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We have reports of shots fired,

residence, between North Highland

and Rosewood Avenue.

Arrived at residence.

Multiple units on the ground.

Suspect reported to be on foot

heading toward Melrose Avenue.

Armed and dangerous.

Everybody on the ground!

Now!

Damn it.

"Gallery 86 is now one month behind on payment.

If payment is not remitted by blah, blah, blah..."

Declined, declined, declined, declined.

Stop behaving like a child.

What are you doing?

We're minutes away from opening.

No, what are you doing?

We put everything we had into this gallery.

You said it was doing well.

Where's the fucking money?

It's the economy.

Have you been living under a rock?

- Bullshit. - It's true.

I need you to promise me something.

What?

That I wasn't wrong to trust you.

Cross my heart.

This exhibit better bring in some money.

Everything is gonna be...

okay.

You are gonna be okay.

Just keep breathing.

Okay.

This was a bad idea.

You can do this.

I can do this.

You know what?

I am so glad I finally found time

to swing by and see you.

Yeah, I'm really glad!

It's nice to have you over for dinner finally,

- after all these years. - Too long.

It has been too long.

Madeline, I'm home.

Oh!

I'm so glad you're home early tonight, honey!

Hey!

This is Dallas, he's visiting from Indiana.

- Remember I told you? - Great to meet you, man.

- Hey. - Madeline's told me

- so much about you. - Glad you're finally meeting!

Have a seat, babe!

So how was your day?

Oh, you know how it is.

Four clogged toilets, three slowly draining sinks,

and one leaky faucet.

Well, Travis is the best plumber in the area.

- They only trust his work. - Oh, cool.

Wine? Oh, no, I think you're good.

I'm good, yeah.

Madeline told me you served Iraq, Afghanistan.

So Dallas is in town visiting his cousin for a few days,

and I invited him to come over and have dinner.

It's been forever since we've seen each other.

We went to the same high school back in Marion

and our parents are actually longtime friends.

Yeah.

What do you do?

Oh.

I'm a software engineer.

Sounds boring.

Oh, yeah, it is, it is,

but you know, it pays the mortgage, so...

That's fair.

You want some chicken?

Mm, yeah.

Salad, too. Can't quite reach.

Dallas, could you pass the salad?

Thanks.

- Didn't mean to startle you. - No, it's all right.

- You look great. - Thank you, likewise.

- Bubbly? - Thank you.

To you, my dear.

To our friendship.

Mm, I have been dying to get the artist's tour.

Oh, well, I would love to give it to you.

So this one was at a crazy music festival,

and this one just really caught the vibe,

but you know what?

Let me just show you my favorite.

Okay, so this one was in Thailand five years ago,

the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen.

Okay, now, back up with me, just a little bit.

- Do you see the change? - The colors just come together.

- Exactly. - What about this one?

St. John's Church, Byblos, Lebanon.

Nadia Morcos's images...

...altogether express the dichotomy of time.

Let me tell you a bit about this collection.

Yeah, I'd love to hear that!

They were taken in Paris in 2000.

Don't you love the architecture on these buildings?

And this is outside the Cafe Balzac.

Are you getting all this or am I...

do I need to back it up?

I've been doing this for 10 years.

I've followed your work in the past.

You've been quite consistent!

- Thank you. - Oh, hi, Bill.

And quite eclectic.

Excuse me.

So, who is this artist?

She's from Lebanon.

It's her first exhibit

following a recent career change.

- She was an... - ER nurse.

Couldn't handle the stress anymore.

Nadia, this is Bill from The Los Angeles Review...

- Nice to meet you, Bill. - ...and Cathy

from Blueprint Arts.

Very nice to meet you.

You three get acquainted.

I have guests to schmooze.

Pardon me.

And your name is Handsome?

- Ross. - Ross.

So what does Ross do?

- Collect. - Collect.

Anything in particular?

Anything I particularly like.

Nice!

Follow me.

To Nadia and the start of a brilliant career.

