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I didn't hear you.

Anyways, brought

your drive back.

Thanks.

Whatcha playing?

"Dead Rising." F***!

You f***ing scared me.

Sorry, dude.

Garrett Hoffman?

Yeah.

Police.

Detective Yarden.

And then...

after she threw up?

I left.

I was home before midnight.

Don't suppose there's anyone

who can confirm that for us?

Yeah. Uh, the girl

that was here before.

She was over late.

Pink hair?

Yeah, we work together.

Editing till around 2:00.

She can testify to that.

We... we have edit logs,

and you can see when we uploaded.

Alright.

Write down her name and number.

Looks like this was

just a botched robbery.

But you were the last person

seen with the victim

at the club.

I... I didn't even know

her last name.

Well, I hate to say it,

but in this case,

that's a good thing.

First person we look for

is someone who knew the victim.

Yeah, it doesn't really feel

like a good thing.

That's because

you're not an a**hole,

which is the second thing

that we look for.

How many people

watch your, uh, show?

Two million.

That's about a million girls.

No, I don't do that.

Not with fans.

Why the hell not?

Hi, this is, um...

FanGirl.

Found it.

- Got it. Found the lock.

- Great job.

One second,

one second. Hold on.

Um...

welcome to the casa de Lyle.

Uh...

One second, one second.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Mmm. Hey!

Where's that, uh, killer scotch?

Right!

So...

about Garrett.

Well, f*** him.

I thought the idea was f*** me.

Same thing.

Yes, it is.

Is your bathroom clean?

Absolutely.

Mm-hmm.

I'm not going to, uh...

To run into anything

we're both going

to regret, am I?

No.

Oh.

But hang on.

Oh!

Oh! No!

No, Moose, no!

Get off me! Get off!

Oh!

Die!

Okay! Thank you for letting

us into your devices.

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We good?

Got it!

That is a wrap.

Catch, much?

I... I had a rough night.

You okay?

Yeah, it's just... allergies.

I'll be fine.

You okay?

Yeah, um...

I'm just trying to figure out

if I screwed something up.

Well, don't be a wuss.

I mean, don't be an a**hole,

but don't be a wuss.

That's not really helping.

Not really my job.

Hey, this is Garrett Hoffman.

Hey, this is Garrett Hoffman.

Hey, this is Garrett Hoffman.

Hey, this is Garrett Hoffman.

Hey, this is...

Hey there, you.

Hey.

Uh, your text yesterday.

I'm sorry. There was

some stuff going on.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

No, it's just...

What is it?

I met this girl, and...

And she died. Uh, she was

killed in, like, a robbery.

Were you close?

No, I was just

at this club for Lyle,

and she was drunk,

so I took her home,

you know, because

she couldn't drive.

And then...

It's just so insane.

It's like being on the corner

and seeing somebody

get hit by a bus.

It was just this random...

I'm so sorry.

No, it's... it's okay.

It was like

a wake-up call.

You know?

I just wanted to call you

and let you know

that I wasn't blowing you off.

Uh, I have been thinking

about what happened with us.

Me too.

I was really freaked out.

And maybe I overreacted,

or I'm not being fair.

I don't know. I just...

So, what do we do?

Maybe we try again.

And take it slow.

I'd like that.

Uh, listen, I gotta go,

but I'll call you later, okay?

I'm here.

Hi.

We love your videos.

We love your videos.

Thank you. Thanks.

You wanna do...

I'm here.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

This is Garrett Hoffman.

I let it go to voicemail.

I'm wet.

Garrett?

What the f***?

Shh, it's okay.

No, no, no. It's not okay!

Hey.

You called me.

What?

You called me. You said

you wanted to try again.

I... yeah! Like coffee.

Come on, Garrett.

We're way beyond coff...

How the hell did you

even get in here?

Okay, fine. Forget it!

Wait, what? You're mad?

I am giving you everything,

and you are giving me nothing.

You're playing f***ing

mind games, Garrett!

You know what? F*** you!

I deserve better.

Nuh-uh.

I'm not playing

mind games, Michelle.

Shell!

Shell. F***.

I'm f***ing confused.

No sh*t.

Could you just wait a second?

No, f*** you!

You're a f***ing sociopath!

Y-y-you're selfish,

and you... you use people!

You use everybody!

I gave up everything for you!

Who asked you to?

Oh my God!

Whoa. Whoa!

Oh my...

Jesus, Garrett.

I didn't do that.

God!

I swear I did not do that.

I'm sorry.

No, it's okay, it's okay.

Let me see, let me see.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Sh*t.

I'm getting blood on everything.

No, no, no.

It's okay, it's okay.

Yeah, I think we need

to get you to a doctor though.

No, no. We can just

wrap it up. It's fine.

You're gonna need stitches.

It's fine.

Shell...

I can't.

They'll ask me how it happened

and who did this to me,

and I am bad at lying, Garrett.

Just help me get home.

I feel so stupid.

No, it was an accident.

The... no, the whole thing...

Moving here, finding you.

You need help going back?

Like, expenses or anything?

No, thank you.

I love you.

Okay.

I... I mean, I get it.

I wasn't talking about

anything happening.

I was just, you know...

expressing a feeling.

You're a good guy, and...

I'm gonna be okay.

Yeah.

Do you know what I need?

An ice cream soda.

Do you want one?

Just a parting ice cream soda.

Yeah. Yeah, sounds good.

You slept with a girl

that you met on the Internet.

You don't want to sleep with

her anymore, so she's pissed.

No, no, no.

This is like a stalker.

Okay? I'm famous.

Has she threatened you?

Yeah. Yeah, she told me

she'll never stop loving me.

Has she threatened you

with anything bad?

No.

Alright, look.

Son, with all due

respect to your fame,

this is more or less

a domestic situation.

Okay, yes, but...

Well, we hate those.

It's all he-said, she-said,

and then someone

recants in the next day.

Alright, well if she drugged

me, is that not a crime?

Absolutely.

Then do a blood test.

It only proves that

you took a drug,

not that she gave it to you.

Well, then, what about

a restraining order?

On what grounds?

Well, she broke into my house.

He said.

She said,

"He invited me in."

Oh, God.

We had this girl,

very bright,

putting herself

through medical school

working at a lap dance joint.

She gets this customer

who has a bad sense

of boundaries.

This is a very determined girl,

and she's not gonna let

some loser derail her dreams.

So, one night when

she sees him in the parking lot

waiting for her after work,

I'll bet that the last thing

that went through her head...

I mean before the bullet...

Was "No, I have

a restraining order."

Don't fuel the fire.

Don't communicate.

Don't go where you might

run into each other.

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