of the tenth annual Chili Chow Down
and chow down they are.
Is everybody having fun out there?
These guys and gals are professionals.
Don't try this at home, please.
Look at them go, huh?
That must be a good feeling, all day-- my gift to you.
Barry Rosen, the champion...
looks like he's taking a break.
He might not make it.
He's falling back.
He's drinking a little water, he's coming back to it.
And he's back in.
That's a champion for you.
Look at him go.
Oh, man, he's really
pouring it on now!
There he's going, there he's going.
There's the tilt. The bowl tilt!
Oh, my God,
look at him go.
: Barry, Barry, Barry, Barry, Barry, Barry...
Oh, and it's over!
Barry Rosen has done it!
$5,000 for one and a half gallons of my world-famous chili
in the record time of nine minutes and 23 seconds.
: Barry, Barry, Barry...
Barry Rosen, everybody.
Barry, Barry, Barry...
Uh, uh, thanks. Thank you.
I just want to...
I, uh...
I don't, uh...
Uh...
Barry?
Somebody call 911.
Mr. Rosen, you should be in bed.
Getting your stomach pumped takes a toll on the body.
Do you know what went wrong?
It appears you had a swelling in your throat,
restricting your ability to breathe.
Your chart said that you ate a gallon and a half of chili?
I do it all the time.
Nothing like this ever happened before.
But I feel okay now.
Maybe for now, but your cholesterol is tipping 260.
Your hypertensive.
A heart attack or stroke seems imminent
and with your body type and your family history,
the first one will probably kill you.
I'm 26.
You could be dead by 27.
I don't like scaring my patients,
but you need to stop eating like this
immediately.
We'll also start you on blood pressure meds.
Then what?
Then we'll see.
I'll have a nurse come in and discuss a follow-up.
All right, you had me till the very end. What?
What does TTYL mean?
Talk to you later.
Oh.
I learned it from Sophie. But she's seven.
You want to know who taught it to her?
Who? My mom.
Barry Rosen, 26, single, lives with his brother
and was admitted here
after passing out in an eating contest.
An eating contest?
Yes. As in stuff your face with a hundred hot dogs
and watch yourself on U
Well, this time it was chili, but, yes,
and he had $5,000 in winnings when he was admitted.
Okay, so maybe someone spotted the money and targeted him,
like a patient or an orderly?
I'm thinking someone from the contest followed him here.
Okay, who called it in?
The hospital's social worker.
Barry left before he was discharged,
so she called the brother, and when the guy
didn't show up to the house, she called the police,
and of course they called us.
This just came back, Agent Delgado.
Mr. Rosen's stomach contained one ounce of sodium hypochlorite.
What's that?
Household bleach.
Have you treated
anybody else from the contest?
No, but if they haven't been treated by now, they're dead.
Barry fixed this last week.
I'm really bad at this stuff.
Mr. Rosen, we really need your focus over here.
I'm sorry. It's just...
Someone poisoned him?
It appears that way, yeah.
Now was your brother having problems
with any of his competitors that you know of?
No, he never mentioned anything.
Any change in his behavior?
I don't know, um...
kind of paranoid.
Barry?
Get off me!
What's your problem!
You said you were working the late shift!
You could have killed me.
I didn't know it was you.
What are you doing here?
A fire sprinkler went off at work
and drenched the place. They sent us all home.
I can finish updating the server
from here anyway.
I thought maybe when I finished,
we could run level nine of Colossus.
You go ahead without me.
I ran level eight without you.
So?
So? You're never around anymore.
We barely talk and now
you're sitting around in the dark
with a knife? What's going on with you?
It's nothing, okay?
Geez, just leave it alone.
Barry?
If you want, maybe I could order us a pizza.
You don't need my permission to order a pizza, right?
Right, I know.
If you want to start level nine, I'll be there in a minute.
Great.
I'll get it set up.
JACK: This person that he was afraid of,
any idea who it was?
I have no clue.
Since he started this eating business, we don't really talk
like we used to.
How long ago was that? Six months.
He used to be a fact checker at a publishing company.
But he quit once he started the eating.
And how'd he get into that?
This bar next to his office offered a free meal
to anyone who could finish a 64-ounce steak.
Barry did that no problem and took it from there.
So if he doesn't talk to you anymore, who does he talk to?
Well, he's always chatting with people online.
It used to be about the trains,
but now I guess he talks about the competition.
Hmm. Is this all his?
It's ours.
