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Did you already pack
my kangaroo sweatshirt?

- You're not wearing that.
- Jason said I had to.

Remember the time you let
Jason talk you into buying a...

You okay?

I'll text Jason,
tell him we can't make it.

No, one of us has to show up,
and I'll be okay.

Mm, morning sickness,
what a crock.

Well, it's morning
somewhere in the world.

I don't know
what else we can do.

Go public.
Make a stink.

Force the cops
to do something.

They said there's nothing
they can do.

They just keep telling me
what I should do.

Get off social media,
change passwords,

oh, live the rest of my life
and Carly's

looking over our shoulder.

Where's Carly?

Home... feeling crappy.
She said to say sorry.

What?

This is Carly.
Sorry I missed your call.

- Hey...
- Hey, Chris!

I wait for you, see? Like you say.

Wait, wait, wait.

[screaming

- Holy... oh, my God!
- Okay, okay, okay.

- Yo, call the police!
- Oh, my God, Jason!

Call the police!

F B I
Most Wanted

*FBI Most Wanted*
Season 01 Episode 13

Episode Title: "Grudge"
Aired on: April 28, 2020

CID's throwing us
a real curve ball.

What the hell?

We're operating under a
John Doe fugitive warrant.

The unknown assailant
is wanted

for double homicide
and attempted kidnapping

last night in Brooklyn.

Anybody get the plates
from the Van?

No,
the intended kidnap victim

is Chris Thompson,

marketing wonk
in the tech field.

For the past four months,
Thompson has been the target

of a cyberstalker who goes
by the name of HuntingChris.

Two hours before the assault,
Thompson received this text.

"You won't be
so lucky next time."

Where did
this threat originate?

Unknown,
but across state lines,

which makes it ours.

It came from behind a VPN

and through
an encrypted server

then bounced
around four states

before it landed
on Thompson's phone.

Our stalker
knows what he's doing.

We have any other messages
from him?

From the police file
when Thompson filed a report

three months ago.
This is the first message.

"You take my time,
I take yours."

Any more?

Then last night,
before the assault,

Thompson received this.

"Moving won't help.

I can get to you anywhere...
All three of you."

Thompson's wife's pregnant.

Stalker's been smart enough

not to make
an actionable threat.

Well, anybody
this obsessive is dangerous.

The police shouldn't have
had to have two people die

to figure that out.

Point taken.

It's unclear
what kind of stalker

we're dealing with,
but I think we can eliminate

a couple of categories.

He doesn't read
as an intimacy seeker

nor as an incompetent suitor,
the type who imagine

a loving relationship
with their target.

That leaves
the rejected, resentful,

and the predatory type.

Thompson and his wife
are in a safe house...

Three shifts, two agents per.

That bar Thompson
came out of, I know it.

It's upscale, and there's limos
parked outside all the time.

Limos have cameras
in front and back.

You and Kenny get on that.

We'll take care
of the Thompsons.

Remember, as long as there's
no face on this poster,

the stalker has the upper hand.

A threat
can come from anywhere.

I have been racking my brain
these last four months

to figure out what I did
to piss this guy off.

Now he's killed my friend
and that poor driver

over something
I don't even know I did.

I don't understand
why he didn't kill me.

I'm the one he's been stalking.

We don't know for sure
other than

he feels aggrieved by you
and wants to extract an apology

on his terms.

I have apologized to him.

I even offered to meet him
and talk it out.

Some stalkers can be
successfully confronted

with the consequences
of their stalking.

Obviously not this one.

He has sent thousands
of emails to us,

our friends, families,
coworkers.

And he even sent
plumbers and contractors

to our apartment
at all hours of the night.

And the police said that
therewas nothing that they could do.

They can't trace him.

Okay, so take us through
what happened

in the days before
you got the first message.

We had dinner
at Carly's parents.

And then we went
to the paint store

to look for colorsfor the baby's room,

and then we had
an emergency appointment

at my OBGYN
because I was having pains.

I went to work.
There's nothing... nothing.

Well, the message he sent you
before you were attacked

mentioned you were moving?

