Gale Boetticher walked up the lab stairs. He could feel Walt's eyes on him and hear Jesse's exclamations as he walked out the door. He hung his head, feeling confused and sad. Today turned out to be nothing like he'd expected. He had woken up with his usual energy, grateful to be working in a lab, believing that he and Walter were working towards a common goal and that they were developing a good relationship. Gale had every reason to be positive that morning on his way to the lab: a new friend, an interesting job, and—a date!

Yes, a date. With a woman. A real, live woman.

He hadn't really been searching hard for a date. He joined a dating site months ago during a long weekend of loneliness but ended up not paying much attention to it. He figured trying to explain his occupation to a potential partner would be problematic, and besides, most women found him weird or assumed he was gay. He tried not to think about his embarrassingly minimal experience with romance and sex, which included two sexual encounters with girls (only one was actual sex) and one sexual encounter with a guy. He was becoming okay with the idea that maybe he just wasn't meant to be with anyone.

But Vanessa had been a surprise. A nice surprise.

Gale purposefully searched for a woman whose intelligence rested in a different realm than his. He had the logical, mathematical intelligence that science required as well as the curiosity. He hoped to meet someone whose intelligence complimented his rather than layered it. Vanessa was an artist. She painted murals and designed galleries throughout Albuquerque. Once they started exchanging messages she sent him a few photos of her work and Gale was impressed. It also helped that she was vegan like him. She wasn't pretty in a way that hit him all at once. Her prettiness deepened and expanded with each interaction.

He decided not to cancel their date, even though he was feeling less than confident. At least now he didn't have to hide his occupation. This made him feel slightly more optimistic. They were supposed to meet for something simple and quick that evening, just a drink. Gale arrived at the bar, thinking he was early. But he saw her through the window as he walked through the entrance, her unmistakable red hair and cat-eye glasses.

"Vanessa?" Gale noted her green eyes as she looked up at him. The photos of her on the site really didn't do them justice.

"Hi Gale," she smiled.

Suddenly nervous, Gale smiled back. "I hope you haven't been waiting long?"

"No, not at all."

They talked for a while about their interests, small talk, nothing heavy or intense. Slowly, Gale forgot about his day. He was having a nice time.

There was a pause in the conversation. Gale studied her for a minute. "Do you prefer classical or jazz?"

Vanessa gave him a puzzled look. "I like both, I guess. It depends on the mood I'm in. Why those two?"

Gale shrugged. "Just curious. If you had to pick one of those, though, which would it be?"

Vanessa looked amused. "Um, jazz, I guess."

Gale smiled. "Good. Me, too."


Gale felt awkward trying to be a gentleman and escorting Vanessa to her car. He wasn't sure if it was too old-fashioned of him or not. When they got to her car, she turned to him and smiled.

"I had a nice evening."

"I did, too. I'd like to see you again, if that's okay."

"I'd like that, too."

She was much shorter than him, he noticed. It made him feel tall as she smiled up at him. Gale knew there was something he was supposed to do at this point in the evening, but he just stood there.

"Well," Vanessa said after a few moments. "I guess I should get home." There was another awkward pause right before she gently kissed his cheek. He immediately tensed at the feeling of her warm breath on his skin.

"Goodnight," she said, getting into her car.

Gale stood in the parking lot until her car was gone. He put his hand up to where she kissed him and smiled. It wasn't a bad day after all.


Walt noticed how distracted Gale was that morning and how short Gale was with him throughout the day. Gus had brought him back because of Jesse. Walt expected things to be slightly strained between them since last time, but it wasn't strain Walt sensed. It was something else.

When it was safe to remove their gas masks, Walt went over to get some coffee. He watched Gale sweep up pieces of aluminum. "Gale?"

Gale looked up.

"Are you doing okay?"

Gale looked at Walt questioningly. Walt glanced up at Victor, who was pretending to read a magazine. No more private conversations in the lab.

"I mean…about last time," Walt said. "I''m sorry things ended the way they did."

Gale looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, it's water under the bridge," he said as he emptied the dustpan into the trash.

Walt hesitated. That wasn't good enough. He couldn't have two people in this lab against him. "You sure?" Walt asked as he sipped his coffee. Gale came over and poured himself a cup. "You're a great chemist, Gale. I hope you know that."

