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We have reports of shots fired,

residence, between
North Highland

and Rosewood Avenue.

Arrived at residence.

Multiple units on the ground.

Suspect reported to be on foot

heading toward Melrose Avenue.

Armed and dangerous.

Everybody on the ground!

Now!

Damn it.

"Gallery 86 is now
one month behind on payment.

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

Declined, declined,
declined, declined.

Stop behaving like a child.

What are you doing?

We're minutes away from opening.

No, what are you doing?

We put everything we had
into this gallery.

You said it was doing well.

Where's the fucking money?

It's the economy.

Have you been living
under a rock?

- Bullshit.
- It's true.

I need you
to promise me something.

What?

That I wasn't wrong
to trust you.

Cross my heart.

This exhibit
better bring in some money.

Everything is gonna be...

okay.

You are gonna be okay.

Just keep breathing.

Okay.

This was a bad idea.

You can do this.

I can do this.

You know what?

I am so glad
I finally found time

to swing by and see you.

Yeah, I'm really glad!

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

- after all these years.
- Too long.

It has been too long.

Madeline, I'm home.

Oh!

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

Hey!

This is Dallas,
he's visiting from Indiana.

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

- Hey.
- Madeline's told me

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

Have a seat, babe!

So how was your day?

Oh, you know how it is.

Four clogged toilets,
three slowly draining sinks,

and one leaky faucet.

Well, Travis is
the best plumber in the area.

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

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

I'm good, yeah.

Madeline told me you served
Iraq, Afghanistan.

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

and I invited him
to come over and have dinner.

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

We went to the same high school
back in Marion

and our parents are
actually longtime friends.

Yeah.

What do you do?

Oh.

I'm a software engineer.

Sounds boring.

Oh, yeah, it is, it is,

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

That's fair.

You want some chicken?

Mm, yeah.

Salad, too. Can't quite reach.

Dallas, could you
pass the salad?

Thanks.

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

- You look great.
- Thank you, likewise.

- Bubbly?
- Thank you.

To you, my dear.

To our friendship.

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

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

So this one was
at a crazy music festival,

and this one just
really caught the vibe,

but you know what?

Let me just show you
my favorite.

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

the most beautiful sunset
I've ever seen.

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

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

- Exactly.
- What about this one?

St. John's Church,
Byblos, Lebanon.

Nadia Morcos's images...

...altogether express
the dichotomy of time.

Let me tell you a bit
about this collection.

Yeah, I'd love to hear that!

They were taken in Paris
in 2000.

Don't you love the architecture
on these buildings?

And this is outside
the Cafe Balzac.

Are you getting all this
or am I...

do I need to back it up?

I've been doing this
for 10 years.

I've followed your work
in the past.

You've been quite consistent!

- Thank you.
- Oh, hi, Bill.

And quite eclectic.

Excuse me.

So, who is this artist?

She's from Lebanon.

It's her first exhibit

following
a recent career change.

- She was an...
- ER nurse.

Couldn't handle
the stress anymore.

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

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

from Blueprint Arts.

Very nice to meet you.

You three get acquainted.

I have guests to schmooze.

Pardon me.

And your name is Handsome?

- Ross.
- Ross.

So what does Ross do?

- Collect.
- Collect.

Anything in particular?

Anything I particularly like.

Nice!

Follow me.

To Nadia and the start
of a brilliant career.

To you, Craig,
for your continuous support

and for constantly nagging me

to hold my first exhibit.

I had no choice, darling.

Your photographs speak
to the beauty of life

better than any poem.

I just had to have them.

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

Peruse, ponder,

and purchase.

Your work has lots
of blossoms and blooms.

Is there some kind
of underscore?

Yes, actually,
rebirth and new beginnings.

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

So your work reflects
personal experience then.

Absolutely. Growing up
in war-torn Lebanon

and then later immigrating
to the States.

How long ago?

Gosh, like 20 years ago?

And have you always wanted
to be a photographer?

