Eight weeks, three days.

I told you it was not finished, Sam Hell… I didn't think so. She's doing good, huh? She's just gonna sleep it off. Why aren't you out looking for her, huh? Going my way. Abby was at the diner last night. I mean, you're the cop. Better than you. Oh, gee. That's good, girl. That cuts me to a quick. You made us feel safe. This young chick named Ambers will come… Everybody out.