All language subtitles for Rommeo.And.Juliet.Killers.2022

♪ Be your friend ♪

♪ Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ♪

♪ Finally now, love, you're in control ♪

♪ Such a myth it is, myth it is ♪

♪ To think I ever had it all ♪

♪ Got my new leather jacket ♪

♪ That I slip on now ♪

♪ So if it will fit, will it fit ♪

♪ But I'll stretch and move ♪

♪ To the bass hit ♪

♪ So you wanna take a ride ♪

- [Tylar] Mom, I promised my friends

I'm going already, okay?
- I don't care!

You're not going out.
- No!

- You are grounded.
- No, I'm going.

- Tylar!
- You can't stop me.

- Stop!
(Tylar groans)

- [Tylar] Get away from me!

- Tylar!
(lamp smashing)

You are still grounded and
you are going to stay grounded

until you find a way to fix
the things you've broken!

- I said, I'm going out.

(vase breaking)

- [Joanne] Tylar!

- Ow, ow, ow! Mom, you're hurting me.

(dogs barking)

What do you think, Mom? Should I call CPS?

Seems like child abuse to me.

(dramatic music)

- Tylar.

- Stay out of it, Val.

- Tylar.

- We have to do something.

- [Joanne] Get back here.

- Val, Val.
- Stop.

You are not going out.

- Hey. Hey!
- Honey, please.

Honey, come on.

- No.

- Hey, what the fuck, man?

- She's being a bitch.

Drive. Drive!
- Get out of the car.

- Go. Go.
- Get out of...

- [Tylar] Fuck you!

(upbeat music)

- Yes!

- Like, so good.

- Yo!
- Hey.

- Yo! What up?

- What's up?
- Hi.

- So you escaped from Auschwitz, huh, Ty?

- No prison walls can hold this, babe.

Yes, please, please, please, please.

- Graham, do you think you could give me

a ride to campus manana?

My block cracked.

- You got that right?

- Totally. Hit me, bro.

- That looks good.

- You're loitering
unless you buy somethin'.

- [Tylar] I was just about to order.

- Your parents know you're out this late?

I'm gonna need to see some ID.

(group laughs)

- Geez, guys, he's just
bustin' your balls.

This is my lover from another mother.

Boston, Ty.

(group laughs)

- Hey, gimme your hand.

- So, Ty. Like tie me up?

- You wish. Tylar.

Where'd you get Boston from?

You from there?

- No. It's personal.

Maybe I'll tell you if I know you better.

(phone buzzing)
(Tylar sighs)

♪ Life was so hard it made me ♪

- Don't answer it.

♪ Built to last this girl ain't weak ♪

♪ Sturdy as steel when I plant my feet ♪

- Ooh! What's up?

- [Joanne] Hi, is Tylar there, please?

- [Boston] No, this is Squishy's bro.

- [Joanne] Her bro?

- Squishy can't come
to the phone right now

'cause she's in the shower
with her best friend Tylar.

- [Joanne] What do you
mean she's in the shower?

Put Tylar on the phone right now.

Who is this?

Excuse me.
- No, no.

And actually, you know what?

I gotta go 'cause they want
me in there with them, so.

- [Joanne] Put Tylar
on the phone right now!

- I'm sorry, bye.
(group giggling)

- That's harsh, man. She's worried.

- So we're having a threesome?

You and me and your sister?

- Yeah, I didn't think that part through.

(group laughs)

- No shit.

- Can we get outta here?

I have the need for some weed.

- My crib. My dad's outta town.

- As per uzh.

- [Squishy] Let's go, then.

Yeah, go. What are we waiting for?

- [Tylar] Come on! Let's go.

- Ty, your phone.

- Hurry up.
(group chattering)

- [Val] Maybe she's in the shower.

- No.

Squishy doesn't have a brother.

Tylar's messing with me.

I don't even know Squishy's
real name, or where she lives.

- What do you wanna do?

(Joanne sighs)

(group giggling)

- So how long is your dad outta town?

- Trick question. When is he ever in town?

