All language subtitles for Coroner s03e09 Christmas Eve.eng

(swingy christmas music plays)

♪

♪ it's that time of year ♪
- thank you.

♪ when everybody's dancing ♪

♪

♪ the snow is falling down
but we're warm inside ♪

- thank you.
- Thank you.

♪ by the candlelight ♪

♪ I see your eyes are talking ♪

♪ to me ♪

♪ and you'll be
my christmas valentine ♪

(snowman whirs and buzzes)

♪ my christmas box is wrapped ♪

♪ in red and white with a bow ♪

- thank you.
- You're welcome

(tree rustles)
♪ I hear laughter ♪

♪ and the fire begins to glow ♪

♪ silver bells will ring
when I kiss you

♪ under the mistletoe ♪

♪ and you'll always be
my christmas valentine ♪

♪ though the years go by, ♪

♪ and yes,
we're gettin' older ♪

(door clicks open)
- hello!

(door thunks shut)

sorry I'm late,
my sour cream cut-outs

took a little longer
than usual.

Hello?

♪ and times we couldn't
go on... ♪

(eerie music)

hello?

♪ in my arms
and feel your love ♪

hello?

- Hey, man, we're not open.

Hello?!

Come on, man.

♪ like grains of sand ♪

♪ but I know where
I'm gonna be ♪

♪ this christmas ♪

♪ I'll be right here
with my christmas valentine ♪

- (echoey manic laughter)

♪

woooooo!

(manic laughter)

(loud banging,
manic laughter)

(echoey, high-pitched,
screaming laughter)

♪ I know where I'm gonna be ♪

♪ this christmas ♪

(snowman whirs)

♪ I'll be right here ♪

♪ with my christmas ♪

♪ valentine ♪

♪

- (manic laughter)

♪ my christmas valentine ♪

- oh my...
(plate rattles)

oh my god.
(plate rattles)

(shakily) oh my god.

(echoey thump)

- (sickly groan)

- oh my god...
(cookies thud)

(plate clatters)

(howls wildly)

♪

- what're you-- it's clean.

- No, just--
- don't touch it.

- Can you not see
the mustard there?

- You're gonna make it dirty.
- Okay.

- You see this?
This goes over here.

- (laughs)
- yeah, just like that.

- What're you--
- just put the cutlery in here.

- Excuse me, no, we do not
put cutlery in--

(cutlery clatters)
- oh, nice one.

- Okay, it's, it's done.
- All right.

Why are we settin' up so early?
- I want to be stress free.

I wanna be eating cake

and fruit and turkey, I don't
wanna be setting the table.

- Your mother hasn't even
gone to work yet.

Ross: That's fine, she can go.
Jenny: There it is.

- We can do this.
- Okay, okay, sorry.

- I wanna eat and start
drinkin'.

- All right.
- Are you okay with sitting there?

- Perfect.

- (clears throat) wow,
some little christmas elves

come and set up while I was
getting ready for work?

- Pfft! Yeah,
that's what happened.

Both: (laughs)
- matteo's coming?

- No, um...
I thought I'd invite liam.

- Oh.
- Right? Just 'cause you guys

have been talking and...

You seem like you're happy.

- No, totally, I just um...

I don't know if we're
quite there yet,

but thank you.

Uh, okay, I gotta get to work.

I love you guys.
Hey, I love you guys.

I'll see you tonight, 'kay?
- Love you, too.

All right, then.

Who's that for?
- Oh, um...

I don't know, I just...

It's christmas.

(door closes)

- you made one for my peggy?

- I didn't wanna ambush mom,
but...

I feel like we should be
together

and you wanna see her.
- Yeah.

- Right?

- No, you know, we should just
keep it us three for this year,

I think that's better.

I mean, for your mom's sake.
Let's just do it that way.

You're a good kid, ross.

(utensils clatter)

(indistinct police radio
chatter)

- um...

Every year,

john and ginny would host
christmas eve brunch.

It was uh...

It was our tradition.

- Are you part of the family,
flora?

- I've lived next door
my entire life.

They're like my surrogate
parents.

Donovan: Did you see anyone
come or go this morning?

Any cars in the driveway?