Gale nodded. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

Walt wasn't sure what else to say. They both stood, sipping their coffee in awkward silence.

"Walt," Gale said, tapping thoughtfully on his mug. "Can I ask you something a bit personal?"

Walt looked warily up at Victor. "Sure. I guess."

"I noticed your wedding ring when we first met, and I've been wondering if she knows?" Gale gestured around them. "You know, about all this?"

Walt took a sip of his coffee even though his mug was empty. They'd never discussed anything that personal before. "She knows. Not everything, of course. But she knows what I do every day."

Gale nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Did you tell her or did she just sort of figure it out?"

Walt glanced back up at Victor. He'd been reading the same page for twenty minutes at least. "Why do you want to know this?"

Gale set his mug down. "Well…I've met someone."

Walt grinned. Gale had a woman? It was hard to imagine. "Oh. Do you think this is something that will last?"

"I want it to. I would just rather know now if she's okay with it, instead of waiting too long, and by then…," Gale shrugged. "I know there's a lot I can't tell her, but she should know the gist of what I do, right?"

Walt thought of Skylar and where their relationship was at now. What if he had told her sooner? Would things be different now?

"You don't have to tell her everything," Walt said quietly. "Just enough so she knows what she's getting into. It's best she doesn't know too much," he looked up a Victor who had stopped pretending to read and was looking at them. "It's safer for her that way."


Tonight was the night.

Gale had cleared his books off the coffee table where he set a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and two wine glasses. He couldn't decide which side of the sofa to sit on when he told her. The side closest to the door so he could stop her and explain if she tried to leave? The side closest to the kitchen so he could get more liquid courage if he needed it? And he would need it. Tonight had to be the night he told her.

They were getting closer and Gale was falling deeper in love with her. Her kisses came with the promise of something else and Gale knew that before that something else happened he had to tell her the truth. It would only hurt both of them if he waited any longer. It would certainly hurt tonight if she left him, but Gale wanted this to work. He wouldn't be cooking meth forever, and he had to be sure to tell her that, but hiding it would only make it worse.
He was fussing over every detail of his apartment, from the way the rugs were arranged to how his plants should be, when there was a knock on the door. Gale waited a few seconds, took a breath, then opened the door.

Vanessa looked extra pretty. Her black and white dress was tighter than most of the clothes he'd seen her in and it hugged her full-figure perfectly. The green gems in her earrings and necklace matched her eyes, smiling at him from behind those indelible cat-eye glasses.

Gale forgot how to talk for a few seconds.

Vanessa blushed. "I hope I'm not too early….," she began.

"No," he replied, finally finding his voice. "Not at all. You're perfect. I mean…you look so perfect. And you're not early….you're absolutely breath-taking."

Vanessa smiled, her blush deepening on her cheeks and neck.

Gale gestured for her to come in. This was going to be difficult. If he couldn't see her again after tonight….Gale led her to the sofa. She sat on the side closest to the door. Easier access to alcohol it would be for him then. It was probably for the best. This wasn't going to be easy; with her looking this way and his anxiety it would be hard to say what he needed to without getting distracted by thoughts.

"So…," he began. "Are you comfortable? Would you like some wine?"

"Sure," she replied. She inched closer to him, crossing one leg over the other. Her musky, sugary perfume radiated around her.

He poured her a glass. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay," she took a sip and reached for his hand. He hoped this would not be the last time.

"I…I really like you," he began. "I really like you a lot." That was a lie; he loved her and he knew it. He also knew he didn't want to scare her off any more than he was about to.

"When I told you I work in a lab, I wasn't entirely forthcoming." He took a deep breath. "The lab I work in…is kind of illegal because of what we make."

She looked concerned. "Oh."

Gale plowed on before he lost his nerve. "We make…meth. We make crystal meth. I'm a meth cook." He closed his eyes and braced himself. It was out now.

There was silence except for the sound of his upstairs neighbors walking around. Vanessa uncrossed her legs and looked thoughtfully down at her shoes, but she didn't take her hand away from his. Gale held his breath; why wasn't she saying anything?

"I'm sorry," he blurted out. "I'm so sorry, Vanessa. I had to tell you. I want to be honest because I want this to last. And I won't be doing this forever. A couple more months and then I'm done." He couldn't tell what she was feeling or thinking. "But if continuing this job means losing you, then I'll stop. I'll stop now."

