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Previously, on cracked. - The past year,
you've been involved in 2 fatal shootings.

- Don't put me somewhere boring.
- Psych crimes and crisis.

Your job is to respond to any crime
scene or crisis that seems likely

to involve an emotionally
disturbed person.

- You know how to use a gun?
- Not a cop.

What's your problem? I don't know, you
tell me, doc, you're the psychiatrist.

Symptoms of post-traumatic stress. I need
you to keep me up-to-date about Aidan.

- I'm his partner, not a babysitter.
- Listen to me, look at me!

I know you got
something inside you

that is really loud
and it won't shut up.

- Is he ever just gonna be ok?
- Well, he's not broken, he's cracked.

(Caw)

(Muttering)

(Voice of news anchor,
indistinct)

(Muttering): He's coming,
he's coming, he's coming...

Gotta be ready,
gotta be ready...

(Metallic racket)

(Grunt)

Yeah, I know you're coming,
I know you're there...

Gotta be ready, gotta be ready...
What's up, dad?

He's coming now, he's coming...

What're you doing?

He's coming to kill us!

Oh shit! Who's coming?

Annihilation time, baby!

(TV): As crude prices reached a
three-month high today in response

to ongoing middle east tensions.
(Caw)

We have a new report in,
the angel of the apocalypse

is taking over the world.
(Phone dialing)

And you must fight him,
Michael!

Do you understand?

Yes! Yes!

My dad. Something strange
is happening to him.

- My dad...
- Shhh, shhh!

- No! No! Ahhh!
- Shhh! Shhh!

(Moaning)

Shut up! Shut up!

♪

♪ I got out of bed today ♪

♪ swear to God,
couldn't see my face ♪

♪ I got out of bed today ♪

♪ staring at a ghost ♪

♪ oh have you seen my ghost ♪

♪ seen my ghost, seen my ghost ♪

♪ oh have you seen my ghost ♪

♪ staring at the ground ♪

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(moan)

(Siren in the distance)

Man on radio: [Edp in progress
requesting psych crimes]

[Presence in high park area.]

(Siren)

Hey, it's the new unit!
Which one of you is psych

and which one's crime?
Doctor Ridley.

Forensic psychiatrist.
Detective black.

What do we got?
Emotionally disturbed male,

Mike de soto,
approximately 45 years old.

He's got an impressive
collection of blades

and tools on his porch.
What kinds?

Knives, axe, hammers,
shovel, saw.

That's a lot of weapons.

Meh, he can only use
one at a time.

- You're not nervous?
- If he runs at us,

I shoot him in the chest.
Aidan...

Just because you're here to
encourage civilized conversation

doesn't mean I don't do my job.
Well, then I guess my job

is to make sure you don't
have to do your job!

How fun, an argument
on their honeymoon!

- Anything else we need to know?
- His teenage son didn't show up

to football practice
this morning.

We think he's still inside.
Tried calling, no answer.

- We'll enter through the back.
- Yeah, yeah, go!

- What's the kid's name?
- Nick.

I'm Michael the archangel,
I'm Michael the archangel...

Alright, guy's got blades
so we stay back, about here.

(Quietly) Easier to establish
trust if we're closer.

Easier to stab us dead
if we're closer.

The horseman have as king over
them the angel of the abyss...

Mr. de soto?

Mike?

This is doctor Ridley.

I'm Detective black.
We're with the police.

Sir, we see you have a knife
in your hand and that scares us.

The beast will come, the beast
will come, the beast will come!

We'd like to talk to you, but first
we need you to put down the knife.

Gather yourselves,
gather yourselves...

And eat the flesh...
And eat the flesh of kings...

And eat the flesh of kings...

Mike, I see you've got blood
on your shirt. Are you hurt?

Were you in an accident?

If you're hurt, Mr. de soto, we'd
like to get you medical attention.

Let us eat... let us eat
the flesh of the kings.

Let us eat the flesh of the kings.
I'm Michael the archangel.

Michael, it's not
a knife to you, is it?

