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? Words that we used to say

? Back when we were dreaming

? Larger than life, soaring

? We were gold

? Glowing warm and bright

? You wrapped me up So tightly with promises ?

? You said I'm not just A mother ?

? A sister, a daughter

? That I am much more

? It's all over

? There's no explanation

? But it should have been us

? I should be the one

? Who caught your attention

? Had all your affections

? I was perfect

? Gave you, everything

? I thought we

? Could have had it all

? I could have stood And made you ?

? So proud to know me

? But, I won't go quietly

? I won't be just some mother

? Or sister or daughter

? Or nobody

? To be kept

"Things Look Good" by Sleeping in the Aviary

Here you go.

How 'bout that autumn air, huh?

How 'bout that autumn air.

Wake up, will ya. I don't need to see that.

Like I don't know who you are.

Every freakin' time with the ID.

Hey.

How's the day going?

Not much of a talker, huh?

Hey. Go back to where you were.

- What's going on? - Go back over there.

- Get back over there. - Get back over there.

- Hey. - Hey!

Get back over there! Alright.

What did you not understand?

Get back to the other side of the street.

Hey! Back up!

- Right here? - Right there's good.

Okay, right there. Don't move.

You're not gonna find my prints on it anyway.

I always wear work gloves.

So you sure you didn't see or hear anything strange

last night?

No.

Guys, I don't care what you do up there

but take it easy, okay?

So last night. Anything out of the ordinary?

Nothing.

- Nothing at all? - Nothing.

Sergeant Winslow...

- Under the bed. - I have a permit for that.

You have a gun in there?

Yeah. It's unloaded.

Open it up.

Put it back where you found it.

I want to see that permit.

- Right now? - No, we can get to that later.

Last night. What time did you go to bed?

One. One-thirty.

And you didn't see anything at all?

I was in my garage all night. I didn't see anything.

Mind if we take a look?

Well, supposing something were to have happened

in your back yard before you went to sleep,

do you think you would have noticed?

I don't know.

I had a few drinks out here and I get pretty fixated on my work.

Is this your job?

Yeah. I make a little extra money

fixing and refurbishing motors, generators, stuff like that.

- Extra? - Yeah. I'm a vet.

- Oh, right: the leg. - The leg.

You own the place?

My parents left it to me.

It's a pretty sweet deal.

Government check, no mortgage.

Get to tinker in the garage all day.

Yeah, it's super sweet. Super sweet.

All it cost me was my parents and my ability to run.

So tell me, soldier boy, why on God's green Earth

would someone dump a body in your back yard?

I don't know, man, you tell me. I don't tinker as a detective.

So that's your story?

Honestly, there's nothing else.

Funny thing is, when people say honestly they're usually lying.

- I don't lie. - Oh come on!

I'm not any good at remembering my lies

so I just tell the truth.

- You never lie? - Never.

- Ever? - Never.

So, what you're not telling us

is we should be paying attention to.

Guess you've got me figured out.

What is it about me that makes you think I'm an idiot?

Tell me, is it my ears, my nose? My suit?

It's got to be something, Steve,

'cause you're treating me like I'm an idiot.

You're hurting my feelings.

Now come on. Can we work together on this thing?

- What thing? - What thing!?

Oh, I don't know. We got a vet with a history

of violent outbursts and a dead girl in his back yard.

Now, why do I think you had something to do with it?

You suffer from dark thoughts.

You're right. I do.

It's a character flaw, I'll admit it.

But it is a real problem for you.

Oh, okay.

Then you wanna tell me why we found her car

parked a block from your house?

So you know who she is?

And you don't? Come on!

Let me tell you, right now you need to start thinking about

what else we're gonna find in that car.

Like finger prints for example.

Or better yet, start thinking about how sweet

you're gonna look to the boys on cell block B.

Now, you can either give it up to them

or you can give it up to me.

That's funny. You think you can run a game on me?

You're right. I am!

You're a perceptive guy, Steve.

It's probably an accident, right?

These things happen. It's understandable.

But all of a sudden, somebody ends up dead.

I let you guys go through my place, top to bottom.

