All language subtitles for Boomtown s01e11 Monsters Brawl

What?

I don't watch TV.

All right, what channel?

Yeah.

This explosive footage, which shows
robbery homicide detective Joel Stevens

physically assaulting a documentary
filmmaker, is already setting off a

criticism among civil rights advocates.

The police department and district
attorney's office have yet to comment on

highly controversial video.

Stay tuned for further coverage of this
alarming story as it develops.

He was gone when we got here.

Whoever swung that brick had to smash
him pretty hard to crack his skull.

Can you pull a print from a brick?

From some of them, but that one looks
too porous.

Risa, anybody approach you guys to see
if they saw anything?

No, but there was a news crew here.

News crew?

We might be injuries.

Guys, there's a lighter.

May I?

Clubs?

Dear Bradley, I thought you might like
your old jacket again.

I just had it cleaned. It's new again,
just like you.

I am so proud of you. I knew you could
do it.

Now go live your dream.

All my love, Mom.

Ann Dawson, Simi Valley.

I don't think it's a dream she had in
mind.

I wrote it six months ago.

I got his jacket clean for when he got
out of rehab.

And I wrote him the note.

I was proud of him.

So proud.

But I wasn't paying enough attention.

God.

And it isn't our fault. I didn't say it
was our fault. I said it was my fault.

This was his fourth rehab.

His fourth.

And every time was the last.

This is it. I got it licked.

Every time after about a month, gone.

Where's the body?

His body's down at the morgue.

You can make the ID by photograph if
you'd like to do that.

Okay.

Oh, God.

Is that your son, sir?

No.

That's not Bradley.

It ain't the kid?

This is Bradley Dawson.

Good -looking kid?

Yeah, maybe not. He's been living on the
street for the last five years. I need

you guys to find him. He may know
something about the John Doe who was

his jacket.

Any idea where we might find him? Try
around MacArthur Park.

Did you get that? To the park we go.

Oh, look at these people.

You ask yourself how a guy can come to a
place like this in his life?

Probably by bus.

Must you always be so cynical?

Yeah, pretty much.

Hey, buddy.

What?

Seen this guy?

No. Say, I got a full bladder. You want
me to piss on your car?

Only if you've been drinking Armorol.

Yeah, we're good.

Thanks.

That guy looks like Jonesy.

Remember Jonesy?

Guy used to paint those words down on
the river.

You know his story or is that before
your time?

Vaguely.

Jonesy was an artist. Then he was a
drinker.

One night he needed it so bad he left
the kids home on their bed and went out

the local watering hole.

Fire started in the wall, burned the
house down, and all the four kids in it.

I don't know how a guy comes back from a
thing like that, so... Jonesy's way was

just to stay two fingers below the label
at all times. What do we got over here?

Is that our guy?

That's the profile.

Bradley Dawson.

Hit him again.

Bradley Dawson.

There you go.

Pull in front. I'll jump out and get
him.

Oh, wait. This is getting that car
loose.

No, no, Bradley.

Don't go over there.

Then we got to drive on the grass. Let's
bet for the sod. Bet for the ducks.

That's it.

You just let us know when you get tired.

Not working out, huh?

I used to be a long distance runner.

I did a three or seven marathon.

I mean, that's like seven miles.

Bradley, just turn over.

I just want to ask a few questions.

Turn over, Bradley.

That's it. Hands out of two sides.

That's it.

Do you think you could get me just like
a little bit of...

This is going to get a lot worse.

Did you see anything at the park this
morning, Bradley?

Anyone having a fight?

Anyone getting robbed?

In the park this morning? I don't know.

You weren't awake?

No, I don't know.

Bradley, you don't know whether you're
awake or not?

No, I don't know.

Were you blacked out this morning?

No, I'm trying to tell you that I don't
know.

I mean, listen to me.

I mean, I'm like powerless.

To alcohol.

I mean, it's a freaking disease, you
know?

Do you have any idea why you're here,
Bradley?

I'm drunk in public, probably.

You're here because the dead John Doe
was found in the park this morning with

his head caved in.

Oh. Yeah.

You know what he was wearing?

Your jacket.

Imagine that.

My jacket?

