Original subtitles

Talk to me.

All these here, from countries

that no longer exist.

They must be worth a lot.

[engine starts]

MARY: Your son is stealing from us again.

He's back on drugs.

My man Romer's got some sweet new producto.

ROMER: Whatever you don't sell, bring it back

along with the cash and we're cool.

MARY: We have to help him, or he's gonna die.

Fuck! I can't fucking find this sh...

Eric, you need to come with me.

I need to find it, and you need to fucking help me.

Oh...

I'm gonna go, I promise.

Mom?

Mom? Mom?

Help me, please. I need an ambulance.

Hurry!

[grunts] Let me out!

What, do you really think I would do that?

Like, kill my own mother?

You're full of shit.

The jury, in the above-entitled action,

finds the defendant guilty

of the charge

of murder in the second degree.

HENRY: You don't belong here.

I'm leaving you money.

New lawyers, new investigators.

Chris Keller didn't put you here.

We got to focus on what did.

The cops, the judge, the evidence.

ERIC: Russell falsified tons of evidence.

He fucked me every way he could.

CHARLIE: You have any proof?

Oh, I got all kinds of proof.

I just fucking love prison.

Lieutenant Russell straight-up lied

to my parole board

in writing.

LAPD Internal Affairs has to go after Russell.

Sergeant Ian Lynch.

Ah, Lynch, Internal Affairs.

Eric Fisher, the shithead

who killed his mother? Who I put in prison?

Who deserves to die there? That guy?

This Lynch asshole, he's not gonna stop.

You think I'm that kind of cop?No.

Get this piece of shit out of here.

He smells.It's me. It's Dave.

LOUISE: Word around the office is the captain's pissed.

You're taking too long, Ian.

LYNCH: It's not your shoe print.

Someone else was in the house,

and I'm thinking it was Chris Keller.

Get in the car.What's going on?

Get in the car. You drive. Trey?

Okay, okay, let's go.Shit.

I knew, I knew... [crying]

Did you tell anyone? No.

Trey would've killed me, like, he would've killed me.

["Keep in the Dark" by Temples playing]

♪ Keep in the dark to stay out of the light ♪

♪ Keep in the dark to stay out of the light ♪

♪ Keep in the dark to stay out of the light ♪

♪ Just sleeping in the sunlight ♪

[siren wailing]

♪ La...

ERIC: I need an ambulance. Hurry.

My mom-- she's fucking dying, okay?

Just get over here.

♪ La...

♪ La...

[vocalizing]

[birds calling] [man breathing]

[indistinct TV preacher]

♪

[TV preacher continues indistinctly]

[machine beeping]

[TV clicks off]

[groans]

[groans]

Easy.

[coughing]

BARBARA: Why do you want to talk to them? You hate cops.

[dog barking]

BARBARA: Did you do something really bad?

Mm. I did.

I did.

FRIEDMAN: You want me to send you to Texas?

Credible witness. Claims that Chris Keller's the killer.

It's not my job, or yours.

Well, i-if Eric Fisher didn't kill his mother,

you're not interested in who did?

You want to work homicide, take the fucking detective test.

Your report.

On the letter only, on my desk today.

Captain, he-he's got full-blown AIDS.

The witness in Texas, Trey Carano.

I.A. time limits are not gonna mean shit

when Eric Fisher files

a civil suit in this case.

You know, his P.I., Charlie Shannon,

he's got reporters on speed dial.

Carano is a potential exculpatory witness.

If we don't talk to him

and he dies, how's that gonna look?

Look, I'll go to Texas, I'll knock it right out.

I'll have my report on your desk by Monday.

Fine.

Thank you, Captain.

Yeah, get me Curtis at RHD.

Hi, Harry, it's me, Alex.

Yeah, I've got a situation here.

You got a detective who can travel to Texas?

LOUISE: Friedman's pissed. You pushed her into this trip.

If that happens, all you've got is the parole board letter.

Dave Russell skates with his "Not Resolved."No, Louise,

that's what happens if I don't go.

Look,

Amy Harlow, right, she says that Eric Fisher

wasn't there. If I don't get

that backed up from Carano...

You want to be the hero. Solve the case.

Yes.

I want this freaking asshole gone for everything,

for all of it.

ERIC: I know Lynch.

He wants to be fucking Jim Rockford.

He's gonna talk to Carano.

No, he's not.

Yeah, he is. Yeah, he is.

God, he fucking is, man.

And what's-what's-what's Carano gonna say?

