02x02 - Grace

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Previously on Tru Calling:

You're in medical school now.

Are you committed
to saving lives or not?

Yes, I'm committed.

Don't you see? I gave you a gift.

I gave you the perfect excuse
to walk away.

Actually, you gave me
every reason to stay.

You missed quite a day. Jack came back,
and my father moved to town.

Are you offering me a job?

What do you say?
Wanna work come for the old man?

He does love his sister,
and that bond is stronger than you think.

So's the bond between father and son.

Good people have to die too, Tru.
You know that as well as I.

You say you're not a k*ller.
What do you call what you're doing?

My job.

Every cadaver has a story.
Treat it with respect...

...and you will be privileged
to learn from it.

Break into groups. Four to a cadaver.

Excuse me.

Are you the girl who answered Seidel's
trick question and made him look bad?

- I don't know if I made him look bad.
- Guys, this is her. We want you.

How awkward. She means
for our lab group. We need a fourth.

- And you want me?
- Absolutely.

You cut Seidel off at the knees,
which was so hot.

Obviously, you're brilliant,
and because you're auditing...

...you're not gonna affect
the grade curve.

Tyler says
that you're the perfect woman.

- Jensen.
- Tru.

You got a really deft hand
with that duodenum.

I suppose you hear that
all the time though.

Thanks. Sorry, I work nights.
It was a long shift.

- Didn't get much sleep.
- You must get jaded quickly...

...if you're yawning in a room
with dead bodies.

- What is with this bag?
- What's wrong with the bag?

- It's a gift for Lexi.
- Jensen looked up from his books...

...Iong enough to get a girlfriend.
We were all very relieved.

- "Essence of Roses."
- Essence of Roses.

Avery, what...? What are you doing?

I can't put it on myself.
What if I don't like it?

I don't need you to analyze it.

I need you to tell me if it's a gift
that says I care about you...

...or that you smell bad.

I don't know, it depends
on where she sprays it.

Nice. Very nice.

That's no way to handle
a gallbladder, Mr. Lee.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Lexi's perfume.

I'm sorry.

Hey, smells better than formaldehyde.

What is that smell?

What smell?

It smells like roses and formaldehyde.

- So, Harry, what's with the camera?
- Oh, it's nothing.

Just my first solo gig
at Dad's law firm.

The training wheels are off, baby.
Check it.

These two guys got in a fight
on a golf course...

...and one of them is filing an A&B.

- A&B?
- Yeah, as*ault and battery charge.

He claims he was too hurt
that he couldn't leave the house.

Well, I happen to know
that he's a major hockey fan...

...and he's got tickets
to tonight's game.

So you're gonna be taking shots of him
jumping up and high-fiving his friends.

And when I lay those pictures down
on Dad's desk, he's gonna love me.

Love me.

I'm glad you are getting along.
I know how much that means to you.

Yeah, it's great. You know, you two
are getting along, right?

And... I don't know, maybe we were
just too hard on him.

Maybe.

- Hi, mind if I join you?
- Oh, Dr. Allen.

- No, go ahead.
- Oh, you can sit down.

Oh, damn.

- I forgot to ask for sugar.
- Oh, have one of mine.

- Oh, sh**t.
- Is it all right?

Yeah, it's just a little
wool-polyester fiber.

Mmm.

Did you get the memo
about the fire drill?

- No, I didn't.
- Tomorrow afternoon.

I like to warn people because
sometimes that alarm goes off...

...at the most inconvenient times,
when you're in the toilet...

...or you're elbow deep
in someone's chest cavity, and...

Well, I suppose I should go back
across the street.

- Okay.
- Bye.

Bye.

Thanks.

I'm just cursed. I'm just...

I'm sure it wasn't that bad.

When the saints were around
my cradle, they said:

"He will be able to analyze 60 kinds
of b*llet wounds...

...but when it comes
to conversational skills, none."

I thought you didn't even like
small talk.

- I hate small talk.
- So then why would it bother you if...?

Ah.

What was that? What was that "ah"?

It's just an "ah," Davis.
There's no agenda.

Okay.

- Harry.
- Hey, it's me.

- I got those pictures.
- Congratulations.

Yeah, it came at a price though.
The guy's got a mean right hook.

- Ouch.
- It's worth it. I can't wait to show Dad.

