MARY: Previously on In PIain Sight.
O'CONNER ON PHONE: Special Agent Robert O'Conner.
I'm calling from New Jersey.
Are you the sister of Brandi Katherine Shannon?
Why are you asking?
PIease just answer the
question.
CHUCK: You're going to meet with a guy named Russell.
He's Spanky's brother.
Give him the suitcase, he gives you the dough,
and we're all set.
I'm going to Iet you decide who has to pay the price
for ripping me off.
Your boyfriend or your sister.
Well, hang on. I have the drugs.
I'II just get them to you.
Wrong answer.
Oh, my God, what did you do?
You don't want to get between me
and this investigation.
MARY: Since 1970, the Federal Witness
Protection Program
has relocated thousands of witnesses,
some criminal, some not,
to neighborhoods all across the country.
Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute
distinguishing them from the rest
of the general population.
And that is, somebody wants them dead.
(SIGHS)
STAN: His name is Neil 'Spanky' Carson.
I'II fax you a mug shot right now.
Yeah.
I don't care if you have to call out
the Minutemen.
Under no circumstances is he to cross the border.
Do you understand me? Thank you.
Spanky's resume.
Maybe there's something in here that will
clue us where he went.
Yeah, well, Iet's have a Iook.
I'd rather be the one out there
Iooking for him
than in here Iooking through
his case file.
Yeah, me too. But we're too tied in.
If we found him and had to use force,
it could Iook Iike revenge.
Which it might in fact be.
Mmm.
Do you believe Mary's story?
That he only wanted Brandi as Ieverage to get
his drugs back from Chuck?
You think Mary's protecting Brandi?
I think she might.
Check this out.
Spanky was arrested day before yesterday
right here in AIbuquerque.
For what?
Parole violation. A 911 endangered child call
put him in a motel room with a couple of tweakers
and an ounce of meth.
He was out on bail in a couple of hours.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What?
The tweaker couple they arrested
claimed the drugs they were holding
came from a girl named Brandi.
Why was Spanky at that motel?
I don't know. You should ask him.
I'm asking you.
I'm not going to tell you anything about Spanky.
O'CONNER: Then get ready to spend 25-to-life in prison.
RACHEL: You don't know Spanky, do you?
Afraid I haven't had the pleasure.
Why don't you tell me about him?
(SIGHS) Spanky's kind of like the Grand Canyon.
You kind of have to see it for yourself.
Can you get me some speed?
Maybe. If you tell me what I want to know.
If I tell you anything about Spanky,
he'II kill me.
SIowly.
O'CONNER: Listen.
The United States Government wants this guy Spanky
really bad.
And we can protect you. I promise.
If you testify against him, you'II get a new identity
and a whole new Iife.
Somewhere nice.
Your baby will get a new name, too.
You'II both be safe.
Okay, fine.
Now, can you hook me up
with some crank?
I'II see what I can do.
AII right.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Come in.
(DOOR OPENS)
Half-assed sandwich and a mug of Lipton's.
Half-assed sandwiches. I forgot all about them.
What goes into a half-assed sandwich again?
Bread and whatever the hell else you happen to
have on hand.
Is it my imagination, or did you once make
one out of
white bread, mustard and saltine crackers?
(LAUGHS)
That was the original half-assed sandwich.
But it was jelly, not mustard.
(GROANS)
Oh, you say that now, but back then...
We had the weirdest family.
(SIGHS)
No wonder I didn't have any friends.
Pickles? You've come a Iong way.
Can I get you anything?
No, thank you.
Oh, okay.
Come in. Sit down.
(CLEARING THROAT)
(MARY SIGHING)
So, are you furious with me?
I don't know what I am with you,
because honestly, I don't know what you are.
I'm just... I just...
(SHUSHING)
Just Iisten.
Mary, she... Mom, you Iisten, too.
Brandi, you are presently under investigation
for your part in the murder of two FBI agents.
What? I wasn't anywhere near...
If you are connected to this crime in any way,
the FBI will find out about it.
If there is any physical evidence connecting you
to this crime,
the FBI will find it and you'II be prosecuted.
This is a federal murder case.
It's a safe bet the U.S. Attorney General
will seek
the death penalty for anyone involved.
Mary, you're scaring her.
Good.
It's a scary situation.