- At least you got a dad.

My mom won't even tell me who mine is.

- Well, in the absence of a father figure,

it's incumbent upon
you to invent your own.

- (giggles) Incumbent?

- Community college smart guy talk.

(group giggles)

- Okay, okay, okay.

Well, my dad is

the El Chapo of the
biggest, baddest cartel

in North America.

He has bodies everywhere.

(group giggling)
- What?

- Everywhere.

And he took on the DEA
and the FBI and the CIA

and the ATF.
- The KGB.

- (laughs) And the KGB,

and a bunch of other letters,
and he won and they lost.

But then he met my mom,

and he knocked her up, and he realized

she was the bitch-meister
from hell, so he bailed.

- 'Cause she's a DEA agent.

- County engineer.

But we can go with that.

- Ease up.

Your mom'll get pissed if
you show up super stoned.

- Okay, Grandpa Graham.

(group giggles)

Why don't we just stay here
and keep the party going?

- For real.

- You're staying, right?

- Mm-hmm.

(gentle music)

- [Joanne] Just watch your step.

- I know you don't wanna hear this,

but it's tough love time.

- She'll show up. She always does.

- And what then?

What happens when things
escalate like they already are?

- I don't even know what
happened, it just...

Am I a terrible mother?

- You're a great mom.

I just think it's time
you laid down the law.

If I were you, I would change the locks.

Take back control.

- She'll run away again!

- What is the alternative?

That one of you ends up
in the hospital or worse?

- (sighs) Thank you for helping.

You should go. I don't
want Devon to be mad at me.

- Tough love.

(Joanne sighs)

(somber music)

(text message pings)

(music intensifies)

(phone ringing)

- Tylar?

- She's not home yet?

- Hey, I'll buzz you in. Door's open.

- Hey, girl.

- Hey.

- Want some coffee?
- Thank you.

- Yep.

Here ya go.

- You haven't slept?

- No, no. She stayed out all night.

She's never done that before.

(door clicks)

- I'm really sorry, Mom.

I'm so sorry. (sobbing)

- Oh, okay, okay. It's okay.

It's okay. All right?

- Sorry. Hi, Val.

- Hi.

- You gotta wash this
glitter off your face.

- I know.

I should probably get ready
for school. (sniffles)

- What?

- That's an act.

But as a credit card fraud investigator,

I read people and their
motives and she is playing you.

- Maybe.

- (sighs) Oh honey.

You know her passcode?

- Why?

Why?

- Because we're gonna
download a tracking app

and the next time she
pulls a stent like this,

we're gonna drag her ass back here-

- Stop it.

Absolutely not. Put it back.

Please, put it back. Val.

If she found out about
that, it would be over.

Please, put it back.

- Okay.

But when you're ready, and you will be,

I'll download it for you.

- [Joanne] Deal.

(upbeat music)

(phone buzzing)

(upbeat music)
(diners chattering)

- Hey.

- Sorry.
- Yeah.

(music thumping)

- [Boston] Got a really big pile of blow.

(Tylar giggles)

- Hi, Mom. This is Boston.

He's gonna tutor me in algebra.

- Good to meet you, Mrs. Witt.

- Ms. Witt.

Tylar, can you come and help me

with the groceries, please?

- I can help you.

- No, let me tutor you.

That's mom code for she
wants to talk in private.

Kill the music, Boston.

♪ 'Cause I feel a commotion ♪

- Okay.

Who's this Boston and
where did you meet him?

- Seriously, Mom?

You're always on my ass about my grades.

How come the minute I
actually find someone

to help me bring them up,
you gotta crap all over it?

- Okay, I'm just asking
where you met, Tylar.

He's obviously four or five
years older than you, right?

In his 20s?

Is there something going
on between the two of you?

- God, Mom, no.

Boston's just a friend.

He goes to Folsom and he
wants to be a math teacher.

- Sorry, Folsom Community College?

- He offered to help. That's it.

Besides, I'm pretty sure he's gay, so.

- As a daffodil.