To you, Craig, for your continuous support

and for constantly nagging me

to hold my first exhibit.

I had no choice, darling.

Your photographs speak to the beauty of life

better than any poem.

I just had to have them.

But please, don't take my word for it.

Peruse, ponder,

and purchase.

Your work has lots of blossoms and blooms.

Is there some kind of underscore?

Yes, actually, rebirth and new beginnings.

A fresh start for my body, mind, and spirit.

So your work reflects personal experience then.

Absolutely. Growing up in war-torn Lebanon

and then later immigrating to the States.

How long ago?

Gosh, like 20 years ago?

And have you always wanted to be a photographer?

For as long as I can remember.

I used to cut photographs from magazines

when I was a kid.

Anything that spoke to what I was feeling in the moment.

And then I used to hide them in my pencil drawer.

And this is your first exhibit?

- Yes. - Your job is not

to judge the artist, but the art.

I'm getting to know the artist first.

Her bio is on these walls!

There, there!

- What else do you need? - What's your problem, Bill?

I don't have a problem, Cath,

because fortunately, you don't work for me.

Because you can't afford me.

Colleagues. We really love each other.

- So tell me more about this. - Sure.

So this I took in Paris, actually.

It was one of my favorite photos.

- This is great, honey. - Good, I'm glad you like it.

- What do you think? - It's really good.

- Good, good. - You're a good cook.

It's not my mom's cooking, but...

Really good.

All right, I gotta ask.

You got any crazy stories from over there?

No.

- Okay. - Travis doesn't like

to talk about the war.

Oh.

I get it.

Okay.

Not bad, huh?

I like that one.

Do you know where I could find a Mr. Beaumont?

Look at all these photos.

Different places!

I want to go there.

I'd even take a job like yours to make it happen.

You mean this?

At least you get to be outside moving around,

not stuck between walls like me.

I can do more than this.

But I've also got rent to pay, you know?

How are those?

So-so.

I'm hypoglycemic.

You keep those, I'll get my own.

You're not wearing a ring.

Not anymore.

So why is a handsome guy like you still on the loose?

I don't believe in marriage.

- Didn't work for me. - Can't agree with you more.

Personally, I'd never put my future

in someone else's hands.

Interesting way to put it!

Let me get you some wine.

Thanks, but...

I've had my last drink.

Ah, clean and sober.

No, just sober.

Women, very complex and incredibly hormonal.

Is that what it is?

Men, so much easier.

I like this piece.

You, my dear, have a fabulous taste.

This is part of a larger collection.

But let me show you the rest.

I like to think of them as, well,

a dealmaker.

Here, follow me.

You know, I will say

I feel like we gave those people their freedom,

and they owe us big, you know?

What do they owe you?

Well, we liberated them.

Liberated them from what?

Liberated them from what?

All their leaders?

I mean, their leaders to start,

but then they had all those little groups,

and I felt like we kinda liberated them

from those groups, too.

What do you know about it, huh?

No, really, tell me, what do you know?

Because, from where I'm standing,

I think you were just sitting comfortably behind a computer

in Marion, Indiana.

You know, I watch the news, and I just feel like

we should have let them ride their camels

like they ride their wives, you know?

Baby, please.

You're sitting at my table.

You're eating my food, drinking my wine,

and you're gonna be disrespectful

in front of my wife?

I was just trying to make conversation.

Okay?

Babe.

Let's just enjoy our dinner.

I do feel like we gave them too much

and we sacrificed too much for nothing back in return.

Dallas.

I'm not gonna sit here and say I don't.

They didn't deserve all that we sacrificed for them.

I will stand by that.

What did you sacrifice for them?

Get the fuck off me!

No, please, both of you, stop!

What the fuck do you know?

You've got a fucking temper, man.

- Yeah? - Oh, my God.

Get out of my house or I'll fucking kill you.

Baby, please.

You're really gonna kill me?

Travis, please stop!

Travis, please stop!

Oh! Oh, my God!

Travis!

Travis, call an ambulance!

- Travis! - Shit!