Is this an authentic
River Aussie Cab Forward?
Yeah.
We found that on eBay.
It took us like three years.
Then Barry got into eating.
I wish he'd stayed with the trains.
Taylor.
Que pasa?
I can make it at 4:00. Okay, bye.
What did you see on the hospital security footage?
Nothing, but I did find out that one of the cameras
was down in the service entrance.
Okay, so where are we with Rosen's competitors?
Well, we're still tracking them down.
Some of them already left to the next UOCE event in Austin.
UOCE?
I'm not even going to guess.
Universal Organization of Competitive Eating.
You have to go to the Web site.
Does it say anything about poisoning the competition? No.
You know, I'm starting to think
that this whole thing isn't about money.
I mean, most of the prizes,
they're not more than a couple hundred bucks.
Well, if it's not about money,
why do they do that to their bodies?
Actually, some of the competitors are pretty fit.
The world champion is a 165-pound Japanese guy
that can eat 69 hamburgers in eight minutes.
While millions of people around the world are starving.
Well, some guys hit baseballs,
we find missing people, they eat.
Everyone's got to have a talent, right?
Well, um, maybe not a talent.
Perhaps therapy.
Listen to this.
Half the country overeats because of some psychic wound.
It's easier to eat than
to actually deal with your emotions.
All of this, according to a Val Sharpe,
author of A Profile on Competitive Eaters.
"The Bottomless Pit?" Mm-hmm.
This came out the day before he disappeared.
Let's bring her in.
I talked to his brother this morning.
He said something about Barry being poisoned?
Well, it's not exactly clear what happened,
but they found bleach in his food.
In your research, have you ever come across
anything like this before?
No.
How long have you known Barry?
About a month.
I was going to write this 500-word piece
about the freak show of competitive eating,
but then I got to know Barry
and he made me look at it differently.
How's that?
He's a really sweet guy.
What he excels at puts his life struggle front and center.
His psychic wound?
I read your article.
So then you know his thing about trains, right?
And now eating.
It's all about consumption.
They're all just ways to avoid the real problem.
Which in Barry's case is what?
He wouldn't tell me.
But?
I think I might know
why somebody would want to poison him.
I'm just saying that if somebody comes over here
and yells at you for eating a hot dog with ketchup,
like some sort of uncivilized yahoo,
I cannot be held responsible.
I can't help it. I hate mustard.
I can't help for judging you for hating mustard.
And I judge you harshly.
I'm turning this tape recorder on now,
so try to act professional.
Seriously, I thought we were done.
There's one more thing I want to clear up.
This will just take a sec.
Okay.
You ready? Go.
I know you don't want to talk about this,
but I need to go over the whole cheating issue again.
I told you before that it's a lie.
Well, my source claims
that you cheat in most of your competitions.
I'm not going to dignify that with a response.
I think that if you actually
take competitive eating seriously,
you might want to respond officially for the record.
I do take it seriously.
It's who I am.
You're not born a competitive eater.
Why choose to do that?
So we're back to what's my psychic wound.
I'm just trying to understand you, Barry.
I'm good at eating and I like to win.
That's why I do it.
Nobody asks Tiger Woods why he plays golf.
I think Tiger Woods seems happy when he wins.
Oh, okay, I get it.
I shouldn't have said that.
You know, you don't need me.
Just write that we're all fat, miserable slobs.
That'll make good copy.
That was the last time I talked to him.
I called him to apologize, but he never called me back.
Does anyone corroborate Barry's cheating?
Nope. Why?
Well, you pressed the issue, so whoever accused him,
must have been very convincing.
We're going to need to know who that is.
I can't reveal a source, you know that.
This isn't Valerie Plame,
so come on.
It was Gus Black.
So, Mr. Black,
you're quite a sore loser.
How's that?
Well, Barry Rosen won contests all over the country,
but the only time
he was ever accused of cheating
was when he was competing against you.
I was trying to psyche him out.
Mohammad Ali talked trash
about every opponent before a big fight.
Mohammed Ali?
Yes.
You know, last I checked,
Ali didn't have to poison George Foreman
to win the Rumble in the Jungle.
Last time I saw him, he was fine.
Fine? He was unconscious in the ambulance.
I meant alive.
He was alive in the ambulance.
Well, if he ends up dead
you're going to be facing murder charges.
Now I don't know if they hold
eating contests in Sing Sing,
but, hey, I'd be glad to step out and make the call.
Okay.
Okay what?
Some people were making online bets.