Now, Iisten very carefully to
what I'm about to say.
This is the one time I cannot help you.
Should you feel the need to share the details
of your involvement in this with me,
I'II report anything I Iearn
to the FBI.
Mary...
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Answer me. Do you understand?
Yes.
Are you really not going to help her?
I'm really not.
You... You'd really turn in your own sister?
I really would.
PIease don't stare at me while I eat.
(GASPS)
Spanky sent us to buy a bunch of crank
from this chick.
She said she had 20 pounds
of pure crystal.
For all I know, it was all her deal.
Can you identify these people?
I have no idea who the dude is.
That's the chick. That's Brandi.
They're issuing warrants as we speak.
Guys. Guys. Come on.
Listen to me, you know Brandi.
She can't Iight a match without reading
the instructions.
There's no way my sister puts together
a deal Iike this.
I've got to be honest, we're more worried about
you than her right now.
We're talking about how Brandi's mess
Iands on you.
Sorry, not following.
I'm a bit dim right now.
If even a small part of what that woman
said is true,
or is believed to be true, the perception will be that
Brandi was Iiving in the house of
a Federal Marshal
orchestrating a major drug deal
that resulted in the murder of two FBI agents.
STAN: At best, it's the end of your career.
More than Iikely, it's a felony indictment.
And juries just Iove to hang cops.
She's my baby sister.
We know.
Oh, God.
What do you think I should do?
(SIGHS) You turn her in.
You find out what she knows, what she did
and you turn her in.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
It's the only way to get the onus
off you, Mary.
Stan here.
Really? When?
Great. Thanks.
Our guys got Spanky. They're bringing him in.
That's great.
You can Iet the security detail go.
There's nothing else to worry about here.
Get some rest.
Yeah. PIease.
Thank you for coming out.
(SNIFFLING)
MARSHALL: Good night.
(DOOR CLOSES)
So, can we get you a drink?
Maybe a diet cola? Something Iike that?
What? And poison my body
with artificial sweeteners?
Is it me, or have you noticed more and more
Iowlife scumbags
making healthy beverage choices?
I have, and I think it's great.
Good for you.
So, Spanky,
where to begin?
How about with up yours?
I'm not talking to any cops.
Yeah, well, we're not cops.
We're Marshals.
And frankly, I was hoping
for something
just a Iittle bit more original from you.
But, hey, that's Iife.
You make do, right?
Was the sister involved?
Did you contact her prior to the kidnapping?
We'II find out soon enough, anyway.
You might as well help yourself out
and cooperate.
Help myself out? You offering a deal?
Maybe. It depends on what you tell us.
So, Iet's see...
I'm on the hook for two dead FBI agents,
kidnapping a U.S. Marshal,
shooting her sister's boyfriend
in front of her, no Iess.
So, exactly, what kind of deal
are you offering me?
I get to pick out which arm
the needle goes in?
Face it. There's nothing you got
that I want.
In fact, there's nothing anyone's got that I want.
So, exactly, what is it
that you want?
What is it you think I'm going to tell you?
Just tying up Ioose ends.
You don't offer deals for Ioose ends.
This is... It's all about her,
isn't it?
The marshal and her sister.
Yeah. Why don't you tell us about the sister?
(LAUGHS) You're Iooking to get her off the hook,
aren't you?
Huh?
And make sure your fellow marshal
is in the clear?
We just want to know the truth.
Uh-huh. So, Iet's talk truth.
If you're not offering a walk,
there's nothing you got that I want.
And I'm not going to take nothing from you.
No deals. Not now, not ever.
In fact, if somebody asks, I'm going to tell them that
that bitch Brandi and your marshal, Mary,
was in on it together.
Anything else you'd Iike to discuss?
What's wrong?
A woman named Rachel Miller
just ID'd you
as a major meth dealer connected to Spanky.
A federal judge is issuing warrants.
(SOBBING) I... I've got to go. I've got
to get out of here.
Run now, not only will they grab you
before you reach the end of the block,
but you'II be instantly marked as guilty.
PIease, tell me what to do.
Call him.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SIGHS) I don't know...
Why won't you help your sister?
(SIGHS)
I gave her the name of a very good attorney.
It's the best help she can get right now.
Her boyfriend was murdered tonight,
and you haven't even said you're sorry.
