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to clear my head.

Figure out what

I'm gonna do.

This is fine.

Stay as long

as you want.

I'll let you know if you

wear out your welcome.

Hey, one thing.

I, um, I started to tell

you that at the diner.

I got problems.

Hey, no pressure.

Suit yourself.

But since it's my place

i keep the bed.

You sleep on the sofa.

I'll get you a blanket

and a sheet.

I keep an extra pillow

in the closet.

It's all clean, so you

don't have to worry

about catching

some disease.

Mi casa es su casa, right?

Anyway, I always trust

my instinct,

you know what I mean?

I'm not sure why, but I feel

kinda connected to you.

Big boys tell me

I'm a little crazy.

I got that for Halloween

a couple years ago.

It's weird, huh?

You-- you thought your life

was in danger?

Clearly there was

that possibility.

Criminal organizations

sometimes try to pass

an unpaid debt along

to other members

of the victim's family.

The men who hired

frank kitchen

to kill my brother

might have turned

him loose on me.

You hired bodyguards.

I did.

Three of them.

I even insisted

on a dress code.

I'm sorry, a dress code?

Yeah. Dark suit,

white shirt and tie.

I, of course, had to buy

their wardrobe for them.

They were all but one

ex-policemen.

But in the end,

all three of them

turned out to be worthless.

Question:
If you're rich,

and you loved

your brother so much

and he's in all this trouble

with all the wrong people,

why didn't you just

give him the money he owed?

I did. All of it.

And he went out

and bought paintings

and drugs

and pinball machines.

Gambled and partied,

squandered every penny.

Then he came back,

said he was sorry,

and asked me

for more money.

As a matter of principle,

i said no.

It was a mistake.

So you feel guilty

about his death?

No. Not for a moment.

My brother was a fool,

but he was also a unique,

eccentric, and talented man.

He just never seemed

to find his place

in the grand scheme

of things.

How's it going?

Uh, she's gotten

very chatty.

But evasive.

Keeps a lot of it

theoretical.

Right from the get-go,

as soon as she got here

she was the most anti-social

piss-ant on campus.

No communication, no jokes.

Just death stares

and a wall of ice.

Ladies and gentlemen,

let's give it up

for Dr. Rachel Jane.

Phi beta kappa.

Three degrees with honors.

Never married,

no children, thank god.

Let's see what happens tomorrow

if I turn the heat up a little.

Hello, doctor.

How are we feeling

this morning?

You can release

the arms, Hector.

Thank you.

If you'd indulge me

here for a moment,

I'd like to go back

and review the facts

of this case

as they pertain

to your criminal

involvement.

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