How did he get my jacket?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

So these guys with the camera, they say
why they were there? Well, they said

they pulled up when they saw the
ambulance, but that didn't really make

sense.

Why not?

Well, because I'm pretty sure the car
they left in was already there when

and I pulled up.

Do you remember the car? Yeah.

It was a big SUV, black, and I even got
the plates. You got the plates?

Yeah.

It's one of those vanity plates.

Brawler. B -R -A -W -L -E -R.

What?

Nobody remembers license plates or
anything.

Well, it was parked in the blue zone.

And I always checked to see if cars in
the handicapped zone had their tags.

And this one didn't.

I guess the name just stuck.

Well, if you ever get tired of driving
that big red truck, come be a cop.

LAPD. Detective Smith.

Detective Stevens.

We're looking for Peter Corman.

I'm Peter Corman. What can I do for you?

Chemical man?

Sure.

What is it? Were you in MacArthur Park
this morning?

Uh, why?

Just answer the question, please.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is weird.

Um, Gordon, the police are here.

Well, this is about the dead homeless
guy, isn't it?

The paramedics said you guys were ENGs.

ENGs? Electronic news gatherers.
Freelance schools will show up at crime

shoot footage of dead bodies, sell it to
TV stations.

Uh, no, we are not that.

Hmm, we're filmmakers.

We're making a documentary about the
homeless in L .A. And no narration. The

people speak for themselves. It's like
Frederick Wiseman, only hipper, not

propaganda.

One of the paramedics says she thought
you guys were there before they arrived.

Yeah, we were there all night. You see
something?

I mean, more than saw something.

So you've got something to show us. And
I know we should have stuck around, you

know, giving a statement, but we were so
freaked out. We didn't know what to do.

Yeah, we didn't know what we had on the
camera until we got back here, so...

Let's see it.

I have to warn you, it's pretty harsh.

How's Bradley?

He was a little disoriented at first,
but he's okay.

Can I talk to him?

In a little while, yeah.

Thank you.

Did he know anything about the man who
was killed?

Mr. and Mrs. Dawson, I'm sorry to say
that your son was more than a witness.

Seems he was the perpetrator.

Perpetrator? What do you mean?

You're saying he murdered this other
man?

No. We wish it wasn't the case.

You're mistaken.

You have to be. It's impossible.

You don't know Bradley.

Ma 'am, we have a videotape of your son
killing the other man.

How do you know this time would be any
different from all the others? At least

he wouldn't be out in the street
doing...

A man is dead because we let go of our
sons.

Isn't that what you say in your support
groups, in your meetings, how we have to

let go? Well, why don't you come with me
and find out?

I have to go outside.

Will we be able to talk to Bradley?

We'll see what we can do, ma 'am.

You okay, partner?

Yeah.

I just don't understand how you can let
someone go.

What did you just say?

Sir, I was just thinking out loud.

You think I'm a monster, don't you?

You think I don't care about my son?

No, I don't, sir.

I mean, I don't think you're a monster.
I'm sure you care very much about your

son. Are you married, detective?

Yes, I am. You have any children?

Mr. Dawson. I'm talking to your partner
now, okay?

Sorry, Phyllis.

It's okay.

Mr. Dawson, if I said anything... Do you
have any children?

A boy.

How old?

Eight.

Magic age.

You can play catch, but you can still
chase him and tickle him.

You ever just watch him?

Without him knowing, just watch him.

Back of his head, his hair.

You look at that and you just can't
believe it because you never thought you

could love somebody so much or be so
loved.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

Now, jump forward 20 years, and that
same little perfect boy is now a

drunk.

You have tried everything you can think
of to help him, and nothing works.

And every time the phone rings, you
think, oh, this is it.

He's dead.

And then one day the call does come.

And you come down to a police station
and you look at a jacket.

And you think, my boy died in that
jacket.

Can you imagine how that feels,
detective?

I'm sorry, Ken.

Well, try.

You go home tonight to your wife and
your little boy.

And you try to imagine exactly that.

Home. Cal.

Home.

Cal.

Turn it off.

What, you don't want to watch it?

See, I can understand that, because I
don't want to watch it either. But

sometimes we got to watch things, man.

You remembering things better now,
Bradley?

