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(Sheriff's "When I'm With You" playing)

***

(singing along) * MAYBE IT'S THE WAY YOU TOUCH ME *

* LIKE THE WARMTH OF THE SUN *

WHAT?

* MAYBE IT'S THE WAY YOU SMILE * NOTHING.

YOU KNOW, THIS IS MY ROCK FACE.

(high-pitched voice) * COME UNDONE *

YOU GOTTA GET USED TO THIS.

OH, NO, I'M USED TO IT. I'VE HAD THREE HOURS OF IT. * BABE *

* I'M LOST IN LOVE *

YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS MY WEDDING SONG.

HUH? HAVE A LITTLE RESPECT. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE.

IT WAS A GREAT DAY. HUH? WHOA!

* BABY *

* YEAH, YEAH, YEAH * * YEAH, YEAH, YEAH *

* OH, I GET CHILLS WHEN I'M WITH YOU *

(all) * WHOA, OH, WHOA, OH *

NICE.

* OH, BABY, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH *

* MY WORLD STANDS STILL *

AH, IF I COULD FIND A GIRL WHO LISTENED TO MUSIC LIKE THIS,

I'D MARRY HER, TOO. EH, I'M A LUCKY GUY.

YES, YOU ARE. * WITH YOU *

(holds note)

I GOTTA TAKE A LEAK. BOBBY?

NAH, I'M GOOD.

***

* SHARE WITH YOU *

* OOH * (engine and stereo stop)

(door opens, seat belt rattles)

* BABY, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH *

HOW YOU DOING BACK THERE?

AH, I'M A LITTLE CRAMPED, BUT I'M OKAY.

YOU ARE ONE TOUGH COOKIE, BOBBY.

NAH, NOT REALLY. I WEAR MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE, SEE?

WHEN YOUR LAST NAME'S LOVE, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, RIGHT?

WOW, THAT'S A BEAUT. THANK YOU, MY MAN.

(radio chatter)

OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT? I ACTUALLY GOTTA GO NOW.

(groans) HEY, I'M SORRY, MAN. YOU KNOW,

IT'S JUST THE POWER OF SUGGESTION.

YOU KNOW, HE SAID HE NEEDED TO GO.

AT FIRST I DIDN'T NEED TO, AND THEN NOW I DO.

IF YOU WANT, I COULD JUST GO IN THE BUSHES.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO WALK ME IN. NAH, IT'S FINE. I'LL WALK YOU IN.

(radio chatter)

POWER OF SUGGESTION, HUH? YEAH. WHAT, THAT NEVER HAPPENS TO YOU?

NO, MAN. I GOT A BLADDER LIKE A CAMEL.

IT'S ONE OF MY BEST QUALITIES.

OH, IS THAT SO? (hammer cocks)

DON'T MOVE. TAKE OUT YOUR WEAPON.

PUT IT ON THE GROUND NICE AND SLOW. UHH!

(gun clatters on ground)

YOU'RE GONNA WALK STRAIGHT AHEAD. GO.

(gun scrapes ground)

KEEP GOING.

GET DOWN ON THE GROUND. ON THE GROUND!

DON'T LOOK AT ME! DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

COLLINS! SHAW!

(radio static) 1521,

WE'RE AT THE FIRST EXIT EAST OFF OF THE Q.E.W.,

EAST OF PORT CREDIT.

OUR WITNESS WAS JUST ABDUCTED IN A BLACK S.U.V.

(female dispatcher) Attention all cars,

attention all cars... (speaks indistinctly)

(siren wailing in distance)

OH, MY... GOD, SAM.

(exhales)

(laughs and panting) (panting)

YOU NEVER KNOW UNTIL YOU TRY.

(chuckles softly)

HOLY... MOLY.

"HOLY MOLY"? (laughs)

(exhales) IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT?

"MOLY'S" NOT EVEN A WORD.

YEAH, WELL, IT IS TO ME.

OKAY, THEN I'LL TAKE IT.

COME ON. ONE MORE TIME.

(cell phone rings) ONE MORE.

OH...

(moans)

(beeps) YEAH?

O-OKAY. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. I'LL BE THERE.

OKAY. BYE. (beeps)

I GOTTA GO. YOU ALWAYS GOTTA GO.

I REALLY GOTTA GO. FINE.

I'LL SEE YOU AT WORK. OKAY.

(kiss) (sighs)

SAM.

WHAT?

I...

NOTHING. I'LL SEE YOU AT WORK.

HUH. I'LL SEE YOU AT WORK.

(cell phone ringtone playing)

(ringtone continues) (sighs)

IT'S PROBABLY JUST CHRIS.

I BET HE LOCKED HIMSELF IN THE BATHROOM AGAIN.

(ringtone stops)

(beeps) (man in distance) CHECK ON NUMBER 4.

SO, WHAT, YOU'RE JUST GONNA LEAVE HIM IN THERE?

TEACH HIM A LESSON? A LITTLE TOUGH LOVE?

IT WAS SUE.

OH.

WELL, THAT'S A DIFFERENT KIND OF TOUGH.

IT'S ALL RIGHT. I'LL CALL HER AFTER SHIFT.

YOU'VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR TWO WEEKS.

THIS THING WITH CRYSTAL--

IT'S NOT A THING, OKAY? IT'S JUST I-- OKAY,

I DON'T REALLY CARE WHAT IT IS,

BUT ONE OF THESE GIRLS IS GONNA END UP

WITH A BROKEN HEART, OKAY?

THERE IS NO WAY AROUND THAT.

BUT SINCE MY MOTTO IS,

"WHO REALLY CARES AS LONG AS I'M HAPPY,"

I WANT YOU TO ASK YOURSELF SOMETHING.

WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY? REALLY?

AND IF IT'S NOT SUE, THEN... TELL HER?

(sighs) I'M GONNA GO FOR IT.

YEAH, GOOD. YEAH, YOU SHOULD.

GOOD. I AM. YOU SHOULD.

(exhales)

HEY, UH, HOW LONG UNTIL YOU AND JERRY SAID "I LOVE YOU"?

(clenching teeth) FOURTH DATE.

WHAT?!

ANDY! ANDY! ANDY! SORRY!

ANDY. (weights clatter)

HOLD ON. FOURTH DATE?

YEAH!

I MEAN, I'M NOT SAYING IT'S NORMAL, BUT... WELL--

YOU KNOW, IT JUST WORKED FOR US.

THAT'S WEIRD, RIGHT? THAT'S WEIRD.

THAT'S TOTALLY WEIRD AND CREEPY? NO. NO.

IT'S NOT WEIRD OR CREEPY, IT'S JUST--IT'S WILD.

I KNOW. IT'S THREE YEARS TODAY.

NO WAY. YOU GUYS CELEBRATING?

NO, WE'RE... GOING TO SEE COLDPLAY TOMORROW.

I GOT US TICKETS.

YEAH, WELL, YOU MUST REALLY LOVE HIM.

(laughs)

HEY! YOUR EARS MUST BE BURNING.

