Murder in the First (2014) s01e09 Episode Script

Good evening.
We're coming to you live tonight in what is perhaps the most highly anticipated interview of the year.
For the first time since his stunning arrest and subsequent acquittal, Erich Maxwell Blunt speaks about his ordeal, his past, and his future.
Mr.
Blunt, welcome.
Thank you for having me, Larry.
And, please, call me Erich.
This makes me want to puke.
It was just three days ago, Erich, when you were acquitted on all charges related to the murder of Cindy Strauss.
I thought we were here to talk about - Applsn's launch of Holotech, Larry.
- Shit.
I'm I'm late.
I'm sorry, guys.
I I got to meet Hannah for drinks.
It's going to change the world.
Eh, we got plenty of time to discuss that new product launch.
But first let's talk about what's on everybody's mind.
Tell us about this ordeal.
What's it been like to be in your shoes these last few months? It's been a trying time, to say the least.
But even in the darkest moments, I never lost faith in the process.
We're lucky that we live in a country where the rule of law prevails, where we're judged not by the prosecutor or the district attorney but by a jury of our peers regular, honest citizens.
- What were his exact words to Terry and Hildy? - And I had the best team in the world representing me led by Warren Daniels.
- "You were right.
I killed that dumb bitch.
" - So, in my heart of hearts - I'm gonna go home now.
- I never doubted that we would prevail.
I'm gonna get drunk.
I'm gonna poke my wife.
- How has it changed you, Erich? - Cheers.
It's shown me who my true friends are, as well as my enemies.
It's taught me the value of honesty.
But I think, more than anything, that the trial has made me grateful for all the gifts that I have in life.
I'd like to thank all my fans from the bottom of my heart.
Their support has meant the world to me.
I'm fortunate to have some of the best engineers and professionals in the world working for me at Applsn.
But I can assure you, Larry, that even during the longest days of the trial, I never took my hands off the wheel of the ship.
You ran things at Applsn even during the trial? Absolutely.
I'm the founder of the company.
And I believe strongly that I'm the only person who can truly lead Applsn.
Tell us about your relationship with Cindy Strauss.
Cindy meant the world to me.
Her death will be a tragedy that lives with me forever.
Are you angry at the prosecution, the detectives? I'm disappointed, absolutely.
It's clear they hijacked the justice system for their own political gain.
Our city deserves better.
What's your opinion of the D.
A.
Perez, the driving force behind this whole prosecution? Well, from the moment that I was arrested, Jackie Perez made it clear to all those around her she intended to ride this trial all the way to the governor's mansion.
I need a drink.
Let's go.
I'm supposed to meet my husband.
Now, in a strange coincidence, your biological father was murdered only days before your girlfriend.
Wh-what was that like? Devastating.
Surreal.
Your father abandoned you when you were just two years old.
Is that correct? I was too young to even know what had happened, Larry.
And anyways, for as long as I can remember, I've always been alone.
What happened to your mother? She died of an overdose a few days after I was abandoned.
Have any memories of her? Sometimes I think I can remember her touch, her smile, the way she'd hold me tight as a child and make me feel safe.
But then I don't know if those are real memories or some kind of psychological trickery I've conjured up over the years to help me feel like I'm less alone.
Your mother's death has affected you greatly.
I wish I had the chance to know her, to thank her.
She was only 18 when I was born, and she went through a lot just to give birth.
I wish I could share my success with her.
I think she'd be proud.
Oh, she'd be so proud.
Shut up.
Do you blame your father for your mother's death? I don't know enough to blame anyone, Larry.
But I know she died from drugs that she got from him.
And I know that he was the one who abandoned me.
All right.
That little prick killed Kevin Neyers.
We got to let it go.
We can't double down on a mistake.
A mistake? What mistake? We were right.
We lost.
We lost the Strauss case, but we can get him on Neyers.
Chris Walton confessed to that murder.
No, but he's innocent.
And and we're responsible.
Terry, you're never gonna get that genie back in the bottle.
Yeah, but I can try.
All right, fine.
If Carter finds you sniffing around Blunt, though, he's gonna lose his shit.
It will be on me.
All right.
So, what if Walton didn't do it? Where are you gonna start? - D-Hop and Franklin.
- D-Hop? Well, you know I obviously can't get involved in that again.
Not after the shooting.