I put in for a transfer
to the San Francisco office,

and he knows that.
How does he know?

Cyberstalkers
can be very tech savvy.

We want to put trackers
on all your devices...

So we can see incoming messages

And trace them in real time.

He's never gonna
leave us alone, is he?

Sometimes they get tired
of the game,

choose another target.

Sometimes.

Clinton got a hit
off the limo footage.

You're safe here.

You follow our direction,
you'll stay safe.

If it's any comfort,

people who are ruled
by their obsessions,

they take risks,
they make mistakes.

We'll catch this person.

Plate tracks
to an address in Queens.

It's okay, honey.
It's okay.

I don't have any guns
in the house, I swear.

I have kids.

Just a sedan
in the garage... no Van.

Your green Van,
Mr. Upton, where is it?

I sold it a couple weeks ago
to some guy.

- This guy have a name?
- I... I don't remember it.

It'll be on the transfer
of ownership papers.

So you don't have
the transfer papers.

You wanna tell us
another story?

This is scary.

I... I don't know
who has the Van.

No, really, I advertised it
online, and this...

This creep got
in touch with me online.

He hacked
into my computer's camera

and filmed me watching...

Watching porn.

Not a crime.

Yeah, maybe not for you.

My wife would kill me
if she found out.

Anyone ever tell you
to cover up the camera?

Well, I have now.

The Van, Mr. Upton.

The creep told me
where to leave it...

In New Jersey in the middle
of nowhere at night...

Or he would send
his video of me

to my wife, my sister,
whoever else I knew

'cause he had my contact list.

I did what he said.

I let him steal my Van.

And did you see himor talk to him?

No, but he was somewhere.
He was watching.

I walked away
like he told me to,

but I looked back,
and he sent me a text right away.

Told me to keep walking
to the corner

and get on
the 107 bus or else.

This place makes the middle
of nowhere sound exotic.

It's a perfect
drop off place...

Hidden from the street,

behind businesses
that are closed at night.

Only someone
who knows the neighborhood

would know about it.
Knows about the 107 bus too.

Our John Doe either works
or lives around here.

Upton walked back down
to the road

after he dropped the Van.

Our John Doewas watching him.

Could be any one
of those buildings or houses.

Could be watching us
right now.

We need to canvass
the entire neighborhood.

Check for the Van,
security cameras

all the way from here
to the top of the Heights.

The nearest working
security camera

was a quarter mile
from that lot.

No sign of the green van
heading south.

Or north... he's probably
heading east

up into the Heights.
It's residential, no cameras.

Canvass hasn't
turned up anything.

And the texts Upton got
after he left the Van

trace to a single use burner,
so our John Doe

used it only
to communicate with Upton.

He hasn't used it since.

He is disciplined.

Shopping
for serial killer vans?

No windows.

These are the photos
Upton posted on Craigslist.

He kept the van
in good shape.

That he does.

Hana, can you pull up
the pictures of the Van

- on the night of the shooting?
- Mmhmm.

Nice try, jerk.

- Problem?
- Nope.

I've got the photos right here.

I'll need
a side by side comparison.

I can do that.

You see the dings
in the panel here and here?

They weren't there
when Upton was selling it.

Those are the kind of marks
you get in a parking lot

when someone next to you
dings you with their door.

You're right.
Our John Doe's been keeping it

in a public parking lot.

Now, he's gonna try it again.

To kidnap Thompson,
he'll need a Van.

He has to figure
we made the plates.

The Van's hot.

He probably ditched it
and got a new one.

Yeah, but he went to a lot
of trouble to get that one.

Be easier
just to switch the plates.

And park it somewhere
you won't draw attention.

- Or get towed.
- Won't get tickets.

Hana, take us down
Tonnele Avenue.

Fasten your seat belts.

It's all private lots.
There's nowhere to hide.

Keep going.

Stop.

Now, what is that right there?

Newark Airport
long-term parking.

All right.

Stand back.
Lead team on approach.

Now hold that.
Hold that.

Clear!

Clear!

Oh, my God.

Restraints
for stress positions,

bone breaking tools.