Really? Really? You're telling me about it?
First of all, if he'd had his way,
it would have been me that got shot in the head.
Second of all, I was chained to a post
inches from him when it happened.
I'm sorry. I know you had
a difficult night...
A difficult night? A difficult night?
Is that what you think I had?
I'm sorry!
Bad choice. That's what you call
getting drugged,
getting kidnapped, coming this close
to getting raped?
A difficult night? Jesus.
Remind me never to go clubbing with you.
Honestly...
Mary...
Oh, sweetheart.
I didn't know.
But,
to be fair,
you make it impossible for people to know.
(STAMMERING) You come home
and say you're fine,
you're just a Iittle tired, which is pretty much how
you come home every night.
How are people supposed to know
what you're going through?
People aren't.
Why does everyone have to know what everyone else
is going through?
It seems intrusive.
Sharing the details of our Iives
is how we connect to the world.
A world full of assholes. Why would I want to
connect with that?
Oh, honey.
(SIGHING)
You don't have to open up to the whole world.
You just have to open up with someone.
Can you just tell me about what happened?
Did you...
Did you know that vaporized blood has
a sweet smell?
After Chuck got shot,
there was this pink cloud,
a fine mist of blood
that hung in the air for several minutes.
It coated the inside of my nose.
And now I can't get rid of it,
this sickening sweet smell.
I don't think it's ever going away.
I killed someone tonight, Mom.
Oh, Jesus.
(SOBBING)
(COUGHING)
(MARY GAGGING)
MARSHALL: Our friend Spanky sports quite a resume.
Looks like he was a pretty good kid
right up until he killed his father
when he was 15
for allegedly abusing Spanky's Iittle brother.
He got off.
Where's the Iittle brother now?
Maybe he could help us.
Dead at 15. He and Spanky's mom
OD'd the same night
on a batch of unusually pure heroin.
Well, the family that plays together...
I suppose.
Anyway, after his Iittle brother died,
things went south in a hurry.
He joined the Demon Lords
motorcycle gang at 16.
Took over the gang at 18
after beating the gang Ieader to death
with a sock full of nickels
in front of about 200 witnesses.
Not one of them was ever willing to testify.
Nickels, huh?
Rolled or Ioose?
His file doesn't specify.
Anyway, he walked away from the gang
about 8 years ago.
Opened up a motorcycle dealership,
which ultimately failed.
Since then, he's allegedly made a comfortable Iiving
distributing narcotics throughout the Southwest.
STAN: Enterprising.
Very. He even has a pilot's Iicense.
Twin engine, instrument-rated.
So, he Iands in New Jersey, right?
Kills a couple of agents, grabs Chuck, flies back.
Sounds about right.
What's that?
That girl Rachel's arrest report.
What are you Iooking at that for?
I don't know. Spanky was there.
I'II take anything I can find
that might move this thing away from Mary.
(MURMURING)
Maybe I should just turn myself in,
just give them the suitcase
and tell them everything.
You will do no such thing.
You cannot trust those people.
None of them. They forget everything
they ever promised.
In that way, they are Iess trustworthy
than the criminals.
Is that what happened with my dad?
They promised if I would help them,
they would help him.
I did, and they didn't.
I want to say something to you both.
Mom, the whole time I was chained up
in that basement,
I couldn't stop thinking about what you said to me
at the theater yesterday.
Wait. What theater?
You guys went to a movie without me?
Could we just keep this on me
just half a second?
I didn't mean it.
Yeah, you did.
And I totally understand.
I'm the hall monitor in this family,
and nobody Iikes the hall monitor.
Except, of course, when you need help,
then all of a sudden, we're family.
Oh, that's not true.
Mom, you told me that I should
share my feelings.
So, now, I'm sharing. I've been playing parent
to you both since I was ten.
And despite what you think, I don't particularly enjoy it.
I mean, the notion that I Iike cleaning up
your messes,
Iiterally and figuratively, that... That... That
that somehow gives my Iife purpose,
that is the Iamest pile of self-serving crap
I've ever heard.
I mean, seriously.
Is that how you two justify screwing up
so consistently?
You tell yourselves it makes me happy?
Well, I don't know about happy,
but it definitely makes you think
you're better than us.
Yeah. You know, she's right, okay?
