawson.

Small-time fence.

Rap sheet.

A couple of arrests,
mostly nickel and dime stuff.

but he does have a long list
of inquiries from Social Services.

Complaints filed by her school.

He left the kid alone a lot.

That's the kid over there.
She's a little freaked out.

She was holding the g*n?

Yeah. But she didn't do it.

No GSR on her hands.

Nine millimeter?

One set of prints. Hers.
She probably picked it up after.

You see anybody coming or going?

No. No sign of
forced entry either.

Detective.

Take a look.

I'm guessing our small-time fence
was branching out into g*n dealing.

Somebody was buying,
somebody was selling,

but something definitely went wrong.

Her name's Kayla.

And this is Carolyn Macelli
with Social Service.

Hi, Kayla.

I'm Detective Woody Hoyt,
and I'm gonna need your help.

It's okay.

You can tell him what you saw.

I was in here.

My daddy came home
and told me to stay.

He let somebody in.

Do you know who that was?

I heard yelling,
but the TV was on.

I heard sh*ts.

I was scared,
so I stayed in here.

For how long?

I don't know.

Then I came out
and saw my dad.

So where's her mother?

She's dead.

We looked into it
when we investigated

the complaints against the father.

There are no other relatives,

so for now, forster care's
the only option.

And that's if
I can even place her.

So hang in there.

Get down!

Well, obviously she saw something,

or whoever k*lled her father

wouldn't be trying
to g*n her down in the street.

Social worker's in ICU.

Looks like she's gonna pull through.

I put an APB out on the car.

We're gonna get him.

Okay.

She's pretty shaken up.
Maybe I should try to talk to her.

- See if I can...
- I got it covered.

Yeah, but she's seen me around.
Maye she'll trust me.

Come on, Jordan.
It's me. What's up?

Look, she's on her own.

Her mom's dead, too.

Okay. I understand now.

You're her and she's you.
I get it.

Please. Look, I just want to
make sure this guy doesn't try again.

- We will.
- Hey. Where is she?

Lu's gonna talk to her.

She's had a lot
of experience with kids.

Uh-huh.

Nigel, I need your help
with some IDs.

We've got two bodies in trace.
Car accident.

Male driver, female passenger
k*lled by a drunk driver in Southie.

What happened to the driver?

They've got him in custody.
Not a scratch.

He hit 'em head on.

He's the John Doe.

Car's registered to a company,
some kind of mortgage broker.

I'm running his prints right now.

Linda Jones, .

Well, she lived down there.
South th.

Two blocks from the accident.

That's a really expensive
leather he's wearing.

The car was a Jaguar XT.

That's a rather ritzy ride for
such a low-income neightborhood.

Think he might've been
down there to buy dr*gs?

Maybe. But the tox screens
came back clean.

The gril's mother's on her way.

- Did they get the driver?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

What?

It's Robert Peyton.

Payton Industries.

Steel, coal, banking.
The 'Mayflower' comes to mind.

- And not the madam.
- Which one's is he?

The son.

Always in trouble with the police.
Notorious womanizer.

- Had drug and alcohol problems.
- Yeah. Heir to the throne.

Colossal underachiever.
Black sheep of the family.

That still doesn't
answer the question.
What was he doing down there?

I already told them
I don't know anything.

It's pretty clear you do.

Look, Kayla,
I know you're scared.

It's natural.
Anyone would be.

I don't think she's scared.

Uh, Jordan.

No. I mean...

She looks like she can
take care of herself.

You've probably been
doing it for a long time.

Probably pretty good
at it too, right?

Well, I guess you think that
you don't really need our help.

And that's fine.
But what about your dad?

He deserves a little justice,
don't you think?

These people that did this to him.

You know what they think of him?

That he's a piece of dirt.

And if you don't help us,
they're just gonna walk away

and not even think about it.

That part's up to you.

It was a man.

Did you ever see him before?

Well, what did he look like?

White? Black?

White with blond hair.

Just one man?

We're gonna need you
to look at some picture.

See if you recognize anyone.

Then I'm done, right?

They're gonna have to put you
in protective custody.

Am I in trouble?

