All language subtitles for the_division_s02e05_insult_to_the_body

Captain McCaffrey. Just a moment, Mrs.
Benson.

Did I have an appointment? No, she just
showed up.

She refused to give a number, address.

Anyways, if there's a name that Donna
Benson claims to have information on

Kenwood, she'll only talk to you.

Get her some coffee. She already had two
cups. Get her some more.

Do I know you?

No, we've never met.

Officer Washington tells me you have
information on the Kenwood arson case.

Maybe.

I'm not sure.

I might have heard something about
somebody who was involved.

Any help you can give us?

Mrs. Benson, you asked to see me.

I heard you speak once.

You seemed fair, open -minded.

I thought you might understand.

Give me a chance.

This is so hard.

You know, often when we investigate a
crime, we find out things about people

wish we'd never found out. That wasn't
the case with the Kenwoods. They were a

nice young couple. They were happy and
in love, and they're dead because

set fire to their home while they slept.

If you know who that person is, you
gotta tell me.

This is not the first time he's acted,
this person who you may have heard

something about.

No, it couldn't have been. And he'll do
it again, I can tell you.

I'm not even sure it's him.

I think you are.

What if it isn't?

I could ruin his life.

Not if he's innocent.

What made you suspicious, huh?

What'd you see?

A repeat.

From a place called Cliff in San Jose.

He bought out the laser there.

We traced it.

It's a fire accelerant.

Donna, you're doing the right thing.

No matter how close you are to him, you
can't watch him 24 hours a day.

You're about to save someone's life.

Raina?

Can I use the ladies' room?

No. This way.

Hey, Teddy.

Hey.

Hey. Hey, what? You don't return calls
anymore?

I left you two messages and a page. I'm
sorry. I knew I was coming up. I figured

I'd run into you. Well, it was about you
coming up here and you and Ginny

working on that carjacking case
together.

Oh, you think it's a bad idea?

Do you?

I'm not sure. Teddy, I don't know all
the details, but I know that you guys

didn't end very well, and, you know, she
just got out of rehab. Maybe you should

just give it a little more time.

Yeah. Yeah, that's all right. I can have
someone else handle it. Yeah?

Yeah. Look, I gotta run. I gotta pre
-limit three.

Thanks, Teddy.

She's gone.

What do you mean she's gone? I took her
to the bathroom. She said she was fine.

I turned around and talked to Officer
Gibson. I went to check on her. She was

gone. Call down the stairs. Tell them to
lock off the building. Okay.

Her name's Kathleen Fitzsimmons, 28.

Blunt force trauma to the head. No sign
of the weapon, no sign of her purse.

Father Natale identified her. She was a
regular at morning mass.

You know, the church has been
burglarized three times since December.

them especially professional jobs.

Could be gangs.

Anything else taken?

Whatever was in the poor box. I'm
thinking at that hour the perps didn't

to find anybody here. What time does the
church open? 6 a .m. Mass begins at 7.

Father Natale found the body at 6 .35
and called 911.

Did he open the door?

No. That'd be Sean Townsend.

He works here.

Possible witness.

Sean, this is Inspector DiLorenzo in
Basso. I heard you might be able to help

out here if you could just tell us what
you saw.

I saw a guy taken off down the street.

I heard Father Natale yelling for me.

I was outside in the parking lot, and
when I looked up, there was just a guy

running. A white guy.

How old?

It was too dark to see his face, but
from the way he moved, maybe 30

I don't think he was a kid.

About how tall was he?

A little shorter than me.

Heavier, bulkier.

See what he's wearing?

Yeah, a leather jacket, jeans, I think,
and a baseball cap.

Did you ever see this guy before?

No, nothing was familiar about him. As
soon as I saw him, I started chasing

but by the time I got to the gate, he
was gone.

I wish I could be more help.

If that's it, I'm going to go make sure
the chapel's ready. We're holding mass

in there today.

Did you see Kathleen Fitzsimmons here
this morning?

No. When I left the church, it was
empty.

What time was that?

It was a few minutes after six.

And then what'd you do?

I went to the school to turn on the
furnace.

Otherwise, the kids would freeze.

It's likely we're going to need to talk
to you again, so in the meantime, if you

can think of anything else, could you
please call us?

You want to handle the pastor?

Priest.

You can handle him.

You're going to be a good cop this time.

