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( rock music plays )

- ( chattering )
- ( music continues)

Jldon't mind ♪

- ♪ If the sun don't shine... ♪
- ( laughs)

- Hey.
- Charlie.

Hey, Safari Jack.

Oh, good to see you.
Thanks for having us back.

You blew my mind last time.

It took me a little while
to put it all together.

You know, I wanted to talk to you.

You know, this thing you
got going on out here,

it-- it's bigger than songs,
you know?

It's a worldview, you know?

It's rapping, philosophy.

It's love, freedom.
( laughs)

Amen! Amen, man.

It's everything I hear
everyone talking about now,

but in one place.

Out here in--
( laughs)

in nowhere hills,
and all because of you.

Ah, I didn't do nothing, man.

I'm shy.
( chuckles)

I tell you, though...
what I did do, though.

See, I didn't like
the part I was playing.

So I changed it.
Huh?

Maybe that made
some other people strong

and thinking they could do it, too,
but that's what.

That's what I want to show
with the movie,

you doing your thing.

You know, the music, too,

but all this here,
lay it out for people.

They need to know what's happening, man,
know what's possible.

All right, Jack, yeah.

All right, far out! Um...

No time like the present, right?

You know, we, uh--
we gotta move.

We could get
some stuff on film, but--

The slowest is always
the leader, right?

'Cause he sets the pace.

♪ I walked a million miles
since Sunday ♪

♪ Still I got no place to go ♪

♪ But I hope to sit myself
down someday ♪

♪ And find a place
to call my home... ♪

Morning.
You're here early.

Yeah, I'm here on
important police business.

I have to descale the coffee-pot.

It's never been descaled before,

but suddenly Detective Whalen

has a wild hair up his ass
about calcium deposits

affecting the taste,
so, of course,

now it's an emergency.

Well, when you're done with that,
can you help me?

- I can help you now.
- Great.

Need to know who in this city
uses formaldehyde and for what.

Formaldehyde as in
embalming fluid?

A funeral home, morgue?

Right, but where else?
You know, factories, warehouses.

Anywhere to keep things and
move them in and out on the QT.

Well, I know they use
formaldehyde in particle board.

- Fiberboard.
- Exactly what I mean.

Anything you can find like that.

Okay, got it.

- Cover for me if anyone asks.
- 'Course.

And don't worry about Whalen.

I'll get someone else
to descale the coffee-pot.

Or you could just tell him I did it.
I guarantee he won't notice.

Woman: Then we lived on a commune
on this farm in New Mexico.

That's how come I know how to do stuff

like build fire pits
and cook oatmeal

for a whole lot of people at once.

- Sounds great.
- Yeah.

But last year,
my mom made us leave

and move here to Tujunga.

And she got really uptight, too,
so we fought, like, all the time.

But this one day...

I was sitting in front
of our building... crying,

and this guy came up
on a motorcycle

and asked if I wanted
to go get doughnuts.

And that was Charlie.

Yeah.

Oh, my gosh, like a dream.

Is Minnie done?
Is it my turn?

I want you...

to tell me what happened
in that police station.

I did, Charlie.

Tell me again.

They said Emma wasn't there.

Just like that?

Just... stonewalled
a pretty girl like you, huh?

Who'd you tell 'em you were?

( chuckles)
Her sister.

They asked you why
you thought she was there?

What she'd done?

So pretty little you walks in there,

butter wouldn't melt,

tell 'em you think
they have your sister,

and they don't ask why,
what for?

They just send you on your way.

I don't know what
they were doing, Charlie.

They didn't tell me.
They wouldn't tell me anything.

Go find Janet.

It's her turn to tell a story.

Man:
Detective Hudzik around?

Not Hudzik. Hodiak.
Detective Hodiak.

I'm not talking anymore
to anyone till I see him.

Just keep your hair on.

I was worried
you might not remember me.

Oh, stop.

Of all the people I've ever met
wearing paint instead of clothes,

you were by far the most polite.

Now, I don't know if you know this,

but first-time offense
marijuana possession

comes with an automatic
one to ten-year stretch.

I'm betting you do know

that this is not your
first offense, though.

Yeah. But prison--

Okay, I hear you,
so why don't you tell me this thing

you think is gonna help me
so much.

These bikers,
they work for Lucille.

I saw them move a body,
this guy Jimmy Boots.

They put him in the trunk
of a gray station wagon.