No. No, we just need to
make sure you're safe.

That's all.

Nigel.

Oh, God!

Oh, God, Oh, God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, God! Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry, Ms. Jones.

His toxicology report was clean.
I can tell you that.

- Oh. I told you.
- Mmm-hmm.

I knew that he hadn't gone back.

Claire, that's hardly the point now.

We have a situation here, Doctor.

The details of the accident.

He was k*lled in a bad neighborhood.

With a woman we do not know.

What was my daughter
doing with that, uh,

Mr. Robert Peyton?

I don't know.

I didn't even know she knew him.

She told me everything.
I knew all of her friends.

Even the ones she worked with.

My daughter and I were
very, very close.

The media will have a field day.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Well, I don't want the circumstances
of his death to be my son's legacy.

I have a court order
signed by Justice Burns

sealing Robert's autopsy report.

If you're looking for assurance
that my staff and I will comply...

Oh, I'm sure you will, Doctor.

But there is a matter
I would like your help with.

I would like you
to approach this girl's family

and ask them to sign
a confidentiality agreement.

I'm willing to offer incentive.

Why ask me?
Why not go to them yourself?

It's your dominion, Doctor.

I don't want to make matters any more
awkward than they are already are.

He had enough trouble in his life
when he was alive.

I'm just trying to protect
him now, if I can.

And trying to maintain some
kind of privacy for my family.

For his wife.
For his unborn child.

You know, I don't know if you have
any children, Doctor, but...

if you do, I doubt
that you would want

them to be defined by their mistakes.

This is very unorthodox, I realize.
But if you're in agreement,

Mr. Peyton would like to pay
for your daughter's funeral expenses.

I don't understand.

He wants to pay me not
to talk to the press?

Well, they feel they get a lot
of negative media coverage, so...

Dr. Macy, can I talk
to you in private?

Excuse us.

What?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to manage
this thing, Lily.

You know what the press is
gonna do with this story.

This woman's daughter was just k*lled
with a man she doesn't even know.

She'd like some answers.

They don't have any.

They don't know what
they were doing together.

And I think they deserve some privacy.

They offered her money, Garret.

And they didn't even have
the decency to do it themselves.

Even if she found out
how they knew each other,

it's not gonna bring
her daughter back, Lily.

That is not the point.

Dr. Macy.

What kind of place
are you running here?

I'm sorry?

Thinking my family's grief
could be fixed... with a bribe.

If the Peytons are willing
to pay me for my silence,

they must have something to hide.

You tell them for me
where they can stick their money.

Microscopic blood on the g*n.

Not Dawson's, not Kayla's.

Skin cells under his nails.

I'm trying to get a match.

Got a recent amylase
on his genitals.

Our guy had sexual contact not
too long before he was k*lled.

You better cross check...

Not the girl's.
Already checked.

But definitely female.

Though nothing at the scene
indicates she was there.

A girlfriend?
Maybe the kid knows.

Bingo.

Blood on the g*n
matches skin under the nails.

That's our k*ller.

Damn it.

What?

The kid identified
the sh**t as a white guy.

Getnetic markers read
African-American male.

She lied.

Why did you lie to us?

The guy who sh*t your dad,

he wasn't white.
He was black.

Hey!

I'm talking to you.

Why did you lie to us?

Because I wanted to, all right?

- Jordan, maybe you should...
- We're trying to protect you here.

- And you are doing a great job.
- Kayla.

Look,

we're not the enemy.
You can trust us.

Why should I?

What did the cops ever do
for us except hassle us?

Arrested my Dad. Put me in
foster care for six months.

And you expect me to trust you?

It wasn't the cops who brought
a m*rder*r into your house.

- It was your father.
- Shut up about my dad.

You don't know anything about him.

I know your father neglected you.
I know he was running g*ns!

- That much I do know.
- Jordan.

- No. We're trying to help you!
- Jodan!

Kayla, give us a minute.

What the hell are you doing?

Someone is trying to k*ll her.

She needs to understand
how serious this situation...

She's been traumatized.

Her father was just m*rder*d
right in front of her.

And I don't want her
ending up like her dad.