UH, YEAH, THEY'RE BURNING.

THEY'RE BURNING LIKE THEY'RE ON FIRE.

OKAY, I-I NEED YOU GUYS IN PARADE.

(scoffs)

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY. THANKS.

(radio chatter)

WELL, I COULDN'T REALLY SEE HIM. HE WAS BEHIND ME.

OKAY, W--HOLD ON. YOU SAID YOU SAW HIM

WHILE HE WAS CHANGING THE OIL, RIGHT?

YEAH, BUT HE HAD HIS HAT PULLED DOWN OVER HIS EYES.

HIS COLLAR WAS UP. OKAY, SO WHITE, AVERAGE HEIGHT,

AVERAGE WEIGHT, BLACK PANTS,

BLACK JACKET, BLACK WOOL HAT,

BLACK S.U.V., OBSCURED LICENSE PLATE.

THANKS. THIS IS, UH... THIS IS REALLY HELPFUL.

(radio chatter continues)

SO WHAT NOW? WHAT DO WE DO?

DOESN'T MATTER. LOVE IS ALREADY DEAD.

(indistinct conversations)

(conversations stop)

(woman clears throat)

(sighs)

TWO YEARS AGO, THREE BARS WERE FIREBOMBED IN LITTLE ITALY.

BURNED TO THE GROUND

BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T PAY PROTECTION MONEY.

TWO INNOCENT PEOPLE WERE KILLED--

A CLEANING LADY AND A WAITRESS.

DETECTIVE?

(telephone rings in distance)

VINCENT DELUCA. NASTY PIECE OF WORK.

BEEN TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE STRIP SINCE HE TURNED 18.

MM. I THOUGHT VINNIE WAS GOING TO TRIAL.

OH, HE IS. NEXT WEEK.

YEAH, THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SLAM DUNK.

YOU SEE...

(file clatters on desk)

THIS GUY...

WAS GONNA BRING DOWN THE WHOLE UGLY OPERATION.

THIS IS BOBBY LOVE, ONE OF VINCENT'S BUDDIES.

HE AGREED TO TESTIFY.

IN EXCHANGE, WE DROPPED SOME TRAFFICKING CHARGES.

HE WAS IN A SAFE HOUSE FOR A YEAR.

AND HE WAS COMING TODAY FOR THE TRIAL. UNTIL WE LOST HIM.

YEP. YEAH. HE'S THE CORNERSTONE OF THE CASE.

THERE IS NO CASE WITHOUT BOBBY.

AND THE PROSECUTION IS HYSTERICAL.

I MEAN, EVERYONE IS HYSTERICAL.

SO WE NEED... TO STAY CALM.

WE ARE GONNA SPEND TONIGHT PREPPING

THE OTHER WITNESSES IN THE CASE, MAKING SURE

WE DIDN'T MISS ANYTHING THE FIRST TIME AROUND.

STAFF SERGEANT BEST IS AWAY, SO JERRY AND I

WILL BE RUNNING THINGS FROM HERE TONIGHT.

LET'S GO.

THREE EXPLOSIONS, ONE EYEWITNESS--

PROFESSOR MARK STERN.

HE TEACHES BIOLOGY OVER AT KEMPTON.

HE WAS COMING OUT OF A STORE ACROSS THE STREET.

SOME WITNESS. GUY SAYS HE DIDN'T EVEN SEE ANYTHING.

DOESN'T MATTER. WITHOUT LOVE, HE'S THE ONLY SHOT WE GOT,

SO GET HIM IN HERE AND GO OVER HIS TESTIMONY.

HE'S GONNA BE ON THE STAND AT LEAST A WEEK SOONER

THAN WE THOUGHT.

NOW AS FOR YOU,

SUE TRAN WAS THE PRIMARY E.T.F. RESPONDER

ON ALL THREE FILES,

SO YOU'RE GONNA GO OVER THE DETAILS WITH HER.

I WANT HER TO BE WITH SOMEONE SHE FEELS COMFORTABLE WITH.

OKAY? SUE?

WHAT--WHAT DID I JUST SAY?

BOMB SQUAD BETTY. G.I. JANE. SUE. YOUR GIRLFRIEND?

SUE'S THE BEST ON THE SQUAD. SHE DOESN'T NEED PREPPING.

HAVE YOU SEEN HER ON THE STAND? (file clatters)

NO. I HAVE.

IT'S NOT UP FOR DEBATE, EPSTEIN.

(radio chatter)

SWITCH WITH ME.

ARE YOU KIDDING? THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO TALK TO HER.

EPSTEIN, CARPE DIEM. SEIZE THE DAY.

THERE'S NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT.

A... STITCH IN TIME SAVES NINE.

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?

SOMETHING ABOUT SEWING,

BUT I THINK IT'S TIME FOR YOU, MY OLD FRIEND,

TO MAN UP.

SO MAN UP.

YOUR PEP TALK NEEDS WORK.

COME ON. I JUST NEED AN OVERTIME FORM.

GET IT FROM YOUR SERGEANT. YEAH, SHE SAID TO GET IT FROM YOU.

YOU KNOW WHAT, ACTUALLY?

I DON'T CARE. HAPPY TO WORK FOR FREE TONIGHT!

(door buzzes and beeps) HEY. HEY!

LOOK, IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO ANY ONE OF US.

YEAH, WELL, IT DIDN'T. EVEN IF YOU MADE A MISTAKE,

YOU'VE ONLY BEEN ON THE JOB FOR SIX MONTHS.

GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK.

OFFICERS. HI.

I WAS HOPING ONE OF YOU MIGHT HAVE A MOMENT.

YEAH, HE DOES. I'M ON A BREAK.

YOU KNOW WHAT? IT'S, UH... IT'S NO BIG DEAL.

I JUST WANTED TO REPORT A CRIME.

I THINK. I MEAN, I SAW SOMETHING. YEAH, WHAT IS IT?

UH... (sighs) IT'S PROBABLY NOTHING. I--

SPIT IT OUT!

(radio chatter)

I, UH, SAW A GUY...

IN THE BACK OF A BLACK S.U.V.

HE WAS TIED UP. HE LOOKED A LITTLE ROUGH.

I DON'T KNOW. I TRIED TO SEE THE LICENSE PLATE,

BUT IT WAS LIKE IT WAS COVERED IN MUD OR SOMETHING.

WELL, THIS GUY-- WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE?

YOUNG GUY--MAYBE 21, 22.

NICE FACE, DARK HAIR. BIT OF A DIRTBAG.

ANYTHING ELSE?

BIG TATTOO ON HIS ARM.

A BIG, HUGE, BLOODY, GORY HEART.

OKAY.

THIS KID WITH THE TATTOO--

ARE YOU SAYING HE WAS ALIVE?

I THINK SO. HIS EYES WERE OPEN.

UH, THEY WERE HEADED INTO A PARKING GARAGE.

ONE OF THOSE ORANGE "G" NUMBERS. THEY GOT 'EM ALL OVER THE CITY.

