Original subtitles

Why do I feel like crying?

She was my fucking pimp.

Who'd want to kill Olga, Julian?

Same people who killed Janet Holmes?

Do you remember Lisa Beck?

Lisa Beck.

Yeah.

She was, you know, young.

A girl I brought in.

A thing happened to her in the bathroom upstairs?

Colin, staring at that photo won't make him magically appear.

Elizabeth Shannonhouse,

found with her neck broken in a motel called The Costello.

This photograph found next to the victim's head.

Do you recognize the man in this photograph?

- No. - This photograph was found

in a crime scene.

I can't call the police because there's a dead woman

in a motel room, and your son was

the last person she was with.

The man in that photograph,

he's-he's a prostitute.

I used him a couple of times.

She said that?

- Uh, hey, dirty - What?

Look at the girl right there

Let's do it, baby. Got to party.

Bon voyage.

Uh, a little party time, huh?

Okay.

Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Switch ya hips when ya walkin', let down ya hair

Down ya hair

I like the way you do that right thurr, right thurr

Lick your lips when you talkin'

That make me stare

I like the way you look in them jeans...

- Listen to me. - Okay. All right.

When that woman...

- Breaks your heart... - Mm-hmm.

And you're lost,

and you don't have one fucking friend in the world,

you come back home.

To your new life, Julian Kaye.

Come on, it's not... it's not goodbye.

I'm gonna be around.

I hope she loves you as much as I do.

Hello, baby.

I'm here.

God, this is so surreal.

How did it go today?

I don't know. I just, uh...

I just walked right out the door.

He wasn't home, so I kind of...

I don't know, I guess that's...

that's how you change your whole entire life.

You just walk out a door.

One last job.

I'll meet you later. I love you.

Hello?

Delivery.

Hi, Janet.

- Hi. - Hi.

"Call Me" by Blondie

Color me your color, baby

Color me your car

Color me your color, darling

I know who you are

Come up off your color chart

I know where you're coming from

- Call me - Call me

On the line, call me

Call me any, anytime

- Call me - Call me

I'll arrive, you can call me any

Day or night, call me

Cover me with kisses, baby

Cover me with love

Roll me in designer sheets

I'll never get enough

Emotions come

I don't know why

Cover up love's alibi

- Call me - Call me

My love, call me

Call me any, anytime

- Call me - Call me

I'll arrive, call me

Call me for some overtime

- Call me - Call me

My love, call me

Call me in a sweet design

- Call me - Call me

Call me

For your lover's lover's alibi

Call me

- I got a theory. Okay? - Yeah.

Okay, it's this generation, right?

These people, they have no game whatsoever.

There's-there's no romance, no seduction, like us.

You know, that was our shit.

They will be standing next to the baddest chick

in the entire club, and that dumb-ass is on the phone,

swiping left and right,

trying to hook up with a piece of ass three miles away.

They are not present for the pussy. That's the problem.

They don't even fuck, man. They just rub.

- Oh, boy. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- Nah, I'm-I'm... - I got to finish that up.

- All right. - But, hey, hey, Ren.

Business is good, right?

- Amen. - 'Cause my clients,

they don't use their fucking phones.

They don't trust them. They trust me.

And they're gonna love you.

- What does that mean? - They are.

You make women feel like they're the eighth

fucking wonder of the world.

- Oh. - You make women blossom.

Dude,

I could book you solid if you wanted.

You see that woman over there?

She's been staring at you since you sat down.

I can get three grand

- for you right now. - Stop.

- Nah. - What?

This right here? That's, like, two grand.

- Two thousand? - Yes.

- For this guy? - Yes.

- Three. - Three? Okay.

- Fuck... - Okay, let's go. Let's go.

What do you mean, "Let's go"? What are you doing?

- Don't, don't, don't, don't. - Vegas odds, baby.

She's fucking out of her mind, man.

Oh, yeah. Oh, she's batshit crazy.

