Five Hotel,this is Five Echo.
Send it, Five Echo.
First squad in position.Target identified.
Roger, Five Echo.
Watch our 6:00.
Semper.
Target secure. We're clear.
( onlookers applauding )
( brass band playing "The Caissons Go Rolling Along" )
They're in there, kids,I promise.
Now, go in thereand try and find them.
They're dressed just like me.
Ready? Go! Come on!Let's go, let's go, let's go!
( child screaming )
( indistinct shouting )
Man down! Man down!
Trevor Price.
He's not inhis cammies.
TAYLOR:That's his dress blueDelta uniform.
Off-duty clothes.He's not part
of the demonstration drillsgoing on today.
Single stab wound to the chest.
One drop of bloodon the sleeve.
You know, he's off the path.
This doesn't looklike a shortcut,so I'm guessing
that he was draggedinto the bushes.
This Marine's seen action.
Global War on TerrorismService Medal,
Navy and Marine CorpsAchievement Medal
with a combat "V,"Combat Action ribbon,
Iraqi Campaign ribbon.
He's been overseas.
And this is howwe welcome him home.
Ambush in Central Park.
Something's not right.
The shirt is tucked in.
His pants are creased.
There's no abrasionson his knuckles.
No dirt under his nails.
Evidence therewasn't a struggle.
Corporal Pricewas a decorated Marine
trained in combat.
So why didn't he fightfor his life?
♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fought for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ I don't need to fight ♪
♪ To prove I'm right ♪
♪ I don't need to be forgiven,yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah♪
♪ Yeah. ♪
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( indistinct voices )
( garbled radio transmissions )
( beeping )
Found blood up on the path, Mac.
Gravitational drops.
Body temp's 82.1.
He's been deadroughly 11 hours.
T.O.D. around midnight.
More blood.
Directional dropsleading away from the body.
Swept the area twice, Mac.
Killer didn't dumpthe weapon.
Unfortunately, lowlifes knowit's Fleet Week, also.
Servicemen are easy targets'cause they're easy to spot.
Uniform isn't a bull's-eye.It's a badge of honor.
Once a Marine, always a Marine.
If you attack one of us,you've attacked us all.
C.O.D. was straightforward:transection
of the vena cava.
Is there anything distinctabout the wound
that would help narrow downor specify a weapon?
Wound is average in every way.
Weapon:single-edged blade
about three to four inches long.
There is, however,extensive bruising.
That's strange.
Nothing on the sceneor on his clothing
to suggesthe defended himself.
Oh, no. That'sbecause, um...
the bruising happenedwell before he died.
See Yeah.
Already a yellowish color.
Few days old.
He fought with someone,
and it was one hell of a battle.
( jet engines whooshing overhead )
Sir, I'm Captain Flood.
I have orders to assist youin any way possible.
Detective Mac Taylor.
Battalion CO tellyou why I'm Yes, sir.
Corporal Price was a memberof my platoon.
He's been murdered.
You were his company commander?
Yes, sir, I was.
His body wasseverely bruised.
His injuries are inconsistentwith his murder.
I believe that his bruiseswere a result
of your orders.
Put him in the bull-ring, didn't You understand,
in combat, facing the enemy,a Marine needs to know
that the man next to him will dohis job, and do it well.
A corps of well-trained Marines
will kick the crap outof anyone else in the world,
but the platoon is onlyas strong at its weakest link.
Corporal Pricewas the weak linkin your platoon,
so you put himin the bull ringto toughen him up.
Sir, I put Corporal Pricein the ring
for the bettermentof the platoon.
Training against himmade everyone stronger.
( grunting and groaning )
Corporal Pricewas an outstanding Marine.
There's not a devil doghe served with
that would wish him harm.
What about out therein the city?
He know anyone?
Not thatI'm aware of, sir.
I'll need to knoweverywhere the platoon went.
Well, that's the thing, sir.
Corporal Pricedidn't come with us.
He said thatthere was something
he needed to take care of alone.
Hey. What do we got?
Windows slightly cracked open,blacked out, bubbling paint...
And this.
HAWKES:Victim's unrecognizable.
Soot stainson the roof
and outside the door,
but the engine compartmentis undamaged.
Think it's a torch job?
Fire burned hot and fast.
There's no water damageor fire extinguisher residue.