SO WHICH GARAGE?

UH... IT WAS, UH, SURROUNDED BY BUILDINGS.

AND, UH, THERE WAS A HOMELESS GUY

RIGHT OUTSIDE WITH A SHOPPING CART

AND SOME RED PLASTIC RIBBONS,

OR--OR--OR MAYBE IT WAS TAPE.

I MEAN, UH, WHERE WAS THIS ONE?

WHICH PARKING GARAGE? WE'RE GONNA NEED AN ADDRESS.

I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN? YOU SAID YOU SAW IT.

I SAW IT, BUT I WASN'T THERE.

(sighs)

I SAW IT WITH MY MIND, ALL RIGHT?

I WOKE UP. I SAW IT HAPPENING.

I FIGURED I SHOULD TELL SOMEBODY.

SO YOU'RE SAYING YOU'RE A PSYCHIC?

I DON'T LOVE THAT WORD, BUT...

YEAH.

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYIN'.

***

(siren wailing)

DO YOU KNOW? READ MY PALM.

YOU'RE KIDDING, RIGHT? I DON'T READ PALMS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

(speaking indistinctly) (Oliver) HE GAVE A PERFECT DESCRIPTION OF THE WITNESS.

SAM, THIS ISN'T IN THE PRESS. NOBODY KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED,

SAVE OUR OFFICERS AND, UH, TWO PROSECUTORS

AND SOME OF THE GUYS IN GUNS AND GANGS.

I THINK MAYBE--MAYBE HE'S ONE OF VINCENT'S GUYS.

YOU KNOW, DISGRUNTLED EMPLOYEE-- WHATEVER, I DON'T KNOW.

DARIUS COSTA. 36 YEARS OLD.

RUNS A BAKERY IN ETOBICOKE. NO CRIMINAL RECORD.

(Jerry) MARRIED? NO.

KIDS? NOPE.

WEIRDO. (scoffs)

WHAT? I'M STRESSED. I DON'T NEED TO MAKE SENSE.

SO WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO? WE'RE GONNA TAKE HIM OUT,

AND WE'RE GONNA DRIVE HIM AROUND... WHAT?

AND WE'RE GONNA SEE WHAT HE KNOWS

AND WE'RE GONNA SEE HOW HE KNOWS IT. JERRY--

WHAT? I'M SCREWED. WH-WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

LOOK, I DON'T CARE IF HE'S MADAME LULU

OR THE WORLD'S DUMBEST INSIDE MAN.

EITHER WAY, HE KNOWS MORE THAN WE DO, SO LET'S--

LET'S FIGURE IT OUT.

(telephones ringing)

I'VE HAD A REALLY LONG DAY, MAN.

(chair wheels roll)

MR. COSTA, WE'RE GOING FOR A RIDE, PLEASE.

GUYS, I ALREADY TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW.

I DON'T WANT TO GET INVOLVED. TOO LATE!

(machine humming)

(pounding on machine)

(machine rattling)

WANT ME TO BLOW IT UP FOR YOU?

HEY.

200 GRAMS OF DET CORD AND A BLASTING CAP,

WE'D BE KNEE-DEEP IN SODA IN NO TIME.

I--HOW YOU DOING?

(both chuckle) I FEEL LIKE I, UH, HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN, UH...

TEN DAYS?

(chuckles)

UH, IT'S OKAY. I-I'VE BEEN BUSY--

THIS TRIAL THING. I'VE HEARD.

(sighs) DOV, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

LIKE, IT MAKES ME... NAUSEOUS,

UH--UH, JUST TALKING IN FRONT OF PEOPLE,

AND EVERYONE STARING, I--

OH, GOD. LOOK. MY MOUTH IS WATERING.

I THINK I'M GONNA BE SICK.

YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE.

(sighs) HEY, AND IF YOU NEED TO,

YOU COULD ALWAYS MIME YOUR TESTIMONY.

OR... DO A LITTLE, UH, INTERPRETIVE DANCE.

YEAH? WHAT DO YOU THINK? NO.

NO? NO.

HEY, UH, DO YOU THINK THAT AFTER WORK,

WE COULD, UH, MAYBE HAVE BREAKFAST

AND HAVE A LITTLE TALK?

UH... Y-YEAH.

OR WE COULD DO IT NOW,

'CAUSE I'M NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO CONCENTRATE

NOW THAT YOU SAID THE WORDS "HAVE A TALK."

(Noelle) OFFICER TRAN. THAT'S GREAT.

UH, LET'S GET YOU TWO SETTLED, GET DOWN TO BUSINESS.

(sighs) (radio chatter)

(indistinct conversations)

(Traci speaking indistinctly)

TRACE.

JUST, UH--JUST GIVE ME A SECOND.

I FOUND THESE ON MY DESK.

IT'S OKAY IF YOU DIDN'T REMEMBER.

THERE'S A LOT GOING ON TODAY.

NO, NO. I, UH... I REMEMBERED.

WHAT CAN I SAY? I'M A SUCKER FOR NOSTALGIA.

(laughing) JERRY!

(cell phone ringtone playing) OOH.

(beeps) JUST--

OKAY, BEFORE YOU LAUNCH IN, I JUST--

YEAH.

(speaks indistinctly)

YEAH.

NO.

LOOK, THAT'S FINE, BUT WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY...

(speaking indistinctly)

WHAT'D YOU GET?

(radio chatter)

WOW. YOU GUYS MUST HAVE SOMETHING REALLY SPECIAL.

SICK!

I'VE ALWAYS WANTED A STAINLESS STEEL HOSKO.

IS THAT A WALNUT HANDLE?

YOU KNOW, THE FIRST PRESENT

THAT JERRY EVER GAVE ME WAS A KNIFE,

SO I GUESS IT'S KIND OF... SWEET.

YEAH, SURE, IF YOU'RE A... BACKWOODS PIONEER WOMAN.

(woman over P.A.) OFFICER PECK, OFFICER DIAZ,

PLEASE REPORT TO RECEPTION.

ALL RIGHT.

OKAY, THAT MUST BE OUR WITNESS. LET'S GO, DIAZ.

UH, ENJOY YOUR ANNIVERSARY SHIV.

(sniffing) (radio chatter)

I GOTTA TELL YOU, IT DOESN'T SMELL SO FRESH BACK HERE.

(sniffs) MAYBE YOU GUYS SHOULD SPEND A SHIFT BACK HERE,

SEE WHAT IT'S LIKE. (sighs)

KIND OF LIKE WHEN YOU SPEND A NIGHT IN YOUR OWN GUEST ROOM.

MAKE SURE IT'S UP TO SCRATCH

BEFORE YOU STICK YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW IN IT.

I DON'T HAVE A MOTHER-IN-LAW.

HEY. WHAT? I DON'T.

YEAH, WELL, YOU MIGHT SOMEDAY.

(horn honking and passing)

YOU'RE RIGHT, McNALLY. MAYBE I WILL SOMEDAY.