But I get if it's weird.

I can totally bounce if
you want me to leave.

- No, it's okay. You can stay.

- Only if I can help.

I like cooking for people.

- Okay, sure.

- Okay, cool. I'm gonna wash up.

- It's that way.

Okay, let me understand this here.

This guy shows up out of nowhere

and apparently wants to tutor
you in math for no reason.

Ty, this is a little too
good to be true, honey.

I'm not stupid.

- I swear, he's just a cool guy.

His dad's never really
home, so I think he's just,

I don't know, lonely or something.

Hey, seriously?

You were gonna change the locks?

You were gonna lock me out?

- No, Tylar.
- No, mine.

Don't.

- Tylar, things have
to change around here.

- I know. And they will, I promise.

- I make a mean rigatoni.

Just gonna grab that.

(soft ominous music)

(tense music)

- You know, he offered to help renovate

the rooms upstairs so I can rent them out?

- And he's offering out of
the goodness of his heart?

- Well yeah. I offered
to pay, but he refused.

I think he's just really
desperate for company.

I feel really bad for him.

- I thought you said he
was in a relationship.

- He is, but you know, it's rocky.

It's off and on.

- Hmm, so that's why he likes it here

because he has yours and
Tylar's shoulders to cry on.

- Val, he doesn't have
a good home life, okay?

His dad's never around.
He travels all the time.

- Well, what about his mom?

- He's never mentioned her.

Look, all I know is that
her grades in math are up.

All of her grades are up.

She's different when he's around.

She smiles. We haven't fought.

He's a good influence.

He calls her his little
sister. It's adorable.

- Look, I gotta go.

I've got brunch with Devon's family.

- Oh.

- Shoot me now.

- Oh yeah.

- I'll see myself out.

- Okay.

Whoa. You were right.

I love this color. It's perfect.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- It's lively, but it's neutral enough

for whoever wants to rent the room.

- Lively and neutral.

I like that.

Well, I just wanted to tell
you that I really appreciate

all your help around here,
not just in the room.

- It's cool.

I liked hanging with you and Ty.

- What do you mean "liked"?

I hope you don't think I'm just using you

to fix the room up.

I really, we really
like having you around.

Yeah.

- No, that's awesome, and thank you.

The thing is, my dad sold the house,

so I'm moving outta state.

- Really?

Wow, I'm sorry to hear that.

- Yeah, it sucks.

I mean, I'm used to switching schools

in the middle of the term,

but I feel like I finally
made good friends here.

- What about your boyfriend. God, is it?

Well, you're in college now.

I mean, you can get your own place, right?

- I'm not a baller, J.

I mean, even if I could get
more hours at La Cantina

there's no way I could
afford rent around here.

- Yeah.

Hey, how about this?

I gotta rent this room to someone.

- [Boston] Yeah, but I can't afford it.

- I know, but you know
what you can't afford

to pay me in rent you can
make up as a handyman.

You're really helpful, Boston,

and the room next door
needs to be renovated.

- You serious?

- Yeah. (chuckles)

- I don't know.

I mean, I don't want it to be weird.

- [Joanne] What do you mean?

- Like, what if I wanna have God over?

And how would Ty feel about
having me around 24-7?

- I think she would love
to have you next door

as opposed to across the country.

- Mind if I think about it?

- Okay. Yeah.

- Awesome.

- I'm a complete mess.
I'm gonna go wash up.

- Okay. Yeah.

- She full-on begged me to move in.

- Oh my God. It totally worked.

- Wait, but she's right down the hall.

- So?

- It's too risky.
- No, come on.

Don't you want to?

(Ty giggles)

(sultry electronic music)

♪ Strong like a tree ♪

♪ There's roots where I stand ♪

♪ Oh, I been runnin' from the law ♪

♪ Hope they won't shoot me down soon ♪

♪ Pacing on a sleepless night ♪

- [Boston] I gotta work.

- What? Come on.

Stay and party.

- I can't. I gotta make
scratch for my lady.

- Fine.