Do you believe it's a sword?

[Aidan, we're in.]

No sign of de soto's son yet.

Mr. de soto, where is
your son? Where's Nick?

Dark angels are descending.
They're descending on you now!

Someone was hurt, last night. If
it's not you, we wanna know who.

They know what's inside you! They see you!
They know all about you! What's coming!

What's waiting! What's waiting
to come out of you!

What's waiting to come out of
you! And what are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

Is he hurt? Is he bleeding?

Ok, Mike, let's just...

Mr. de soto...

I bet you've been preparing
for battle for hours now.

You look tired.

It's okay to take a rest.

You've kept things
under control really well.

It's safe now to take
a break, Mike.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good.

Ok, Mike... (He sobs.)

Mike, listen to me.
Now, we're gonna...

(Panting heavily)

(Quietly): Tell him to put
his hands behind his head.

Mike, can you please put
your hands behind your head?

I just need to make sure
that we all feel safe.

Great, thank you, Mike.

Ok...

Stand up, please.

And walk down the stairs.

That's great.

Thank you.

It's ok, Michael. Turn around.

Slowly just turn around,
face the house,

and just walk back towards us.

Great. Good job.

This is Detective wisnefski
with psych crimes.

I need a paramedic.

Check under his shirt,
see if there's a wound.

...of devils... habitation
of devils... devils...

Anything? No?

Devils, devils,
habitation of devils...

Poppy. How's the kid, is he ok?

Pulse is steady.
He's coming around.

- We got no wounds.
- Just stay still, we got help on the way.

If the blood's not coming from the
kid, if it's not coming from Mike,

then somebody somewhere...

Has got a lot of blood on them.

He was talking about...
Someone trying to kill us.

Freaked me out.

I tried to leave,
but he grabbed me.

He said he wanted to protect me,
not to hurt me.

He wanted me in the basement...
And we were fighting.

And that's how I...
Must've fell down the stairs.

Nick. Your dad's shirt. Do you
know how blood... got on it?

No... I don't.

Was there an accident?
Did someone try to hurt him?

He's fine. Physically.

Hey, Nick, I saw these on
the counter in the bathroom.

Does your father have a history
of psychiatric problems?

He's bipolar, but I've never
seen him this bad.

He takes lithium.

When can I see him?

Lamotrigine.

Lithium has its side effects,

but a sudden switch in meds,
he must've destabilized.

Where's your mom, Nick?

She died, 6 years ago.

When can I go to him?

Soon. Just a few
more questions.

Do you know where your dad
was last night?

He was here when I went to bed.

Is it possible he went out
after you went to bed?

Did you hear the door
open and close?

His phone rang at,
like, one o'clock.

Ok. Nick, I'm going to take
you to see your dad, now.

- Ok...
- I'll walk you out.

(Indistinct)

- Hey, Aidan.
- Look at you in your natural habitat!

Before I let you in,
tell me, what the hell?

What?

You drew your weapon, unprovoked,
on a man with a mental illness.

De soto had blades,
I saw blood.

We could've been shooting the shit about
Michael the archangel all day long.

So yeah, I drew my weapon.

He surrendered. Nobody died.

Ok.

Yeah. I shouldn't have
drawn my weapon.

So, are you gonna let me in or should
I, like, go get a cheeseburger?

It's really weird
being back here...

Without really being back here.

Hedging your bets?

Oh! Uh...

They should've taken that down.

I don't know why it's here.
I've been gone for over a month.

I should introduce
you to someone.

Sean...

This is Aidan black, my
partner in the new...

Thing that I'm doing.

Sean mccray...
How you doing, man?

- Oh! Ha! Ha! Got a hug!
- Chief of psychiatry here.

So this new thing you're doing
involves wearing a bullet proof vest.

It's worlds colliding!

And you're a lucky guy
to have daniella as a partner.

We lost a great asset
when she left us.

Well, I'll be around
a lot with psych crimes.

And when you are,
are you here as an

investigator with the
police or as a physician?

- Both.
- What I mean is...