Father, me tally?

I'm Inspector DiLorenzo. This is
Inspector Basso. We just have a few

for you. Of course.

Could you tell us what happened?

I was in my room at the rectory when it
happened, preparing for Mass.

Then I came over to the church.

You knew Kathleen Fitzsimmons? She was a
parishioner and a wonderful person.

Forgive me. I know that God always has a
plan right now. I'm just...

Trying to figure out what this one is.

Did she ever mention any concerns for
her safety?

Anyone who might want to harm her?

No.

Were her relationships stable?

You don't think this was a robbery?

We just have to cover all the bases
here.

Was she married?

Yes. Was the marriage okay?

Please understand my hesitation.

There's confidentiality involved.

Kathy came to me for counseling.

I think she'd want us to know.

As far as I know, there wasn't any
physical abuse.

But her husband could have been kinder.

I tried to call him right after I called
the police.

He wasn't home.

Don't worry, Father. We'll notify him.

When did he call it in?

6 .35.

Raina, yeah, I need you to run some
subjects for me.

Father William Natale, Sean Townsend,
and the husband of the victims, Chris

Fitzsimmons. And pull whatever we have
on the two previous burglaries, will

Oh, and you might want to keep an eye on
Mrs.

Fitzsimmons' credit card, so first we
stole it.

Thanks.

So, DeLorenzo, you're not Catholic, what
are you?

What are you?

Mom's Jewish, Dad's Catholic. Nathan
Francis Albert Basso beat that.

So what does that make you?

Nothing.

For me, religion and God were just
another thing for the two sides of my

to fight about.

Another battlefield, my parents stuck in
the middle trying to keep the peace. I

figured if I made it a non -issue,
nobody got hurt.

This is where you would open up and
share something with me.

My mom only dragged me to church when
she broke up with her boyfriend.

She'd be good for...

Three, four weeks. Worked out great. We
got rid of the jerk.

I got a new Sunday dress.

Where do we find the husband?

Out in the gastro.

There are five Donna Bintzes in the Bay
Area, if that's even her name.

This room needs to press through AFIS.
Crossing with DMV.

Sorry, Captain.

Oh, that's okay.

If anyone screwed up, I did.

We'll hear from her again.

She can't live with this. At the very
least, she'll phone in an anonymous tip

after he sets the next fire.

Let's find her first. Yeah.

Just like every day, she was up and out
of the house without waking me.

Kathy was good at that. I'd be gone to
work by the time she got back from Mass.

Sounds like you two led pretty
independent lives.

Independent, yeah.

Does that mean anything like we never
saw each other?

Lately, Kathy was good at that, too.

But I loved her.

Every marriage has its frictions, huh?

I thought...

We wanted exactly what our parents had.
All I ever wanted from her was to be a

wife. And she had a problem with that?

We were going along just fine until she
got all wrapped up in the church thing.

I mean, married nine years, and all of a
sudden she's saying to me that she

doesn't want me to touch her. I mean,
since when is it a crime for a married

couple to have sex?

When it's forced.

We're going to need to establish a
whereabouts since midnight.

You don't think I had anything to do
with this, do you?

Maybe my marriage wasn't the best, but I
never laid a hand on her.

Did anyone see you?

So we're going to need to speak to them.

Thanks, Raina.

Well, the husband's 1032. He's clear all
the way around, but there's plenty on

the witness.

Sean Townsend, the janitor, committed
his first assault at 14, his first

the year after. Inside job? Could be.

How's it going with that Little League
team, your coach and Sean?

Fine. Your parents must be the toughest
part, huh?

I get along with everybody.

We've had a few questions for you about
your statement, just to clear some

things up. Sure.

And you opened the church doors this
morning. Yeah, fixed.

And there was no one here, not Mrs.

Fitzsimmons, not anybody.

Right. And then you went to the school
to light the furnace, right? That's

right. And when you got back, you heard
Father Natale calling for you?

Yeah. And that took 30 minutes?

I knew you'd think I killed her. I was
just waiting for you to go there.

What are you talking about, Sean? You've
got my record.

You're going to try to put this on me?

We took a look at the burglaries. They
seem to have occurred every six weeks.

When the church orders new stuff, they
get hit again.

How'd they know that, Sean?

Such old pals down at 17th Avenue?

I don't even hang out with those guys
anymore.