"Uh, yeah, no, I was at the crime scene, but I waited in the

car while fucking Chris Keller fucking murdered her"?

Carano's a fucking snake, man.

You know, he got my dad to give him my car

so he could go track down Chris Keller in San Francisco.

Guy smoked dope for a week,

told my dad he was this fucking close.

You got to call Lynch,

but you got to talk to him, you got to stop him.

I mean, Carano will undermine Lynch's entire report.

No, he won't.Yes, he will, man.

I told him Carano was a dead end

when I handed him the Harlow tape.

Look, Lynch filed his report yesterday.

Now, just relax.

Okay? This is happening.

CHEN: That's a lot of questions.

I like to be prepared. you know?

Just remember, you want checkable facts.

Why does Carano want to talk to you?

Does he need to get something off his chest?

Or is he using you,

setting you up for a lie he wants you to believe?

Only way to know is through checkable facts,

and you get those by letting him talk,

having a conversation,

not through a bunch of pre-determined questions.

Thank you.

I'll let you know if I need anything else.

♪

There it is.

[grunting]

BARBARA: Get that.

Put it on the chair.

I got it. I-I got it.

Easy. Slower.

[Carano grunts]

I told him 15 minutes, no more. You can't touch him.

One more infection and he'll die.

CARANO: Excuse her.

My sister's a very cautious person.

LYNCH: Okay.

So this is a recording of Internal Affairs

interview on complaint file

03014A96.

So I want to take you back to early 1983,

around the time of...He didn't do it.

...murder of Mary Fisher. Who?

My boy. Eric.

He didn't...

didn't do it.

So I'm going to ask you a few questions.

Back then, did you know

an Amy Harlow?

She recalls an incident.How is she?

It was near the time of the murder,

um, she-she says that you picked her up from work.

Well, I would, uh...

I picked her up every day.

Well-well, this day,

Chris Keller was in the car with you,

and the three of you, you drove-- Well,

she thought that she was going to Disneyland,

but you parked a couple of blocks

from the Fisher house.She said that?

You and Amy waited in the car.

Keller went to the Fisher house to get money from Mr. Fisher,

and when he returned, he wasn't wearing his leather jacket.

Amy said he was,

he was very upset. You, too.

And that she thinks

that something happened in the house.

Well...

You want me to stay?

Yeah.

I'll be here right behind you.

Amy thought that something happened in the house.

See...

First of all,

I would never have had

Chris Keller in the car to pick Amy up.

You're saying that Amy's lying?

I don't know.

Maybe she thinks that this ha-happened.

She always thought that

Chris Keller was involved,

but all of this...

parking far away

and jackets disappearing,

sounds like she's tripping.

So... I mean, that's the thing about

the hot bitches, you know? They're so fucking crazy.

I broke up with her...

[chuckles] ...six times.

Six times. She just wouldn't leave.

You can ask my sister.

This is the girl that wanted to marry me.

So, Chris Keller, then.

Why did Amy think that he was involved?

Fucking everybody thought

that Chris Keller was involved.

He was violent.

He loved knives.

But that cop, you know.

That cop had it in for Eric.

So you're saying Eric didn't kill his mother.

[slurping]

I'd swear it with my last breath.

Then who did?

The devil.

[laughing]

Oh, man...

you're a thousand short.

Hey, man, I told you.

I told you. You said it was cool.

I lied.

Come on, man...

You got a problem with that?

[sighs]But thanks for dropping by.

[scoffs] All right, hold on. We can work this out here.

Hold him! No, no, no. No, no, no, wait a minute.

ERIC: Let me-- I can fix this.

Yeah? How you gonna fix it?

Front me another quarter.

Okay, I'll gram it out, I'll pay you back.

I'll pay you back all the money, I swear to God.

I just need a couple days.

That sounds like a plan.

If you give me a kiss.

'Cause I like to get kissed while I'm getting fucked!

Okay. Okay! Okay. [groans]

I want my money.

Okay, just wait. Look, my parents are rich, man.

They're rich, okay? My dad's got

a stamp collection that's worth, like,

a fucking hundred grand.100,000. That's bullshit!

No, it's not! It's not bullshit.

I swear to God, I'll sell a couple.

I'll sell a couple, I'll come back, I'll give you the money.

I'll give you the whole fucking grand, man, I swear to God.

[groaning]

Trey, is he telling the truth?

You do that. [grunts]

Bring it to the club tonight.

[groans]Fucking watch yourself.