Been nothing but cooperative.

Do you think I would do that if I had something to hide?

So you don't know her?

- No, I don't know her. - Awful pretty though.

- Don't you think so, Sarge? - Definitely a looker.

Hell, I'd fuck her. And I don't even like women.

And Steve here don't lie, right?

So be honest, Steve, would ya? Ya know?

I don't want to get as blue as Phillips here, but, would ya?

With a dead girl?

I don't know, maybe that's your kink.

Do I need a lawyer?

This isn't TV, Steve, just a witness interview.

No Miranda necessary.

We can always get you later. Read you your rights then.

There's nothing to get me for.

Then there's no reason not to answer our questions.

You're asking me do I think she's pretty?

Do you?

I can honestly say...

she's the most beautiful girl I've seen in my entire life.

Drop me at the corner.

Oh, here he is!

I seen that cop drop you off, killer.

How you like killing helpless women, huh?

Hey, I'm on the news tonight.

I actually got some compliments about you.

- Weirdo! - Yeah.

Freak.

It's been a chaotic day here

in this usually quiet neighborhood of New Britain.

I'm here on Gautama Street where, earlier this morning,

at this house right behind me, a man made a grisly discovery:

the body of a young woman, reportedly stabbed to death,

lying lifeless in his own back yard.

Police were dispatched to the scene when homeowner,

- Steven Warren called 911... - Oh, nice robe.

...stating that a woman, who he did not know

and appeared to be deceased,

was found propped up in his back yard.

The victim, 27-year-old Diane Fae of New Britain,

a talented singer known for her performances

with the local community theater,

was pronounced dead at the scene.

News spread quickly and alarmed residents

gathered in the streets, trying to make sense of this tragedy.

A murder, on this street? It makes me sick to my stomach.

How many kids you got, lady.

All I can say is that I'm not surprised the police are here

right now. I'm sure something bad happened,

and, umm, hopefully the police will figure it out.

Mr. Warren, who made this shocking discovery,

declined to be interviewed.

We're told his family has owned the property for several decades

and that he currently lives alone.

Few details are known at this time

about the victim's cause of death,

other than initial reports that she had been stabbed--

Stop!

Ugh, shit.

Diane Fae.

Here's to you.

Wish I knew you.

Thanks for that. Been a long time comin'.

Tell me you love me.

You promised.

Hey Steve-o!

- Is this the right address? - He's coming, he's coming.

Steve-o!

Here he is.

You lose your crutch, killer?

You guys banging around out here?

Are we whaa?

Making noise? It's not you?

Uhmmm...

You tossing some shit up on my roof?

Were you tossing shit on his roof?

- No. - Are you sure?

- Mm-hm. - No.

But maybe you're hearing things though.

Maybe noises from above.

It's probably God knocking. Maybe he's comin' to collect.

What do you think, Mal?

About what? About... Oh yeah!

I dunno. Well maybe, I mean,

I don't think God likes guys who kill woman.

I dunno. Maybe that's just me.

No, probably not!

You guys are cute, you're having some fun.

Listen, I catch you on my property again

it's gonna be trouble, okay.

You already got trouble, killer. Look.

That's right, I'm a killer. But I don't kill women.

- Oh. Tough ex-Marine, right. - Right.

- Army. - Army. Shit.

- Let's go boys. - All right.

- Sidewalk. Let's go. - Alright.

Sidewalk. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Alright.

Don't forget this.

- My walkin' stick now, bitch. - Yup.

Looked like he was really about to go at it with those two.

Yeah. Then we'd have to rush right over.

Hard-dee-fuckin'-har.

Not funny, Chet.

I thought it was.

- Pack it up, kids. - What? Why?

We got Diane Fae's cell records.

No calls to or from a Mr. Steven Warren

- to a Ms. Diane Fae. - Are you kidding?

Gets even better.

No prints on the screwdriver... or the car.

Also, I got an expedited toxicology report.

She's doped to the gills. Benzo.

If she didn't die from the stab wound,

downers would have killed her anyway.

She have a prescription for Valium?

No, not according to the husband.

