Original subtitles

[tape clicking, whirring]

- [garbled speech] - [static hissing]

Lucas: Honest in thought and deed

both in my personal and professional life.

I will be exemplary in obeying the law

and the regulations of my department.

[high-pitched squealing]

[wind whooshing]

[device beeping]

♪ ["How Bizarre" by OMC plays] ♪

[birds chirping]

♪ How bizarre ♪

♪ Brother Pele's in the back Sweet Zina's in the front ♪

♪ Cruising down the freeway In the hot, hot sun ♪

♪ Suddenly, red-blue lights Flash us from behind ♪

♪ Loud voice booming, "Please Step out onto the line"♪

♪ Pele preaches Words of comfort ♪

♪ Zina just hides her eyes ♪

- ♪ Policeman taps his shades ♪ - [tape clicks, whirs]

♪ "Is that a Chevy '69?" How bizarre ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

- ♪ It's making me crazy ♪ - ♪ It's making me crazy ♪

- ♪ Every time I look around ♪ - ♪ Look around ♪

- ♪ Every time I look around ♪ - ♪ Every time I look around ♪

- ♪ Every time I look around ♪ - [song concludes]

- [door creaking] - [children laughing]

[soft dramatic music playing]

[crowd laughing]

- Christian: Wait. - [tense music playing]

- Ron: Police! - What did I do?

Ron: Do you have any weapons on you?

Get against the wall. Put your hands back, palms up.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

- [breathes heavily] - [high-pitched squealing]

[water splashing]

- [breathes heavily] - [music concludes]

[high-pitched squealing]

[breathes heavily]

- [groans] - [suspenseful music playing]

One, two, three, one. One, two, three, one.

One, two, three, one. One, two, three, one.

One, two, three, one. One, two, three, one.

One, two, three, one. One, two, three, one.

One, two, three, one. One, two, three, one.

One, two, three, one. One, two, three, one.

[music concludes]

- [bangs on window] - Lucas! [giggles]

Woman: All right, say, "Happy New Year, Lucas."

- Hey! - Woman: Go, tell him.

- Hey, guys. - Charli: Happy New Year, Lucas!

Oh, snowball fight! Oh!

Hey. So, I heard Aunt Marie has some lemon cookies in...

Paul: Hey!

Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?

Paulie Jr.: I'm talking to you.

Charli, Charli. Hey, look at me.

Paul: Oh, yeah? I'll break your fucking jaw.

- [giggles] - Paulie Jr.: Hit me!

Paul: Next time, you little punk.

You're a punk wise guy!

- You don't talk to me that way. - Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

That's the way your mother talks.

- Stop. Hey. Stop. - I'm your father!

You show me some respect.

- You fucking pansy! - Hey, come on. Stop!

Hey! What do you think you're doing? Enough!

- Paulie Jr.: I'm done. - Paul: Oh, he's done.

I'm done with all youse.

- Hey. Whoa. - Marie: Hey. Hey. Hey.

- Paul: He's done. He's done. - Marie: All right.

- Paulie, get back here. - [car engine starting]

Ben: What a way to end the year, huh?

Marie: You know, I asked you for one night.

- Good to see you. - Yeah, you too.

- Marie: One without fighting. - Paul: Well, I'm sorry, Marie.

- What do you want me to say? - Hey, Ma.

- Hey, Uncle Paul. - Sorry.

Marie: All right. Look, it's freezing.

Why don't we all just get inside?

And, Lucas, we have to start the lentil soup.

- It's better when it sits. - Paul: Yeah.

- Marie: We gotta get going. - Yeah, I'll be right there.

Just a second. [breathes heavily]

Ben: Uncle Paul, if you're going in. Thank you.

- [breathes heavily] - What?

Well, I lost something, I had a letter, an envelope?

- Ben: You sure? - Lucas: Yes.

I... I just had it in my pocket. Okay?

- [high-pitched squealing] - Ron: Eighty-seven, 88, 89, 90,

91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99!

Lucas: So, once you get back to the office,

you gotta fill out a report like this.

How do we get 'em to expose themselves?

Ron: We have a rule on this detail,

one question equals 20 mountain climbers.

- Brennan, want to answer? - So, that would be a question.

Yeah, this guy I just directed with my eyes and a nod.

A nod helps.

You just gotta be careful not to say anything.

He knows. No words and no entering the stall.

Will this guy take the plea or fight the charges?

That's three questions. That's 60 mountain climbers.

Uh, he'd have to appear in court with a lawyer

to fight the indecent-exposure charge,

which no one has done.

- Why doesn't anyone do that? - Eighty.

- So, they have a clear record. - Ron: Holy shit.

He'd have to appear in court.

Most of these guys have families.

This way, they just get a fine. Or if the judge is harsh...

- Ron: Which this one isn't. - ...then he'd have to register

as an offender, but even that he could keep as a secret.

Ron: If you don't have it in you,

you could stick to patrol.

Jeff: No, man, I can, uh...

- yeah, I can do this. - Ron: Attaboy.

Don't worry. Officer Brennan will stay on the detail

until you're comfortable.

[dramatic music playing]

Eighty-five, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90,

91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100!

All right. Yes!

- [pants] - We got squats, bud.

- [high-pitched squealing] - [grunts]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

You assholes don't know how good you have it.

You can eat whatever you want, work out for 20 minutes,

- and still look like that. - [indistinct chatter]

Ron: I get one side of fries, and I'm fucked.

Officer Brennan's been seeing fewer and fewer arrests, sir.

Sollars: Why is that?

Ron: Well, I've been on the detail a while, sir,

so I'm a... I'm a familiar face.

I'd like to put someone different in there.

Someone more...

Sollars: Desirable? [chuckling]

Yes, sir.

We've been training a good-looking rookie.

