Caleb Rivers: Hanna...
[closes door]
Caleb Rivers: you can't move everything on your own. You will get caught.
Hanna Marin: I know. That's why you're gonna help me.
Caleb Rivers: No, I'm not. We agreed that we weren't gonna touch anything.
Hanna Marin: No, you guys agreed. And since I could spend the rest of my life in an orange jumpsuit, I think I have the final say here.
Caleb Rivers: We're never gonna pull this off.
Hanna Marin: Yes, we will! I found a drill bit that can break that lock.
[waves it about]
Hanna Marin: And I've already rented a van and a dolly.
Caleb Rivers: What are you gonna do with everything inside the bin?
Hanna Marin: We'll burn the clothes and the personal items.
Caleb Rivers: And the barrel?
Hanna Marin: We'll roll it into the woods somewhere and call the police with a burner phone.
Caleb Rivers: They will trace your tire tracks.
Hanna Marin: I won't drive on any dirt roads.
Caleb Rivers: Hanna, you're not a forensic expert, okay? You cannot possibly know everything that you need to do to avoid leaving a trace.
Hanna Marin: Alison's gone through a lot of trouble to pin this on me. For all I know, she could have stuck a wad of my gum under Mona's shoe. My DNA could be anywhere in there. I have no choice but to do this. Just like you did when you found that knife.
[sighs]
Hanna Marin: This has to work.
Caleb Rivers: [sighs] You forgot one thing.
Hanna Marin: What's that?
Caleb Rivers: The cameras.