Anytime one of us falls on our ass,
you get to parade around with that stern Iook
on your face,
telling us what we did wrong
and how you would have done it right.
So, you might as well just admit it
that our screwups make you feel superior.
Let me tell you something,
nothing either one of you does
makes me feel superior.
I am superior.
(LAUGHS) Oh. Wow.
Of all the arrogance!
What?
What in your Iife is so great that it gives you the right...
AII right, really, Mom? You want the Iist?
Okay. I've never been arrested,
Iet alone convicted of anything.
I don't have a substance abuse problem.
I've actually held the same job for
more than a month.
Not a single eviction, re-possession,
or a restraining order to my name.
Nor have I ever had gas, electric, water
or phone service
turned off for non-payment.
Oh, and as far as I know,
I've never slept with someone else's husband.
Can anyone else in this room make
any of those claims?
How about a show of hands?
Nobody? What a surprise.
Oh, my God. AII your screwups
have given me such a swelled head.
Thank you for making me feel
so superior.
But you've given enough.
So, from now on, I'm going to return
the favor
and Iet you clean up your own messes.
That's my gift to you.
Maybe you'd Iike me better if I helped you Iess.
You are such a colossal bitch!
It is no wonder you have no friends.
Yes! Yes! And right on cue, the hateful retort.
Not really your A game, though.
Want me to open the Sauvignon BIanc?
Help you get warmed up?
This is all my fault. Uh-huh.
This over-inflated sense of self.
This ego trip you are on.
Right.
I shouldn't have filled your head
with all those stupid, crazy Iies
about your father.
Oh! Excellent!
Oh, goodie! Yes!
Going straight for the daddy material.
Go ahead.
Tell me how all the Iies about my father made me
the monster I am today.
But go slow. You don't want to
pull a hammy.
That first week
after he Ieft,
you were so distraught.
You thought it was your fault,
that you had done something to
make him go away.
So, I just wanted to make you feel better.
I made up this... This story about how
you were Daddy's favorite.
How he Ioved you the most.
And you had this... This special bond that...
That couldn't be broken, no matter how far away he was.
The truth is, he Ioved you Iike
he Ioved the rest of us.
No more, no Iess.
I'm sorry for Iying to you then,
and I'm sorry for having to tell you the truth now.
But I just thought... I thought you'd eventually
realize what a... A fairy tale
this all was.
Oh, Mom.
That must have been so hard for you.
It was.
Wait.
I want to share something with you.
Stay there.
I hated doing that.
(DOOR OPENS)
I just thought it was necessary.
I think it's good that she heard it.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Sorry. You don't get to rewrite history.
What's that?
Open it.
Oh, what... What are these?
Letters I've received from Daddy
over the Iast 20 years or so.
How many has he sent you guys?
This can't be real.
He wouldn't.
He's been sending you Ietters?
Oh, my God.
These are real.
How about that? This one's my favorite.
Is that my stationery?
I think I'II hang on to this one.
Would you Iike me to read it?
'February 5th, 1978.'
The day he Ieft.
'Mary, sweetheart, I must Ieave quickly,
'so this has to be short.
'If you haven't already been told,
'I've done some bad things and have to go away.
'You will no doubt hear from many people
'in the coming months that I'm a very bad man.
'I'm sorry you have to go through this.
'For what it's worth, I don't think of myself
as bad,
'just very, very foolish.
'PIease take care of your mother
'and your precious baby sister.
'They'II need your strength to make it through
the difficult times ahead.
'Keep this Ietter hidden in your special hiding place.
'Yes, I know about it. It's okay.
'And whenever you feel down or full of self-doubt,
'read this Ietter and remember that
you are so special.
'And know that I Iove you more than anything
in this world
'and will hold you close in my heart
'forever and always.
'Stay sweet and warm and kind and funny
'and do great things.
'A million kisses, the sun and the moon.
Daddy.'
So...
(SIGHS)
Anyway...
Have you ever heard of hemolytic anemia?
Yeah. It happens when a newborn
is Rh-positive
and the mother is Rh-negative.
When she's pregnant, her body has, for Iack
of a better term,
an allergic reaction to the baby
and starts attacking it. Why?
Well, the baby they pulled out of
the motel room had it.
Let me see that?
That's weird.
She said that Russell is the baby's father.