But, I don't know, since
this is the last night

at your old crib, shouldn't we give it

a proper sendoff, you
know, in honor of your dad.

(dramatic music)

- [Squishy] A fire extinguisher?

- Look out.
(Tylar laughs)

- [Boston] Okay, okay.

(extinguisher hissing)
(group laughing)

(dramatic music)
- What are you doing?

- [Tylar] Who's next?

- [Squishy] Well, okay then.

- Yeah, babe. Oh!

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(mirror breaking)

- Whoa, whoa, Ty. What are you?

Ty, Ty, stop, stop.

Stop, stop, stop.

(dramatic music continues)

- Is there anything special

we can make for your friends, Ty?

- Well, it's Memorial Day.

So, hot dogs and chips?

- Okay.

- Unless you wanna make it a kegger.

- Ha ha.

- Yeah, didn't think so.

(Joanne chuckles)

- What about you, Boston,
you wanna bring anybody? God?

- You know, I wasn't going
to, but if you'd be down.

- Yeah, of course. The more the merrier.

(corn husk squeaks)

Sweetheart, you're leaving an
awful lot of silk on those.

You just have to, yeah, I can...

- [Tylar] Whatever.

- She's a good kid.

Just like teenage hormones or somethin'.

- What happened to her hand?

- She said she broke a glass doing dishes.

- Yeah, that's what she told me, too.

And I would believe that if I
could buy Tylar doing dishes,

which I don't.

Is she okay?

Would you tell me if something was wrong?

- Yeah. Yeah, I would.

But I mostly just work and go to school.

I don't really have time to hang,

except of course to tutor her.

Let me help.

I got it.

Oh, smells good. Really good.

I take it you've done this before.

- Yeah.

(tense music)

- Ty, what the hell are you doin'?

- Um, you.

- No, this is way risky.

If your mom sees us in
here, she'll throw me out.

- Got any X?

Come on, where's your bag of fun?

(mellow rock music)

Have you ever been in love before?

- [Boston] No.

- [Tylar] Think this
is what it feels like?

- Yeah.

I think I do.

I love you.

- [Tylar] I want it to be like this.

I want us to be like this forever.

(both panting)

- [Boston] Who's stopping us?

- [Tylar] Have you met my mom?

- [Boston] She's not that bad.

I mean, maybe if we just tell her.

- She wouldn't understand.

- Has it always been like this?

- We've had some good times.

(chuckles) My 10th birthday.

She surprised me, took me out to dinner

to this castle restaurant
way up on a hill.

- That's beautiful.

- It was. Totally.

I felt like a princess.

I just couldn't believe
she did all that for me.

But it was just one day.

- Some day, I'm gonna buy
you a castle on a hill

and I'm gonna treat you
like a princess every day.

- I love you.

- I love you.

(sultry rock music)

- (laughing) Come on, do it now.

(group chattering)

- [Val] So that's God? Boston's boyfriend?

- [Joanne] Yeah, I guess
they're back together.

- And allegedly this is the first time

that Boston's meeting Tylar's friends.

- Allegedly? What, are we on trial here?

- (chuckles) Oh, the
courtroom of Val Paladino

is always in session, trust me.

- I'm sorry, I just, I
don't trust that kid.

There's somethin' about him.

(group chattering)

I just hope you didn't
pull the trigger too fast.

You know, moving the
fox into the hen house.

- [Devon] Come on, guys,
today's Memorial Day.

Why don't we toast to my Uncle Beau

and to the others who fought for us, huh?

Come on.

- Yes!
(group chattering)

- All right, ready?

- No hard feelings.

(dramatic rock music)

- So this thing with Boston,
it's like an actual thing?

I mean, he's like old and gay.

- He's bi and I thought
you were my friend.

- I am it's just...

(dramatic rock music)

But, I know you don't mean to, it's just,

I think you're messing
with his head a little bit.

So what, you think I should
be with someone my own age?

Got someone in mind?

- No, come on, Ty. Not cool.

(dramatic rock music)

- What's up with that?