- Management Control would crucify me.
- I know.
I know.
I'll handle it, and I will keep you informed.
All right.
Well, don't rush into anything, okay? - Sleep on it? - Yeah.
Deal.
Don't stay here too late.
Peace.
This trial has been one long exercise in self-flagellation.
It's over.
All we can do is lick our wounds and move on.
Yeah? Well, start licking.
Oh, my God.
- You're full of crap.
- You think I'm full of crap? - Yeah.
- I'll bust your ass.
Watch me.
- Watch me.
Watch me, kid.
- Cool it.
- Cool it.
- I know where you Hey, hey, hey.
Cool out.
Cool out, yo.
Your mother told me I might find you around here.
How come y'all ain't at school? - It hasn't started yet.
- All right.
Good.
'Cause I got to ask you a couple more questions about that dude with the, uh, with the bird tattoo.
Remember him? Yeah.
'Course we do.
Dude who went to prison.
- Yeah, thanks to you two.
- We did good, huh? Just so you know, it's never good when an innocent man goes to prison.
Now, you lied about who you said you saw in that building that night, didn't you? - We see him in that building all the time.
- His name is Chris Walton.
But you didn't see him that night in that building at that killing, did you? We didn't realize he was gonna go to prison.
Shut up, D-Hop! No, you shut up, Franklin.
I'm tired of lying for you.
Just grow up.
So, then you didn't see Chris Walton, the dude with the bird tattoo, in that building that night? - No.
- You're gonna get us killed, you know? Ain't nobody getting killed.
You don't have to worry about that.
I'm gonna protect you.
I just need y'all to tell the truth.
All right? You have my word.
What happened? He put his gun on our heads, man.
First mine and then and then his.
He cocked the trigger like he was gonna kill us.
He took us in to see that dead man on his bed.
He told us if we said anything to anyone, he'd do the same thing to us.
He made us watch the blood run out of his head down the wall.
That's, uh that's messed up.
Yeah.
That's that's why we lied.
What'd he look like? What kind of clothes was he wearing? It was dark.
He looked kind of old.
O-older than me? Um I don't know.
All right.
You guys did good.
We can't rely on these kids, Terry.
How many different stories have they told us now? I believe them.
I mean, they were they were terrified.
Look.
Mark my words, Blunt is behind this.
Whoever those kids saw, Blunt hired to kill Neyers.
Why? Why would Blunt want Neyers killed? He barely knew the guy.
I think Neyers must have had something big on Blunt, something that could not get out.
I think the only thing Neyers knew anything about was drugs.
Exactly.
I mean, who better to cop from than someone completely disconnected from your day-to-day life? But see then, Neyers flips, blackmails Blunt.
Threatens to go public right before Blunt's IPO.
The whole thing could have gone off the rails.
Blunt holds Neyers responsible for the death of his mother, so there's motive right there.
Well it's a theory.
You got something better? All right.
Let's say these kids all of a sudden are telling the truth.
Who's the old guy who did the killing? Oh, when you're 12, everybody's old.
Okay.
Well, we confirmed that Hertzberg and Wilkerson and Blunt were all in L.
A.
the night of the murder.
So Whoever did this was experienced.
They had skill.
You know, at Cindy's crime scene, the evidence was all over the place.
But at Neyers', it was clean.
It was like this cat knew exactly what he was doing.
Whoever did this knew what we look for.
What, Salter? The two of you have lost your minds.
All right.
Just verify your alibi then.
Eight months ago at 2:00 in the morning? - Come on.
You know how this works.
- Yeah, I know how it works.
Am I being detained? The witnesses who fingered Walton came clean, all right? They admitted to lying.
Then why did Walton take the deal? He didn't have a choice.
You do.
If my mother wasn't in her death bed down that hall, I'd kick your ass, Terry.
Just tell us where you were.
We'll get our of your hair.
Okay? This is not an investigation.
It's a vendetta.
You think? Well, it's funny because when, uh, the verdict came down, Erich Blunt cornered us on the way out and he told us we were right.
He told us he murdered her.
Bullshit.
His exact words were, "You were right.
I killed that dumb bitch.
" So you might want to get in front of this thing, Captain Salter.
'Cause when we nail him, he's gonna throw your ass under the bus.
I'll give you one question.
Make it good.
Did you kill Kevin Neyers? No.