THAT'S EXACTLY THE KIND OF RIGOROUS THINKING

THAT'S GOT US OUT HERE TONIGHT

LOOKING FOR IMAGINARY PARKING GARAGES.

HEY, THERE'S ANOTHER ONE.

(radio chatter, brakes screeching)

HEY, UH, DARIUS, HOW DOES THIS ONE LOOK?

UH, I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T-- I DON'T SEE ANY RED RIBBONS.

YEAH, OKAY. (clears throat)

WELL, WHY DON'T I GO AND HAVE A BOO... (seat belt unfastens)

SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING INSIDE? (sighs) (door opens)

I KNOW YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT SAYING IT,

BUT IF I WERE YOU...

SAYING WHAT?

I GET IT. IT MAKES SENSE. YOU'VE BEEN TOGETHER, WHAT,

TWO YEARS NOW?

(smacks lips) NOPE. SORRY. GUESS YOU'RE WRONG.

(radio chatter continues)

WELL, EITHER WAY, HE'S, UH, NOT GONNA SAY IT BACK.

AH, IT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T SAY IT.

IT JUST MEANS YOU GOTTA MODIFY YOUR EXPECTATIONS.

WH-WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

GUY'S WHAT, MID-30s? MM-HMM.

BET HE'S NEVER SAID "I LOVE YOU" IN HIS LIFE.

(radio static) (Swarek) Oh, what a shocker!

Third garage, still no sign of Bobby Love.

I think it might be time to send our psychotic--

I mean, uh, psychic-- home.

(radio static) SAM.

On my way. (radio static)

HE'S NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS. (chuckles)

WHATEVER YOU SAY.

UH, I WALK OUT OF THE STORE, I TURN EAST ON COLLEGE.

AFTER ABOUT 30 SECONDS, I HEAR A BOOM.

I TURN AROUND, THE BAR'S EXPLODED.

THERE--THERE'S FLAMES IN THE WINDOWS,

SMOKE EVERYWHERE. ALL RIGHT, JUST HOLD ON, PROFESSOR STERN.

UH, MARK. OKAY. MARK.

CAN WE JUST SLOW IT DOWN A LITTLE?

YEAH. (slowly) I, UH, S--

SEE FLAMES... AND...

(laughs) SMOKE.

YEAH, HE--HE MEANS YOUR--YOUR STORY.

JUST TAKE YOUR TIME. START FROM THE BEGINNING.

SO YOU'RE IN A CORNER STORE ON COLLEGE.

IT'S, WHAT, 3:00 A.M.?

I-IS THERE ANYONE ELSE IN THE STORE?

NOPE. JUST THE GUY AT THE COUNTER.

SO YOU COME OUTSIDE. IS THERE ANYONE ON THE STREET?

UH, THERE'S SOME KIDS IN... A DOORWAY.

UH, PASS BY A GUY IN A BLACK JACKET ON THE SIDEWALK,

AND I THINK THERE'S A--A WOMAN COLLECTING BOTTLES.

(file clatters) HEY, GUYS, I... (sighs)

I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I SAW.

UH, WHAT WERE YOU DOING ON COLLEGE THAT NIGHT?

MY BOY HAD A FEVER.

I WAS, UH, TRYING TO FIND A STORE THAT SOLD BABY ASPIRIN.

I REALLY FEEL WE'RE MAKING PROGRESS.

I AM GONNA GO AND GET A SODA.

I'M GONNA GRAB SOMETHING AS WELL.

YOU WANT SOMETHING? NO.

ALL RIGHT, JUST SIT TIGHT.

(door closes)

LIAR, LIAR?

PANTS TOTALLY ON FIRE.

WHAT'S THIS ABOUT A MAN IN A BLACK JACKET?

HE NEVER MENTIONED THAT BEFORE.

WHY IS HE LYING TO US?

MAYBE NOW HE'S TELLING THE TRUTH.

SO HOW DO YOU LIKE WORKING IN A BAKERY?

IT'S FINE.

IT'S NICE.

I SPEND THE FIRST TWO HOURS OF EVERY DAY MEASURING THINGS.

IT'S VERY ZEN.

I GUESS IT GIVES YOU A LOT OF TIME TO DREAM STUFF UP, HUH?

IN YOUR OFF HOURS.

THAT'S NOT REALLY HOW IT WORKS.

OH, NO? YOU WANNA TELL US HOW IT WORKS?

YOU WANNA TELL ME WHY I MAKE YOU SO UNCOMFORTABLE?

HEY. THERE'S ONE RIGHT THERE.

LOOK, IT EVEN HAS RED RIBBONS.

AND... A HOMELESS GUY WITH A CART.

(gearshift clicks)

"CLOSED FOR REPAIRS." HOW CONVENIENT.

(radio static) 1519, UH, WE FOUND A PARKING GARAGE

THAT MATCHES OUR WITNESS DESCRIPTION.

IT'S THE ORANGE "G" AT PARK AND 3rd.

SHAW, COLLINS, WHY DON'T YOU GUYS COME DOWN HERE

AND JOIN US FOR A LOOK? (radio static)

(radio chatter)

McNALLY, COLLINS, YOU CHECK THIS FLOOR.

WE'LL HEAD TO P2.

MAYBE HIT P3. MIGHT EVEN GET ALL THE WAY TO P4.

IF YOU SEE ANY GHOSTS, YELL "BOO!"

IF YOU SEE ANY WEREWOLVES...

(radio chatter continues)

(howls)

HE'S--HE'S NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS.

HEY, WH-WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PSYCHIC?

I'M NOT SURE.

I THINK THERE ARE MAYBE PEOPLE OUT THERE

WHO KNOW THINGS WE DON'T-- PEOPLE WITH GIFTS

OR INSIGHTS OR...

I DON'T KNOW.

MAYBE THEY JUST PAY CLOSER ATTENTION TO STUFF. YEAH, MAYBE.

A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO I WAS IN KANDAHAR,

AND THIS BUDDY OF MINE-- GUY I'D KNOWN TWO YEARS--

HE SAID TO ME... (gate rattling)

"I THINK--" NICK. NICK.

(unholsters gun)

(engine rumbling)

(radio static) SAM, WE HAVE A BLACK S.U.V. ENTERING THE GARAGE.

(radio static)

(brakes screech)

POLICE! DON'T MOVE!

(tires screeching)

NICK!

(tires screeching)

YOU OKAY? YEAH. YOU?

(panting) YEAH.

***

(radio chatter)

COME ON, GET OUT.

LOOK! I-I DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE COMING.

I-I FIGURED THEY'D ALREADY BEEN THERE.

ALL RIGHT, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO DO

A HELL OF A LOT BETTER THAN THAT, PAL.

(radio chatter)

YOU OKAY? YEAH. FINE.

IT'S THE CRYSTAL BALL I'M WORRIED ABOUT.

(doors buzz in distance)

(door buzzes and beeps)

DID A LITTLE DIGGING ON DARIUS.

TURNS OUT HE'S MARRIED TO THE MOB.