- I didn't wanna say anything,

but he got a little handsy in the pool.

(dramatic rock music)

No, it's okay. I told him what's what.

(Boston sighs)

(dramatic rock music)

What are you doing?

- Just using the restroom.

- Right.

- Took someone's credit card

and bought $5,000 worth
of luggage in Paris.

Ah, so this is the new project.

- Yeah.

We're gonna add some doors, paint,

and Boston thinks it'll
be ready in about a month.

- That's exciting.

- I think so.

Tylar's always leaving
her bags everywhere.

(car doors thud)

- [Tylar] Okay, but do
we really have to study?

- No, but then you'll
fail your test tomorrow.

I've invested way too much
into you to let that happen.

- Oh, whatevs.

Mom, what is all this stuff?

- You tell me.

- That's not mine!

- Tylar.

Tylar.

Get back here now!

- Hmm?

Anything else you wanna accuse me of, Mom?

- [Boston] It's mine.

- [Joanne] What?

- I mean, it's God's, but
I let him keep it here.

I would never hurt you or Ty.

- I want you to get outta my house.

- No. No, Mom, you can't do that.

- Yes I can and I will.

- No, if you throw him
out, then I'm leaving, too.

- It's okay, Ty.

- What, do you want me to call CPS?

Huh? Is that what you really want?

- Just go, please.

Sweetheart.

You swear to me those drugs aren't yours?

- Why don't you ever just believe me!

- Stay away from his room!

(Tylar screams)

- What? Joanne, you
can't let him stay here.

- I'll lose her again.

- What do you mean again?

(Joanne sighs)

- When Tylar was a kid, uh,

it was a really stressful time for me.

I was working full-time,

not making enough money
and raising her by myself.

Tylar was a difficult child.

One day I was driving her to
daycare and she was screaming,

just mouthing off, out of control,

just screaming and screaming.

She wouldn't stop.

And I just snapped.

I turned around and I just,
I hit her really hard.

I left my handprint on her face.

And her teacher saw it and called CPS.

And they took her away for six months.

(soft ominous music)

I thought I was going to die.

And when I got her back,

they told me if they ever
suspected abuse again

I would lose her.

- So that's why you're
afraid to discipline her now.

- I'm so ashamed.

Oh God, I'm so ashamed.

It's my fault.

It's my fault.

- [Boston] No, Tylar. Seriously.

- [Tylar] I missed you.

- No, stop. Get out.

Get out.

- Mm-mm.

- Ty, stop.

- I thought you loved me.

- You know I do, but your mom
seriously hates me right now.

- Oh my God, you actually
care what she thinks?

- I care about staying with you

and that's not gonna happen
if she throws me out.

Stop! What's wrong with you?

- You sound like her.

- You know that's not how I meant it.

- I just wanna be with you.

Can't you call in sick to work tomorrow?

I'll skip school.

- No, Ty. You're not gonna do that.

Okay, and I gotta make scratch.

- Well, I'm not leaving.

- Mom.
- Ty.

Okay, okay. Okay, chill.

Okay.

- Tell me you love me.

- You know I do.

Now get out.

- Right.

Well, I'm recommending that
we close the Bridges case.

It looks like a legitimate account hack.

I still have some legwork to do on Fehte.

Okay, I'll talk to you soon. Bye.

- Okay, Mrs. Kravitz,
stick to credit card fraud.

- It's a school day and Joanne's at work

and they're having pizza delivered.

You tell me what's going on.

- Let's see.

Boston's working on the
renovations and he got hungry.

Ooh, another case solved. God, I'm good.

(music thumping)

(buttons beeping)

(gate rattling)

(music thumping)

(knuckles tapping)

- Boston!

(music thumping)

Boston?

(upbeat rock music)

(couple groaning)

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Whoa!

- Oh my God.

- What the hell?

- I am so sorry, Boston.

I heard the music.

- We broke up, I swear.

- Sorry.
- But you're not gonna

tell J, are you?

Hey, wait!

I said wait.

You're not gonna tell J
about God and me, right?