Did you help Erich Blunt find somebody who could? No.
Now we're done.
We're talking about two who change their story more than they change their clothes.
Now, I don't care what those kids said.
The Neyers case is history.
Understood? So we're just supposed to let Blunt walk? - Even after what he told us? - Yes.
That's exactly what we're gonna do.
Trust me, Terry.
I don't like this any more than you do.
But it's time for this whole building to move on from Erich Blunt.
Because if we don't, we'll all be working Security on the tourist ferry to Alcatraz.
So this isn't coming from you, right? It's coming from above you? How the hell do you think I heard about your little stunt last night? Huh? Jimmy Salter told David Hertzberg who went straight to the Mayor who was so pissed off he threatened to fire the Chief if he didn't get the two of you under control.
You're not on thin ice here, you're through it, treading water you especially.
This is your last lifeline.
If you don't grab it, this town is gonna want you drowned.
I know.
You don't have to say it.
Koto's right.
I should, uh, just let this go, get over it.
No, that's not what I was gonna say.
But if that's how you feel I feel like a chump, Hildy.
I feel like a sucker for caring.
Well, you're tired, you know? We're all completely strung out from that trial.
I think we just need to give it a few days.
Everything's gonna get back to normal.
Normal means we're letting this killer walk.
Well, I don't know what else we can do at this point, you know? We talked to Salter.
We've run out of names.
What if it wasn't just a gun for hire? What if what if the killer had his own motives? Okay.
But who else other than Blunt would hate Neyers enough to want to see him dead? Inspector English.
How are you doing, Mrs.
Harbach? Is your husband home? Oh, uh, mind the cord.
- Thank you.
- Honey? - Yeah? - It's Inspector English.
How you doing, Mr.
Harbach? Doc says being out in the fresh air is good for me.
I quit that chemo, I don't know, a few months ago.
Now it's just a matter of time.
- I'm sorry, sir.
- Don't be.
I'm ready.
I'm just worried about Betty here.
Oh, don't worry about me, James.
We're gonna be just fine.
She's in denial.
And I don't blame her.
You ever watched somebody die of cancer? Actually, I have, sir.
My my wife.
Oh.
Well, then you know what it's like.
Sometimes I think it's harder on the spouse than it is on the patient.
You know, I figured that I was gonna see you again.
But I thought it would be before the trial, not after.
I got to admit that, uh I'm glad you lost.
We love our grandson.
Other than my sister, he's the only kin we have left.
I understand.
I'm not here to talk about that case, though.
Actually, I'm here to tie up a few loose ends concerning the homicide of Kevin Neyers.
When Erich Blunt would visit, would you ever talk about Kevin Neyers? Uh, his name was mentioned, but we didn't talk about him much.
Erich wanted to know about his mother, what she was like when she was a little girl, young woman, before she fell down the rabbit hole.
Do you remember where you two were the night Kevin Neyers was killed? Goodness.
When was that, again? We were right here.
Eight months ago.
You sure about that? Look at me.
What are you getting at, anyway? Do you own a gun, Mr.
Harbach? No, I don't.
Should I? When was the last time you saw Kevin Neyers? I don't remember.
We haven't seen him since Sarah's funeral - over 20 years ago.
- Is that right? If she says so.
After you met your grandson, did he ever give you anything? Like what? Like money or or a gun? Why don't you get off my property, you asshole? James! No, go on.
Out.
And don't come back until you got a warrant, huh? What's gotten into you? Show the man a little respect.
Respect? He's accusing me of being a murderer.
Well, you said yourself you wouldn't mind seeing him dead.
And he is dead, and I don't mind.
But I didn't kill him.
I may not be the best man in the world, but I'm not a murderer.
To do something like that, to stoop that low that'd make me as bad as Neyers, and I couldn't live with myself.
Now you get off of my property before I lose my temper.
Yes, sir.
H-he's on a lot of medication.
No need to apologize.
Thank you for your time.
- Mr.
Harbach? - What? Okay.
I'll see myself out.
I need a warrant.
Well, we're not gonna get a warrant.
Apparently not.
Thanks.
It's just seeing him there sick like that, hooked up to the oxygen, dying it really messed with my head.
Well, I think that's completely natural.
I still think about her every day.
Yeah, this is English.
No problem.
She's right here.
Okay.
Pacific Heights.
Copy that.