Can you truly have de soto's
best interests at heart

and still interrogate him as
a suspect at the same time?

Well, I guess I'm wearing
the vest now, aren't I?

Ok.

Hi, Nick.

Can you take his restraints
off or loosen them or something?

Yeah, just a little while longer, and we'll
find him a more comfortable spot, ok?

Hey, there's a vending machine
over by the elevator.

Why don't you grab yourself
some pop and chips, ok?

- I'll be back in a minute, dad.
- Mr. de soto?

- Mike.
- Where am I?

You're in the hospital.
You're safe.

It's ok.

Can we ask you a few questions?

Where were you last night, sir?

How did you get the blood
on your shirt?

The darkness is descending
upon us, the darkness is...

Mike, how did you get
the blood on your shirt?

The darkness is...

It's a gonna take a while
for the meds to kick in.

For now, this is all we're gonna get.
(Cellphone ringing)

(Screaming loudly)

(Aidan): What's up, poppy?

Ok. Daniella?

We got his car.

(Moan)

(Siren in the distance)

You wanna do it?

Nothing.

Leo...

Hey, we got a blood trail.

And here.

(Leo): Blood on grass.
You can actually see it?

You get to the point where you can
see blood on just about anything.

There!

(Aidan clears his throat.)
Hey, Liz.

Surprised to see me?
Not really.

Homicide and psych crimes are gonna
be joined at the hip now, I think.

The coroner counted 3
visible knife wounds.

Our guy de soto was waving
around a big fat carving knife.

She has defensive wounds too.
She didn't go easy.

- How long has she been here?
- More than 8 hours, less than 16.

And lividity suggests that she was
moved within an hour of her death.

- Did you find the knife?
- No.

It looks like she was brought here
in de soto's car and then dumped.

Flowers, folded hands, he
spelled out the word "fallen".

Whoever did this had a
sentimental connection to her.

So, she probably wasn't
dumped, exactly.

So her killer really cared?

- Any I.D.?
- Nothing here or in the car.

What's that stamp on her hand?

"Brl-l-l-I-g".

The brillig. It's a college
bar on Vaughan campus.

I shut it down once
when I was in uniform.

She could be a college girl.

But she's got scars and
burn marks on her arms.

Looks like old
intravenous drug use.

Ok, so we're looking for a guy
covered in blood, who's out

of his mind and who ditched his bloodsoaked
car at the scene. What do you think?

De soto's a lawyer with a nice
kid and a nice house...

But when you're manic, even a nice guy can
do some pretty opposite-of-nice things.

But still, I wouldn't want
to predetermine guilt

or innocence based on parts
of a whole picture.

You should teach your partner that 99
times out of 100, it's pretty simple.

The obvious suspect
is the one who did it.

- Give me a minute. Hey!
- Hey!

Maybe go easy on her?
She's new to this.

Yeah? Maybe you should stop chasing
me when I walk away from you.

- You took the furniture.
- It was mine.

The bed was yours.
Why didn't you take the bed?

- Aidan...
- You don't want the bed?

No! No! No! I don't.

Alright, so he puts
her in the backseat,

and then covers her
with his jacket...

Why?

To keep her warm.

To hide her.

Or maybe to cover her face.

Give her a bit of dignity.

There's no bad reasons
to cover her up?

Pretty much no.

And that explains why the
lining of the jacket was bloody.

Alright, and he...

Pulls her out,

picks her up like this.

Yeah, but I don't think he would
throw her over his shoulder.

He cradled her,

like a child. Right, that would
explain the blood on his shirt.

Ok, and then, he comes
over and just...

Sets her down.

Gently.

She betrayed God and she
was cast out of heaven...

The police artist is making her look
alive so we can go out with a poster.

I'm going to go see the night
manager at the brillig.

Vaughan university registrar.
Meeting him in an hour.

Good. I moved up the autopsy

and put a rush on de soto's
cellphone records.

Hey. How's it going, Nick?

I'm alright.

It's ok if I sit here
for a little bit?