All that program talk about the disease,
my blackouts. I'm saving my little

pennies to get back into rehab.

You weren't blacked out this morning,
were you? That's why you ran when you

the cop car.

I was just trying to get my jacket back.

That guy stole your jacket?

What? Well, Frank, no. He had it, but he
didn't take it.

How was his name?

Frank? Frank.

Baker, I think. So he had your jacket,
but he didn't steal it.

No.

They gave it to him. Who gave it to him,
Bradley?

The guy. What guy?

The guy.

It's my jacket. I mean, they took it
when I was sleeping. I usually wear it

that no one takes it, but...

I guess I wasn't wearing it then, and
they gave it to Frank so they could see

fight him for it.

And I did.

But, um, I couldn't do it. Not with
these hands.

So you picked up a brick?

No. You bashed Frank's head in, no? No.
You want to see the video again? I mean,

yeah, but... But what?

But what?

But I didn't pick up the brick. I mean,
they gave it to me. It wasn't like I was

looking for a brick.

Who gave you the brick, Bradley?

The guy. They would give me... They gave
me two bottles if I can get it back.

And then they handed me this brick. And
I said, well, I could really hurt

Frankie with that brick. And they said,
don't worry about it. We'll give you

another bottle.

So I took it. I took the brick.

These guys.

These guys you keep talking about. These
guys. Who are they?

Guys who make the videos.

What videos?

What videos, man?

These videos started in Vegas last year.

Popped up in San Diego, and a few months
ago, they popped up here in L .A.

And it's not just bums biting.

It's something where they get bums to do
anything, from jumping off billboards

to drinking urine, whatever suits your
viewing pleasure.

Besides your partner, who buys this
crap?

A lot of people, Joe. Mostly online, but
the L .A. one, it's only been out a

month, sold over 100 ,000 copies. 100
,000? I never knew this stuff existed.

There he is.

Bradley Dawson.

Apparently you've used him a lot.

Somewhat of a star, in fact.

He even made the cover.

Let me see that.

Produced by Peter Corman and Gordon
Sinclair.

You lied to us.

Well, no, actually we didn't. See,
Monsters Brawl is a documentary. Yeah,

documentary, but you left out a few
important details. You want to know why?

Excuse me. Because people get on their
high horse, like you, right now. What

high horse? A man was murdered. We're
just doing our job.

And so are we.

Could you stop that, please? He doesn't
have to.

You film desperate, destitute men
fighting. You don't see the problem with

Oh, I get it.

These bums are children who have to be
protected from themselves.

Is that it?

Or maybe you buy all this alcoholism is
a disease crap.

Not my fault, Your Honor. I didn't mean
to wipe out that family with my car, but

you see, I'm a drunk. Yeah, what about
you?

Huh? You wipe out Bradley Dawson and his
family? What's your excuse? Hey, I'm

asking you politely to get that camera
out of my damn face.

And I'm ignoring you. Hey, look.

Filming people who fight may be legal,
but giving a man some booze to hit

another man in the head with a brick,
that's against the law.

Who did that?

You, according to Bradley.

Bradley? Well, of course he's going to
say that. He'd do anything to shift

responsibility. Yeah, we're inclined to
believe him. Oh, come on.

Let's imagine what a judge and jury
would think, okay? On the one hand,

got an aspiring filmmaker and a Stanford
law grad.

On the other hand, you've got a self
-admitted alcoholic with a strong

motivation to avoid responsibility for
murder.

Talk to your lawyer. You see, you have
no case. No. How about you talk to our

lawyer? Let's go.

Hey there.

I'm Deputy District Attorney David
McNorris.

Hello.

How long are we going to play the
silence until I talk game?

Game? Oh, no, this is no game.

We both know that you're more than a
passive observer in the death of Frank

Baker. I'm a documentarian. Being a
passive observer is my job. Hmm.

Here we go.

Peter Corman.

Graduated middle of the pack at Stanford
Law.

Passed the bar on his second try.

Ooh.

Congratulations. Yeah, well, not all of
us can be Order of the Coif like you.

Ooh, I didn't realize you were so
sensitive about that.

It says here that you gave, uh...
Bradley Dawson.

Cash and alcohol.

The fight. Was he kind of like a
personal gladiator?