I am so happy for you.
I'll call you later, okay?

- Yeah.
- Bye.

- Yeah, about the "ah"...
- Talk to her again.

Find a topic you can both
get excited about.

I find that my interests don't overlap
with the rest of humanity's.

Okay. Thomas Burrell, M.D.

Looks like a note he
scribbled to himself.

- What is it, a grocery list?
- "Varden"...

...and an arrow pointing to "DSM3."

Must be a psychiatrist.

- How do you figure?
- Well, you see...

Please.

Help me.

That's no way to hold
a gallbladder, Mr. Lee.

I am so sorry.

I'll thank you not to bring your feminine
trinkets into the lab, Miss Davies.

No. I'm sorry, I'll go tell him
it was mine.

It's all right, but I have to go.

Is it me, or does Tru seem
a little abrupt?

Help me.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Is he in?
- Yes, go on in.

Thanks.

I rewound.

- Got it. Day two. Cause of death?
- Shot in the back at Fourth Street Market.

What's your strategy?
My daughter is expecting you...

...and her record's been good since Luc,
which was a stretch of the rules.

I told you. Luc was meant as a lesson.

Not a lesson she seems
to have learned from.

I am not losing this guy to Jack.

- You did well against him last time.
- That's the point.

There's an opportunity here
to take things to another level.

Learn from the mistake you made
with her mother.

- Marrying her?
- k*lling her.

We know that won't help.

The ability only goes to someone else.

No, Tru has to be rendered powerless.

And I have an idea
on how we can do that.

- Who's the victim?
- Thomas Burrell, M.D.

Must be a psychiatrist.
His office is at...

...87 Third Street.
- I'm going straight there.

Maybe I can head him off
before he goes to the market.

Hey. I'm sorry to bother you...

...but your receptionist
seems to be away.

Oh. Um...

Well, I'm sure she'll be back
in a minute.

- Can I help you?
- I hope so.

L... I've been going through
a lot of changes lately...

...and I was thinking maybe it's time
to talk to someone about them.

- Could you be more specific, Mr...?
- Goodwin.

- Paul Goodwin.
- Dr. Burrell.

What do you hope to get
out of therapy, Paul?

Well, I have
a very high-stress job...

...and I wouldn't mind learning
some coping skills.

May I ask what it is you do?

You might say I'm a repo man.

People cheat, try to hold on
to what's no longer theirs...

...and when that happens,
I come and take it back.

Well, I can see
where that might be stressful.

People must get angry with you
all the time.

They do. They fail to realize
that what I do isn't personal.

Laws are there for a reason.

- Someone has to say no.
- Mm-hm.

Well, Tuesday at 5 for a beginning?

- Great.
- Good.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.
I don't know where Jan's gone.

This is Dr. Burrell. May I help you?

I see. And who made the referral?

Thanks, I'm ready.

No. That shouldn't be a problem at all.

I'll just lighten my caseload.

No, I tell you what.
Well, Jan's out of the office right now.

When she gets back I'll just get her
to move some things around.

No. No problem. You're welcome.

Hi. You know what, I gotta run.
Tuesday at 5, right?

- That'll be fine.
- Great.

I should mention, I've got an ex-girlfriend
who's just a little Fatal Attraction.

She cornered my last shrink
with a lot of questions.

Claimed the doctor
was in some sort of "danger."

She was trying to invade my privacy,
you know?

No, I promise you, I take doctor-patient
confidentiality very seriously.

I figured that. Thanks, doc.

See you Tuesday.

Dr. Burrell.

Oh, you're too late.
The good doctor just left.

How do you know these things?

How do you get to a victim
before I do?

Does Apple tell Microsoft?

We're not business rivals.
This is about people's lives, Jack.

Our business is people's lives, Tru.

I'm not gonna stand here
arguing with you...

...because I've got a job to do.

Love the perfume.

See you.

- Dr. Burrell.
- Yes?

I need to talk to you.
It's an emergency.

- Would you mind coming with me?
- Coming where?

I can't talk here,
but it'll only take a minute.

If you wanna talk,
make an appointment with my office.

No, there isn't time.

Dr. Burrell.

Dr. Burrell.

- Police!
- My God!

She k*lled that man!

No, I...

Hands in the air. You're under arrest.

I didn't do it. Someone shot him,
and they're getting away.