She demands your attention.

Absolutely.

I'm gonna look at her bio.

Great, I'll catch up with you later.

- You got him on the hook? - Working on him.

Listen, I wanted to apologize about earlier.

I know things are difficult and I'm on you all the time...

It's that fiery passion that drew me to you.

I'm just worried about our finances, that's all.

I know, I know.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Actually, yes, it's a bit warm in here.

Would you mind putting my jacket in the office?

Absolutely.

Nadia Morcos's images hang proudly at Gallery 86,

all at once capturing the frailty of life

as well as its beauty.

Seemingly inconsequential moments

transformed into expressions of life, love,

and the connection of all things.

You sound as though the photographer

has made you a fan of her work.

Ah, yes.

Habit.

As I get older, my short-term memory

is not what it once was.

Time has a way of erasing things.

Perhaps occasionally for the best.

Have you met the artist?

I haven't had the pleasure yet.

But it would seem our history precedes us.

What do you think?

- I think she's talented. - Very.

- We need to talk. - In a moment.

- Now. - I'm sorry, Bill,

will you excuse me for one moment?

- Sure. - Excuse me.

This better be good.

Is this where all the money's going?

Not now.

I told you I can't be with a user.

You know my only brother OD'd.

- It's just tonight. - Bullshit!

And you promised me.

I'm sorry I believed you.

Don't worry, there's gonna be some more buyers.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

So we're now featuring up-and-coming artists.

They're looking at you.

Yeah, I'm not a fan of that one.

Right this way.

Oh, you know, better I meet the artist first.

Absolutely.

Bill, can I have a word with you, please?

You work is very impressive.

It seems inspired by life's experiences.

Well, that's unavoidable.

Oh, excuse me.

Ah.

Sorry, I have to respond to an event for tomorrow.

She's pretty.

Your wife?

Was my wife.

Your work is so expressive,

and this one, this one,

there's a striking aspect of loneliness.

- Loneliness? - Yeah.

There's life in every single one of my pieces.

Yeah, like this one.

It's like an empty house longing to be inhabitated,

perhaps suggesting there's something missing

in your life.

Well, there's nothing missing tonight.

Except buyers.

Do you feel lonely?

I might.

If more people don't show up.

Guess who's being featured in The Los Angeles Review!

- You, my dear! - Really?

- That's great! - Excuse me, bro.

- I've got, um... - Hold that thought

for five minutes.

Be right back!

Hi, let me introduce myself.

My name's Avi Dahan.

I'm your neighbor.

Neigh... oh, you live on Fairfax!

No, I'm from Israel.

Oh, those neighbors.

The ones that invaded my country.

- I didn't invade your country. - Oh, no?

You just left that up to your countrymen?

Everybody on the ground!

Now!

Get on the ground!

My legs... I can't move my legs.

I said get on the ground!

Why didn't you?

Listen, everybody just do what I say

and no one gets hurt.

Whose phone is that?

- Whose phone? - It's mine, it's mine!

Turn it off.

You know what, just give it to me.

- Give it to me. - Okay, all right, take it.

Okay.

You know what, everybody take out their phones,

wallets, and purses, slide them to me.

Do it now, slide 'em!

Take 'em out, phones, wallets, purses, come on!

Give me your phone, give me your phone!

- Come on! - There, there, there!

Okay, over here.

You got a phone?

You?

Anybody else?

- Is anybody back there? - No, no.

Is anybody back there?

No, no!

All right, no funny business.

Don't try anything stupid, okay?

Is this it?

Anybody else?

Phones, wallets! Anything else!

Okay.

All right.

What do you want?

- Shut up! - Okay.

Keep your head down and shut the fuck up, okay?

We don't have money.

I mean, we have a few bucks here and there.

If you look in the top left drawer in the office,

- it's just... - I have money.

I've got 43 bucks in the wallet...

in the green purse...

Shut up!

You know what, everyone over here.

Pretty boy, let's go, come on!

- That way. - Okay.

Quick, everybody!