- It's worth looking into. - Maybe.

If you guys wanna keep an eye on him, it's your time, your dime.

- Got it? - Yeah, yeah.

- Okay, Sarge. - If not, get some sleep.

- Goodnight, Sarge. - Goodnight.

Did you know, a fae is the same thing as a fairy?

Fae...

...a metaphysical, supernatural or preternatural enchantress

noted for their mischief and malice.

You are such a fucking dork.

I got your ass!

Hey!

I gotcha.

Come here!

Hi, Steve.

That's my ride, Becca.

That's the guy I've been telling you about.

You're early, handsome.

Why did you break your promise to me?

You said you'd be dead too.

I, uhh...

I found another guy, Steve.

Yeah, who's that, Skip?

You can keep the Briggs for parts.

Saw you on the tube last night, hot shot.

How'd you end up with a dead girl in the back yard?

Somebody trying to send you a message?

You got a message for me? I'm listening.

Just a theory...

Oh.

You're the guy. You're the guy who found the dead girl.

Mike, it's the guy from TV. He found that dead singer.

I heard that she was, like, all bloody and disgusting.

Actually, she was beautiful.

Diane Fae.

I know I know you.

Tell me you love me.

You promised.

You motherfuckers!

Hey!

- Wassup? - What is it with you guys?

Thought we'd take a look and see

where you killed that singer girl.

Yeah, Lenny and I were just talking...

and, umm, we don't like guys who kill women living on our street.

- Okay. - It's not good for the...

- Ya know... - Who wants the first punch?

- What? - First one's free.

Okay, well... you serious?

There's two of us and one of you.

You each get one.

- We're gonna kill you. - Sounds good, man.

Really?

Wow.

Alright, ya know, fuck it. Let's just... Do it.

- Lenny... - Yeah.

There ya go.

Let me just... I don't want to...

Gotta save that for later.

Do you want to?

- All you, Mal. - Really? That's nice of you.

But, seriously, go. I don't even wanna...

Uh! Fuck!

Get up, bitch, get up.

Alright, Steve-O, your fuckin' shot.

Get up, my man, get up. Oh fuck!

Oh, that fuckin...

Fuck. Ahh! Fuck, dude, my fucking right and my left ear.

Owww!

I ever see you again, I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Yeah. I... I... Owww!!

Owww! Alright! Fuck!

Take this fucking cane with you!

I don't want the fucking cane!

Ya little prick.

Hey, babe! Can I get a beer?

- What's the magic word? - Abracadabra.

Oh, you need to get a new joke!

Oh, someone's fast.

- Oh, you're quick. Come here! - No, no! Stop! Be careful!

Come here!

Stop tickling me!

I'm gonna pee this couch!

Oh, you're gonna pee on the couch?

-Yes. -You're gonna pee. That's gross.

- Did you pee? - No.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

No, Steve.

This is the only place that we can be together.

If you do what you promised, we can be anywhere you want to be.

Ah!

Together forever.

Together forever and ever.

Tell me you love me.

Help you with something?

Security camera.

Yeah, I'd be paranoid if I were you, too.

You got it or not?

So you been thinking about my theory?

Someone trying to send me a message?

No, I thought whoever did it might come back.

Hmm.

Does this stuff even work?

Yeah, it works great.

Three-hundred-sixty-five days, ten years,

never failed me. Then I went digital.

How much?

Everything all in, for you, fifty bucks.

- For me. Twenty. - Twenty?

Tapes. High grade, premium tapes.

I've worked on the camera. I've worked on the deck.

Everything in front of you is gonna work fabulous.

Work with me a little bit. Forty-five dollars.

Bunch of old stuff. I'll give you twenty.

Okay, the whole idea of negotiation

is meet somewhere in the middle. Can you help me a little bit?

- I got twenty. - Twenty. Twenty cash?

- Yeah. - Fine. Done.

I hope your killer does come back.

Me too.

That's for glass.

What's the point of that anyway?

It's therapeutic.

- Where's your cane? - I threw it out.

- Still got the limp, I see. - Yeah. I'm working on it.

How did that happen, anyway?