What does it feel like now, having the
death of a man on your hands?

If, as a charitable gesture, I did give
him a sandwich on occasion, it doesn't

mean I aided and abetted a homicide. We
both read People v. Beeman, Mr.

Magnoris. Which is why you're sitting
here.

Where's the specific intent?

You can't prove I did anything to
encourage Bradley to kill Frank...

name? Baker.

Frank Baker. You should try to remember
that, since your actions brought about

his death.

Okay, a couple things. First of all, my
actions didn't do anything. And second,

a dead wino is your sympathetic client?
Good luck at trial, Mr. McNorris.

Frank Baker was nothing more than a
hopeless, gin -soaked wretch. He was a

walking genetic flaw.

The world won't miss him.

I can't imagine a jury will, either. You
know what I'm going to really enjoy?

Cross -examining you.

Counselor, if you had anything on me, we
wouldn't be talking right now, would

we?

Enjoy my coffee. Oh, I will.

We're screwed.

Why is that?

They protected themselves on every
angle. We have nothing to charge them

They staged a murder. No, they filmed a
murder. That's a huge legal difference.

So you're saying they walk?

Into the sunset.

Told you guys this was going to be an
uphill battle.

You didn't try hard enough. Oh, I did. I
tried hard enough. You did not try hard

enough. I tried as hard as I could. You
did not try hard enough.

If that's not good enough for you, I
suggest you run for governor.

They're guilty. They're guilty? How do
you know that? We have a witness. Your

only witness, as young Peter said, is a
self -admitted alcoholic with a motive

to lie.

They gave him a brick. They gave him a
payoff. They're guilty. Why are they

guilty? Because they're white and rich?
Because one kid went to Stanford, the

other one wants to be Spielberg?

If that were the criteria, half of this
town would be in jail. Good night,

gentlemen.

That's great. All right, Jay, I'll keep
you calling Thursday? Yeah. All right,

thanks.

Ah, should have expected to see you
here.

Sorry? The whole monster's brawl story,
murder, mayhem, prurience, appeal, that

kind of stuff, isn't it?

Yes, it is, but I'm not covering it. Why
not?

I'm just not.

It lost its appeal.

I'm here to bring another writer. Sweet.

Excellent. Thanks.

Excuse me. Mm -hmm. I gotta go.

What's going on?

Yeah.

Disturbing video has emerged showing
what many believe to be a referring

of intimidation and brutality within the
ranks of the police.

This explosive footage, which shows
robbery homicide detective Joel Stevens

physically assaulting a documentary
filmmaker.

I tried as hard as I could within
California law, Detective Stevens. If

not good enough for you, I suggest you
run for governor.

I'm asking you to stop. Hey, as long as
I'm not touching you, I'm okay, right,

Peter? Nope. I'm trying to have a
conversation with your friend here.

Okay, and you're making it very
difficult. Look at the veins on your

It looks like a mappity out.

Peter, look, listen to me. I don't care
what you said or didn't say to Bradley,

all right? I said nothing. Great. I just
think his parents have a right to know

the truth. Just talk to them.

Why would I do that? Peter, do you have
parents?

Well, that's what they're called.

Don't let Bradley's mother and father
hang in limbo. Hey, back off.

Oh, I can hear his voice crack.

Good morning, you kids.

Looks like we've touched on a raw nerve
here, folks.

I'm sorry. Am I getting the camera out
of my face? Hey, come on. Take the

out of my face. Hey, come on. Come on.
Take the camera out of my face before I

kick the snot out of you.

You all right there?

Oh, man. My legs are numb.

Dude, I think you really hurt my back.

Look, I'm sorry.

All right?

I'm sorry.

You think about what I said, Peter.

Don't let Coppola Jr. take you down with
him.

If you want to make a deal, we'll make a
deal.

Usually our Detective Stevens likes to
search the dumpsters, so this is a nice

change of pace watching TV.

You remind me of that guy in Blow Up.

searching the photos, looking for a
killer.

Blow Up.

Oh, it's a great movie. Made back in the
60s.

It's about this photographer who thinks
he's captured a murder on film. Well, he

can't prove it. It's made by some
Italian, French guy, whatever.

Sherry made me watch it. She says I need
cultural development.