- I was inside baking
all morning.

- Did you hear any noises,
any shouting?

- I had...

Mariah carey blaring on a loop.

(pen scratches)
- I feel that.

- Uh, did the brownings ever
mention to you

anyone they had any conflict
with?

- (emotional) no. They were...

Wonder...

Wonderful people.

I can't believe this happened
at christmas.

(crying) they...

They really loved christmas.

(sobbing) I'm sorry.

(sniffling and sobbing)

(suit rustles)

(indistinct chatter
over police radio)

jenny: We've got ligature marks
straight across the neck.

Under the adam's apple.

Petechiae on her face and eyes.

Scratching and bruising
on her neck and jawline.

All things are consistent
with ligature strangulation.

- So, it is what it looks like.

- What exactly do you think
this looks like?

(whispers mantra)

multiple stab wounds
to the torso.

Judging by the blood volume loss

and the stab wound
next to the heart,

I'd say exsanguination.

The entry wounds are...

Are covered in glitter.

(paper suit rustles)
- (grunts)

- (exhales) whoa.
- Yeah.

Neighbour said they were
a perfect family.

- Yeah, well, we both know,
there's no such thing.

- (chuckles) hey.

(donovan's phone rings)

oh, it's the station.
I gotta take this.

- Okay.
- Hello?

(indistinct police chatter)

- what is this?

Man: What is going on here?
Police: Uh, hi there, sir,

why don't we just step aside.
- No, no, no.

You don't understand, this
is my parents' house, okay?

- I understand that, sir, but--
- no, no.

We're supposed to be having
brunch right now.

I don't know why I--
- sir, please just calm down.

- Please, I'm not, I'm not,
I'm not excited,

I just need to--
- uh, sorry, hey, hey.

It's okay. Hi, I got this.

I've got it, I've got it,
thank you.

Hey. What's your name?

- Aaron browning.

- Browning. You're john
and ginny browning's son?

- Yes.
- Okay.

I'm uh... I'm sorry
to tell you this,

but the police found
your parents dead

inside of the house
this morning.

- (gasps)

uh... Ah... What?!

- I'm really sorry
for your loss,

but we can't let you inside
right now.

(traffic rumbles nearby,
police radio chatter)

- (exhales sharply) wha...

- (sighs)

- what about caleb?

Is he okay?

- I'm sorry, who's caleb?

- (whispering)
christmas tree.

Officer: He's mha.
No wallet, no id.

Donovan: It's all right,
I think I know who he is.

Any weapons?

- No, but I did find this
in his pocket.

(plastic rustles)
- is that a christmas ornament?

- Mm-hmm.

(plastic rustles)

(footsteps thud)

- hi, there.
I'm detective mcavoy.

Is your name caleb browning?

- ♪ o, christmas tree ♪

♪ o, christmas tree ♪

♪ your branches mean... ♪
- caleb!

(shouts) caleb!
(snaps fingers)

(handcuffs jingle)
- what?

- Do you know where you are?

(handcuffs jingle)

- um... What?

- Do you remember your name?

(handcuffs jingle)

- caleb... Um, caleb...

Caleb... Browning.

- Do you remember what day
it is?

(handcuffs jingle)
- (inhales sharply)

(grunts)

(grunt of effort)

it's... Christmas eve.

It's christmas eve?

- Do you remember what happened
to your parents this morning?

- Uh...

Did I miss brunch?

♪ it's christmas, baby ♪

♪ time for window shopping ♪

- (exhales sharply)

♪ I could use a necklace
string of pearls ♪

♪

hello?

♪ it's christmas, baby ♪

♪ if you feel like stopping ♪

peggy: Oh, for crying out loud!

- Hello? Grandma?

- And he's your only suspect?

- He's staying at the house,
there's no sign of forced entry.

His parents' blood's
on his clothes.

- Have you asked for
his medical records?

See if he has a history
of memory loss,

or trauma, psych issues?

- It's in process, but it
wouldn't be the first time

that a suspect has faked
memory loss.

- I mean, there's a possibility
he's not faking it.

- And there's a possibility
that the hole in my spine

will heal itself before surgery
next week.

- I mean, I have a history
with memory loss after trauma.