Why didn'tthe fire department
put tNo need.
Windows weren't openenough to sustain the flames.
Once the oxygenburned out,
the fireextinguisheditself.
Burn patterns are containedin the front seat.
The rest of the vehiclejust has surface charring.
This wasn'tabout torching a car.
It was about hiding a body.
Ran the plate.No alarm on the car.
Hasn't beenreported stolen.
Registered owneris a Charles Wright.
I can assure youthis is not Charles Wright.
In fact,it's not even a "he."
The fire destroyedthe external tissues,
but the internal organswere somewhat preserved.
See what I mean?
Mm-hmm. Two circularbodies: ovaries.
Triangular organhere: uterus.
Victim'sdefinitely female.
Did she suffer?
Yeah, but not becauseof the fire.
No smoke in the lungs.
C.O.D. wasblunt force trauma.
Your killershowed no mercy.
Oh! Multiple fractures:frontal bone,
zygomatic arch...
Wow, left ulna.
Ribs nine and tenon the right side.
She was beaten to death.
Collected a kit,
but any physical evidence waslikely destroyed by the fire.
Any leads on her name?
Fingerprints were burned off.
And dental comparisons
only help to confirm identity,not establish it.
As of now, she's Jane Doe.
Means I needto bring her back to life.
♪ ♪
Hey.
Found a strange indentationin the armrest.
And on the window...
I found a print.
It's an ear.
Huh.ft ear.
Whoever it belongs towas facing the wrong way
Right. passenger seat.
And it looks the wrong sizeto be the victim's.
I think it's the killer's.
Ear print is great evidence,
it's just too bad it's notsearchable in any database.
Which is wherethis comes in.
Charles Wright, our R.O.,is alive and well.
In fact, he justcalled in and reported
that he witnessed his Cadillacbeing stolen
outside of his brownstonean hour ago.
That's impossible.
We found the car three hours agodowntown
already burned to a crisp.
There's no way he saw itbeing stolen.
Exactly.
Why is Charles Wright lying?
( blipping )
That's a sketchof the female victim from
the burned Cadillac.
This is a FastScanimage of the face.
A FastScan isa digital representation.
The resultingfacial reconstruction
isn't 100% accurate.
That's a scaled photo
of the skull.
This is a photo
I pulled from theofficial NYPD file.
It's her, Mac.
Aiden.
We're going to getthe son of a bitch who did this.
She was murdered inyour car, Mr. Wright.
I don't know anythingabout a murder.
That girl burned beyondrecognition in your front seat?
This is a mistake.I didn't... I She wasdidn'tective.
hurt anyone, okay?I didn't burn You're lying!
All the evidence pointsback to you, Charles.
I want the truth.Tell me right I can't.
I don't care..
This isn't about you.
It's about her.
I cheated, okay?!
I cheated on my wife.
Not with her, the detective.I don't know her.
Then with who?
A prostitute.
A man.
I meet him once a week...
after work, at this cheap hotel
off 11th Avenue.
I park around the corner.
I saw him last night late.
Afterwards, I went to my car,
but it was stolen,it was gone.
Okay, I didn't knowwhat to do.
If this got out,if my wife knew...
I took a cab home, I wentto sleep, and today I acted
like my car was stolenfrom in front of my house
so my wife wouldn'tknow where I'd been.
But I had nothing to dowith a murder or a fire.
You have to believe me.
No, I don't.
( door opens and shuts )
Listen, whatever I have to do toprove I didn't do this, I wil.
DNA, fingerprints, anything.
For now I want your prints,starting with your left ear.
Mac, is this him? This is thescumbag that killed Aiden?!
Just let me talk to him. Oh!
I will get him to crack,I promisHow?u that.
By tuning him up?
Stella's got the case,she knows what to do.
This is Aiden.
She's one of our own, Mac.
That's why we can'tmake any mistakes.
We do this one by the book.
You're right.
I just wI know.o help.
Me, too.
The accelerant used totorch Charles Wright's car
was lighter fluid.
Easily purchased.Untraceable.
Yeah, unfortunately.
How well did youknow her? Aiden.
Well enough to know that ifone of us had been killed,
she wouldn't sleepuntil the killer was caught.
Is that the indentation
I found on theYeah.nger armrest?
And I have no idea what it is.
Hey.
