On the Other Hand, Death Page #8

Oh, it was part

of the sting, Bailey.

Save it for the jury.

This is gonna be

a shitload of paperwork.

Yeah, he does that.

Welcome to my world.

The only thing

I haven't been able to figure out

is why did he have Garritty

hire us to follow her?

Guess it really was

a coincidence.

Well, like you said,

a good detective...

Kenny!

Hey, Edie,

it's gonna be okay.

I'm gonna be by your side

the whole time.

Don't you worry.

Someday, when I'm old

like all you guys,

I hope I have an amazing

relationship, too.

Yeah.

What's your E.T.A?

What?

It was a compliment!

That's a roger, Dispatch.

I got nothing

to say to you.

Look, we got started

on the wrong foot.

Well, why don't we

just keep it that way?

What the hell are these?

They're

autopsy photos.

Teen suicides.

Hey, your son

is begging for your help.

He's my little boy.

Yeah, I know.

What's this?

Called

the Trevor Project.

Sometimes parents need

about as much help

as their kids dealing

with this stuff.

What did

he want, Dad?

My son.

Naked?

Well, you wanted

to hear the whole story.

Well!

I don't want to anymore.

Well, that is

your prerogative,

but I'm not keeping

any secrets from you.

Never again.

I guess Andrew and I

aren't as much alike as I thought.

No. Thank God.

I like you

much better.

Do you think Edith

will be okay?

I do.

My bet is,

with a plea bargain,

she'll probably

do six months,

maybe a year or two

of house arrest after that.

She'll be all right.

- With Dorothy by her side?

- Mm-hmm.

- And Dorothy got her job back.

- She did.

These kids need her.

And she needs them.

Do you think

we'll still be together

Oh, yes.

We will.

You'll still be carping

about our second date.

Well, you were flirting

with that wannabe

outlaw biker.

I was not flirting.

We were having

a conversation.

With your back to me.

For, like,

Maybe.

It was not

more than that.

- How would you know?

- How do I know that?

You... You had

How would you know anything?

And you were taking notes.

I was terrified.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing.

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