Barry was the heavy favorite,
and he agreed to throw the match.
It was all going fine, and then at the last moment,
everything changed.
"Barry trains with a laser-like focus
and a brutal determination to win."
Very nice.
What did you do, pay her off?
I talked to her for like three hours.
She doesn't mention me one time. All right, we're all set.
My cousin and his friends placed their bets online.
Start pulling back at the five-minute mark, Gus will take the lead.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
You think five minutes is too late?
No, it's not that.
I'm not sure I can go through with this.
You gave me your word.
I shouldn't have.
It's cheating.
Of course it's cheating, you moron.
That's why it's so freaking profitable.
I can't do it.
Hey, there are a lot of people in on this now.
I have no idea what they'll do if it doesn't go as planned.
Listen to me, all right?
You're going to drag your fat ass up on that stage
and lose, you got that?
I'm not doing it.
Monty panicked, he bleached Barry,
to make sure that he would lose.
You knew that
and you didn't do anything to stop it?
I wanted to win.
How did Monty react when Barry didn't take the fall?
Put it this way,
when they were taking Barry away in the ambulance,
Monty said he hoped the kid never woke up.
Hmm.
Monty's World Famous Chili.
Aren't you the guy that does those commercials
where you lock up the secret ingredient in a safe? Yeah.
Yeah, I love those commercials.
Thanks.
JACK: I think the buying public
would be very interested to know
that the secret ingredient is bleach.
There was a huge crowd there.
Anybody could have done that.
Yeah, but you're the only one
who had 25 grand on the line.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I run a restaurant, that's all.
Well, here's a record of your money being transferred
to your cousin's real estate account,
and your cousin making a matching withdrawal.
JACK: What do you think he's going to say
when we ask him where the money went?
Do you think he's willing to risk
his real estate license to save your ass?
Huh?
I just wanted to slow him down, that's all.
Slow him down? You forced him into a scam,
and when he tried to get out, you tried to kill him.
I didn't force Barry into anything.
I was trying to help him.
He came in a couple days before the contest.
Hey, Barry.
Come say hello.
You want some appetizers?
It's on me. No, no, thanks.
I'm just waiting to sign the qualifying form for the contest.
Do you know if there's an opening in the Philly Wing Bowl?
Uh, the guy from UOCE will be here later, I can ask him.
Okay.
Okay, what's up?
You don't look so good.
Do you know how many contests there are in the next week?
Like maybe five, why?
I need to enter all of them.
You could get real hurt doing that.
Yeah, I could get hurt a lot worse
if I don't come up with some money.
Holy...
Who did this?
Are you going to help me or not?
I don't know, how much do you need?
I need $10,000.
Uh...
There is an opportunity I've been considering.
What is it?
You'd have to do your part.
I'll do anything.
And he was all on board up till the minute he backed out.
Okay, how about victimizing freaks and geeks?
Like I said, he needed the money.
For what?
I don't know. If he was so desperate for the cash,
why did he change his mind?
I wish I knew.
I'm sure my cousin and his friends
would like the answer to that, too. Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.
Write down a list
of everybody who knew about the bet.
Oh, and you're under arrest.
I told you I didn't do nothing illegal.
You poisoned Barry Rosen, that's attempted murder, genius.
Hey.
No, no, no, what's up with the hand, man?
How are you, man?
Pretty good, not too bad.
You look, uh,
healthy. What can I say?
Thanks for meeting me here.
You know, I would have gone to your office,
but me and Elena, we ain't too amiable these days.
Right, I didn't, I didn't know that.
She doing okay?
Yeah, you know, she's busy,
she's Elena. Work, Sophie, work.
Sophie's gotten so much bigger
since the last time you saw her, man.
She's beautiful, like her mother.
I'm sure.
That's actually what I want to talk to you about.
What, about Elena?
No.
My custody agreements, man,
are being reviewed.
I need letters of references,
you know, that I'm still working,
that I'm a good daddy, yada, yada, yada.
Look, I already wrote that letter three years ago, Carlos.
No, I know, exactly.
That's why I'm asking, you know?
I know you're busy, so I figured I'd update the letter,
and then you could just sign it. It would just take two seconds.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's because of Elena?
No.
You and me, we go back ten years.
I know, but right now, I see Elena every day at work,
and I don't want to complicate things.
You're resigning the letter
you wrote for me in the first hearing.
Come on.
Okay, send me the letter and I'll look at it.
Love you.
You look great.