Sam:
Was Lucille there?

Rachel:
No, just a biker named Roy.

He's, like, their captain.
And one called Joker.

I think Lucille knows.

She said Jimmy moved back East,

that he misses seasons changing.

I mean, that's murder
or at least, like,

some kind of conspiracy
to cover one up, isn't it?

I can tell you everything I saw.

The station wagon,
it had curtains in the back window,

and the license plate
starts with A5.

All right. All right, well,

I'm gonna stop you
right there, Rachel.

This is all very helpful.

I just can't do anything
about it right now.

What does that mean?

What, I'm a snitch for nothing?

Not nothing.

I'm gonna reduce your charges
to misdemeanor loitering

after you write all this down for me.

I don't understand.

You're not going to prison, Rachel.

Concentrate on that
while I find you a pen.

Thank you.

So, formaldehyde found
in durable-press fabrics

like drapes, carpets,

photography labs
in the stabilizer, biology labs,

anywhere specimens
are being preserved.

Automotive,
it's used in brake shoes, axles,

and it's also a precursor
in paints and explosives.

Okay, she saw...

Roy and a sidekick
pack Jimmy Too

into the trunk of a long,
gray station wagon

with curtains in the back,
also known as a--

- Hearse.
- Hearse. Yes.

So that smell of formaldehyde,
that was from the funeral parlor.

Which is the very first thing
I said when you asked me.

- So, what's next?
- They call him the Bone Saw--

- I know. I'm prepared.
- I don't know if I mentioned that.

- Bone Saw?
- I'm prepared. Yes.

Okay, well, then,
you should go look

for a gray Cadillac or Pontiac hearse

with an A and a 5 in the plate,
that's what's next for you.

Okay.

- Bone Saw.
- Yes, I know.

You don't know where to go.

Lucille's a silent partner
in five motels around here.

Sitting here trying to
remember which.

It's just...

she'll be looking for me.

I didn't show up for work,
and I just--

that woman is a bloodhound.

It's times like this
I wish I spoke to my sister.

She's Orthodox.

We're Jewish.

( laughs and sniffles )
I mean, I'm not.

Wow.

You really went all out
on the interior decoration.

Thank you.

You take the bedroom,
and I'll take the couch.

Gentleman.

I try.

( blues music plays )

♪ You know it's true ♪

♪ I'm nothing without you... ♪

Rachel?

I had a hard day.

I think you should
help me feel better.

Mm, look...

You-- you don't have to do this.

( laughs ) Don't be stupid.

Am I acting like a girl
who thinks she has to?

( groans)

( muttering, laughs )

You're spinning.
( laughs)

Just-- just two hours ago,

you were outside
of a police station crying.

And now you think you got to
give me something back,

and you don't.

Well, maybe I just want to
have some fun.

Well, maybe you've had
enough fun for one day.

Yeah, I know you're a grown-up.

But you're also involved with Lucille,
her dead husband,

and a dead mobster,
and that doesn't feel right to you,

because underneath it all,
you're just a nice Jewish girl.

So go back to the bedroom,
go to sleep,

and I will still help you
in the morning.

Because underneath it all,
I'm just a nice half-Jewish guy.

I'm not spinning.

I'm getting my life together.

I know.

So when all this blows over,

you and I are revisiting this fun
you just left on the table.

( groans softly )

You promise I'm gonna be okay?

I promise.

Come here.

- Ah, just friends.
- ( giggles)

Sleep.

Hodiak, I need your help.

- With what?
- Our queer killer case.

You mean Cutler's queer killer case?

I don't have a queer killer case,

because Raymond Novo
was no homo.

He's a movie star, remember?
And you're not a detective.

- Remember?
- Wrong side of the bed?

Try no bed, try two hours
of sleep on a couch

I bought because I hate myself.

Okay, well...

both Chris Wagner
and Raymond Novo

brought their killers
to places they felt safe.

Wagner to his home,
Novo to his home away from home.

They were both robbed and tortured
before they were killed.

And except for how Novo wasn't,
they were both gay.

So we got a case?

Well, maybe he wasn't
a killer right off the bat.

Maybe he went too far once,
found that he liked it, kept going.

Exactly, that's why
I fluttered my eyelashes

at that file clerk upstairs.

- The heartbreak of psoriasis?
- That's the one.

She helped me put together every open
home-invasion robbery

where the victim got hurt
more than the situation required.