Over there, come on.

A little faster, come on.

Come on.

Let me see your hands.

Hands!

In the white, hands, okay.

What's in your hand?

- Hands? - Hands.

What's in your hand? In the white!

All right, we're good.

Are you good?

Everybody stay down.

And just shut up.

All right, nobody do anything stupid.

Okay? All good?

You will serve just like your grandfather and I served.

This is your duty!

Dad, you know I don't believe in that language of violence.

Don't start again with that peace and love crap.

I'm not joining the IDF.

I'm not killing people for land.

Your duty is to preserve your identity,

your heritage!

How?

By erasing others' identities and heritages?

You are beginning to sound very American.

You sent me there to get the best education.

Isn't that what you wanted?

You will join the IDF, just like all of us.

I won't have blood on my hands like you.

Then go back to America!

Everybody just stay down

and shut the fuck up.

Okay?

I don't want to hurt anybody, okay?

I just shot a man,

and I don't want to shoot anyone else,

so don't... don't push me.

Please, just...

Don't talk to him.

You should listen to your friend.

He's got his senses back.

He's not my friend.

No?

Hey? Look at me.

Look at me!

Look at me.

Is she your woman?

- Not in a million years. - Absolutely not.

You jumped to protect her.

I saw it.

I saw it.

It was a reflex.

It looked like more than a reflex to me.

No, that was a reflex.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Did he cheat on you?

Fuck!

Fuck!

Those sons of bitches are fast.

Be quiet. Please, Craig.

Craig, please.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry for lying to you.

Be quiet. You're gonna get us killed.

I love you, I really do.

Craig, please.

- Now is not the time. - It might be the last time.

- You think so? - I don't know,

but I'm glad I'm here with you.

I'm glad I'm here with you.

Shut the fuck up!

What are you laughing at, huh, faggot?

Something funny?

Everything's fine.

Stay where you're at.

Stay down.

This is the Los Angeles Police Department.

My name Mike Gallagher.

The gallery is completely surrounded.

Just talk to us.

We're here to help.

What's your name?

I'm not telling you my fucking name.

We had reports that gunshots were fired.

Is anyone hurt?

Nobody's hurt.

Good, good.

So how can I help?

I don't want your fucking help.

Fucking cops.

I mean, am I right?

Who really likes cops, am I right?

I don't.

Of course you don't.

They kill Black guys every day.

What's your name, huh?

Dwayne.

Dwayne.

What do you do, Dwayne, huh?

Do you deliver?

I wasn't even supposed to be here.

I'm just covering for a coworker who's sick.

This isn't even my area of delivery.

That sucks.

Please, stop that noise.

You mean this noise?

Steven?

It's not working, Dad.

The doctor said there'd be good days and bad days.

Steven, did you stop taking your meds again?

Steven, you've got to keep taking your meds.

Tomorrow, we'll tell the doctor to adjust the dosage

when we see him.

Listen to me.

Steven?

I'm sorry, Dad.

No!

Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not to temptation

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom and the power

and the glory forever. Amen.

What's your name?

Fiona.

You scared of dying, Fiona?

I'm scared of dying.

I'm scared of living.

I've never left California.

I'm scared of dying, too.

When I served in Afghanistan...

...and Iraq.

I'm betting five in.

Just gonna randomly throw that king in?

Is that what you're gonna do? I got you, man.

We're under attack!

Grab your shit, get the fuck out now!

- Let's go! - Go, go, go, go!

I saw death

almost every day.

For two years.

Who told you to move?

She's all right.

- Right? - Mhm.

See?

She's all right.

Mr. Big Shot.

Have you ever been in the war?

Huh?

Have you ever sacrificed everything

for your country?

See, I thought you hadn't.

Oh, no, I know you, man.

You're the kind of guy

who's always had everything handed to him.

I work hard for everything I had.

You have no idea what my life has been like.

Nothing was handed to me.

But it was all taken away.

She's going after everything you've got

'cause of this goddamn prenup.

She can have it all.