They were arguing.
She shot him when he turned.

- It did look like that.
- I was only talking to him.

- Ma'am, your name would be?
- Kelly Robson.

Tru, what's the deal?

I thought you were supposed to be
the responsible one.

Handcuffs?

No problem. I see this all the time.

If you're in this predicament again,
a good penknife will get you out.

I don't usually carry a penknife.

Well, any sharp blade will do.

How many times
have you been in these?

You know what? Don't answer that.

What's that smell?

- Hi.
- I'm in trouble.

I tried to stop the m*rder,
but things didn't go well.

- I need to see you.
- I would advise against that.

Are there, by any chance, cops there?

That would be correct.

I'm sorry that we won't
be seeing each other today.

I got to him too late. Jack was there.

He set me up.
It all happened so quickly.

I was standing there
listening to him lie to the police...

...so I got out of Dodge.

Sometimes situations like this
can have a legal solution.

- You want me to turn myself in?
- No.

I think he wants me to talk to Dad.

Well, he's got a point, Tru.

Dad's a criminal-defense lawyer.

I mean, this is what he does.

Okay, message received.
I'd better go. Call you later.

- Okay.
- Who was that?

That was my contractor.
He's working on my bathroom...

...and he said
he'd have it ready today, but...

They never show up.

- Dad, something happened.
- I know. The police were here.

Come sit with me.

Honey, you're gonna
have to tell me everything.

- Son, would you mind waiting outside?
- No, it's okay.

Harrison, please.

Sure. Yeah. Outside.

Dad, this is all a setup. I didn't do it.

You should know that the police
have already begun investigating you.

They found your name
in his appointment book for therapy.

- They know you were his patient.
- I wasn't his patient.

They also found a file
with your name on it in his office.

I never even met this man
before he was k*lled.

A number of witnesses say
they saw you having...

...an argument with this man.
What was that about?

I never had a g*n when I was arrested.
Does that mean anything?

Prosecutions go ahead
without the weapon.

A place that crowded, people tramping
through the crime scene...

...anybody could've kicked it,
anyone could've picked it up.

The police will not see that as significant
because they have a witness.

This witness is the man that framed me.
His name is Jack Harper.

He's looking for a way
to bring me down.

Why would he wanna do that?

Because we have this past, Dad.

It's complicated.

Dad, why did you ask Harrison
to step outside?

Because I thought you might have
something to tell me...

...that you wouldn't want him to hear.

I have to go.

Tru.

- He thinks I'm guilty.
- No. You just misunderstood him.

Harry, he believes that I k*lled someone,
that I'm a m*rder*r.

He must've had his mind made up
before I got there.

I was stupid to expect
that just because he's my father...

I'm on my own in this.

No. Look, you are not
on your own, okay?

You got me.

I'm not some hotshot lawyer, okay?
But I know people.

I know a guy who can get us
some fake IDs, passports.

We can go to Mexico, Thailand. Really.

I'll find a job.

You could look for an opening
at a morgue.

There's dead people
all over the world, right?

I don't think it'll work, but thank you.

Come on, let's go.

- Good job.
- It is the humanitarian approach.

What harm could she do behind bars
for the next 50 years?

Okay, so she could save a few felons,
I'll give her that.

Did you know that when
the guillotine was invented...

...the idea came from a physician?

Dr. Guillotin.

He thought that was humanitarian too.

Well, it was quick.

You sure you can talk?

- You okay?
- Usually, if the day were this bad...

...I'd do it over,
except I'm doing it over already.

Burrell's body got here a half-hour ago.

Okay, you'll find a piece of paper
on the body.

And there's a note scribbled.
"Varden" and "DSM3."

You knew he was a psychiatrist
from what you found on the body.

- How's that possible?
- It must be the DSM3.

That's the Diagnostic and Statistical
Manual of Disorders.

It's kind of the bible
of psychiatric diagnosis.

It's weird, though, because the third
edition was replaced by number four...

...back in the '90s.

Is any of this helping you, or...?

I wish I could say it was.

Because I have this crazy idea, I guess.

Right now, I'm so open.

Well, if you can get in contact
with Burrell's body...

...he might ask for help again.

And that way your day could restart,
and you can get yourself...

...out of this mess. It's a long shot,
but it may be the only shot we have.

The problem is that there's still
way too many police here.