Look, Jordan, it's pretty
hard to look at that kid

and not be reminded of someone.

She isn't you.

Lu, with all due respect, oaky,
I'm not one of your patients.

And regardless of who
this girl reminds me of,

she doesn't seem to get
what's going on here.

I'm just trying to help her.

For the record,

this is Boston P.D.'s job,
not yours.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Hey. Just getting into trouble.

So, I've got a visitor
waiting at my desk.

You're not gonna
ask me who it is?

Fine. Who is it?

Eddie Dawson's girlfriend.

I just can't believe somebody
would want to k*ll him.

We're hoping that you would
know who that somebody was.

I don't...

I mean, Eddie wasn't exactly
citizen of the year or anything.

He hung out with
some pretty scary guys.

So you know about the g*ns.

We didn't talk details.

Listen, he wasn't a drug dealer
or a m*rder*r or anything.

He was basically a pretty good guy.

He didn't deserve this.

Hey, how's his kid doding?
She must be pretty shaken up.

You know her?
Yeah, we met a couple of times,

but he couldn't stop
talking about her.

They were pretty tight.

- Really?
- Yeah.

He was trying to stash
away some money,

thinking maybe she wanted to
go to college or something.

I don't know.

When was the last time
you saw him?

I don't know. Yesterday.

Which is it?
"I don't know" or "yesterday?"

Yesterday.

He stopped by
for an hour or so. We...

And... and then he left.

Can you think of anyone
he was involved with

who might've wanted to k*ll him?

Any names?

No.

But he told me a couple
of weeks ago

some thugs stopped by his store,
threatened him.

He was real freaked.

He took off the next day.

He was gone for a week.

When did he get back?

I think it was Friday.

Any idea where he went?

Like I said,
he wasn't a big sharer.

Hey, Lil. Lily,
look what's on the news.

As you all know my son struggled
throughout his life with addiction.

I thought they wanted
their privacy.

He was a weak and helpless
man in some ways.

But in the end,

it was these people,

the woman they found him with
was a drug addict,

a street person who took
advantage of his good nature.

Perhaps she lured him
into this bad neighborhood

with a tale of misfortune.

Unfortunately, we will never
know the truth about that.

What is he doing?

Looks like some kind of rash.

That's exactly what it is.

An allergic reaction.

I scraped skin cells
from Dawson's arm

and tested them against common allergens
found in food and vegetation.

Find anything?

Magnoliophyta Plantae.

Excuse me?

Better known as
the Iris giganticaerulea.

By who?

The Botanical Society of America.

He came into contact with them
within the last two weeks.

The botanists?

The plants.

They're indigenous to
hot, humid climates.

There's only one state with
any substantial growth of them,

assuming that he stayed
in the country.

Which state?

Louisiana.

The g*ns we found at Dawson's place
were made by a Baton Rouge manufacturer.

Makes sense. Dawson went
down there, did the buy.

No. The serial numbers
were from a shipment

that went missing six months ago.

Well, maybe he's a regular customer.

Louisiana isn't known
for its stiff g*n laws.

Okay. Six months ago,

Dawson makes a huge buy.

Sells off everythng but
the one case that we find.

Two weeks ago, a couple of thugs

pay him a visit, thr*aten him.

Pretty soon
he's down in Baton Rouge.

Comes back.
A week later he's k*lled.

Maybe he was selling
in somebody else's territory.

Or he went down to rip them off.

Either way,
something went real wrong.

We track his trip,
we get some answers.

Way to go, Bug.

That's right.

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Hi. I come in peace.

How'd you know we were here?

Woody.

Ice cream?

Do you mind if I talk
to her for a minute?

I promise, no fireworks this time.

Look, I'm sorry for what
I said about your dad.

Sometimes I tend to see things
as a little black and white.

And I had no right to judge
your father like that.

I found out that he's been
putting some money away for you.

College, I guess.

So I'm sorry if
I was out of line.

And... I was.

Hey, it's decent Chinese
if you want to stay, Jordan.

If you're hungry.

Linda Jones and Robert Peyton
never crossed paths.

They never went to school together,
never worked together.