Defending democracy.

Benzodiazepine?

Valium?

Someone drugged her and then they stabbed her?

We, uh, we don't know what happened.

Maybe you know something we don't.

You're Bernard, right?

- And you're Detective Phillips? - That's right.

Just trying to keep this straight...

'Cause Bernard's the commie, right?

And you definitely didn't know her?

Again, no.

Do you have any enemies?

A few guys in the neighborhood, a couple punks,

giving me a hard time about this.

But no, I don't have any enemies...

not on this side of the Atlantic.

You took someone's favorite seat on the bus...

You complained that your neighbor's rap music

was too loud...

You're banging somebody's wife... Something like that?

It's too weird to be a coincidence for me too.

I was thinking that the killer always returns

to the scene of the crime.

So, I'm gonna get him on tape.

And...

you guys are amazing and I hate to burst your bubble

but you're not the first with a theory

that someone was trying to send me a message.

Or that I had an enemy.

Guy that sold me that had the same idea.

Did you know the victim was married?

No. I didn't see or read that.

Husband thinks his little singer was cheating on him.

So now I'm bangin' someone's wife?

You guys want some straight answers,

give me some straight questions.

- Were you fucking her, Steve? - No.

If I had been, she'd still be alive.

Ha! You would have protected her, is that it?

That's right.

Diane performed on stage that night,

she left the theater, and no one ever saw her again.

Is there a question?

- Did you kill Diane Fae? - No.

Do you know who killed Diane Fae?

No.

- Take a guess. - Her husband maybe.

Funny.

He said the same thing about you.

Really strong opinion on that particular point.

Almost as strong as his alibi.

And you're a local celebrity now, Steve.

Face is all over the news, you're not a hard man to find.

I think that you'd better be watching your ass.

Any other advice, commie?

No. But I have a fun fact for you.

I'm dying to hear it.

In our line of work, there are no coincidences.

You think the butler did it, the butler did it.

There's no mystery, there's no TV whodunit.

- It's always your best suspect. - Not this time.

The two of you will have to do a little detective work.

Or, perhaps we'll get lucky

and the killer will return to the scene of the crime.

See, I think that you got your little camera there

to protect yourself from all those enemies you don't got.

I guess I scored a hundred percent

or I'd be taking another ride.

Yeah.

We know where to find you.

I'm not giving you what you want, Steve.

- Tell me you love me. - I love you.

My body was flesh and blood.

But there are countless fragments

that form my mind and soul.

My hopes and dreams were mine alone.

I controlled my own destiny.

And now, I'm just an image to you.

We'll never know what we could have been, together,

floating in this void between time and space,

all because you broke your promise to me!

I've already taken my medicine.

Now do what you promised.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

You promised!

Whoa!

No way.

I love you!

Diane, I love you!

Come on!

That is total bullshit.

World of knowledge at your fingertips. Come on...

Ghost.

Angry ghost.

Very angry ghost.

Okay. Diane, here we go honey...

"Ghosts or apparitions of the dead..."

"...or sounds associated

with inexplicable disturbances are the lingering

emotional residue of people who have passed."

"They are unable to make the transition from

the physical state into the spirit world,

these lost souls..."

...this is amazingly poetic.

"These lost souls exist in a limbic state of emotional shock

induced by sudden death or a lifetime of suffering...

...unable to understand what's happening to them

until someone breaks through to explain they must

depart Earth's sphere to the next state of consciousness."

Awesome. Great.

Diane, you're dead!

Go into the light.

All right, Diane, here we go, then.

Here's the goods, honey.

"In nearly all chronologically documented cases

of escalating supernatural phenomenon,

leading to physical synergy, witnesses report cold spots,"

none of that, "sounds," check, "voices," check,

"shadows of figures...

...until the spirit or spirits manifest their will

to interact with physical worlds,

moving objects, touching eyewitnesses,

and in rare cases even being known to harm the living."

You know what...

Bring it, Diane.

You promised!

Are you Steven Warren?

Yeah.

I'm Markus Willeford, Diane Fae's husband.

Are you the one who found my wife?

I don't want any trouble. I just...

