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♪ Telephone ♪

♪ Calling me ♪

♪ Who put all that shit in your head? ♪

♪ Saying things ♪

♪ Telling things ♪

♪ Till you break ♪

♪ Filthy water ♪

♪ Bubbles up ♪

♪ Who put all the shit in your head? ♪

Morning, everyone.

Morning.

My name is David Gudsen,

and I'm Chief Arson Investigator for Umberland.

Who remembers the Old Sully's fire?

Okay. Tell me about it.

-Uh, three years ago, I think. -Four.

Uh, it burned up.

Uh, five people were killed, several injured.

Anyone remember the cause?

Faulty electrical?

Yeah.

Good memory.

Faulty electrical in the ceiling.

One box overheated and...

Still shouldn't have been a problem. Old Sully's had a good sprinkler system,

more than enough fire doors, clearly marked exits.

So, what could go wrong?

The sprinkler system was designed to suppress the fire, not extinguish it.

And it couldn't handle a fire that big.

The fire doors were left over from a previous merging of two buildings.

And when they dropped, they formed a wall here,

which might've been okay

if this access door wasn't blocked by this pallet of barbecue grills,

which were delivered just 20 minutes before.

What'd you do this morning?

Before you arrived in this room, what'd you do?

Hmm?

Hi.

-Uh, I got up... -Yeah.

...had breakfast.

Toasted bread you'd bought,

scrambled eggs you'd found at the supermarket.

Had a kale smoothie and some egg whites.

Okay, fair enough. And then?

-I showered, got dressed, came here. -Mmm. Mmm.

After this, what's your plan for the rest of the day?

I don't know, um, uh, drink?

Then grocery shopping.

You always take a drink before you go grocery shopping?

-Do you work out? -Yeah.

You work out, you go home,

brush your teeth, tweeze your eyebrows, whatever, you go to bed.

Get up, next day you do the same thing.

You eat, you shower, you do your job,

you shop for groceries, you work out, you go to bed.

You plan, you organize.

You control your environment.

Except,

that says there is no control.

Oh, my God.

And that says,

"Your order, meet my chaos. And my chaos wins."

Unless your plan is better than chaos.

Yet no plan is.

Still, some are better than others...

...because they accept chaos.

They accept the flame will jump the line.

There's a vent no one mentioned.

There's oil residue in the corner of the room.

The sprinklers don't work.

Your oxygen tank doesn't have as much air as its gauge says.

Now, my job is to ascertain the cause of a fire, not to save a life.

That's your job.

But if I can help you understand fire and the people who set them...

maybe I can save your life.

Hide your shit. Five-O is here.

Motherfucking Mateo. How's the kid?

Forehead's so big, it's basically a five-head.

I'll show you pics.

Look who he gets it from.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right. Thank you.

Bart. Yo.

All right.

I see that leg's working again.

-My man. How you doin'? -How you doin'?

-All right? -Get outta here.

Oh, so you know me now, huh?

When I said you could pick the spot, I was hoping you were gonna say Denny's.

Denny's doesn't got cockfighting.

I appreciate you coming here.

Roman's 250. Silvo's 180.

-Guapo's 50. Chuckie's 450. -Okay.

You hustling these fools?

No hustle.

It's observation.

Some people fight their cocks when they're desperate for cash.

Others fight the cocks when the birds are ready.

You just gotta know who's behind on rent.

So the bitch found God again?

I guess so.

Where? In a bottle of gin?

All these long years, you could have visited her.

You really just said that to me? You really just fucking went there?

-I'm all about peace, baby. -Oh.

-Hate eats the soul. -Or Mom does. One of the two.

I don't have your anger, little sis.

You ain't got my memories.

And how's the house?

So that's what we gonna do? We-We gonna change the topic?

You gonna bring me all the way here to talk about fucking home improvement?

-Don't be a punk. -Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

I gave up the booze 'cause of what happened.

Me talking shit to you.

You mean you grabbing me.

Grabbing you. Yeah, okay. All right. I was out of line.

Yeah.

You gave up booze?

Mm-hmm. Two whole days.

Then, you know, I got thirsty.

You are a thirsty-ass motherfucker.

Nah, you and me, we don't do each other like that.

No, we don't.

I'm waiting. I mean, at any moment, it's...

What?

-Two words, motherfucker. -Okay.

Like, it's just two words. Is it that hard?

Okay, one's a contraction, actually.

Fuck off.

-I'm sorry. -Goddamn, thank you.

Shit.

You want another beer, or are you gonna shank me or some shit?

-I might take this bottle to your head... -Oh.

...or some shit. Come on.

-How's dinner? -It's good.

I used extra cheese.

It's exquisite.

I was thinking we could go to the record store downtown on Saturday.

Oh, Sheryl Crow dropped a new record?

Don't dis my music.

That Irish punk record you bought last time

sounded like bagpipes begging to die.

-I know. It was awesome. -Mmm.

And after we can hit up that fancy burger joint

Dave won't stop talking about.

Dave's coming?

He's off work.

I figured we could all go.

People fight.

We all say stupid shit when we're mad. That's part of being in a relationship.

So that's why Dave's a two-faced dick?