So do you. Stay...
Okay.
Barry had about 200 online friends, so it took a while
to go through them all.
This is the one I wanted you to see.
Rosen sent her a request
to chat three weeks ago.
This is one of their first chats.
References to sex and payment?
She could be a prostitute.
You got a last name?
No, we could subpoena Friends Block for account info,
but it's most likely bogus.
I know mine is.
Does it say when they last met?
Last week at a bar in Midtown called Michael's.
Okay, any post since then?
No, neither of them have signed on to the site
since Barry disappeared.
Hmm.
Hey.
My lawyer just sent me a list of people
writing support letters for Carlos,
and that's your name right there.
Look, I was going to talk to you about this.
It's none of your business, Danny, so why you taking sides?
I'm not taking sides, Elena.
But this is a reference letter for the custody review.
What review?
He's suing me for sole custody, okay?
I didn't know that.
He probably wants you
to say that I work too much,
that I don't take care of Sophie.
You know that I would never say anything that's not true.
But it's going to look true, Danny, because you see me
calling my mother, asking her to watch Sophie, right?
You've seen me calling Sophie with the phone
and singing to her,
because Mommy's going to be too late
and she's not going to get home.
Why? Because I'm here working.
So it can be true, Danny.
Listen, he's going to make it seem however he wants.
You know this guy.
Nobody's going to take Sophia away from you.
We don't know that.
It's my lawyer.
What's this all about?
Have you seen this guy?
Well, I've only ever seen him once.
What about her?
Hard to say.
You know what,
why don't we continue this conversation downtown?
All right, all right, Ivy and some of her friends
work this lounge because of the hotel across the street.
VIVIAN: So I take it
that Barry is one of her johns?
I guess, but...
But what?
Well, it's just that Ivy usually introduces herself here.
She chats the guy up for a few minutes
and then they go get a room.
This guy came in with her and they just sat there talking.
I guess that was the problem.
Club soda?
You should try to loosen up a little.
Well, my mom was an alcoholic,
so I try to stay away from the stuff.
A little too much information, sweetie.
Maybe next time
just say you have to get up early.
I thought you said I was supposed to be less shy,
reveal more.
I meant talk about yourself in a more positive, confident way.
You're doing fine.
So is this guy
that's been putting ideas in your head?
Uh, Barry, I'll talk to you later, okay?
Barry, is it?
Leave her alone, we're just talking.
She doesn't have time for talking.
Now you give me cash and go get a room, or take off.
What's it going to be?
Derrick, he's my friend, all right?
I won't take money from friends.
That's not your choice to make, cupcake.
Now come on, you're going
to go make me my money back right now.
Let her go.
Aw! What are you doing?
Stop!
All right, that's it, I'm calling the cops.
I own her.
You tell her different,
I'll kill you.
What about this Derrick character,
what do you know about him?
Nothing.
And what about Ivy?
Surprisingly popular.
How about something helpful?
Her last name's Morris.
Ms. Morris, FBI, open up.
Go ahead.
Ms. Morris, this is the FBI, we're coming in.
One down.
We're clear.
Have you had any noise complaints recently?
Anyone who may have heard what went on in here?
No, sorry.
We have a witness who saw
Mr. Rosen and this guy get into a fight.
Got any idea what
that might be about?
I can take a guess.
Your guy Rosen seemed desperate to get Ivy to quit hooking.
BARRY: Are you okay?
I just get really sick of my job sometimes.
You should quit.
I can't quit.
I owe my pimp, Derrick $10,000
for paying off my credit cards.
Maybe you could pay him back some other way?
You don't know Derrick.
He's not going to let me out of his sight until I'm paid off.
What if I could get you the money?
Are you serious?
Yeah.
Then you would officially be the greatest guy I ever met.
And is that the last time you saw him?
No, he was here two nights ago.
All I saw was him going to Ivy's apartment.
Does Ivy have any friends or family in the area
that you know about?
Her mother lives down in Jersey City.
All right, uh, thank you.
If Ivy or her friend killed Derrick,
they're going to jail, right?
Most likely, why?
That's too bad.
The way Derrick knocked Ivy around, he deserved it.
Preliminary forensics on Ivy Morris' apartment.
Does anything point to who killed Derrick Hammond?
No, listen, I used to see this in Vice all the time.
The guy falls in love with a hooker, right?
Tries to be her prince
and then tries to get her out of the life.
So it smells to me like, I don't know,
Viv, I'm thinking it's Barry.
