Previously on "Clarice"...
Two dead women. Somebody sliced them to ribbons.
- And you think it's a... - A serial killer.
Hell yes, I do.
Rebecca, were Angela Bird, Tess Laughty, and Sandra Bishop
gonna talk to you about the clinical trials?
You're gonna tell me who paid you
to kill those three women.
Get me a deal.
This doesn't work if you don't talk.
Okay, I'll start.
How was Tennessee?
You were raised in the Appalachian mountains,
weren't you?
Did it feel like going home?
Felt like going to work.
Your father died there when you were young.
He was killed.
In the line of duty.
He was a Marshal.
He surprised some burglars who shot him.
I'm not sure what that has to...
Were you just triggered to remember that?
Triggered? No.
Is there doctor/patient privilege here,
or does all this go straight to my boss?
That was not a formal...
Agent Krendler and I... had a conversation.
That almost cost me my job.
Clarice, you're here to keep your job,
and I'm the one who can help you.
If you'll let me.
I understand that after you got back from Tennessee,
you went to visit Rebecca Clark-Sherman
at the trauma center.
I can't even go home.
I checked myself in here because
I knew I was gonna need help... carrying this.
That's wise.
Staying ahead of it.
And if you feel unsafe, we can post guards outside the door.
What else can you tell me?
He took his mask off at one point.
I saw his face.
He didn't care.
That's how I knew he was gonna kill me.
He made me walk to my bedroom.
He drugged me.
I guess to make me more... compliant.
He took pains not to look at me.
To give me...
Modesty. Privacy.
We're interviewing your attacker tomorrow.
We both know he was hired by someone,
but the only thing connecting him to the murders
of Angela, Tess, and Sandra is you.
We need your testimony, Rebecca.
You came so far putting it together for them.
If you let them stop you, they win.
Those women need your testimony.
If you'll share your notes, what you found about...
No. I-I... I can't.
If you're scared, we can put you into protective custo...
Put them in custody.
Whoever hired him.
Get them, and I will testify.
Sorry.
I want to help those women, I do.
I feel like I'm losing myself.
Clarice, sometimes post-traumatic stress
can color your experience.
It can significantly alter your perception of events,
both professional and personal,
confronting old familial wounds
in a highly charged work environment.
I mean, I know my father died.
It was a long time ago. It's not something I buried.
I don't need a trigger.
And what about the fresher wound of Buffalo Bill?
A wound I believe will never heal
unless you open up about it.
Clarice?
Where are you? Am I losing you?
Do you have trouble concentrating?
Can you stay in the moment?
Invasive thoughts or memories?
They can keep you from being fully present
and from seeing experiences for what they truly are.
They can cause you to act... impulsively.
Sir, I have to go. I have a suspect interview.
Right. The river murders.
Agent Krendler recanted your statement to the press.
- That must have been very hard. - I respect his judgment.
He was just protecting the case.
The case or you?
I need you to consider that
given everything you've been through,
maybe your perceptions aren't as solid as you think.
I know what's real and what's not, sir.
I really do have to go now.
Special delivery for Agent Mapp.
No. No more.
But you're the chain-of-custody girl, right?
Supervisor said, "Any cold case DNA requests go to Mapp."
Not there.
- Not there. - You're a Sagittarius, right?
No. No.
No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no.
- Huh? - I'm working.
You've posed a personal question that serves no one except you,
and you expect me to drop everything and answer.
And if I don't answer, you form a judgment.
And even now, as I'm taking time away from saving lives,
you're thinking, "Damn, she's so serious.
Can she just lighten up?"
Well, the answer is, "Bye."
Mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh.
Jenga.
Now, I would like to remind everyone
that Attorney General Martin has come at my invitation
to speak about the needs
the president's bill attempts to address.
To that end, I think she's doing an admirable job.
That said, this is the oversight committee,
and today we're reviewing the DOJ budget.
Madam Attorney General,
uh, your personal task force within the FBI...
can you tell us more about that?
Uh, this isn't an authoritarian state.
I don't have a personal task force.
I assume you're talking about
the Violent Criminal Apprehension Unit.
Hmm. That's right. Uh, ViCAP.
The vulnerable of our country disappear,
and no one remembers their names.
Not everyone who has been abducted by a monster
is lucky enough to be the daughter of a senator, sir.
Some are saying the ViCAP team is just drumming up headlines
to help sell your president's crime bill.