- I don't care anymore. - She gets the house,

the cars, the stocks, everything.

Not everything.

Oh, yes, that's right.

Apparently you stood strong on your art collection.

That's right.

How much is that worth?

$200,000, right?

Why are you doing this, Ross?

If you let her have what she's asking for,

you're going to have nothing left.

Nothing of value.

I already lost everything that mattered.

You should fight this.

She's the one who cheated on you.

I'm done fighting.

She's fallen for someone else, and that's it.

I want to end my marriage.

And you're gonna reward her by giving her everything

that you've worked hard for.

I can always get new things.

Work harder, make more money.

None of that matters to me.

But I can't live in a house filled with things

that remind me of her.

You have no idea what my life has been like.

I worked hard for everything I had.

But it was all taken back.

How about you shut the fuck up?

Before I put a bullet in your skull

and make it look a little more interesting.

Understood?

Fuck.

This guy's a lunatic.

He needs to be stopped.

Are you crazy?

Fuck.

You want to play hero

and get all of us killed with you.

Have a better plan?

Yeah. I want to stay alive like everyone else.

Oh, that sounds good.

How are you gonna do that, exactly?

By keeping quiet.

Perhaps you should do the same.

Hey!

You two crazy lovers

can't spend a minute

not talking to one another, can you?

Can you?

Is that what's goin' on?

No.

Hey!

What are you doin'?

Are you writing coded messages to them or somethin'?

- Who? - You know who.

- The cops! - No, no, no, no, I swear.

I'm only writing to calm myself down.

I have panic attacks.

The hell is this?

Grab snacks.

He looks hungry.

Walking back to us.

Looked unsettled and scared.

Two underlines, huh?

How's your anxiety?

Worse.

I can't sleep at night,

and I can't concentrate during the day.

How's the frequency of your

elevated heart rate?

Only when I'm stressed, which is all the time now.

I started a new position.

The pay is better, but the workload is heavier

and more stressful.

I think I need something stronger.

You're taking the maximum dose.

I can't give you anymore medication,

but we could try something else.

- Like what? - There are a myriad

of coping mechanisms.

Writing can be helpful.

Writing?

That's what I do at work all day,

writing reviews.

I don't see how writing more is supposed to help me.

In patients with a high level of anxiety,

writing everything that comes to mind

has been proven to be extremely helpful.

Like a journal?

Not exactly,

just everything and anything that goes through your mind,

whether it be about you or others.

Writing helps you stay focused

and calm.

You really think it can help me?

I do.

I'm going to refill your

prescription for Xanax...

...and I'll see you in a month.

Try to do things that help you relax.

Actually, tomorrow I'm covering a photo exhibit.

It should be fun!

May I please have it back?

Please?

You want it back?

Please!

This?

Please!

Write this down.

- Fucking write it now! - Yes.

- Travis is a hero... - Travis is a hero...

- ...a marine... - ...a marine...

...who served his country

with the utmost courage.

With the utmost...

- Courage. - ...courage.

You gotta be kidding me.

Stop fucking calling!

Shots fired.

Okay, look, just listen to me for a second.

Hello?

Please, please don't kill me!

Please don't kill me!

I'm sorry, I didn't...

I didn't mean to shoot you.

Keep pressure on it, okay?

Are you a doctor?

I was a nurse.

Do you want me to check that?

This?

No, no, no, it's not my blood.

Look, stop calling!

Let me send in some paramedics if anyone's hurt, okay?

No cops, just paramedics.

We don't need any paramedics.

Well, then what do you need?

I need to think,

so just stop calling

'cause I can't fucking think

when you're calling

all the time!

I have also seen death many times.

I understand how you feel.

What the fuck are you talking ' about?

We're a lot alike.

You have no idea

how I feel.

I lived it

in Lebanon for many years.

I know how you feel.

All the things I've seen.

The things we've done.

All the things we've done.

Where's the next attack?

He says, "I don't know."

Where's the next attack?

He says he doesn't know.