She looked at him and put her hand to his cheek. "Gale," she said softly. "I'm glad you told me the truth. I like you, too."

Gale felt his face growing warm underneath her hand, relieved she wasn't angry. She traced her thumb over his bottom lip and he thought he might faint with desire.

She looked back down at her shoes, then into his eyes again. "How long have you been doing it?"

"Long enough."

She looked at him, expecting more detail. She was silent for a few minutes. Gale wasn't sure if the silence was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Well," she began. "This is new for me."

"This is actually new for me, too," Gale said quietly. "I haven't had a lot of dates. I didn't think I would ever need to have this conversation with anyone."

Vanessa said nothing for a minute or two. She drank the rest of her wine.

"You're so smart, Gale. Why would you do this? Why not teach or something?"

He had expected a question like that. "I just really love the lab." He took both her hands in his. "Imagine you couldn't paint. You could either talk about it or write about it, but not actually do it. Wouldn't it feel artificial somehow? And if someone came along and offered you the chance to paint all day long and get paid for it, the catch being it was somehow illegal, wouldn't you at least consider it?"

Vanessa looked at Gale. He wasn't a criminal, she knew that. But did he understand that meth killed people? That it ruined lives and tore apart families? It was the science he liked. From their very first email exchange she knew science was his foundation. All his beliefs and values were built upon it. Still, how could he morally justify making a drug that caused so much pain and suffering?

"Do you work for like a gang or the mob or something?"

Gale laughed softly. "It's not like that. It's run like a business."

Vanessa nodded again, then stood up. "I think I should go."

Gale's face fell. "Oh. Okay."

"I want to keep seeing you. I just need to think about this."

Gale walked her to the door. Vanessa saw the sad look in his eyes. She kissed him gently, and Gale thought he might melt into a puddle. He hoped this wasn't the last time.


Gale looked surprised to see Gus at his door. "Mr. Fring?"

Gus caught the flowery scent of women's perfume coming from Gale's apartment. "Hello, Gale," Gus hesitated. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"No, not at all," Gale grinned. "Please come in."

Gus glanced around Gale's apartment, not at all surprised by the decor. He looked around for a purse, jewelry, or lipstick-stained cups, but there were none. Gus sat on Gale's couch as Gale pulled his computer chair over. Gus told Gale about Walt''s illness and, as planned, wanted to know when Gale could cook on his own. Gus had been right about Gale's reaction—one of concern and an eagerness to help in any way he could. Gale wasn't suspicious at all.

Gus left Gale's apartment and went out to the car where Mike and Victor were waiting. Gus got in the passenger seat. "Watch his apartment. See who visits him. We might have a problem."

Mike and Victor exchanged glances.

"And if there is a problem?" Mike asked.

"Then take care of it," Gus replied.


Gale looked up at the ceiling of his bedroom. The sun was starting to go down and an orange-pink light came in through the blinds. It made Vanessa's red hair glow as she curled up next to him. Gale sighed and pulled her close to him. They hadn't left his bed all day, and he didn't want to leave it now. He had gone years without being with anyone, without physical intimacy, without being close to someone. There was no way he could go that long again, now that he knew what he'd been missing.

When he first knew it was going to happen, when Vanessa started to take off his clothes, he'd stammered to her nervously that it had been a while for him. Like a long while. He was nervous. She'd smiled and put her arms around him. "We don't have to do anything," she'd said. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable with me."

Gale just wanted to be ready. He wanted his bedroom ready, the perfect temperature set, and just the right lighting. So, she agreed to humor him and come back the next night. Everything was ready for her, including him. The perfect setting for someone he found so perfect in every way. The very first time had been quick, frantic, clumsy, and lasting only a couple of minutes; they were still mostly clothed. But the more they made love, the more confident Gale became. He figured out her body, what she liked and what she didn't. The past few days had been wonderful. She didn't bring up the meth conversation again and, not wanting to disrupt the harmony between them, he didn't either.

"I need to go home for a few minutes and feed my pets," she was saying as he got lost in the feeling of her bare skin against his.

"I thought you already did," he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Yeah, like ten hours ago," she giggled. She sat up and began to get dressed.

He got up with her and also got dressed.