Hey, man.
You hear anything on your end
regarding Aiden's case?
Nothing new.
Just rumors.
Really.
We were supposed to have dinnerthis weekend.
Actually, I was hoping
she'd offer to cook.
She knew her wayaround the kitchen?
She made phenomenalchicken parm.
( sighs )
All right, listen to me.
I reached out toCorporal Price's family,
he had an older brother.
Now as far as his brother knew,
our vic didn't knowanyone in the city.
Really?
'Cause I found this...
in his pocket.
Why wasn't he wearing it?
I don't know.Check out the back.
"I'm your girl. Ellie."
I spoke to every Marinein Price's platoon.
No one mentioneda girlfriend.
That's just one ofthe many mysteries, Flack.
Check this out.Exhibit A--
stain on his pants.
It's nNo.blood.
It's not biological at all.
I don't know what it is.Same as this.
FLACK:Shoes immaculately polished.
Tells us the scuff mark'sout of place.
Yeah. Not as outof place as this.
Yeah, a lima bean.
Dried. One of them.Found it in his pocket.
What the Depends.hat about?
Could be nothing.
Could be a major breakin the case.
Nothing. cashin his pockets?
Pockets weren't turned out, so Idon't think this was a robbery.
I don't think it was a robbery,I think it was a fleecing.
♪ Yo, dude,you're dead wrong ♪
♪ You'll never have the skillslike mine ♪
♪ I havethe real tight rhymes... ♪
Come on, now,follow it, follow it.
Don't blink.
Here we go.
Okay, my man, where's the bean?
That one.
Damn, man.
Service trained you well.
One more time.Give a brother a chance
to win backsome of his green.
Double or nothing?
( servicemen murmuring )
Five will get you ten.
Ten will get you 20.
20 will get you plenty.
Go time, sailor.Where's it at?
Right there.
Snap! Told ya!
Don't blink.Who's next?
Who wants to play?
I'm feeling lucky.
Rondo's closed.
That's a hell of a shineryou got.
Dangers of doing business.
Dangers of scammingpeople, you mean.
Hey, they put uptheir own money.
I ain't pickingtheir pockets.
Yeah, but you don'tplay fair, either.
Why you hassling me?
Because of a Marine wefound dead in Central Park.
I'll lower my flagto half mast.
You know what?Don't you test me today, Rondo,
I'm telling you right now,'cause you won't win.
What, you sticking this on me?I don't know any Marines.
Well, the lack of cash...
and the lima bean in his pocketwould beg to differ.
And how does thatsingle me out?
Well, it's Fleet Week,Rondo.
The city's flush with moneyand your shell game,
it's a dying art.
There's only a few crewsstill running it in the city.
And you're the only guythat got busted that usesa lima bean as a mark.
So I'm thinking you scammed him,
maybe he popped you in the eyeand that pissed you off.
So you followed himinto Central Park,
ambushed him.
You sure?Corporal Trevor Price.
Take a good look.
That guy.
Man, I didn't hurt him.
That brother was cool.
Okay, sailor.
Where's it at?
There.
RONDO: He lost.
He took the bean as a souvenir.
Said "Only in New York.Lesson learned."
Walked off.
That was around 9:00last night.
Never saw him again.
How'd you get the shiner?
The rest of the fleetwasn't so forgiving.
The next mark tagged me afterI took him for two bills.
I didn't kill that Marine.
All right, well,then you won't mind
giving me a DNA samplethen, right?
Made the notificationto Aiden's father.
He's going to take careof the arrangements,
keep us informed aboutdates and times.
We get a match?
Not even close.
The ear print lefton the car window
definitely did not belongto Charles Wright.
Doesn't clear him.
Still could've killed Aiden.
When was the last timeyou saw her?
We spoke on the phoneabout a month ago.
You?
Just last week, by chance.
Aiden?
SHey!a.
HI'm great.?
I'm good.ou?
I'm real good.I'm working onmy P.I. license.
Yeah, and anotherside project
that I've been wanting tofinish for a long time now.
You want to sit down?You have a minute?
Oh, not really.
I have someplace to be.
But when it allcomes together, you'll be
the first call I make.
Okay.mise.
OkTake care.re.
She never called.
I never called her, either.
All I had to dowas pick up the phone.
We have no idea what was goingon in her life.