Yeah.

- I'm Detective wisnefski.
- Hi.

- Leo Beckett.
- The... the poster of the missing girl

you put up on the Vaughn u
message board

kind of looks like my study
partner, Sophie.

- What makes you think it's Sophie?
- Well, last night,

she was gonna pick up
some notes at my place on

her way home from the pub,
but she never showed.

Well, maybe she met a guy at the pub and
just forgot to come pick up the notes?

It's not like her. She's the
most dedicated student ever!

And today, she wasn't in class and
she's not answering her texts...

Ok, so, the photo
you saw on the poster...

It was enhanced to make
the girl look alive.

I'm gonna show you another photo
of a girl we found this morning.

And you mean, this
one's not enhanced?

That's right,
this girl is deceased.

Is it Sophie?

We won't know until
you identify the photo.

Can you do that for us?

I mean, if you can't,
that's totally ok.

Is there blood?

Yes.

(She takes a deep breath.)

Do you know this person?

(Sobbing): Sophie.

This is what she really
looks like.

I took it last week when we met
at the Vaughn u resource centre.

- Do you know where she lived?
- No. She never said.

Did she show up at the resource
centre with that coffee?

Uh... yeah.

That cup. She got her
coffee at Vivaldi's.

There's only one of 'em.

It's on cherry street.
Vivaldi's...

That's a long way from Vaughn u. Yeah,
maybe she lived near Vivaldi's.

Can you text me that photo?

Sophie Anne Wells, age 24.

She's in the system.

All over it, actually.
Before law school,

there was vagrancy,
solicitation,

possession of heroin,
resisting arrest...

Mom's awol, dad's
in the pen for assault.

That girl grew up with shining examples.
Looks like she got through it.

Vaughn u admitted her
without an undergrad degree.

She had a compelling story,
off the chart lsat scores,

and a... powerful reference
letter from a lawyer!

- Guess who?
- Really!

- Uh-huh!
- Michael the archangel!

He represented her
on a solicitation charge.

Got her time served plus parole,
conditional on addiction counselling.

I mean, from the looks of this file, Mike
de soto really turned her life around.

He's been helping her
recently. She used his office

as her mailing address when
she registered at school.

And here's the name
of her addiction counsellor...

Tom Jarvis.

If he's any good,
he'll know all about her.

Including her new address.

Sophie was always moving.

I haven't seen her in 6 months,

since before she started
law school, so... no.

I'm sorry, I don't know
where she lives.

The last time I did
see her, though,

she was... she was excited.

Happier than I'd ever seen her.

She was going to meetings
and working her steps...

- Why was she always moving?
- She... didn't want Marco to find her.

Marco was her pimp...

Her boyfriend, dealer...

Asshole.

I guess he finally
tracked her down.

Does Marco have a last name?

Let me check her file.

Marco was the one that
introduced her to junk

when she was 16...
Then turned her out.

Was he ever violent?

Yeah, he put her in the
hospital more than once.

That's why she would always
change her name,

move, use a false address...

You know, she had to use her real
name when she went into law school.

I hope that's not what ended up
getting her killed.

Here it is.

Pentino. Marco pentino.

I just can't believe it.
You know, she just...

Her life was just starting
to come together.

Hey you know who you should talk
to is her lawyer. Her lawyer. Why?

She worshiped the guy.
His name's de soto.

Talk to him.

He'll tell you all
about Marco pentino.

Search warrant for de soto's
office finally came through.

These are Sophie's files.
All these are for Sophie?

Well, like her record said,
the girl had a complicated life.

Just look at all this.

Court cases, probation...

Social worker assessments.

And look at this, a restraining
order against Marco pentino.

Her pimp.

And here's another one,
2 weeks prior.

Looks like the 1st one
didn't stick...

(Sigh)

I've put out an alert
for Marco pentino.

Have de soto's cellphone
records come through?

Mmhmm. He received a call at 1:03 A.M.
from an unregistered number.

Nick said he got
a call about then.

Unregistered number,
disposable phone.