We'll be right there.
Louise.
Hey, sweetie.
I need you to get up, okay? We got to go.
- I got to go to work.
- Really? I'm sorry.
I'm gonna grab your toothbrush and stick it in your overnight bag, okay? These murders have got to stop.
I know.
Come here.
Mm.
Hey.
How come y'all aren't inside? Because this isn't our murder.
Hi.
Hey.
So, I'll take Louise over to Mike's.
How are you, sweetheart? - I've been better.
- Yeah.
Hey, all right.
So, daddy's waiting for you.
He's got your bed all made up, okay? - Okay.
- All right.
Try to get some sleep.
You're the best daughter in the world.
- I love you, Mom.
- I love you, too.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
All right, Molky.
I owe you one.
- Thank you so much.
- Get her home safe.
- No sweat.
See you.
- Bye, guys.
- Bye.
- Bye, little one.
All right.
What are you talking about, it's not your murder? I thought you guys were next up in line.
We were.
But Koto passed over us.
He wants you guys on this one.
- Why? - Why do you think? Alieda Ingalls, heir to the Packard Cookie Fortune.
She and her husband were active philanthropists and apparently world-class drug addicts.
They were arrested in South London on possession charges six months ago.
According to her housekeeper, they'd disappear for months on benders.
Anyway, you'll want to talk to the husband first.
- Where is he? - AWOL.
No one's seen him in over a week.
I figured you two could use a new case to dig into while you detox from all things Erich Blunt.
Her body's in there.
I'll be back in a few hours before you wrap up.
Have fun.
Thanks.
How long's she been in there? Couple of days, maybe a week.
She's got a couple of injuries that look foreign but she's been underwater a while.
Makes it kind of tricky.
Plenty of time for her lungs to fill up.
So, even if she didn't drown, it's gonna look like she drowned.
Most likely.
We'll see.
Okay.
What's the latest? Narcotics everywhere, cash stored in the walls.
Enough food for a nuclear winter.
- Where are English and Mulligan? - Bedroom.
So, what do you think? I think we need to find this woman's husband.
Where's your partner? Oh, he's out looking for the victim's other family.
He's working the case, though.
He's not out chasing Blunt.
The Chief is all over my ass, Hildy.
The Chief or the D.
A.
? Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean? - Nothing.
Forget it.
- No, no.
Hildy, tell me.
I want to know exactly what you're thinking.
Can I speak freely, Lieutenant? You don't need my permission.
I just feel like lately it's hard to tell where your loyalties lie.
Are you a politician now or are you still a cop? You visit more than my lady.
Well, then you need a new lady.
Pickings are kind of slim around here.
So, what's on the agenda today? Well, I was hoping you could, uh, help me connect the dots on on your relationship with Kevin Neyers.
Like what? Like when was the last time you saw him? I guess it was earlier that day before he was killed.
It was quick.
We didn't talk.
I just dropped off a package for him.
Was that the fentanyl? I'm not gonna be facing any charges for this shit, am I? No, man.
I'm the one who's trying to get you out of here.
Don't mess with me man.
I-I don't need false hope.
I got you.
Just, uh, tell me about the fentanyl.
Like, how much would he order? Was it his drug of choice? No.
No, Neyers was an old-school junkie hooked on Mexican Black Tar.
Then why do you think he wanted the fentanyl? Maybe he had cancer.
Or maybe he was ordering for somebody else.
More likely so given he had the funds to pay for it.
Neyers never had any money.
I mean, medical-grade opiates aren't cheap.
Anyway, I had to pay off a doc at the V.
A.
He wanted his money up front.
And Neyers had it? Surprisingly so.
You never asked him where he got it? Green's green, you know what I mean? Yeah.
Let me ask you one more thing.
This cat look familiar to you? No.
Although it sure looks like he could use some fentanyl.
D-Hop! Man! Relax.
Come here.
I got to show you something, okay? Take a look at this pic.
You ever seen this guy before? Come on.
You can tell me.
N-no.
Look.
You know I got your back, right? You know I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you.
You can trust me.
Can you just look at the phone one more time? Just tell me.
Have you ever seen this guy? That's him.
He held a gun to my head.
That's him.
Okay.
So, she didn't drown.
She overdosed.
She just happened to die in the tub, but death resulted from respiratory depression and subsequent cardiopulmonary arrest consistent with intravenous heroin abuse.