Let's go find out.
♪ ♪
Hey, Mac, come take a lookat this.
It's D.J. Pratt.
She was workingher own investigation.
TAYLOR:This photowas takentwo days ago.
Pratt's attorney claimedNYPD was following his client.
My client, Mr. Pratt,says he's being harassed
by someonein your department.
D.J. Pratt is a suspectin an ongoing criminalinvestigation,
but I don't haveanyone assigned
to surveillanceat this time.
We were never following him.
No, but Aiden was.
Mac, what if Prattfound out it was her?
Suddenly, the huntedbecame the hunter?
D.J. Pratt killed Aiden.
D.J. Pratt.
NYPD, what a surprise.
Was my lawyer not clearwith you, Detective Taylor?
Stop harassing me.
Or do I haveto file a suit?
We know the truth,Pratt.
You're not going
to slip throughthe cracks this time.
What are you accusing me of now?
Murder.
I didn't kill anyone.
We're going to get you,I promise.
Sounds like a threat to me.
I'm calling my lawyer.
Good, make sure he starts
preparing your defensefor trial.
Hey, Pratt?For real?
Looks that way.
You didn't lock him up?
Mac, he's dirty.We're letting this guy
walk around the citylike he owns the place.
Look, I know you're upset,and I am, too,
but our hands are tiedright now.
His lawyer's watching
every move we make.I don't want to make a mistake
and have him get offon a technicality.
All right, so until we havethe evidence to charge Pratt,
the law's goingto protect him.
Where we at with Rondo?
He scammed Corporal Price,took his cash, but not his life.
Rondo's DNA doesn't matchthe sample
from the vic's shirtsleeve.
What about Corporal Price'sfootlocker? Where is it?
That's in transit.It'll be here soon.
I do have a lead.
The vic was playinga shell game
in Times Square at 9:00 p.m.,
and was found deadin Central Park at midnight.
So where was hein between?
Exactly. I found a scuffon the vic's shoe
and it had traces of
ammonia, paraffin, naphtheneand aromatic hydrocarbons.
They're all componentsof a stoddard solvent.
A metal polisher.
I'm thinkingbrass cleaner,
because I also found a stainon his pants-- beer,
but not fromyour average six pack--
which had tracesof propylene
glycol and isoamyl acetate.
Artificial flavoring.
Banana, to be exact.
Okay, so we gotbrass cleaner andbanana beer.
You're thinkingspecialty bar.
Boom. And I found one,the Yard Bar,
three blocks from whereCorporal Price was murdered.
Their microbrew specialtyis banana ale.
Flack's already there.
My name'Alexandria. Flack.
Can I ask you a couplequestions about a customerwho was in here last night?
Sure, but I won't be muchhelp-- I was off last night.
Damon, can you take this?
I'm sorry.
What's going on?
Remember this guyfrom last night
sometime between 9:00and midnight?
Yeah, the Marine, Price.
Fleet Week's bigfor the strip clubs.
We don't see any troopsup here,
so when he came in,people noticed.
Come on in.
Welcome home, son.
Beers are freefor you tonight.
Here, take my seat.
An impromptu welcome home party.
The guy's putting his asson the line for us,
the least we coulddo is show him weappreciate it.
How long did he stay?
Until 11:30 or so.
Said he was looking for someoneand he needed to find he.
Her?
Yeah, girl named Ellie.
He thought she worked here.It's what brought
him up this wayin the first place.
But she doesNo. work here?
I've been here three years.Last night's
the first timeI've ever even heard the name.
Thanks.
D.J. Pratt is the prime suspectin Aiden's murder,
which means CharlesWright might have beentelling the truth
about I don't get it.olen.
D.J. Pratt is a rapist.Why is he stealing cars?
I don't know, but if we cantie him into the car theft,
we can put him at the murderscene and that's allI can think about.
Danny talks abouther a lot...
Aiden.
They were close.
I wish I couldhave met her.
You would have liked her.
I got some scratch marks here.
It was a Slim Jim.
Tells us how they brokeinto the car.
Doesn't tell us who.
Well, this might.
There are tool marksin the ignition switch.
That's not all he left behind.
Our thief popped the ignitionwith a paint-speckled tool
When Mac and I confronted
Pratt this afternoon,
he'd been paintingan apartment.
Well, that makes these fleckspretty solid evidence.