Officer Goldrick.

He did his training a little later.

Not much younger than Brennan here,

but a bit better-looking.

Trying out a new face to see if we'll get more traction.

Well, the crowd we're dealing with

probably does like 'em on the younger side,

wouldn't you say?

Yes, sir.

Sollars: Let's just see how the rest of the week shakes out

and report back.

Nothing new, we'll put the rookie on.

and I got some ideas to shake it up.

Ron: Thank you, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

[pop music playing]

[inaudible]

[song fades]

[dramatic music playing]

[music concludes]

[calm music playing]

[pager beeping]

[music fades]

[he sighs]

[coin clatters]

[dial tone ringing]

- Marie: Hello. - Hey, Ma.

I... I'm at work. Is everything okay?

Marie: Well, you don't have to call me right away.

I just wanna know if Emily's coming over

- for dinner next week. - What?

Ma, I said, only page me in emergencies.

Marie: This is an emergency.

Look, uh, I'm working, okay, Ma? I love you.

- Is Dad okay? - Marie: Yes. Dad is okay.

- He's sleeping. - Okay. All right.

I'll swing by after work. I love you.

Marie: I love you, too.

[breathes heavily]

[door opening]

[door closing]

[Andrew whistling]

[whistling stops]

- [vent bangs] - [air hisses]

[breathes heavily]

[gentle music playing]

How are you?

No? Okay.

[lock clicks]

- I'm sorry. - [shushes]

Okay.

[both chuckle]

[grunts] It's stuck.

- [breathes heavily] - [high-pitched squealing]

- [suspenseful music playing] - [static crackling]

[music concludes]

- What? - [static crackling]

[breathes heavily]

[indistinct chatter]

[Lucas breathes heavily]

Andrew: Hey. Hey.

I think you dropped this.

Oh.

- What did that guy give you? - I just dropped something.

He gave it back to me.

- [lively music playing] - Don't worry about it.

[insects chirping]

[music concludes]

- [scratch card scraping] - Mm. [blows air]

- Nothing. - Marie: [clicks tongue] Oh.

I think dad's coming down with a cold again or something.

I don't know how he got it. I clean every day.

- How long has he been sleeping? - Oh, just a few hours.

He went outside again. Did he tell you that?

Yeah. He said he wanted to feed the birds.

Birds. Yeah. [chuckles softly]

My mother told me not to marry Irish.

I should have listened.

[telephone ringing]

Your uncle is driving me crazy. Hello?

Paulie, don't yell at me. I'm trying to help you.

No, it's... Gus is sick again and I'm losing my mind.

No. You're not gonna stay in somebody's attic.

and give him some company. [speaking indistinctly]

[somber music playing]

[birds chirping]

Gus: Yo, Lukey. Lucas, look at me. [laughs]

Marie: How's it going, daydreamer?

Is Uncle Paul stressing you out again?

Watch it. He's my brother.

You only ever light up a smoke when he calls.

- It's not good for you. - [music concludes]

But he's just gonna be here for a few nights.

What, he's staying here?

Just last week it was, "I'm done with him.

- I'm done with him." - All right.

- Let me worry about it. - Ma.

He's my brother! I can't let him sleep out on the street,

even if it would teach him a lesson.

If I find out that you cheat on your wife...

And he's always starting shit. It's like,

if it stresses you out, it's stressful for us too.

It's not good for you. It's not good for dad.

- [breathes deeply] - [Marie humming]

[song playing over headphones]

- Marie: Come on! - Ma, I'm...

- No one dances with me anymore. - Ma, I'm serious.

[song continues over headphones]

- I can't even hear it. - All right, here.

- I can't hear it. - [radio clicks]

- ♪ Dum, dum, dum-i-do-dum ♪ - ♪ Bi-do-bi-dum ♪

♪ Dum, dum, dum-i-do-dum ♪

[chuckles]

- ♪ Dum, dum, dum-i-do-dum ♪ - ♪ Bi-do-bi-dum ♪

- ♪ Dum, dum, dum-i-do-dum ♪ - [exclaims, laughs]

♪ Don't make me wait too long It's here where you belong ♪

What is this? [laughs]

♪ Don't keep me hanging on Come on back ♪

- ♪ And dry these tears ♪ - [both laughing]

♪ Baby, please don't leave me Leave me screaming ♪

♪ I'm just dreaming ♪

Marie: Your dad loves this song.

♪ Every day Dreaming my life away ♪

♪ Just waiting Hoping and praying ♪

[song concludes]

[receiver clatters]

[keypad clacking]

- [dial tone ringing] - [breathes heavily]

[gasps]

[breathes heavily]

Ben: Dude, Lucas, your letter's not out here.

[sighs]

Let's just go inside. I want a drink.

[car approaching]

- [car door opening] - Jessie: Hey!

Is this Paulie Terasio's house?

It's Marie Brennan's house, but Paul's inside.

- That's what I meant. - Damn.

Jessie: Who wants Jell-O shots?

- [sniffles] - [car door closing]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, if that letter shows up, would you mind giving it to me?

It has "Gus" on the front.

- It's your dad's? - Uh, yeah.

Oh, hey. Would you mind taking your shoes off here?

- Uh, I can take this. - Okay.

- Okay. - Thank you.

Hey. Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year. - Hi.

- Nonna: Oh, Lucas! - Nonna.

- Nonna: Sweetheart! - Sorry.

Happy New Year.

Nonna: Happy New Year, my angel. How are you doing?

- Are you doing okay? - I'm doing okay.

- You all right? - Yeah, okay. I am.

- We'll talk later. - Lucas: Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- Lucas: Hi. - Oh, hi!

Hi. I, uh, just met Jessie outside.

- Oh. - She brought Jell-O shots.

What are we supposed to do with that?