You have three daughters, Llewellyn.
Imagine someone out there field-dressing one of them
like a deer.
Do you really believe that I wouldn't,
that every mother wouldn't give everything
to spare their child that?
The monsters among us aren't aberrations.
They're a reflection of who we are.
What we do with them and how we decide to root them out
is also a reflection of who we are.
I just hope we don't become a society
that sits idly by.
We're all sorry about what happened to your daughter.
But it might take more than sympathy
to make you qualified for your office.
Sympathy and empathy for Americans under our protection
seems to be in short supply of late.
I don't know. Two-way mirror is classic.
We're basically in the same room as the guy.
Come on, live a little. Now you get a close-up.
We can see every muscle in his face twitch.
I don't need any help knowing when someone's full of it.
Suspect's here.
Baltimore PD's bringing him in.
Their homicide chief is whining to SSA Herman
that we stole their perp.
Tell them whine to the AG and her writ.
Karl Wellig. Born Prescott, Arizona.
Joined the Marines out of high school.
Gulf War and a year on the private military circuit.
We waiting on his esquire?
No, he waived his right to an attorney.
Pretty bold, considering he killed three women.
And tried to kill Rebecca Clark-Sherman.
You sure he asked for the deal?
That he said the words?
Yes, sir.
Maybe this'll go down fast.
Sir, I'm convinced Wellig was hired.
I spoke to Rebecca Clark-Sherman last night,
and she can tie all the victims to the drug clinical trial.
Will she go on record?
She will if we get more from Wellig about who hired him.
Here we go.
- Starling, you're with me. - Sir?
He asked you for the deal, and you're the one who shot him.
You told Special Agent Starling you wanted a deal.
So... go.
Talk.
I'm a handyman.
I was fixing a lady's dishwasher when a bunch of feds burst in,
no warrant, guns drawn.
I got scared.
I never told you I wanted a deal.
And I didn't kill anybody.
I know what I heard.
No one's saying any different.
Why suddenly back out of a deal
and still waive the right to see your lawyer?
I-I don't get it.
Lawyering up cuts both ways.
He goes mum, we go mum. He wants to know what we know.
We got him pretty good on Rebecca Clark-Sherman,
but he's got no idea what we have
on the three whistleblower women.
He's still hoping he can walk on those.
That's our opening. Anything on the video?
His story about being a handyman
is something a kid would make up.
He does not care.
Hold on a second.
What's this tattoo on his forearm?
"SS"? Is he a neo-Nazi?
Scout/Sniper.
The Marines... They use that symbol.
S.S.... Scout/Sniper.
You're both snipers.
Well, I'm Army, so I'm actually a good shot.
Sniper/Psycho. Peas in a pod.
No, this guy... he's not grieving, he's not gloating.
He's like a shark. Same dead eyes.
Shark-ish, shark-like.
Is that Behavioral Science, Starling?
When do we find out that his Mommy shark
didn't breastfeed him?
Wellig doesn't fit the profile of that kind of serial killer.
He's a different... animal altogether.
Ruth Martin's calling for you.
Okay.
Let's get a full dental impression
we can match to the victims' bite marks
and a blood sample for DNA.
The knives came out at my hearing.
I ended up talking about women getting field-dressed like a deer.
Okay.
Gant told me
it was gonna be a small sub-committee hearing,
and then he invited press.
I'm gonna look like the nation's top hysterical mom
chasing bogeymen.
Well, bogeymen are real.
Which is why we need to convict one right now.
Speaking of which...
Well, Baltimore PD just turned Wellig over.
Listen, uh...
Starling has a different idea about this guy.
Starling?
She's your girl, Ruth.
And what she's saying has teeth.
This might take a while.
We don't have a while.
If I'm out of a job,
I don't know what's next for either of us.
- If I go, ViCAP goes. - Hm.
I'm so sorry, Paul.
I pulled you out of a nice trajectory at Justice for this.
No, I'm glad to be back at the Bureau.
I-I want to be here.
After Bill, the...
I want to be doing this.
How is Catherine?
Do you remember the night in Illinois?
When we found out the FBI had the wrong house?
You swore she'd come back to me.
Yeah.
Paul, when will she come back to me?
She's already back.
She's alive.
Okay, we need the public on our side.
We need Wellig on serial murder.
Offer him whatever you need to.
I'll make it work.