There are this many unsolved
violent home invasions

in our precinct alone?

It's like a sign from God saying,
"Move to Irvine."

♪ You think you're
the greatest in the land... ♪

Katie: I grew up Catholic.
Catholic school, you know.

And I actually--
I actually wanted to be a nun.

( chuckles ) I really did.
I wanted to be a nun.

But, um...
I just couldn't find my way to it.

So I dropped out of Spring Hill,
the Catholic college,

and I went and moved in
with Charlene.

- Charlene's your sister, you said?
- Half-sister.

But she didn't want me there,
but she let me stay anyway.

That's what the whole world
was like for me then,

like it was just letting me stay.

I wanted to make someone happy.
You know?

But...

no one wanted that from me.

No one wanted anything I had.

Except one person.

And when I met him...

I never looked back.

Found it.
Older couple on Outpost in August.

Husband said they were asleep
when the guy broke in,

cleaned the place out,
jewelry, money, all that.

Responding officer
found the wife dead

in the living room
with a skull fracture

wearing lingerie
he described as "complicated."

Go on.

Husband had knife slashes
all over his chest and arms,

was roped to
the headboard by the neck.

Hmm.

Was he naked?

He was not.
He had socks on.

I would like to talk to him.
What's his name?

Francis Day Murray.

( laughing )
No, no, no, no.

Yeah? Oh...

- You know him.
- Yes.

No, I don't know him personally,
but he's a superior court judge.

Although he did hold me
in contempt once, so...

we have shared a moment.

( exhales )

( rock music playing )

♪ Dig that chick
with the flowers in her hair... ♪

Helping my uncle fix bikes.
Must have been 12, 13.

Being around those guys as a kid,
bikers, they were it.

I knew what I wanted my whole life.

Ride free, man.

If Jesse James were alive today,
that's what he'd be doing.

( chuckles)

Then my uncle found Jesus,

and he wanted everybody
to find Jesus.

But that,
that didn't work for me, man.

You know, some of the girls,

they say they, uh,
believe Charlie's like Jesus.

No, we don't believe he is.

Charlie is Jesus.

He's Jesus Christ our Lord.
I saw him.

Saw what?

Water.

He walked... on it.

Roy: All right.
You've had enough, little lady.

I hate you, Roy.
I-- I'm gonna be honest here.

It's been tough lately.

There's a bad energy,

very dark ever since Cherry Pop.

What happened to Cherry Pop?

I think...

we need to go skinny-dipping.

( chuckles)

Ride free, man.

( laughs)
Come on.

I got a call asking me to come down,
look at some photographs,

identify someone?

I know you.

What is this?

l... I called you.

Okay?
I'm Officer Shafe.

Oh, isn't this just rich?

I'll give it to you.

You do babe in the woods pretty well.
You fooled me.

I'm sorry, okay?
I was there to do a job.

Well, I don't remember anybody
getting their teeth kicked in

or arrested
or anything that night, so...

Do you remember Chris Wagner?

( no audible dialogue )

He was nice.
Was he a friend of yours?

Because he left with
someone who killed him.

Look, I won't lie,
I did not wanna be

in your place that night,
but I was.

I was right there in that room,
and it happened anyway.

You think I feel good about that?

You left before Chris did.

You couldn't have seen anyone, so...

W-why am I here?
You said you need me to make an ID.

Yeah, I do.
Come with me.

- Frank, you remember Sam Hodiak.
- Sure.

- Thank you for coming in, Your Honor.
- Oh, my pleasure.

Al here said you might have a lead
on the man who killed Lillian.

Well, I've been reading up
on the case file

because we've caught a couple
similar cases recently, so...

Have you?

Yeah, does that surprise you?

Surprise? No.

I just hadn't heard anything about it.

Well, it's a fairly
recent development.

Otherwise, I'm sure you would have
been brought up to speed.

I mean, unless...

Unless what?

Unless they were
too embarrassed to...

You know, there's fresh coffee.

I'm gonna grab a cup.
Can I get you-- I'll get you a cup.

- I'll get you one. Lieu?
- No, thanks, Sam.

All right.
I'll be right back.

Not in the bar.
He never came in the bar.

But definitely in the neighborhood,

especially on the weekends,

driving around slow,
looking to catch an eye.

In a real cherry car, too.

A Jaguar.

Probably didn't hurt his chances.

Did you ever see anybody
get into the car?