For as long as I can remember.

I used to cut photographs
from magazines

when I was a kid.

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

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

And this is your first exhibit?

- Yes.
- Your job is not

to judge the artist,
but the art.

I'm getting to know
the artist first.

Her bio is on these walls!

There, there!

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

I don't have a problem, Cath,

because fortunately,
you don't work for me.

Because you can't afford me.

Colleagues.
We really love each other.

- So tell me more about this.
- Sure.

So this I took in Paris,
actually.

It was one of
my favorite photos.

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

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

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

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

Really good.

All right, I gotta ask.

You got any crazy stories
from over there?

No.

- Okay.
- Travis doesn't like

to talk about the war.

Oh.

I get it.

Okay.

Not bad, huh?

I like that one.

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

Look at all these photos.

Different places!

I want to go there.

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

You mean this?

At least you get to be outside
moving around,

not stuck between walls like me.

I can do more than this.

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

How are those?

So-so.

I'm hypoglycemic.

You keep those, I'll get my own.

You're not wearing a ring.

Not anymore.

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

I don't believe in marriage.

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

Personally,
I'd never put my future

in someone else's hands.

Interesting way to put it!

Let me get you some wine.

Thanks, but...

I've had my last drink.

Ah, clean and sober.

No, just sober.

Women, very complex
and incredibly hormonal.

Is that what it is?

Men, so much easier.

I like this piece.

You, my dear,
have a fabulous taste.

This is part
of a larger collection.

But let me show you the rest.

I like to think of them
as, well,

a dealmaker.

Here, follow me.

You know, I will say

I feel like we gave
those people their freedom,

and they owe us big, you know?

What do they owe you?

Well, we liberated them.

Liberated them from what?

Liberated them from what?

All their leaders?

I mean, their leaders to start,

but then they had
all those little groups,

and I felt like
we kinda liberated them

from those groups, too.

What do you know about it, huh?

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

Because,
from where I'm standing,

I think you were just sitting
comfortably behind a computer

in Marion, Indiana.

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

we should have let them
ride their camels

like they ride their wives,
you know?

Baby, please.

You're sitting at my table.

You're eating my food,
drinking my wine,

and you're gonna be
disrespectful

in front of my wife?

I was just trying
to make conversation.

Okay?

Babe.

Let's just enjoy our dinner.

I do feel like
we gave them too much

and we sacrificed too much
for nothing back in return.

Dallas.

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

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

I will stand by that.

What did you sacrifice for them?

Get the fuck off me!

No, please, both of you, stop!

What the fuck do you know?

You've got
a fucking temper, man.

- Yeah?
- Oh, my God.

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

Baby, please.

You're really gonna kill me?

Travis, please stop!

Travis, please stop!

Oh! Oh, my God!

Travis!

Travis, call an ambulance!

- Travis!
- Shit!

She demands your attention.

Absolutely.

I'm gonna look at her bio.

Great, I'll catch up
with you later.

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

Listen, I wanted
to apologize about earlier.

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

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

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

I know, I know.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

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

Would you mind putting my jacket
in the office?

Absolutely.

Nadia Morcos's images
hang proudly at Gallery 86,

all at once capturing
the frailty of life

as well as its beauty.

Seemingly
inconsequential moments

transformed into
expressions of life, love,

and the connection
of all things.

You sound as though
the photographer

has made you a fan of her work.

Ah, yes.

Habit.

As I get older,
my short-term memory

is not what it once was.

Time has a way
of erasing things.

Perhaps occasionally
for the best.

Have you met the artist?

I haven't had the pleasure yet.

But it would seem
our history precedes us.

What do you think?

- I think she's talented.
- Very.

- We need to talk.
- In a moment.

- Now.
- I'm sorry, Bill,

will you excuse me
for one moment?

- Sure.
- Excuse me.

This better be good.

Is this where
all the money's going?

Not now.

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

You know my only brother OD'd.