WELL, NOT HIM. HIS LITTLE SISTER--LISA DELUCA.

HIS SISTER'S MARRIED TO VINNIE DELUCA?

SO HE IS AN INSIDE GUY.

DOESN'T WANT TO TESTIFY AGAINST HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW,

BUT STILL WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE GOES TO PRISON, HUH?

TO TAKE OVER THE BUSINESS OR SOMETHING?

I MEAN, THE GUY DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A RECORD.

YEAH, THE SMARTEST ONES DON'T.

OKAY, BUT HE'S OUR ONLY LINK TO BOBBY LOVE,

AND HE WANTS TO FIND HIM AS MUCH AS WE DO, RIGHT?

(door buzzes and beeps)

(doors buzz in distance)

YOU WANNA TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED BACK THERE?

I ALREADY--I ALREADY TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I SAW.

N-NO. NO, YOU DIDN'T.

YOU KNEW EXACTLY WHO WE WERE LOOKING FOR,

AND I'M PRETTY SURE YOU KNOW WHO TOOK HIM.

HOW WOULD I KNOW THAT? YOUR SISTER--LISA DELUCA.

YOU'RE VINCENT'S BROTHER-IN-LAW. COME ON.

(slaps clipboard on thigh)

EVERYONE KNOWS THAT VINNIE'S GOING ON TRIAL.

HIS FRIENDS CERTAINLY KNOW--

I'M NOT FRIENDS WITH THAT MAN. I DO NOT SPEAK TO THAT MAN.

HOW ABOUT YOUR SISTER?

I HAVEN'T SEEN HER IN THREE YEARS.

EVERYTHING I SAW, I DREAMT, ALL RIGHT?

THE GUY WITH THE TATTOO-- I DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS.

I'VE NEVER SEEN HIM BEFORE. YEAH, I GET IT.

WE'RE GONNA DEAL WITH THAT LATER.

WHAT I WANT TO KNOW--

BOBBY LOVE, OUR WITNESS, THE GUY YOU SAW--

WHERE IS HE RIGHT NOW?

I DON'T KNOW.

YOU NEED, UH, TAROT CARDS?

OR A LOCK OF BOBBY'S HAIR?

SEE, MAYBE A PHONE TO CALL YOUR SISTER.

(taps desk) NO?

OKAY, FINE. WE'RE DONE.

(filtered voice) BOOK HIM ON OBSTRUCTION

AND THROW HIM INTO HOLDING UNTIL WE GET, UH,

LOU DOWN HERE FROM GUNS AND GANGS.

AND THAT... WILL PROBABLY NOT BE TILL TOMORROW MORNING.

ENJOY.

(door buzzes and beeps) (sighs)

YOU LIVE HERE. IS THAT RIGHT?

SO YOU'RE TELLING US THAT YOU WENT TO BUY BABY ASPIRIN

IN A CORNER STORE ON COLLEGE STREET HERE,

18 BLOCKS FROM YOUR HOUSE?

I MEAN, WHY NOT JUST GO TO THE ALL-NIGHT DRUGSTORE

TWO BLOCKS FROM HOME? I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

THE NIGHT OF THE FIREBOMBING,

YOU NEVER MENTIONED ANYONE WITH A BLACK JACKET.

NO, I-I DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS IMPORTANT.

WHY WERE YOU THERE THAT NIGHT?

I TOLD YOU I NEEDED TO GO TO THE STORE.

WHY?

I WAS...

TRYING TO FIND, UH, LITTLE GLASS GINSENG VIALS.

YOU'RE AN ADDICT.

YOU'RE A GINSENG ADDICT?

THE VIALS--

THEY'RE GOOD FOR SMOKING CRACK.

I WAS AN ADDICT. I AM NOT ANYMORE. I'M CLEAN NOW.

(breathes deeply)

LOOK, YOU'RE NOT GONNA PUT THIS IN YOUR REPORT, ARE YOU?

'CAUSE NOBODY KNOWS ABOUT THIS--

NOT MY FRIENDS, MY COLLEAGUES--NO ONE.

I'M CLEAN NOW, I SWEAR.

I DON'T TOUCH THE STUFF ANYMORE--

NONE OF WHICH IS EVEN RELEVANT TO MY WITNESS STATEMENT.

RIGHT NOW YOU ARE EXTREMELY RELEVANT.

IN FACT, YOU MIGHT BE THE BEST CHANCE WE HAVE

OF PUTTING DELUCA AWAY.

YEAH, WELL, WHAT IF I WON'T TESTIFY?

YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE.

(clicks tongue and sighs)

SO, OFFICER TRAN,

IF YOU COULD RUN IT THROUGH ONE MORE TIME

IN YOUR OWN WORDS.

UH, OKAY. UH, TEAM, UM--

TEAM TWO A-ARRIVED ON SCENE.

I WAS TANGO 1.

OR--NO, NO. D-DUKE WAS TANGO 1.

BUT, UM... BUT--BUT WE WERE IN THE SAME CAR, SO-- START AGAIN.

(sighs) OKAY. WE ARRIVED ON SCENE.

MAYBE I SHOULD SAY, "WE ARRIVED AT THE SCENE."

I-I DON'T KNOW. OR WHATEVER.

OR, NO--NO! I SH-SHOULDN'T SAY "WHATEVER," I--

OH! THAT SOUNDS LIKE I DON'T CARE.

OKAY. HERE'S AN IDEA.

LET'S JUST PRETEND THAT YOU ARE IN MY LIVING ROOM.

YOU, UH--YOU CAME BY FOR, UH--FOR DINNER. (exhales sharply)

HOW WAS YOUR DAY?

ROUGH? I CAN TELL. UH, GRAB YOU A BEER?

(sighs and chuckles) I'M FINE.

WHAT'S FOR DINNER?

IT... IS...

TAPAS.

(laughs)

I CAN SEE THAT.

(inhales and exhales)

WHAT'D YOU DO TODAY?

I WENT TO A BOMB CALL AT TEMPO PERSO IN LITTLE ITALY.

OH, YEAH, YEAH. I HEARD THAT ON THE RADIO.

WHAT WAS THE DEAL? OH, SOME MOBBED-UP MORON

THREW AN IMPROVISED INCENDIARY DEVICE

THROUGH THE FRONT WINDOW. YEAH? WHAT WAS IT?

GLASS BOTTLE WITH A WICK.

LAB REPORT SAID IT WAS ISOPROPYL ALCOHOL.

YOU KNOW, WHAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND IS,

HOW DOES A LITTLE BOTTLE OF ALCOHOL

BLOW UP AN ENTIRE RESTAURANT?

OH. WELL, YOU...

FILL A BOTTLE HALFWAY

SO THE OTHER HALF FILLS WITH FUEL VAPORS.

YOU LIGHT THE WICK, TOSS THE BOTTLE.

IN A SUCCESSFUL DEPLOYMENT, THE VAPORS IGNITE,

BOTTLE BREAKS APART, WHICH ADDS OXYGEN TO THE MIX,

AND THAT FUELS THE EXPLOSION AND CREATES

A LARGE FIREBALL IN EXTREME HEAT.

