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To explain the bloody pants they'd already planted in his apartment.
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-Nick, this is great. -Yeah
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-Who shall we go to? -Nobody.
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Yet,I mean,to the unbiased eye,
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we're just backing a horse that died in the gate.
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A lot of "what ifs" and conjecture, you know.
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We don't have anything. We need some evidence.
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Look, if Lincoln didn't fire this gun,
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then somebody with some serious skills went to
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work on this to prove he did.
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Fine, but how do we prove that?
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I know a guy.