- I don't know. - Hey.

- Hi. - Oh, hi.

- Hi. - Jessie.

Uh, I'm Marie. I'm Paulie's sister.

- Jessie: Jessie. - Oh, hi!

- [Paul imitating horn] - Nice to meet you.

- Paul: Oh, who's this lady? - Jessie: He's so obnoxious.

- Marie: No, that's cute. - I'm Jessie.

- Marie: Hi. - Hi.

Did you meet Marie?

- Yes, we just said hi. - Paul: Marie.

You meet Trish? This is Trish. But don't trust her

because look at her boobs, they're not even real.

Shut the fuck up, Paulie.

He's such a prick. Ah! [chuckles]

Paul: Piece of ass coming through!

Jessie: Put me down! Put me down!

- Marie: Did she just call him a "prick"? - Trish: Yeah.

Hey, can you take those things out now.

You can put 'em right here.

- Lucas, do you wanna do this? - Yeah.

Marie: Look, if you don't wanna do it, I'll do it.

'cause we're running out of time.

No, wait. Ma, Ma, Ma. I'm happy to do it.

Okay. The vegetables,

the carrots are all cleaned in the fridge,

and then I don't know what I did with the onion.

Okay.

- Trish: What are we cooking? - Marie: Uh, lentil soup.

- Ugh! [gagging] - No. It's, uh, Gus' recipe.

Here. I know, Aunt Trish.

I... I don't love it, either, but Dad always said

that if we all gag at midnight,

- then it's good luck, so... - [chuckles] Yeah.

Uh, I probably can't even make it like he did.

Oh, nobody can. But you like a challenge.

Hey. It's okay.

Hey, Ma, we can just make it next year.

No. No. I wanna do it. We have to do it.

He would be so mad if we didn't do it.

Hey. How about Paulie's little thing there, huh?

Oh, my God. I thought it was Lucas' new girlfriend.

- [laughs] - [laughs mockingly] What?

Trish: We're talking about you.

- Oh, yeah? - Trish: Yeah.

Where did you find her, Paulie?

Uh, I chased a school bus of children,

and then she stepped out. It was love at first sight.

You know, none of your business, Trish.

You know, you don't know what it's like living with Deb.

Yeah, we do. It's all you talk about.

Living with Deb was like... It was like living in a prison.

But then again, living with any woman

is like living in a prison, right, Lucas?

I wanna thank you for letting me use your... your old bedroom

'cause I don't know if I would have been able

to make it on that couch with my back.

- Hey, where's Em these days? - She's flying international.

You know, it's a good thing that that didn't happen.

[laughs] I mean, God. Marriage is a... is a trap, man.

- Trish: Ugh. - Paul: What?

It is a trap. I mean, Em is great.

I... I love Em. But marriage material?

Flight attendants are not marriage material.

You know what I mean?

Marie: All right. Get lost, Paulie. I think your girlfriend

needs help forming sentences in there.

Paul: Oh, God, that hurt.

Trish: Don't listen to him, Lukey.

- Seriously, though, how is she? - [somber music playing]

It was so nice seeing her at the services.

Uh, Aunt Trish, we, uh...

we kind of... we kind of split up, actually.

For good.

[indistinct whispers]

[sad orchestral music playing]

- Hi. - Hi.

Emily: I'm sorry I wasn't there.

- Lucas: What? - I'm sorry I wasn't there.

It's okay.

He knew.

He knew. You know?

Would you... would you stand here with me?

Thank you.

Ron: I'm so sorry for your loss.

Marie: Thanks.

- We're all here for you, okay? - Thank you, Sarge.

I'm so sorry.

♪ ["Fountain of Youth" by Emily Well's Plays] ♪

♪ Racked my brain Boy, was it loud ♪

♪ The clouds spoke to me ♪

- ♪ And we all grew down ♪ - [indistinct chatter]

♪ Our roots took hold Of the cracks in the ground ♪

- ♪ And the sidewalks ♪ - Gus: Hey, Lukey.

- ♪ Rose up to greet me ♪ - Gus: Lucas, look at me.

[laughs]

♪ Hello, hello ♪

- Gus: Who do you love? - Daddy!

[door opening]

- [keys jangle, clatter] - [song concludes]

[water running]

[tap clatters]

Thank you.

I'm good, you know? You don't have to stay.

Thank you for coming.

I loved your dad.

I gotta get back to mom's anyway.

[breathing heavily]

- [door closing] - [object clattering]

[Lucas sniffling, breathing heavily]

[exhales deeply]

[sobbing]

[sniffles]

Emily: I'll stay.

I'll stay. I'll sleep on the couch.

What's the point?

I just mean, it's not like you haven't seen me naked.

You can just stay in the bed. You bought it.

- [telephone ringing] - [sighs]

[ringing continues]

You wanna get that?

[ringing continues]

- I want you to stay, Em. - [ringing continues]

- [answering machine clicks] - Emily: [over voicemail] Hi.

We can't get to the phone right now. Leave a message.

- Go, go. - Lucas: [over voicemail] Have a good day.

- [chuckles] - [answering machine beeps]

Andrew: [over phone] Uh, hello? I got a call from this number,

and I'm returning the call. [chuckles] Have a good day.

[answering machine clicks]

- What was that? - Sounded like a wrong number.

I'll leave it.

- You're doing that thing. - What?

You're scratching.

What's wrong?

Lucas.

You remember that stuff we talked about?

- Before I left? - Yeah, when I was...

- Yeah. - ...I was mad and I said...

I don't know.

Did you tell anyone?

That you thought you might like guys, too?

What about... what about your sister? Did you tell her?

- Emily: Lucas. - Just tell me you told her.

Emily: I didn't. I told you. I...

I thought, I might like girls, too, but I don't.