When my sister died,

my brain wiped the memory of it.

I mean, I got it back, but--
- I'm so sorry, jenny.

- No, I'm just saying that,
you know,

I think we should keep
an open mind.

I mean, maybe he's telling
the truth,

at least about the memory loss
part.

I wanna get him assessed,

but first, let me talk to him.
Somewhere nice.

- (sighs) let's get him
a massage while we're at it.

(door clicks open and shut)

(melancholy "jingle bells"
plays)

♪

- so, I, uh, know it's weird
to talk about...

Death and food
so close together,

but um...

I'm a really great cook,

and christmas is tomorrow,
so...

Dennis, would you like--
- yes, yes.

(chuckles) yes.

- Okay. Great.

- I'll make sure we get off
work early tomorrow.

Just the perks of dating
the boss.

- What?
- (chuckles nervously)

it's the first time
I've heard it out loud.

- What, that I'm your boss?
- Please stop saying it.

- Well, I didn't know it was
a problem for you.

- Neither did I.

Anyway, we should get to work.
- River, hey...

(door clicks opens)

(door thunks shut,
dennis scoffs)

(sighs)

(low hum of indistinct chatter,
footsteps thud)

(door clicks open)

(indistinct police chatter)

- hey.

- Thanks.

(rhythmic knock on door,
door opens)

hi, caleb.

(door closes)
my name is jenny cooper.

I'm the coroner
that's investigating

your parents' deaths.

I thought this room might be
a little nicer.

- (sniffles and cries)

(handcuffs jingle)

I can't remember it.

(sobbing) why can't I remem...

I mean, do I look like I, I...

I'm the type of person who's...

Who's just capable
of killing somebody

with my-my-my bare hands?

I can't--do I look like
I can kill my mom and my dad

with my hands?

- I don't know what
you're capable of, caleb.

(handcuffs jingle,
caleb sniffles)

- but I am interested in
your memory loss.

- Yeah, because you think
that I'm lying.

- Because I had a family member
who died,

and when it happened,
my brain erased the memory.

This has happened to me.

(lights buzz softly)

- so, I'm not... Going crazy?

(birds chirp outside)

- look, if what you're saying
is true,

then I'd like you to talk
to the doctor that helped me.

Would you consider it?

Caleb?

Would you try?

- Yeah.
- Yeah? Okay.

(door clicks open,
footsteps approach)

(door clicks shut)

- hello, caleb,
I'm dr. Sharma.

I'd just like to have
a conversation, okay?

(handcuffs jingle)

caleb is exhibiting
all of the symptoms

of dissociative amnesia,

a condition linked
to severe stress.

Uh, traumatic events like war,
abuse, or violence.

- Brutally murdering both
your parents

would be quite traumatic.

- Or his amnesia was caused
by witnessing the violence.

- If caleb's the killer,
I need to know he's faking it.

If he's a witness,
I need him to snap out of it

and tell me what he saw.

- There are tests we can do,
neurological and psychological,

to help distinguish
between malingered

and real memory impairments,

but I'll need him
to be transferred

to a medical facility.

- (sighs) fine.

Do what you gotta do.
I wanna solve this

before I have to take
my leave of absence.

(door clips open)

- 'kay.

(door squeals
as it clicks shut)

(light thump)

- so, whadda ya think?
Do you think caleb's lying?

- I try not to make assumptions.

- But what is your gut
telling you?

- What does yours say?

- I dunno. I mean...

I, uh, I don't think
caleb's lying.

I believe him when he says he
doesn't remember what happened.

I can obviously relate.

- But?

- But I didn't hurt katie
on purpose.

- Caleb may not have either.

- Yeah. (sighs)

- jenny, I'm here to help,
not pile on.

So, call me, don't call me,
it's up to you.

(cars honk in the distance)

- thank you, neil.

- But you should probably
call me.

- (chuckles)

- find anything?

- Nah. Brownings are squeaky
clean.

No 911 calls,
no contact with the police.

Uh, dad owned a bunch
of businesses;

sold 'em and retired early
with a fat bank account.

Mom was his bookkeeper.

I mean, as far as I can tell,
mac,

they are a pretty boring family.