Of course. Come on.

Suddenly you care about us, too?

I know. What's next?
Rock Hudson going public?

I'll walk you out.

Sam:
Okay, what was I saying?

You know, 'cause...

cops are not always
the most subtle of creatures,

- SO, you know...
- Thank you.

Whoever might've, uh,
usually brought this up to you

might not have known
how to tell you

because they respect you.

Bring what up?

You know, for me,
I feel like we all march to the beat

of a different drummer
with this stuff, you know?

I mean, if this job teaches
you anything, it's that.

You wanna get to the point, son?

Well...

for all I know,
it was your wife's idea...

for you to go out
and get guys for her,

for you to watch.

For the both of you, even.
Who knows?

How dare you?

I don't know what to say
to you right now, Al.

But, Detective, by tomorrow,

you'll be directing traffic
in Hollenbeck Division.

I hope it was worth it.

Will it be worth it to you

when this all comes out anyway

and it drags your name
through the dirt,

and Lillian's,
when it turns out

you could have helped me
right here, right now?

Whatever you tell me,

I will say I found out
some other way.

And if this guy goes down

for some other murders
and not your wife's,

for a man like you that
served justice his entire life,

isn't that a damn sight better
than him not going down at all?

Now, I do not care what
you and your wife got into.

In fact, honestly, I think it's great
that you found each other.

Kindred spirits.

Personally...

I would give anything
for that myself.

And if I were you,
I would avenge her.

Hispanic.

Mexican, maybe.

In his 20s.
Average height, average build.

On his, uh...

lower abdomen...

he had an appendectomy scar.

I made a comment about it.
A joke.

And so he gave me
some scars of my own.

Thank you.

Elliot:
Charlie. Charlie.

- Huh? Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, just now, Katie and Roy
were talking about Cherry.

Something happen to her?

Ahh. She was betrayed
by the world, my man.

Same thing
that happened to us all.

Besides, why dream of a cherry
when you got peaches

and plums dangling low
everywhere you look?

Submit to the love, my man,
and be here now.

( chuckles)

( muffled rock music playing )

( laughter)

Sam. ( laughs)

Come on, join the fun.

Mmm.
You know, Bernard,

he just got back from-- wait.
Where was it, Bernie?

Turkey?

Anyway, he brought this far-out
purple hashish.

You gotta come try.

Bernie, is it?

Is that your drug paraphernalia

that you brought over
international borders?

Groovy.

Rachel happen to mention
I was a cop?

No?

It's true.

Have a nice night.

- If you want me to go, I'll go.
- ( music stops)

No, no. I want you to start acting
as smart as you are.

Why do you care?

Because you think
this town was just built

to throw cash and fun
at your pretty face,

but it will rape you and stab you
and disappear you.

You tell me that you want to change
because you think

that's what I wanna hear,
and itis, it's true,

but that's because I'd rather not
land your case, Rachel.

I'd rather you started
using your brains

and protecting yourself.

Or you could protect me

instead of doing nothing
about Jimmy Too.

It's a complicated investigation.

That doesn't mean
you're in hiding, though.

You can go back.

I haven't been to work in days.

Lucille will know
something's not right.

Yeah, well,
you just tell her the truth,

that you met a handsome,
slightly older man

who swept you off
your feet and then left town.

- Bastard.
- ( laughs)

She'll look into it.

Next idea.

- I know what to do.
- What?

Punch me.
In the face.

- No. I... I...
- I'll say I was robbed.

- No, that's not gonna work.
- Knocked out.

No, you're not listening to me.

I'll say I was in the hospital.
Sam, do it.

It won't work.
I've got a better idea, all right?

I will do it.

My way.

Captain Dunne's office just called.

He's coming by around 11:00
after the budget meeting.

Sir? Could you pass that on
to the lieutenant?

Hey, Lieu.

You look a little, uh...

you know,
end of a long, hard march.

Yeah. It was a night.

I don't want to get into it.

Need a little hair of what bit you.

Isle of Skye Special Reserve?

Some crazy old vintage.
I don't know.

We got a case of this stuff
on a trip a few years back.

You wanna give that to me?

I want you to share it.

You and me, babe.

It's early, but this stuff's
too good for your coffee.

Just take a little sniff.

- No, no, no!
- (laughs)

- No! She said no!
- (laughs)

I got a-- I got the photograph here
I want you to see.

This one is beautiful.
( laughing )

Got to show you this!