Mack, so Flack checked in.
Seems the vic wentdown to the Yard Barto meet a girl named Ellie.
I'm thinking it has somethingto do with the watch
I found in his pocket.
The problem is,Ellie wasn't there.
So he left to look for her.
That was 11:30.A half hour later he's dead.
Any leads on Ellie?
Flack's following up.
Right now she's a ghost.
Amylase test came back
on the blood fromthe shirtsleeve.
It's positivefor mucus.
The killer's nose bledon Corporal Price's sleeve.
So how does that get us closerto knowing who the killer is?
Price had been throughthe bullring.
He knew how to fight,he knew how to defend himself.
I'm glad you're here.
I want to try something.
You be the killer.
I'll be Corporal Price.
I want youto come at me
like you're going to stab mein the chest overhand.
Ready?
( knife clatters )
( grunts )
Okay, disarmed youof the weapon,
made sure you can'tpick it back up.
Yes, you did, witha blow to my elbow.
All right,right around the joint,
most likely causinga dislocation.
Followed by an elbow tothe nose, breaking it...
and finishing with afigure-four rear choke.
And my busted nose isgoing to cause me to bleed,
explain the bloodon the sleeve.
Corporal Price was anexperienced Marine.
He would have no problemovertaking a civilian attacker.
Which is why there was noevidence of a struggle.
He also would haveheld that choke hold
for at least 13 seconds--
cutting off blood flowuntil the attacker passed out.
That doesn't work,
because if he was out cold,
how's he gonna stab the vicin the chest?
Means there wasa second attacker.
One Corporal Pricenever saw coming.
One of the attackers has aseverely-damaged right elbow
and a broken nose.
Two injuries that do not healon their own.
No.
So one of our suspectsis in the hospital.
Find him.
Hey, Lindsay, what do we got?
Well, the top spectrum hasa chemical ID of the paint
I pulled outof the ignition system,
and the bottom spectrumis the chemical IDof the paint taken
from the apartmentD.J. Pratt was painting.
He stole the car. We got him.
Not exactly. The nameof the color is Navajo White.
It's extremely popular.
It's used in almost everybuilding in the city.
Look, you know Pratt did it,I know Pratt did it.
But I don't thinkthis paint
is strong enough evidenceto prove it.
We're exactly where Aiden waseight months ago--
staring the criminalright in the face
and powerlessto bring him to justice.
How could this havehappened, Mac?
Aiden was smart.She was a great cop.
She knew Pratt was dangerous.
Why would she get soclose, following him,
all these photos?
This case haunted her.
Aiden sacrificed her career
trying to get D.J. Pratt.
Wait a minute.
She didn't make a mistake.She made a choice.
This woman lived in the buildingthat Pratt was painting.
Aiden would knowif she fits Pratt's M.O.
Pratt used this blondeto lure Aiden into his trap.
( camera shutter snapping )
What she didn't know is thathe set the whole thing up.
MAN:Hey! Hey! Wait up!
He was targeting Aiden.
He stole Charles Wright's carwith the intention
of ( door opens ) it.
Mac, that indentation on thearmrest of the burned-out ca?
Bite mark.
Pratt's?
That's what I'd hoped for,but no go.
Bite belongs to Aiden.
I casted the maxillarydentition.
Perfect match.
She bit down on the armrestduring the attack.
Aiden left us everything we needto nail D.J. Pratt for good.
FLACK:His name's Keith Gale.
He's got a busted right elbow,
fractured noseand a bruised trachea,
just like you thought.
Last night. 12:10 a.m.
Flack, that's ten minutes afterour estimated time of deat.
The crime scene's
three blocks from here.
It's walking distance.
This guy was unconscious.
He didn't get up andwalk here on his own.
EMT respondto a call in the park?
No, he was dropped off.
His wife.
Stacey Gale.
The second attacker.
Where's the knife, Stacey?
ThOh, yes, it was.t.
Look at me.Where's the knife?
I dropped it in the gutter.
At 72nd and Fifth Avenue.
Look, you gotta understand,this was an accident.
Yeah, you had plenty of choices.
You know, you just chosethe wrong one.
Your husband abusesyou, and you filed,
how many, four complaintsin the last year alone.
And each timeyou dropped the charges.
Look, sometimes, when Keithgets drunk, he loses his temper.