"I just need to go over there feed them, get a change of clothes, and I'll be back," she said. She pulled Gale over to her and kissed him deeply.

"Change of clothes? You want to stay over?"

She blushed. "Well, yeah. I mean, if that's okay with you."

"Of course it is," he kissed her again. He wanted her to stay all the time, but it was too soon to talk about something like that. They had plenty of time to work up to it.

She opened the door, smoothing out her hair. "I'll be right back," she smiled.

Gale pulled her in for another kiss. He looked into her eyes and thought maybe for a second it would be okay to say it, but the feeling went away. This wouldn't be the last time.

"Okay," he said.

She squeezed his hand, then left. Gale shut the door, and felt like singing. He put on some music and decided to make some tea. He was thinking maybe they could watch a movie later, when there was a knock at his door.

Gale opened the door to a young guy with tears in his eyes. He looked vaguely familiar.

"Hi…uh, can I help you?"

The guy reached behind him and pulled out a gun.


Vanessa saw a rectangle of light spilling out into the hallway. She watched an elderly gentleman in a robe peer into the open doorway. She felt curious, then she began to feel sick. She walked quickly into a run down the hallway that seemed to make the hallway longer. When she reached Gale's door, the elderly man was on the phone.

There was blood smeared on Gale's rugs as he had attempted to crawl away from the door to his phone. He had stopped and was lying on his stomach.

Vanessa went over to him and turned him over.

"Hey," the elderly gentleman called, "do you know him? Do you know what happened? I don't think you should be moving him like that."

Gale was still alive, barely. Blood was at the corners of his mouth. Vanessa took off her scarf and pressed it into the widening red oval on Gale's abdomen.

"I don't know," the old man said into his phone. "There''s a girl here that appears to know him. Miss? Do you know what happened?"

Vanessa cradled Gale's head in her lap. His eyes blurred with tears, afraid. He tried to say something.

"It's going to be okay," Vanessa whispered. "You're going to be okay." She looked at the elderly man in the doorway. A young couple stood behind him. "Are they on the way?"

"Yes," he answered. "Do you know him?"

Vanessa looked down at Gale again. His eyes were closing slowly, like a sleepy child. "Stay with me," she whispered. He was trying to fight it, but he was going to lose consciousness soon.

"Please tell them to hurry," Vanessa said to the old man. "I can't lose him. We can't lose each other like this."

Gale's eyes closed and didn't open again.


When Victor saw the ambulance lights, he knew he was too late. But he had to see, to know for sure. Victor ran down the hall, looking at apartment numbers when he saw the paramedics pull out a stretcher. Gale wasn't in a body bag. One paramedic was shouting vital signs at the other as they pulled the stretcher down the hall. Victor backed into a corner and watched as they attempted to lift the stretcher down stairs at the other end of the hall.

Jesse hadn't killed him after all. He shot Gale, but failed to make sure Gale was dead. Victor shook his head. Stupid mistake. Gale could still die, but he could also live. This bought them some time. Victor walked to Gale's apartment. The door was still wide open and the small crowd that had gathered out in the hall were busy following the spectacle down the stairs. Victor stopped short when he saw her, the redheaded girl picking up Gale's wallet and keys. She turned suddenly and looked right at him. For a second, Victor was caught off guard, then he ran down the hall to his car. He had forgotten about her; forgot to check for her car in the parking lot. Victor was going towards his car to follow the ambulance, when he caught sight of Jesse, sitting in his car, staring at nothing.

"Little piece of shit," Victor muttered. He got in the passenger side, putting a gun to Jesse's head. "Drive, you little bastard!"

Jesse complied easily. He looked dazed, almost zombie-like.

When they arrived at the lab, Mike and Walt watched Jesse and Victor parade slowly down the steps.

"Well?" Mike asked.

Victor pushed Jesse into a chair next to Walt. "Kid shot him. But…he's not dead. He's still alive."

Mike stared a Victor for a minute, then looked at Jesse, and back at Victor again. "Alive? Alive how? Talking and walking around?"

"No. He was out when they took him."

"Out?"

"Unconscious."

"Where was he shot? Did you see? Did you see how much blood he lost?"

Victor hesitated.

"What did you see?!" Mike snapped, making everyone jump.

"I didn't get a good look. The girl was there."