- It's just tonight.
- Bullshit!

And you promised me.

I'm sorry I believed you.

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

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

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

They're looking at you.

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

Right this way.

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

Absolutely.

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

You work is very impressive.

It seems inspired
by life's experiences.

Well, that's unavoidable.

Oh, excuse me.

Ah.

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

She's pretty.

Your wife?

Was my wife.

Your work is so expressive,

and this one, this one,

there's a striking aspect
of loneliness.

- Loneliness?
- Yeah.

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

Yeah, like this one.

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

perhaps suggesting
there's something missing

in your life.

Well, there's
nothing missing tonight.

Except buyers.

Do you feel lonely?

I might.

If more people don't show up.

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

- You, my dear!
- Really?

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

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

for five minutes.

Be right back!

Hi, let me introduce myself.

My name's Avi Dahan.

I'm your neighbor.

Neigh... oh, you live on Fairfax!

No, I'm from Israel.

Oh, those neighbors.

The ones that invaded
my country.

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

You just left that
up to your countrymen?

Everybody on the ground!

Now!

Get on the ground!

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

I said get on the ground!

Why didn't you?

Listen,
everybody just do what I say

and no one gets hurt.

Whose phone is that?

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

Turn it off.

You know what,
just give it to me.

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

Okay.

You know what,
everybody take out their phones,

wallets, and purses,
slide them to me.

Do it now, slide 'em!

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

Give me your phone,
give me your phone!

- Come on!
- There, there, there!

Okay, over here.

You got a phone?

You?

Anybody else?

- Is anybody back there?
- No, no.

Is anybody back there?

No, no!

All right, no funny business.

Don't try anything stupid, okay?

Is this it?

Anybody else?

Phones, wallets! Anything else!

Okay.

All right.

What do you want?

- Shut up!
- Okay.

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

We don't have money.

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

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

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

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

in the green purse...

Shut up!

You know what,
everyone over here.

Pretty boy, let's go, come on!

- That way.
- Okay.

Quick, everybody!

Over there, come on.

A little faster, come on.

Come on.

Let me see your hands.

Hands!

In the white, hands, okay.

What's in your hand?

- Hands?
- Hands.

What's in your hand?
In the white!

All right, we're good.

Are you good?

Everybody stay down.

And just shut up.

All right,
nobody do anything stupid.

Okay? All good?

You will serve just like
your grandfather and I served.

This is your duty!

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

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

I'm not joining the IDF.

I'm not killing people for land.

Your duty is to preserve
your identity,

your heritage!

How?

By erasing others' identities
and heritages?

You are beginning to sound
very American.

You sent me there
to get the best education.

Isn't that what you wanted?

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

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

Then go back to America!

Everybody just stay down

and shut the fuck up.

Okay?

I don't want
to hurt anybody, okay?

I just shot a man,

and I don't want
to shoot anyone else,

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

Please, just...

Don't talk to him.

You should listen
to your friend.

He's got his senses back.

He's not my friend.

No?

Hey? Look at me.

Look at me!

Look at me.

Is she your woman?

- Not in a million years.
- Absolutely not.

You jumped to protect her.

I saw it.

I saw it.

It was a reflex.

It looked like more
than a reflex to me.

No, that was a reflex.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Did he cheat on you?

Fuck!

Fuck!

Those sons of bitches are fast.

Be quiet. Please, Craig.

Craig, please.

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

Be quiet.
You're gonna get us killed.

I love you, I really do.

Craig, please.

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

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

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

I'm glad I'm here with you.

Shut the fuck up!

What are you laughing at,
huh, faggot?

Something funny?

Everything's fine.

Stay where you're at.

Stay down.

This is the Los Angeles
Police Department.

My name Mike Gallagher.

The gallery is
completely surrounded.

Just talk to us.

We're here to help.

What's your name?

I'm not telling you
my fucking name.

We had reports
that gunshots were fired.

Is anyone hurt?