(laughs) OH, MY GOD.

(laughs) WHOO!

SEE? OH, MY GOD!

HMM? MMM! THANK YOU.

YOU'RE GONNA BE GREAT. OHH!

(laughs) (sighs)

(indistinct conversations)

WHAT A NIGHT. (sighs)

MY STAR WITNESS IS MISSING--

PROBABLY DEAD.

MY OTHER WITNESS IS A RECOVERING CRACK ADDICT.

AND I'D BE SURPRISED IF SUE REMEMBERS HER OWN NAME

WHEN SHE GETS UP ON THE STAND.

BUT AT LEAST WE'RE TOGETHER ON OUR ANNIVERSARY.

THAT'S TRUE. THAT IS TRUE.

WHAT'D YOU THINK OF YOUR PRESENT?

I THOUGHT...

IT WAS NEAT.

"N-NEAT"?

JERRY, IT'S A KNIFE.

YOU GOT ME A KNIFE...

AGAIN.

YOU DIDN'T LOOK AT IT, DID YOU?

SURE. IT'S... GREAT.

AND IF YOU EVER CELEBRATE

YOUR 3-YEAR ANNIVERSARY WITH CHRIS,

IT'LL BE THE PERFECT GIFT.

OKAY THEN.

(Traci sighs)

JER--

***

(door buzzes and beeps)

(door closes)

(radio chatter)

WASN'T SURE HOW YOU TOOK IT. THANKS.

BUDDY, YOU GOTTA HAVE A LITTLE FAITH.

IN WHAT? YOURSELF.

YOUR WERE THERE AT THAT GARAGE, RIGHT? YEAH.

YOU PROBABLY SAW MORE THAN YOU THINK YOU DID.

NO. BLACK S.U.V. THAT'S ALL I GOT.

THESE GUYS GOT THE DROP ON ME TWICE TODAY.

I CAN'T EVEN GIVE A DESCRIPTION. THE GUY HELD A GUN TO MY HEAD.

THAT GUY--DO YOU WANNA TALK IT THROUGH?

OKAY.

OKAY, SO...

WHEN THERE'S ONLY DARKNESS, YOU GOTTA FOCUS ON THE LIGHT.

(chuckles)

JUST, UH, SQUINT YOUR EYES. THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAW.

WELL, IT'S-- IT'S DARK DOWN THERE,

AND IT'S DARK UP HERE.

SO WHAT'S IN BETWEEN? EYES, EARS, BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE.

WHAT COLOR ARE THE EYES? BLUE.

NOSE?

AH... NOTHING. I-I CAN'T SEE.

EARS? NOTHING.

NO, UH, EARRINGS OR--

NOT EARRINGS. THERE'S HOLES FOR EARRINGS.

HOW MANY? THREE.

WHICH EAR?

HIS RIGHT.

(crunches)

(door buzzes and beeps)

WE LOOKED INTO ALL OF-- ALL OF THAT.

YEAH. YEAH.

COLLINS. I JUST NEED A SEC.

LOU, I GOT--UH, LOU, I GOTTA CALL YOU BACK.

(cell phone beeps)

BUDDY, WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THESE--EVERY SINGLE ONE.

IT'S HIM, JERRY. THAT'S THE GUY.

(key clicks, monitor beeps) HERE WE GO. TONY RIZZO-MORETTI.

VINCENT'S RIGHT-HAND MAN.

(tapping and beeping continue) ASSAULT, TRAFFICKING, A COUPLE OF D.U.I.s.

AND WHAT DOES HE DRIVE?

BLACK S.U.V. (taps keys)

PLATE AZAA 707.

TWO NAMES. TONY TWO-NAMES. YOU GOT AN ADDRESS?

YES, I DO.

TONY TWO-NAMES, BOBBY LOVE-- THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

ALL RIGHT, BROTHER. IT'S OKAY. WE--WE--WE GOT THIS.

HEY, THERE YOU ARE.

I COULDN'T FIND YOU, SO I JUST PICKED UP A SANDWICH.

UH... WH-WHAT'S THIS?

MY PRESENT FROM JERRY. (door closes)

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS,

AND THE GUY STILL HAS NO IDEA WHO I AM.

TRY NOT TO TAKE THAT AS A BAD SIGN.

(crunches) WHOA.

WHAT?

HOLY CRAP.

HOLY CRAP!

HEY! HELLO! SOMEBODY!

ALL RIGHT! (pounding)

(door buzzes and beeps) I'M GONNA KEEP ON YELLING

UNTIL SOMEBODY COMES IN HERE AND TALKS TO ME!

(kicks object) BUDDY! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?

I KNOW WHERE HE IS. WHO?

THE WITNESS. THE GUY I SAW BEFORE.

THE GUY WITH THE HEART ON HIS ARM.

THERE'S, UH, A BIG SILO NEAR THE WATER.

UH, TWO SILOS. BIG EMPTY PARKING LOT.

DON'T SUPPOSE YOU HAVE AN ADDRESS.

NOT, BUT--

COME ON. PLEASE. YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME.

YOU OF ALL PEOPLE.

BUT--WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ME OF ALL PEOPLE?

YOU KNOW HOW TO BELIEVE WHEN IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.

ODDS SAID IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN FOR YOU,

BUT THEN, BOOM. WAIT, WAIT--

I DON'T LIKE STRANGERS COMMENTING ON MY PERSONAL LIFE.

AND I DON'T LIKE BEING IN HERE.

I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP. PLEASE? LET ME HELP.

(suspension rattling)

GREAT. OKAY. SO TWO SILOS BY THE WATER.

Is there any way to narrow that down?

I CAN'T.

HE CAN'T.

FINE. THEN WE'LL JUST KEEP GOIN'.

YOU KNOW, THIS SHTICK IS NOT THAT IMPRESSIVE.

I'M 38, NO WEDDING BAND.

IT DOESN'T TAKE A PSYCHIC TO FIGURE OUT

THAT THIS PREGNANCY WAS A LITTLE HARD-WON.

JUST SAYING. OKAY.

(suspension rattling)

(beeping, radio chatter)

UH, ANDY?

(radio chatter and static)

WHEN EVERYTHING'S DARK,

YOU GOTTA LOOK BEHIND A DUMPSTER.

(radio chatter) NOELLE, I THINK WE GOT SOMETHING.

McNALLY, WE GOT 'EM.

***

(lowered voice) YEAH, WE'RE JUST GONNA TAKE A LOOK AROUND.

(Noelle) McNally, stay put. I'm calling for backup now.

(cell phone beeps) THIS IS WILLIAMS CALLING ON BEHALF OF 1519.

THEY'RE AT A CEMENT FACTORY SOUTH OF LAKE SHORE,

WEST OF LESLIE.

THEY HAVE FOUND A BLACK S.U.V.,

LICENSE PLATE A-Z-DOUBLE-A 707.

IMMEDIATE BACKUP REQUESTED.