Of course, I made her watch the cherry
erasing Ben -Hur like it doesn't talk.

Hey!

You know, they rehearsed that sequence
for over a year.

Stuntman died during the course of the
film.

Most people think it's when the solid
goes under the wheels, but it's not.

Ray, don't make me kill you.

Ray.

How'd they get that shot?

Well, I'm no Vilmos Zygmunt, but I think
they used a camera.

They use this view when they're talking
to people, and it's like the little

lipstick cameras they put on
skateboarders at the X Games.

You watch the X Games?

You know, any guy the age of Tony Hawk
makes a living from skateboarding, that

ought to be a crime.

In fact, all skateboarding ought to be a
crime. Especially when one of those

weasels with more piercings than a
voodoo doll is trying to do the grind

there on my split rail fence at 3 a .m.
in the morning. You want coffee?

Son of a bitch.

What?

Detective Tom?

You found something?

That's departmental disciplinary
procedure.

The district attorney's office serves
the people of Los Angeles.

So you're going to prosecute?

Yeah, we are.

And do you know why?

Yeah, because you're a politically
motivated backstabbing son of a bitch?

That may be true. But the district
attorney's office is going to prosecute

Detective Stevens, because after Rampart
and Rodney King and Englewood, this

city is fed up with cops acting like
thugs.

That's what the DA's office is going to
do.

Now I'm going to tell you what I'm going
to do.

I'm going to help you beat these
charges.

You know how?

You've got to get these sons of bitches
before they get you. Get them for

soliciting murder, and whatever they
have against you will vanish like the

morning fog.

You said we didn't have a case.

Prove me wrong.

May I go? Get him fast, Joel.

Because after these police brutality
cases start rolling, they take on a life

their own. My office can only mislay the
paperwork for so long.

Yeah.

You may go.

The meeting I'm interested in is to give
other footage on the camera.

I'm willing to bet they do.

I'll bet go.

He's willing to take down Peter and
Gordon in the church. It's against me to

disappear. I swear, as long as I live,
I'll never understand McNorris.

Did you tell him what's going on? No,
not on your life. Good, because you're

playing a dangerous game, partner.
Because if Peter or Gordon stumble upon

you left at their place of business...
They won't. You sure about that?

No. You're risking your entire career to
catch two fools. Yeah, well, you didn't

hear what Gordon said.

I know he's got something.

He's got to figure out what it is.

Well, as it happens, there's been a
development.

I know for sure.

That Gordon's got something.

What is it?

Tom?

What are you doing?

You better have a warrant.

I got your warrant right here.

That's it there, boys. Everything goes.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm just admiring your collection.

Don't say anything to them. Nothing. The
other cop left something there.

The other cop left some listening
device, and you just picked it up.

device? Listen to you.

What do I look like, the CIA?

Officers, I hereby invoke my rights to
citizen's arrest.

I request that you search this man for
possible evidence of illegal wiretap and

surveillance. Your mother dropped you on
your head when you were an infant. I

know my rights. I went to Stanford, you
fat... It's cool. You want to search me,

Peter, go ahead. All right? All you're
going to find are cigarettes, my

my cell phone.

Your son.

I just think his parents have a right to
know the truth. Just talk to them.

Call them.

I'm sorry, am I getting any of this?

Get out of my face. Hey, come on, take
it easy. Get the camera out of my face

before I kick the snot out of you.

Look, I'm sorry.

All right?

That's not your son.

All right, my bad.

This is my partner's cell phone. I must
have picked it up accidentally back at

the station. He left it here.

He left it on to listen to us.

Your partner left his cell phone here,
and you just picked it up. You know, I

gotta think that that's just about
impossible to prove, even with a degree

Stanford.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. They're just fishing.
They've got nothing on it. They've got

nothing.

Yeah, well,

what about that guy at DreamWorks?

Hey, you think Spielberg's seen the
video yet?

Yeah, I know. You're right.

Oh, tasty.

Cutting footage of this moron shooting
glass.

What are you doing?

You better have a warrant.

I got your warrant right here. You know
what? I'm going to call you back, man.

Hey, what's going on? What's going on,
Hitchcock, is we're taking all your

footage and you are coming down to the
station for an interview. Whoa, wait.

they do that? Our powers are mighty.
Everything goes, boys.

