All language subtitles for The Unusuals s01e10 E.I.D.eng

2nd squad, be advised...

man dressed as a panda
robbing Frank's mini-mart.

Suspect is considered
armed and adorable.

Mrs. Thayler,
please try to calm down.

Sorry.

Was anything taken?
No.

How can you say that?

'Cause they didn't take anything.

Why do y minimize everything?

Uh, I'm confused...
you're saying there was a break-in

but nothing was stolen?

Watch this.

Okay.
That's it.

That's it.

Oh, yeah.

You are so beautiful.

Okay, that's enough.
Please turn that off.

We, uh, rented it earlier.

It's called "Brown baggin' it VII."

You rented it.

I... I don't watch that kind of thing.

Maybe if you gave it a chance.

Again, I'm confused,

and not just 'cause I didn't see
"Brown baggin' it" I through VI."

Keep watching.

Mrs. Thayler, we're not gonna stand
here and watch porn with you.

And making a false 911
call is a misdemeanor.

We didn't make a false 911 call.

That's our apartment.

Those animals broke into our
home and made a porn movie.

Oh. Oh, man.

Oh, right there.

Do I strike you as the kind of person
who'd be the man in a relationship?

Yes.

Seriously, come on.
Davis is mad at me.

He says I won't let him be the man,
whatever that means.

All right, let me ask you this.
Who pulls whose hair in bed?

Oh, that's...
that's none of your business.

And there you have it.
You're a shemale.

What... a shemale?
No, I'm not.

Hey, come on.
It's not a bad thing.

You're a cop, okay?

You're a cop who's the
man in every relationship.

A... a woman doesn't have to be a
man to be powerful in a relationship.

Whatever.

Are you police?
Yes.

Please, you have to come.
I just saw him.

Slow down.

What's going on?
What's going on? Tell me.

I was attacked last week.
I just saw the guy.

He's in a restaurant around the corner.

You have to hurry!
He's gonna get away!

Okay, all right.
Show us. Show us.

I'm... I'm sorry.
What's your name?

Abigail.

Abigail.

I was coming home last Wednesday night.

There's an alley near my apartment.

He grabbed my hair.
He had a knife.

"He"? Who's "he"?

Him.

You sure?

All right.

Wait for us back at the precinct.

Go on.

You want to do the ostrich?

No, let's do the frisky beaver.

All right.

Hey.

NYPD.
Can I see your hands?

I got nice feet, too.
You want to see those?

Stand up.

I'm gonna take you in.

That's my partner.

All right, hey,
remember high school...

under the sweater,
over the bra?

Why can't a pat-down be like that?

He's clean.

And creative.
We should go out sometime.

You may want to rethink that.
I've been told I'm emasculating.

Boys.

Have we got a job for you.

We're really busy right now.

Yeah, I mean,
just couldn't find a worse time.

Fine.
I'll just watch all this porn by myself.

All right.
You got our attention.

The guy in the bag breaks into people's
apartments and films himself having sex.

Hey, didn't sweaty Mike
do something like th?

No, he killed people.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
It's not funny.

This is a violation of the marital bed.

Zebediah, it's porn.

You know,
without the violation,

it's just a really boring documentary
about pizza boys and housewives.

Well, we talked to the distributor,

and he says the bagman mails
the tapes in anonymously.

Royalty checks go to a P.O. Box.

Allison and I are gonna
go sit on the box.

We need you guys to watch the dvds,

see if we can I.D. any other apartments.

Maybe we can find some forensic
evidence and I.D. this guy.

Forensic ev...
what kind of forensic evidence?

What... you think I
can't say it out loud?

You think I'm shy?

I want him to say it.
Ooh, nice.

I can say it.

Okay, go ahead.

Semen.

I thought it'd be funnier,
but it's just... I feel dirty.

I need, like, a brain wipe.

Look, are you guys
gonna help us or what?

All right, look,
just to be clear,

you're asking us to spend all
day and night watching porn?

You think you can handle that?

I think I speak for Leo when I tell you
that we've been preparing for this moment

since the day we were 13.

Okay, Abigail,

we took the guy you
pointed out into custody.

Now I just need to get a few more
details about what happened.

Thank you for believing me.

Of course.
Why wouldn't I believe you?

I've just been so afraid
since it happened.