But he always apologizes.
I mean, he loves me.
Right, right.This is how he shows you?
By squeezingyour arms
so tight that you bruise?
By, by splittingyour lip?
By punching you in the jaw?
You don't know Keith.
Oh, I do know Keith.
Last night, you twowalking in Central Park.
Probably hada few drinks.
He had one too many, again, andhis demons come out-- on you.
Does that sound familiar?
Look, I had it under control.
All the Marine had to dowas just keep walking.
Stop! You're hurting me!
Hey!
I thoughthe'd killed my husband.
No. No, he just saved you.
And now he's dead.
You two happy?
Finally got me.
I'm under arrest.
Course, ten minutesfrom now, I'll be at Ray's
enjoyinga mushroom slice for lunch.
You're notgNo?g anywhere.
You picked me up on an unpaidparking ticket on my van,
a crap chargeif ever there was one.
Maybe. But we gotyou in custody.
Hmm. My lawyeris going to have
a field day with you,Detective Taylor.
Bring him on.
See, we knewthe first thing
you'd do is cry harassment,so we covered ourselves--
documented every
single partof your booking.
This way you can't gowhining to your lawyerabout being mistreated.
Yeah. I rememberthe photo shoot.
There's an hour of my lifeI'll never get back.
See this? It's an ear print
from the passenger side of awindow of a burnt-out Cadillac.
And that's your left ear.
Perfect match.
Puts you inthat Cadillac.
Lift up your left sleeve.
No.
I'm not saying another wordwithout my lawyer present.
You don't have to.
Aiden told useverything we need.
Another photofrom your booking.
That's a bite markon your forearm.
Aiden bit you.
We know what you did.
( grunting and groaning )
( Pratt yells )
BONASERA:Just so you know...
your lawyercan't protect you anymore.
TAYLOR:And we have the evidence
to make sure you neversee freedom again.
This folder...
will be right hereon my desk
till we get him.
How did you know that Aidenbiting that armrest
also meant thatshe bit Pratt?
Homicide casesix years ago.
A single mother
was robbed and murderedon her way home from work.
I had a suspect, but onlycircumstantial evidence,
not enough for a warrant.
So the case wasn'tgoing to pan out,
but there wasthis young detective
who refused to give up.
Wherever thesuspect went,
the detectivewas watching,
waiting for himto make a mistake.
Well, did the suspectmake a mistake?
The detective was
so in his head that helashed out, took a swing,
and that was enoughto arrest him.
Patting him down later on,the detective noticed a wound
on his arm, a bite mark.
From the victim.
And that young detectivewas Aiden.
Aiden had to know thatPratt was going to kill her,
that she was going to die.
So she left a clue.
She knew I'd understand.
I can stick around, if you want.
That's okay.
There's actually somethingI need to take care of.
♪ ♪
Well, that's the thing, sir.
Corporal Pricedidn't come with us.
He said that there was somethinghe needed to take care of alone.
Seems the vic went downto the Yard Bar
to meet a girl named Ellie.
I'm thinking it hassomething to do
with the watchI found in his pocket.
ALEXANDRIA:I don't know how I can help you.
Like I told the other detective,
I wasn't working last night.
I know, but, uh...I still think
you may be able toanswer my question.
This photo belongedto Corporal Trevor Price.
That's himon the left.
Do you know whothe other man is?
That's my fiance.
He died last yearin Iraq.
But I don't understand.
This man, Corporal Price,I don't know him.
No, but, uh, I thinkhe knew about you.
Corporal Price came herelast night on a mission.
To find a woman.
Ellie.
He was lookingfor you.
It's not very common,but a nickname
for Alexandria...
is Ellie, isn't it?
Only my fiance called me Ellie.
No one else.
But why would he share thatinformation with Corporal Price?
I think your fiance wanted youto have something,
and he knewhe wouldn't be able
to give it to you himself.
This belongs to you.
Thank you.
MESSER:No, this is no lie.
She, Aiden, getsin my face, right?
You know how she did that.
And she tells me,"Keep dreaming, Messer.
"You know, I think you're cute,
but I am way outof your league."
( all laughing )
I mean, she couldjust cut you down
like nobHey, Mac,
glad you made it.
Wouldn't miss it.
Thank you.
All right.
To Aiden.
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