Fuck this, I got a better idea.

Gunnery!

What the fuck are you doin'?

Back off, marine.

Tell him I'm gonna count to three.

If he doesn't answer my question by then,

I'm gonna blow his fuckin' head off.

Tell him!

One...

...two...

Tell him after two comes three, and he's gonna die.

Just fucking tell him!

Maybe he doesn't know anything.

Fuckin' liar.

What the fuck, man?

You said you weren't gonna kill him!

You said you were just gonna mess around!

That was not your call to make,

and you should not have made it that way.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck?

We killed him.

We killed him.

It was all okay.

It was all okay.

Do you know why?

No.

'Cause we're the good guys.

After the war,

I felt lost

and angry for a very long time,

but I've learned something.

If you can look within yourself

and capture that moment of the person that you were once,

and hold onto it,

I promise you you can feel peace again.

- Yes. - It doesn't work that way.

Yes, it does.

I...

I need, I need to figure out

what I'm gonna do

before they come in here.

So, just stay down.

Stay down.

He's not responding.

Not pickin' up.

I shot him.

I think I killed him.

I fuckin' killed him.

I was... I was just coming home from work.

It was a long day,

and I just wanted to see my wife.

So glad I finally found time

- to swing by and see you. - Yeah, after all these years!

- Too long. - It has been too long.

Madeline, I'm home.

Hey!

Maybe he's not dead.

Yeah, he might still be alive.

You could claim self defense.

Everybody shut the fuck up!

You don't know.

What, what do you think he's doing?

He's probably deciding which one of us to kill first.

I thought I was the fatalistic one.

You think we can take him before he fires another shot?

- Are you freakin' nuts? - What?

I'm hypoglycemic.

If I don't eat soon, I'm gonna pass out.

I lost a lot of blood.

Take slow, deep breaths, okay?

Slow.

Ah, shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Oh, shit!

You think the cops can see us through those windows?

I hope so, they'll save us.

If they come in, they'll be guns a-blazing.

We'll all be dead in seconds.

Don't say that, just...

he's traumatized.

It's a worst-case scenario.

They're not gonna come in here shooting at us.

But you don't know that!

We just have to keep our heads down.

Everybody up!

Everybody up!

Get the fuck up, now!

Up! Up! Come on!

- Go! Go! - Okay, get up.

Okay.

Now...

slowly...

put up your hands.

Come on.

Up, up.

Up, up!

There we go.

Nice and slow.

Come towards the windows.

Keep movin'.

Hands up.

Move it!

Nice and easy.

Keep movin'.

Keep on goin'.

Hands up.

Keep it walkin'.

Okay.

Keep your hands up,

and slowly turn around and face me.

Keep those hands up.

Good.

Now don't move.

Don't move.

Who took these?

Who took these?

I did.

Real nice.

I don't wanna fuckin' talk to anybody.

Look, we're not goin' anywhere

until we know everybody's safe,

including you.

Let us help you.

I already told you

I don't want your help.

How about if you release some of the hostages,

and we'll have some food sent in,

okay?

How many people are in there?

You just don't get it, man.

I'm not sendin' any of them out there.

What don't I get?

Help me understand!

We can end this peacefully without anybody getting hurt.

That's fuckin' bullshit, and you know it!

I see them out there.

I see your snipers.

They've got lasers on me

ready to shoot.

They're not going to shoot.

You have my word.

Your word?

Your word doesn't mean anything to me.

Well, it's up to you now.

All you have to do is trust me.

Trust you?

How?

How can I trust you

when I can't even trust myself?

- Are you crazy? - You'll get us all killed!

Get back.

Please, get back.

Don't worry.

Trust me.

Stand back!

Or I'll put a bullet in your skull.

- You're not a killer. - Stand back!

Do it.

Okay.

Look, you haven't hurt any of us.

I'm hurt!

We can still walk out of here alive.

You...

you can put an end to this, okay?

I shot a man...

...and I think I killed him.

He might still be alive.

He was bleedin'.