I'm gonna work from home.
You can reach me there.
Why'd you change your mind?
Asking for a deal.
It never happened.
They're listening, and you're trying to cover your ass, right?
Everybody's got a game, honey.
I have to take Karl Wellig's samples to the lab.
Anything I can take for you?
Are you kidding? No, I'm chain-of-custody-girl.
I have to sign in all these cold-case DNA test requests
from all over the country,
then carry them over and sign them into the lab myself.
I don't solve cases, mind you...
I carry them.
Come to Cold Cases, Starling.
Come to where the glamour is.
How's it going?
Wellig recanted on the deal, called me a liar.
What?
Everyone's looking at me sideways.
They were already looking at you sideways.
I'm just gonna... open a convenience store
that sells ramen noodles and orange soda.
Mm.
Yeah. I'm aware I have the palate of an 8-year-old.
Okay.
Catherine, I'm home.
AG wants to close for serial murder. Today.
Let's get creative, guys.
We had him at the house with a victim bleeding out.
He attacked a federal agent.
So why would he give up the other three murders?
Premeditated in Maryland is life without parole, mandatory.
We have federal jurisdiction in D.C.
Second-degree murder in the District
is 20 to 40 with parole.
We could offer him parole in 20.
Well, CS Techs said
that Wellig dumped the bodies
on the Maryland side.
Yeah, but we fished them out in D.C.
He wants to know how much we have.
I like this, Esquivel. Second-degree.
Let's get it done before whatever crap he's pulling
by waiving his lawyer screws everything.
- What's our wedge here? - Sir?
Karl Wellig might have a strict moral code,
especially where it concerns women.
That guy's got a strict moral code?
Morals are just rules we create to give order to the world.
When you break the Ten Commandments for a living,
you have to come up with your own rules.
Rebecca said he wouldn't look at her when she was undressing.
He would not look at me when I touched his mouth.
If that's helpful to force a confession.
Esquivel, how's your bad cop?
- My what? - Come with me.
We'll lead with the, uh... Go at him hard.
Murray, what do you call that approach?
Reid technique.
You actually gave a seminar on it.
Right. I did a hell of a job, huh?
Come on, kid.
Karl Wellig, meet Special Agent Esquivel.
Rebecca Clark-Sherman sends her regards.
I don't know who that is.
Well, she says you did a great job with her dishwasher,
and she is telling anyone who'll listen.
- "Reid Technique." - In fact...
The codified practice of talking out of your ass like, uh,
you have more evidence than you do.
Perp knows what he did.
When you know something,
it's hard to imagine the other person doesn't.
I'm just saying, Reid still works.
...multiple murders
when the AG gives us the word.
It's from the '50s.
I'm from the '50s.
I still work.
Karl, we're not here to talk about
your attempted murder of Rebecca.
That is, well... well, that's open and shut.
Our forensics lab matched your bite
to the bite marks on three other victims.
That's aggravated murder.
That's life three times over.
Sure.
Did you really think you could bite someone
without leaving your DNA behind?
Or that you could rape someone
and not leave anything behind?
Ooh. That got him right in the strict moral code.
Karl, let me ask you something.
Did they laugh at you?
That why you have to give those bitches...
All right, Esquivel.
You rape women during your time in the military?
Look, man, I was there.
I know the rules feel different over there.
I don't need to listen to this.
- See his foot? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, he's sure trying to hang on.
Did it start overseas, or were you always this way, huh?
- Esquivel. - Huh?
Enough.
You're no Scout/Sniper.
Special Forces.
You're a damn disgrace.
- What gives you the right... - All right, hey, hey.
Go cool off.
Nice job, Sarah Bernhardt.
He's young.
This is Wellig's lawyer.
What the hell do you mean dragging my injured client
all the way down here without notifying his counsel?
He waived.
You here to save him from himself?
I want to see him. Now.
Well, there's a procedure when somebody waives.
We're just respecting your client.
Sit tight. We'll be right with you.
Do you know what they do to rapists in prison?
I didn't rape anybody.
The evidence is pretty conclusive.
You know I didn't.
How?
How do I know you didn't rape those women?
No one raped them.
Now, how would you know that?
Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
The same DNA washes off spit.
It washes off... There's no way.
Keep digging, friend.
What do you mean, "washes off"?
- Washes off in water? - Yeah, in water.
Mm. We just told the press that bodies were found.