Um, all right,
you told me he had a knife,

and I need to know
exactly what happened.

I like your scarf.

It's nice with your eyes.

Thank you.

Look...

I know this can be hard to talk about,

but I need you to tell me what happened,

so I can know how to charge him,
you see?

I bet you're never afraid.

Um, that's not true.

You have a gun.
That doesn't fix anything.

I feel safe with you.

You have a nice way.

Thank you.

We're sorry to waste your time.

Wait, you can't just... Abigail, wait.

Let him go. Abigail.

Look, no,
he... he didn't do it.

No, it was him. I'm sure.

Abigail, do you mind
waiting in the break room

While I talk to my partner?

Yeah.

What... what's going on?

He didn't attack her.

He was upstate at attica...
just got out yesterday.

All right, so,
it was a look-alike.

We'll have Abigail look
at some other pictures.

I think it's a waste of time.

What are you talking about?

Here.

What's this?

I got a vibe off our vic,
so I looked into her.

Abigail Allen.

She's made over a dozen
complaints over the last 12 months

robbery, rape,
various assaults.

None of them substantiated.

I... I don't understand.

There was no assault.
She made it up.

She's a serial accuser.

So, January 3rd, Abigail says this guy
tried to push her in front of a bus.

Then exactly three days later,

she said this guy tried to force
his way into her apartment.

That's a bad week.

I don't get it.
Why would she do this?

You know,
I had a serial confessor once.

Guy insisted that he stole
a truckful of tampons...

something about stopping
small leaks or something.

It's an illness, Casey.

Abigail walks into a precinct,
says that she was attacked,

so for an hour,
for a day, for a week,

she's the center of attention.

No, I know crazy people.

I don't get that read off of Abigail.

Therere's something else going on there.

Mm. Trust me...
just let it go.

No, I'm gonna go over there.

All right, look, just...
just hold on a second.

Beaumont.

Yeah?

I have an E.I.D. I need a witness.

Oh. Who... Shraeger?

Yeah, it's her first one.

9:20 a. m....
so witnessed.

Good luck.
The first one's always the hardest.

Wait, w...
what's an E.I.D.?

It's an emotionally invested detective.

It's an acronym for a cop who
invests far too much time

and energy into dead loser cases.

You're allowed one a year.
This is yours.

Go with god.

Y.B.I.D.

Smartass.

You know,
if you do it long enough,

even watching porn
begins to feel like work.

I don't know. I've never been
much of a porn guy myself.

Yeah, right.

What about Dr. Crumb?

She like a bit of the old, uh,
visual aids?

What the hell is wrong with you?
I don't know.

I had sex with her one time...
in a supply closet.

I can't believe you're
dating a medical examiner.

Hey, you send her flowers yet?

No. Should I have?

Dude. Seriously?

Supply-closet sex...
it's an automatic bouquet.

Back of a cab...
it gets her a green plant or an orchid.

Restaurant-bathroom sex...

bath supplies or a very long back rub.

What, is this, like,
written down somewhere?

Well, when was the
last time you saw her?

Six days ago.

She hasn't returned any
of my phone calls, either.

What, did I screw up?

Pause it right there.

Is that the Williamsburg Bridge?

Good catch.

What is that,
like three stories up, looking east?

Yeah, it's 382 Delancey Street,

loft, second floor.

How many is that?

It's four.

We are on a roll.

Ready for the next one?

I'm starting to feel little nauseous.

I think maybe we should start
doing this in shifts or something.

What? Come on. I don't want
to watch porn without you.

That is really maybe the gayest
thing you've ever said to me...

In a long list of many gay
things you've said to me.

Was that gay?

All units, robbery in progress
at the Spandex factory.

Suspect is either a transvestite

or a handsome woman with large hands.

What a nice surprise.

Is this a bad time?

Not at all. Come on in.
I was just straightening up.

I have to tell you,
I was really peeved

when you said you didn't
believe me about that man.

Well, he had an alibi,
so he couldn't have attacked you.

No, I know that now.
Good.

Because I saw the real guy
that attacked me this morning.

Here.

What's this?

His address.
I followed him home.

Listen, Abigail, I need you to
stop following strange men home,

it's very dangerous.

What am I supposed to do?

Who do I call?

Call me. Call me.