You add that to the tox report and standard stigmata recent puncture wounds, adenopathy, paraphernalia at the scene - all consistent with an accidental O.
D.
- Hmm.
But the cause for concern is this constellation of puncture wounds, uh, in between her shoulder blades.
Now, they're consistent with the needle tracks on her arms.
They're the same size, same shape, same tissue damage, but But she couldn't have reached around and injected herself in that spot.
Right.
Yeah, that's very unlikely.
Especially given the lack of skin damage that you'd associate with, uh, you know, wayward stabs.
Mm-hmm.
So maybe that's the place where her husband injected her.
Well, if you find him, that would be the question I'd ask.
Let me see.
Where the hell are Molk and Navarro? Out enjoying their free time.
Well, I got to say, now you've got me thinking about nothing but James Harbach.
Well, that's why Koto gave us this case to distract us.
Well, it's not working.
- Talk to me.
- All right.
So, Harbach befriends Kevin Neyers, says he forgives him for everything that happened - with his daughter.
- All right.
Says he's sick, has cancer, he needs help.
Neyers says, "Fine.
Bring the money up front.
" - And then he calls him the day of delivery.
- Right.
Harbach drives into the city to pick up the package.
- Mm-hmm.
- Neyers lets him in.
Harbach steps in, looks him dead in the face And shoots him.
- Boom.
- Yep.
The only thing is we're basing all this on the testimony of D-Hop and Walton.
Well, we got to follow the money, right? Follow the money.
- Hey, Boss.
- Hey, man.
Just, uh, we're making good progress here, actually.
- Everything's going good.
- Headway here.
Uh, let me see.
Neighbors two houses down think they say Mr.
Ingalls stumbling down the street about two weeks ago.
At the moment, that's our last known contact.
We canvassed the family and the friends and, you know, turns out everybody's sort of written these two off as hopeless addicts.
They would go on, you know, benders for weeks at a time.
Yeah.
Family's tried half a dozen interventions but, you know, when you're an addict with money, the only way you can be stopped is death or prison.
Right.
Which is exactly why this guy's gonna turn up.
I mean, rich guys don't really last long on the lam, you know? He's eventually gonna use the credit card and Yeah.
Unless he migrates to Bitcoin.
- What? - It could happen.
It's possible.
You didn't come here to talk about the the Ingalls case, did you? When was the last time you guys spoke to Erich Blunt's grandfather, James Harbach? Why? Because he just killed himself, bullet to the head.
We found this in his pocket.
We ran the name that he mentioned and found that the case belonged to you guys.
Anyway, I figured you'd want to see the body before we carted him off.
Thank you.
.
357, antique.
We'll let you handle the ballistics.
All right.
Thanks.
You book it.
We'll pick it up later.
- You got it.
- Cool.
What's the note say? It says he, uh, swears he acted alone.
Well, isn't that a prerequisite for suicide? He's not talking about the suicide.
He's talking about killing Kevin Neyers.
I-I-it's his handwriting.
Okay.
Did he say anything to you about any of this? No.
Did you know he had a firearm? No.
What about this morning? Was he acting differently at all? He said he hadn't felt so good in months.
He said he wanted to get some fresh air.
I should have been with him.
I could have stopped him.
Is there anyone we can call to come and be with you today? Like who? Friends or family? Our friends are all dead.
And the only family I have left is my sister.
Well, you should call her.
We'll stay with you until she gets here.
You'll be a while.
She lives in Omaha.
You sure there's no other family we can call? Uh The only other family I have left is Erich Blunt.
I understand.
Don't be shy.
Just slide it in there, nice and easy.
Erich? Sorry, we have a situation.
Who the hell let you in, Leonard? I did.
I just stopped by to say hello.
And goodbye.
Sorry.
What? What is this? I ran Applsn during the trial, Erich, and I did it well.
And it made me realize that I'm ready to lead.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry, Ivana, but this is my company.
I'm the leader.
Oh, as you should be.
But it's time for me to move on.
We're starting a new company, Erich.
Ivana is C.
E.
O.
Oh, no, you're not, you backstabbing bitch.
I'll blackball you with every VC in town.
It's too late.
We just closed a $20 million seed round led by SF Angels.
I'm actually surprised you haven't heard about it.
I mean, it's all over the blogs.