I thought, I... I... I don't know.

- It was just a... - What?

A phase?

Right?

[high-pitched squealing]

- [upbeat rock music playing] - [indistinct chatter]

- [dial tone ringing] - [receiver clatters]

[paper rustling]

[telephone ringing]

- [breathes heavily] - [receiver clatters]

Hello?

Andrew: Hello.

Hi.

Um, we met at the mall a few weeks ago.

You probably don't even remember. It's, um...

Andrew: Thought you'd never call back.

- What's your name? - Um...

Gus.

I'm free, uh, on Thursday if you wanna...

Andrew: You like old movies?

I guess.

Andrew: Can you swing midday?

[car door opens]

[zipper hisses]

Lucas: Uh, one, please.

It started a bit ago.

- Lucas: I know. - Two dollars.

[money rustles]

Lucas: Oh. Thanks.

[soft jazz music playing]

[indistinct movie chatter]

[horn honking]

Man: Should we go?

[dog barking]

Woman: Go where?

[streetcar clattering]

Man: You ask a lot of questions.

Just say yes.

You have to stand closer...

[both laughing]

[soft jazz music continues]

[bell tolling]

[audience applauding]

[door opens]

Woman: Oh. See? Oh. That man there on the bench.

Man: He's not hurting anyone.

Woman: Neither are we.

[up-tempo music plays]

Woman: ♪ Wake up, wake up You sleepyhead ♪

♪ Get up, get up Get out of bed ♪

♪ Cheer up, cheer up The sun is red ♪

♪ Live, love, laugh And be happy ♪

♪ What if I were blue? ♪

♪ Now I'm walking through Fields of flowers ♪

♪ Rain may glisten ♪

♪ But I still listen For hours and hours ♪

♪ I'm just a kid again Doing what I did again ♪

♪ Singing a song... ♪

[high-pitched squealing]

[jazz music plays]

[indistinct movie chatter]

[door creaks]

[door closes]

What do you want to do?

Whatever you want.

- You're very handsome. - [chuckles]

Thank you.

You too.

[sighs]

Are you okay?

Lucas: Yeah.

Andrew: Have you done this before?

[chuckles]

[clears throat] We don't have to do anything.

We can just talk.

[high-pitched squealing]

[metal clanging]

[door opens]

[whispers] Hurry, hurry, hurry.

- [pants] - [indistinct movie chatter]

Andrew: Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Quick, quick, quick. Come here. [shushes]

- All right. - [Lucas pants]

- Come on. Wait. - Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come here.

Come here. Stop.

- [breathes deeply] - [sighs]

[chuckles] This is not a good spot.

- No, it's not. [chuckles] - [chuckles]

Know someplace else?

Not in my apartment. Nosy neighbors.

So, no one knows?

No. Not really.

Would they care?

Your family? Your parents?

It's just my mom.

Uh-oh. Daddy issues.

No. Um...

No, he, uh... He died.

- I am so sorry. That was wrong. - It's okay.

- I didn't think that was... - You didn't know. It's okay.

All right. Sorry.

But she would care.

My mom.

She really wants grandkids.

Would yours care?

[clicks tongue]

Yeah, I wouldn't tell my parents if they were alive.

Uh...

I mean, more and more, people seem open to the idea.

Yeah? Where? Mars?

- Yeah. [chuckles] - [chuckles]

No, it's just... My one buddy at work.

He was in the army, and a guy he served with

got discharged just for being...

- whatever. - Yeah.

Just say it.

- [door opens] - [audience laughing]

Um... [sighs]

For liking guys or whatever.

And he served in the Gulf War.

You know, they don't even care.

It's like, they say don't ask, don't tell, but people tell.

Andrew: Yeah. Can I touch you?

Blink once for no, twice for yes.

- Yes. - [chuckles]

[soft music playing]

[both breathing heavily]

[Lucas gulps]

[sighs] The movie's gonna let out.

They won't find us.

Do you do this a lot?

Uh, not really.

- What? - No. I don't know.

It doesn't usually feel like this.

[audience laughing, chattering]

What's your name?

[breathes deeply]

Andrew.

- Andrew. - Mm-hmm.

Let's go somewhere else, Andrew.

I can't. I can't today. I'm sorry.

Next week.

- Okay. - Yeah? Next week?

Yeah.

How does, uh...

- 4:00 on Tuesday sound? - [groans]

- 4:00 on Tuesday sounds good. - Yeah? Good.

- How are you in the cold? - Good.

The snow?

That depends. Are you... You trying to murder me?

[laughs]

- You're funny. - [chuckles]

Do you, uh, do you know the nature trail in Beeville?

You do?

All right.

Here's the lake. Park on the east side.

Not here. Here by the power lines.

I'm sorry. Where?

Park on the east side, not...

- Smart-ass. - [chuckles]

Listen, I don't meet with guys more than once.

So, I want to make sure we can keep this between us.

- Yup. - Yeah?

And make sure you wear your boots.

And layers. Whoo. Lots of layers.

- [dramatic music playing] - All right.

All right.

- [projector whirring] - Sollars: All right. Listen up.

When I was a rookie,

another newbie detained a young man

who brutally murdered two little girls.

[clears throat] He smashed their skulls

and threw their bodies in a nearby river.

When asked why he did it,

the suspect said it was because the girls denied him oral sex...

a sexual act he learned from men

in this bathroom beneath the park.

The public was outraged and demanded answers.

Our department went to the belly of the problem.

The goal was simple. Find and prosecute the perverts.

They learned that this particular bathroom,

like the mall, was a hot spot for homosexual behavior.

[pensive music playing]

Shooting a video through a one-way mirror

during that time made it tricky.

[music concludes]

The film isn't as good as our VHS cameras today.