I'm sure you never thought they'd kill
her.

How many years do I have to go by before
you stop seeing me that way?

Do I look like a junkie?

I look like a thief, because that's how
everybody sees me. Everybody but Father

Natale. He saw something in me.

He saw me without my addictions, all my
screw -ups. He saw me as God saw me.

Perfect.

And I became that person, clean, honest.
I fight every day to be that person

every day.

Little League's doing fine. We're four
and one.

Thanks for asking.

Look, I know these are tough questions,
but they need to be asked.

There was a robbery and a murder at the
church, and one of your most trusted

employees, a man who had access to the
church and to her, has a history of

and violence.

A man who beat his heroin addiction, who
made restitution for every cent he ever

stole.

A man with a perfectly clean record for
the past eight years.

Eight years is a long time, Father
Natale.

And it's a sad fact of human nature that
the straight and narrow can become a

little stale to someone like Sean. The
lesson here being that a person never

really escapes his criminal past?

That we never truly forgive?

That's right.

Not when murder's involved.

I just have one question for you.

If you're so sure about him, why were
you shouting for Sean?

Why did you need to know where he was
when you found Kathy's body?

I just wanted him to call the police.

But he didn't come.

He told you.

He was chasing after that man.

Well, so much for your inside job, Siri.

Southern just picked up an Hispanic
fitting the general description with a

load full of religious objects.

It's quite a haul. Who's the perp?

I got him Rodriguez.

Kathleen's bought the stuff off some
Russians who he's never met before.

We got the DA to knock off a year
contingent on Mr.

Rodriguez's memory coming back. Where's
he being held? County jail.

Maybe we should transfer him down to
Bruno and give him something to think

about. Speed up the process.

There's just one problem.

What's that?

Well, there hasn't been a cent of
activity on Kathleen Fitzsimmons' credit

cards. You think we're being set up?

For a real smash and grab, it would have
racked up a couple hundred bucks in the

first 20 minutes.

Might be. They never murdered anyone
before. Maybe they panicked and tossed

their wallet in the trash can.

Then I'm wrong.

You rule out the husband?

His alibi checked out. He left the house
around 6 .30 and the neighbor saw him.

If you want to show Sean Townsend's
picture to Rodriguez, go ahead and make

six -pack and take it over to him.
Meanwhile, get these fingerprinted and

to St. Finian's.

We got a match on the prints.

Her real name is Julie Melita. She works
in admissions at San Francisco College

of Art.

I spoke to her several months ago.

Find out whatever you can about her. But
do it from records, vital statistics,

marriage licenses, birth certificate. We
don't want to spoke her. Okay.

Yeah, well, so I'm down in ADA
Driscoll's office.

Just preparing for that prelim on the
car jacket.

Just about to nod off when I see a set
of notes.

And I say, well, that looks like...

Teddy Blumenthal's handwriting.

Well, suddenly I'm awake, so I ask him,
what does Teddy have to do with it?

He says that it's Teddy's face, but he
backed out.

You know anything about that?

About Frisco?

About Teddy?

I'm right into him.

Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm.

And?

I might have said something. You might
have said something. Something like

Like you're not ready to see him again.

Max, this is a case we'd be working on
together, okay? We're not dating. We're

not sleeping together. You know what? I
know this is not easy for you, so don't

pretend it is.

I saw him yesterday in the lobby. Do I
look like I'm falling apart? Not yet.

Max, I know where this is coming from,
and it's probably why I'm not jumping

down your throat, okay?

So please stop trying to protect me.

We work in the same building. We're
going to have to face each other

This way.

Julie?

Hi. What are you doing here?

Oh, God.

Oh, please.

Leave me alone. I don't know anything.
It was wrong of me to have come to you.

know how you feel. I feel the same way.
If it was someone close to me, I'd try

to protect him. I'd tell myself those
people are dead. What good will it do

turning him in?

He didn't mean to hurt anybody. He's
mentally ill.

Where is he now? What's he doing? He
must be worried sick.

How often do you call him?

All right, Julie, the next one's on you.

You can't say that you didn't know.

Can you live with that? I don't think
you can.

You've got too much heart.

I can't tell you anything.

I couldn't be responsible for his dying.
I won't tell you anything unless you

can guarantee he won't get the death
penalty.

If he's as sick as you say, they won't
execute him. Can you guarantee that?