Hey, what are you doing there?

I'm just admiring your collection. Don't
say anything of that.

Nothing. The other cop left something.

If you want to make a deal, we'll make a
deal.

Dude,

that was brilliant.

We're going to sue the police
department.

We're going to sue the city. You know
why he came, don't you? To try and drive

wedge between us. It's their only hope
to get us to turn on each other. Yeah,

but we're not going to turn on each
other. Of course not.

I mean, I know I never turn on you.

I'm never damn sure you can ever turn on
me.

I appreciate the trust.

Not as much as a trust.

How so?

Well, let's just say that you went to
the police with your version of events.

Well, then I could go to the police with
my version.

And I've got something to back up my
version.

What are you talking about?

Don't underestimate me.

I know you think of me as just your
cameraman.

What are you talking about?

Dude, I'm just screwing with you, man.
Don't do that, dude.

I had you going there, brother.

I think we should get this taped down at
the TV station, don't you think?

Like that little vixen on Channel 6.

We found the tape, Gordon.

Okay.

What tape? Come on, don't play dumb,
Gordon. It doesn't even suit you, man.

how silly you look.

The tape that you made with that little
tiny lipstick camera that you always

wore. See?

You made a tape mourning that Frank
Baker was murdered.

Come on, man. You guys don't have any
tape. Look here, sport, why do you think

waited so long to come in here?

I didn't want to come in here and talk
to you until I had the thing in hand.

Now, see, I got to think that there's
something of value on that tape.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have gone
through all this trouble to hide it so

Is there something you want to tell me
before we take a look at it?

Okay.

I'm not saying anything until my lawyer
gets here.

Peter told you that.

That's good advice, generally speaking.

But see, the problem is, that tape is
going to be playing on the TV set in

call in ten minutes.

Actually, in about eight minutes.

Now, if there's nothing on that tape for
you to be worried about, then by all

means, man, you go ahead and sit tight.

Because the truth will set you free.

But if there's anything questionable on
that tape...

You may want to go ahead and get your
interpretation in early, help frame the

discussion. You with me? Because Peter,
Peter, he got him some demons.

That boy got him some Joneses for
homeless winos.

But, hey, you know what? That's his
deal.

All right? But you, you have talent.

You got a career.

I may think the subject matter is
reprehensible, but your videos do have

There's no doubt.

That you have an eye.

But I guess you're just gonna throw all
that away, man.

But that's cool. It's cool with you.
It's cool with me, man.

I guess we'll just go in there and watch
this tape and see whatever we see and

take it from there. You know what I'm
saying?

Hey.

I tried to make him stop.

Okay?

The audio on the tape is not very good,
so you can hear Bradley and you can hear

Peter, but you can't hear me very well.
So what I'm saying to Bradley is that

Peter was wrong and that he shouldn't do
it.

Shouldn't do what?

That he shouldn't hit Frank with a
brick.

Okay. That's what I'm saying, in case
you can't hear it.

Hey, well, I'll go take a look at it.
Hey, uh, how'd you guys get into the

on Sunday?

The bank?

You didn't have the tape. You lied to
me, man.

I lied to you. We the police.

We get to lie.

You can.

Look, you're not even trying.

Come on, man.

All right, he can have my jacket. I'll
get another jacket. It's all right.

You want another bottle?

What?

You get the jacket back. Listen, you get
the jacket back. You make it look good.

I'll give you three bottles. Not two.
I'll give you three. No, I don't think I

can kill a guy like that.

Use this.

No.

I can hurt him with this one. He's got
your jacket. Yeah, I can kill him with

this brick. You're not going to kill
him. Do you want...

Do you want another bottle or not?

So who was it?

Your father?

An uncle? A brother?

Excuse me?

Who was it that Frank Baker reminded you
of so much that you wanted him dead?

I know you're speaking English, but I
really have no idea what you're saying.

You know, I heard you in there with
McNorris.

And you've got a special hatred for
these men, so I was just wondering who

wino was in your family.

I was making a sociological observation,
detective. I wouldn't read anything

into it.

Just like I wouldn't read anything into
that tape.

