Um, I'm sorry.
It's just... idle hands.
You're apologizing for cleaning up my kitchen.
I'm the one who's sorry. I've ruined the evening.
I guess you may have gathered that wasn't my divorce lawyer.
I've got one of those.
They usually don't call at nine at night
asking about blood tests.
This deranged cop wants to get Hanna in trouble
for something she couldn't possibly have done.
But he's already decided she's a criminal,
so who cares about probable cause?
Sounds like Hanna's gonna be okay, though.