If I can't get to the body,
maybe you could bring it to me.

Well, I find that cadavers
tend to get noticed in public.

I know one place
where they're old news.

The anatomy lab on campus.
It should be empty right now.

- I'll meet you there.
- Okay.

Yeah, and fleeing to Thailand
was a crazy idea.

Look, I can do this on my own,
but they'll be searching for my car.

Lend me yours?

I'm driving.

Hey.

So some alone time
with Mr. Gorenstein?

Yeah, I'm just reviewing
this morning's work. What about you?

- Me? Same thing.
- Well, pull up a stool.

Wouldn't you rather pull up a stool
at the coffee shop, say?

- Are you asking me out for coffee?
- No, I'm just confused is all.

I mean, you seem like the last person
in our class who'd need to review.

I mean, you're brilliant.

You graduated college early,
masters in chemistry.

Teachers are already impressed with you,
so take a break.

Did Avery tell you that
in the two minutes it took me...

...to get sponges this morning?

- Maybe.
- Yeah.

It's not the professors
I really need to convince.

Heard of the Bettendorf Clinic?

Right up there with Mayo
and Johns Hopkins.

My dad's kind of their poster child.

Some people say he's
the top diagnostician in the country.

- Hard to live up to.
- Yeah.

No, besides from
the inhumanly high standards...

...he's kind of like Martha Stewart,
you know?

And I just keep
folding the napkins wrong.

I know what you mean.

Yeah, I never know
what my dad's gonna be.

Which is why there's no point
in being here on a nice day...

...trying to impress these guys.

Um...

Tru?

Look, I'm in trouble,
and I can't explain why...

...but I need you to trust me.
Don't tell anyone I'm here.

What are you doing? Tru?

Tru, is there something
I should know here? Tru?

I'm Officer Gomez.

Maybe you can help me.
I'm looking for a Tru Davies.

I understand Miss Davies
audits class in here?

Yeah, in the morning she does,
but it's over now.

- So you're acquainted with her?
- Yeah, she's a medical student.

She's in my anatomy class.

What can you tell me?

Um...

May I ask why it is
that you're looking for her?

She's wanted for questioning
in regard to a m*rder.

Oh, so you're looking for her
as a witness?

We'd just like to speak with her.

What's that smell?

Oh, that's perfume. I dropped a bottle.
It was a gift for my girlfriend.

- What do you think?
- I think it's a little strong.

Why should I have to
fork over my hard-earned taxes?

Excuse me?

Hey, can I help you?

You mind if we check that?

Wait right here.

Gomez here.

He did?

No. I wanna question him myself.

Make sure he doesn't leave.

I have to go.

Here's my card. You can reach me
at that number any time.

Was there something
you wanted to tell me?

Just if I hear anything, I'll call you.

Tru, what the hell is going on?

Thank you. Just thank you.

You did the right thing.

Hopefully, I'll be able
to explain this to you someday...

...or that I won't have to.

Tru, what are you...?

Thanks, officer. Mr. Davis.

It's actually just Davis.

Why don't we have a little chat.

Tru. Tru, you gotta get back
to the car.

The cops are looking for you.
You can't stay in one place too long.

Where the hell's Davis?
He didn't show up with the body...

...and he's not answering the phone.

May I?

Davis, what's going on?

It's Detective Gomez, Miss Davies.

Guess what. You're number one
on your boss 's speed dial.

You need to think
about turning yourself in.

You're an intelligent woman. You're only
getting yourself deeper in trouble.

- And now your friends too.
- Triangulating.

Detective, I didn't k*ll that man.

Hang up the phone.

- That man was a good human being.
- Tru.

I was meeting him
because he told me about you.

- What?
- He wanted to discuss a patient.

I was never his patient.

Tru, they can trace the call.

It's down to a 12-block radius.

Your name was in his book,
you were seen with him...

...and you wanna tell me
you didn't know him?

Do yourself a favor and surrender.

Let your lawyer do the talking.

Give me that. Look, you keep this.
I got a work phone in the car.

- What are you gonna do with mine?
- I'm gonna drive away...

...make a call and throw it in a truck.

If there's one thing I know, it's sneaky.
What about you?

Davis got busted
so there's no rewind.

All I've got is a note from the doctor.

Varden and DSM3.

- So?
- Okay.

Can you do one more sneaky thing
for me before you go?