Really?
Yeah.

I just need you to make
me a promise in exchange.

I want you to get help.

For your problem.

I don't have a problem.

You accused 13 men of 13
different crimes within a year,

none of which could be substantiated.

I'm gonna get a soda.

Do you want a soda?

No, thank you.

Abigail...

Margot Stanford.

What?

Margot Stanford.
Where do I recognize that name?

Margot's dead.
She died a long time ago.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Was she your friend?

No, I used to be her.

Did you want ice?

The first thing I do when I date
a guy is I look for his stash.

You can tell a lot about a man
by the dirty movies he enjoys.

Okay, this conversation is
inappropriate on so many levels.

I'm gonna go do some work.

Come on, cole.

I think it's safe to say that if we
never watch a man with a bag on his head

have sex with two women
with plastic boobs,

it'll be too soon.

Did you get any addresses?
Yeah... six.

Should we split them up,
interview the owners?

Sounds

Good. Be careful, though.

People get a little crazy

When they find out their
house was used as a porn set.

Ah, how's the serial accuser?

Well, her name's not Abigail.
It's Margot.

Oh, she changed her name.
No surprise there.

Margot stanford?

Why do I know that name?

Yeah, take a look at the file.

10 years ago,

a wealthy private-School
girl named Margot Stanford

Disappeared after the school dance...

the spring fling.

Nobody saw her leave.

They found her four hours later

beaten and comatose in spanish harlem.

She wasn't able to I.D. her attacker.

Our serial accuser was
the victim of a crime...

just not the one she
keeps talking about.

Do you have any idea when the
Stanfords are gonna be home?

I think they said November.

They went to ltaly or...
or France.

Are they gone a lot?

Yes, the mister...
he likes to travel a lot.

You know rich people...

always looking for something to do.

Is there any way to get ahold of them?

It's about their daughter.

Oh, Sarah... she's over there.
She's watching the "Spongebob."

Uh, no, actually,
I was talking about Margot.

Margot? Is she okay?

I... I worry about her.

You know Margot?

Oh, yes. I raised her since
she was a little girl.

But now with the wigs
and changing her name,

I don't see her anymore.

Were youorking here the
night she was abducted?

Oh, yes.

She was so excited, you know,
'cause she didn't go to parties.

She wasn't very popular.

When the police called,
I ran to the hospital.

Her poor face.

She was only 16 years old.

And the doctors...
they had to put her in a coma.

Margot went to Brearley.
I went to Dalton.

That case is all anyone
could talk about for a month.

The medical report said

that Margot had cocaine in her system.

Well, you know these rich kids.

They got too much money and no rules.

But Margot...
she was a good girl.

She was just lonely.

I tried to teach her what was right,

but she wasn't my daughter.

Sarita, ya no m�s tv, okay?

No more "Spongebob."
Time to do the homework.

I'm sorry. I have... I have to go
help her with the homework, okay?

Yep. Thank you.

Thanks.

I don't get it.

Why have kids if you're just
gonna dump them on the nanny?

Welcome to my world.

I had an au pair growing up... Heidi.
She was german.

21 years old, I think,
when she started.

Pretty sure my dad had
an affair with her.

So, this party that Margot went to,
did you go?

Spring fling?
Yeah.

No.

I think my cotillion was
the last party I went to.

16 years old,
still wearing my dress,

and I hid out on the rooftop
reading James Ellroy.

I wanted to join the israeli army.

Why the israeli army?

Because they let women fight.

My parents didn't understand me at all.

Everyone I knew was running wild.

Meanwhile, I made them give me a curfew.

I can safely say I've never
met a cop quite like you.

I know this must be very upsetting,

but can you think of anyone who might
have had access to your apartment?

No.
No.

Try and stay calm, Denise.

Remember what Dr. Zamacona said.

Look, I'm sorry.
This is just all so new for me.

And I'm not the one with a
closet full of filthy videos.

So, uh...
can you confirm that this is your home?

Yes.
That's our love seat.

Or, as I call it,
our judgment chair.

We're making jokes now, are we?

Uh, do you think you two could
focus for just a few more seconds

while we ask you a
couple more questions?

At least the guy with the bag
on his head can get it up.

At least those two co-eds
don't just lay there.

Okay, thanks.

Thanks.