Dungeon on wheels.

It hurts just looking at it.

The guy who would build this,
he'll never stop.

All right, it's all yours.

So he wants to immobilize
Thompson spread eagle face up,

and he wants Thompson
to be able to see him.

To watch him take the tools
of the trade off the rack.

Anticipation
is part of the terror.

Any volunteers?

We need somebody with roughly
the same size head as Thompson.

- Uh, that would be you, boss.
- Definitely.

You could share hats.

I'll hold your hand.

All right then.
Help me out here.

Okay,
so it's not very comfortable.

It's tight on my head,
and I can't really move my jaw.

Actually... yeah, yeah, get...

Ugh.

Well, everything else
is off the shelf,

but this head cage
is custom fit, handmade.

By someone who knows what they're doing.

No rough edges,
joints are clean...

Probably a craftsman who
caters to the bondage crowd.

Let's find him.

If Thompson only knew

what this sick puppy
had in mind for him.

He'll find out.
People talk.

We should be the ones
to tell them.

All right, you up for it?

You seem to have a good
rapportwith the Thompsons.

Mm-hmm.

I think
I should go too, boss.

It's gonna be traumatic.
I can do trauma.

Okay.

You can't let anybody
bully you.

Just 'cause they think
they're God almighty

doesn't mean
you have to take their crap.

You gotta hit 'em like this
and this and this!

That's the one.

That's the one for him.

Hold me captive in a Van?

And do what to me?
Nothing pleasant.

He had restraints
and other things to hurt you.

Oh, my God.

But none of that
is going to happen now.

How do you know?

He could just disappear,
couldn't he?

Until you and everybody else
lose interest, and then...

- I won't lose interest.
- None of us will.

Once we put someone
on the most wanted list,

they stay there until
they're caught or they're dead.

Oh, well...

How are we supposed
to live until then?

Keeping busy helps.

You'd be surprised
how quickly

being vigilant
becomes second nature.

You'll discover
the remarkable human ability

to deal with terrible things

such as fear, disease,
and robocalls.

And talking helps too.

Now, you've been
through some trauma,

and that can manifest
mood swings, bad sleep.

We can put you
in touch with people

who can help you sort it out,

and it's really worth doing.

We thought
we could just run away.

He's gonna outlast us.

He's stronger than us,
and he's focused.

He's got nothing else
in his life

except for this senseless hate
for me!

I'm losing him.

We're having a baby,
and I'm losing my husband.

Not too far
from Hawthorn, actually.

Oh, is that right?

I don't know about him,

but I think she connectedwith
what you told them.

Yeah?
Maybe.

You go in.

I'm gonna stay out
hereand get some fresh air.

All right.

Hey, is there anything
you want to tell me?

About what?

I don't know.

It's like this case landed
on you like a ton of bricks...

And those text messages
you've been getting...

It's nothing, Kenny.

Thanks for asking.

Has Hana done
a stalker case before?

Maybe one that went south?

Why do you ask?

Where is she?

I realize this case
is dredging up

bad memories for you,
but I thought you'd be able

to harness them
to good effect.

Was I wrong?

It's not the memories.

A few years ago,
before I knew all of you,

there was a guy,
Jack Wellman,

a hacker, an FBI contractor.

We went on a date,
by which I mean one.

The chemistry
wasn't right for me.

Well, that wasn't good enough
for Mr. Wellman.

He started stalking me.

Emails, texts, turning up
at my apartment

all hours
of the day and night,

- sending me flowers and gifts.
- Hana...

He didn't break the law,
but I reported him,

and he was fired
from the bureau.

Is he still harassing you?

He lets me know
he's around.

He makes me feel weak
and vulnerable,

and I don't like it.

I hadn't heard from him
for about six months,

but he's resurfaced
offering help.

He says he knows
something about our guy.

He could full of crap,
but he's a great hacker...

Better than our John Doe.
What does he want in return?

To meet me...
Just the two of us.

It's out of the question.

Wait, hold on.
That's up to Hana, isn't it?

It is up to me,
and I'm not sure.