(office chatter in background,
phones ring)

- what's this about?

- Oh, someone's been tagging
"justice for dean breyer"

on the front of the station.

I know you've seen it.

I haven't figured out
who dean breyer is yet,

but check it out!

He's always covered up,

and he always comes
at shift change.

I haven't figured it out yet,
but just you wait.

- Well, we have a double
homicide to solve

so, I want you to focus on that,
all right?

- Gotcha.

(indistinct chatter)

- six millimetres.

You know, even under a mask,
I can tell you're frowning.

- (sighs heavily)

I love my job.

If anything were to happen...

Most times it's the person
with the least power,

the one who's not the doctor,

who gets shown the door
when hr comes knocking.

So, I think it would be best
if we just--

jenny: Okay, how's it going
in here?

- Just getting started,
dr. Cooper.

- All right.

Now, what is going on
with the ear?

- Would you like to do
the honours?

- Yeah.

(object slides)
okay...

River: What is that?

- I don't know.

- There was no bleeding
or bruising in the ear canal,

which means whatever this is,

was inserted in
john browning's ear

after he died.

- After you called me, I went
and got this out of evidence.

Caleb had it on him
when we picked him up.

- Angel with a broken wing.

Donovan: Caleb killed
his parents

then shoved that ornament
in his dad's ear.

(light footsteps)

♪

- hey, detective abed, 5832.

I'm gonna do another sweep
before we clear the crime scene.

Ugh, geez.

Huh.

(drawer rattles)

hey, desouza, ever see
a kitchen drawer

with a lock on it?

- Yeah, I have a two-year-old
at home.

- Hmm. Well, I got a lock pick
kit in my trunk.

Can you grab it for me, please?

- Sir, yes, sir.

(footsteps recede)

- sir. (chuckles)

(door clicks open and shut)

(sighs heavily)

(melancholy "jingle bells"
plays)

♪

- it isn't possible.

My brother would never.

And you're saying
he can't remember any of it?

- That's what he's claiming,
yes.

- He's at st. Vic's.
He's under medical supervision.

He's gonna have neurological
and psychological tests.

- Can I talk to him?

- Only the police
and caleb's doctors

are permitted to talk to him.

- Well, does he have a lawyer?
- He didn't want one.

- Ah, idiot.

(plastic bag rustles)

- aaron, does this have
any significance?

Your brother had that on him
when he was arrested,

and dr. Cooper removed
the broken wing

from your father's ear.

(tense music plays)

- uh, take your time, okay?

- (sharp inhale)

I invited caleb home
for the holidays.

It was my idea.

I thought that
it was gonna be okay.

It's usually okay until uh...

Until there's an incident.

- What kind of incident?
- Something small.

They judge him,
pick at him,

then he snaps.

If me or flora are there,
sometimes we can calm him down.

- At the house, there were four
place settings on the table.

But if you and flora were
both coming,

then that would make
five guests.

- They, they must have
disinvited him.

Taken his spot away.

- You think that's
what made him snap?

- Yeah.

Yeah. (sighs)

I shouldn't have stopped
for flowers.

(tense music plays)

(tools rattle,
malik grunts softly)

(drawer clunks open,
malik laughs triumphantly)

(tool clatters on counter)
oh!

(items rustle)

oh...

(paper crinkles)
whew!

Someone is gettin' paid!

A lotta people, apparently.

Okay. Hold on to that.
Thank you.

Huh.

(tapping) bingo.

Alphonse: Can I get your coat
or anything?

Flora: Can I just have
a glass of water?

My mouth's really dry.
- I can do that.

(footsteps approach)

- flora, I'm jenny cooper.
I'm the coroner

that's investigating
the brownings' deaths.

Um, I have a few questions that
I'm hoping you can help me with.

- The detectives already
confirmed my alibi.

(pill lid clicks)
- it's not about that.

(pills rattle)

- they're just my prescription.
- Yup.

(lid snaps closed,
pills rattle)

uh, I know things are stressful.

- You do?

Do you?

(sniffs the air,
shaky breath)

is aaron here? (gasps)

he has a very distinct scent.

It's uh...
His cologne, I mean.

(footsteps recede)

- impressive.

