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You don't have to share anymore.

- We'll take you off the network.

- OK.

Because I guess there were

some complaints about people

printing out their sales reports

and finding some really...

graphic crime scene

photos from, uh...

your computer.

I noticed you put in a transfer

order for the Lasser Glass.

- Yeah, as a repair.

- Oh.

I thought Warren said no repairs.

He changed his mind.

Got to be honest, I'm really

just waiting for an explanation

for the corpse print-outs.

I know things have

been strange at times.

And you know I'm dealing

with some dark stuff,

some parental stuff, with Tim out.

I'll never expect you to

understand that part of my life.

Just bear with me a

day or two more.

Things will get back to normal.

I promise.

I don't usually get transfer orders

to third-party repair houses.

Oh, yeah, the buyer wants his guy

to look at it before it ships.

- But we both know you'd do it better.

- No argument there.

I'll take it there myself. Babysit

it every step of the way.

Better get some furni pads

if we're going to move her.

Hello again.

You must be hungry.

I hope this still hurts.

You're all set.

You all right?

I'm great.

The guys will wrap her

up for you in a bit.

Thank you, Warren.

I'll see you at home.

My car is by the loading dock.

- Hello.

- Hey.

- Got a phone.

- Cool.

You just need to sign the order.

I don't feel good about the

way we left it last night.

Can we meet up somewhere and talk?

Of course. Can you

come by the house?

Sure. What's your address?

No. The house.

Yes, I have it in front of me.

I don't know, probably half

an hour. Does that work?

OK.

Speak then.

Oh, crap.

I'm gonna get you, you little brat!

The answer is still no.

Oh, my God, Ally has one

and Maddie has one.

I'm the only kid in my

class without a phone.

That is terrible.

Thanks for nothing, Marie.

Oh!

I'm going to run out and get one

for you right now, daughter,

love of my life, fruit of my loins.

Well, I wish I'd been a pineapple.

Hey kids, do me a favor and don't ever

chew your nails like your father.

- It's gross.

- Hey, Dad?

OK... He's Dad. I'm Marie.

Who was that lady in

your office today?

Yeah, Dad, who was that

lady in your office today?

What lady?

I don't know. Just some lady.

I don't know.

It looks so small.

- Go on, Dog.

- You named your dog, Dog?

No. He doesn't have a name.

Are you OK?

Oh, of course.

You haven't been here since...

Why don't you look around?

The house just sat on the market

while I was in the foster system.

Released to me when I turned 18.

I was the only homeowner in the

freshman dorms when I started school.

I'm thinking we should

try and sell it, though.

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