It's dark, but...

you will see how they caught and identified these guys.

- [switch clicks] - [projector whirs]

[eerie music playing]

[indistinct whispers]

[projector whirring stops]

[soft music playing]

- [switch clicks] - [music concludes]

Sollars: It was helpful to show the rookies

the geography of the space,

and it gave us visuals for evidence.

It worked then, and it can work now,

especially with this equipment.

But filming in a place that one believes

- to be is private - Sollars: No, no, no, no, no.

We can't film in the urinals and the stalls.

And I wouldn't want to see that stuff anyway.

Film the sinks. Aim the camera there.

I need visual confirmation of these men's faces.

Prosecution's getting harder and harder.

Harris, man the camera in the janitor's closet.

Goldrick, I want you down on the ground.

Brennan, I want you down there with him.

Just keep showing him the ropes.

It'll be better with the two of youse out there.

Harris, you've set up surveillance

- behind a one-way before? - Ron: Yes, sir.

Sollars: All right. Show 'em how it's done.

All right.

[camera thuds]

[objects clattering]

[camera whirrs]

Ron: All right. Let's run it.

Okay, Brennan, you're the target.

Go to the main door.

And, Goldrick, you go to the first sink.

Brennan, you're gonna walk in to the middle sink.

Okay. Go.

Where do you want me to go?

Ron: Yeah. Goldrick, open up to him.

- Brennan, go closer to him. - Huh?

Ron: Go closer to him!

- [Lucas sighs] - Ron: Closer.

That's it.

And, Goldrick, remember this spot.

We get a good look at the target.

- Ron, come on. Let's go. - Ron: No. Walk to the urinal.

And walk to this mirror like you're gonna grab a towel.

- We good? - Ron: Can you see me?

No.

- Good? - Ron: Hmm...

[birds chirping]

Andrew: The owners only check the plants

in the mornings. [sighs]

Lucas: You know we're breaking all kinds of rules.

And laws.

Andrew: Are you okay with that?

[birds chirping]

[upbeat music playing]

[door closes]

[breathes deeply]

You bring guys here a lot?

[clicks tongue] Uh...

No.

You're a really bad liar.

- [smooches] - [smooches]

[soft music playing]

- [groans] - [groans]

- Wait, wait. - Andrew: What?

No one will come.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

- I'm sure. - Okay.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah. [smooches]

[labored breathing]

Andrew: [groans] Mm. Mm.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

[Lucas breathing heavily]

[birds chirping]

[Andrew groans]

[pager beeping]

- [Andrew moaning] - [Lucas moaning]

- Andrew: All right. Yeah. - [pants]

Andrew: Oh, my God. [groans]

Andrew: Oh, God. Mm.

[pants]

Andrew: Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Come here.

Oh, my G...

Where did you come from?

Syracuse.

- [chuckles] - [chuckles]

- [smooches] - [smooches]

- All right. All right. - Uh...

What do you... What do you want me to do?

Uh, sorry. Put your, uh... Put your legs... legs up here.

- Yeah? - You Got that.

- All right, there we go. Good. - [Lucas pants]

Andrew: All right. All right. Here we go.

[moaning]

Yeah. Yeah.

- [breathes heavily] - [breathes heavily]

- [moans] - [moans]

- [laughs] - Yeah.

- [pager beeping] - Oh, I'm sorry.

Lucas: What?

Andrew: Uh, it's my wife. Work stuff.

What do you do?

Uh, just...

Administrator.

Like in a school?

Uh, yeah. Kinda.

- Huh. - You?

I'm a... I'm a c... I'm a police officer.

Oh.

- But you don't have to worry. - Oh, I won't.

A man in uniform.

- Mm. - [chuckles]

- Mm! [chuckles] - [chuckles]

Come here. [sighs]

Lucas: Yeah, my, uh... My grandpa was a lieutenant.

I spent a lot of time with him growing up.

He was a big influence.

Hmm.

What?

You're just... All of this...

[chuckles]

God, I wish we could do this someplace else.

Lucas: What, like in a bed? Gravel doesn't do it for you?

[chuckles] No.

Yeah. One day.

[soft music playing]

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

- With you? - Well...

Huh.

San Francisco.

Is that safe?

Yeah.

You can't get AIDS just by visiting San Francisco.

Just always use protection, okay?

Look at me. I'm serious.

I am serious.

Is this hard for you?

Doing this and keeping it a secret from your wife?

Hmm.

I mean, sometimes.

Mostly it's okay. Sometimes...

Sometimes I worry she might know.

Other people might know.

My town's really small.

You hear stuff.

You get to see people's, uh...

feelings.

- Hmm. - Andrew: What about you?

You got somebody?

I did. We broke it off. Yeah.

Andrew: Does she know?

Hmm. Do you still love her?

Hmm, yeah.

Yeah, just not as good as I could, you know?

So, when are we going to San Francisco?

Well, I'm already there. Aren't you?

[sentimental music playing]

- [pager beeping] - [high-pitched squealing]

[indistinct chatter]

Paul: ...sold that dresser for 3,000 dollars.

Nonna: Paulie, I swear to God, may I drop dead tomorrow.

- guest: Oh, my God. - Nonna: I sold it for 3,000 dollars.

Paul: You're a crock full of shit, Ma!

Nonna: I did, Paulie!

Paulie Jr.: I believe you, Nonna.

- Nonna: Mm-hmm. - Paul: You all good? Lucas?

- Lucas! - Huh?

- Paul: You good? - Yeah.

- Well, you look like shit, man. - [sighs]

Paul: You gotta... you gotta introduce

somebody new to my... my nephew here.

I mean, look at him. Look at that face.

- He's so cute, right? - [chuckles]

You took the words right out of my mouth.

Well, he's new... Well, he's newly single.