We never said they were found in water.
Look, you got something to offer, you say it.
Second-degree murder here in D.C.,
not federal court, a shot at parole.
You can do that?
I got a direct line to the Attorney General.
I can make this happen for you.
Murder two, huh?
On a big, fancy triple homicide
that's already been in the news?
Come now, that's not how you boys roll.
You got no evidence at all. Do you?
Damn it. He's playing us.
"Rebecca Clark-Sherman sends her regards."
He knows this game better than we do.
What is that, from a fed book?
He is not scared of us at all.
You take your deal up your ass.
I don't need your deal,
'cause I didn't kill anybody.
Son of a bitch.
Are you hungry?
I sent Bea home, but I can order in.
We can get those bao things you like.
I'm not hungry.
Honey, I keep telling you, if you work out this hard,
you have to eat more.
Precious is out of pee pads.
Can you get some?
Bea can take her out.
You just said you sent Bea home.
You can take her out.
Not far, not for a walk.
Just outside. Just outside the door.
Can you just get more pee pads, please?
I-I-I'll go with you.
Forget it.
- Look, I-I want you just to try... - I'll just keep her in my room.
Yeah, I'm looking into...
Got your lunches.
Ardelia, what's the number again?
Starling, right?
Hold on.
Clarice Starling?
Can I help you?
I just want to say we're all big fans at BPD.
Okay.
My partner also offered to give me $20
if I asked for your number.
Hey, she's investigating a murder.
Um, thanks for the sandwiches, though.
Uh, Wellig's is here, too. It's, uh... It's labeled.
Okay. Thanks.
Hey, uh, you should come up for subs.
Krendler bought lunch to try to smooth things over
with Baltimore PD.
Also, he's trying to stall Wellig seeing his lawyer.
Maybe in a minute. I've got some bad news.
I grabbed your lab results, and your hit man's teeth
are no match at all for the bite marks on the victims.
We got the wrong guy?
He definitely didn't bite them.
I was sure in my bones, Ardelia.
Any DNA evidence?
None. There's no foreign cells around the bite marks,
no saliva, no blood, nothing to remotely even...
We found the bodies in the water, so...
But you found Sandra Bishop in her house.
All right, thanks.
Did we get a DNA match?
It has got to be Wellig, right?
Three women murdered by the same guy for talking to a reporter.
We then get that guy at the reporter's house,
trying to murder her.
- I mean, I'm not crazy. This is... - No, you're not... you're not crazy.
But I guess that also means the forensics aren't good for us.
You think you might go back in there?
Why?
He's not gonna break, and I'm not you.
I can't see through people.
It means something to him that you're both snipers.
I could see that.
Esquivel, you sat with Angela Bird's kid.
He's a good kid, a good boy.
His mother deserves more.
He's right. I got out of hand.
- That was, uh... - You have a mission.
Yeah.
You been shot before?
Heard them go by, felt them go by, but...
You're not thirsty?
Water.
I hate root beer.
I can try to get you something else if you'd like.
What's going on?
No, it's fine.
"My crosshair steady.
My trigger cold."
"I love the recoil.
I watch him fold."
It's funny.
We see each other at a bar
or anywhere else, we're brothers.
But here, we sit on either side of this table.
It isn't easier on this side, you know.
We have the same skills,
but back in the day,
we flip a guy's switch and it's, "Job well done, bro."
No paperwork, no Use of Force inquiry.
You could feel...
In Panama once, I had this runner
telling our positions to their snipers.
Skinny and fast.
I mean...
You could not lead this kid.
But I stayed with him for a quarter mile.
Breathed with him.
Got right in his head with him, you know?
And he thought, "I'm good."
But I was like...
"I got you."
Right through the neck.
He runs another 10 yards before he realizes...
"Oh, snap, I'm dead."
No paperwork.
God. He's not making this up, is he?
Here, I'm the bitch of my team.
This new girl... she just got here.
She knows more than me.
Someone's always got me in their sights.
Anyway, I kind of miss it, you know?
Permission.
Man, your commanding officer must have loved you.
You sure shoot who they tell you to shoot, don't you, boy?
And you don't?
You think I'm compromised and you're not
'cause you're a fed now?
This whole thing is compromised.
"Compromised."
Esquivel, time to step out.
Mr. Wellig's lawyer is here.
- Hold on. He's blinking. - I didn't...
I didn't... I didn't ask for a lawyer.