Yeah, but why would he not just throw the eating contest
and give her the money?
Carlito. Hey, hey.
I want to thank you for the letter, bro.
I'm not signing that letter.
Because you're a liar.
I work with her. Did you really think
that I wasn't going to find out that you were lying?
Man, whatever Elena says, she's exaggerating, okay?
I told you not to get me involved.
Why are you taking her side?
Why are you doing this?
Because it's what's best for Sophia.
Don't use Sophia to get back at Elena for leaving you.
It's wrong.
Whatever reasons I have,
they're none of your business.
Carlos, don't do it.
Oh, man, she's getting to you, huh?
Stay away from her.
You stay away from her.
PD just found Ivy Morris hiding out at her mom's.
Any sign of Rosen?
No, but she looks like she'd been in a fight.
And do you remember how much he won in that eating contest?
About five grand, right?
Exactly five grand.
That's how much she had in her purse.
Where's Barry Rosen?
I don't know.
How come you have his money?
He gave it to me to help pay a friend.
Who?
The dead pimp in your apartment?
I think you used Barry.
I think you used him
to do your dirty work,
and then you got rid of him to keep his money.
Either way, whether you killed Derrick or he did,
at the very least you're an accessory to murder.
Barry didn't do anything.
I didn't have a choice.
Derrick was going to kill me.
If it was self-defense, why'd you run?
I've seen what they do to wives who fight back.
They go to jail.
You think anyone cares about a prostitute?
Doesn't explain what happened to Barry.
I swear, I wouldn't hurt him.
He's my friend.
Who paid for sex.
It wasn't about that.
He wanted to learn how to be around women so he could date.
You know, like when to pay the bill
or move in for the first kiss.
And he needed a hooker to teach him that?
He said he didn't know who else to turn to.
He was self-conscious because of his size.
I guess that's one of the reasons
he felt comfortable with me.
When was the last time you saw him?
Two days ago.
He'd just been to the hospital.
So you just left?
Barry, what that doctor said is serious.
I know.
I just figured if I'm going to keel over tomorrow,
I better give you this first.
How much is here?
$5,000.
I'm sorry it's less than you owe Derrick,
but it should help you pay him back.
I can't believe this.
Where did you get
all of it?
The competition.
I was going to throw it and get more,
but I couldn't get Val's voice out of my head.
You mean that reporter?
Yeah.
The last time we talked, she accused me of cheating.
I guess I didn't want to disappoint her.
So that's why you came to me.
To learn to be with her.
Maybe.
But it doesn't matter anyhow.
Like she could ever be interested in me.
I live with my brother
in the same house I grew up in,
and I haven't had a real date since junior prom.
Barry, none of that matters.
Did you tell her how you feel?
No.
Well, you need to.
Well, I can't.
Why?
I lied to her about some things.
Then you need to tell her the truth.
He was really upset.
I don't think I helped him.
Now he said that he had lied to Ms. Sharpe.
Do you have any idea what that's about?
He wouldn't tell me.
Do you think he took your advice and told her?
I don't know, but I dropped Barry at her apartment myself.
I haven't seen or heard from him since.
Any news about Barry?
No.
I think you have news about Barry.
Right?
I'm sorry?
Well, you lied about the last time you saw him,
because we know that he went to your house the night he disappeared.
Who told you that?
It doesn't matter.
You withheld information from us.
I didn't think his visit was pertinent.
Well, you should let us decide what's pertinent
if you want to continue with your career.
This isn't about my career.
Then what's it about?
He came and confessed to you that he lied, right?
Yes.
About what?
It doesn't have anything to do with what's happening...
I already told you, that's not for you to decide.
Okay, listen,
you may think that you're protecting your friend,
but if you really want to help him,
you're going to have to start talking to us.
When he showed up at my apartment, he was really upset
and I thought he could use some air,
so we went to this cafe to talk.
Just tell me what's wrong.
You remember when we talked about why I competitive eat?
And I said I did it because it made me feel good.
Yeah.
And you didn't believe me.
No, it's not that.
I-I just thought it was more complicated.
I guess you were right-- it is.
Some stuff happened to me when I was a kid.
WOMAN: I'm glad you had a good time.
Who the hell are they?
My sister's kids.
She drops them off sometimes without telling me.
So I'll see you again really soon, okay?
Oh, yeah.
MAN: The first subspecies is the Sri Lankan Asian elephant...
Elephas maximus...
You're supposed to be up in your room.
