The Drowning Page #3

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You're looking more distracted

and morose than usual.

What's that about?

You remember Danny Miller?

I just got a chill.

I ran into him.

He's out under another name.

And not a patient of yours, is he?

No.

Well, good.

Then stop working on what you're

working on and write that.

You could sell that in a second.

There is nothing creepier

than the truth, right?

Joke.

For God's sake, it was a joke.

Just don't talk to him

in any circumstances.

That was a long time ago.

Let that be a long time ago.

Yeah, he's implying it was

my testimony that convicted him.

Well, that's a little overstated,

don't you think?

I mean, come on.

I know he was no angel.

But still, it bothers me.

He was my last case

on that side of things.

When I think about it,

maybe we did go too fast.

Maybe we came at him a little too hard.

What... what are you talking about?

He didn't deny being there.

He admitted to putting the cushion

on her face, to touching her.

Yeah, but he didn't have any of

the old lady's skin under his fingers,

so there was nothing conclusive.

Nothing conclusive?

His goddamn fingerprints

were all over the bedroom, Teddy!

Easy, tough guy.

Holy cow.

You know, if we continue like this,

I'm gonna have to start

billing somebody, anybody.

Yeah, and the chickens...

I don't want to hear about the chickens.

For God's sake.

The fact of the matter is

you did the right thing.

You did, and there's

always gonna be questions.

I got one for you.

Do you think he honestly ran across you,

or do you think he found you?

He insists it was random.

Like anything's f***ing random.

I tell you what.

If you need a weapon,

I'll get you a gun.

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with you?

Thank God they still make

reporters that look like that.

Wowee.

Hey.

Honey, is that you?

It's Angela.

Ange? What?

Ian.

Ian?

Ian Wilkinson turned up

at Morgan Hamilton Penitentiary tonight

trying to get himself re-incarcerated.

Tried to handcuff himself to a guard.

They want to commit him.

Well, maybe they should.

They want to commit him

unless his parole officer

or his therapist comes and gets him.

Okay. I'm not his therapist, so what...

That's not what he told them.

I can't get over there tonight.

Please help me out on this.

See, you... you gotta be kidding me.

Tom, like it or not,

you're part of this.

I gotta go.

F***.

Hey, pull over to the side of the road.

I gotta take a leak.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm sorry.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

You know what?

Give me a drag of that.

Thought maybe you ran off.

Yeah, well, maybe.

Do you remember our last session?

The session before my trial?

I put my arms around your waist,

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