- Mm. - But I tell you what,

she loves you, though. Yeah.

She's got a fucking weird way of showing it.

She doesn't want to see you in, some, uh,

- shithole apartment. - I love my apartment.

Or sleeping on a dead woman's mattress.

Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha.

Uh-oh, that's the champ.

That's the champ. That's the ch...

- Five grand, motherfucker. - 5K? Come on, motherfucker.

- That's it. - Five grand.

That's what I'm talking about.

If you go home with her tonight.

Or she needs a date for an event tomorrow night.

Here's her card.

Seven grand for the whole evening.

Ten if you sleep over.

Well, shit. Ten grand for a sleepover?

I'm fucked-up. I'm-I'm-I'm...

That never stopped you before. Come on.

- But... - Come on, J.

- Come on. - Five grand.

- Yeah? - Mm...

- Yes. Yes. - Yes.

- Yes. - Yes.

- Mm. - Come on.

- Fuck. - Yes.

- There he is. - Mm-hmm.

Thank you for, uh, "getting me out of the house."

No. Come on. J.

- Fuck. - J!

Come on in.

Do you want to get a drink, or...?

I think we should just go upstairs.

You coming?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm coming.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

It's okay. No, it's okay.

I got you. I got you.

I know. I know.

I have a son.

Colin.

This doesn't have to happen.

I know what he fucking does!

This is how it's being handled.

If he hurts her, I'll kill him.

N-No. Don't say that.

I will fucking kill him.

You don't have to do this job, you know.

We could just...

we could just leave. You could bail.

Hey, I love you.

I love you, too.

Do you recognize the man in this photograph?

No.

That's not good enough.

I'll call you back.

Any news?

I'll tell you the second I hear.

Is Richard home?

He just left for a meeting.

At the motel,

when I was cleaning up Colin's things...

I missed something.

Okay.

It was a photo.

Colin had it on him.

And a detective came here

and started asking me a bunch of questions, and...

The thing is, it was a photo of-of John and me,

taken a long time ago.

I know, you told me to get rid of everything.

Colin saw me with it and...

Where are you going?

To clean up your mess.

Intense music

Sir?

The injuries are quite extensive.

There is more that we can do,

but it's going to be complicated and expensive.

I know this is difficult,

but it may be most compassionate to put her down.

No. No.

I don't, I don't think I can make that decision.

Here's the total, sir.

Wow.

I mean, you've probably heard this before,

- but this house is beautiful. - Thank you.

- You live here alone? - Almost never.

- Have a seat. - Here?

Mm-hmm.

Enjoy.

Wow.

Looks like you like some water with your fruit salad.

Makes me feel like I'm on vacation.

Thank you very much.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

So, you had some questions for me?

Yes. But first,

I'd like to say I'm sorry about Olga.

I know how it feels to lose a family member.

Thank you.

She was an interesting character, your aunt.

What do you mean?

Well, she ran a colorful business.

I tried to stay far away from whatever she was doing.

But she did pass the torch to you.

I run a completely legitimate business.

Olga did not.

No. She ran high-class prostitutes

right out of this house that you now own.

You inherited it from her, yes?

I produce live, adult entertainment.

I'm not a madam, I'm a boss.

But growing up here, you must have seen

some interesting people, some interesting things.

As a homicide detective, I'm sure you have, too.

You know anyone who might have wanted Olga dead?

She piss someone off?

I don't know, maybe, uh,

one of the clients or one of the escorts?

Well, she pissed off a lot of people.

Especially at the end.

The sky's the limit.

But no one specific comes to mind?

Nope.

Where were you the night she was murdered?

Running an event in Beverly Hills.

You got somebody to back that up?

A dozen people can.

That's right, you told me before.

You're a girl who likes a crowd.

Well, thank you so much for your time.

- Pleasure. - If you think of anything,

- please give me a call. - Sure.

That's fucking amazing water.