- I have to.

- Maybe I'll get to her first.

Tell her how you busted in here,

came into my room to see me naked.

- Come on, she knows me better than that.

(door slams)

- It ain't a lie, right?

Maybe I didn't know what else to do,

so I let you take advantage of me, huh?

Oh wait, plot twist, I'm gay, right?

Oh, just too bad.

'Cause I've always wanted
to fuck an older bitch.

You feel me?

Feel me? That's right.

That's right.

That's what's up.

(Val whimpers)

♪ I'm standin' for ya, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm damned if I do ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ See, I can't go for that no more, no ♪

Thanks for the solid, bro.

- I'm not your bro.

I'm the guy that you used to hook up with.

- I know. Things change.

And I still got ya, so be chill, okay?

- Chill?

Okay, don't ask me to do this again.

I don't wanna be a part
of whatever game this is.

- It's not a game. It's love.

- Okay. Whatever.

Peace out.

- [Boston] That was way uncool.

- Right?

We should just take off somewhere.

Go somewhere no one could find us

and we could be together all the time.

- How would we live?

- We could go to L.A. and be porn stars.

- You're underage. I think they'd notice.

- Okay, well, you could do it then.

And I wouldn't care.
It's just a job, right?

You could do gay stuff.

It pays better.

- I would never cheat on
you, not even for money.

- Oh my God, I was just playing.

Your ass is mine.

Do you think I'd ever let you sell it?

- I love you, Tylar Witt,

and I'll do whatever I have
to to keep us together.

(dramatic rock music)

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

(engine rumbling)

- How was your shift?

- What are you doin' up?

- Couldn't sleep.

- Everything okay?

- I don't understand what you're saying.

- He's not gay, Joanne.

Or he's, what are they calling
it now? Sexually fluid.

- Why are you saying this?

- Think about it, Joanne.

A guy shows up out of
nowhere and wants to spend

all of his time with
your underage daughter.

And then the next thing
you know he's moving in?

- That was my idea.

- Was it?

Because now you have drugs and
condoms all over your house

and he has an easy excuse
to explain them away.

Oh, I'm just holding them for a friend?

You don't think that as the wife of a cop

I haven't heard that before?

(phone pings)

- What?

(phone ringing)

- [Office Attendant]
Oak Ridge High School.

- Hi, I just got an alert

that my daughter's been
absent from school today?

- [Office Attendant] Name, please.

- Sorry, Tylar Witt.

- [Office Attendant] Yes. All week.

- All week?

Why is this the first
time I'm hearing of this?

- [Office Attendant] We've
sent multiple notices.

- Okay. Thank you. (sighs)

Tylar?

Tylar!

(music thumping)
(phone ringing)

- [Tylar] I'm not here.
Leave a message, or don't.

- Tylar!

(knuckles tapping)

Boston, open the door. Now!

- (yawns) What's up, J?

- [Joanne] Tylar!

- [Boston] Why would Tylar be in here?

She'd be at school, right?

- You have two fucking seconds
to tell me where she is.

- I swear I don't know.

(dramatic rock music)

- You son of a bitch!

She's just a kid!

- It's not like that, J!

Ty's not a kid anymore.

We love each other!

- You what?

You fucking what?

You love her?
- Mom, no, stop!

- You fucking love her?
- Stop! Stop!

You crazy bitch, stop it!
- Get the fuck outta here!

- No, Boston, don't, don't.

- Let go of me.

- Tylar!
- Let go! Let go!

(both shouting)

- Go in the house!

(Tylar spits)

- [Devon] Don't!

- Do it, do it. Hit me!

Hit me. Hit me, Mom.

- Go back inside, now!

Go!
(Tylar panting)

(tires screeching)

- They fuckin' played me. Oh God.

- Joanne!

- (sobbing) Please.

- You on the phone?

Give me the phone.
- Mom, no!

No, please. He doesn't
have anywhere to go.

Where is he gonna go?

- He's going to prison, Tylar. To prison.

