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***

(gasps)

IT'S DAD'S BIRTHDAY!

HUH? (groans)

WHAT? IN 20 MINUTES, IT'S OFFICIALLY OVER!

ANDY...

(switch clicks)

OHH! CAN YOU PLEASE TURN THAT OFF?

YOU GOTTA GET UP.

WH--WHY? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

WE'LL GO TO THE SERVICE STATION.

UH, THEY'LL HAVE SOME CAKE-LIKE THINGS THERE.

MAYBE EVEN SOME BALLOONS.

ANDY, WOULD YOU GET BACK INTO BED, PLEASE?

IT'S MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY.

I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT. IT'S MY JOB TO REMEMBER.

WELL, MAYBE HE HAD PLANS, YOU KNOW.

HE HAS NO PLANS, 'CAUSE HE ONLY HAS ME.

AND NOW YOU. SO... LET'S GO.

***

(woman) * OOH-WHOO-OOH *

YES!

* OOH-OOH-OOH *

(door creaks)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

THOUGHT I FORGOT, HUH?

HEY. HOW'S IT GOIN'?

HEY, SAM. HI, SWEETHEART.

HI. UH, THANKS FOR COMING BY,

BUT, UH, YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED FIRST.

WHAT, AND RUIN THE SURPRISE? COME ON.

HEY, LISTEN. I OPTED OUT OF A TRADITIONAL BIRTHDAY CAKE

AND I GOT US SOME APPLE FLIPS.

WHY DON'T WE JUST DO BREAKFAST TOMORROW OR SOMETHING?

ARE YOU WEARING... LIPSTICK?

(mutters)

IT'S--IT'S NOT HIS LIPSTICK.

(clears throat)

OH! OKAY. WELL, WHAT'S HER NAME?

HER NAME IS AMY.

I MET HER IN THE PROGRAM. SHE'S A DOLL.

SHE MADE ME A BIRTHDAY DINNER,

AND I WAS RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF, UH...

SAYING "THANK YOU."

OH. OH. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.

GO GET--OK--OKAY, GO. YEAH.

SAY "THANK YOU."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMY.

YEAH. NICE HAT.

SEE YOU GUYS LATER. (blows noisemaker)

***

YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE CUTE.

WANNA GET SOME FOOD?

NO, I'M GONNA GO SLEEP IN MY OWN BED

IN CASE YOU REMEMBER ANOTHER BIRTHDAY.

AH, THERE'S NOBODY ELSE. JUST ME AND MY DAD.

HEY, WHEN AM I GONNA MEET YOUR FAMILY, ANYWAY?

UH... YOU'LL MEET MY FAMILY

WHEN I WANNA PUNISH OR TORTURE YOU.

HEY, YOU WANNA GO MEET MY FAMILY?

(radio beeps, radio chatter)

(radio chatter continues)

* AH-AH-AH-AH *

MAN, THAT GIRL SLEEPS LIKE A LOG.

MAYBE SHE'S GOT A HEARING PROBLEM.

DON'T YOU THINK SHE WOULD HAVE MENTIONED THAT IN HER PROFILE?

ANOTHER SLEEPOVER WITH VIRGINIA?

THIS ONE'S CHRISTINE. FUNNY GIRL.

HEY, YOU EVER DATE ANYONE WITH THE SAME NAME AS YOU?

(toaster clicks) WHERE DO YOU MEET THESE WOMEN?

YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE.

Dreamyourdate.com.

I'M A PLAYER. WHO KNEW, RIGHT?

I CERTAINLY DIDN'T.

YEAH, I'M PRETTY GOOD AT IT, YOU KNOW?

PLUS I GET TO TELL THE SAME STORIES OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

NOBODY GETS ANNOYED.

(chuckles) IT'S AMAZING.

I MEAN, I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO POST A PHOTO.

I MEAN, ALL THAT I HAD TO DO WAS SAY I WAS A COP.

CHICKS ARE ALL OVER ME LIKE FLIES ON-- BREAKFAST?

OH, YEAH, YEAH. MM.

DO YOU MIND THROWING SOMETHING ON FOR CHRISTINE, TOO? (whisk clattering)

MIGHT AS WELL MAKE HER BREAKFAST.

I MEAN, I'M STILL A GENTLEMAN, RIGHT?

GOOD TO KNOW.

(sizzling) LOOK, YOU'RE INTO SUE AND ONLY SUE.

THAT'S YOUR THING.

I'M INTO CRUISING A CATALOG OF FINE WOMEN, YOU KNOW?

(sizzling continues) THAT'S MY THING.

GIVES US CRAP TO TALK ABOUT, RIGHT?

(sizzling continues)

SPEAKING OF WHICH, UH, FIRST DAY BACK ON THE JOB.

Y--YOU READY? YEAH. YEAH. I'M GOOD.

I'M JUST HOPING NOBODY MAKES A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT.

(horn honks in distance)

(indistinct conversations)

(groans, speaks indistinctly)

HEY, THERE HE IS. HEY.

HI. HI. HI.

ALL RIGHT. AH-- THAT'S GOOD.

WASN'T THE SAME WITHOUT YOU.

YEAH. YOU--YOU, TOO.

WE REALLY MISSED YOU, DOV. THANK YOU.

WELCOME BACK, EPSTEIN. THANK YOU.

SO, YOU FEELIN' GOOD?

YEAH. YEAH?

APPLE FLIP?

NO. (bag rustles)

YOU LOOK GREAT.

YOU, TOO. (Chris) YEAH, HE'S DOING OKAY.

YOU KNOW, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE BEEN, UH,

KEEPIN' HIM UP LATE AT NIGHT

ENTERTAINING VARIOUS LADY FRIENDS.

DON'T SAY "LADY FRIENDS."

EPSTEIN. GOOD TO SEE YOU, BUDDY.

THANK YOU.

(bag rustles) NO!

AND IT IS ABOUT TIME. WHERE YOU BEEN?

HEY, CAN I, UH, RIDE WITH YOU TODAY? SURE, YEAH.

JUST DON'T GET A CRUSH ON ME.

GETS A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE. (bag rustles)

DON'T.

(indistinct conversations, telephones ringing)

(inhales)

YOU'RE IN A MOOD. YOU DOING OKAY?

I HATE FIGHTING WITH DEX.

IT'S ALWAYS OVER WHAT DAYS I GET LEO,

AND I FEEL... LIKE I DON'T HAVE A LEG TO STAND ON

BECAUSE I WORK SO MUCH. MM.

AND BECAUSE OF YOU.

ME?

I CHEATED ON HIM WITH YOU.

SO FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE,

HE'S THE MORALLY SUPERIOR ONE.

WELL... (clears throat) I'M GLAD YOU DID.

(chair wheels rattle)

JUST DON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN.

(papers rustling)

DO YOU FEEL MORALLY SUPERIOR TO ME?

I'M NOT THE ONE WHO CHEATED.

SO YOU DO? I'M JUST SAYING I WOULDN'T DO THAT.