This just came in.

We got a hit on the welder
who made the head cage.

Who said I made it?

We do.

And so do the people
at the Marquis Sex Shop

who sell your goods.

They recognize
your craftsmanship.

We wanna know
who you made this piece for.

I make a lot of these.

All sorts of people

like a little discipline
in their lives.

- You'd be surprised.
- I wouldn't.

This would've been made
custom fit for somebody.

Maybe you can check

your dimensions
against the records.

I could if I kept records.

No records of
cash transactions or checks?

I don't think money
was involved here.

Isn't that right,
Mr. Royce?

The man we're after
has a preferred method

of getting what he wants...
Blackmail.

Let's say he hacked
into a camera security system

and caught somebody
doing something dicey

like illegal safe cracking.

Acme Strong,
they make good safes.

Nothing a talented welder
couldn't open.

Now you're gonna tell us
that you crack safes

for the legal owners
who forget their combinations.

Sounds about right.

I wonder if the NYPD
would agree.

- What do you think, Barnes?
- You know what?

They love arresting people,
especially when somebody else

just hands them the evidence.

So this guywho ordered the cage,

he has a tape on you crackinga safe,
and he blackmailed you.

Yeah.

Okay, if you put it that way...

He sent me the dimensions.

He told me to leave the piece
at some God forsaken place

out in Union City.

Tonnele Avenue.

Gee, I didn't know
it was such a hot spot.

You happen to get
a look at him maybe?

I doubled back and hid.

I wanted to see
the little pissant.

That's him,
and that's his car.

Clear.

Clear in back!

Clear!

Clear.

Main floor clear!

Welcome to stalking central.

Camera's on.
He's watching us.

Let's get the CART team
in here

before we tear
this place apart.

Can you trace his location?

Coffee shop on Chestnut.

Too late, suckers.

Seems pleased with himself.

Four sugars with his coffee...

I hope his teeth rot
out of his head.

David Fallon of Newark
has been identified

as a suspect
in a double homicide

and attempted kidnapping

last Tuesday night
in Brooklyn.

Take a look at this.

Fallon, a self-employed
security systems installer

lived alone
here in this house...

"Didn't hold the elevator,
blocked the alley entrance,

cut in line, didn't apologize
for knocking over my coffee."

Everyone
who's ever offended him...

Times, dates,
description of the offender.

- Thin skinned little bastard.
- Check this out.

Broken tail light?

By the markings on it,
looks like a Japanese model.

Fallon started remotely
deleting the hard drives

as soon
as we entered the house.

Not sure how much we saved.

"September 10, 1993,
7:10 A.M.

"The man left work.

"5:42 P.M.
The man came home.

"8:17.
Man yelled at his wife.

11:06 P.M.
Lights out."

He was watching someone.
1993?

Fallon must have beeneight or nine.

Stalker even then.

Polaroids, probably taken by a child.

How much do you have
to piss off an eight-year-old

to make him stalk you?

I found Fallon's client list,

all the places wherehe
installed security systems.

Check this out.

"Nevins Street Obstetrics."

Carly Thompson's clinic.

The one they visited
right before

Fallon started stalking them.

I've never seen him
at the clinic.

You said
you had to see your doctor

because you were in pain?

Yes, we called ahead.

The receptionist
hurried us to the back.

Doctor Gupta was in the
hallway talking to some...

Him.

She was talking to him.

Then what happened?

Nothing.
Dr. Gupta saw us coming.

She broke off the conversation
with this guy

and hustled us
into an exam room.

- Did you say anything to him?
- No.

Did he react
to being interrupted?

Not that I noticed.

Was there
any physical contact?

Maybe you nudged him
or something?

No, I went around him.

That's it?

That's why he's doing this?

I thought I was having
a miscarriage.

Isn't that more important
than whatever

he was talking about
with Dr. Gupta?

Of course it was...
to a normal person.

Well, thank you
for this information.

It's been very helpful.

Now you know who he is.
You'll catch him.

I understand this isn't easy,
but you'll need to be patient.