Lived in different parts of town,
no friends in common.

Well, keep looking.

Mrs. Jones.

Did you see it?

I am so sorry.

He said my daughter
was a drug addict.

She's never touched
dr*gs in her life.

He made it sound like

she picked up their son off
the streets

like a prost*tute.

Why did he do that?

I don't know.

I think maybe they were afraid
that you were gonna speak first.

And say what?

What are they so afraid of?

Mrs. Jones.

How do you think
Linda knew Robert?

I don't know.

I thought I knew everything
about my little girl.

Maybe I didn't.

The one thing I do know...

is that my little girl
did not deserve this.

You know, you don't have to stick
around here if you don't want.

I've got it... covered.

No, no problem.

I got nowhere else to be, so...

Saturday night. I just figured
it might be your date night.

Yeah, well, like they say,
it takes two to tango.

What about you and that reporter?
Pollack?

Going, going, gone.

- Sorry.
- Oh, it's my fault.

I, uh,

got involved with an old friend.

It's kind of complicated.
I let things go too far.

Typical me.

Takes two.

Yeah. But I couldn't lie
like a normal person.

What's that?

Kayla!

Jeff!

He hit us from across the street.

It was an M with
a projected laser scope.

How the hell did
he know where we were?

This guy's not some
neightborhood goon.

- He's a professional.
- He wants this kid dead now.

- Hey.
- What?

You okay?

I'm a cop, Woody.

I know.
I'm just saying...

I was worried. You're there.
The kid's there. Jordan's there.

I'm fine.

We're all fine.

Whatcha got?

Crosschecked Dawson't aliases
with the Baton Rouge hotel registries

and got a hit.

Ten days ago he checked into
the Medici Baton Rouge

under Ted Lawson.

The Medici? That's a pretty
upscale hotel for Dawson.

And the manager sent me digitized
video of the hotel surveillance.

Look at this.

That's Dawson checking in.

That may be our sh**t.

Yeah, well, check this out.

Well, well, well.

What would Eddie Dawson be doing in
Baton Rogue with a federal agent?

Mrs. Peyton.

Um, I'd like to see my husband,
if I could.

Yes. Of course.
But you were just here...

With my father-in-law.

I'd like to see him alone.

Sure. I understand.

Mrs. Peyton.

Do you have any interest

in meeting with the family
of the girl your husband was with?

I don't see the point.

I was just thinking if
there was a need for closure...

Look.

When I married Robert,

I married the family, too.

The Peytons are very powerful.
They're very private people.

There's a lot of... unspoken rules.

A lot of questions that you just...

you don't ask.

Especially of the men
in the family.

I know.
It sound a little old-fashioned.

But I've made my peace with that.

I appreciate that marriages
are complicated, but...

aren't you at all curious about
what they were doing together?

Of course I am, but I can't...

I can't ask that question.

Robert is your next of kin.

These decisions are yours,
not your father-in-law's.

The girl's mother would very much
like to know what happened.

I can't ask.

But you can.

Mrs. Peyton, I know that
none of this is my place, but...

that's something
that you should do.

You're right.

It isn't your place.

They're not gonna let him
get anywhere near you again.

I swear.

Yeah? Then what?

You're a tough kid, Kayla.
You can handle it.

How do you know?

Because I've been there.

I lost my mom when I was .

Somebody k*lled her.

Who?

Don't know.

Never found him.

But not a day goes by
I don't think about it.

Look, you've gotta
decide right now.

Whatever they throw at you,

you're not gonna
let them b*at you.

You can get through it.

And I'm gonna help you.
I promise.

Lily!

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

Um, meaning what?

I just got a call
from Joseph Peyton.

Did you try to get Claire Peyton
to approach Linda Jones' mother?

- It's a funny story.
- Wrong. It's not funny at all.

Look,

as far as I can tell,

the only one who is
not interested in finding out

what they were doing together
is Mr. Peyton.

If he would let Claire
release Robert's autopsy report,

it may answer...

Mrs. Jones will get her daughter's
autopsy report and that's it.

Their loved ones d*ed together.

It's my job to help them grieve.