I'M HUMAN, ALL RIGHT?

I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF MONOGAMY IS NATURAL FOR HUMANS.

I THINK IT'S MORE OF AN ELEPHANT THING.

(clicks tongue) OKAY.

WELL, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE FOR ME,

SO YOU CAN CALL ME AN ELEPHANT.

ELEPHANT.

PECK.

YOU HARD AT WORK, JERRY?

I WAS WONDERING IF YOU WOULDN'T MIND

TAKING THESE FINGERPRINTS DOWN TO THE LAB FOR ME.

(radio chatter)

WH--WHAT'S UP, STUD? I'VE HAD AN EPIPHANY.

IT IS STUPID TO ONLY FOCUS ON ONE WOMAN.

IT'S LIKE SAYING I'M ONLY GONNA EAT APPLES.

(horn blares in distance) NOT REALLY.

FROM NOW ON, IT'S APPLES, CHERRIES,

JUICY MELONS, MANGOS.

OKAY. WHAT-- I--

ARE YOU GROSSING ME OUT ON PURPOSE?

NO, NO, NO. I'LL-- (static)

(female dispatcher) 1509, attend 73 Lowney Street

for a domestic disturbance.

9-1-1 call was placed by an 11-year-old male

who resides in the house. (static)

1509, WE'RE ON IT. (static)

SEE? IF PEOPLE STAYED OUT OF RELATIONSHIPS,

WE'D HAVE WAY MORE TIME ON OUR HANDS.

(static) Be advised, Child Protection has been notified.

(siren wailing)

HEY, HEY! WHOA, WHOA! WATCH IT.

(siren whoops) YOU SAID--

YOU'RE NOT--YOU'RE NOT BLAMING ME, ALL RIGHT? YOU SAID--

WHOA! ENOUGH! HEY! HEY!

HEY. RELAX. RELAX. RELAX.

(shouts indistinctly) GET BACK. GET BACK.

I'M NOT LEAVING YOU WITH THE KIDS! RELAX, RELAX.

(kicks object)

LOOK, WE GOT A CALL, UM, FROM A LITTLE BOY.

YEAH, IT'S-- THAT WAS, UM...

(man) THAT-- THAT WAS JUST CONNOR.

HE WAS JUST TRYING TO GET US NOT TO FIGHT, OKAY?

RICK'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DRINKING, OKAY? OKAY--

HE'S JUST SCREWIN' IT ALL UP! (speaks indistinctly)

AND I'M TRY--TRYING REALLY, REALLY HARD.

I KNOW. IT'S OKAY.

SHE'S THE PSYCHO THAT FLIPPED HER LID HERE, ALL RIGHT?

SHE'S BEEN CRAZY SINCE THE BABY WAS BORN.

ALL RIGHT, WELL, WHERE'S THE BABY NOW?

CONNOR AND THE BABY ARE IN THE HOUSE.

THEY'RE FINE. DON'T WORRY.

(Chris) ARE YOU CONNOR?

CONNOR! HEY, BUDDY, WHY'D YOU CALL THE COPS?

WHAT DID YOU EXPECT HIM TO DO? OKAY--

I EXPECT HIM TO GROW UP AND NOT BE SUCH A WIMP!

HEY. WE'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE. HEY? WE KNOW WHAT HAPPENS.

WELL, STOP FIGHTING, AND THEY'LL LEAVE US ALONE!

DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY, LITTLE MAN! (tires screech)

(Andy) IT'S OKAY. THEY'RE GONNA TAKE ME AWAY.

GIVE ME THE BABY. GET IN THE HOUSE. (baby crying)

OKAY, I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE. HEY, LISTEN.

DO YOU GOT SOMEWHERE TO CRASH TONIGHT?

YOU KNOW, GIVE YOU TWO A CHANCE TO COOL OFF?

YEAH, WELL... (baby crying)

THAT WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST TIME THAT I'VE CRASHED

ON A FRIEND'S COUCH, THAT'S FOR SURE.

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. COME ON.

PLEASE. JUST GIVE HIM A COUPLE MINUTES, OKAY?

GO IN THERE AFTER. (baby gurgling)

HOW OLD IS THIS LITTLE GUY?

(gurgling continues) UH, HE'S, UM, 6 MONTHS.

(woman continues indistinctly)

HEY! (crying) LEAVE US ALONE!

NO, CONNOR! THIS ISN'T A GAME. PUT THAT THING DOWN!

CONNOR, PUT IT DOWN. OKAY? WHERE'D YOU GET THE GUN, BABY?

RICK! OKAY.

PLEASE DON'T-- PLEASE JUST CALM DOWN.

CONNOR, LISTEN, I CANNOT PUT THIS GUN DOWN UNTIL YOU DO.

PLEASE SET IT DOWN. PUT IT DOWN, BABY.

JUST TAKE IT EASY, OKAY? (static)

1509, OFFICERS NEED ASSISTANCE.

WE NEED BACKUP NOW.

CONNOR, I KNOW YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO PROTECT YOUR FAMILY,

BUT THE LONGER YOU STAND HERE POINTING THAT GUN AT ME,

THE MORE COPS ARE GONNA SHOW UP... (sirens wailing)

AND THE MORE TROUBLE YOU'RE GONNA BE IN.

(breathing heavily) OKAY?

I DON'T CARE! I WANT YOU TO LEAVE!

(sirens continue wailing) THEY CAN'T LEAVE, BABY, UNLESS YOU PUT THAT GUN DOWN.

(Andy) DANA, PLEASE GET THE BABY OUT OF HERE. PLEASE!

I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT TO SHOOT US, OKAY?

SO JUST PUT THE GUN DOWN.

RICK! GET OUT HERE!

CALM DOWN! (Sam) PECK, GET HER INTO A SQUAD CAR, PLEASE.

(Dana whimpering) NOW IS THERE ANYBODY ELSE?

YEAH, THERE'S A FATHER. HE'S INSIDE.

IS HE ARMED? I DON'T KNOW.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE GUN CAME FROM. I SWEAR TO GOD!

SWEAR TO GOD I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A GUN!

(door slams) ALL RIGHT. DIAZ, YOU OKAY?

YEAH, I-I'M FINE. ARE WE GOING IN?

NOT YET. LET'S SEE IF WE CAN FIGURE OUT

WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE FIRST.

TAKE PECK, CHECK THE BACK OF THE HOUSE AND STAY THERE.

COLLINS, KEEP YOUR GUN ON THAT DOOR!

YOU ALL RIGHT?

YEAH. I HAD MY GUN POINTED AT AN 11-YEAR-OLD BOY'S HEAD.

(holsters gun) HE HAD ONE POINTED AT YOU.

I'M GONNA GO TALK TO THE WIFE,

SEE IF SHE CAN CALL HER HUSBAND,

SEE WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON IN THERE.

GOOD. (cell phone dialing)

(cell phone beeps)

IT'S SWAREK. I NEED A COUPLE OF BACKGROUND CHECKS.

(static, radio chatter)

I CAN BARELY SEE, BUT THE KITCHEN LOOKS CLEAR.