Aaron is in the boardroom
with detective mcavoy.

- What is he saying?

- Flora, I understand that
you have a relationship

with the brownings--
- you don't understand anything.

- Flora, I--
aaron: Flora!

I thought that was you. Hey.

Both: (exhale deeply)

- have you seen him?
- No.

- (shakily) no?

(shallow, shaky breaths)

- okay, enough's enough.
We wanna see caleb.

- And I wanna know why you two
are trying to protect someone

who just committed a brutal
double homicide?

I mean, I get family loyalty,

but doesn't that extend
to your parents, aaron?

And to people who were like
second parents to you, flora?

- We knew this day was coming.
- (shouting) can I please...

(calmly) can I please have just
a minute with aaron? Please?

(donovan's phone rings)

- okay, uh, you can go in
the boardroom.

- (relieved sigh)

- I'll, uh, I'll grab
some coffees.

I'll keep an eye on them.
- Okay.

Yeah. Yeah, malik?

(easy listening music plays
softly)

you know, last year,
mom was so busy with work

that our centrepiece
was a sad dollar-store elf.

- Oh.
- (chuckles)

you know that she's a coroner,
right?

Did I tell you that?
- I know.

- Yeah, well,
she helps people -

people who've lost somebody -
get closure.

- Yeah, I suppose it makes
sense,

given what she's been through.

(soft music plays)

- you talkin' about katie?

- You know, when katie died,
uh,

we all dealt with it
in our own way.

I'm glad to see that hers
was healthier than mine.

- Why, why didn't you...

Why didn't you ever reach out?

- I tried on her 16th birthday,

but jenny made it very clear

that she didn't want anything
to do with me.

I know that I left it too late,

but... (clears throat)

the healing takes as long
as it takes.

And when I was ready,

well, she wasn't.

- But what about grandpa?
I mean, didn't you miss him?

Didn't you want to talk to him?

- They were always a fine pair,
those two, you know.

And gord has raised her well.

She got straight a's,
she went to med school,

she got married,
she had you.

They're thriving without me,
ross.

(flowers rustle)

(easy listening music plays)

- she has anxiety
and panic attacks.

He has dementia.

He's even started
hallucinating.

You're what he sees.

Look, I know that
it's complicated

and I know that there's
feelings everywhere, but...

(blows out his breath)

what if you just came
to christmas dinner?

- Oh, ross.
- I've set you a place card,

we have tonnes of food,
we have lots of space.

- It's too late.

I'm sorry,
but that's the truth.

- Yeah, well...

I'm sorry, too.

(jacket rustles)
- ross, I...

(plastic rustles,
door thuds shut)

(exhales)

- (sighs)

(footsteps approach)

- that was malik.

John browning's been making
cash payments

to a dozen people, monthly.
Going back decades.

- Payments to who?
- Don't know.

The ledger only had first names
and dollar amounts,

but there's one name
that malik recognized...

- Flora?
- $1,000 a month,

starting in June 1999.

- What happened in June
of 1999?

- I think it's time we take
them down to the station,

get them talking on the record.

(indistinct chatter)

dennis: Whatcha workin' on
over there?

- The cysts you found on
mr. Browning's liver.

I'm sending a sample to the lab
for a biopsy.

I know you like being thorough.

- River...
(liver thuds)

look, if it's a choice between
this job or being with you,

I choose you.

Wait, let me finish.

Because technically,

we started dating before
I became your quasi-boss,

so it might not even be a thing.

So, I guess what I'm saying
is...

(flowers and gloves rustle)

river baitz,

will you talk to hr with me?

- (chuckles)

yes. Yes, I will.

- Whew! Yes.

(crayon scratches)

dr. Sharma: Very good, caleb.

Got one more test to assess
your working memory.

(handcuffs jingle)

- um, no. Uh...

Can you take your mask off?

I'm kind of, just like,
freaking out

and the masks are not helping.

- Okay.

Have you had anything to eat
or drink today, caleb?

- I don't think so.

- Would you like a sandwich,
if I can track one down?

Okay, sounds good.
I'll be right back.

(book clunks on table)

just gonna go get some food
for him.