I need you to steal a book
from the medical library.

No problem.

Stay here, keep an eye on our friend.

Watch in case Miss Davies returns.
You never know.

Detective, as I've told you, I was taking
Dr. Burrell's body to the security crypt.

Generally, that is where we keep
high-profile cases.

I thought it was a good idea
at the time...

...because the suspect
was a morgue employee.

And, yes, Miss Davies
is on my speed dial.

But so is Funky Chicken
and Charmed Pizza...

...as well as
three other morgue workers.

Now, you've got your body.

I have a morgue to run.

Excuse me.

Thank you so much, Harry.
I really appreciate it.

And a little bonus for you.

Tru, you watch yourself.

They're handing these out to everyone
who passes the Union, okay?

Thanks.

Hi. Do you mind if I join you?

No, go right ahead.

Oh, damn. I forgot to ask for sugar.

I wanted to discuss
patient-therapist confidentiality.

Oh.

Davis, as a psychologist,
I'm employed by the city...

...but I respect anything you might
have shared during your evaluation.

Oh, I'm being hypothetical.

I'm writing a book.

Are you really? Wow.

Hands-on professional and a man
of words, all in one package.

Tell me you can do laundry
and we'll run away together.

Under what circumstances is it ethical
to discuss a patient with the police?

The laws vary from state to state...

...but basically,
when there's immediate threat.

Knowledge of a past crime
wouldn't be enough?

Only if it contributes to your belief
that there's a threat.

And past crime can help predict
future behavior.

You are a man
of many surprises, Davis.

- What's the book about?
- Hmm?

- Hello?
- It's me.

Harrison gave me your number.

He said something about putting
your phone in the back of a truck?

Oh, God, Davis, it's so good to hear
your voice. Are you all right?

I'm fine, don't worry about me.
Did you find anything about the note?

No. And the word's spreading.

I don't know how much time
I have left.

We still don't know what Varden means.

But if it is the k*ller's name,
and he is a patient...

... he probably will be in Burrell's files.

I thought of that.
But breaking into the man's office?

That's risky,
and the police could still be there.

And if Varden's not in the files,
then it was all for nothing.

Not necessarily.
I've been speaking with Carrie.

Search for someone the doctor
would assume...

... would present a danger.
Someone with a violent background.

I can't sit there all night
going through files.

- You're right.
- We'll hope the right one is near the top.

There's one more thing. Unless you have
a background as a jewel thief...

...I don't know about, I don't see you
just waltzing into a locked office.

Does the morgue still have
Burrell's personal effects?

- I see where you're going with this.
- Talk to you later.

I'll be right there.

Hey. Messenger.

- Package going to County Records?
- Make sure it gets there quickly.

Trust me, I got it.

You really came through today, Harry.

I'm good with emergencies.

It's that day-to-day stuff I can't hack.

Yesterday you were at a hockey game
right now...

...taking those pictures you wanted
for Dad. I'm sorry.

This is more important.
We stick together, sis.

And that way, Dad can be disappointed
in both of us.

Okay. Well, just get out of here.

I got my work phone. If any cops even
think about showing up, I'll call you.

Tru? Tru?

Harrison.

Varden. Varden.

"Donald Stuart Mitchell III."

DSM3.

"Violent tendencies.
Narcissistic personality.

Sense of entitlement.
Possible involvement...

...in the disappearance
of girlfriend, Grace Varden."

Looks like my tip was right.

Detective, listen to me. I'm holding
the k*ller's file in my hands right now.

Donald Stuart Mitchell.

He's the patient Dr. Burrell wanted
to talk to you about.

He must've found out
what the doctor was gonna do.

Oh, my God.

If he was at the market early enough
and saw you two talking...

...he'll wanna k*ll you too.

Put the folder down.
You're not doing yourself any good.

Listen to me.
He'll wanna k*ll you too...

...if he thinks you know
he k*lled Grace Varden.

Grace Varden?

Thanks. I think that file's mine.

- Relax, I'm not gonna k*ll you.
- No.

Because the police would only look
for another sh**ter.

This way I'm the end of the trail.
I go to prison for two murders.

- And one a cop-k*lling.
- I'll tell them the truth.

Feel free to tell them
whatever you want.

Because without this file,
it becomes a story you made up.

It's too bad the circumstances
aren't a little different.