(clattering)

(static)

1509, JUST SAW SOME MOVEMENT

IN AN UPSTAIRS ROOM, SOUTHWEST CORNER. (static)

(baby gurgling) LOOK, HE'S NOT ANSWERING. WHY ISN'T HE ANSWERING?

(cell phone beeps) OKAY, WE'LL JUST CALL HIM AGAIN, YOU KNOW?

KEEP CALLING HIM UNTIL HE PICKS UP. (cell phone beeps)

PERFECT. THANKS. (beeps)

BACKGROUND CHECK ON RICK SAYS HE'S GOT A LONG LIST OF PRIORS--

DRUGS, THREE YEARS FOR TRAFFICKING, NOTHING SINCE.

AND WHAT ABOUT THE MOM? (clears throat)

NO RECORD. BUNCH OF DOMESTIC DISPUTES AND, UH...

A FEW ISSUES WITH CHILDREN'S AID.

(radio chatter) (man) STOP RIGHT THERE, PLEASE. THANK YOU.

MA'AM, WHERE YOU HEADED?

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE.

WELL, THIS IS A CONTAINMENT SCENE,

AND WE NEED YOU TO STAY BACK.

UH, IS DANA IN THERE WITH HER KIDS?

MA'AM, YOU'RE NOT LISTENING. NO, YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO ME.

IF DANA'S KIDS ARE HERE, I NEED TO BE HERE.

AND WHO ARE YOU? CHILD AND YOUTH SERVICES.

I'M CLAIRE McNALLY.

CLAIRE McNALLY?

WELL, WE HAVE AN 11-YEAR-OLD BOY WITH A GUN IN HERE.

OH, GOD.

OH, OKAY. UH... WHERE'S DANA?

SHE'S IN THE SQUAD CAR. WHY DON'T YOU JOIN HER IN THERE?

OKAY. ALL RIGHT?

(cell phone dialing)

YEAH. YEAH, IT'S CLAIRE. LISTEN,

I NEED A WARRANT FOR A REMOVAL.

RICK AND DANA MOYER AGAIN.

YEAH. I'LL CALL YOU BACK WHEN I GET THE DETAILS.

OKAY. (cell phone snaps shut)

(inhales deeply)

(radio chatter)

ANDY.

(exhales) OH, MY GOD.

(exhales)

UM, UH, WHY DON'T YOU GET IN THE CAR, MA'AM?

ALL RIGHT.

(female dispatcher) Attention all cars, attention all cars...

MA'AM, WOULD YOU LIKE TO GET IN THE CAR?

ALL RIGHT.

CALM DOWN, COWBOY.

YOU CAN STOP CALLING ME "COWBOY," MA'AM.

YOU CAN STOP CALLING ME "MA'AM," COWBOY.

(door handle clicks)

SHE'S WITH, UH, CHILDREN'S AID.

RIGHT.

SHE ALSO HAPPENS TO BE YOUR MOTHER, I GUESS.

YES.

YOU WANNA LEAVE? WE GOT THIS COVERED.

NO.

(radio chatter)

(sighs) ANY MOVEMENT IN THERE?

WELL, NOTHING SO FAR, EXCEPT...

EXCEPT... WHAT? SPIT IT OUT.

WE GET THE LAYOUT OF THAT HOUSE THERE,

WE'LL HAVE A PRETTY CLEAR IDEA OF THE LAYOUT OF THIS ONE.

GOOD. EXCELLENT. GO CHECK IT OUT.

(radio chatter)

(unholsters gun)

THERE'S ANOTHER BEDROOM ON THIS SIDE,

A BEDROOM AND A BATHROOM ON THAT SIDE... (muffled arguing)

AND THIS IS THE WALL JOINING THE HOUSE.

(static) I HEAR VOICES.

(muffled arguing continues) SOMETIMES WHEN I WANT TO GET A BETTER LISTEN,

I OPEN THIS DOOR.

THANK YOU, MA'AM. (Connor) STOP IT!

(Rick speaks indistinctly) (Connor) WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

(Rick) CONNOR... THEY ARE RIGHT THERE.

(drill whirring)

(Rick) LISTEN TO ME...

(static) 1520, I'M HEARING AN ALTERCATION THROUGH THE WALLS--

FATHER-SON. THEY'RE UP ON THE SECOND FLOOR.

SOMEBODY'S DRILLING SOMETHING.

OKAY, WE'RE GOING IN. COLLINS, GET OUT HERE.

PECK, DIAZ, YOU'RE ON THE BACK DOOR. (static)

(Gail) We're ready.

BEDROOM'S TO THE LEFT, TOP OF THE STAIRS.

(door opens)

(Rick) CONNOR!

GET OUTSIDE NOW AND KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!

DON'T MOVE!

HEY! WHOA, NO! HEY, WHOA!

IT'S--

PUT THE GUN DOWN... NOW.

I-I TOOK IT OFF HIM, ALL RIGHT?

PUT THE GUN DOWN, AND DO NOT POINT IT AT US AS YOU DO SO.

ALL RIGHT, IT'S OVER.

CONNOR, STEP OVER HERE, PLEASE.

GO ON, CONNOR.

GO. GET GOING.

(holsters gun)

(static) THE HOUSE IS SECURE. CAN I GET SOMEONE TO...

COME UP HERE AND GET THE BOY, PLEASE? (static)

SO, UH, WHERE DID HE GET THE GUN, RICK?

IT'S AN OLD GUN, MAN.

IT'S BEEN LYIN' AROUND HERE FOR YEARS.

IT WAS HIDDEN, BUT HE'S A KID, RIGHT?

(Gail) OKAY, CONNOR, WE NEED TO ASK YOU A FEW QUESTIONS.

CONNOR, COME ON. WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN THE CLOSET?

WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? I'M PACKING.

(radio chatter)

OFFICER.

(rattling)

YOU WERE PACKING, HUH?

UH, NO WONDER YOU DIDN'T WANT TO ANSWER YOUR PHONE.

(dialing) CUFF HIM.

TURN AROUND, PLEASE. (handcuffs clicking)

TALK WITH YOU FOR A MINUTE?

(radio static and chatter) (man speaks indistinctly)

I HAVE TO TAKE DANA IN ALONG WITH THE DAD. (baby cooing)

I'M ASSUMING YOU'RE MAKING ARRANGEMENTS FOR THE KIDS.

DANA WASN'T AWARE THERE WERE GUNS IN THE HOUSE.

DOESN'T MATTER. STILL HAVE TO QUESTION HER.

OKAY. WELL, I'LL PLACE THEM

WITH, UH, DANA'S SISTER EVA,

WHICH DANA WILL HATE.

WELL, SOME PEOPLE DO FIND IT DIFFICULT

TO BE AWAY FROM THEIR CHILDREN.

(indistinct conversations)

(radio chatter)

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

SORRY, BABY. (sighs)

I SCREWED UP, ALL RIGHT?

DON'T EVEN LOOK AT ME.