What my office says carries a great deal
of weight.

No.

Julie, he killed four people.

No.

You go to whomever you have to.

You tell them these are my terms.

No death penalty.

I have to be sure. I couldn't live with
it if he died.

Sounds simple to me.

We concede on the death penalty and she
gives us the Kenwood arsonist.

I want this deal to happen. You're the
boss.

I need you to sign off on it. You got
it.

You just say whatever you have to to get
him and I'll get the DA on board.

Just like that, that's it.

I didn't know anyone had that kind of
relationship with the revered district

attorney.

I'll set up a lunch date for the three
of us.

Thank you, Charles.

Ah, Kate.

Believe it or not, I'd really rather
have us working on the same team. I'm

looking for problems either.

I'll let you know about lunch.

And the overtime.

And the overtime.

I had this big orange cat when I was a
kid.

Tommy Pity Pat.

Pity who?

Shut up. Give me a break. I was eight
years old.

The smartest feline in the Western
world. He learned how to ring the

That would put it like you at about
four.

One day he just disappeared.

We're ringing that bell.

You're the one who asked me to share.
Now I'm sharing. You don't want me to

share, don't ask. I want you to share.
I'm honest, I do. Okay, call me any

I'll be disappeared one day. Go.

When I was heartbroken, I cried and
cried for days.

I prayed and prayed to God to bring him
home, and I told myself that if God was

real, he would answer my prayers.

But he didn't, because Tommy was
roadkill on Route 66.

I lost my faith and decided that it was
all just a big lie.

Made me want to go buy you a kitten.

Maybe like two or three of them.

A month later, I met Dennis.

I've got three big cavities. I'm in the
worst kind of pain.

Waiting outside for my mom. She's late
as usual.

But there was Tommy.

Faith based on small furry animals.

I'm sold.

Remind me of that story next time we go
pick up some guy who likes to beat up

his wife for the fun of it, huh?

Faith helps.

Because he can take away her dignity and
he can take away her sense that the

world is a safe place. But he cannot
take away her faith in God.

He doesn't get that.

So do

you believe in God?

You mean like a guy with a big white
beard in the sky?

No.

But do I believe in something more than
this?

I'd like to think so.

Father.

O powerful and living God, we give you
thanks as we gather together to

rededicate this church.

We ask you yet again to shower your
blessing upon this worship place.

O God, to whom mercy and forgiveness
belong, hear our prayers on

behalf of your servant, Kathleen
Fitzsimmons.

Amen.

This has been so unsettling for the
entire congregation.

Nothing like it has ever happened in all
the years I've worked for Father

Natale.

People are even afraid to come to Mass.

Father Natale's been a rock, keeping
everyone's spirits up.

It was his idea to have the re
-consecration service so soon.

He's right.

We all need a new beginning.

If this is a bad time, we can come back.

No, better we get it behind us.

Yes, these are ours. They were taken in
the last robbery.

We're more interested in the things that
were taken the morning of the murder.

Other than the offering box, I haven't
found anything else missing.

I'm not sure about this. I'd have to
check the serial numbers.

Can we see the inventory?

Of course. Father keeps it in his
office.

I worry about Father. He's so busy
cheering everyone else up. He doesn't

time for his own grieving.

Poor woman.

What a senseless death.

Those things mean something to us, but
how much can they all be worth?

Here it is.

Would you mind if we took a few minutes
and looked at the numbers down here?

Well, I don't think Father would object.

I'll be upstairs.

It's Kathy Fitzsimmons.

You think I don't see the doubt in your
eyes? Particularly in yours.

We're professional doubters, Bishop. And
I'm not just some clerical apologist

covering up for the church.

The confidence of this diocese and
Father Natale is such that I'm speaking

you without an attorney present.

I'd describe Bill Natale as a fine young
priest. One of our finest,

unequivocally. Anything from his past or
his present that we should know about?

Not so much as a whisper.

We have an 800 line. We have a website.

We encourage our people to come forward
with problems.

We investigate even the anonymous
complaints.

There's been nothing about Father
Natale. Nothing.

We heard about a leave of absence last
year.

That involved a spiritual matter.

You're only interested in improprieties.
Dirt, I thought.

It must have been pretty serious, this
spiritual matter. They kept him away for

three months.

I'd say Father Natale was more tired
than anything.