Nobody's hurt.

Good, good.

So how can I help?

I don't want your fucking help.

Fucking cops.

I mean, am I right?

Who really likes cops,
am I right?

I don't.

Of course you don't.

They kill Black guys every day.

What's your name, huh?

Dwayne.

Dwayne.

What do you do, Dwayne, huh?

Do you deliver?

I wasn't even
supposed to be here.

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

This isn't even my area
of delivery.

That sucks.

Please, stop that noise.

You mean this noise?

Steven?

It's not working, Dad.

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

Steven, did you stop
taking your meds again?

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

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

when we see him.

Listen to me.

Steven?

I'm sorry, Dad.

No!

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

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not to temptation

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom
and the power

and the glory forever. Amen.

What's your name?

Fiona.

You scared of dying, Fiona?

I'm scared of dying.

I'm scared of living.

I've never left California.

I'm scared of dying, too.

When I served in Afghanistan...

...and Iraq.

I'm betting five in.

Just gonna randomly
throw that king in?

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

We're under attack!

Grab your shit,
get the fuck out now!

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

I saw death

almost every day.

For two years.

Who told you to move?

She's all right.

- Right?
- Mhm.

See?

She's all right.

Mr. Big Shot.

Have you ever been in the war?

Huh?

Have you ever
sacrificed everything

for your country?

See, I thought you hadn't.

Oh, no, I know you, man.

You're the kind of guy

who's always had everything
handed to him.

I work hard
for everything I had.

You have no idea
what my life has been like.

Nothing was handed to me.

But it was all taken away.

She's going after
everything you've got

'cause of this goddamn prenup.

She can have it all.

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

the cars, the stocks,
everything.

Not everything.

Oh, yes, that's right.

Apparently you stood strong
on your art collection.

That's right.

How much is that worth?

$200,000, right?

Why are you doing this, Ross?

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

you're going to have
nothing left.

Nothing of value.

I already lost
everything that mattered.

You should fight this.

She's the one
who cheated on you.

I'm done fighting.

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

I want to end my marriage.

And you're gonna reward her
by giving her everything

that you've worked hard for.

I can always get new things.

Work harder, make more money.

None of that matters to me.

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

that remind me of her.

You have no idea
what my life has been like.

I worked hard
for everything I had.

But it was all taken back.

How about you shut the fuck up?

Before I put a bullet
in your skull

and make it look
a little more interesting.

Understood?

Fuck.

This guy's a lunatic.

He needs to be stopped.

Are you crazy?

Fuck.

You want to play hero

and get all of us killed
with you.

Have a better plan?

Yeah. I want to stay alive
like everyone else.

Oh, that sounds good.

How are you gonna do that,
exactly?

By keeping quiet.

Perhaps you should do the same.

Hey!

You two crazy lovers

can't spend a minute

not talking to one another,
can you?

Can you?

Is that what's goin' on?

No.

Hey!

What are you doin'?

Are you writing coded
messages to them or somethin'?

- Who?
- You know who.

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

I'm only writing
to calm myself down.

I have panic attacks.

The hell is this?

Grab snacks.

He looks hungry.

Walking back to us.

Looked unsettled and scared.

Two underlines, huh?

How's your anxiety?

Worse.

I can't sleep at night,

and I can't concentrate
during the day.

How's the frequency of your

elevated heart rate?

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

I started a new position.

The pay is better,
but the workload is heavier

and more stressful.

I think I need
something stronger.

You're taking the maximum dose.

I can't give you
anymore medication,

but we could try
something else.

- Like what?
- There are a myriad

of coping mechanisms.

Writing can be helpful.

Writing?

That's what I do
at work all day,

writing reviews.

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

In patients with
a high level of anxiety,

writing everything
that comes to mind

has been proven to be
extremely helpful.

Like a journal?

Not exactly,

just everything and anything
that goes through your mind,

whether it be
about you or others.

Writing helps you
stay focused

and calm.