No doubt about it. I'll show myself out?

Thank you.

Hello?

Anne.

- Yes? - Hi. Um, it's...

uh, Julian. Julian Kaye. Uh...

Isabelle, my-my-my friend, she...

she tried to introduce us last night.

Right. Hi.

Hi. Um...

You know, she had mentioned that maybe you were looking

for someone to...

uh, accompany you

to, uh, an event this evening?

You know, you look like my dad after Kennedy died.

Thanks a lot for that.

I don't know.

I can't see anything. There's no shape.

- I see a straight line. - Where?

The queen kills Janet Holmes, the hustler goes away for it.

Hustler gets out of jail, takes his revenge on the queen.

- Mm. - You don't like it.

- I don't like it. - Why?

Because Janet Holmes didn't even know Olga.

Olga didn't know her. There's absolutely no motive.

To set up Julian?

Man, why does all the trouble in the world

land at the feet of Julian Kaye?

Think you missed your calling

as a social worker, Sunday.

- Thanks a lot, Captain. - Call up his mommy,

chat about all that.

You ask me, you've got your perp.

Thanks for nothing. Appreciate it.

My name is Olga.

- Are you serious? - Can you smile for me?

Hey, show me your hands, buddy.

Show me your hands!

Stay away!

Michelle?

Michelle.

What's going on out here?

I don't know what I was thinking.

I should've just called the police.

You were trying to protect Colin.

- No. - God forbid

- he did something to that woman. - No.

He didn't have anything to do with this.

How do you know that?

Because I know our son

is not capable of hurting that woman.

I know him too, but he's a human being, Michelle.

Just like you, just like me. He's capable of anything.

Richard, he didn't do this.

Mrs. Henderson?

She won't answer, hon.

Knock all you want, but she won't answer.

Who asked you, all right?

Mrs. Henderson, are you in there?

My name is Joan Sunday.

I'm with the LAPD.

I just want to talk to you about your son John.

Oh, shit.

Mrs. Henderson!

Stop running!

Slow down!

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Okay. Okay, I'm good.

I'm good. Oh, fuck.

You're coming back.

No need to run.

There's no need to run.

It's like a fucking pizza oven in here.

All my senses are on fire

30 feet above the floor

Only want to get you higher

Higher than we've been before

Love in motion

Love in motion...

Yeah. I understand that, Josh.

I'm asking if it can change.

Because it's fucking clunky UX, Josh, okay?

Give me one sec.

No, fuck that. I'm not doing this right now.

No, no, no. We're putting it to bed.

Yeah. Monday. Bye.

Fucking A. Hi.

- It's, uh, Anne? - Uh, yeah.

Is it, uh, it's Julian,

- yeah? Hi. - Julian. Hi.

- Nice to meet you. Here we go. - Nice to meet you.

Uh, what are you, what are you drinking?

Yeah. Widow Jane Manhattan, on the rocks.

Can we just have, uh, two more? Oh.

- Please... - Wow.

Okay.

Chivalry. It's like seeing a ghost.

- Not dead yet. - Okay. Just bleeding out

in the street somewhere?

- Horribly wounded? - There you go.

Um, I'm sorry if I-I... I interrupted you.

- You seemed busy. - Oh, no. Fuck it.

Fuck it. It's just so fucking annoying.

- Sure. - Yeah.

What do you, what do you, what do you do, Anne?

I launched a video dating app last year.

- Kismetic? You know Kismetic? - No.

Okay, uh, it combines swipe technology

with a, with a social feed.

It doesn't fucking matter, okay, man? Right?

I wrangle douchebags for 90 hours a week

on fucking Xanax and sheer fucking will.

It's not glam,

- let's put it that way. - Okay. More...

More like, uh, punk rock, huh?

Punk rock. Punk fucking rock.

Mm. But you know what? Fuck it.

No more work. Blah, blah, fucking work.

Let's leave it in New York, all right?