(radio static) (female dispatcher) Copy, Williams.

All available units, Code 1. (radio static)

(Bobby screaming and sobbing)

(Bobby, muffled) AAH! I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!

(Bobby shouting indistinctly)

(indistinct shouting continues)

(Bobby groaning and panting)

AAH! (sobbing)

GOD! I'M TELLING YOU,

I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING MORE TO TELL YOU! (man) SHH, SHH...

OKAY. MOVE YOUR CHANNEL OVER TO T.A.C. (man speaking indistinctly)

KEEP IT LOW. (radio static, beep)

(Bobby) SORRY. (man) NO, IT'S JUST--

OKAY. (man) IT JUST MAKES ME CRAZY.

IT'S SUCH A WASTE OF ENERGY.

SO YOU TOLD THEM ABOUT THE DRUGS.

YOU TOLD THEM ABOUT THE MONEY LAUNDERING.

YOU TOLD THEM ABOUT THE FIRES.

LET ME PUT IT ANOTHER WAY.

IS THERE ANYTHING YOU DIDN'T TELL THEM?

(Bobby panting) BOBBY.

YOU'RE NOT GONNA TESTIFY.

SO JUST TELL ME WHERE I'M AT HERE.

'CAUSE MY LAWYERS ARE GONNA NEED A LOT OF HELP.

VINNIE, THIS FAMILY IS THE ONLY THING THAT EVER MATTERED TO ME.

THEN... WHY DID YOU SELL US OUT TO SAVE YOUR OWN ASS?

BECAUSE YOU WERE KILLING PEOPLE.

OKAY. TONY.

YOU READY?

YEAH. I GOTTA GET HOME. LISA'S GONNA KILL ME.

(gun clicks) POLICE!

DON'T MOVE! SHE SAID DON'T MOVE!

ON YOUR KNEES!

PUT YOUR WEAPON DOWN NOW!

HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! ON YOUR KNEES!

(gun clatters on ground) KICK IT OVER TO ME.

(door closes)

I KNOW HOW YOU FIGURED IT OUT.

PARKING GARAGE, CEMENT FACTORY--

VINNIE OWNS BOTH OF THEM, SO IT MAKES SENSE

HE WOULD TAKE HIM THERE.

(inhales deeply) LET'S ASSUME

YOUR SISTER TOLD YOU THE WHOLE THING,

THE WHOLE PLAN.

WHAT I DON'T GET

IS WHY WOULD SHE BETRAY HER HUSBAND LIKE THAT?

VINNIE'S BEEN KNOCKING HER AROUND SINCE THEY GOT ENGAGED.

THAT GUY GOING TO JAIL IS THE BEST THING

THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN TO HER.

SHE'S NOT GONNA TELL YOU THAT.

SHE'S NOT GONNA TELL ANYONE THAT--

NOT EVEN ME.

SHE CAN'T GET OUT. CAN'T CALL THE COPS.

CAN'T TESTIFY AGAINST HIM. HE'D KILL HER.

SO YOU DID IT FOR YOUR SISTER?

I TOLD YOU WHAT I SAW.

I'M JUST GLAD IT HELPED.

(door buzzes and beeps)

SO... (clears throat)

THE PSYCHIC. (scoffs)

TALKED TO HIS SISTER. MM-HMM.

SHE CONFIRMED SHE HASN'T SPOKEN TO HER BROTHER

IN THREE YEARS.

SHE SAYS SHE CUT TIES WITH THE FAMILY

WHEN SHE MARRIED VINNIE.

WHAT ABOUT TONIGHT?

SHE CLAIMS VINNIE DOESN'T TALK TO HER ABOUT HIS BUSINESS.

AND YOU BELIEVE HER? I DON'T KNOW.

DID YOU ASK HER IF HER BROTHER'S A PSYCHIC?

OH, I ASKED HER. AND?

UH, YOU KNOW WHAT? DON'T TELL ME.

"ALWAYS WAS, ALWAYS HAS BEEN." (chuckles)

HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?

IT'S A PRETTY GOOD PLAN WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT.

YOU KNOW, HUSBAND GOES TO JAIL FOR LIFE.

SHE'S HOME FREE, AND SO'S DARIUS.

NO ONE HAS TO TESTIFY.

THAT IS, UNLESS YOU WANT TO PUT A PSYCHIC ON THE STAND.

I DON'T NEED TO. I GOT BOBBY LOVE.

(radio chatter)

(telephone rings in distance)

(sighs)

UH... (door closes)

GOOD NEWS.

WE FOUND OUR WITNESS.

YOU'RE STILL GONNA HAVE TO TESTIFY,

BUT IT'S GONNA BE SHORT.

ALL RIGHT, THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THAT'S--THAT'S GREAT NEWS.

YEAH, MAYBE. OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE IT AS A SIGN.

A LITTLE GIFT FROM GOD.

GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER.

START WORKING THE PROGRAM AND STOP LYING TO PEOPLE.

WHAT? YOU SAID YOU'RE CLEAN, BUT YOU'RE NOT.

(laughs) SO...

HERE COMES THE SPEECH, RIGHT?

PUT MY FAITH IN A HIGHER POWER,

GIVE MYSELF UP TO THE ILLUSION OF THE GROUP.

SAVE YOUR BREATH, OFFICER. I'M A SCIENTIST.

FINE. THEN LOOK AT THE FACTS. THEY DON'T LIE.

SO YOU GONNA TELL ME YOUR STORY NOW?

YEAH, FINE. I'LL KEEP IT SHORT.

I CAN'T DO COKE AND PLAY FOOTBALL.

YEAH. SURE.

OH, COME ON, MAN. Y-YOU GOT THREE WEEKS,

AND THEN YOU'RE GONNA BE UP ON THAT STAND.

YOU GET CLEAN NOW,

YOUR FAMILY MIGHT NOT EVER EVEN HAVE TO KNOW.

UH, THANK YOU.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONCERN.

(door knob clicks) JUST ONE MEETING.

JUST--JUST ONE MEETING.

YEAH, SURE. FINE.

I PROMISE.

THANK YOU, OFFICER.

(door opens)

YOU GOT THIS. YOU GOT EVERY DETAIL,

EVERY PROTOCOL BURNED INTO YOUR BRAIN.

NOW ALL YOU GOTTA DO... IS TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS.

HMM. (sighs) YEAH. WELL, I'M TRYING...

(chuckles) REALLY HARD.

DOV... (sighs)

CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?

OKAY.

SUE, YOU'RE AMAZING. (sighs)

I MEAN, I-I-I LOVE HANGING OUT WITH YOU.

I LOVE BEING AROUND YOU.

YOU'RE--YOU'RE SMART, YOU'RE FUNNY,

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL-- EVERYTHING.

EVERYTHING ABOUT US IS--IS--IS A PERFECT FIT.

99% OF THIS... (scoffs)

IS RIGHT. I JUST--

(inhales) RIGHT NOW, UH...

I'M--I'M JUST... STUCK, AND...