You really think
it can help me?

I do.

I'm going to refill your

prescription for Xanax...

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

Try to do things
that help you relax.

Actually, tomorrow I'm
covering a photo exhibit.

It should be fun!

May I please have it back?

Please?

You want it back?

Please!

This?

Please!

Write this down.

- Fucking write it now!
- Yes.

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

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

...who served his country

with the utmost courage.

With the utmost...

- Courage.
- ...courage.

You gotta be kidding me.

Stop fucking calling!

Shots fired.

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

Hello?

Please, please don't kill me!

Please don't kill me!

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

I didn't mean to shoot you.

Keep pressure on it, okay?

Are you a doctor?

I was a nurse.

Do you want me to check that?

This?

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

Look, stop calling!

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

No cops, just paramedics.

We don't need
any paramedics.

Well, then what do you need?

I need to think,

so just stop calling

'cause I can't fucking think

when you're calling

all the time!

I have also
seen death many times.

I understand how you feel.

What the fuck
are you talking ' about?

We're a lot alike.

You have no idea

how I feel.

I lived it

in Lebanon for many years.

I know how you feel.

All the things I've seen.

The things we've done.

All the things we've done.

Where's the next attack?

He says, "I don't know."

Where's the next attack?

He says he doesn't know.

Fuck this, I got a better idea.

Gunnery!

What the fuck are you doin'?

Back off, marine.

Tell him I'm gonna
count to three.

If he doesn't answer
my question by then,

I'm gonna blow
his fuckin' head off.

Tell him!

One...

...two...

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

Just fucking tell him!

Maybe he doesn't know anything.

Fuckin' liar.

What the fuck, man?

You said you
weren't gonna kill him!

You said you were
just gonna mess around!

That was not
your call to make,

and you should not have
made it that way.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck?

We killed him.

We killed him.

It was all okay.

It was all okay.

Do you know why?

No.

'Cause we're the good guys.

After the war,

I felt lost

and angry for a very long time,

but I've learned something.

If you can look
within yourself

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

and hold onto it,

I promise you
you can feel peace again.

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

Yes, it does.

I...

I need, I need to figure out

what I'm gonna do

before they come in here.

So, just stay down.

Stay down.

He's not responding.

Not pickin' up.

I shot him.

I think I killed him.

I fuckin' killed him.

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

It was a long day,

and I just wanted
to see my wife.

So glad I finally
found time

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

- Too long.
- It has been too long.

Madeline, I'm home.

Hey!

Maybe he's not dead.

Yeah, he might still be alive.

You could claim self defense.

Everybody shut the fuck up!

You don't know.

What, what do you
think he's doing?

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

I thought I was
the fatalistic one.

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

- Are you freakin' nuts?
- What?

I'm hypoglycemic.

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

I lost a lot of blood.

Take slow,
deep breaths, okay?

Slow.

Ah, shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Oh, shit!

You think the cops can
see us through those windows?

I hope so, they'll save us.

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

We'll all be dead in seconds.

Don't say that, just...

he's traumatized.

It's a worst-case scenario.

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

But you don't know that!

We just have to
keep our heads down.

Everybody up!

Everybody up!

Get the fuck up, now!

Up! Up! Come on!

- Go! Go!
- Okay, get up.

Okay.

Now...

slowly...

put up your hands.

Come on.

Up, up.

Up, up!

There we go.

Nice and slow.

Come towards the windows.

Keep movin'.

Hands up.

Move it!

Nice and easy.

Keep movin'.

Keep on goin'.

Hands up.

Keep it walkin'.

Okay.

Keep your hands up,

and slowly turn around
and face me.

Keep those hands up.

Good.

Now don't move.

Don't move.

Who took these?

Who took these?

I did.

Real nice.

I don't wanna
fuckin' talk to anybody.

Look, we're not goin' anywhere

until we know everybody's safe,

including you.

Let us help you.

I already told you

I don't want your help.