♪ Oh, she pushed her wheelbarrow through
the street-- ♪

Captain Dunne. Hello.

T-Bone!

Get yourself a glass.

Put on your kilt!

It's 11:00...

in the morning, Lieutenant.

- You.
- Yes, Cap?

This the way Hollywood Division
does things these days?

Uh, no, this is a little unusual,
but, you know,

a little pop now and then,
take the edge off, you know?

Out.

How's the wife, T-Bone?

Gotta go.

Detective Sam Hodiak.

Rachel!
I've been worried about you.

- Where you been, sweetie?
- With me.

I see.

"With."

She's my girlfriend.

So we've been spending
some time together.

Huh.

My girl is special to me.
Her safety is important to me.

So I'll be keeping an eye on her.

I just thought
you should know that.

You know what, Sam?

Happy to help.

Good to hear.

What happened?

- Have you slept at all?
- The reporter.

What did he say?

It's a conversation,
not a decree.

So he said no.

It's a scary situation,
so that's understandable,

but you gotta give me that.

Huh?
He'll come around.

- And what if he doesn't?
- Jesus!

Is there anybody else
lurking around here

waiting to jump out at me?

Maybe Allen Funt or--
where-- is Dad here?

He's at a gig.

Of course he is.

I can't wait...

for just someone
to come around.

All I've done is wait.

And every day
that has gone by is a day

that I should have done something
and I just didn't,

and pretty soon it's just--

now it's not even going to matter
that I left in the first place.

Honey, please.
Listen to yourself, okay?

You're just tired.
We know that you have been waiting.

And you could have left
any day before now, too,

but you didn't because
you want to do what's right.

So let your father help you.
Please.

Because otherwise one wrong step

and they're going to
hang you for treason.

No. I'll take care of this.

You just have to trust me.

But you got to
get some sleep, all right?

( whispers)
Forgive us our trespasses...

- Hi.
- Louise Mitchell?

Yeah. Can I help you?

Did you ever go by Lois?
Lois Miller?

Can I see your right shoulder,
please?

Thank you.

What do you want?

Nothing.

Thank you.

Hey, I want you to know
that everything that's happened,

I haven't been myself.

I was worried about the wrong things,
and I got confused.

But I'm not confused
about you, Sam.

( door opens)

You got me here.

Middle of the day.

Well, should we sit?

Not sure yet.

Yeah, maybe not.

I don't know if you know this,

but my son who's in Vietham
is not in Vietham.

He's here, and he's in some
trouble that I can't fix.

He's AWOL?
And you want what from me?

Your connections, someone high up
enough to grant immunity

in exchange for classified documents

detailing illegal actions
by the U.S. government--

and quickly, because
Walt wants to go to the press.

Jesus.

So he's a radical?

Mmm. I don't think he is.

I think being over there
did something to him.

- To his mind.
- Sorry about that.

But come on, Sam.

You've accused me,
you've threatened me,

you've-- you fucked my wife
in my own house,

- and now you want--
- Make a trade.

Don't worry, I'm not relying
on your goodwill.

Trade?

Let's talk about a prostitute
that disappeared seven years ago.

Now let's talk about her friend
who reported her missing

and the things she might know.

I don't know what they are.

But I know her name,
her real name.

And I know where she lives.

It's a house in Riverside.

Costs way more than a woman
in her position

could ever scrape together to afford.

Someone paid her to be quiet.

She filed that missing persons
report anyway

because she just didn't want
to see this girl go forgotten.

If you're so sure
she knows something,

- why haven't you--
- So I could stand here with you

and sell the last shred of my soul
to keep my son safe.

If I speak to this woman,

I will have to formally investigate
anything she tells me.

But if you agree to help my son,
I won't say word one to her.

And we all go on with our lives.

Such as they are.

Fine. It's a deal.

I'll call my friend at the DOD now.

Charles:
So you talked to Sadie?

Roy:
Yeah, I did.

Mm. You believe her?

I don't like to believe, man.

I like to find out, you know?

And there are times I can.

Like now is one of those times.

'Course, there's no finding out
with Sadie anyway, really, right?

I even tried to tell her maybe things'll
be better with Cherry gone,

that she was pretty heavy
and maybe we'd be better off

if the Man took her
on down the road for us.

What did Sadie think about that?

And what did old Sadie Mae
think about that?

She said, "There are no questions
in the world, Roy.