All these minor slights
and insults,

they're triggering Fallon,
reminding him

of a traumatic experience.

The man in his diary,
the guy across the street,

maybe that's what warped him...

Not that it makes me
feel sorry for him.

You don't have to pity him.

You just have
to understand him.

Where he's been
is where he'll be.

That's how we'll catch him.

So we're going to find
Fallon's first stalking victim

from 1993.

You know
what he's gonna say...

Gonna say he didn't mean it.

He thinks he's so important...

and now you're nothing.

You're gonna break him
into nothing.

Excuse me.

Can I help you with that?

Who the hell are you?

I'm Agent LaCroix of t
he FBI.

We're looking for information
on a former neighbor of yours...

The Fallons.
They lived across the street.

Mister...
Tommy Wright.

I see you brought
your girlfriends.

So what do they do,
hold your gun for you?

We have our own guns.

Do you remember the Fallons?

A brood of no account losers.

Now get the hell of property
before I toss you off!

Dad, what's wrong?

These morons from the FBI!
They're trespassing.

It's okay, Dad. Go inside.

I'll take care of this.
All right.

Don't let them
push you around.

I apologize for my father.

It's all right.

We were asking
about David Fallon.

He lived across the street
with his parents.

I saw his name
in the news.

He seemed to have
a fascination with your father.

- He took these pictures.
- Oh, wow.

Well, Dad has a reputation
in the neighborhood.

- You mean as a bully?
- I know how he comes off.

In 1993, Fallon kept
a diary about your father.

Any idea
what might have happened

between the two of them?

My dad didn't pick
on little kids,

but Davey's father, he was fair game.

Mr. Fallon was meek,
I guess, kind of sad-looking.

This was with the Polaroids.

It's from a broken taillight.
Does that mean anything to you?

I think so. I was 16.

I remember Mr. Fallonbacking
out of his driveway

and Dad pulling into ours.

They bumped into each other.

Mr. Fallon got
a broken taillight.

Dad jumped out
screaming at Mr. Fallon

who was apologizing.

Dad slapped him.

Mr. Fallon didn't do anything.

He just got back in his car
and drove off.

And where was David?

In his front yard.
He saw the whole thing.

He looked
like he was gonna cry.

I felt so bad for Davey seeing
his father humiliated.

Any other incidents between
your dad and the Fallons?

No, Mr. Fallon died
a year after.

Heart attack, I heard.

Davey moved away
with his mom.

Found the autopsy report
on Fallon's father...

Not a heart attack,
death by suicide.

He swallowed
a pesticide cocktail.

His wife found him
in the basement.

She lied to the neighbors

then slipped out of town
with their son.

I'm sure young Fallon
drew a straight line

between the humiliation
and his father's death.

That's a heavy weight
for a kid to carry.

No wonder he gets triggered

every time someone
disrespected him.

He's not a child anymore.

He's an adult
and grievance collector.

And a coward.

Some of the people
in his journal,

he slashed their tires,
canceled their credit cards.

He poisoned a dog.

Escalating but never
confronting 'em face to face.

Could be a learned behavior
from his father.

People with depressionlike
to avoid confrontation.

Ultimately,
that could bewho he's angry with.

Speaking of cowards,
I just got another text message

from Jack Wellman.

"High fives for IDing Fallon,

but I could've
spared you the trouble."

Look at this.

He hacked Fallon's phone?

I told you he was good.

"I have more good stuff
for you.

Let's meet... you and me."

He's offering intel on Fallon.

It can't hurt to hear
what he's got.

Mm, could hurt you.

To get a killer
off the street,

I'm willing
to take that chance.

I'll go with you.

If it makes you feel better.
Just don't bite him.

So...

What have you got?

Bad case of you.

You said you have good stuff
on Fallon.

I do.
I didn't say it comes free.

You never gave me a reason.

I did give it.
You refused to hear it.

So what have you got on Fallon?

You hacked his cell phone.
You have his IMSI?

You know,
if you'd been nice to me,

I could've given you
that photo of him two days ago

before you ID'ed him.
You'd be ahead of the game.

"Game."

