How to deal with Arnie and other questions.

The three stood around the security guard, who was bound and gagged and facing the ground. He was wriggling desperately to no avail.

"We can't just leave him here." Jerry said. "He's seen her face."

Sam shivered with the towel wrapped around her. "Yeah. He also got a good look at my tits." Janet eyed her with concern and she spoke again. "You're right, I'm getting dopier. I really shunneda gone in that pool." She opened and closed her mouth a few times. "Shuneda. Shudna. Should. Not. Have."

Jerry was about to speak when Sam cut him off. "Yeah! Yeah, sure, yeah! I gotta siddown. But yeah! Ok. I can attach to Arvin again." The guard was still struggling on the ground. "Yeah, but I think I can't do much anyway. Alright, I'm attaching from you."

Sam's face went blank and she clumsily sat cross legged on the ground as Jerry bent to hold her arms behind her. "I'm very inbri- ineb-" Janet cut her off and told her to just attach to the guard again. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again she snarled. "What the FUCK is going around? Why is this bitch got her tits out and in the pool? Who fucking hit me?"

She turned to the struggling man and blinked. "Arnie? Why's Arnie on the fucking? Oh shit, I'm gonna get in so much trouble. Ugh." Her head bobbed forward till she hung limply in Jerry's arms, then she straightened back up.

Janet had an idea. She carefully walked behind Arnie and pulled him up, making sure he could only see Sam. Sam stared at him for a second. "It's that bitch from the pool," she slurred. "What a fuckin' rack."

Jerry let go of Sam and she stayed put, staring at Arnie as he stared back at her. "My God. Those fucking melons. I want 'em in my head. Face. What's she talking about?"

Janet leaned down and spoke to Arnie. "Hey Arnie, we know about that little secret of yours. One word to the right people..."

Sam gasped. "Oh shit! How do I know 'bout the fucking social security?" she asked, slurring heavily. "How do they fuckin' know? My mom's gonna go to jail, oh shit oh shit oh sh-"

Janet cut her off sharply. "We didn't know, but this one-" she patted Sam on the head, "- can read your mind. Sort of. What's this about social security?"

Sam started babbling in panic. "Oh shit she can see in my brain? What the fuck, why's she acting like that? She knows my mom's been scatching my dad's checks even after he fuckin' died!" The man struggled even harder at that, causing Sam to talk even louder. "Fuck! Fuck! You piece of shits! You wanna send a old lady to jail for paying her fuckin' rent?"

Janet squatted next to Sam. "You can detach now." Sam just glared, so she turned to Arnie. "You want her out of your head, right? She needs to detach from you for that to happen."

Suddenly Sam went limp, then slowly raised her head. "I've started being very drunk. I maybe'll pass out soon," she slurred in a monotone.

Janet ignored her and turned to Arnie. "Ok, Arnie, now we know your secret. We know about the social security fraud. Now, to be honest, I don't want to have to use that information and hopefully I won't have to. We've got all the footage of us so we'll need you to get a little creative with your story. Whatever you need to say to save your job, feel free to say it. Just make sure to forget everything you saw here tonight. You didn't get any good looks at us, you have no details. Got it?"

Arnie nodded, face still to the pavement. "Got it."

Janet stood and turned to the other two. Jerry stood and without a word, they walked back to Jake's apartment.