Mr. and Mrs. Blanston,
I want to apologize in advance.

This may be upsetting.

Hey. That's our kitchen.

Oh, my God!

I know.
It's sick and depraved and...

Oh, this is so awesome!

Our refrigerator is in porn!

So, none of the homeowners
know each other.

The apartments are spread
throughout the city,

and they're all brownstones
or buildings without doormen.

Whoever the bagman is,
he knew when people would be away.

Well, csu tested all their apartments
for DNA and... found nothing.

So, is there anything
else thatur victims shared

That could help us?

They all seem pretty miserable.
That's very true.

I hate to have seen my couple
before they started counseling.

You know, our couple said
they're in counseling, too.

"Dr. Andre Zamacona"?

Zamacona.
Yeah, that's the guy.

Same guy, right?
Yeah.

All right,
all we got to do is call the doctor in,

compare his junk to
the junk on the tapes.

Case closed.
I'm not doing that.

Yeah, you know,
while I'm excited

about the idea of a penis lineup,

um, the evidence is all
circumstantial right now.

More like rcumcisional.

Am I pretty?

What we need to do is catch
this guy in the act. Okay.

Well, sounds to me like somebody's
going to couples counseling.

Yeah, and it should be you.
You guys fight all the time.

What are you talking about?
No, we don't.

We do, too.
What are you... crazy?

Am I crazy?
D... see what I mean?

Okay, look, I don't care.

The point is, there's no way
I'm going to couples counseling

with bubble boy over here.

Oh, now we're back at
the name-calling, right,

like we're 3 years old?

So, what are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid of anything.
Let's go.

Okay, Lucy, Ricky,
just give it a rest.

Okay, Cole and I will go undercover.

You guys find an apartment,
set up a sting.

Fine. Whatever.

He's Lucy, by the way.

Could I...

someone bring me another glass?

Well, I just got off the phone

with Max Woladarsky at the 2-3.

He's the one that caught
Margot's case for the first time.

Now, his theory is that
Margot was in spanish Harlem

on a drug run...
probably for the party.

No, Margot says she doesn't
remember what happened.

That sounds right.
She was in a coma for 10 days.

You know, it's just...
it's hard to believe

at a party with over 200 kids

that no one comes forward with
a single piece of information.

It's not hard for me to believe.
It's rich kids.

They don't have to talk to the cops.

They get in trouble,
daddy buys them out.

You'd be shocked to
know some of the things

I've seen people get away with...

possession of drugs,
breaking and entering,

sometimes even arson.

So, what's with the photos?

These are all pictures of the men

that Margot accused of attacking her.

I was hoping if I put
all of them together...

some pattern might emerge.

You got yearbooks?

Oh, yeah, I pulled the original
transcripts of the interviews

from the case.
I was gonna go through the yearbook

and try to match some of
the faces with the names.

There's just no way that Margot
went to Harlem by herself.

Oh, Casey, you are officially
neck-deep in your first E.I.D.

Even if we find the person
who assaulted Margot,

it's gonna be practically
impossible to convict them,

because Margot can't go on the stand.

Oh, and that's gonna stop you?
Hell no.

I started this case.
I'm gonna finish it.

What is this?
It's the Dalton class of 2000.

Walsh...

What? What is it?

Oh, what...
is... is somebody in here?

"Miss Casey Shraeger..."

Has made quite a splash
her sophomore year."

I told you I was...
I was bookish.

That's adorable.

Nicole Brandt?

I didn't know you went to
school with Alvarez's wife.

Yeah, Nicole...
we're not really bffs.

Hey, you know what?

You got two types here, Casey.

You got guys with long blond hair, see?

And then guys with short, dark,
curly hair.

There's your pattern.

Of course.

Margot wasn't assaulted by one person.

There was two of them.

Detective?

I have those sketches you asked for.

This is what all the
blond guys look like

if you combine their features.

And the other one is the brunets.

Great. Thanks.
Mm-Hmm.

All right.

Gotcha.

Hi.

I can't believe you
invited me out to lunch.

Well, it's not like I asked
you to go somewhere nice.

That's true.
I take it back.

Listen, do you remember
someone named Margot Stanford?

Remember, she went to that spring fling

and she disappeared and then
showed up in Harlem later?

She had been beaten,
cocaine in her system.