Jessie: Okay, so, what's your type?

- Who are you into? - I don't really have a type.

Just nice, I guess.

- "Nice." - Nonna: Emily Grinati.

- I told you. - Lucas: Told her what?

The Grinatis are no good.

Nonna doesn't think that anyone's

good enough for her grandsons.

Whoa. Wait. Emily Grinati?

Like Kathy Grinati's little sister?

Kathy Grinati's, like, my best friend.

We went to Bishop Grimes together.

[guests chuckle]

Wait. You're Em's ex?

Marie: Why did you have to say anything?

Huh.

[pager beeping]

All right. I gotta go.

I thought I had more time. It's my fault. [grunts]

When can I see you again?

Uh, I'm not sure. I, uh... [clicks tongue]

- I don't know. - [soft music playing]

- Don't look at me like that. - Lucas: Like what?

Andrew: Like we know everything about each other.

Lucas: Well, I don't know you. But I'd like to.

Andrew: That's not how this works.

[pager beeping]

Nonna: You just need to be patient.

The right girl will come.

No sense rushing into things.

- So, what did she say? - Jessie: Huh?

Paul: What did she say...

- Jessie: Nothing. - ...about my nephew?

- Ugh! Nothing. - What'd she say?

- She said he's bad in bed? - Jessie: Hey!

All right. New topic.

You don't have to be disgusting, Paulie.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ["Remind Me to Remember" by Emily Wells playing] ♪

- He's just trying to be funny. - I know.

[water splashing]

No. It's okay. I'm watching it.

♪ I serve ♪

♪ Myself ♪

♪ I am a humble servant ♪

[Lucas moans]

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Because I can be better ♪

♪ Better than that ♪

♪ I can be better ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I can be ♪

♪ Throw yourself Throw yourself in the water ♪

♪ If you want to get cold ♪

♪ Throw yourself Throw yourself in the water ♪

♪ If you want to burn to death ♪

[Lucas grunts]

♪ Throw yourself Throw yourself to the ground ♪

♪ If you really want To get wet ♪

- ♪ Don't look at me ♪ - [Lucas grunts]

♪ Don't look at me yet ♪

♪ 'Cause I can be better ♪

♪ Better than that ♪

- ♪ I can be better ♪ - [both moaning]

- [Lucas grunts] - ♪ Better than that ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Don't look at me yet ♪

Yeah. Yes. Yes.

- [labored breathing] - [labored breathing]

- You all right? Huh? - Yeah.

[both breathing heavily]

[sobs, pants]

[indistinct chatter]

- [Lucas gasping] - ♪ 'Cause I can be louder ♪

♪ Louder than that ♪

♪ I can be louder ♪

Andrew: Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Don't look at me yet ♪

[both breathing heavily]

- [moans] - [grunts]

[groans]

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Don't look at me yet ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Don't look at me yet ♪

One, two, three, one. One, two, three, one.

- ♪ Don't look at me ♪ - One, two, three, one.

Lucas: One, two, three, one.

One, two, three, one.

One, two, three, one. One, two, three, one.

One, two, three, one. One, two, three, one.

One, two, three, one.

- [moans] - [moans]

Andrew: Hey. Listen.

I can't meet with people more than a couple of times.

Okay.

We can wait a while, and then I can page you.

Andrew: I really need to go. I'm sorry.

But, hey, this has been really fun.

- Be careful, okay? - Yeah.

- [Andrew sighs] - [engine revs]

♪ Yeah, I can be louder ♪

♪ Louder than that ♪

♪ I can be louder ♪

♪ Yeah, I can be louder ♪

♪ Louder than that ♪

♪ Don't look at me Don't look at me yet ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Don't look at me yet ♪

- [song concludes] - [mild tempo music playing]

[dial tone ringing]

[Lucas sighs]

- [telephone ringing] - [dial tone ringing]

[receiver clatters]

[dial tone ringing]

[dial tone beeping]

[dial tone ringing]

[receiver clatters]

[dial tone ringing]

[dial tone ringing]

[operator] The number you have reached is not in service.

[soft music playing]

[high-pitched squealing]

[static crackling]

[tense music playing]

[music concludes]

- Hey. What are you doing? - Lucas: Hey.

[door closes]

- Ron: What are you doing? - Uh, I...

I can't hear anything.

What frequency you on?

- We're both on one. - You sure?

- Yes, I'm sure. - Uh...

You got other batteries?

Are you serious? You gotta check this shit before.

[equipment clattering]

Ron: Oh, shit.

[door closes]

Andrew: Christ.

[whispers] This is the only one I have left.

Give me that. Hold that. Jesus.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- [device clicks] - Ron: Here. Here.

Take that. Here.

They're in there.

What are you doing? Get out the way.

Get out of the way.

- [vent bangs] - [air hisses]

[high-pitched squealing]

[squealing continues]

[pants]

[squealing continues]

I need you in there to make the arrest.

[camera whirring]

[water trickling]

- [camera clatters] - Ron: Got him.

- [suspenseful music playing] - [equipment thudding]

When he leaves, you follow.

Okay. Go.

- What are you waiting for? - Get off me.

- Get out there. Get out there. - Lucas: Don't touch me, Ron.

- Do your fucking job. - Get off me.

[Ron grunts]

- Police! Freeze! Freeze! - [suspect] What's happening?

Get against the wall! Against the wall!

- Show me your hands. - [suspect] For what? Come on.

- You're under arrest. - [suspect] For what?

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

- in a court of law. - Lock 'em!

I'm trying. You have the right to an attorney.

- Lock' em! - I'm trying!

[handcuffs click]

[high-pitched squealing]

[birds chirping]

[music concludes]

Sollars: Harris tells me you're having a tough time.

[chair creaking]

Sollars: With your dad and all.