Can I get your bar number? You know, standard protocol.
What firm are you with?
Well, he's here now filling out paperwork.
I don't need a lawyer.
I don't want a lawyer.
I told you I don't need one.
His voice just pitched higher.
Can you come with me?
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
And I told you he's here now filling out paperwork.
- I don't want a lawyer. - He's filling out paperwo...
I don't need one!
Hey, I don't think we're done talking.
I think we are.
Hey!
What the hell?
- That lawyer... - Spooked him, bad.
Okay, where's the lawyer now?
Tripathi went to get him.
Okay. Let Wellig stew a minute.
Hey.
That was smart, what you did in there.
You know, the thing about your skill set
is you only get half the story.
You're carrying the people you shot,
and you never get to carry the people you saved.
He didn't give us anything in there.
He... He laughed in my face.
No, he told us why he's not talking.
He did?
He thinks we're compromised, corrupt.
He's trapped, and he's scared, and he does not trust us.
Something's wrong with the bite marks.
Besides not matching your suspect's teeth?
I just can't see it.
There seems to be no side-to-side jaw motion.
If I bit through skin, wouldn't there be more
of a gnawing motion?
Maybe he bit her after she died.
Why bite her if it's not going to hurt her?
I mean, isn't the pain the point?
If you're a serial killer.
- This guy's more of a mechanic. - Mm.
I gotta get back.
He got out? He left the building?
He disappeared like a...
Like your analogy.
Yeah. Look, I couldn't legally hold him, okay?
He dumped me.
I feel like an ass, and the week's just started.
There's no way that guy's a lawyer, okay?
He's Houdini, or he had help from the inside.
Have security check the closed-circuits for this guy.
Lab called back.
Teeth marks don't match, no DNA.
No.
Wellig's our guy.
What's our evidence? How we getting him?
A confession. We use the lawyer.
Wellig's scared of him, and he doesn't know we lost him.
Your lawyer is dead set on seeing you.
The Sixth Amendment says that I don't have to.
I signed your forms.
I waived my right.
Mm-hmm.
You say you don't want to see your lawyer,
and then all of a sudden, we've coerced you
into waiving your rights.
This is me laughing.
_
You cop to killing Angela Bird, Tess Laughty,
and Sandra Bishop today,
I find a way to get you concurrent sentences
away from general population.
That's the best deal you're gonna get from me.
Think about it.
Clock's ticking.
What is that?
A standard dental teaching model.
I got it from a dental-supply store.
This one is a perfect match to the victims' bite marks.
That's why there's no saliva, no DNA.
So he could have done it, and it gives me state-of-mind.
First principles.
The wounds don't kiss.
He was told... ordered by someone
to make it look like a crazy guy.
- He did it the only way he could. - I don't like this.
This is deep and dark, Clarice.
He's not a serial killer,
and if we give him that designation,
then we lose the bigger conspiracy.
Problem is, the AG wants a serial killer. Today.
You've got to live with yourself tomorrow.
He's right there. We got him right there.
Um, sir?
I'm sealing this up.
Um, Mr. Krendler, sir.
May I speak to you privately?
No.
The AG wants what she wants.
You gave us information that flipped.
I don't have time for another coin toss.
Do you have invasive thoughts?
They can cause you to act... impulsively.
What was that?
I'm sorry. I'm... I'm sorry. It was an accident.
Was your accident aimed at me?
Of course not, sir.
Sir, Karl Wellig might have done the killing,
but he's not the only one responsible.
If it weren't for the politics, wouldn't we be...
Well, why doesn't Wellig tell us who's responsible, then?
Why did he change his mind on your deal?
I don't think he did.
I think someone else changed it for him.
Who?
You.
Sir, you did 100% the right thing
when you retracted my statement
that these murders are part of a conspiracy.
100%.
But Wellig knows the truth, so to him,
it looks like a cover-up...
a cover-up that is so deep
they're sending people to kill him.
Um, Ardelia Mapp found these.
They are a perfect match to the victims' wounds.
He didn't bite them.
He just made it look like he did.
Karl Wellig is not a serial killer.
He's a part of something much bigger.
You think I'm the one who wants to play politics?
The politics find me.
I can get a confession.
You? After that outburst, I'm about to send you home.
You're wondering if I'm okay.
And at this point, so is Wellig.
Use that to your advantage.
He thinks I'm the weak link.