She was in a coma for 10 days.

I was at that party.

I was dating Carl Hewett,
captain of the baseball team.

We drank a bottle of Ouzo,
passed out in the coatroom.

No offense,
but you've slept with every prep guy

in New York, right?

I wasn't that big a slut.

Your nickname was "atm."

I thought that's 'cause I was
always lending people money.

Do you recognize these guys?

Sarah Swenson dated
this guy sophomore year.

He went to Choate.

Big drug dealer...
total ass.

He roofied her once,
did his thing.

High school.

Yeah, good times.

Funny how we turned out,
you and me...

a lawyer and a cop.

It was either that or
defend the honor of lsrael.

All right, got to go,
but thank you.

Uh, that's it?
What about lunch?

Oh. Uh, take my advice.

Stay away from the oysters.

Thanks for squeezing us in at
the last minute, Dr. Zamacona.

Not a problem.

Uh, so,
how many years have you been married?

Five years.

But we've been together seven.

I really do love Ted.

Well, that's good.

And, Ted?

I love Alice.

Say it to her.

I love you, Alice.

That's great.

So, uh, what, uh,
what brought you here today?

Well...

all Ted can ever think about is sex.

Honey.

Ted, shh. Let her finish.

He's like an animal.

I mean,
I'm a very sexual person,

but I just feel like I can't keep up.

You know, I wake up,
and he's on top of me...

before dinner, after dinner...

at my father's wake.

Ted, are you able to hear
what your wife is saying?

Oh, I hear it. Yep.

How does it make you feel?

Mm, dirty.

Now, let me ask you a question.

Um, do you two ever
make time to get away?

We're going away this weekend.

Our one trip a year.

We're leaving right after the session.

Oh, great.

Great. Good.

Uh, well, before you leave,

I want to try a little trust exercise.

It's a way for the two of
you to connect intimately,

but not sexually, okay?

Uh, let's stand up.

Let's take your coat off.

Yeah.

And, um, empty your pockets

of any change, keys, cellphones.

Ah, there we go.

Now, um, I want the two
of you to hold each other.

What?

Just... simply hold each other.

No words.

That's it. Good.

Good.

And, uh,
your faces should be touching.

Nice.

Now, I want the two of
you to hold this position

for 15 minutes.

Serious...
Shh, shh. No words.

Oh, Ted.

You're so dead, Alice.

Look who it is.

It's Eric Delahoy.

Your male friend.

Look... he brought flowers.

How thoughtful.

He must really like you.

Uh, I don't...

I don't speak chinese.

I'm korean.

You have sex with me, and you
don't even know my nationality?

Okay, uh, "A"...
you had sex with me, all right?

And "B"...
it's not like you ever asked me

if I was italian,
you know, or, like, from Spain.

Well, I don't...
what the hell is wrong with you?

Why are you pissed at me?

I mean I'm the one who's been
calling you, like a sap, you know?

I figure you have sex
in the supply closet

after stealing an MRI,
it... it means something.

I got fired.

W... why?

For helping you.

My boss said I'm lucky
they don't press charges.

I've got 30 minutes to clear my stuff.

Well, hold on,
hold on, hold on.

Let me...
let me talk to the guy, okay?

I can explain it to them.
They can't just fire you, okay?

Please don't. Just go.

So, what about us?

There is no "us."

Why?
Just because I, uh...

Because you're sick
and you won't get help.

Stop.

You saw something.

You saw something in that MRI,
didn't you?

Whoa. Stop it! What?

I've been calling you.

The MRI didn't finish,

but there's definitely
a mass inside your head.

You should see a surgeon.

But you already told me you won't,

and I can't get involved with somebody

who won't take care of themselves, so...

goodbye, detective.

Casey.

Hi.

Uh, can I come in?

Of course.

I was just watching
"America's most wanted."

They should totally do an episode

on all the men that keep attacking me.

Listen, um,
I have to show you something.

I think it might be upsetting,

but it's important that
you look at it, okay?

You're scaring me a little.

Remember how we talked about Margot,

how you used to be her?

Take a look.

You recognize those guys?

No.

You sure? Take another look.
It's important.

I've never seen them before.

Abigail.

Margot.

Are you sure...

these guys didn't
attack you 10 years ago?

I don't know what you're talking about.