And Madeline was upset.

I just ran out.

No, no, he could still be alive.

Look, look, look!

Look, we're all alive.

We, we, we, we can all walk out of this together.

- Just shut up for a second! - Okay, okay, okay.

Just shut up.

It's not... You don't...

You don't have to do this.

There's no other way.

No, no, no, no, there's a way out.

There is always, always a way out!

- No, there isn't! - Yes, there is!

What do you fuckin' know?

Huh?

What do you know?

Oh, I know.

My wife,

my wife...

was shot and killed

by a 17-year-old.

So, I understand.

I understand your pain,

and I get...

...how long it hurts.

And I wanted to find that kid, and I wanted to kill that kid!

Why didn't you?

It wouldn't change anything.

Wouldn't take away the pain,

and it wouldn't bring her back.

There's no comin' back from this, man.

Not for people like me.

That's not true.

You're a good guy.

I wanted to be.

Hey, don't do it.

Think of Madeline.

Madeline!

What did you sacrifice for them?

Baby, no!

Get outta my house, or I'll fuckin' kill you.

Tell him after two comes three, and he's gonna die.

I'm sorry, Madeline.

Ms. Morcos,

how 'bout we talk about your friend?

Who, Craig?

No, Avi Dayhan.

I don't know him.

- Mr. Dayhan. - It's Dahan.

- Mr. Dahan. - Thank you.

Did you have any prior relationship with anyone there?

Look, I already told you what happened.

From your notebook:

"Nadia is upset at Avi, they both argue."

Cathy, why were Avi and Nadia arguing?

I don't remember.

I was writing notes to calm myself down.

My psychiatrist recommended it

when I get panic attacks.

There was so much tension between them.

Can you be more specific?

He just seemed to want her back.

Oh, and I remember she said,

"Not in a million years!"

Are you sure about that, Fiona?

Absolutely!

Is Ms. Nadia Morcos your friend?

No.

Have you ever met her?

She's Lebanese and I'm Israeli.

What are the chances of us meeting?

You tell us.

So, all this display of emotions,

all that for a man you met today.

What can I say, he leaves quite an impression.

What time did you get there?

The first time or the second time?

Did you go in twice?

- Uh, yes. - Why?

I was there when the show started,

then I left and came back.

And why did you come back, Nick?

To support my boyfriend.

Why, is that a problem?

How long has your boyfriend had a drug problem?

He doesn't!

I mean,

not for long.

I did catch him doing some today.

Know anything about this?

Never seen that before.

Have you ever done cocaine, Craig?

Oh, God, no!

Shall we do a blood test?

What were you doing at 86 Melrose Avenue?

Delivering a package?

And what was in the package?

Why were you at the gallery,

when the package is addressed to Mr. Beaumont?

- What? - The package is being handled

by a special law enforcement unit

for suspicious content.

It would help if you tell us who gave you the package.

My, my manager did

like he does every day when I have packages to deliver.

Travis has PTSD.

I thought you said you didn't know him?

I know PTSD, and I can tell that he has it.

I have it too.

"Travis is a war hero,

a marine who served his country with the utmost courage,

- a great American." - He made me write that.

It was very intense.

Everyone was panicking.

Ross, did you know this guy Travis?

Oh, no.

He was some crazy ex-marine who stormed in.

How did you know he was an ex-marine?

He told us.

What else did he say?

He said he killed a man.

He was very upset.

Here you go!

Oh.

Thank you for these.

Of course.

I was getting so dizzy.

I'm sure.

So, they spoke a lot

and argued a lot.

And that guy with the gun, Travis,

he called them "crazy lovebirds."

Crazy lovebirds?

Uh-huh.

And then Nadia told Travis

that she and he had a lot in common.

- A lot in common? - Yeah.

Something about both being in, um,

Lebanon.

Oh, and that other guy,

he was jealous.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Hm.

I don't know her, but...

but she has talent.

Very visual.

She uses her dark past to express her present life.

Dark past?

Growing up in Lebanon during the war?