Do you have anything
on Fallon?

There's an easy way
to find out:

us back together.

We were never together, Jack.

We went on one date,
and youdecided I was your property.

Stay away from me.
Stop stalking me.

Stalking?
I'm not stalking...

Get up off that stool,

you're gonna have
two broken legs.

What are you,
her boyfriend or something?

- Or something.
- I'll let you in on a secret.

Deep down,
Hana digs the attention I give her.

No.

Okay, you lay a finger on me,
and I got 12 witnesses here.

You'll be run out of the bureau
faster than I was.

Kenny, forget him.

Already have.

So, bottom line,
you're no closer to catching him?

I want Carly away from this.

I'm taking her
to JFK this afternoon.

She's catching a flight
to San Francisco.

You can't stop me
from protecting her.

We're protecting her here.

We just need to get on
with our lives.

Stop trying to decide
what works for us.

All right,
we'll notify the San Francisco office.

Have them provide you
with security.

What's your plan?

I'm gonna stay here
till you catch this piece of...

Are you sure you wouldn't
rather be with your wife?

She's safer without me.

It's me he wants.

Double double
with double everything.

Mm, thanks.

That Wellman,
he's a pieceof work, huh?

One of God's little mistakes.

I recovered
Fallon's search history.

Before he disappeared,
he was cruising AirBnB,

looking at houses
in Central New Jersey.

He's looking
for an empty house.

Did he find one?

All I have is his search history,
no transactions,

but let me look and see
what else I can recover.

LaCroix.

Check the security video.

Don't let Ms. Thompson
board that flight.

Chris Thompson gave
the slip to the security

after they dropped his wife off
at the airport.

I had no idea
he would do this.

He was frustrated.
We both were.

But I never would've
agreed to it.

Chris can't take on
this monster.

Does he own a gun?

He borrowed one
from his brother

when we started
getting harassed.

How would your husband
find Fallon?

Was he in contact with him?

When Chris started
getting emails from Fallon,

he would write back, you know,
begging him to leave us alone,

and, sometimes,
we'd get a reply,

but that was months ago.

The trackers we have
on their devices

don't show
any unusual activity.

Your husband wouldn't have

another phone he didn't
tell us about, would he?

No.

But yesterday morning,
he went into the office.

He said he had projecthe
absolutely had to finish.

One of the agents
went with him.

His work computer.

Check the assistant's
computer too.

On it.

We're coming up on it
on the right...

Right there past the barrier.

Charming.

Fallon's email said he put
a burner phone for Thompson

in a chicken bucket.

- What's that for?
- Rats.

We got fresh tire tracks
over here!

Chicken bucket over here!

Full of grease
but no burner phone...

Thompson must have
picked it up.

Check the nearest
cell tower.

Maybe he used the phone
right away.

Got it... prepaid burner
used 30 minutes ago

heading south on Route 206.

He's got 15 miles on us.

Call him up for me.

Here you go.

Fallon?

Mr. Thompson,
it's Agent LaCroix.

I'd like you to pull over
so we can talk to you.

No, this ends now,
whatever it takes.

This man has
already killed two people.

You're walking into a trap.
My life's a trap.

I won't live like this.

I'd like you to think
of your wife and child.

You're no good to them dead
or in prison.

I'm no good to them now.

If I don't have the guts
to protect them, what use am I?

He hung up.

He's only ten miles
ahead of us now.

He just turned down Route 518.

Punch it.

Burner phone's on the floor.

There's fresh blood up here.

Drag marks along the ground,
tire tracks.

Fallon took him.

The AirBnB houses
Fallon was looking at

are all over
Central New Jersey.

Start within ten milesof
where he snatched Thompson,

towns like Hopewell, Mt. Rose.

And check
with AirBnB transactions.

Jess, take a look
at this house.

The well in the front yard

is the same as the house
with the neighborhood bully...

A two-story house
with shutters.

Just like the scene
of Fallon's first humiliation.

She's right.

This is where
he'd take Thompson.

Mr. Fallon, please,
let me explain.

It's too late for that.

I know I was rude,
but my wife was in pain.