But remember when I told you

that guy pushed me down an
elevator shaft last Christmas?

Well, I think I just saw
him trying on sneakers

at the foot palace two blocks from here.

No. No.

None of those crimes are real...
none of them.

This happened to you.

This did.

This is real.

You were beaten and
left for dead in Harlem

when you were in high school.

This happened to you.

Help me catch the people
that did this to you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I think you should leave.

All units,
disturbance on avenue "B."

A shirtless man is swinging a dead pig
at his wife in a threatening manner.

Why are all the good ones
swinging a dead pig or gay?

I don't understand.
It was only two parking tickets.

Guess the city's cracking
down on deadbeats.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

How'd it go?

He thinks he's here for
unpaid parking tickets.

Where's Treadwell?

I had a uniform pick him up.
He's a lawyer now.

Drug dealer turned lawyer.

There's a joke in there somewhere.

Ah, here we go.

Chris.

I don't know you.

It's me... Will...
from school.

Shut up.

They told me this was about...

Oh, my God,
you don't think that they...

Will, shut the hell up.

They didn't put that here
so we could check our hair.

Keep your stupid mouth shut.

And there it is.

You know the only way to build
a case against these guys

is to get one of them to confess.

Yeah. Well, the lawyer's
definitely not gonna talk.

All right, you keep him busy.
I'll talk to the other one.

Okay.

So, I hear you used to sell
drugs in high school, Chris.

Detective, I'm formally
requesting a lawyer...

Stan Jerod.

He works at my firm...
Hastlow and Kern.

You can't ask me any more
questions until he gets here.

Oh, I'm not gonna ask
you any more questions.

I am gonna read to you from this book.

"The inner light."
Do you know it?

It's about finding spiritual
peace through reflection.

You're gonna read me a self-help book?

Are you comfortable?

That's good.

"Chapter one...
love yourself.

We are all born good.

Inside each one of us
is a newborn spirit,

A can-do teddy bear yearning
to do the right thing."

You have breakfast this morning, Will?

Uh, yes.

Yeah? What'd you have?

Eggs, some toast.

Yeah?
What kind of toast... wheat, white?

Sourdough.
Sourdough.

Any time while you were eating
your eggs and sourdough toast,

did it maybe cross your mind

that today would be the day
your past catches up to you?

You went to Choate, right?

I went to Dalton...
same year.

I looked at your transcripts.

They said you were a straight-A student.

And then in mid-April,
your grades started to slip.

You were failing tests.

I'm just curious if there was, uh...

if there was anything
that happened that month

that might have made
it hard to concentrate.

Uh, well,
my parents got a divorce.

Sure?
I thought that was the year after.

I'm talking about your junior year.

Maybe... something
after the spring fling?

Can I just pay for my
parking tickets and go home?

This isn't about parking tickets,
and you know it.

How much is your trust fund worth?

Is it like $10 million or $15 million?

I mean,
that is a lot of ex-lax.

That's what I call it.
I call my trust fund ex-lax.

Just makes everything smooth
and easy to deal with.

That's why I don't use it.

It's hard to be a real person
when you have so much money, huh?

I'm not even sure what that is.

"Real person."

I get it... trust me.

I bet you'd give all your
ex-lax to forget about her.

Margot.

There's a lawyer here for Slansky.

But he didn't ask for a lawyer.

I've been retained on his behalf.

By who?
You know that's not how it works.

He only gets a lawyer
if he asks for one.

Do you want a lawyer, Will?

No.

Mr. Slansky,
don't be stupid.

Hey, come on.
You heard the man. Let's go.

All right.

Let's talk.

Hey. How's it going?

Hey.

Well, I think Will wants to confess.

But he knows he doesn't have to,

so he's just kind of flirting with it.

Well, take your time.
You know, play it right.

Because as soon as he lawyers-Up,
it is over.

Yeah. No pressure.

Look, you know this guy
better than anyone...

That world, that type.

It's like that game "operation,"

where you got to get that little
piece out without touching the sides.

I always hated that game.

Yeah, me too.

Listen, walsh.

Yeah.

Um, thanks for helping me out with this.

Yeah, I mean,
it's your first time going deep.

Someone's got to help
you through it, right?

Now, go get him.

Okay.

You know what I've noticed?

People who commit crimes...