"The girl?" Mike glared at Victor. "Did she see you?"

Victor avoided Mike's eyes. He said nothing.

"Did she see you?"

Victor didn't answer.

Mike hit Victor with the butt of his gun. "Did she see you, dammit!"

Victor put his hand to his lip. "Yes! But it was only for a second, okay? I ran as soon as she saw me."

Mike appeared to contemplate something for a minute, looking at all three men. Walt wondered if "the girl" was the one Gale had mentioned to him before. Had he told her? If so, wouldn't that make him more of a liability? If Gale lived and The Girl knew, they would both be a problem for Gus…

Walt started to speak but Mike interrupted. "Go back to the hospital," he said to Victor. "You call me the minute he wakes up or his heart stops, you understand?""

Victor nodded, still wiping blood from his lip.

"And for Christ sakes don't let her see you!"

Victor left the lab, and Mike took out his phone. "I really don't want to make this phone call, Walt. You two had to make this so hard, didn't you? And you,"" he gestured to Jesse. "You can't even kill someone right."

Mike dialed Gus's number and waited. "It's me. We've got a situation."


Vanessa sat in the waiting room of the hospital, her bloody scarf still balled up in her hand. She hadn't been much help to the police. She stared straight ahead in a daze as they talked to her, shaking her head or shrugging. She hadn't seen anyone or heard anything. They finally gave up and promised they would come back.

A woman in blue scrubs came into the room. "Mrs. Boetticher?"

Vanessa looked up, hesitated. "No. I'm not….," she paused for a minute. "Just call me Vanessa."

The doctor sat down. "Vanessa, I'm Dr. Ward. Your husband is stable. He's lost a great deal of blood, but we replaced as much as we could. We're hoping he regains consciousness in the next few hours."

Vanessa nodded tiredly. What did all that mean? Why did they have to be so vague?

"Right now, we're keeping him sedated, but we'll take him off of it in the morning to see if he wakes up on his own." Dr. Ward paused. "Sometimes with this amount of blood loss there can be effects on the brain."

Vanessa looked down at the dried blood on her hands. She hadn't thought to wash them since arriving at the hospital.

"The effects could be minor to serious depending on a number of factors." The doctor paused again until Vanessa looked at her. "He might not remember what happened or remember you, for that matter. Lack of blood to the brain usually has a negative effect on memory."

Vanessa nodded again. "Can I see him?"

Dr. Ward studied Vanessa's face carefully, unsure if she understood anything that was just said to her. "Sure. Come on."

Gale looked the way Vanessa expected him to: hooked up to beeping machines, tubes up his nose and in his arms, and his eyes taped shut. Vanessa pulled a chair close beside him and sat down, looking over all the machines keeping him alive. The doctor lingered in the doorway, then rushed off down the hall, responding to a page. Vanessa shut the door, and got as close to Gale as she could. She lay her head on his shoulder and took his hand in hers. She listened to his artificial breath and felt her forehead against his lukewarm skin. It was only then that she was finally able to cry.


Vanessa woke with a start, the remnants of a dream still in front of her face. A dream filled with red blood and white walls. She had fallen asleep curled up in the chair. Her neck cramped from the awkward position. She reached out to Gale's hand and kissed it, then she kissed his forehead. "Good morning," she whispered. His skin seemed warmer today.

Vanessa wasn't sure if she was allowed to still be there or not. She decided she didn't care and went in search of a sink to wash her face and hands. She found a water fountain instead and a clock that read 6:47am. Down the hall, Vanessa saw a man in scrubs staring at her. His eyes were dark brown and angry. He was oddly familiar in a way she could not place.

She sat next to Gale again, stroking his hand, listening to his breath. Was there more she could be doing besides just sitting here? She took out his cell phone to find family members to call. She wasn't sure if he had any or where they lived. He'd never really mentioned them to her. She searched through his contacts, but there was only one number for a G.F. She frowned, puzzled. Who was G.F.? Girlfriend? But it wasn't her number.