SH-SHE KNEW NOTHING ABOUT THIS, ALL RIGHT?

(man) FOLKS, YOU WANNA BACK UP, PLEASE?

DANA, I'M GONNA HAVE TO BRING YOU IN.

WHAT? (baby gurgling)

CHILD SERVICES IS GONNA TAKE FINN, AND... NO.

YES, YOU'LL--YOU'LL GET TO SEE HIM AS SOON AS-- NO.

DANA, IT'S GONNA BE FINE. (crying) NO, PLEASE.

THEY'LL BE-- NO! NO...

LISTEN. LISTEN. I'M GONNA RECOMMEND

THE THREE OF YOU STAY WITH YOUR SISTER... NO. NO.

AND THEN WHEN YOU GET OUT, YOU CAN ALL GET BACK TOGETHER. (sobbing)

IT'S GONNA-- NO.

COME ON. COME ON. I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN.

YOU HAVE TO-- I CAN'T--

WE'LL SORT IT ALL OUT. (Finn crying)

(sobbing) COME ON. GIVE ME THE BABY.

GIVE ME THE BABY. GIVE HIM TO ME. (Finn crying)

OH, IT'S ALL RIGHT. IT'S ALL RIGHT.

(continues crying) IT'S ALL RIGHT.

OOH. OOH, YES.

MOM. (continues crying)

(gasping) (Finn continues crying)

ALL RIGHT, CONNOR. YOU HAVE TO COME WITH ME.

(Finn continues crying)

(exhales)

OKAY.

LOOK AT ME.

IT'S JUST A TEENY, TINY BIT OF TIME AWAY, OKAY?

S-SO YOU...

YOU DRAW ME A PICTURE OR SOMETHING, OKAY?

IT'S JUST LIKE A LITTLE MINI VACATION, OKAY?

(crying) (Finn fussing and crying)

(sobbing) GO.

YOU GO. DANA, PLEASE.

(Finn continues crying)

OKAY, COME ON.

MOM... (sobbing)

(continues crying)

MOM--

IT'S OKAY.

(sobbing) (radio chatter)

WATCH--

(Finn continues crying)

***

COME IN.

PLACE IS A BIT OF A MESS. MAKE ROOM.

SIR, WE UNDERSTAND YOU WANT TO FILE

A MISSING PERSONS REPORT ON YOUR WIFE?

I WANT YOU TO HELP ME FIND HER.

AND WE HAVE TO HURRY.

WHEN--WHEN DID YOU LAST SEE YOUR WIFE?

WE WERE WATCHING HER STORIES ON TV. YES?

SHE WENT TO LOOK FOR SOMETHING IN THE SPARE ROOM,

AND I FELL ASLEEP ON THE COUCH.

SHE NEVER CAME BACK.

SO YOU DIDN'T HEAR HER LEAVE?

WELL, SHE DIDN'T LEAVE.

SHE WOULDN'T LEAVE WITHOUT TELLING ME.

I-I GET TOO ANXIOUS.

W--I'M SORRY.

YOU--YOU THINK SHE WENT MISSING...

IN THE HOUSE?

I KNOW SHE DID.

(radio chatter and static)

(loud clattering)

(radio static and chatter) SAMMY! WHAT DO YOU GOT?

WOW.

GLOCKS, .45s, MAC-11 MACHINE PISTOL.

HMM. A COUPLE OF AK-47s.

(Nick) NO, ACTUALLY THOSE ARE AK-74s.

IT'S AN EASY MISTAKE.

THERE'S A COUPLE OF DIFFERENCES, BUT THE QUICKEST WAY

TO TELL THEM APART IS BY THE BULLETS. (radio static and chatter)

(clicks tongue) WHAT?

(radio chatter and static)

WHO HIDES GUNS IN A KID'S BEDROOM?

HE HAD THE BIGGEST CLOSET.

YEAH, SO WHAT, IS THIS GUY SELLING GUNS NOW?

AH, HE DIDN'T LOOK LIKE AN ARMS DEALER.

REALLY? AND WHAT WOULD AN ARMS DEALER LOOK LIKE?

UH, CONNOR'S TALKING WITH A COUNSELOR RIGHT NOW.

OBVIOUSLY WE CAN'T CHARGE HIM WITH ANYTHING--

HE'S 11 YEARS OLD-- BUT HE REALLY NEEDS

TO UNDERSTAND THE SERIOUSNESS OF HIS ACTIONS.

IS HE OKAY?

CLAIRE, I NEED TO KNOW IF HE'S OKAY.

HE'S FINE. HE--HE'S UPSET. HE THINKS IT WAS HIS FAULT.

POOR LITTLE GUY. (fussing)

LOOK, UH, RICK HAS ACTUALLY TAKEN FULL RESPONSIBILITY

FOR THE WEAPONS.

HE SAYS THAT DANA HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.

OF COURSE DANA HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.

I MEAN, SHE'S A FLAKE. SHE'S NOT AN IDIOT.

WHICH IS WHY WE'RE LETTING HER GO.

OKAY, GOOD. GOOD. THAT'S GREAT.

YES, BUT, UH, FOR THE MOMENT,

ANY TIME SHE SPENDS WITH THE KIDS

HAS TO BE UNDER YOUR SUPERVISION.

OH, YOU'RE KIDDING. DANA IS NEVER GONNA GO FOR THAT.

WELL, SHE HAS TO.

EVA, IF SHE WANTS A CHANCE OF GETTING THEM BACK,

SHE HAS TO LOOK OUT FOR THEIR BEST INTERESTS.

(Finn babbles)

(indistinct conversations)

(coffee pouring)

(coffeepot clatters)

UNIFORM SUITS YOU.

YEAH, I'M NOT GONNA DO THE SMALL TALK THING.

(door closes)

FINE. (inhales)

WANNA DO THE BIG TALK THING?

FINALLY GOT YOU ALONE.

WE MIGHT AS WELL GET IT ALL OUT IN THE OPEN.

WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?

COME ON. (door closes)

I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH YOU SINCE I LEFT.

YEAH, I KNOW YOU'VE, UH,

YOU'VE BEEN TRYING REALLY HARD.

(packet crinkles)

I CALLED YOU EVERY SUNDAY.

EVERY SUNDAY.

YOUR FATHER WOULDN'T LET ME TALK TO YOU.

MAYBE HE WAS LOOKING OUT FOR MY BEST INTERESTS, MOM.

THAT SOUNDS SO WEIRD,

IT'S LIKE IT'S NOT EVEN REAL.

"OH, CAN I GET A RIDE TO SCHOOL TODAY, MOM?"

OR, "MERRY CHRISTMAS, MOM."

ANDY... I MEAN, I CAN SAY THE WORDS.

THAT'S NOT THE PROBLEM.

IT'S JUST THAT I ACTUALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT MEANS.

YOU KNOW? IT'S LIKE A-- A FOREIGN LANGUAGE.

OKAY, ANDREA-- OKAY. (laughs)

NOT AS FOREIGN AS THAT, THOUGH. NOBODY CALLS ME THAT.