A question is just a statement

that tells me what
you're really thinking."

( laughs)
She kind of reminded me of you.

( chattering )

There you are.

Yeah, I was just thinking

it wouldn't take that
much money for us to go--

What did you do to Cherry?

What? Nothing, Charlie.

You for sure made a big
song and dance about her.

- We all saw that.
- Because I'm sad.

Because you're lying.

No.

Because anything I do,

everything I am,
is for you, Charlie.

Why is it a bad thing, huh,

to love you?

To be your wife,

your child, your lieutenant?

- You used to call me--
- Do not make me do it again!

What did you do to that girl?

( laughing )

That sweet, sweet girl.

Your favorite girl.

That perfect girl.

( laughing )

( laughing )

What is wrong with you?

Mmm.

You're the one.

I can see it in your eyes.

You're not mine.

You're your own.
You do what you want.

Mmm. I love you.

I love you, Charlie.

You had her taken.

You fed her to the Man.

Emma, who never did
nothing to you

but be smarter and better!

No. I loved Cherry
like my own sister.

I want you to cleanse
the evil from your soul.

I want you to pray for light.

Heavenly Father,

I humbly beseech you,

please forgive me for my sins.

( whispering )

Please forgive me.

I am Cherry...

You can leave that there.

Uh, no, uh, that--
that's okay.

- We got it. Thanks.
- What you got? Huh?

You spy. Thief.

You know what they did to those

in the olden times,
huh, Hammurabi?

Eye for an eye, root for a root.

Charlie!

Movie's over.

No, just the appendix.

Hispanic male, average build,

early to mid 20s.

Yeah. Thanks. It's important.

This is an open
homicide investigation.

The guy's still at large.

Zero. Okay, uh,
thanks for your time.

Damn it.

( telephone ringing )

( ringing continues )

- Hollywood Division.
- Ken: Detective Hodiak, please.

Ken Karn.
He's expecting my call.

One moment.
Hey, it's Ken Karn.

Hodiak.

I talked with my friend at the DOD.

Yeah? What'd he say?

He'll put you in touch with someone
who can negotiate with you.

That's the best I can do.

He'll call tomorrow with the details.

His name is Halpern.
Charles Halpern. All right?

Yeah.

And Sam? We're even now.

Yeah, I suppose we are.

( chuckles softly )
Don't sound so disgusted.

We're exactly the same.

We're covering
other people's mistakes.

If you weren't cuckolding me,

I'd probably take you for a drink
and we'd be friends.

Anyway, have a nice life.

Man: You better be careful.
You know what you're doing?

Fuck!

So it's done.

I saved the man you love.

You're welcome.

You know, at one point,
I loved you.

No, you didn't.

But I wanted to.

And so did you.

Is it really behind you,

whatever happened
seven years ago?

Grace...

Yes.

- He owes you, Hal.
- He knows that.

And you owe me
for standing by you.

Is that what you call it?

That's exactly what I call it.

This is a fresh start, right?

God, I hope so.

Then we're gonna make
the most of it.

You okay?

- I heard...
- Accident.

I'll get a broom.

- Can I get you anything else?
- No.

Thanks.

You drunk?

- Hey, easy.
- Hey, hey...

- I have an idea.
- Just wait a minute.

I have an idea.
Just get out of my way.

I can't let you drive, Sam.

- Relax.
- You're a child. A baby.

Yeah, well,
you're drunk and a lunatic.

You know, I been watching you
unravel slow for a while, Sam,

but you're picking up speed.

So just take a breath, Detective.

No, no, I get it, okay?

Things are bad at home
and everything,

but this isn't home.

I do my job.

- Crack skulls on a dime?
- What are you, my mother?

- I'm your friend.
- You're not my friend.

I don't even like you
and you have stupid hair.

Yeah, well, I don't like you either,
you prick.

Nobody likes the guy
who comes in

like they're the only one
with troubles.

- Nobody--
- Oh, what troubles do you have?

You married the most beautiful woman
that ever looked your way,

and you want points for sainthood

because your perfect, healthy baby
and wife are colored?

Does it ever get boring
being better than everybody else?

Okay, yeah, say what you want,
but this is about you.

Yeah, I'm done, huh?

Do what you want.

You wanna kill yourself?
Kill yourself.

I don't care.
I'll call you a black and white.

Hal, what the--

I need your help, Ken.

It happened again.

( sobbing)