Apparently Sophie liked
to cover her tracks.

Are these the autopsy reports?

Yeah, they just came in.

You.

You drew your gun without cause.

Yeah... I drew my gun
without cause.

Why?

I don't know.

Contain it. Can you do that?

Stabbed 3 times,

some bruising, no sign
of sexual assault.

She was clean and sober.

Tox screen negative
for drugs and alcohol.

- Hah...
- What?

Her blood contained high
levels of beta-hcg...

- What's that?
- It's a hormone...

Here it is. (Sigh)

Sophie was pregnant.

About 8 weeks along.

So the lab's backed up. DNA results
from the fetus could take a week.

(Daniella): So we can't compare it
with de soto's DNA or pentino's.

If we can even find pentino!

(Poppy): He was her dealer.
I'll check with narcotics,

see if they know where
that douchebag is.

Aidan, I need you and daniella
to go back, talk to de soo

and see if you can find out where the hell
Sophie's body was before he moved her.

Let's go.

He's responding to meds, but he's
still in no shape for questioning.

And he's manic, so everything
he feels is amplified.

Gotta try. We gotta find
the place she was killed.

It's simple. He knows.

Hey, buddy.

- Oh, hey.
- Don't you got somewhere to go?

Aunt or Uncle or something?

No, uh... I don't.

- You hungry?
- Yeah, starving.

Let's go.

Are you gonna be ok in there?

Sure.

Tell you what, I'll wait out here 'til
you get inside, get some lights on, ok?

Ok.

Thanks.

(Cellphone ringing)

Alright, I'm on my way.

Look, man, what you gotta
call back up on me for, man?

You know what I'm doing
every day, b!

I'm out here, man, I do... oh,
look, now you got the Terminator!

- Turn around. Hands against the wall.
- For what?

- Hands against the wall!
- No, man, I didn't do nothing, man!

What you bothering me for, man?
What'd you tell him I did, man?

I didn't do nothing! Ahhh, man!

(He moans.)

And I know your kind, man.
You runnin' on me, huh?

Where were you the night
before last?

Same place I always am.
The pink lady.

- [I got business concerns.]
- [They close at 3, you know that, right?]

[Not for me. See, I got a shorty
who live upstairs, named Ellie.]

(Chuckling): [She'll never
close a room!]

Note to self.
Raid the pink lady.

I think you're lying.

I think you were out
hunting down Sophie Wells

and snuffing out her life.

Snuffing out her...

What, what are you trying
to say? Sophie's dead?

I'll go check on his alibi.

Were you wearing
these clothes yesterday?

[And what, you think I killed
her? Why would I do that?]

[Because you couldn't stand]

That she got herself out of your
life, and your greasy shadow.

You know, for a sweet
piece of ass,

you sure got a nasty mouth
on you, girl.

- Did you know she was pregnant?
- And what?

I got snipped years ago. Baby ain't
mine, you wanna see my scar?

Maybe you killed her because
the baby isn't yours.

I don't think
you're getting it.

I never cared 'bout
Sophie, ever!

See, she was more like
a piece of property.

[I liked her a little
more than my TV...]

[A lot less than my car.]
(Chuckle)

You got me here for
the wrong reason, girl.

Officer!

(Sigh of frustration)

I need a shower.

I spoke to the woman pentino said
he was with, his alibi checks out.

And stripper girlfriends
make such reliable witnesses!

Just, let's hold him until we
find our crime scene, alright?

Maybe we can tie him to it.

Any luck finding the location
where the girl was killed?

Only person who knows for sure
is de soto. He was there.

And all he'll remember is what he
experienced while he was psychotic.

Mmhmm, so nothing useful?

Well, he'll remember some things
that are totally fictional...

But others will be
distortions of reality.

(Poppy): Like what?

Like, if de soto perceived an
element of reality as distorted,

we can work our way back
from that distortion

and figure out what reality
it's based on. Follow me?

No.

Ok, see poppy's backpack?

If I was bipolar psychotic

like de soto... I might not see
this backpack as poppy's.