IT'S NOT MY NAME.

YES, IT IS.

I NAMED YOU AFTER MY BEST FRIEND.

WOW. YOU HAVE A BEST FRIEND?

KEEP IN TOUCH WITH HER?

(indistinct conversations, radio chatter)

ALL RIGHT, SO YOU'RE FREE TO GO.

YOU KNOW WHAT? MY SISTER HAS FULL CUSTODY OF MY KIDS.

EVERY MOMENT THAT I'M GONNA BE WITH THEM,

SHE'S GONNA BE WATCHING ME AND JUDGING ME.

THAT SOUND LIKE FREEDOM TO YOU?

WHAT CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT THE GUNS?

WELL, THEY'RE NOT MINE.

I'M HOLDING THEM FOR SOMEBODY.

WHO ARE YOU HOLDING THEM FOR? WHY WOULD I TELL YOU THAT?

WELL, IF YOU COOPERATE, IT MIGHT HELP YOUR CASE.

(scoffs)

DANA'S GONNA LEAVE ME.

I'M NOT GONNA SEE MY KIDS FOR YEARS...

EXCEPT THROUGH A GLASS WINDOW.

IT'S TOO LATE TO FIX IT.

(inhales)

WHAT KIND OF EXAMPLE DO YOU WANT TO SET FOR YOUR KID?

I'M DONE TALKIN'.

YOU LOOK INTO HIS CONNECTIONS,

AND I'LL SEE IF THEY FOUND THE SERIAL NUMBERS ON THE GUNS.

(door buzzes and beeps)

(door closes)

I MEAN, HONESTLY,

YOU NEED ALL THIS STUFF?

KATIE ALWAYS SAYS I HAVE EVERYTHING I'LL NEED

IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY.

EXCEPT A BULLDOZER.

(bags rustling)

(radio chatter)

THEN AGAIN, WHO AM I TO JUDGE?

WHAT EXACTLY WAS YOUR WIFE LOOKING FOR?

HER PINK SUITCASE.

(bags rustling)

DO YOU MIND? I HAVE TO GO TO...

I NEED--I NEED TO GET A BREATH.

YE-Y-YES, YOU GO. RELAX.

IT'S ALL RIGHT. WE'RE GONNA KEEP LOOKING FOR HER.

HER PINK SUITCASE?

THIS GUY'S LOST HIS NUT. H-HE'S CLEARLY HAVING US ON.

HIS WIFE HIT HER LIMIT, DUG HER WAY OUT OF HERE.

OKAY, WELL, CAN'T WE JUST GIVE HIM THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT?

ALL RIGHT, KEEP-- KEEP WORKING.

HERE.

CHECK THIS OUT. YEAH?

RICK MOYER. TWO YEARS AT KINGSTON.

EVERY ONE OF THOSE NAMES ON THERE

IS SOMEONE WHO WAS THERE AT THE SAME TIME

ON WEAPONS-RELATED CHARGES. THAT'S NICE WORK.

I MEAN, HE COULD HAVE MADE FRIENDS

WITH ANY ONE OF THESE GUYS, AND NOW HE'S HIDING THEIR GUNS.

ALL RIGHT. LET'S SEE WHERE THEY ARE

AND WHAT THEY'VE BEEN UP TO. OKAY.

WE JUST TALKED TO FORENSICS.

THEY RETRIEVED THE SERIAL NUMBERS

ON ALL SEVEN GUNS.

OKAY. DID YOU GET THE TRACES? YES, ACTUALLY.

WHAT?

ALL SEVEN OF THESE GUNS ARE CONNECTED

TO A PARKDALE GANG-- THE DOWLING CREW.

SOUND FAMILIAR? YEAH, OF COURSE.

I BUSTED THEM FIVE YEARS AGO. IT WAS A GOOD CASE.

JERRY, YOU SEIZED THESE GUNS ALREADY.

THEY WERE IN POLICE CUSTODY AND MARKED FOR DISPOSAL.

WHAT?

WAIT. BUT, UH... HOW'D THEY GET BACK OUT ON THE STREET?

THAT'S MY QUESTION.

I GOT YOUR SIGNATURE RIGHT HERE, JERRY,

SAYING THAT YOU WITNESSED THE DEMOLITION OF THESE GUNS,

SO YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THEY ENDED UP

IN THE BEDROOM OF AN 11-YEAR-OLD?

TH-THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.

IS THAT YOUR SIGNATURE? YES, IT IS.

DID YOU WITNESS THE DEMOLITION OF THESE GUNS--YES OR NO?

COME ON, FRANK. THIS WAS A LONG TIME AGO.

BECAUSE WHAT THIS LOOKS LIKE TO ANY JUDGE OR JURY

IS THAT YOU PRETENDED TO WITNESS

THE DISPOSAL OF THESE GUNS,

SOLD IT TO SOME GANGBANGER, AND POCKETED THE MONEY.

YOU KNOW HE WOULDN'T DO THAT.

THEN YOU NEED TO FIND A WAY TO PROVE IT.

FIX THIS, JERRY.

***

I DIDN'T SELL THOSE GUNS.

OF COURSE YOU DIDN'T.

JERRY, IT'S GONNA BE FINE.

NO, NO, IT'S NOT.

EVEN GET A HINT THAT I'M MESSING WITH THE EVIDENCE,

THAT COULD COMPROMISE EVERY SINGLE CASE I EVER WORKED ON.

OKAY. OKAY. SO WHAT HAPPENED?

YOU SIGNED OFF ON THE DISPOSAL, RIGHT? YEAH.

(pages flipping) WAIT. HOLD ON.

I DIDN'T WITNESS IT.

WHAT? WHY NOT?

HMM? WHY NOT?

UH... WELL, IT WAS FRIDAY,

AND IT WAS A LONG WEEKEND, AND I...

I BOOKED THIS TRIP TO NIAGARA FALLS,

AND WE, UH, CHECKED IN AT 3:00.

OKAY. SO IT WAS A ROMANTIC WEEKEND

WITH YOUR WIFE IN NIAGARA FALLS?

MM-HMM.

NIAGARA FALLS?

REALLY KNOW HOW TO SWEEP A GIRL OFF HER FEET, HUH?

NANCY CORDEN. SHE WAS WORKING EVIDENCE.

SHE KNEW I WAS GONNA BE LATE.

SHE OFFERED TO TAKE THE GUNS FOR ME.

WOW.

AND I LET HER. I TRUSTED HER.

SO WE SHOULD TALK TO NANCY.

YOU KNOW WHAT, TRACE? LET ME HANDLE IT. OKAY?

(cell phone dialing)

TWICE IN ONE DAY. I'M A LUCKY GUY.

(sniffles)

GUESS WHO I RAN INTO TODAY.

I DON'T KNOW. WHO?

GUESS. (scoffs)

COME ON. GIVE ME A HINT.

DAD.

(birds calling)

(clicks tongue) YOUR MOTHER?

YEAH.

WHERE'D YOU SEE HER?