Oh, there we go.

It's always
someone else's fault.

Do you think you're
more important than me?

What?
No.

Please, I'm trying
to apologize.

Apolo...
you brought a gun!

You obviously need
to learn manners.

Just...

Yeah, shh.

Lesson one.

- Clear!
- Clear!

Clear!

Clear front!

Clear.

- No sign Fallon's been here.
- It seemed perfect.

It is perfect,
but he didn't wanna be in it.

He wanted to see it
just like when he was a kid...

From across the street.

You see that house
with the "for sale" sign?

Basement window
on the right.

That's where he is.

Now that's how you
stand up for yourself.

Nobody slaps me in the face
and gets away with it.

I would've made that bastarde
at his taillight.

Come on, move it.

Come on!

Stop right there. Stop right there.

Back off! Back off!

What's the plan, David?

I'm going out
that door to the garage,

I'm taking him with me,
and I'm driving away.

And then what?

I don't owe you an answer,
so just get out of the way!

We know why
you chose this house.

We know the whole story.

We even met your neighbor.

He's a real sorry excuse
for a human being.

Right? So you know.

You saw.

I read your journal, David...
Your diary.

I can sympathize with
what you've been through.

Yeah?

Well, this one,
he's one of those,

so just let me do
what I got to do.

I can't let you
leave with him.

But I think
you've made your point.

You righted the wrong,
you know what I mean?

What happened
to your father?

My dad was a coward.

He should've fought back,
but he just took it.

I don't think your father
was a coward.

He had a disease.
He had depression.

What are you...
What are you talking about?

He... I saw him
with my own eyes.

He let that guy
bitch slap him.

David, I want
to show you something

Okay?

- What are you doing?
- Just give me a second.

I want to show you
your father's autopsy report.

You need to see it.
You owe it to yourself.

Okay, just take a look at it.

- No, I don't wanna see it.
- Take a look, David.

I don't wanna look at it.

It says that your father
took his own life.

What? No.

Not because of your neighbor

or because of your mother
or because of you,

but because he was in pain.

Your father was
a very sick man,

but he wasn't a coward.

He worked every day.

He provided for you,
for your mother.

He did the best he could.

You don't need to be
angry at him anymore.

Oh, God.

You can let go now, David.

No need to punish
anybody anymore.

I got you.

Take him up.

Good one, boss.

It was touch and go there
for a while.

You always do that.
Always empathize with them,

try to make them feel better
about themselves.

Why?

So they know
they have a choice.

I saw you caught Fallon.
Better late than never.

So you called to tell me
you're ready

- to move our thing forward?
- Yes.

I'm moving forward.
I knew you'd come around.

So I was thinking, we could go tonight...

There's no "we" here.

I'm moving forward
right past you.

You told my buddy the other day
that you think

I secretly dig your attention,

which made me realize
that you've been operating

in the dark...

That you have
no concept of what

your attention has done to me,

the impact
that it's had on my life.

- Hana, I know...
- No, you don't know.

So now you need to hear me.

After our one date,

after a month of
your constant attention,

your texts and emails

and buzzing my apartment
day and night,

I started having migraines.

I get nauseous,
sick to my stomach,

just to see an email
in my inbox from you.

And three months later,
I had an outbreak of eczema.

I hadn't had eczema
since I was eight.

And then my period stopped.

The doctor said
it was all stress-related.

Here, I brought
the doctor's bills

in case you don't believe me.

I was diagnosed
with anxiety disorder.

I had to go on medication.

I saw three
different therapists.

I was afraid.

I carry a gun,

and I was afraid
all the time,

because you made me afraid.

- I didn't want to make you feel...
- Maybe

you thought
all that attention was sexy.

It wasn't.

Maybe you thought
it showed that you cared.

It didn't.

Whatever you intended,
it did the opposite.

But now, you know.

You've gotta
let me defend myself.

No, I don't.

You're not entitled
to anything from me.

My life is my life.

You're not a part of it.

You were never a part of it.

You'll never be a part of it.

You're done with me, Jack...

And I'm done with you.

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