Instead, I would see it
like a... turtle,

just sitting there,
looking at me.

It's like analyzing images
in a dream, finding out exactly

what is real.

And if we can figure
that out, maybe we can

figure out where de soto
found Sophie's body?

It's a long shot.

And we won't know
what parts of his memories

we can trust and what we can't.

Well, all that's good enough
'cause this is our only shot.

If we want to find out who killed Sophie,
we have got to find the crime scene.

So you want to foster

his illusions rather than
urge them to go away?

No, daniella. You want
to implant reality.

We won't hurt him,
just let us try.

You really are becoming
one of them.

(Scoff) She hasn't quite assimilated
into the collective quite yet.

- I'm still a doctor.
- Who wears a bulletproof vest!

Sean!

(Sigh)

You've got 10 minutes.

- Where's my son Nicky?
- He's home, safe.

Catching up on some sleep.

He's a good boy,
he's a good boy...

I wish he didn't have to...

I...

I wish that I could
remember something that...

Was more use to you.

But all I remember is the...

Is the faceless devil

and the silver claws for hair.

Where was Sophie
in all of this?

The angel?

In a tower of light.

What about the faceless devil

with the silver claws for hair?

Remember that picture of Sophie
with the coffee on cherry street?

- Yeah.
- Silver claws for hair.

I know what that is.

Imagine being manic and you
thought this thing was alive.

A tower of light.

Now, which apartment?

Thank you.

The smell of blood.
Hands in pockets.

Deciphering reality
from distortions...

It worked.
We got our crime scene.

The killer came in,
he stabbed her,

she struggled, he stabbed
her 2 more times

and she fell here... any
prints on the murder weapon?

It was wiped clean. So for one fleeting
moment, a bit of clarity peeked through.

Or de soto could have
found her already dead,

picked her up, and carried
her off to a better place.

It wouldn't occur to him
to clean the knife.

He was dealing with the devil,
not trying to evade the police.

(Daniella): Sophie had a lot
of recovery literature.

Even a leather-bound big book,
the 12-step Bible.

"To Sophie from tom,
Christmas 2011."

But there would be other things.

Journals, bits of paper,
gratitude list...

Jarvis said she was working
the steps, so she would've

written a personal inventory
to free herself from her past.

I will check the nearby
dumpsters for it.

There's no computer. What college
kid doesn't have a computer?

Let's go back and talk
to de soto again.

See what he can tell us.
I'll meet you there.

- I can wait.
- Nah, take Leo.

I'm gonna go through these books and see
if she wrote any notes in the margins.

And I might stop by her
addiction counsellor's again

and see if he has
anything else to say.

I should've warned you.

I can be a bit obsessive.

Suit yourself.

Can you tell us about
what you remember

from when you were carrying
Sophie away from her home?

I was holding onto
this beautiful...

Angel.

Sophie was just...

She'd been through
so much, so much...

And I just took her away
from all that blood.

What brought you there
in the first place?

The phone.

- Sophie called you?
- She was angry.

No...

No, she was frightened.
Someone threatened her.

Who was it, Mike?

Please God, don't let it be me.

Was it you, Mike?

She was pregnant,
did you know that?

- Yes... no!
- Was it yours, Mike?

Was it yours? What? No!

Leave him alone!

You're trying to trick him into
saying stuff he doesn't mean.

- No, it's ok, Nick.
- Dad, they want to pin a murder

on someone and they're gonna pin
it on you if you keep talking!

Alright, come on.
Let's go. Let's go.

My dad didn't kill anyone!

If that's true, it's my job to prove it.
You have to let me do my job.

- And if he did...
- He didn't!

And if he did, he'll probably be
found not criminally responsible.

He's ill and I'll testify
to that myself.

And what? He'll just stay here?

Yeah, until the doctor
says he's better.

Did you know...
That it's hereditary?!

What? Bipolar disorder?

Yeah, I have, like, a...

20 to 30% chance of...

Ending up just like my dad.
I could already have it.