Because you are a lot prettier
than Grace was.

Jack. He decked me.

Sorry, Harry.

There's nothing left to do.

Help me.

That's no way to handle
a gallbladder, Mr. Lee.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Thank you. Really.

But I really have to go.

Why are you taking that?

I don't have a penknife.

Is it me, or does Tru seem
a little abrupt?

- Day three?
- And two lives to save.

What I can find is that
Grace was a coed...

...who disappeared three years ago.
The cops think she was a m*rder victim.

But there's no evidence of what became
of her. They never found her body.

And her family is devastated, but they
have no idea what happened to her.

I have to make another call. Are you clear
on what I need you to do?

- Got it.
- Okay.

Hey, sis.

I'm on my first solo gig for Dad.

No time. It's a rewind day. Listen.

Yesterday, I was arrested for m*rder.
You got decked by Jack.

- I was what?
- Never mind.

Today, I'm gonna do things differently.
Jack's gonna do things differently too.

He'll throw a curve ball
where we least expect it.

Here's what I need you to do.

Dr. Burrell. You're here to meet
Detective Gomez.

Yes. Couldn't she make it?
Are you with the police?

You're in immediate danger
from one of your patients.

Donald Stuart Mitchell.
We think he's here.

If you'll go with this man,
he'll take you somewhere safe.

Thank you.

That was for yesterday.

I think.

Harrison, Harrison, get out of the way.
Your sister's in danger.

Whoa. Right. Coming from you?
I don't think so.

You got two targets today.

You're trying to make sure
that cop dies.

The k*ller thinks your sister is the cop.

Don't you see?
He saw her talking to the doctor.

Your sister is the target.

- Wouldn't that make you happy?
- No. Tru didn't die yesterday.

She's not supposed to die today.
Whatever you think of me, I don't care.

But do you wanna take a chance
with your sister's life?

- What are you doing?
- I'm saving your life.

Officer! Help!

Police. Nobody move.

- Jack.
- Watch this. The detective's all mine.

Hey, that's Detective Gomez.
She's the one you want.

Drop it.

You're under arrest
for the m*rder of Grace Varden.

I have a feeling Grace Varden's family
will finally be getting some closure.

Thank you.

Bye.

Well, it's been...

Well, it's been confusing as usual.

I gotta get out of here.
I got a job to do.

Those incriminating photos
don't take themselves.

Enjoy the hockey game.

And watch out
for a sudden right hook.

I never thought I'd know
anybody that was on the lam.

Yeah, it's more fun in the movies...

...when you're with Cary Grant
or Matt Damon.

Yeah. Well, you just had
Harrison and me.

Oh, Davis, please.

You guys were the best accomplices
a girl could want.

- Hey, Davis.
- Oh, hi.

I'm so absent-minded, I was in the
elevator when I realized I forgot sugar.

Oh, here.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

- Hi. Tru.
- Hi. Carrie. I've seen you around.

So seen any good cadavers lately?

Uh...

Yeah, actually I have. This guy came in
and his entire intestinal system was...

- It was orange.
- She was kidding.

I... I was too. It's, like...

...joking around and stuff.

- I should get back. Bye.
- See you.

- Bye.
- Enjoy the sugar.

Enjoy the sugar. God.

My complete ineptitude. Jeez.

- You like her.
- No, I don't.

Yeah, maybe. I don't know.

- Is there a day one for this?
- Didn't go well.

- Day two?
- Don't know. I was too busy to talk.

It probably didn't go very well.

There's some kind
of weird connection I have, though.

I'm probably full of myself.

Well, as a henchman
in my underworld g*ng...

...you were the best.

I don't know what happened
to etiquette.

It's been a week.
You don't call, you don't write.

Don't people still say thanks
when someone saves their lives?

I would thank you if you hadn't been
setting up Detective Gomez...

...to die at the same time.

Then there's that
"framing for m*rder" part.

You take things too personally, Tru.

A word of advice:
This med school thing is a nice dream.

But you can't have both worlds.

As long as you do what you do,
you don't belong in there.

My advice to you:
Work on being a gracious loser.

Tru can tell you I was right
about the metatarsals.

- You're not.
- She's right about the metatarsals.

It's gonna be like that
for the rest of the year?

You two ganging up?
It's not fun.

He knows I was right.