MY LAST CALL. IT WAS A DOMESTIC,

AND SHE WAS THE SOCIAL WORKER.

SO, WHAT, SHE'S BACK IN TOWN NOW?

I GUESS SO.

DAD, SHE SAID THAT SHE--

SHE CALLED EVERY WEEK, YOU KNOW,

TO TRY TO TALK TO ME, BUT SHE NEVER DID THAT, RIGHT?

I MEAN, SHE DIDN'T CALL?

YEAH. SHE CALLED.

NOT EVERY WEEK.

I WOULDN'T LET HER SPEAK TO YOU.

(sighs) I MEAN, YOU WERE CONFUSED.

YOU WERE A LITTLE KID, AND YOU NEEDED THINGS TO BE STABLE.

(sighs)

COME ON, HONEY.

SHE LEFT US FOR SOME HOTSHOT PROFESSOR.

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, LET HER RUB IT IN?

(kiss)

GET OFF MY CAR. I GOTTA GO BACK TO WORK.

DON'T WAIT TILL MY NEXT BIRTHDAY TO VISIT.

HEY, YOU CAN COME AND SEE ME ANYTIME, TOO.

NEXT TIME YOU SEE HER,

TELL HER TO GO SUCK AN EGG. (laughs)

(cell phone rings) OKAY, I WILL.

(chuckling) BYE. (ring)

OOH. SPEAK OF THE DEVIL. (rings and beeps)

HELLO?

WHAT?

SLOW DOWN.

OKAY. WHERE ARE THE KIDS?

TALK TO EVA?

OKAY. JUST MEET ME AT THE STATION. I'M ON MY WAY.

(beeps)

I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE STUCK AROUND AS LONG AS SHE DID.

IT'S AMAZING WHAT SOME PEOPLE WILL PUT UP WITH.

THAT'S WHAT A MARRIAGE IS, MAN.

YOU STICK IT OUT-- THICK AND THIN.

YOU'D KNOW BETTER THAN ME. (sighs)

(rustling) (light fixture squeaking)

SHE KICKED ME OUT.

(scoffs) WHO?

ZOE. SHE ASKED ME TO MOVE OUT.

WHEN? WHY? (bag rustling)

WORK TOO MUCH, TALK TOO LITTLE...

ALL THAT.

(rustling and clattering) WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN STAYING?

AT A... CRAPPY MOTEL, YOU KNOW.

I-I CAN'T STOMACH LOOKING FOR AN APARTMENT.

HAVE YOU TOLD ANYBODY? NO.

I JUST KEEP THINKING IT'S GONNA CHANGE.

(clears throat)

I'M--I'M REALLY SORRY. THAT...

(stammers)

UH, YOU KNOW, I'M--I'M--

SO I THINK I'M GONNA GO MAKE A COUPLE OF THOSE CALLS,

IN CASE SHE LEFT.

THAT'S A GOOD IDEA. YEAH, YEAH.

YEAH, YOU D-DO THAT.

OKAY.

(radio chatter)

(objects clattering)

(groans)

ALL RIGHT. OKAY. THANK YOU.

(hangs up telephone)

OKAY, WE'VE GOT THE, UH, SATELLITE COMPANY

ON THE PHONE RIGHT NOW.

OKAY, WE'RE GONNA USE THE GPS TO TRY TO TRACK DOWN YOUR CAR. OKAY.

SO WE NEED TO GO THROUGH THIS ONE MORE TIME.

UH... DANA LET HERSELF IN. SHE HAS A KEY.

OKAY. THE BABY WAS SLEEPING. CONNOR WAS WATCHING TV.

(door buzzes) I WAS UPSTAIRS ON THE TELEPHONE,

AND THEN I HEARD MY CAR START.

SHE EVER DONE THIS BEFORE?

TAKEN OFF IN MY CAR? NO, THIS IS A NEW ONE.

'CAUSE WE WERE TOLD BY CHILD PROTECTION SERVICES

THAT SHE WAS GETTING IT TOGETHER.

YEAH, WELL, SHE PUTS ON A BIG FRONT FOR CLAIRE.

(sniffles)

SHE'S TERRIFIED OF LOSING HER KIDS.

(inhales sharply) SHE AND RICK HAVE BEEN FIGHTING A LOT.

(clicks tongue) OH...

SHE'S DRINKING. RICK IS DRINKING.

(sniffles) I MEAN, SHE'S MY SISTER.

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?

I DIDN'T WANT TO GET HER IN TROUBLE, BUT...

(inhales sharply)

DANA IS DESPERATE.

AND TO BE HONEST WITH YOU, I'M WORRIED.

I'M WORRIED WHAT SHE'LL DO TO THOSE KIDS.

NO. NO.

SHE LOVES THEM. SHE'S NOT GONNA HURT THEM.

YOU KNOW THAT FOR A FACT?

(sniffles)

***

(siren wailing)

GOOD. JUST CALL US BACK IF THEY START TO TRAVEL.

WE'RE ON OUR WAY. (radio chatter)

(cell phone beeps) SATELLITE COMPANY SAYS THE CAR'S PARKED

AT LAKE SHORE AND PARKSIDE.

WHAT ARE THEY DOING AT THE LAKE?

(siren wailing, dog barking)

(sirens continue wailing)

(dog barks)

(radio static and chatter)

(Gail) OKAY, WELL, IT LOOKS EMPTY.

(barking continues)

(radio chatter continues)

(birds calling)

HEY, CONNOR.

IS YOUR MOM AROUND HERE?

NO.

DROVE HERE BY MYSELF.

YOU DID?

WHO TAUGHT YOU TO DRIVE?

DAD.

OH. WOW.

(clears throat) CONNOR,

WE'RE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR MOM AND THE BABY.

CAN YOU PLEASE TELL US WHERE THEY ARE?

I'M NOT ALLOWED TO SAY.

COME ON, CONNOR. YOU CAN TALK TO THE POLICE.

NO, I CAN'T.

OKAY. GET OUT OF THE CAR.

YOU GO WITH PECK.

I'M GONNA TAKE CONNOR BACK TO THE STATION, ALL RIGHT?

(door closes, radio chatter continues)

WHAT ARE YOU, SOME KIND OF SUPER KID?

DRIVING CARS, SHOOTING GUNS, KEEPING SECRETS.

YOU WANNA RIDE UP FRONT?

YEAH, FUNNY. THIS SIDE.

YOU KNOW, UH, DETECTIVE JERRY BARBER, RIGHT?

OF COURSE. AND I KNOW THAT YOU'RE HIS GIRL.

(indistinct conversations)

DO YOU REMEMBER SOME GUNS THAT WERE SEIZED,

UM, FROM THE DOWLING CREW ABOUT FIVE YEARS AGO?

I MAY HAVE SEEN IT ALL AND DONE IT ALL

AND KNOW IT ALL, BUT... I'M OLD.

I DON'T ALWAYS REMEMBER IT ALL.

(chuckles) WE WERE JUST--

WE'RE TRYING TO TRACE, UM, SOME GUNS.