It's subject to many different
interpretations. That is, if it's even

admissible. Is my lawyer here?

You need a lawyer?

Everybody needs a lawyer, detective.

If you don't let me see mine soon,
you're going to need one.

I bet you feel really good right now,
don't you?

You've got the evil little white boy
dead to rights. Enjoy the moment. It

last. I guarantee you I won't be doing
any time.

Yeah, well, you keep on thinking like
that, Peter, all right?

See, what I would do if I was as smart
as you, I would spend my time

strategizing how I'm going to survive on
the inside.

I would suggest that your first day in
general population, you look around and

find the biggest, meanest denizen of the
weight pile.

And you make yourself his wife.

That's supposed to scare me, Detective?

No.

Honestly, it's supposed to help you.

And then one day the call does come.

And you come down to a police station
and you look at a jacket and you think,

boy died in that jacket.

Can you imagine how that feels,
Detective?

I'm not sorry, Ken.

Well, try.

You go home tonight to your wife and
your little boy, and you try to imagine

exactly that.

I just didn't want him to think I was a
lousy father.

At any rate, I know what I have to do.

Tomorrow, I am going to go back to that
police station, and I am going to make

amends with that detective.

The irony is, I owe him a tremendous
debt of gratitude.

He and his partner...

showed such humanity and understanding
with my son.

And I caught the two guys who goaded
Bradley, and I say that they're both

to go to prison.

Of course, so is Bradley.

Sorry I went over my time, but thank you
all

for just being here.

We are just about out of time.

We have time for one burning desire.

Yeah.

This isn't my first meeting, but it is
the first time I'm speaking.

And I'm incredibly nervous.

What's your name?

Andrea.

My name is Andrea, and my father

is an alcoholic.

Hi, Andrea.

Hi, Andrea.

Home.

Cal.

Home.

Cal. Cal.

Don't do that.

Sorry.

How long have you been standing there?

A couple of seconds.

Gordon still thinks he's going to make
it in the movie business, being a

director.

Who'd be lucky if he gets a job
directing a porno?

My cousin Reggie, all he ever wanted to
do was direct pornos, man, be a porno

director. But he was never going to be a
performer because the big old dude is

hung like a gerbil.

So anyway, one day, my man finally gets
him a job working on some little

backyard porno out in the valley, right?
He was a towel boy or something.

So after his first day, I called him
just to see how it went. He hated it.

hated it, almost ruined sex for him,
almost killed it.

So he said he would never, ever do it
again because he realized that there was

no mystery, there was no romance,
nothing but sex.

Remind me the time I took a summer job
working at the chocolate factory.

They told me I could eat all the
chocolate I want to eat. Can you imagine

Tell a brother he can eat all the
chocolate he want to eat. I thought I

and went to heaven.

Then I found out why they let me eat all
that damn chocolate.

Because after one day of stuffing my
face, man, I was sick as a dog. Sick as

dog, bro. Chocolate in, chocolate out.
Fearless.

I didn't eat chocolate for about ten
years after that. Fearless.

Kelly tried to kill herself after her
baby died.

I know you know.

You haven't said anything, and I
appreciate it.

It was just so hard for her.

She had severe postpartum depression.

Then one morning we woke up.

Our little baby was cold.

About two weeks after the service, I
went home from work early.

Because I knew Kelly wasn't doing too
well.

I found her in the bathtub.

20 minutes later, and she would have
bled out.

So I wrapped her wrist, and I called
911.

I broke the shower door for an excuse,
but I knew nobody was going to believe

it.

You see, for Bradley's dad, it's coming
home, hearing the phone ring, and

thinking there's going to be news that
his son's dead.

But for me, it's coming home and finding
a knife out in the kitchen, thinking

I'm going to see Kelly and all that
blood again.

Even today,

just hearing the bathtub running.

How's she doing now?

She's better.

Starting around Halloween.

We had a good Thanksgiving.

I just, I don't know.

I feel like she's hiding her feelings
from me.

Please, please don't tell me to let go.

I'm not telling you anything, partner.
And you know that.

I broke the law.

Broke the law so I could try to give
Bradley's family a little

relief of their pain.

I'd do anything to ease Kelly's pain.

I can't let go.

Sometimes I wish I could.