(melancholy "jingle bells"
plays)

♪

donovan: So, who wants to go
first?

Aaron: Um... (clears throat)

our family is very concerned
with appearances.

My father had this idea
of how boys should be,

and uh... But caleb was
sensitive and sweet.

He was weak.

(clears throat)
so, my dad took him hunting

for deer and feral pigs.

He taught him how
to field dress them.

Thought it would toughen him up,

but then, caleb started to,

uh, to change.

He started to...

To have these like...

- Fits.
- What kind of fits?

- Oh, flashes of rage
he couldn't control.

He'd have an explosion

and then your dad would
take him out hunting.

And then he'd come back

and we'd cook up
whatever they'd killed.

- Hmm. When did the violence
start?

- When caleb was seven.

- No, he was a bit older than...
Than that.

- Hmm.

- In June of '99?

(foreboding music)

- how do you know about that?

- What happened in June of '99,
flora?

- Well, you have to understand
that caleb loves flora.

He would never hurt her...

- It's okay.
- On purpose.

- It's okay.

- It was my birthday and um...

- I gave him a red bike.

- Which was caleb's favourite
colour.

- I should've known that.

- What did he do?

- He pushed me down a flight
of stairs.

- It was horrible.

And he felt so bad.

- Yeah, my parents thought
it would be best

if we didn't involve the police

and well, john and ginny they...
- Mm-hmm.

- They felt the same, so.
- Mm-hmm.

- Is that when mr. Browning
started paying you?

- Paying you?

- I... I thought this was to pay
for my, my physio,

but then, the money just never
stopped coming.

- Dad paid you? That's why you
stayed in our lives.

- No, I love you.
That is why I stayed.

(foreboding music plays)

- mr. Browning was paying
a lot of people.

- Well, his son hurt a lot
of people.

Kids in the neighbourhood.
- Mmm.

- Classmates.
- Well, not just them.

- No, you don't--aaron,
you don't have to do that.

- We lived every day in fear,

with this bomb next to us...

(shakily) that we loved so much.

It was gonna... Go off
and destroy everything.

I guess it finally happened.

(distorted, echoey music plays)

(handcuffs rattle,
breathing hard)

(inhaling and exhaling
erratically)

(blows out his breath)

- are you okay?
- (gasps) hmm?

What?

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

- Can you please remove caleb's
cuffs, so he can eat?

It's all right.

(foreboding music plays)

(handcuffs click)

officer: Don't do anything dumb.

- Mm-hmm.

- Have some water, caleb.
Have a sandwich.

- Um... No, no.

I think um...

Just uh...
(taps table)

but the thing is, the tests
aren't working for me.

They're not, it's, I'm not,
I'm not, I'm not computing.

- They will. We just need
to take it slow.

- (agitated) no, 'cause I can't,
I can't it slow.

I can't take it.
I'm uh...

I just need to know right now

if I did what everybody says
that I did?

- Forcing you before you're
ready could re-traumatize you.

- I don't care.
- Okay, just have--

- I don't, I don't care!
Officer: Hey, hey!

What did I say?
- (grunts in pain)

(alarm wails)
- look it! Whoa, whoa!

Wait, wait, wait,
I'm not gonna hurt anybody,

I'm just gonna... I need space!
I need space!

- Put the pen down!
- I just need space!

I need to go!
- Then put the pen down!

- He's in mental distress.
Back off! (grunts)

- caleb, I'm not gonna tell you
again.

- Just focus here, okay?
Don't, don't look at her.

Just try to breathe, okay?
- I can't--I can't breathe.

- Listen. Just breathe.
(inhales deeply) that's it.

There ya go, there ya go.
That's it, breathe.

- (sharp inhales and exhales)
okay, okay.

Um...
- Listen.

- I need to speak
to the coroner.

Uh, I need to speak to
the coroner, right now, okay?

- Okay, sure, we can do that.
- Yeah.

- Call her.
- Call the coroner!

(alarm wails)

doesn't matter what
the psyche law says,

crown's gonna have a field day
with caleb.

- Yeah. I know.

(door clicks open)
it's just...

- Caleb is taking
dr. Sharma hostage.

- What?
- Any demands?