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Sollars: Well, we all have our moments.

And we need to be here to support each other.

You should feel supported.

We got him, though. The suspect.

All good there. He's booked.

The rookie ended up being better than I thought.

So, we're gonna keep him on the detail.

It's too much for you.

Until we can get you back up on your feet again

and, you know, in the right headspace,

I'm gonna be putting you on leave.

Not long.

Just until you can get your head on straight.

- [clears throat] - Ron: Thank you, sir.

No.

I don't... I don't wanna go on leave, sir.

I'm done.

[high-pitched squealing]

[garbled] Okay, sir... [continues indistinctly]

Eighty-seven, 88, 89, 90, 91...

- [door creaks open] - Paul: Come on. Come on.

- Marie: I just... - Paul: Have a seat there, okay.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm sorry.

[engine rumbling]

[keys jangle]

[door closes]

- Andrew: Good to see you. - visitor: Good to see you.

Andrew: So, this is very exciting.

We can open this up. There you go. Okay?

Okay.

- So... - [footsteps thudding]

[Andrew speaking indistinctly]

And it's same on this side because, uh,

Yes, I'm a little worried about that.

But, anyway, we have it.

- John: All right, good. Thanks. - Andrew: Great.

[door creaks]

[organ playing]

- [door slams] - [music concludes]

[footsteps approaching]

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

[footsteps thud]

[birds chirping]

- John. - John: Hmm?

Um, I left some papers in my car.

- Could you pick those up? - John: Oh, certainly.

Andrew: Thanks. Appreciate it.

[organ continues playing]

[organ continues playing in distance]

Lucas: Andrew?

I didn't know you were a priest.

Yeah? Well, I'm not a priest.

I'm a reverend.

And a husband. And a dad. I have kids.

How did you find me?

I ran your plates through our system.

- You took down my plates? - But I didn't tell anyone.

I didn't do anything.

- Andrew: Okay, stop. - I can't tell anyone.

- Stop. - Lucas: Andrew, I'm going crazy.

- I can't do anything. - Andrew: You need to listen to me.

- I can't... - You need to listen to me,

okay?

Us being together won't make your anxiety go away.

Trust me.

- It always comes back. - [sighs]

[sighs] Look.

You're gonna be lonely for a few months.

- [sighs] - [whispers] But it'll pass.

And you'll meet someone else. And you may feel lonely again,

but that feeling won't last as long.

Look at me. Weeks.

Maybe even days.

But you'll be okay.

We can meet at my house.

I don't care anymore.

I don't care.

- We can go to my place. - No, I can't.

1107 Buckley Street. Apartment 4.

I can't. I can't.

- Four... - I can't be here with you.

Lucas: But I thought... The greenhouse.

You felt the same thing.

Right? [breathes heavily]

We wanted sex. That's all it was supposed to be.

- No. - [glass clinks]

[door creaks, closes]

Andrew: [sighs] This is insane.

My dad was the reverend here.

I spent my whole life ashamed...

ashamed that I was different, but I'm okay.

I'm okay knowing sometimes I have to sneak off

and do things in secret.

But you...

You think you can just track me down?

Track me down in my home?

And we'll run off together, yeah?

And then what? Huh?

Sign a contract?

- [chuckles] Buy a house? - Lucas: I can't hide anymore.

- I can't hide anymore. - [smooches]

- Please, let go. - No. Please.

- Come on. Gus, Gus, Gus, Gus. - [whimpers]

Andrew: Gus, let... Let go. Let go.

Okay?

[high-pitched squealing]

- [knocks on door] - Andrew's wife: Andrew?

- Andrew: Yes. Hang on. - [whispers] I'm sorry.

[sobs softly] Get out.

Get. Out.

Please.

[soft music playing]

- Andrew: How's it going? - Andrew's wife: Hey.

[indistinct chatter]

- [telephone ringing] - [music concludes]

[telephone ringing]

- [answering machine clicks] - Emily: [over voicemail] Hi.

We can't get to the phone right now. Leave a message.

- Go, go. - Lucas: Have a good day.

- [Emily chuckles] - [answering machine beeps]

Emily: [over phone] Hey.

I don't know if today still works for you,

but, um, I'm running a little late.

So I...

- Lucas: Hello? - Emily: Hi.

- Lucas: Hi. - Emily: Did you just wake up?

Lucas: What's up?

Emily: Um, I'm outside on the payphone.

Lucas: Oh. You got your key?

- Emily: Yeah, but I... - Lucas: Okay. Just come in.

Come in.

[footsteps receding]

[lock clicking]

- Hey! - Lucas: Hey. Come in.

- Hey. - Wow.

[chuckles] I haven't seen you in a uniform in a while.

- It's new. - Yeah.

You look nice.

Thank you.

[Emily sighs]

Where you gonna go?

- Don't say your Mom's. - My Mom's. Yeah. [chuckles]

- It's not gonna be permanent. - No?

No.

So, I have some news.

Lucas: Okay.

I'm flying international starting in January.

- No way. - Emily: Yeah.

- Em. - I know. [chuckles]

- Lucas: Japan? - I hope.

Yeah. I don't know what my assignment will be,

but I'd be based in New York...

for now, so...

You know, I'll probably have an apartment that's this big.

[chuckling] So... but, yeah, I'm finally doing it.

- It's finally happening. - Lucas: Yeah.

But I do have to go, 'cause I'm still doing these sucky

- Charlotte flights, so... - Yeah, right. Yeah.

Emily: Um, I put the key in the envelope there,

and I gave you some cash for the security deposit, so...

- Thank you. - Emily: Yeah.

- You should come visit... - I met someone.

- You met someone? - I would love to come visit.

[chuckles]

Who?

Is it a guy?

Have you told your mom yet?

That's okay.