Tonight?

Tonight.

You got a problem with that?

CARANO: Eric was in deep shit.

Really fucking deep.

He didn't even know

how fucking deep.

Fuck, man! Shit.

CARANO: Where we going?Where the fuck do you think I'm going?

My mom's home.

Fucking stamp shop closes at 6:00.

I don't get it, man.

You think this is about a thousand bucks?

I am gonna pay him back.

You just told Romer that your dad has

100,000.

What do you think he's gonna do?

He's gonna rob your fucking house.

He and Ray are gonna take the safe and anything else

that he can get his hands on

after you've paid him the thousand.

You get that, right?

Just pull over.I can't breathe.

I can't breathe, I can't breathe.Just calm down. Pull over, man.

Fucking pull over!

[tires screeching]

ERIC: Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, man.

They're gonna fucking kill 'em, man.

Fucking kill 'em.No, they won't.

Fucking Romer's Hells Angels.

And Ray Pine fucking shot a guy six times

and threw him out a fucking window!

Your parents are gonna be fine.

How the fuck can you even say that?

Because they're not gonna be there.

Your mom brings you groceries every Thursday, right?

Mm-hmm.. So Thursday morning she's at Gelson's, right?

Your dad's at the office.

The house is empty, right?Yeah.

Tonight, we go to the club.[groans]

You keep your mouth fucking shut.

Uh-huh. I'll tell Romer

you know the combination.

You know how to get into the house.

We hit the house, but it's got to be Thursday,

and it's got to be all of us together.No, I can't, I can't.

I can't. I can't. I can't, man. You got to.

You got to. It's the only way.I can't do that, I can't.

You want to protect your parents, this is the only way!

Look...

I'm your friend, man.

I know. I know.

I'm trying to help you out here. Okay?

I know, man. I know, I know.

I know. Thank you, man.

You just...

you got to stop being such a fucking pussy. Okay?

Okay?

[rock music playing]

[exhales sharply]

♪ Please, Mr. Reagan

Hey.♪ Lend me your ear...

Dude, do these, and then we'll go.

Come on, come on, come on.

It's gonna be okay. Come on.

[pounding on door]

CHRIS: Eric?[pounding on door]

♪ I've heard it all before

♪ And I'm gettin' bored...

It's just me, Chris.[door opens]

Hey. Hey.

♪ Before big business...

My dad... kicked me out. Can I--

Can I crash?

CARANO: Hey, come on, come on, come on!

Launch time, baby. Your rocket ship awaits.

We got shit to do.

♪ I'm talking 'bout you, you fool... ♪

Okay.

♪

What's wrong?You gotta help me, man.

What's going on?

Just come in. You gotta-- You gotta help me.

♪ Something to die for

♪ Modern deuces too

♪ Think they should be a man

♪ And even though it's so

♪ They never should be a man... ♪

[vehicle approaches]

[laughter]WOMAN: Hey, what's up?

Yeah, you won't do it in the bathroom, though.

Look at this.

[woman laughing]

Kermit the fucking Frog in olive oil.

Put it right here and then give me that shit, man.

[motorcycle revving]

What the fuck?

Did I tell you to bring your girlfriend there?

CARANO: We gotta talk.

No, talk's over. You got my money?

Listen, change of plans.No, you know what?

We both know it's not about the money

that I owe you, okay?

You're gonna rob my parents' house,

we're gonna fucking help you.

You want to do it without the combination to the safe,

without knowing how to get in, or-or when it's gonna be empty,

just be my fucking guest.

And when this is done,

you guys are even.

Just leave my fucking friend alone.

[laughs]

You're spunky, man.

Your girlfriend's spunky.

All right, big man. Come on in, brother.

Come on, I got some fine folks here I want you to meet.

Hey, everybody. Say hello to Eric.

♪ Blindness feeds the world to madness ♪

♪ Faith's crumbling, there's no doubt about it ♪

♪ Religion and science fighting a new kind of war ♪

♪ Helpless wander the streets in desperation ♪

♪ Fearless to the path they tread ♪

♪ Shameless, the powers that butcher ♪

♪ Ignorant to the deeds that they commit ♪

♪ When all is said and done

♪ Heaven lies in my heart

♪ No slave to beliefs

♪ That propagate pain.

So, Thursday, huh?

Yeah, man.

Thursday.

Morning.

He's not up for this.

Look at him.

[Carano chuckles]

Come on, he's a fucking kid, man.

Their fucking kid.