He's not a dick.

As long as he makes you happy.

Santa came early this year.

What did that corpulent North-Polian bring?

-Bird tags. -I worry about his heart.

We place the tags in bags, stack them in numerical order,

have a clerk write down the numbers at the beginning of each day.

If we find a tag at a crime scene,

we go watch the surveillance,

count the customers until we find our man.

You wanna use chicken jewelry to track shopping bags?

They're six cents apiece.

What do you know about that?

Merry Christmas.

You know, we're putting a lot of faith in some high school dropouts

who can barely operate a Slurpee machine.

All they gotta do is operate a pencil.

What if he shops at a different store?

Then we will be exactly where we are right now.

Well, right now I'm staying late at the office

instead of eating dinner with my wife.

There's the door, Investigator.

Mmm, well, it's 9:30.

It's too late for a hot dinner.

Too early to avoid doing the dishes.

Uh...

No man's land.

Wait, so you were... you were actually married prior to the... the one now?

-Twice. Yeah. -Oh, shit, Gudsen. Wow, okay.

What about you, Detective Calderone? Any lucky suitors?

Seeing someone, but it's not gonna last.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Spill.

Uh, you know, uh, it's a rebound.

Mmm.

See, my ex, he was, um...

successful.

Like, a legit tough guy.

You know, I mean,

motherfucker would boss me around, throw me around.

Had my fucking life in a choke hold and told me I liked it.

So, you know, this new guy,

he's a fucking pussy.

And yet he-he tells himself...

he tells himself that he's like a untouchable genius.

It couldn't be further from the truth.

No, see he's... he's failing at work,

ruining our relationship,

and he cannot keep his dick hard longer than a goddamn commercial break.

Mmm, give the guy a break.

Maybe he's under a lot of pressure.

I don't invest in losers.

I mean, shit, sounds like you're just looking for the exit door.

It does, right?

Fuck. What are you doing with this guy?

Wow.

Okay, but, you know,

it's actually nice to have an escape route,

-so... that okay? -Yeah, right.

Call it "escape," then you can play the fucking victim.

Fuck you. I...

First of all, everyone is a victim at some point

-to someone or something, okay? -Um...

-No, no, you're not. -Mm-hmm.

-No? Really? -No.

Man gets shot...

woman gets raped...

...child gets molested by some...

...lunatic fucking priest.

That's a victim.

Rest of us, we're just people...

...driving through life.

And if you hit a bump in the road,

that is the price of getting where you're going.

Yeah, but some people's roads are smoother than others.

When I was 15, my mom disappeared.

We called the police.

Had a search party.

Posted flyers.

After a while...

I knew what all the adults around me were thinking.

She was dead.

Rotting in some ditch the dogs hadn't sniffed out yet.

And I just hoped,

when they found her,

she'd still look like my mom.

Wanted to make it easier when I looked in her face and said goodbye.

Few weeks later...

...we come to find out she's alive.

She skipped town

with a 27-year-old substitute teacher because she "deserved a fresh start."

I could've felt sorry for myself.

Made it an excuse for not doing my best.

But I moved on with my life.

And I pretended the bitch was dead.

Rotting in that fucking ditch.

Mmm.

Hey.

I, uh, just wanna say...

I wake up most days wishing I knew what the fuck I was doing.

At anything.

Uh...

I...

I just wish I was, um...

...a better,

I don't know,

supplemental adult

or stepdad or big brother,

or whatever we're calling this.

But no one gave me a handbook.

And I'm a handbook guy.

A day at a time, right?

Try that.

Honey, why don't you get ready for school?

Yeah, sure.

How about you pick him up after cross-country practice this afternoon?

It'd be a huge help.

Would you do that?

Absolutely.

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

I got this one.

You took the last one.

Yeah, I got good people skills.

Have a good weekend.

I got that arson investigator conference out in Leighton.

Oh.

Man, I wanna come.

Well, you know, these things book up pretty far in advance. But, uh...

I got a suite.

I'm gonna work on my house.

All right.

Hey, have fun.

Hey.

What's up?

I need you to change this.

Excuse me?

I need you to make it so no one can see me again.

I got a full day.

You come back after 5:00, we can talk about it.

I can wait.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Come back after 5:00.

Ow. Shit. Fuck.

Hey, Harvey.

How'd the bird hunting go?

The seeds have been lain.

You know a Ezra Esposito?

-He's a cop. -Huh.

Metro sent him over here to work with Dave, fair bit before you.

Oh.

Dave had a partner?

He's, uh, what do the swingers call it?

Amo... Amorpho... phous...

-Polyamorous. -Mmm.

So, he's had multiple partners?

-Hadn't had one for a while. -Yeah?

You were his first lady partner.

Well, what happened with Esposito?

I mean, he's not in any of the department files or...

Files have been... ...sealed.

So, there was a gag order.

Bit of an ordeal.

Huh.

Legally, I can't discuss it.

Come on. Off the record, just between us two girls.

-Come on. -No dice, sister.

Can I help you?

Hey, Harvey. Dave around?

Uh, he went straight home from the field.

Yeah?

Hi, I'm Michelle Calderone.