I just wanted to talk to you.

I didn't have anybody else to talk to.

- What do you wanna talk about? - I don't know...

I just...

Who would do this, Steve?

Who would do this to my Diane?

I don't know.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

No. You needed this.

I understand.

I don't know what I wanted to do.

But I'm glad it turned out like this.

I'm glad that... that we're just talking.

Me too.

I failed her, Steve.

And I was her number one fan. I mean, that's how we met.

Diane was amazing.

She could sing like an angel, and...

I knew she was a handful

but I felt like the luckiest guy in the world

when she called me up and asked me to come get her.

I thought I was saving her.

But in the end, I just turned out to be the one

who was helping destroy her dreams.

All she wanted was to sing, to be a star,

and she should have been.

It was my fault.

Anything she did, it was my fault!

I mean, I tried. God, I tried to give her a good life,

some stability.

But I could barely make ends meet, let alone afford a place

for her in New York, and if I could have...

none of this would've happened.

I'm sorry.

Markus, I don't mean to be disrespectful or weird

but is there anything strange happening to you?

Where you live?

What do you mean?

- All right, I'll just say it. - I think Diane is here.

Like a ghost.

Like a ghost?

I've seen her right in front of me, plain as day.

Just like the two of us talking, right here.

- Okay! - No! Please, please don't go!

Please!

I don't have anyone else to talk to about this.

Please sit down.

Just hear me out and then if you want to beat the hell out of me

or whatever, I won't stop you.

I was a soldier.

In Afghanistan.

Been awhile now.

I saw a lot there. I did a lot.

And when they sent me home,

I felt like I let all my friends down.

Like a lot of them would have made it back

if I'd have been there to help them but...

Death there is so ugly.

It comes so quickly.

And Diane, she was beautiful.

She was perfect.

And she was so sad.

I felt like I could help her.

Like I knew her.

And then I knew the cops would come

and that they would take her away

and I didn't want to lose her so I took a picture of her.

And that's why I think she's here still.

You're an asshole.

Seeing ghosts and...

You, you need to see a psychiatrist! God!

You're lucky I don't... Ohhh!

"Waiting Room Blues" by She Is So Beautiful/She Is So Blonde

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

I won't let you forget me, Steve.

- Hi. - Hi.

- You in this? - Yeah.

Reduced to community theater.

It takes a lot of talent, singing and dancing.

Yeah, that nobody sees.

I thought a lot of people went to these.

I meant the world. But it'll have to do.

I'll come. I'll tell people

I knew you before you were famous.

I had my shot. I just do this to torture myself.

Look, if you do come, come late.

I close the show and I'm the only one worth seeing.

- Well, keep this. - Keep it.

I'll be there. 7:00 PM, the Cultural Center. I'll be there.

All right.

I'll see you there.

? Words that we used to say

? Back when we were dreaming

? Larger than life, soaring

? We were gold

? Glowing warm and bright

? You wrapped me up So tightly with promises ?

? You said I'm not just A mother ?

? A sister, a daughter

? That I am much more

? It's all over

? There's no explanation

- Hey! You were great! - Thanks.

You're the guy from the bus stop.

Yeah. Told you I'd come.

- Diane. - Steve.

You probably have plans,

but I'd love to take you to a cup of coffee.

Does it bother you that I'm married?

Oh no, he's not here.

He's traveling on business, as usual.

But at least he's not smothering me.

Do you wanna go get that cup of coffee?

Sure.

Are you kidding me? That is a big deal...

Serving in the military. Going to war.

I was just doing my duty.

Is that how you hurt your leg?

We don't have to talk about that.

Well, if you don't want to talk about it

why don't you do something about it?

- Like what? - Like get rid of it.

Uhh, I still need it.

You hardly even limp.

I promise you, if you get rid of that you'd be just fine.

If it bothers you that much

why don't you talk to somebody about it?

I don't really have anyone to talk to.

All my friends back here, they moved away a long time ago.

And the friends I left behind, the ones that made it back,

they live in other states, have families...

reenlisted...

or disappeared.

I don't know where they...

I don't have any friends or family.