It's ok to be afraid, Nick.

We all got stuff inside us that we
don't know about, don't understand...

And it's scary not knowing if...

Or when it's gonna come out.

Most important thing to know
is you're not alone. Ok?

But right now, life...

Is just throwing
you a curveball.

You're under a lot of stress,
so if you're feeling...

A little freaked out,
I think that's pretty normal.

Ok?

Yeah. Ok.

Hello?

- Daniella, right?
- Hi.

I thought I was too late.

No, you're lucky. Actually,
I'm usually gone by now,

but I had a couple
errands to run.

Can I help you with something?
Yeah, thanks.

I asked her who the father
was, but she wouldn't tell me.

I got the feeling that he was married.
One of her professors, maybe?

Maybe... it just seemed a
little more illicit than that.

Like it was someone that I knew
and wouldn't approve of.

The therapist you sent
Sophie to...

Tom Jarvis.

He inscribed a book
to her last Christmas,

then said he hadn't seen her
since she started law school.

That's September, right?

You think tom Jarvis
was sleeping with Sophie?

He was her therapist,
she trusted him.

Well, it's just that I can't seem to find
Sophie's recovery journals anywhere.

She would have, what, a, um...

4th step, list of amends,
gratitude journal.

Yeah... Sophie did
all those things.

And there's another step,
the 5th, right?

Where you're supposed to share
everything with your counsellor.

Yeah.

Did Sophie tell you
she was pregnant?

No, I... I haven't talked to
Sophie in about 6 months, so...

Ok, well, is there any...

Thing else that...

You, um...

Might have to tell me that she
might have shared about herself?

Yeah, but...

I can't tell you, because...

That would betray
her confidence.

Oh!

Well, I guess I'm just
a bit confused, then.

She has no more confidence
left to betray, right?

She died.

I just thought you might
want to help. It's ok.

I should go.

Yeah.

Sophie's death must
have hit you hard.

Yeah, sure.

I know most addiction
counselors are recovererng

alcoholics and addicts
themselves...

Are you doing okay?

I've been clean for 8 years.

And I need to get going too...

It's just, your pupils
are so tiny...

Your hands are shaking.

Opiates, right?

I'm gonna be late
for something.

So I think you should
probably go.

(Sigh)

Tom, you're not
thinking this through.

I work with the police...

Shut up!

(Moans)

(Moans and screams)

(Moans of effort)

Aidan, stop!

(Moan)

(Panting): It's ok...

Its' ok.

Officer down, send an ambulance,
90 enoch road.

(Sobbing)

Here, hold my hand.

You're ok.

The ambulance is coming, ok?

I got it.

Stings, I know.

Let's have a look at your back
where he kicked you.

- No. Thanks.
- Daniella.

I mean no, thanks, Leo.

Hey, where you going?

I just wanna...

I don't remember
where I parked my car.

Your car's at headquarters.

I'll drive you there.

If you're not gonna let
Leo look, let me look.

Just to make sure you're okay.

You said, "officer down".

Yeah.

You called me officer.

Well, psychiatrist down
sounds kinda stupid.

You're my partner.

What was it that de soto
kept saying to you?

"Something inside of you"?

"What's waiting to get out".

Yeah.

You should go to the hospital.

I don't belong there anymore.

True.

♪ And when I awoke
I was sure it was true ♪

♪ I ran to the window ♪

♪ threw my head to the sky ♪

♪ and said whoever is up there ♪

♪ please don't let me die ♪

♪ but I can't live forever ♪

♪ I can't always be ♪

♪ one day I'll be sand ♪

♪ on a beach by the sea ♪

♪ the pages keep turning ♪

♪ I'll mark off each day
with a cross ♪

♪ and I'll laugh about
all that we've lost ♪

♪ calendar girl who is lost
to the world ♪

♪ stay alive ♪

♪ January, February,
march, April, may ♪

♪ I'm alive ♪

♪ June, July, August,
September, october ♪

♪ I'm alive ♪

♪ November, December,
all through the winter ♪

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