But, Iook.
What am I Iooking at?
Russell is Rh-negative, too.
Mmm. Right. What does that mean?
It means someone else is that baby's father.
Who? Who? Who?
I don't know.
We have to find out.
I'm sorry.
This is a really stupid idea.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no!
You... You don't get to drop this bomb
and then just sweep it away as if
it never happened.
How could you keep this from me?
What kind of a person does that?
It was personal. Between...
Between him and me.
Oh, God. I'm Iosing my mind.
I was trying to protect you.
And him.
'January 29th, 1988.'
That's the first one I got after he Ieft.
AImost... AImost ten years Iater.
'My darling girl,
'I was so sad to Iearn that you moved out
and married that Mark'?
You married him? What?
I got it annulled a month Iater.
'He's way too old and you're way too young.
'I know taking care of your mother
'can be a trial.
'But she means well.
'And wanting to get out of the house
'is a piss-poor reason to get married.'
He didn't mean... He didn't...
Do not presume to tell me what my husband meant.
How did you find him? What did you do?
I didn't do anything. He just started writing.
Oh! He just started writing.
He just happened to start writing
as soon as you ran off with that
gorilla-armed freak?
As soon as you were away from me.
Yes.
I don't believe you!
How did he know?
Hmm?
You must know where he is.
I don't. I have no idea.
Look, somehow he keeps tabs.
The Iast Ietter came the day after
I bought the house.
The day you moved in.
Does he ever ask about me?
He doesn't ask about anything.
There's no way of replying.
He's mentioned you a few times.
About five years ago, he wrote how beautiful
you'd grown up to be,
and that he was worried about you.
Here. It's this one.
Oh!
JINX: Brandi! Brandi! Brandi! Brandi!
Don't, don't, don't, don't!
No! Don't! Brandi!
JINX: Don't! No.
What? What do you even care?
He was a bastard who abandoned us
right after I was born.
I mean, who cares how many Ietters
he wrote?
He wasn't there when we got evicted
from the duplex.
He didn't help us carry our furniture
out to the curb
while the neighbors watched.
He doesn't get to care about me, okay?
He doesn't have the right.
And how come you haven't turned
this evidence in
to the FBI, Miss Self-Righteous?
He was a worse criminal than me.
The guy robbed banks, for Christ's sakes!
And all I did was just...
Oh, that's right. I almost forgot.
I'm not allowed to tell you.
I... I hate you both.
You guys Iove him and these stupid Ietters
more than me.
No, Brandi... No! Okay?
It's fine. Let them arrest me, okay?
Because I have a bargaining chip now.
If they want me, I'm going to tell them
all about your father,
because he sure as hell isn't mine.
(JINX SIGHS)
JINX: Don't worry.
(DOOR SLAMS)
She'II never tell them.
MARY: Of course she would.
I don't blame her.
Do you mind
if I read some of these?
No. Go ahead.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Oh, my God.
Whoa, whoa, Raph!
What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night.
Well, I came to see if you were okay
because I... I Ieft about 20 messages
on your phone, and you don't
call me back.
Oh, my God. Were you driving Iike this?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I rode my bike.
Raph, you don't have a bike.
Then whose bike did I ride?
Oy. Look...
Why didn't you call me back? Huh?
Raph, did no one call you yesterday?
About where I was? What I was doing?
AII I know is that I Ieft Iike...
Twenty messages. I know.
And yet, you don't call me back.
(SIGHS)
Yeah. Sorry. I Iost my phone yesterday.
Oh. Good. Good.
Because I thought you were maybe angry
about the other night with Brandi.
And I really want to explain
about the other...
Raphael, I don't care anymore.
One minute. Well...
It... It will only be one minute.
Come on. Come on, okay?
Come on.
Sit down.
Look.
Okay.
Mary, what you think you saw that night,
you didn't see.
Brandi came to me that night, upset.
Really upset.
Good. She should be upset.
You know about it?
Not completely. Do you?
Well, it's not my place to tell you what she did
or didn't told me.
She... She kept going on about this bear
and a biscuit.
The bear's name is Biscuit.
Ah! So, the bear...
She said it was yours, and you gave it to her
because of the monkeys.
The flying monkeys, from The Wizard of Oz?
Listen, my father gave Biscuit to me
when I was four.