Maybe that's my problem.

I guess I'm depressed.

- Ridiculous... - No. Those are real problems.

Not like mine.

Like what?

Do you really wanna hear?

If you wanna tell me.

Well, I'm a failure.

That's my problem.

Luck, timing, talent: those are the three things you need

in this business, and in that order,

unless you have connections.

You kidding me. With your looks and how talented you are.

No. No, that only got me halfway there.

I mean, I did a few Broadway chorus-lines;.

I had great representation.

I fronted a lounge act for a while,

and, you know, that was fun, it's just...

I even did a major label showcase!

And then, the big city, the expenses,

they just caught up to me.

And the only one to catch my fall was the wrong guy.

Your husband.

My husband.

He had a steady job. He's hardly a Rockefeller.

I know.

Hey, we all make bad decisions, right?

Tell me about it.

Hey, you were so good tonight. Great. You were great tonight.

Thank you.

But there were like five people in the audience.

God, I seriously don't know why I do it anymore.

It makes me want to kill myself.

Well, it's a good thing we met. I'm your number one fan.

- Oh. - There's six of us, I think.

Well, that's a big responsibility.

I'm your man.

Do you mean that?

Definitely.

Thanks for coming to my show.

Told you I would.

This'll make a great picture.

No.

No pictures.

Let's just remember this.

Can I see you again?

My husband would be so jealous.

Why'd you do it?

Because...

I feel like we fit.

- We connect, ya know? - Yeah.

You want to see me again?

Do you know where Front Street is?

It's like three blocks from my house.

Good.

There's a house there that I go to be alone.

It's been for sale a long time.

Belonged to a girl I went to theater with.

I used to go feed her cats when she was away and I kept a key.

You know, we could just meet at my place.

No. No.

This is perfect.

The realtor only shows the house on Sunday.

And it's my secret place so we won't get caught.

We can't get caught.

So no pictures, no texts, no calls.

We won't even exchange numbers.

Let's just remember when and where,

just like we'll remember tonight.

Okay.

This'll be our little secret.

I won't tell anyone.

And neither will you.

I don't have anyone to tell.

Okay.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow night.

Could I get a ride home first?

God, just this once.

This is our secret place.

Just you and me.

You in this?

Yeah. Reduced to community theater.

This is where we meet.

Nowhere else.

Wherever.

I had my shot. I just do this to torture myself.

I love you, Diane.

I'm a failure. That's my problem.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

If you really love me, you'll do what I want.

God, I seriously don't know why I do it anymore.

It makes me want to kill myself.

I was put on this Earth to be a singer.

Not somebody's pretty little princess.

God, if you're capable of doing what you love

then you're a privileged soul.

A nurse, an architect, it doesn't matter what it is.

If you were born to do it, it is true sailing.

"True sailing is dead." Jim Morrison said that.

"No one here gets out alive."

Let's face it, when you're quoting Jim Morrison lyrics

it's time for you to kill yourself.

Come on...

If you love me, you'll do this with me.

We'll be famous.

We'll die right here, together,

and we'll film it on a phone.

And when they find it, it'll go viral.

I have nothing.

You have nothing.

Please.

Please do this with me.

You don't want to live here without me, do you?

I can't live without you.

Then die with me.

I can't just sit here and wait.

- Tell me you love me. - I love you.

Promise me.

I promise.

Just wait, just wait.

No, no, don't. Let's just stop for a second.

- No. - Just stop for a second.

- We gotta just do it. - I don't want you to do this.

- Steve, stop. - I don't want you to do this.

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

- Stop. Stop. - Steve, stop!

Stop it, stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop!

Stop it, stop it, stop it! Stop!

Give me my phone!

Give me my phone!

Fuck you! Get the fuck out!

Get out!

God, you fucking coward!

You promised!

You love me, love me, love me, love me...

I love you, I love you...

You promised!

You can't lie to yourself anymore.

You remember now.

Now keep your promise to me.

No, Diane.

I don't love you anymore.

"Days" by She Is So Beautiful/She Is So Blonde

Detective. Steven Warren.

I just remembered the truth.