Okay, so, um...

Okay, work is, uh, work's in New York.

- Yeah. - So-so, so what are we,

what are we doing here?

Tonight is my 20-year high school reunion.

Do-do you, uh, do you usually go to your high school reunions?

Hell no. Dude, do you?

No. No, high school was, uh, it was definitely not my thing.

Me, neither.

So how come, how come you're going to this one?

I got a coach/guru lady in New York, and she told me to go.

Okay. I'm really glad that I can, you know, be of service.

Is-is there, is there someone specifically

that you'd like me to be?

- Of course. - Okay.

You're gonna be Dr. Patrick Cohen, okay?

You're a dermatologist in New York City,

and we met on my app.

- Uh, okay. - You can do it?

I think I... I got it.

- I think. I can do it. - Good.

Jesus Christ.

Mrs. Henderson.

Mrs. Henderson.

Mrs. Hen... Oh, Jesus. Mrs. Henderson, are you okay?

Oh, geez. Oh, I'm sorry I scared you.

You're all right. We'll get you inside.

Okay, that water's cool enough, all right?

Get in nice and slow,

and I'll be, uh, right out here when you're done.

Holy shit.

Wow.

Panish.

There's a way for you to help Colin,

to clear his name.

- How? - I'll set up an interview

with you and the detectives on the Shannonhouse case.

You'll explain the photograph and identify Julian Kaye.

You'll tell them how he was obsessed with you,

how he saved the photo,

maybe even had it with him at the motel.

You'll tell them how he was violent.

And how when you heard about the girl he killed,

your first thought was, "It could've been me."

- Panish, uh... - Michelle,

I've kept your secret for years.

To protect you, to protect Richard.

You need to do this if we're going to save your son.

Colin fled the scene.

He could've called 911, but he didn't.

I know you don't want to do this,

but if the cops find Colin before we do,

he'll be arrested for murder.

Text me the address.

Wait, just wait. Just wait.

Hold on.

Oh, my God.

Anne, are you okay?

No. I...

I can't do this, actually. I can't do this.

- Okay. - What is this?

- What? - What are we doing?

What am I-I...

Anne, I can...

I can leave. You don't...

We don't have to do this.

I don't have to come inside with you.

These people...

these people don't want to see me.

They don't want to see me.

- Trust me on that. - Okay.

I don't want to fucking see me, either.

- Hey, hey, hey. - Okay? I just want to go.

Okay. lt's okay.

Hey, yo, just give us one second, okay?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Okay, I don't, I don't, I don't want to overstep here,

but I-I... I don't think you should do anything

that you don't want to do.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Hey. Hey, let's get...

- Let's get the fuck out of here. - Let's go.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Okay.

I owe you an apology.

It's my fault that John went away for so long.

It is. I made a mistake.

You know, my mom lost a son.

And I'm really sorry that I put you through all of that.

You know, I just came to ask you

how John was before he got arrested.

What was he like?

I didn't see him much.

And why was that?

He hardly ever came home.

He was angry with me.

And why was that?

Because...

Because I sent him away.

Where?

To a school in Los Angeles.

A lady came and...

took him in a fancy car.

She even paid me.

But...

that's how much potential he had.

Do you remember the name of the woman?

- Olga. - Olga.

Somber,

And how old was John when Olga took him away?

Oh, my God.

Fifteen.

He had to get out of here.

He had to get away from her.

Yes.

- Your turn. - Nah.

What are you talking about?

Drink it. Drink it. Drink it.

Two more.

Ah...

Here, do some of that.

This is what I'm talking about.

I fucking love this song.

Fuck yes.

What are you doing?

Come over here.

I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's gray and Wednesday, too

Oh, Thursday, I don't care about you

It's Friday, I'm in love

Dance with me, man.

Monday, you can fall apart

Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart

Oh, Thursday doesn't even start

It's Friday, I'm in love

Saturday, wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday never hesitates

I don't care if Monday's black...