UH... THE GANG MEMBERS WERE CONVICTED,

AND, UH, THE GUNS WERE SEIZED BY JERRY.

LOGGED AS EVIDENCE, DOCUMENTED, PRESENTED AT TRIAL.

AND THE GUNS WOULD HAVE BEEN RETURNED HERE.

WE KEEP THE GUNS FOR TWO YEARS. DEPARTMENT POLICY.

THEN WE MARK THEM FOR DISPOSAL.

AND JERRY WOULD HAVE GONE ALONG TO WITNESS THAT,

CORRECT? YES.

AND NO ONE COULD HAVE DONE THAT IN HIS PLACE?

YOU COULDN'T HAVE GONE IN HIS PLACE?

NO.

ANYTHING ELSE, DETECTIVE?

NO. THANK YOU.

(indistinct conversations) MM-HMM.

I JUST TALKED TO NANCY CORDEN.

SHE IS LYING OUT HER ASS.

I TOLD YOU I WAS DEALING WITH IT.

YEAH, BUT... (scoffs) JERRY, IT'S FINE.

HOLD ON. YOU WERE AWAY THAT WEEKEND.

AS LONG AS YOUR EX CAN CORROBORATE THE STORY...

(sighs) OKAY.

(hangs up telephone)

UM... (clicks tongue)

I WASN'T WITH MY WIFE.

WHO WERE YOU WITH?

OH, MY GOD.

YOU WERE HAVING AN AFFAIR?

THAT'S WHY YOUR WIFE LEFT YOU?

WELL, SHE DIDN'T LOVE ME. YOU KNOW?

AND I DIDN'T LOVE HER. OKAY.

OKAY. WELL, THEN YOU BETTER FIND THIS OTHER WOMAN

AND MAKE SURE SHE CAN VOUCH FOR YOU.

YEAH, WELL...

(door buzzes in distance)

YOU OKAY?

EH.

THE IRONY OF TODAY IS SUFFOCATING.

(inhales)

(exhales)

WHAT'S SHE DOING BACK HERE, ANYWAY?

SAID SHE HAD TO MOVE BACK.

AND SHE DIDN'T CALL YOU?

(clicks)

(filtered voice) WHY WERE YOU IN THE CAR ALONE, CONNOR?

'CAUSE I WANTED TO FIND DAD.

MOM WASN'T MAKING ANY SENSE.

WAS SHE TAKING TOO MUCH MEDICINE?

I GUESS.

(sighs) ALL RIGHT.

(clicks tongue) TIME'S UP, CONNOR.

YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHERE SHE WENT... NOW.

I WANT TO SEE DAD.

OKAY, WELL, MAYBE IF YOU COOPERATE,

THEY'LL LET YOU TALK TO HIM FOR A LITTLE BIT.

(sighs)

I'LL MAKE SURE YOU CAN TALK TO HIM.

(door buzzes in distance)

(phone rings in distance)

SHE'S AT GRANDMA'S OLD HOUSE--

THE ONE THAT'S GETTING TORN UP.

(filtered voice) CONNOR, YOU DID THE RIGHT THING.

(sirens wailing) (female dispatcher) All units, we have information

that our missing persons are at the residence

at 76 Soper.

Subject Dana Moyer and her infant son

are believed to be inside. (sirens stop wailing)

(static)

(door opens)

(door closes)

DANA?

(static)

(Nick) SHE'S UP HERE!

(Finn crying)

OHH. OHH.

SHE HAS A PULSE. (crying continues)

OKAY. IT'S OKAY.

BOTTLE'S EMPTY. LOOKS LIKE AN OVERDOSE.

(crying continues)

IT'S OKAY. (continues crying)

***

(radio chatter)

(man) YOU'RE GONNA BE OKAY.

(speaking indistinctly) (Andy) THINGS ARE JUST FINISHING UP HERE,

SO I'M GONNA GIVE A CALL TO FRANK. OH.

(cooing)

COME HERE, BABY. OHH.

OHH. THANK YOU.

SO EVA WILL TAKE THEM BACK TO HER PLACE.

I'LL GO DOWN TO THE STATION AND FILL OUT THE PAPERWORK.

HARD TO BELIEVE THAT SOME KIDS ARE BETTER OFF

WITHOUT THEIR MOTHERS.

SOMETIMES IT'S TRUE.

I GET IT. BLACK AND WHITE.

IT'S MUCH EASIER. (sighs)

(man) LET'S BACK IT UP SO WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE.

ANDY, IF--IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ME,

YOU DON'T HAVE TO KNOW ME.

YOU'RE AN ADULT. YOU GET TO MAKE THAT CHOICE.

(telephone rings in distance, handcuffs rattling)

(sighs)

(scrapes floor and clatters)

DAD, I'M SORRY I USED YOUR GUN.

(chuckles) IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT, BUDDY.

IT'S MINE.

YOU TOLD ME TO LEAVE THE CLOSET ALONE.

I NEVER SHOULD HAVE HAD GUNS THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE.

I THOUGHT IT WAS CHRISTMAS PRESENTS

OR... (sighs) I DON'T KNOW.

(telephones ringing in distance)

I'M AN IDIOT... (sighs) CONNOR.

I JUST HOPE I GROW UP BEFORE YOU DO.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

IT MEANS THAT YOU ARE AN AMAZING KID,

AND, LOOK, I'M GONNA HELP THE POLICE, OKAY?

WHATEVER THEY NEED TO KNOW, I'M GONNA TELL 'EM,

'CAUSE YOUR DAD IS NOT ONE OF THE BAD GUYS.

(sighs) OKAY, CONNOR.

(radio chatter)

PLEASE.

YOU HAVE TO MOVE FASTER. (clatters)

WHERE'S YOUR FRIEND?

MY FRIEND, UH, IS OUTSIDE MAKING A FEW PHONE CALLS, EUGENE...

(clatters)

BECAUSE, UH, WE NEED TO THINK--

(clatters)

(creaking) WE NEED TO START THINKING

ABOUT WHERE ELSE YOUR WIFE MIGHT HAVE GONE.

SHE WOULDN'T LEAVE WITHOUT TELLING ME.

(object clatters)

WE'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR 55 YEARS. REMEMBER?

WELL, THIS, UH...

THIS CAN BE TOUGH ON A MARRIAGE.

YOU MIGHT THINK THE FACT

THAT I COLLECT THINGS... (objects thudding and clinking)

IS A LITTLE STRANGE.

YOU KNOW, YOU'RE NOT JUST A COLLECTOR, PAL.

YOU HAVE A COMPULSIVE CONDITION, UH,

AND YOU NEED SERIOUS HELP, BECAUSE NO ONE--

NO ONE COULD PUT UP WITH THIS.

(clatters) BUT SHE LOVES ME.

SOMETIMES LOVE DON'T CUT IT.

(clatters)

(clatters, plastic rustling)

(clatters)

(voice breaking) OH, MY GOD.

(panting)

KATIE.

(whispers) YEAH.