- That's okay. [chuckles] - [Lucas breathes heavily]

You know, if you ever need to get out of here,

- you call me. - [chuckles]

Emily: I mean, it's New York. We'd have a hell of a time.

- [chuckles] - Lucas: Yeah. Right. Thank you.

I love you.

[door opens]

Lucas, what you're feeling is okay.

You have feelings for someone.

You gotta just let yourself have those feelings.

[overlapping chatter]

...I would gladly go to Italy with you.

Hey. Have you guys seen my mom?

She just went upstairs.

- But we could go to England. - We could go...

Paul: I am sorry, Marie.

I know you're upset. I'm upset, too.

But there's nothing you,

me, or anyone else can do to change...

- Hey. What's wrong? - It's not your fault.

- I got it. - No. Tell me what's wrong.

- I got it. - Marie: Leave us alone, Paulie.

[object clatters]

[floor creaking]

Ma?

- This party sucks. [chuckles] - [Lucas chuckles]

No.

- No. - [sobbing]

Hey. Come on. It's okay.

- It's okay. - [sniffles] I'm sorry.

[sighs] Oh, God.

What... wh... Why are you sorry?

[sobbing] He loved you so much.

I know.

He loved us.

He loved you.

Were you ever...

embarrassed by us?

By our family?

Dad?

No.

Why?

Did you know?

Know what?

About this man who...

wrote letters to your father.

A man named Andrew?

Where did you get that?

- Marie: Where did you find it? - No. Where did you find it?

Marie: Your uncle. He said that you dropped it.

- Where did you find it? - So, why didn't he give it to me then?

Were you trying to, um, find the guy in this letter?

No.

No, Ma. I didn't even read the letter.

Was it already open?

Did Uncle Paul read it?

[indistinct chatter in distance]

- [alarm beeps] - Marie: Oh, shit.

The soup.

[pensive music playing]

[Gus chuckles]

- Gus: Who do you love? - Daddy!

Gus: I love you, too.

[guests cheering, chattering]

Dude, whoa! Sorry about that.

[breathing heavily]

- [high-pitched squealing] - One...

- two... - [distorted static]

- ...three. - [squealing continues]

[guest] Whoa, man!

[overlapping chatter]

- Hey. - Hey.

- How's it going, bud? - Good.

Could you, uh, put that on the table?

You saw the letter?

[bottle thuds]

It ain't right.

But you're gonna be okay. Okay?

It's Gus.

What?

Paul: Listen.

That man always had something up his sleeve.

I mean, I've always known.

I'm sure you must have known, right?

I mean, he was always a little sentimental, you know?

[chuckles softly]

Paul: Come on. Let's go. We're gonna miss the countdown.

So you always knew?

- [clears throat] - Paul: Yeah. Yeah.

- Because he was... he was... - Paul: I always knew.

'Cause he was too sentimental?

Yeah, he was too friendly. He was too soft.

But you know what? You can always tell

when a man who smiles like that all the time,

that they're hiding something, like a used-car salesman.

And your poor mother,

I would fucking strangle him if he was here right now.

Because this will ruin her.

- [sighs] - [pan clatters]

You think this'll ruin her faster than you?

What?

You think this'll ruin her faster than you will?

- [pan scrapes] - What are you talking about?

I mean, Uncle Paul, you are a leech.

You leeched off my dad.

And now you leech off Mom. You use her.

Why are you talking to me this way?

Your own son can't even stand you.

Hey, don't you run your mouth off at me

because you didn't have a good example.

I'm a leech? I'm a... I'm a better man

than your fucking pansy-ass father was.

I asked my sister for help

when I was going through a divorce

'cause that's what a real man does.

He doesn't run behind his wife's back with another dude.

That's what he did to your mother, not me.

When I die, no one's gonna say that I was a fag

and I ran around with a second life.

You're lucky he didn't give her AIDS.

You wanna know how I knew?

Hey. You wanna know how I knew?

It was the way he looked at me.

You ever run your mouth at me like that again, right,

I will knock your fucking brains out.

All right? You are not your father.

[guests counting] Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five...

four, three, two, one!

[muffled] Happy New Year!

[high-pitched squealing]

[screams]

- [sentimental music playing] - Andrew: Dear Gus,

or whatever your name is...

the day you visited my church reminded me of a time

when I thought my secret would kill me.

Through my family, I found a way to carry on.

And I don't want my kids to know a world without me.

I wanna teach them everything I know.

I want them to live truthfully.

[inaudible scream]

Andrew: I'm glad I met you. It's difficult to be angry

when I see that you struggle in hiding, too.

But I need you to know that it's not too late for you.

I hope you can free yourself of the shame.

Maybe one day I'll be in San Francisco.

And maybe you'll find your San Francisco, too.

- [glass shatters] - [all gasp]

Andrew: Until then.

Andrew.

[breathing heavily]

[dogs barking in distance]

It...

It's not Dad's letter.

It's mine.

[sighs]

♪ ["My San Francisco" by Emily Wells plays] ♪

♪ I'm going to look for ♪

♪ Don't know Where I'll find it ♪

♪ I'm finding the future ♪

♪ And when I do get there ♪

♪ I wonder who's waiting To welcome me home ♪

♪ It feels kind of funny To hold on to right now ♪

♪ When something Inside of me glows ♪

♪ You turned on the light Now I can't pretend ♪

♪ I don't see You looking at me ♪

♪ I'll see you In my San Francisco ♪

♪ I'll see you in my ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ And I'll see you In my San Francisco ♪

♪ I'll see you in my ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ And I'll see you In my San Francisco ♪

♪ I'll see you in my ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ And I'll see you In my San Francisco ♪

♪ I'll see you in my ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

[song concludes]

[upbeat music playing]

[music concludes]