So, this is how it works?

This is how it works.

I can tell you what I want to do,

and you'll do it?

You can ask.

Yeah, motherfuckin', titty-suckin'...

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God. Oh, yeah.

Oh. Oh, give it to me.

I want you to fuck me.

Come here. I want you to fuck me.

You're on the no-fly list

- No fly - Shit.

Wow.

Don't cry, baby

Your flight is pulled

Come on. Do it. Fuck me.

These are the things

You can't control...

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Harder. Harder.

Oh, man.

Oh, man. Oh, fuck.

Shit. Oh, fuck!

And I'm sleeping better in a better land

I'm on the no-fly list

No fly

I'm on the no fly-list

On the ground...

Hi.

Hey, it's me.

Is this a bad time?

No, no.

Uh, I'm up.

I stayed home. I-I thought you might call.

I miss him, Rachel.

I mean, this is insane. It's supposed to get easier.

It's... been 15 fucking years.

He was your baby brother.

I think...

grief's got a mind of its own on this one.

Yeah.

I miss you too, Rachel.

I mean, I know I'm not supposed to say stuff like that, but...

Boundaries.

Boundaries, that's right.

And why do we have those, again?

I can't keep holding on to this idea

that you're just gonna show up at my door someday

and suddenly be the person that I want you to be.

Well, maybe I want that, too.

Who you are

and who you want to be are...

completely different things.

Well, people can change.

But can you?

I'm... I'm sorry about Andrew.

And I know this... day must be so hard for you,

but I got to go, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Fuck.

Hey. Any updates?

Updates?

Yeah, on when they're gonna fix the televisions.

Oh, yeah, no.

Between you and me, I wouldn't hold your breath.

My boss fucking sucks.

Well, thanks for the honest opinion, um...

- Paloma. - Paloma.

- Mm-hmm. - Beautiful.

- Thank you. - My name's Joan.

- Hi, Joan. - Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

So, what do you do besides folding towels all day?

A lot of things.

I act, sing. Bartend.

Wow. Not all at the same time, I hope.

What do you do, Joan?

I'm with the LAPD.

- Detective, homicide. - Wow.

Okay.

Impressive.

Well, thank you very much.

I've been on the job over 30 years, you know?

I'm in the middle of a case now

with some really dark shit going on.

It's... it's a Pandora's box type situation.

- Do you have a partner? - No.

I don't. The captain tried it a couple times,

but you know what? I'm cranky,

I'm set in my ways and I like to work alone.

No. I mean,

do you have a partner in life?

Oh.

Um, no, not at the moment.

I'm cranky, I'm set in my ways and I like to work alone.

Me, too.

Hmm.

Do you want to maybe grab a drink sometime after my shift?

Yes, I would.

I had to escape

The city was sticky and cruel

Maybe I should have called you first

But I was dying to get to you

I was dreaming while I drove the long, straight road ahead

Uh-huh, yeah

Could taste your sweet kisses, your arms open wide

This fever for you was just burning me up

Inside

Yeah

I drove all night

To get to you

Is that all right?

I drove all night

Jesus!

What the fuck, Anne?

Woke you from your sleep

To make love to you

Is that all right?

I drove all night

Fucking shit.

- You okay? - Yeah.

I'm okay.

- Come here. - What's going on, Anne?

Come here.

Oh, Jesus. Come on, stop...

- Come on. Come here. - Anne, just...

Come here, come here, come here.

Touch me.

Touch me. Touch me.

- Ah, Jesus... Anne, come here. - Touch me.

- Come here, come here. - What?

Why don't you just... why don't you talk to me, okay?

- Talk to you? - Yeah.

- Yeah. What are you doing? - Come here. Come here.

- What? - Kiss me. Yeah, kiss me.

- Yeah, I'll kiss you. Okay. - Kiss me.

- All right. Ow. - Bite my lip.

Anne, can you just tell me what's going on and talk to me?