And Mrs. Jones needs
answers to do that.

Okay, it's my job to keep
this place afloat.

They're got a court order.

We violate it, we'e looking
at a lawsuit, investigations,

and the unemployment line
for both of us.

Have I made myself clear?

Yeah.

You found something?

Robert Peyton's chromosomes.

Oh, they missing?

No, look at them.

- Yeah?
- Upper arm of chromosome .

Where's that?

Out of amino acids,
there's one that substitutes it.

What does that mean?

It means Robert Peyton was
a carrier of Sickle Cell Anemia.

Doesn't that primarily
affect African-Americans?

Which led me to
an evaluation of his DNA,

which led me to the discovery
that in Robert Peyton's family tree

there are African-American ancestors.

Bug pulled a profile on the fed.

An Agent Winter.

For all we know, he's dirty.

That's a sh*t in the dark.

Could've been in business with Dawson.

You never know.
I'm not saying it didn't happen.

Let's just concentrate
on what we know.

Hey, what's going on?

Dawson was in Louisiana last week.

- What's in Louisiana?
- We're gonna find out.

Kayla.

Does this guy look familiar?

No.

Who is it?

He's a fed.

Kayla, you sure?

I'm sure.

So he's been tracking Dawson?

He's been with him.

Do you guys have one of those guys
that draw pictures of suspects?

I could help him draw
a picture of the guy I saw.

After that, if it's okay,
I'd like to see my dad.

This better be good.
I was on my way home.

It is.

What the hell
is that supposed to be?

Peyton family tree.

Nigel's traced their family
lineage back almost years.

That's good use of morgue time.

It turns out they were
only in Boston for the last .

Before that, they were Southerners.

- sl*ve owners.
- So?

So according to family records,

a child was born to plantation
owner Reginald Peyton

in the spring of .

But there's no record
of his wife ever giving birth.

But there's rumor of an adopted baby
raised by the family.

And how do you know that?

Historical documents.

Local correspondence.

It's all online these days.

It's fabulous gossip, family feuds...

Is there a point to all this?

I ran Linda Jones' DNA
against Robert Peyton's.

And...

they're related.

What?

Calire told me that she and Robert
did genetic testing for the baby.

He must've figured it out

when his tests showed that he was
a carrier for Sickle Cell.

Wouldn't Claire know?

Not necessarilty.

Maybe she didn't see the results.

He must've traced his anscestry back
and contacted Linda

without letting Claire know.

So, will you tell the Peytons?

No.

I need to be able to
tell Mrs. Jones the truth.

What do you want me to do, Lily?

Convince the Peytons to release
Robert's autopsy results.

I... I can't tell Mrs. Jones
without their permission.

You have to admit that
she's got a right to know.

I have to?

Well, you don't have to,
but it would help.

You don't have to...

Can I see him alone?

I'll wait outside.

Dawson turned up dead last night.

I heard.

You had him down south.
What was that all about?

Well, I've been working
the interstate angle

for almost two years now.

Dawson was just a minor player.

He was in way over his head.

So his m*rder's
not that big a deal.

Let's just say I've got
bigger fish to fry.

Like what?

Okay, so this is
how it's gonna go.

Every agency out for itself.

That worked out real well
for you on / .

Look, I'm sure you know
he's got a daughter.

years old.
She saw the whole thing.

Whoever we're dealing with,

they're already tried
to hit her twice.

We could really use the help.

I get it.

Good cop, bad cop.

Here's the thing.

We've got a m*rder to solve.

You want us to start
asking questions,

setting off alarms,

that's fine with us.

These guys, the ones
you're looking at...

they get the heads up, all your
hard work goes down the drain.

Not to mention how
your boss is gonna react.

Be our pleasure.

I've been looking at his boss.

Johnny Major.

The mob guy in Jersey.

I've been trying to get
Dawson to turn state's.

Maybe Major heard
about the heat,

got nervous, and offed him.

Who's his local guy in Boston?

Three, four you could look at.

- Hey.
- Hi.

What are you doing here so late?

The Peyton thing. You?

Kayla wanted to see her dad.

How's she doing?