I was afraid of the dark.
He told me it would stay awake
and watch over me
while I slept.
And Brandi was four.
She saw The Wizard of Oz and couldn't sleep for days.
So, I gave her Biscuit to keep her safe.
I told her he would stay awake
and watch over her
while she slept.
That's sweet.
Yeah, well,
after she fell asleep, I'd sneak into her room
and take Biscuit back
so he could watch over me.
I did that right up until I moved out when I was 16.
And then, I Iet her keep him.
Because I knew she was going to need
someone to watch over her.
Now I understand why... Why she kept
crying and crying
about giving away the Biscuit.
She gave away Biscuit? To who?
I'II kill her.
See? That's what she's afraid of.
She said that through... Through everything bad,
no matter what else happened,
you two always had that connection between you.
And now that Biscuit is gone,
she's afraid that there's nothing Ieft between you.
And I told her that that's crazy.
But she wouldn't believe me.
She's terrified that you won't be
in her Iife anymore.
To watch over her.
Could you just please tell her
that you are still her sister?
That it didn't all go away with the Biscuit?
Is that why you rode a bike
all the way over here, drunk?
To tell me that?
I don't have a bike.
No.
Now what?
Well, after careful consideration,
we've come to the conclusion
that you're right.
There's nothing we have to offer you.
Oh, you had me all dragged all the way
up here for that?
There is, however, something we have
to offer your baby.
What the hell are you talking about?
(CHUCKLES)
Has he been smoking something?
I'm going out on a Iimb and
saying he doesn't know.
Didn't know what?
Well, about 18 months ago,
did you and Rachel
have...
What's the word I'm Iooking for?
Sex.
That's it.
How about it?
And you expect me to believe that her kid
is my kid?
We ran a quick paternity test on
Rachel's baby.
It can't possibly be Russell's.
Don't make it mine.
Actually, it does.
How do I know you're not Iying?
Check it out with your attorney.
I think we now have something he wants.
So, what do you say?
Don't you want your son
to have a better deal than you did, hmm?
Maybe not wind up ODing
with his mother Iike your kid brother?
(STAMMERS)
(SIGHS)
AII right. AII right.
You Iisten.
If what you say checks out,
you get my kid a decent home.
And you make sure that crazy bitch Rachel
never gets her hands on him again.
I get that in writing,
I'II tell you what you want.
Deal?
Yeah. Deal.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Yeah?
I'II call the Iawyer first thing in the morning.
I promise I'II get this all
sorted out.
You'II never have to hear anything about it.
I want you to tell me everything.
From the beginning.
Chuck was the mastermind.
He put the whole deal together.
Brandi was just some dumb chick
who let her boyfriend use her.
She probably had no idea what she was doing.
Signed confession. Doesn't get
any better than that.
You think I'm taking the word of
a drug-dealing,
FBI-agent-killing scumbag?
Brandi Shannon didn't check into that motel
by accident.
She sure as hell wasn't there to
save any babies.
She was making a deal.
And that deal got two agents killed.
Well, unless you can tie her
directly to the drugs,
we can't prove any of that.
(SIGHS)
What are you planning on doing with that?
(SIRENS WAILING)
What the hell is this?
I have a warrant to search the house,
the grounds, and all vehicles
used by you
and your immediate family for drugs.
Ma'am.
(GRUNTS ANGRILY)
Damn.
I want her house taken apart
piece by piece.
OFFICER: PIease, ma'am. You can't go in there.
Hey, hey, hey. O'Conner.
You're done here, all right?
Time to go home to New Jersey.
You've got your man. It's over.
Now, Iet these people put their Iives together.
You think this is over?
I'm just getting started.
AII right...
You want me to get you all
a hotel room?
No, no. Thanks.
We're not going anywhere.
Then, I guess we should start
with the Iiving room.
MARY: No. You guys have kept me awake
Iong enough.
We've got it from here.
Go.
(WHISPERING) What did you do with the stuff
in the suitcase?
Me? Yes.
I didn't do anything. I thought
you did something.
No, I haven't been near it.
I haven't touched a thing.
Well, Mary wouldn't.
Oh, she couldn't have. I've been with her
the whole time.
Well, I don't know much about chemistry,
but I'm pretty sure it didn't just magically
turn into towels.
Ow.