Any idea what brought that on?

It's a special calling.

A parish priest. It has its many joys,
but it's a hard and lonely life.

Was he considering leaving the
priesthood?

No, Inspector.

He reaffirmed his vocation. His gift to
God is one of the most precious things

he possesses, his life and love.

And Kathy Fitzsimmons was in no way
involved?

No.

No, no, no.

She was a lovely woman. They were
friends.

Has the world become such an ugly place?

Is it so impossible they could have just
been friends?

When you two have a minute?

Like now?

Close the door.

Where are we on the robbery angle?

Rodriguez ID'd two guys. Both were in
jail the time of the murder.

We're gonna need a search warrant.

Whatever that priest was wearing, he was
gonna have blood all over it. If he did

it.

Am I hearing a certain reluctance here,
Captain?

Damn right you are.

That man has spent his entire life
making sacrifices, living his life in a

particular way.

He deserves a little respect and a lot
of care before we go marching into court

with a bunch of drawings and publicly
destroy all that.

You're cool.

You got a problem with that, Inspector
Baffa? With all due respect, I have a

problem with any institution being put
off limits.

They're a bad priest, but that doesn't
mean that he's one of them.

Go after your warrant and chambers. Have
it sealed.

They don't need to advertise it.

We do need to bring him in.

Bring him in.

Hey. Hey.

How are you?

Fine.

Back to work, huh?

Oh, yeah.

You look good, Jen.

You too.

Listen, I heard about Mag running an
appearance.

Oh, yeah.

She just cares about you, that's all.

I've got to be in court.

Hey, Teddy?

Yeah?

Is there any way maybe we can get
together and talk?

Have a cup of coffee?

I think there are some things that need
to be said.

Maybe it's better left unsaid.

I don't think so.

Wait.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah.

They've agreed to your terms.

I want to make this easy on you.

Don't.

Don't make it easy.

I know how painful it is.

Don't pretend to be my friend.

Even a perfect stranger would
understand.

Who is it?

It's your brother Tom, isn't it?

Thank you.

Thank you for not making me saved.

Oh, my poor brother. My poor, sick
brother.

He was so smart, so kind.

People said he had the most beautiful
mind.

I got a call from Stanford one day. He
was teaching there.

He'd been at the blackboard since 9 o
'clock, writing the same numbers over

over.

I took him to doctors.

He wouldn't stay on the medication.

But he agreed to live with me.

He'd just sit in his room, filling...

Yellow pads with tiny numbers.

People terrified him.

But he trusted me.

Then he disappeared.

He was living in filth when I found him.

Then I discovered these receipts and his
journal.

everything you mean.

You did the right thing.

This is your chance, Father.

Your chance to get it all out, clear
your conscience once and for all.

Finally be rid of that nagging fear,
what happens when they find out.

I loved her.

We loved each other.

I never told anyone. Not even her.

I never even gave her that.

Priest in love with a parishioner.

A fine, committed priest who believed in
his vows.

So what do you do with those feelings?

You pray and pray and they don't go
away.

You pray some more.

You ask for God's grace.

You spend endless hours with your
spiritual counselor. You go on retreat

months. If you want to remain a priest.
And I did.

I wanted a life of service.

I wanted to honor my promise to God.

Did you tell her that?

I told her that it was over.

It.

Nothing ever happened. We're ending all
contact, including the counseling.

And that didn't work either.

Nothing.

Did you hear me?

Nothing ever happened.

But you had so much to lose.

Everything you worked for, the whole
meaning of your life.

You had no choice. You walked into that
church that morning thinking you had no

choice. I went into the church that
morning to see her.

To see her. Just that.

I needed that.

Do you know what it's like to love
someone that way?

Letting go of Kathy was the hardest
thing I ever did.

And that hasn't changed with her death.

The struggle hasn't ended.

I only held her one time.

She was so unhappy.

She had her arms around me.

Hardly an appropriate memory for a
priest.

If Sean hadn't walked in, I don't know
what would have happened.

I live with that shame as well.

There you have it.

My complete confession.

Now, if only you could absolve me.

You believe him?

Yeah, Sean saw them together.

You think of what I'm thinking?

We need to talk to Sean again.

Guess you can have a little too much
faith.

Yeah, I'll stick with having none.

How many times do I have to say it?