You son of a bitch! - What are you gonna do? What are you - Erich! Erich, we could have just left and notified you in writing, but I figured after all we'd been through together, I owed you the respect of telling you face to face.
After you told the blogs? Yeah, that's really respectful.
Oh.
I'm gonna destroy you.
Relax, tough guy.
You can handle a little friendly competition, can't you? David, get Salter.
I want him to confiscate their computers, their phones, everything.
Don't let them leave here with one piece of intellectual property.
If you even think about stealing my code That's your move, Erich.
Not ours.
We already have our own code right here.
It's just business, Erich.
No hard feelings.
Get out of my face, you worthless whore.
Ooh, classy.
Take care of yourself, Erich.
I'm sure I'll see you around.
Who's irrelevant now? File a lawsuit now.
On what grounds? Figure it out! Oh, sh my phone.
I left it at the office.
- You all right? - Yeah.
Why is the gate open? Oh.
I think Edgar was fixing it.
The lock was broken.
What the hell, man? I need to talk to you.
You're trespassing.
Get off my property.
James Harbach is dead.
Shot himself in the head.
What? And he left a suicide note saying he killed Kevin Neyers.
Don't pretend like you don't know.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You had your grandfather kill your father.
I know.
Haven't put all the pieces together yet, and I will.
But when I do I'm gonna get you.
You okay? Yeah.
Why? What'd you do last night? Uh, nothing.
- Nothing? - Nothing.
Oh.
Could you read through this write-up from yesterday, please? Sure.
Inspector English.
Uh, Mr.
Daniels, what can I do for you? My client wishes to turn himself in.
Really? May I present Adrian Ingalls, the widower of Alieda Ingalls? The moment I heard, I raced back to town.
- How do you do? - Good.
Thank you.
I'm terribly sorry for any difficulty you faced in finding me.
Sure, sure.
Um, why don't we go somewhere where we can speak privately? That won't be necessary.
This will only take a minute.
Have you determined a window for his wife's time of death? We have.
And are you at liberty to share it? We're not.
I see.
It's my understanding that Mrs.
Ingalls was last seen alive on the 7th.
Is that correct? No disrespect, Mr.
Daniels, but normally, we ask the questions.
Well, just think of this as a refreshing change of pace.
At this juncture, we're simply here to confirm Mr.
Ingalls' alibi.
You found his wife's body on the 17th, and you just confirmed that she was still alive on the 7th.
I have here documentation that shows Mr.
Ingalls checking himself into the Summit Haven Rehabilitation Facility in Moab, Utah, on the 1st and that he was under 24-hour in-patient surveillance from the 1st until late last evening when I personally picked him up to accompany him here.
- Hmm.
- I believe that should cover the T.
O.
D.
window from the 7th to the 17th.
Now, would you like to detain the man or is he free to go? We will need to ask you some questions about your wife.
Which he would be more than happy to answer.
But unfortunately, this isn't a good time.
Yeah, I-I have an appointment scheduled with a counselor.
The, uh, outpatient program I checked into.
Uh, now that I'm back and sober, it's really critical I get a strong support structure in place.
All right.
You're free to go.
But we're gonna need to speak with you soon, okay? Yeah, absolutely.
I'll back later this afternoon to reschedule.
Do that.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Oh, uh, yeah.
Thank you.
- Good day, Inspectors.
- Good day.
What the hell was that about? English, Mulligan.
The ballistics on Harbach's gun came back.
It's a match.
It's the same gun used to kill Kevin Neyers.
You guys were right.
Chris Walton's innocent.
Siletti's fast-tracking his release with Judge Powell as we speak.
You guys got lucky on this one.
Here's the thing.
Uh, we think Blunt paid Harbach to kill Neyers.
Shakespearean.
I like your imagination, Hildy.
Oh, give her some credit, Lieutenant, all right? Just yesterday, y-you were still convinced that Walton was guilty.
Okay, look.
Do you have a single shred of evidence linking Blunt to the murder? We're working on it.
But I think we deserve a shot to run with this thing.
This isn't a democracy, Terry.
I'm giving you guys an order.
Take your victory with Walton and move on.
Walton, Chris, CDC I.
D.
1-1-2-2-1-4.
Date of birth? January 30, 1976.
Congratulations.
You're free to go.
Thought you might need a ride.
Thank you.
Get in.