Seems pretty dark to me.

How about Avi,

the man with the beard?

Oh, he's conceited.

I've seen him before at other exhibits.

Seems to come from money.

Likes to buy art.

So you're saying that you and your boyfriend

didn't know anyone there except for the photographer?

Nadia's a friend.

Cathy and Bill are art critics,

we've met before.

The rest we didn't know.

Why don't you tell me about Nadia Morcos.

I've known her for over ten years.

She's such a sweetheart.

Was she and Mr. Dahan in a relationship?

Be serious.

Travis?

You're kidding, right?

Do you even know Avi or Travis?

No.

Guys with beards are definitely not my type.

The other one is a homophobe.

He called me a faggot.

You really want that blood test!

I'm telling you the truth!

Care to know what was in the package?

I was just covering for a coworker who's sick.

Batteries, batteries with wires.

Batteries for a toy car for Mr. Beaumont's son.

Mr. Beaumont is at 68 Melrose Avenue.

Which means that you...

were at the wrong address.

She said that you had left quite an impression on her.

Really?

Mr. Dahan, are you and Ms. Morcos neighbors?

You could say that.

You guys live on opposite sides of the city.

Tell us, what makes you neighbors?

That's a question you'd have to ask God.

Anything else you care to add?

Look, I've had a long day and I'm really tired.

Why don't you ask Travis, he's gonna tell you

everything that you need to know.

He's dead.

What?

He wasn't gonna hurt anyone.

He was in pain, he witnessed the violence of war.

You didn't have to shoot him.

He shot himself.

Am I under arrest, or can I go?

Hey,

how was it?

They tried really hard to connect us.

Us?

Us is a word that will never connect you and me.

My ride is here, can I give you a lift?

Hey, neighbor, am I gonna ever see you again?

Maybe!

In the afterlife.

I hope so!

Maybe then we can have some peace,

even for a moment!

Hello, sir.

Hello, David.

Straight home, Mr. Dahan?

Yes, please.

Friend of yours, sir?

Neighbor.

Come in.

What's this?

It's my letter of resignation.

What?

I almost died last week.

I wanna travel and discover new places before I die.

Life is so unpredictable.

Feeling yourself

relaxing into the support

behind and...

This is Cathy.

Need you at the gallery by 7:00.

Sure, I'm on it.

Good to have you back.

Close your eyes and let go.

Feel the lightness of your body.

My name is Bill.

Hi, Bill.

My son,

Steven,

shot himself

six months ago.

I haven't been able to grieve

or talk about it since.

Hi!

I'm Ross.

Tina.

You're much more beautiful than your profile pictures.

Oh, thank you.

Can I get you a beer?

- Yes, please. - Great!

Uh, bartender, two beers, please.

Sorry, traffic.

I understand.

Sorry I'm late.

Are you kidding?

You are always late.

Don't you look happy!

Yes, well, I have a little something to celebrate.

Are you and Nick finally getting married?

Nick and I have separated,

but we're still business partners.

I'm so sorry, Craig.

We still love each other,

but I guess love's not enough.

However, that's not the reason I'm here.

You know your little exhibit,

the one I nagged you incessantly to do?

How could I forget?

We have a buyer.

Are you serious?

What piece got bought?

All the pieces that survived the bullets.

I'm sorry, didn't I mention that?

- You're joking! - I'm not.

If this is a joke, Craig, it ain't funny.

No joke, you're a sensation

thanks to me, of course.

Now you're off to a new successful career.

Wait a minute, you're saying people bought

every single piece that survived?

Not people, one person,

and apparently he's quite a fan of yours.

Fan?

A fan by the name of Avi Dahan.

The Israeli?

Oh, before I forget,

this also came for you.

You gonna go?

You deserve a fresh start.

This is gonna be a new chapter.

- Thank you, Paul. - Anything else, Mr. Dahan?

I'm good for now, thank you.

- Oh, sorry! - Oh!

Sorry I'm late.

Better late than never.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Come on, here. - Thank you.

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