How about if you release
some of the hostages,

and we'll have
some food sent in,

okay?

How many people are in there?

You just don't get it, man.

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

What don't I get?

Help me understand!

We can end this peacefully
without anybody getting hurt.

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

I see them out there.

I see your snipers.

They've got lasers on me

ready to shoot.

They're not going to shoot.

You have my word.

Your word?

Your word doesn't
mean anything to me.

Well, it's up to you now.

All you have to do
is trust me.

Trust you?

How?

How can I trust you

when I can't even trust myself?

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

Get back.

Please, get back.

Don't worry.

Trust me.

Stand back!

Or I'll put a bullet
in your skull.

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

Do it.

Okay.

Look, you haven't
hurt any of us.

I'm hurt!

We can still walk
out of here alive.

You...

you can put an end
to this, okay?

I shot a man...

...and I think I killed him.

He might still be alive.

He was bleedin'.

And Madeline was upset.

I just ran out.

No, no,
he could still be alive.

Look, look, look!

Look, we're all alive.

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

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

Just shut up.

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

You don't have to do this.

There's no other way.

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

There is always,
always a way out!

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

What do you fuckin' know?

Huh?

What do you know?

Oh, I know.

My wife,

my wife...

was shot and killed

by a 17-year-old.

So, I understand.

I understand your pain,

and I get...

...how long it hurts.

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

Why didn't you?

It wouldn't change anything.

Wouldn't take away the pain,

and it wouldn't bring her back.

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

Not for people like me.

That's not true.

You're a good guy.

I wanted to be.

Hey, don't do it.

Think of Madeline.

Madeline!

What did you
sacrifice for them?

Baby, no!

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

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

I'm sorry, Madeline.

Ms. Morcos,

how 'bout we talk
about your friend?

Who, Craig?

No, Avi Dayhan.

I don't know him.

- Mr. Dayhan.
- It's Dahan.

- Mr. Dahan.
- Thank you.

Did you have any prior
relationship with anyone there?

Look, I already
told you what happened.

From your notebook:

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

Cathy, why were Avi
and Nadia arguing?

I don't remember.

I was writing notes
to calm myself down.

My psychiatrist recommended it

when I get panic attacks.

There was so much
tension between them.

Can you be more specific?

He just seemed to
want her back.

Oh, and I remember she said,

"Not in a million years!"

Are you sure about that, Fiona?

Absolutely!

Is Ms. Nadia Morcos
your friend?

No.

Have you ever met her?

She's Lebanese
and I'm Israeli.

What are the chances
of us meeting?

You tell us.

So, all this
display of emotions,

all that for a man
you met today.

What can I say, he leaves
quite an impression.

What time did you get there?

The first time
or the second time?

Did you go in twice?

- Uh, yes.
- Why?

I was there when
the show started,

then I left and came back.

And why did you come back, Nick?

To support my boyfriend.

Why, is that a problem?

How long has your boyfriend
had a drug problem?

He doesn't!

I mean,

not for long.

I did catch him
doing some today.

Know anything about this?

Never seen that before.

Have you ever
done cocaine, Craig?

Oh, God, no!

Shall we do a blood test?

What were you doing
at 86 Melrose Avenue?

Delivering a package?

And what was in the package?

Why were you at the gallery,

when the package is
addressed to Mr. Beaumont?

- What?
- The package is being handled

by a special
law enforcement unit

for suspicious content.

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

My, my manager did

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

Travis has PTSD.

I thought you said
you didn't know him?

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

I have it too.

"Travis is a war hero,

a marine who served his country
with the utmost courage,

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

It was very intense.

Everyone was panicking.

Ross, did you know
this guy Travis?

Oh, no.

He was some crazy
ex-marine who stormed in.

How did you know
he was an ex-marine?

He told us.

What else did he say?

He said he killed a man.

He was very upset.

Here you go!

Oh.

Thank you for these.

Of course.

I was getting so dizzy.

I'm sure.