I'm innocent.

a world of reason and without sound.

I demanded Julie

6492.

Six?

6492.

6492. You think this makes any sense to
him?

Tells to me.

How do you read a guy like that? He's
right.

I just do.

I keep writing and writing.

I can't stop. It gets worse when I stop.

You know where the numbers are.

That's all I hear.

It's an address, isn't it, Tom?

The number of a house.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

But I had to get rid of the numbers.

If I get rid of the numbers, they
promise they'd go away.

Forever.

But they always come back.

Louder and louder.

Over.

And over.

And over.

Kate? Change of plans.

Not no lunch?

Tom Johnson, they're going for the death
penalty.

I'm waiting for the punchline.

These things don't always work out. You
knew that.

No.

I actually ate that crap you fed me.

You identified Johnson independently.

You could have avoided this entire
situation. You didn't have to promise

sister anything.

We would be nowhere if she hadn't walked
in the door. That was her choice.

I don't know what the problem is.

You lie to suspects every day.

You tell them you're talking off the
record.

You promise them anything to get them to
cooperate.

This is no different. He's her brother.

I gave her my word.

And I gave my word to the people of this
city.

They want protection.

They want their city safe.

And they care how we do it. We didn't
break one law with Johnson.

Tom Johnson's insane.

That's for the jury to decide, not us.

Well, I'm going to let his attorneys
know that I'm available to testify.

It's your career.

No.

It's my conscience.

We need to talk to you about Father
Natale.

Bringing him to the police station,
treating him like a criminal.

You guys are wrong about him.

I admit it, we were.

Never thought he'd bring a woman back
here.

He took a vow of celibacy, what did that
mean?

He never did that.

He never cared about God or the church
or any of this. Not true.

He was in love with Kathy Fitzsimmons.

He was gonna go away with her. No.

He would have forgotten all about you.
He told us he didn't care about you

either.

It's a lie.

He was strong. He was fighting against
her.

She was always here, begging him,
crying, looking so beautiful.

You were afraid that he was going to
leave you for her, and you go back to

a junkie and a criminal just like you
used to be. You had to stop her, didn't

you, Sean?

You didn't see him struggling.

You didn't see the pain. You don't know
what he went through.

Father Natale wasn't the evil one, was
he, Sean?

No.

She was.

I had to do something. She was going to
win. I couldn't let that happen.

That's not what you wanted, is it?

This is your church.

This is what you wanted.

You wanted to love all of us, not just
her.

I did the right thing.

God forgives me.

God forgives everything.

You forgive me.

With God's grace.

Sean Townsend, I'm placing you under
arrest for the murder of Kathleen

Fitzsimmons. You have the right to
remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

It's not over. I won't let it be over.
Is this how it works?

You lie to me.

You trick me.

You make me give up my own flesh and
blood.

Will you be there?

Will you be there with me when they kill
him?

When they stick the needle in?

Or maybe you'll think of just the right
thing to say. Make that easy too.

Nobody cares and you know it.

Some new hangout?

No liquor license, but I'm safe.

You want something?

No, no, no, not really. I've got to put
in a couple more hours at the office.

Well, it's not going to take long.

Oh, no, no, hey, that's okay.

I didn't mean to imply that.

I just thought, you know, since we work
so close together that...

Play with that guy What I was busting my
butt to get out

of work so I could take you away for the
weekend and I saw you You're all

over I

Was drinking

I I don't remember Two days earlier.

I told you that I loved you

Do you remember that?

Yeah.

You know, those words don't really come
easy to me.

If you can just let me explain.

I can't explain that.

Can you give me a chance?

Can...

I loved you.

And I was ready to go for it. I knew
what the problems were, and I knew it

wasn't going to be easy, but I didn't
care.

When you blew me off...

When you had to cancel the weekend.

I was just sure that you had come to
your senses.

It's hard to understand.

When you have so little self -respect.

You're just afraid all the time.

And I was afraid that.

One day you were just going to wake up
and see the real me, the real

screwed -up me, and you would just go.

So I just beat you to the punch.

But that's who I was, and I'm different
now.

Can we give this another chance?

Too much has happened.

Too damn hard.

Life's hard.

No, no, Jenny, you make it hard.

Okay.

So... I guess this is...

The point where you say, why don't we
just be friends?

I don't even know if I want that, Jane.

Take care.