Well, you tell me.

Come on.

She might've gone
to look for you.

God, what if he's got her?

You don't know that yet.

Two of the suspects the feds
gave you are African-American.

Kayla gave us a pretty good sketch.
See if you can get a match.

Okay. Thanks.

APB's still out. No sign of
the Caddy since this morning.

At least he doesn't have her.

Yet.

Bingo.

Don Travis.

Pretty long rap sheet.

- We've got an adress.
- Let's go.

I'll call you.

Not that it's any of your business,
but I'm aware of our family lineage.

I'm sorry. Um...

These people are our relatives?

Yes, they are.

You're treading on
very dangerous ground.

These people have no right
to our family legacy.

It's not , Mr. Peyton.

What are you trying to protect?

We have history and a lineage
that we're proud of.

And I will allow
no one to exploit it.

No one's exploiting you.

Your son wanted to have
a relationship with his family.

My son had some
very strange ideas.

What's strange is the lengths
that you've gone to.

Court orders, bribery.

You implied that Linda Jones
was a prost*tute!

Your great, great grandfather
brought his mixed race son

into his home and raised him,

but you're too ashamed of your
heritage to even acknowledge it?

A heritage that your son
embraced, by the way.

That his child will share.

You will abide by the court order
or suffer the legal consequences.

We'll kick it in.
Flush him out.
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Upper and lower units secure.

I got two uniforms in the front,
four in the alley.

- What if he goes up?
- Nobody goes up.

- Some people go up.
- It's a dead end.

- Nobody said this guy was a genius.
- I got it covered.

What the hell is eating you?

Nothing. Let's go.

All right. On three.

One, two...

Police! Police!

We've gotta find her
before he does.

If you were her,
where would you go?

Kayla.

Kayla?

Kayla?

Kayla?

Kayla, come on.
I know you're in here.

Okay, just answer me.

Kayla?

Where is she?

I don't know.

Why would I come up here
looking for her

if I knew where she was?

Guess you thought
she'd come back.

We'll wait.

Kayla, get out!

I'm gonna k*ll him.

Come on, Kayla.
Give me the g*n.

He k*lled my dad.

And he's gonna pay for it, okay?
He's going to prison.

Yeah? For how long?

He'll serve a couple years
and then get out.

I won't let that happen, okay?
He's not gonna walk.

Nobody cares about
a guy like my dad.

I care about you.

Kayla, you and me, we know
the truth about your dad.

Okay, he may have loused up
a lot of things in his life,

but one thing he didn't was you.

He didn't want this for you.
He wanted you to have a future.

This is one of those times

where you're gotta decide
whatever they throw at you,

you can handle it.

Okay, give me the g*n.

It's okay.

That's not good enough, Dr. Macy.

Legally, we can't tell you
what we know about

your daughter's connection
to Robert Peyton.

I have the right to know the truth.

There was nothing sordid or
ugly about their relationship.

I'm sure that Linda was
gonna tell you about it.

What does that mean?

Mrs. Peyton.

Uh,

this is Mrs. Jones.

This is Robert Peyton's wife.

It's very nice to meet you,
Mrs. Jones.

Did you know what my daughter
and your husband were doing together?

I do.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um...

I guess I'll get this over with
and just apologize.

What makes you think that
you have to apologize?

I'm the guy.
You're the girl.

It's a given.

This thing with Jordan.

Are you over it?

She told you about that?

I figured it out.

We have a history.

But do you really
want to be someone who...

gets over things
like that so easily?

I want to be with somebody
who wants to be with me.

I'm here now.

I'm with you.

Triceratops are plant eaters.

They roamed the plains in herds,

grazing on ferns and
small leaf-like palmettos...

So are you gonna call
Social Services?

Uh...

It's late. Why don't you
just crash here tonight?

Okay. Blankets.

A pillow.

The sofa's okay.

You just have to watch out
for the lump.

I should have an extra toothbrush
in the bathroom somewhere.

I'm fine.

- Well, there's food in the fridge...
- I'm fine.

They'll think I ran away.

The people at Social Services.

Get some sleep.
We'll worry about it tomorrow.