You might be.
Yes, sir.
Send me in.
Well, it's the merry-go-round.
The offer is Witness Protection.
I understand we need to keep you safe.
We all understand that now.
We believe an assassin was sent here to kill you today.
WITSEC for everything about who hired you to kill Angela Bird,
Tess Laughty, Sandra Bishop, and Rebecca Clark-Sherman.
Okay.
I know this is what you used
to make the bite marks on their skin.
You know why I think you used it?
I think whoever hired you told you to bite the women,
to make it look like a madman,
but you didn't want to do that.
You always do your job. I know.
You follow your orders.
Killing is killing,
but desecration... that's another thing.
And you were not gonna do that.
Not to these women.
Well, damn.
You may be the straightest shooter in here.
Ah.
All these things you've done.
All these things you've been asked to do.
I think maybe it started as something better.
Purer.
I know it's been a long road to get you here,
to where they're asking you to leave bites on women.
We're going to protect you, but tell us who it was.
Who told you to do something like this?
Who told you to desecrate their bodies?
Tell me.
You know, my daddy... he used to drink this crap all the time.
Bought it by the case load.
I hated it.
Mm.
Still don't like it.
Who hired you?
I'd never worked with them before.
Here we go.
I'm always in and out, and it's done.
Clean.
But these guys wanted details.
Bite marks.
Who? Who is "them"?
I-I never even knew. I...
I-I only got a number. I didn't get a name.
I-I didn't know who they were.
Okay, what's the number?
It's... It's...
Wellig?
What the hell?
What's happening?
He's having a stroke. Call 911.
Wellig!
Wellig! Come on, now. Come on.
Wellig! Help.
Come on.
I don't have a pulse.
Move!
You said you saw the lawyer leave the building?
I swore I did. Where else could he have gone?
Lock down the building, now.
Ask the Baltimore PD guys,
see if they'll cover the exits and the parking lots.
Wellig's is here, too. It's, uh... labeled.
Wait, stop! Detain the cops, all of them.
Do not let them leave.
Go.
What? What do we got?
Security footage from the hallway.
This one. He was not with Baltimore PD.
Sergeant said he's never seen him before.
He's not a cop.
The lawyer was a Trojan horse to distract us,
to get "the cop" closer.
He brought us those damn sandwiches,
and I took that soda right in.
Paul, ASAC is here. He's pretty pissed.
He said nobody from ViCAP leaves the building.
He wants to talk to you first.
- Okay. - This is not good.
Here we go.
Sir.
Rebecca Clark-Sherman.
If they got to Wellig, they might be going after her.
Go.
_
Rebecca! It's Clarice Starling.
Please open the door.
Rebecca?!
Okay, get in there.
_
What do you mean she's gone?
She's dead?
Looks like she left town, but I don't know.
We lost Wellig, and Rebecca's notes and testimony with her.
The lab found something on the can.
Methyl iodide.
It's an industrial chemical found in pesticides and...
Pharmaceuticals.
Yeah.
Wellig was murdered, Starling,
in our own home.
This is gonna get very ugly.
Yes, sir.
But you were right to stay on this conspiracy track.
Let's see where it goes.
The vulnerable of our country...
- Catherine, honey. - ...no one remembers their names.
Not everyone who's been abducted by a monster...
...is lucky enough to be the daughter of a senator, sir.
Catherine, I...
...headlines to help sell your president's crime bill.
You have three daughters, Llewellyn.
Imagine someone out there field-dressing one of them
like a deer.
Do you really believe that I wouldn't,
that every mother wouldn't give everything
to spare their child that?
The monsters among us aren't aberrations.
They're a reflection of who we are.
What we do with them and how we decide to root them out...
...is also a reflection of who we are.
We all want to close the door on the darkest things
that have happened to us and never open it again.
But if you don't open that door,
you could stay locked behind it forever.
Or worse, something might break in on it
at the worst possible time.
I'd hate to see that happen to you.
I am having... impulsivity problems.
You had an outburst today?
I think I have some memories I need to look at.
Think you're ready to look at them?
I am.
But not with you.
You're trying to gaslight me, sir.
I'm trying to get you to face...
You might think you are.
You're just not very good at your job.
Ah.
Well, then.
I wish you luck finding someone who's better at it than I am.
Thank you.
I actually need to find someone
who's better at it than I am...
and someone who shoots straight.
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