It's his parents, man.

Yeah. Who fucking kicked him out.

That's the guy with the combination to the safe.

You don't have it?

Said he'd tell me when we're there.

[chuckling]

Anything we take,

we split.

Even.

Equal shares.

Everybody gets...

the same.

Equal shares, equal weight.

So if this thing goes south...

[chuckles]

...if he fucks up...

I mean, if he talks, if he even whispers

my fucking name...

...it's on you.

[chuckles]

There is no place I can't get to you.

You know that,

don't you, Trey?

Good, man.

Just, um,

make sure he knows it, too.

All right?

[kiss]

LYNCH: Correct me if I'm wrong.

You told Eric

that Romer planned on robbing the house?

But Romer never said so himself?

He didn't have to.

So, before you told Eric that,

Eric ever plan to rob his parents?

I'm just telling you what fucking happened.

Right. I-I'm saying it sounds like you planned it.

Like I planned it?

Let me tell you something.

There was no fucking plan.

This was a bunch of meth addicts robbing a house.

Chris Keller opens it up,

we go inside,

Eric stays outside.

Eric was gonna be the...

lookout.

That was the big fucking plan.

LYNCH: Really?

An ice cream truck?

He was a drug dealer.

No one stops an ice cream truck.

Romer used to drive out to the desert

and he'd come back and this truck would be...

filled with meth.

So,

on the tenth,

March 10,

what happened?

Plan was

fix up, head over to the house together.

But...

Yeah.

[chuckles softly]

That's not how it happened.

Well, how didit happen, exactly?

Exactly?

I don't know.

I wasn't there.

Show me your hands!Hands, hands, hands!

That morning, Feds

busted into my place.

Put me on a plane to Miami to testify

at this murder trial.

This guy I'd done quaaludes with in Lauderdale started...

telling me about all the...

people he killed.

S-So, the Feds took you away

on March 10,

the morning of the murder?

Jesus.

All right, well, that's...

I wanted to be there.Yeah.

I wanted to protect him.But i-if you-- if you weren't there

and you don't know what happened,

then what in the hell am I sitting here for?

'Cause Romer told me.

Right when I got back.

He told me something,

and I have had it in here...

...for 20 years.

[car door shuts]

Man.

I just got back from fucking Florida, man.

Had to help my sister out with this bullshit.

I was just hanging out here, gonna get

a couple of burgers from your girlfriend, but she's not here.

Might have to come back.

You think he did it?

What's up?

Come on, man.

Your little gram man killed his mom.

Do you think he did it?

What?

It was like a... test.

He wanted to see what I would say.

Yeah, he did it.Fucking A he did it.

Smacked out of his mind. He killed her...

killed her high.

I shot him up myself that morning.

[chuckles]

And he still owes me 15 bucks, man.

You tell him that...[engine starts]

...if he ever gets out.

[motorcycle departs]

CARANO: That's how he told me.

That's how I know

what happened that day.

He got rid of him.

Man, Trey said he'd fucking be here!ROMER: Yeah, well,

he's not, so fuck it.No.

Come on, man, l-let's just...No, no, no, no,

no! You don't understand,

okay? He's supposed to be here.

We're supposed to get high.

Something must've happened.

He... We got to fucking cancel, man.

Cancel, my ass.

Let's go now.Mm-mmm.

No!Or I'm gonna have Ray come up here

and rip your fucking eyes out!I don't fucking care!

Fucking do it, man!

Fucking kill me! I don't give a shit.

I'm not doing it without Trey. Chris,

I can't, man, I fucking can't.He can't,

okay? Not-not like this.

Okay.

I'll fix you.

All right?CARANO: See, Eric never,

ever did smack,

and he never used a needle, not for anything.

Come on.

15 bucks, man-- that is, like, a Romer-sized shot

of pure heroin.

No, no, no, not-not that.

I don't-I don't want that.

Yeah, you do.

Got a real gentle touch, come on.

I-I-I can't...Don't-don't do it.

I can't pay you.That's cool, man.

Don't worry about it. You can pay me later.

Come on, man, he's-he's scared of needles. Just...

We'll do...

We'll-we'll-we'll-we'll do this another time,

you know, when-when-when-when Trey's back?

We can do this, like, next-next week, right?

Yeah, next week, man. Makes sense.Okay.

All right.Uh-huh.

You'll be fine.

Shit.

What the fuck?Let's go.

What did you give him?I said let's go!

We might have to get a diamond drill,

to take the whole fucking safe with us.