I mean, normal people,
not sociopaths...

they have the most incredible memories.

They can remember every little detail

About something they did,

whether it's the color of a lamp
or the look on someone's face.

It's the adrenaline.

I think.

Your heart rate goes up.
Everything else slows down.

Hmm.
Never thought about it like that.

You know,
I met Margot last night.

She's got black hair now.

I mean, tuesdays.
On Wednesdays, she's a redhead.

You think I could get some more soda?

She walked into the precinct,
said she'd been attacked,

except she hadn't.

That's what she does now.

Once a month,
she walks into a police station

And tells them she's been attacked.

That's crazy.
Yeah.

You'd be crazy, too,
if somebody beat you half to death

and... left you on a street.

I was reading this article this morning

about how most of the toys
from China are made in prison.

Hmm. That seems wrong...

all the things kids play with
being made by prisoners.

Oh, yeah?
Why does that bother you?

I don't know.

I had a lot of toys growing up...
anything I wanted.

Now it just seems warped,

like everything they
bought me was a lie.

Yeah.

You know,
I realized recently...

all the rich kids that I grew up with...

I mean, the really rich ones...

they weren't kids,
but they weren't adults, either.

You know what I mean?

It's like this weird netherworld

of no boundaries,
no responsibilities.

When I dropped out of college,
my parents gave me a car.

See?

They thought I was depressed.

"Go to Europe."

They said,
"take some time."

None of it mattered.

And as far as they were concerned,

I never had to be anything,
so I grew up to be nothing.

So, what happened that night, Will?

You know, she was a nice girl.

I noticed her right away.

But Chris said he saw her first.

"Margot."

Like an order... "Move."

And Chris got her high...
third-floor bathroom.

I think it was her first time...
first party, first drink.

Chris always got the girl.

He was dangerous.

Even in the third grade,

there was something wrong with him.

Whose idea was it to go to harlem?

Chris.

Said he needed supplies.

Said it'd be fast.

He asked Margot if she wanted to come.

She was really wasted.

I drove.

They sat in the back, made out.

I don't think she was feeling well.

And... Chris tried to get her dress off.

She hit him,
and he hit her back.

And then he opened the back door and...
threw her out.

I couldn't believe it.

And I tried to stop,

but Chris said, "no,
keep going."

I was scared.

Next day,
it seemed like a dream.

And the cops came to our school,

but all the parents hired lawyers.

And I had kind of a
breakdown that summer...

spent a few months in
a private hospital.

And my parents told me it was normal.

Got me a sailboat when I got out.

What do you think they'll
buy me when I go to prison?

Nice work.

Treadwell?

Sent a blue-and-white to pick him up.

I think I need to go tell Margot.

I mean,
she doesn't even remember the crime.

Yeah, she needs to know.

Right this way, ladies.

Wow.
You sure have a lot of apartments.

You're about to have one more.

Oh, no! But I don't think you're
gonna want to videotape the sex.

Please... I can explain.

Is this part of the movie?

Okay.

There'll be plenty of
time for that, doctor...

Whoa. Who the hell are you?
You're not Dr. Zamacona.

No, no, no, no, no.

That's the, uh,
that's the judgment-chair guy.

Remember?
One of our victims.

Victor Baker, right?

Please don't tell my wife.

How did you...

I'm a locksmith.

After our third
couples-counseling session,

Dr. Zamacona hired me to
change the locks in his office.

I took a key.

Why?
I got the idea at a session.

The doctor's appointment book
was out. He left the room.

I thought about all those couples,
all that real estate.

I got excited.

Do you think I'll still
get royalties in prison?

And that, children,

is why the "brown baggin'
it" series ended at XVII.

Ladies.

You all right, Cole?
Yep.

I thout you were chinese food.

Hi.

I just woke up from a nap.

Ah, I had the strangest dream.

My nanny called

and said that policemen
had come to see her.

That wasn't a dream.

You should call her.
She misses you.

Listen, I...
I just wanted you to know

that the guys who hurt you...
they're going to jail.

You don't have to be scared anymore.

You're safe.

I ordered chinese food.

The delivery guy tried
to kiss me last week,

but they have good wonton soup.

Okay.

Would you sit with me and... and...

uh, watch tv?

I don't really feel like being one.

Of course.

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