I had to watch something for school.
Well, take your brother upstairs.
I got someone else coming in 15 minutes.
Why is this empty?
Did you drink this?
Not all of it.
It tasted so gross
I poured the rest down the sink.
Okay...
There's a coffee cake in the fridge.
Just take that,
and take your brother
and whatever else you want upstairs to your room.
You guys can eat as much as you want tonight.
: We'd take soda, cake, whatever we wanted
and stuff our faces almost every night.
Barry, I'm so sorry.
You're the first person I've ever told.
You're probably
totally terrified of me.
No, not at all.
It took a lot of courage.
What my mom did... kept me from being close to anyone.
I don't want it to keep me from being close to you, too.
Me, either.
We went back to my apartment and we talked all night.
I must have fallen asleep,
because when I woke up he was gone.
He left a note saying he'd call me.
Do you have any idea where he went?
I'm sorry.
Okay.
We should have NYPD check out her neighborhood
and also the ERs.
It took Barry 14 years to talk about
what happened.
I wasn't just going to share that with total strangers.
You were the last person to see him.
Now if you told us this before, we might already have found him.
That was fast.
Lucy, you had me at "I got something."
This is the security footage
we pulled from Ivy Morris' apartment.
I was using it to verify when she last saw Barry.
Why? Her story doesn't check out? It checks out fine.
There they are leaving right when she said.
But that's not the interesting part.
And the guy hiding behind the newspaper is?
Some guy who doesn't want them to see him.
That's Barry's brother, Stu.
These are two other nights.
Ivy Morris confirmed your brother was at her apartment.
So what?
Why are you spying on your brother?
I'd seen her post on Friend's Block, okay?
I knew what kind of a girl she was.
I was just keeping an eye on things
to make sure Barry was all right.
Your brother and a prostitute--
that must have seemed like a pretty strange development
considering what you went through as kids.
I don't know what you're talking about.
We know your mother was a prostitute, Stu.
That's a lot for a kid to go through,
seeing his mother with a parade of men.
That didn't happen.
And your brother, he just
sat there doing nothing, right?
Just shut up.
JACK: And to cap it off,
he starts dating a prostitute himself.
That must have been pretty hard to take.
Stu, I know you love your brother.
Tell me what happened.
He didn't even have the guts to tell me the truth.
Where have you been?
I met someone.
When?
A few weeks ago.
I didn't want to say anything until I knew if it was serious.
So it is?
I hope so.
I told her about Mom.
What?
Why would you even think to do that?
I needed to tell someone and you won't ever talk about it.
Well, I'm glad you have someone you can rely on now.
I'm not saying I can't rely on you.
I just wanted to be honest with her.
Honest with her?
How about being honest with me?
What are you talking about?
The part that you're leaving out.
I've seen you with her.
I know what she does.
Did you think that I wouldn't find out?
You've been following me?
Are you in love with her?
I have to stop talking about this.
Where are you going?
Back to her? Back to your skank of a girlfriend?
I'm leaving. Barry, stop!
Stop!
Barry?
Barry?!
All he had to do was tell me the truth
and none of this would have ever happened.
The truth is that he was in love with a reporter
named Valerie Sharpe, not a prostitute.
That's not true. I was there, okay?
I saw Barry with that slut.
That slut was his friend, just his friend.
He was trying to help her.
What did you do with your brother?
When the police called and said
the hospital reported him missing,
I took him to a storage unit
where we keep some of my mom's stuff. And where is that?
I just needed some time
to talk some sense into him
and make him realize that bringing that bitch
into our lives would just screw things up.
Where is the storage unit?
At the corner of Palmer and Elm.
Barry?
Barry Rosen?
Right here. Hey, Barry?
Get the cutters,
come on.
Barry?
Barry, come on.
Did you find him?
He's on his way to the hospital now.
Please tell me he's going to be okay.
Well, the EMTs say that he's going to be fine.
Thank you.
I'm sorry I lied to you.
You got lucky.
Hey.
How was the hospital?
It was good, you know?
The guy's going to be okay, so...
Good.
What are you still doing here?
I wanted to talk to you.
About what?
I told Carlos I wasn't going to be able to help him.
Wow, thank you.
I also wanted to tell you that if you and Sophia need anything,
I want to help.
You want me to write a letter, I'll do it.
You want me to mail it, stamp...
That might be hypocritical after I told you to.
I don't know, Danny.
Just stay out of it, you know?
I don't want to stay out of it.
Why not?