What the fuck did you give him?

PINE: Yeah, Einstein, do you know how much

those fuckers even weigh?

ROMER: I don't give a fuck.

Shit![Manuel and Barrera speaking Spanish]

Shit.

Shit, man, she fucking saw us.

[gasps]

I'm sorry.

Get out. I'm calling the cops.

I-I didn't think you'd be here. I-I'm just...

My mom kicked me out.

Get out.Okay. I'm-I'm leaving.

Please just...

don't call the cops.I have to.

You broke into my home.

I can't go to jail.

Look at me, I'll-I'll fucking die.

Well, that's your problem.

You fucking bitch.

[cackling][gasps, screaming]

[Mary screams]

So...

who did it? Who killed her?

Can't say.

'Cause you weren't there.'Cause he didn't tell me.

Who do you think had it in them?

I don't know.

All of 'em.

Any one of them that didn't have it in them?

Yeah.

Not Eric.

Not my boy.

[gasping]

[grunts]

♪

[groaning softly]

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

[panting]

Mom, you got to breathe, you got to breathe, Mom!

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to say.

Yeah. Well...

neither do I.

Th-Thank you.

Have you talked to Chris? Does he know?

I don't know. I don't know.

Just get you home.

[sniffing inhale]

She was stabbed, Trey,

and Chris, he's fucking missing.

We have to go to the police.

We have to tell them about Chris.

I know.

You think they're gonna listen?

So what?

Eric's your friend.

Something you're not telling me.

What the fuck's going on, Trey?Nothing.

I don't want to fucking go to the cops.

You're right, okay, baby? Hey.

I'll go to them.

I promise.

Did you tell them?

Cops. Come on.

[car doors open, close]

[engine starts]

[car departs]

Thank you.

All those years, you knew.

Your friend was in prison, you didn't help him.

He would have killed me.

You've done a lot of bad things, Trey.

A lot.

This one you did good.

You really did.

CHEN: Hey, I really appreciate this. I'll call you

when I get back to L.A.

Feds served the warrant at 0700 on March 10,

took him straight to Florida to testify.

Sent him back on the 12th. So that part was true.

But even in Carano's version, Fisher had some part of it.

All right? When to hit the house, how to get in,

that all came from him.

He was in on the plan.

Maybe Carano's

trying to beef up Eric's involvement

so he doesn't come across as the mastermind,

you know, so to speak.

That's a big maybe.

'Cause everything we just heard?

Hearsay,

from a drug addict

who wasn't there.

Why I need to talk to Romer.

♪

OFFICER: Sergeant Lynch,

Captain wants to talk to you.

LYNCH: So RHD's gonna

re-investigate Fisher. Gonna...

Chen and-and Young-- they're-they're gonna handle it.

You know how many months I've been working on this case?

I know. I know exactly how many hours you've put in,

and now you can't see straight.Okay.

Okay. All right, well, the drug dealer--

Ken Romer-- we need to put a tap

on his phone, we need to stimulate the wire.

RHD's already talked to him.

The Pines, too.

Ruled them all out.

What, so that's it?

David Russell wins?

Case closed?

No. Case re-opened.

Just not by you.

Meanwhile,

you can hand me your report,

finished or not.

And then pack up.

I'm transferring you

to the Davis Recruit Training Center.

You'll catch some heat for this.

Make it worth it.

CARANO [on recording]: Chris Keller opens it up,

we go inside, Eric stays outside.

Eric was gonna be the lookout.

That was the big fucking plan.

♪

CHARLIE: Lieutenant Russell locked in on Eric

the second he saw him.

He framed an innocent 17-year-old boy

just because he could.

You read the Harlow interview. Do you have

any reason to believe that she's lying?

Any indication at all that she's not a reliable witness?

Mr. Fisher. Theresa Adler.

Los Angeles Herald Examiner.

Let's start with Detective Dave Russell.

Nothing about Carano.

All about Russell.

She's gonna fire you for this.

[clears throat]

Yeah.

Um... yeah.

[chuckles]

Thank you.

Hope you packed your toothbrush.

He won't need that suit

in prison.

Cameron's not gonna let him walk.

No way.

BAILIFF: All rise.

She won't let it happen.

Regrettably,

we move to dismiss this case.

JUDGE: Mr. Fisher, you're free to go.

Good work.

Yes! Yeah.

[reporters clamoring]

Just give me one...

second.

Just give me a second.

I just need to wash my hands. That okay with you?