(radio static)

THIS IS 1503. I'M AT 37 PENDER.

I NEED AN AMBULANCE.

(static)

KATIE.

(indistinct conversations, telephones ringing in distance)

FRANK'S, UH, QUESTIONING NANCY NOW.

THAT'S GOOD.

(sighs)

YEAH.

YOU KNOW, SHE'S BEEN HERE 20 YEARS.

I MEAN, I'VE--I'VE KNOWN HER MY ENTIRE CAREER.

WELL, SHE WAS ALL TOO HAPPY TO LET YOU

TAKE THE FALL FOR HER,

SO I WOULDN'T FEEL THAT BAD ABOUT IT.

TRACI, UH... (sighs)

THINGS ARE DIFFERENT.

(radio chatter)

I'M HAPPY NOW. I WOULDN'T CHEAT ON YOU.

I WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON YOU.

YOU TURNED ME INTO AN ELEPHANT.

I GUESS WE'RE BOTH ELEPHANTS.

MM-HMM.

HEY, GAIL. CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR A SEC?

UH...

MEET YOU OUT BACK?

(indistinct conversations)

YEAH?

(sighs) I MEAN, NOW THAT ALL THIS TIME HAS PASSED,

UH, YOU KNOW, THAT WHOLE THING BETWEEN YOU AND DOV--

IT DOESN'T SEEM LIKE SUCH A BIG DEAL ANYMORE.

I-I SHOULD HAVE TRUSTED YOU.

(sighs)

I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU THIS.

UH... (sighs)

WE WERE GONNA GET MARRIED-- ME AND NICK--

AND THEN NICK BACKED OUT AT THE LAST MINUTE,

AND I'VE--I'VE JUST, LIKE, HATED HIM FOR IT,

AND NOW HE'S HERE, AND I'M-- ALL THIS TIME HAS PASSED,

AND I'M JUST TRYING TO FIGURE THINGS OUT.

WELL, I HOPE THAT WORKS OUT.

(sighs)

UH...

(chuckles) HAVE A--HAVE A GOOD NIGHT.

CHRIS.

(radio chatter)

I'M SORRY.

NO, DON'T. DON'T FEEL SORRY FOR ME.

I DON'T FEEL--I'M NOT F-- NO, LOOK.

THERE ARE PLENTY OF OPTIONS.

YOU WERE ONE OF THEM. NOW YOU'RE NOT.

(siren wailing in distance)

(gearshift clicks)

YEAH, W-WE HAVE A COUCH.

WE DON'T HAVE ANY EXTRA BLANKETS,

BUT... WE GOT SOME BIG TOWELS.

THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

I THINK I'D RATHER SHOOT MYSELF IN THE ASS.

YOU SURE? I MEAN, A MOTEL SOUNDS PRETTY GRIM.

I'M GOING THROUGH A BREAKUP WITH MY WIFE, DUDE.

GRIM... IS THE ONLY OPTION.

YOU THINK ZOE'S GONNA WANT TO PATCH THINGS UP?

OH, I DON'T KNOW. PROBABLY.

YOU KNOW-- YOU KNOW WOMEN, RIGHT?

DO YOU?

I DON'T.

ME NEITHER.

(sniffles)

(sighs)

OH, WAIT. DON'T YOU HAVE A FANCY DATE PLANNED

WITH YOUR E.T.F. GIRLFRIEND, YOU KNOW,

CELEBRATE YOU BEING BACK ON THE JOB?

I WISH I FELT LIKE IT.

I THOUGHT GOING BACK TO WORK WOULD MAKE ME FEEL NORMAL,

BUT... I DON'T KNOW.

I KILLED SOMEBODY. THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT.

DO YOU SEE WHAT WE'RE DOING HERE, EPSTEIN?

WHAT?

TALKING, SHARING, BONDING.

(sniffles) SORRY.

I'LL FORGIVE IT ONCE. ONCE.

GET THEE GONE. GO ON. GET OUTTA HERE.

I GOTTA--I'M GOING TO, UH-- I GOTTA FINISH THIS STUFF UP.

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT.

(people speaking indistinctly)

(coughs and clears throat)

(horn honks in distance)

(notebook thuds)

(sighs)

(indistinct conversations, telephones ringing in distance)

YOU SAID YOU HAD TO MOVE BACK. WHY?

WHY NOW?

(sighs)

15 YEARS AGO, I WANTED TO TAKE YOU.

I BEGGED YOU TO COME WITH ME.

YOU CHOSE TO STAY.

I WAS 12.

IT DOESN'T MATTER.

EVEN WHEN YOU WERE 12, THERE WAS NO CHANGING YOUR MIND.

ANDY, I CALLED EVERY WEEK.

I WANTED YOU TO LIVE WITH ME, TO VISIT, ANYTHING...

(sighs) BUT YOUR DAD HAD CUSTODY,

AND HE CALLED THE SHOTS.

SO THEN WHY DID YOU LEAVE?

(inhales deeply)

(voice breaking) YOUR DAD WAS GOOD TO YOU,

BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE MARRIED TO HIM.

DON'T.

YOU DON'T GET TO TALK ABOUT HIM.

DAD DID THE JOB OF TWO PEOPLE.

(voice breaking) IF THERE IS ANYTHING

I'VE EVER LEARNED IN MY LIFE,

IT'S THAT I WAS NEVER BETTER OFF

WITHOUT MY MOTHER.

I'M SORRY.

YEAH.

(inhales deeply)

CAN WE... (sighs)

CAN WE JUST HAVE DINNER?

I CAN DO COFFEE.

(William Fitzsimmons' "Ever Could" playing)

(buzzer)

(door closes)

HEY, CAN WE--CAN WE JUST SIT FOR A MINUTE?

I-I JUST--I NEED TO SIT.

OKAY.

* DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE RAIN TODAY? *

(horn honks in distance)

(clears throat) YOU READ MY MIND.

(chuckles)

* I THINK WE WALK *

YOU KNOW THAT MY FULL NAME IS ANDREA?

REALLY?

MM-HMM.

THAT MAKES SENSE.

YEAH, I WAS NAMED AFTER MY MOTHER'S BEST FRIEND,

WHOEVER THAT IS.

* IN SLOWER RHYTHM *

WELL, I'M JUST GONNA STICK WITH "McNALLY,"

IF THAT'S OKAY WITH YOU.

* I LIKE YOU LIKE NO ONE ELSE *

PROMISE ME SOMETHING.

* EVER COULD *

GO.

* DO YOU? *

(sighs) IF THINGS GO SOUTH WITH US,

YOU KNOW, I-- AND I-I DON'T WANT THEM TO.

I-I HOPE THEY DON'T, BUT IF THEY DO,

THEN DON'T--DON'T JUST WALK OUT THE DOOR, OKAY?

LET'S PROMISE TO WORK AT IT.

YOU WON'T GET RID OF ME WITHOUT A FIGHT.

* ...FOR THE SKY TO FALL? *

ALL RIGHT.

YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT? NOPE.

* ...FOR THE SKY TO FALL? *