I DON'T KNOW WHY.

YOU'RE STUCK? (inhales)

YEAH.

(sniffles)

THAT'S, UM...

(papers rustling) A HELL OF A WAY TO DESCRIBE IT.

I MEAN, THAT'S A REALLY TERRIBLE WAY...

(papers clatter) TO DESCRIBE IT.

I KNOW. I'M SORRY.

YOU'RE SORRY FOR WHAT?

THE FACT THAT YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO ME EVERY SINGLE DAY?

OR THE--THE FACT THAT YOU WERE PRETENDING TO CARE... (slams down papers)

ABOUT ME AND--AND US AND THIS-- I WASN'T PRETENDING.

(sighs) YOU WANT ME TO HAVE FAITH? FINE.

I DO. I HAVE FAITH--

THAT I WILL FIND SOMEONE ELSE WHO LOVES ME.

THANKS FOR YOUR HELP, OFFICER.

(door buzzes and beeps)

(indistinct conversations)

SO THAT'S IT? I'M FREE TO GO?

(door closes) FOR NOW.

WE GOT YOUR NUMBER.

THE LAWYERS MIGHT BE IN TOUCH, BUT I THINK

WE'RE PROBABLY GONNA KEEP YOU OUT OF IT.

SO YOU GONNA CALL YOUR SISTER?

NO.

WELL, MAYBE SHE'LL CALL ME.

AFTER THE TRIAL. WHAT ABOUT YOU?

WHAT ABOUT ME?

WELL, ABOUT GETTING YOUR SISTER OUT HERE

TO HELP YOU WITH THE BABY.

YEAH, BUT I'M NOT DUE FOR ANOTHER TWO MONTHS, SO...

OH. WELL, STILL, I'D GET ON IT.

HMM. SHE'S GONNA BE CUTE, BUT, UH,

SHE'S GONNA BE A HANDFUL.

"SHE"? REALLY?

(laughs)

IT WAS LIKE SOME KIND OF CRAZY--

SIR, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. YOU'RE WELCOME.

(under breath) I STILL THINK YOU'RE A FRAUD.

WHAT? WHAT?

OH, NOTHING. I JUST, UH...

I THINK YOU'RE A FRAUD.

OKAY. HERE'S WHAT I THINK.

YOU--YOU'RE NOT GONNA MARRY THAT GUY.

YOU--YOU'RE KINDA HARD TO READ, BUT, UM,

I SUGGEST YOU START TELLING THE TRUTH FOR A CHANGE.

OH, START TELLING THE TRUTH. THAT IS RICH.

AND YOU... NEED TO TELL YOUR WIFE

TO STOP SEEING THE OTHER GUY.

GET YOURSELF BACK HOME. THE KIDS MISS YOU.

GOOD NIGHT, OFFICERS.

(door opens and closes)

GETTING READY TO MEET THE PROSECUTORS?

YEP.

JERRY, I AM SORRY...

ABOUT THE KNIFE.

FINALLY TURNED IT OVER?

I DID.

AND?

I'M OKAY WITH THINGS THE WAY THEY ARE.

I'M NOT JUST OKAY. I'M GREAT. I'M HAPPY.

I LOVE HOW IT IS.

SO... S-SORRY. THAT'S A "NO"?

NO. I--

NO, NO, IT'S NOT A "NO."

IT'S JUST I NEVER REALLY WANTED TO GET MARRIED--EVER.

(clattering)

YOU KNOW? I DON'T LIKE THE STATS.

FOUR OUT OF TEN MARRIAGES END IN DIVORCE.

YOU KNOW, AND I DON'T LOVE THE VOWS--

YOU KNOW, "LOVE, HONOR, OBEY." I'VE NEVER--

I'VE NEVER OBEYED ANYONE IN MY LIFE.

TRACI, YOU DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED,

WE DON'T HAVE TO GET MARRIED.

***

HERE'S THE THING.

ALL I DO ALL DAY IS ANALYZE FACTS.

I FOCUS ON THE PROOF

AND I ASSUME THAT EVERYONE I'M DEALING WITH IS LYING.

YOU KNOW? BUT... YOU AND ME?

IT'S NOT LIKE THAT.

YEAH, YOU AND ME, IT'S ABOUT--

IT'S ABOUT WAKING UP IN THE MORNING.

YOU KNOW, I SEE YOU CURLED UP NEXT TO ME,

AND I THINK TO MYSELF, "HOW DID I GET HERE?

I MEAN, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?"

TRACE, I GET THAT YOU'RE SCARED.

I MEAN, WE--WE HAVE NO IDEA IF THIS IS FOREVER.

BUT SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA--

YOU JUST GOTTA BELIEVE IN THE UNBELIEVABLE.

I-I GUESS--I GUESS I THINK THAT'S THE POINT.

***

UM...

SO...

IN THE WORDS OF MY FAVORITE BAND...

(laughing) UM...

YOU'RE ABOUT TO QUOTE COLDPLAY?

NO, I--

IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU DON'T HAVE FAITH,

'CAUSE I GOT ENOUGH FOR BOTH OF US.

OKAY THEN. (exhales and laughs)

WHAT?

LET'S DO IT. LET'S GET MARRIED.

YES? YOU'RE--YOU'RE SAYING YES?

YES.

(man) * REMEMBER THE WAITIN' *

* FOR OUR FIRST KISS *

MMM!

* SHIVERED AND TANGLED * (tapping rhythmically)

* AND NOTHING LIKE THIS *

HEY, YOU COMING?

(keys rattling)

I HAVE YOUR EXTRA SET OF KEYS.

SORRY. I'VE BEEN MEANING TO GIVE 'EM BACK.

NO, I--YOU MIGHT AS WELL HANG ON TO 'EM.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT GUY SAID TO OLIVER IN THERE,

BUT HE, UH...

HE'S STORMING AROUND LIKE SOMEBODY KICKED HIS DOG.

I MEAN, I KNOW HE DOESN'T HAVE A DOG, BUT, UH, YOU KNOW.

I LOVE YOU. WHAT?

(laughs) I DO. I LOVE YOU.

THERE. I SAID IT. IT'S OUT THERE.

NOW I CAN STOP WORRYING ABOUT IT

COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH AT A REALLY WEIRD TIME.

YOU MEAN LIKE NOW?

LOOK, YOU DON'T--YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY IT BACK.

OKAY? I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'VE NEVER SAID IT BEFORE,

AND I DON'T CARE IF YOU NEVER SAY IT.

THIS IS HOW I FEEL, AND... SO THERE.

I'M SAYING IT. (sighs)

***

WANT ME TO SAY IT AGAIN?

START THE TRUCK.

(laughs) 'CAUSE I WILL, YOU KNOW?

(starts engine) I MEAN, NOW THAT I'VE POPPED THE OLD CORK,

LET THE GENIE OUT OF THE BOTTLE,

I MEAN, I'M GONNA SAY IT ALL THE TIME. McNALLY, JUST DRIVE.

(laughs)

***