You know there's a lot of press outside.

You may want to go out the back.

Doesn't matter what anybody else thinks.

We both know the truth.

Yeah.

We do.

[indistinct chatter]

Just in time. They were just about to dump it.

He seemed like a good guy.

♪

[indistinct conversation]

DEBBIE: Yeah, that'd be nice.

Uh, you know what?

Actually, I'll just catch up with you in a minute.

You want to go fishing?

That'd be nice, yeah.

When, Dad?You tell me.

You're the one with the schedule.

Yeah, and you're the one who's gonna get sued.

Mm.

You fought like hell to catch that fish.

Remember that?

And you cut your thumb on the line.

But you just... you kept on fighting.

How do you know?

That's when I knew you were gonna turn out okay.

Nice story, Dad, but you weren't there.

'Course I was.

I remember. We... It was a great day.

Sure. Okay.

Look.

I've got to go.

I have trial prep,

and I promised Nate dinner, so...

You know Fisher's lawyer is gonna use this case

to franchise himself, just like Johnnie Cochran?

Hey, if I wasn't there, then who took this?

It wasn't your mother.

She gets seasick at the beach.

No, you're right. It wasn't Mom.

I took this. I was there.

Who else?

Right?

I don't know, Dad.

You're the detective.

MAN: Frankly, I think Kershaw's gonna be a real star.

You got to remember, he is 21

years old, the youngest Dodger pitcher

since Sandy Koufax to strike out 13 or more

batters in a game, and that was last April.

MAN 2: Yeah, but what about the postseason?

MAN: What about it? He pitched great against the Cardinals--

an extremely strong outing.

MAN 2: And choked against the Phillies.

They should have won that game, and he fell apart.

MAN: I wouldn't say he fell apart.

MAN 2: Please. You could see it in his eyes.

He didn't have the guts.

MAN: Now, that's kind of harsh, Frankie.

You're talking about a 21-year-old...

[radio conversation continuing indistinctly]

[wind whistling]

ERIC: On March 10, 1983,

Chris Keller, a drug addict

who came to see my parents as a source of income...

...stabbed and murdered my mom.And you found her

like that?

She was still breathing.

Yeah. I called the ambulance.

I... I tried to save her.But then you were arrested?

I mean, I was high. I had long hair.

At the time, so did half the 17-year-old boys in California.

No, yeah, I mean, and when you think about it,

all it takes is one corrupt detective, and-and you're done.

For life.

I mean, it happens every day.

You know, it happens to...

to people, you know,

people a lot less privileged than me.

But it didn't stop there. That detective...

Uh, Dave Russell.

He lied. He faked evidence.

A-And the letter.

He wrote the parole board years later.

He really had it in for you.

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

Why?

Why did he go to such great lengths to keep you in prison?

Uh... [sighs]

It's... it's a tough one, you know?

I mean, I've had... 27 years to think about it.

You know? I mean, that...

that letter, I mean, I... it was...

it was my first parole hearing.

You know, nobody gets paroled their first time,

and-and he knew that, so...

Why?

Right? Why'd he write it?

[short chuckle]

I still don't get it.

♪ So, so

♪ So many noes

♪ And a man can't take

♪ So many of those

♪ No man can take it

♪ No

♪ When he just wants a yes

♪ He just wants

♪ A yes...

GIRL: [laughs] Rock on!

Can I have your autograph?

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Mm, mm

[engine stops]

♪ The one

♪ You love

♪ Do you trust

♪ The one

♪ Your love

♪ Can change?

[tires screech]

[birds chirping]

Can I help you?

Yeah. Sorry.

Um...

I, uh,

I used to live here.

I like what you've done with it.

It's, um...

it's nice.

My husband's coming home any second, and we're going out...

Sure. No, I'm-I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just...

taking a look.

Thanks.

[engine starts]

HENRY: Hey, pal.

♪ Jingle bells Hey, come here, buddy.

♪ Jingle all the way Mary, hold him.

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride... ♪

[fussing]Hey, buddy.

What? What? I got you.

[bawling]Oh, I got you. Here.

♪ Jingle bells...

Just-just hold him right there.

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride

♪ In a one-horse...

I think it's time for his nap.

Oh, no, no.

[singsongy]: Eric.

Eric?

Okay, Mary, look over here.

Mary. Mary, look at the camera.

[continues bawling]

Come on, dear.

Look at the camera.

Aren't you happy?

Aren't you happy, Mary?

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