- Yeah, he wants to speak
to jenny.

There's a unit ready
to escort you now.

- Is neil okay?
Is he, is he all right?

- Yes, he says he's fine,
he's okay.

There's an armed officer
on the scene with them.

- All right, let them know
what's happening.

- Yup.
- All right, let's go. - Okay, we gotta go.

(tense music builds,
door slams shut)

donovan: I'm not gonna let
anything happen to neil,

and we're not gonna let
anything happen to you.

(doors open, engines start,
sirens wail)

(doors slam shut)

(engine guns, tires screech,
sirens wail)

(engine guns, tires screech)

- 'kay, don't lie to him.
- Okay.

- Remember, we both want
the same outcome here.

- Yeah, okay. All right.

(blows out breath,
inhales and exhales deeply)

jenny: Hey.
Caleb: Dr. Cooper.

- Caleb, I'm here,

so, uh, see if you can
let neil go.

- I can't.

- Sorry, can you...?
- Lower your weapon.

- Thanks.

- Uh...

- Look, I understand
how frustrating it is

not being able to remember.

I get that, okay, and I will,
I will stay here with you

and we can just,
we can talk it out,

no matter how long it takes,

but I need you to let neil go.

- (shakily) n-n-no. I just...

I need to...

I need to know what happened,
now.

Right now.
- Okay.

Can you let neil go? Please?

- You examined my-my-my parents,
right?

- Mm-hmm.
- So, what's the truth?

Just the truth.

Am I the one who murdered them?

(tense music plays)

- it looks that way, yes.

(tense music builds)

- (grunts)

(gags)

(music intensifies)

(grunts)

(shaky moan) no!

(breathing hard)

- (quietly) neil.

- All right, get on the ground.
Get on the ground, now!

Put your hands on top
of your head.

- He didn't hurt me.
- It's okay.

- Get up.

- (gasping)

- oh, I should go with him!
- No, hey, stay. Stay.

I need to check you out.
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah. (exhales forcefully)

- okay, just breathe, okay?

- Is your job always like this?

- You know,
just on the good days.

- (laughs nervously)

(deep inhales and exhales)

(door shuts heavily)

(bag thunks on the floor,
jacket rustles)

(owl hoots outside)

(sighs heavily)

(owl hoots)

(sighs heavily,
vest rustles)

(owl hoots outside)

(vest thumps heavily)

(paper rustles)

(sighs heavily)

(phone clunks)

(glass clinks,
wine lid unscrews)

(jenny sighs heavily,
wine burbles quickly)

(screws lid into place)

(bottle thunks)

(glass clinks)

(deep inhale and exhale)

(sighs)

(sighs and sniffs)

(sighs)

hey, clark, this is jenny.

I, uh, I'm...

I'm sorry I haven't, uh,
really been around.

I uh...

I...

Look, I think,
I think we should talk.

If you could call me.

Thanks.

(phone clatters on counter)

(card rustles)

(upbeat "jingle bells" plays)

♪

- hmm.

(sniffs the air and sighs)

jenny: Good morning!

- It's a little bit early
for this.

- Mm-hmm.
- No?

- Well, I had a pretty rough
day yesterday

and I went to bed feeling
pretty crappy.

But when I woke up,
I couldn't stop thinking

about how lucky I was

to have you and grandpa,

and uh, you know, as long
as I have the two of you,

I don't need anything else.

- Okay, well then,
I can swing it for you.

Gordon: Ho! Ho! Ho!
Jenny: Hey, dad!

- Merry christmas!

- Merry christmas!
- How're ya doin'?

- Who wants their present?
- I do!

- No, hey, hey, no. Let me get
breakfast on the table first

and then presents.
- Oh, he can have--

- presents first, breakfast,
later.

- Dad, give me them.
- Okay.

- I will get you one that
you can open.

Ross: Okay.
- But not these.

- Is the big one mine?

(upbeat "jingle bells"
continues playing)

(ornament whirs)

(melancholy "jingle bells"
plays in a minor key)

(ornament whirs)

♪

- all right, ross,
you can open this--

(harsh whoosh)

♪

peggy: Merry christmas.

(hard slap)
gordon: Oh!

♪

♪

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