So, they spoke a lot

and argued a lot.

And that guy
with the gun, Travis,

he called them
"crazy lovebirds."

Crazy lovebirds?

Uh-huh.

And then Nadia told Travis

that she and he
had a lot in common.

- A lot in common?
- Yeah.

Something about
both being in, um,

Lebanon.

Oh, and that other guy,

he was jealous.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Hm.

I don't know her, but...

but she has talent.

Very visual.

She uses her dark past
to express her present life.

Dark past?

Growing up in Lebanon
during the war?

Seems pretty dark to me.

How about Avi,

the man with the beard?

Oh, he's conceited.

I've seen him before
at other exhibits.

Seems to come from money.

Likes to buy art.

So you're saying that
you and your boyfriend

didn't know anyone there
except for the photographer?

Nadia's a friend.

Cathy and Bill
are art critics,

we've met before.

The rest we didn't know.

Why don't you tell me
about Nadia Morcos.

I've known her
for over ten years.

She's such a sweetheart.

Was she and Mr. Dahan
in a relationship?

Be serious.

Travis?

You're kidding, right?

Do you even know
Avi or Travis?

No.

Guys with beards are
definitely not my type.

The other one is a homophobe.

He called me a faggot.

You really want that blood test!

I'm telling you the truth!

Care to know what
was in the package?

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

Batteries,
batteries with wires.

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

Mr. Beaumont is at
68 Melrose Avenue.

Which means that you...

were at the wrong address.

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

Really?

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

You could say that.

You guys live on
opposite sides of the city.

Tell us, what
makes you neighbors?

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

Anything else you care to add?

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

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

everything that
you need to know.

He's dead.

What?

He wasn't gonna hurt anyone.

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

You didn't have to shoot him.

He shot himself.

Am I under arrest,
or can I go?

Hey,

how was it?

They tried really hard
to connect us.

Us?

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

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

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

Maybe!

In the afterlife.

I hope so!

Maybe then we can
have some peace,

even for a moment!

Hello, sir.

Hello, David.

Straight home, Mr. Dahan?

Yes, please.

Friend of yours, sir?

Neighbor.

Come in.

What's this?

It's my letter
of resignation.

What?

I almost died last week.

I wanna travel and discover
new places before I die.

Life is so unpredictable.

Feeling yourself

relaxing into the support

behind and...

This is Cathy.

Need you at
the gallery by 7:00.

Sure, I'm on it.

Good to have you back.

Close your eyes
and let go.

Feel the lightness
of your body.

My name is Bill.

Hi, Bill.

My son,

Steven,

shot himself

six months ago.

I haven't been able to grieve

or talk about it since.

Hi!

I'm Ross.

Tina.

You're much more beautiful
than your profile pictures.

Oh, thank you.

Can I get you a beer?

- Yes, please.
- Great!

Uh, bartender,
two beers, please.

Sorry, traffic.

I understand.

Sorry I'm late.

Are you kidding?

You are always late.

Don't you look happy!

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

Are you and Nick
finally getting married?

Nick and I have separated,

but we're still
business partners.

I'm so sorry, Craig.

We still love each other,

but I guess love's not enough.

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

You know your little exhibit,

the one I nagged you
incessantly to do?

How could I forget?

We have a buyer.

Are you serious?

What piece got bought?

All the pieces
that survived the bullets.

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

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

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

No joke,
you're a sensation

thanks to me, of course.

Now you're off to
a new successful career.

Wait a minute,
you're saying people bought

every single piece
that survived?

Not people, one person,

and apparently he's
quite a fan of yours.

Fan?

A fan by the name
of Avi Dahan.

The Israeli?

Oh, before I forget,

this also came for you.

You gonna go?

You deserve a fresh start.

This is gonna be
a new chapter.

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

I'm good for now, thank you.

- Oh, sorry!
- Oh!

Sorry I'm late.

Better late than never.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Come on, here.
- Thank you.

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