Suddenly, the monitor began to beep rapidly, alarmingly. She didn't know what to do, she yelled for help and a few nurses rushed in. Vanessa stood up from her chair as they shouted. They wheeled a crash cart into the room, pushing her out of the way. "You should leave ma'am," one of them yelled. They pressed the paddles of a defibrillator to his bare chest, yelling clear. It did nothing. Vanessa continued to back away to the other side of the room, until she felt the wall behind her. It was the only thing keeping her standing. She covered her ears to block out the horrible beeping noises. Gale's chest seized with electricity as they continued to shock him back to life. But Gale was no longer here. He was gone, and he had probably been gone since he closed his eyes with his head in her arms and his blood on her hands.

They kept working on him until one of the doctors, looking defeated, said they should call it.

"Time of death – 7:33am." The words echoed all over the room.

They turned around to her as she slid down the wall to the floor.

"Mrs. Boetticher?" It was Dr. Ward, but she looked blurry to Vanessa. "Mrs. Boetticher?"

Vanessa felt the room close in on her. The last thing she saw was the man with the angry eyes looking in from the doorway, a scowl on his face. She knew who he was, but then everything went black.


Mike sat across from Walt and Jesse, gun in his hand. Jesse was dazed still, staring down at the floor. Walt was insistent they start cooking.

"Gus would be very upset if we missed a cook, is all I'm saying," Walt grumbled.

Mike looked at him, unconcerned, disinterested. Mike knew Gus would be very upset if he didn't have a chemist to cook for him. Whoever it would be, they could make up the time. Mike's phone buzzed in his pocket. He answered without taking his eyes off his prisoners. "Yeah?"

Walt and Jesse looked at each other. They were either going to die or carry on as usual.

Mike leaned forward in his chair as he listened. He looked angrily at Jesse. "You sure? You absolutely positive?"

A pause. "Alright. Wait…did anyone see you?" Another pause. "You better be sure about that." Mike hung up, then dialed another number. Walt held his breath.

"Yeah, it's me," Mike said. "He's gone. Yeah, they pronounced him just a few minutes ago."

Walt turned to Jesse, whose face turned white as paper. He had done it. Jesse killed Gale. Walt wasn't sure if he should feel relief or remorse. Gale was dead, but it meant they would live.

"Fine," Mike said before he hung up. He stood up, putting his gun back in his pocket. "Start cooking." Walt and Jesse watched as he climbed the stairs and left them alone in the lab.

The two of them sat in stunned silence for a few moments. Walt turned to Jesse.

"Did you see a girl there?"

Jesse sat slumped in his chair. He didn't appear to have heard Walt.

"Jesse?"

Jesse turned slowly and looked at Walt, his eyes red and glassy.

"Was there a girl there?"

Jesse slowly shook his head. "No." He was sure Gale was alone. Alone and completely taken by surprise. Did Gale remember him from that day in the lab?

You don't have to do this…

It made Jesse feel worse that there was someone in Gale's life that he cared about and probably cared about him. He had changed his mind at the last minute and shot Gale in the torso, thinking maybe it would give doctors time to save him and him and Walt would have time to think of something else. He'd screwed everything up.

Walt stood. "We should get started."

A few hours later, Mike came back. He stood at the top of the stairs watching them, gun in his hand. Neither Jesse nor Walt knew how long he'd been standing there when they noticed him.

"Do we have to be baby-sat now?" Walt mumbled to Jesse. Jesse said nothing.

Jesse crushed the sheets of blue, and they weighed it, like usual. Like last night never happened. Mike stared down at them with his expression of perpetual disinterest.

Walt looked up at Mike. "You know he told her, don't you?"

Mike said nothing.

"He stood right here and told me he'd met someone. He was debating on whether or not to tell her. Gus might want to know about it."

"Why don't you shut up and do what you're being paid to do," Mike replied.

"All I'm saying is she could be a problem for Gus —"

"Shut the fuck up!" Mike yelled, his voice echoing through the lab. "Shut your fucking mouth, Walter! Is this not enough for you that you've got to go picking on a defenseless woman now? You got what you wanted. Now shut your mouth and cook!"

Walt stared up at Mike. They probably already knew about her. Maybe she was harmless. Maybe Gale never told her a thing. But if she did they were all in danger of her talking to the police. Or the DEA. What if Gale talked about him? What if Gale told her his name? Walt went back over to the scale to record the weights. Of course Mike and Gus wouldn't do anything to protect him. They would abandon him and probably kill him the first chance they got. It was up to him and Jesse to silence that girl.