I'm Dave's partner.

He was supposed to give me a lift home.

Oh. You all right?

Yeah. It's fine. I-I can Uber.

No. No, no. You know... ...I'm actually packing up right now.

I-I can take you home.

Yeah. Okay. Thank you.

I read a bag of books in Afghanistan.

Is this the one about the, um, soldiers in Vietnam, right?

Or-Or is that Slaughterhouse-Five?

-It's this one. -Yeah? Okay. Yeah, I liked that one.

You read a lot?

-Uh... ...nah, not really. -Oh. Mmm.

I'm more into music.

Okay.

-My dad gave me this. -Mmm.

My dad, uh, he left.

Listen, kid,

I'm not gonna try to give you any horseshit

about how you'll get over it.

Just try to...

try to spend time with the people who still are here in your life.

"Maddox was filled with a fiery rage as he was turned away from the scene."

This was no accident.

"He knew in his marrow it was the work of an arsonist."

Hello?

Yeah!

Hey.

What am I missing here?

What?

I'm on a roll here, babe. What's up?

Don't you remember the conversation we had this morning?

Jesus Christ! You were supposed to pick him up from practice!

Oh.

Does the name Ezra Esposito mean anything to you?

Nope.

Hmm.

He was Dave's, uh, partner a while before me.

Well, I didn't know about you until today.

You think you know a guy.

Nobody knows Dave.

You're expecting me to be a full-time parent in three days.

No. I'm asking for a simple fucking thing.

To remember to pick up my kid from school.

If I can pull this off, nail two pyros and sell my book,

no one's gonna remember if I forgot to pick up Emmett once after school.

We'll be too busy upgrading from this cottage to a McMansion.

By the time that book's sell able, if it ever is,

Emmett will be in grad school.

That is not nice.

What's not nice is abandoning a boy

three days after his real father left his life.

Tell me you get that.

Tell me you... you understand that much, Dave.

Abandon?

That's what you're going with?

I didn't abandon him. He's 15 years old.

He's supposed to be a cross-country runner.

He could've run his ass home.

He's going through emotional trauma.

The kid needs to man the fuck up!

You know what? This... could be a good lesson for him.

We're learning lessons today?

Okay.

Try this one.

That book you're writing that's so important you left my son in the lurch?

It's mediocre.

It's pedestrian.

Predictable.

You know how I know that? I'm a fucking librarian.

I read a lot. You don't.

Which means I know when a book works.

And yours, Dave?

It fucking doesn't.

There's your lesson.

Fuck you. Fuck your stupid fake fucking glasses!

-There you go. -Mm-mmm.

Don't do whiskey on weekdays.

It's on the chick.

Waste not, want not.

-No, no, no, no, no, no. -Come on, man. Come on. D...

Hey, fu... Come on.

Fucking get in there. Come on, don't be a punk. Let's do this.

So, this guy...

Mmm.

This guy shoots himself in the foot.

-No. -Literally.

-I don't... No. -Literally. No, no.

He-He... His-His finger, uh...

His finger slips on the trigger during fucking target practice.

-And he... -I don't believe...

-Oh, yeah. -Wait, no. Not the foot.

-Yeah. -Which foot?

Left foot.

-So, we, uh... -What an idiot.

...we fire this numbskull.

Good for you.

-And, course, he sues us, you know. -No.

Oh, yeah.

He retires, full... ...benefit, pension, the works.

-Wow. -It was all in the gag order,

which you didn't hear from me, obviously.

You didn't tell me shit. What are you talking about?

As far as I'm concerned,

we're having a sprightly conversation about the '05 Seahawks.

Nice use of "sprightly."

It was good, huh?

-I thought you'd like it. -I did, I did.

What a character.

-Oh. -Dave still talk to this Esposito guy?

Uh, it's unlikely.

Right.

After the foot and the gag order, all of it, he just became...

Esposito became very conspiratorial about Dave.

Mmm.

In what way? Like, uh, Illuminati or reptile man?

This fucker was convinced that Dave Gudsen was an arsonist.

No.

Fucking idiot.

Here you go.

This is the last.

You said that the last time. Come on, come on.

You don't seem the type.

What type is that?

Who eats junk food.

Oh, I'm not.

And yet...

I crave.

He felt his heart stir.

Yes, his heart.

But other parts of him as well.

He may have been a hero, but he was a man too.

Flesh and blood.

And Jacqueline's body did things to a man.

This fucking guy.

As did her eyes. Her depth less...

Where'd you go?

Where are you?

The longer you make me wait, the better you're gonna have to be.

Hello?

Hello?

If you're robbing me, just fucking release me...

...before you go.

Getting robbed is not what you need to be afraid of.

Open your mouth.

What's our safe word?

Strawberry.

Mmm.

That's a good safe word.

Hmm. Yeah, you like that?

Mm-hmm.

What's that?

-Hmm? -What's that? What's that?

Do you know what streaking is?

When people take their clothes off and run through the street.

No.

No.

This is streaking.

Put it out! Put it out!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

-Oh, you sick fuck! -Hey.

If I have a burn...

No burn.

No scar.

No nothing.

That's streaking?

Huh.

Do it again.