Tell me what's going on. I'm right here.

I don't want to fucking pay for that.

I understand.

Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?

- Christ. Just be careful. - I-I don't want to talk to you.

- All right? - I want you to do

- what I want to do. - I understand.

Which is, I want you to tell me that I'm a piece of shit.

- Why would I say that to you? - I want you to tell me

that I'm a horrible person.

Anne, talk to me. Just try.

What do you want me to say to you?

Tell me anything.

You want me to tell you anything?

- Yeah, tell me. - How about, how about

I fucking killed a person?!

Hey.

- Shit. - I'm still here, Anne.

Okay.

Okay.

No. Oh, shit.

I dated this guy.

Fuck.

I dated this guy in high school.

Tom.

Tom Caruso.

And one night I convinced him

to go to this college party with me.

And we got blasted.

I drove us home.

I wr...

I wrapped my piece-of-shit car around a fucking tree.

Tom died.

After it happened, you know, everything moved so fast.

My fucking parents, they just got the best lawyers,

and everything... everything just...

went on.

I was never punished.

I know how my fucking life looks.

I know what it looks like, but I don't feel it.

I'm not there.

I'm not, I'm not now, okay?

I'm then. I'm then.

And until someone fucking makes me pay for it,

I am fucking stuck.

I cannot, I cannot escape.

I can't fucking escape.

Is that why you're here... Anne?

Is that why you came to that reunion,

t-to pay for it?

Maybe.

Well, I think maybe...

maybe you didn't come all this way to get punished.

You know, maybe...

maybe you came all this way to face it.

Not too many people do that.

Shit, you...

you crossed a country to face it. I...

I-I don't think that's bad. I...

I think it's brave.

Yeah, I think you're brave.

Michelle.

I'm here at the precinct.

I'm wondering where you are.

Dark,

You'll explain the photograph

and identify Julian Kaye.

You'll tell them how he was obsessed with you.

You'll tell them how he was violent.

Can I ask you something, Julian?

Sure. You can ask me whatever you want.

What?

Huh?

What happened to you?

What do you mean?

Ah, come on.

You're a beautiful man,

but you are covered in tells.

You got scars, you got tattoos,

you got pretty words for punishment.

Come on, just tell me.

See, my life, it's not your problem, Anne.

You're paying me.

You know, I... I'm here, I'm here for you. I'll...

To listen, you know, to-to...

to help you and...

to touch you if you want it.

Mostly, you pay me so I leave.

Can I pay you to be honest?

- Hmm. - Hmm.

- I can do this. - You can totally do this.

I can do this.

You can totally do this.

- All right. Here we go. - Let's go.

Although...

I got to, uh...

I got to go this alone.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah, I don't want these people thinking, uh,

that I ever loved anybody after Tom.

'Cause...

'cause I never have, so...

But this is for tonight.

Thank you, and goodbye, Julian.

Goodbye, Anne.

Mm.

- I got this. - You got it.

- Okay. - Mm.

Hopeful,

- She been here all night? - Mm-hmm.

Um, this is for the, uh...

for her dog.

Hi, this is Michelle.

Please leave a message.

You have an ETA on your client, Mr. Panish?

Change of plan, fellas.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Stratton can't make it,

but she's authorized me to tell you everything she knows.

Somber,

- Hi. - Hi.

You okay?

Yeah.

Listen.

I'm gonna tell him.

Richard. I'm gonna tell him everything.

Why would you do that?

I can get the best lawyers

and the best specialists and-and experts,

detectives, whatever.

- I know you can. - No. Then we can prove...

- Prove? - That you didn't do it.

I think now you just got to forget me.

No.

You just got to forget about me.

Just do it.

How?

I think you should go now.

Don't go.

I'm gonna walk out.

You're gonna ask yourself if I'm gonna look back,

but I promise you I'm not gonna, okay?

No. I don't believe you.

I'm gonna...