- [Tylar] No. (sobbing)

- Listen to me. This is
what's gonna happen now.

This is mine.

- No!

- I will take you to school,

I will pick you up from school.

You will come here and
you will go nowhere else

until I decide you are ready to leave.

Keep crying, Tylar.

- No. (sobbing)
- I don't give a shit.

(Tylar sobbing)

- [Tylar] I hate you!

- I want that tracking app.

I wanna monitor her calls, her texts,

social media, everything.

I wanna press charges.

This is statutory rape, right?

- Yes.

And you should file charges,

but it's gonna be difficult to prove

unless you could somehow
get Tylar to testify.

- I'll get proof. Trust me.

Thanks.

(students chattering)

- [Tylar] Hey, Squishy. Ready?

- [Squishy] I was born ready, babe.

(upbeat music)

- I had to borrow money for a new uniform.

- Where'd you sleep last night?

- My car 'cause none of our
friends would let me crash.

- Yeah, that's 'cause they suck.

- You don't think your mom's actually

gonna press charges, do you?

I gotta bounce.

- What? No.

You can't bail on me.

- I'm not bailing on you.

Look, come with me, Ty.

Let's just get the hell outta here.

We can work on getting you the castle.

- No, that'll just put you

one Amber alert closer to a life sentence.

- Okay, what then?

- Lay low. They can't prove anything.

It's her word against ours,

and what do you think, I'd
throw you under the bus?

- So I can't stay here,
and I got nowhere to go.

- And you're saying it's my fault, right?

That's what you're saying, right?

- Hey chill, chill.

- Don't tell me to chill.

What do you think, I've ruined your life?

- I didn't say that.

I don't think that, but
I need you to sit down

and chill out or I'm gonna lose my job.

- Sorry.

I'm freaking, too.

You're all I have.

I can't lose you.

- You won't.

But I need to get back to work.

- Okay.

(upbeat music)
(singing in Spanish)

- I want you to see someone.

- You mean I need to tell
someone he did something

so you can use it against him.

- I love you.

And I want you to be happy again.

- Again like when?

Like when you beat me up?

Like when you refused
to let me have a dad?

To even know who he is? (scoffs)

- I've made mistakes.

I know that. Okay?

But nothing justifies what he did to you.

- Okay. Stop.

He did not touch me.

All right?

(Joanne sighs)

And now he's gone, and you
got me nice and locked up

in your prison here, so
you can just get over it.

- The problem that we keep having

is that you keep thinking
that I am stupid.

- And you keep thinking
I'm a terrible person.

- Where are you going?

- To get some ice cream!

(Joanne sighs)

(Tylar huffs)

Want some?

- [Joanne] Sure.

What's this?

- [Devon] Steven Colver.

- Steven Colver is Boston's real name.

- Wait a minute, you hacked
his credit card accounts?

Are you nuts?

This isn't some sort of
gray area, this is illegal.

Oh, for Christ's sakes, Val.

I'm a freakin' cop.

- Devon, I have to find something.

Listen to me, Boston is a rapist
and I'm going to prove it.

Tylar needs to learn.

This is not sex. It's rape.

- You were 23 when we hooked up.

I was 17. Underage.

Was that rape?

- I miss you so much.

I don't know how much
longer I can do this,

just seeing you an hour or two.

- She's never gonna let us
be together, no matter what.

- Yeah, what then?

- If it's her or you, I choose you.

She has to go.

- What do you mean go?

- I mean, I need to get away from her,

and I think I know how to do it

- Ty, don't do anything-

- Crazy?

- I wasn't gonna say that.

- All you need to know is
that I would do anything

for us to be together, and
I know you'd do anything

to be with me, right?

- Do you trust me?

- Yeah.

- What are you gonna do with his stuff?

- I'm gonna fucking burn it.

- Listen, Joanne, you know
that if you do anything

to him or his stuff,

it's only going to
inflame things with Tylar.

- Okay, what are you
suggesting that I do then?

- I'm suggesting that
you don't give up on her.

Forget about Boston.

Why don't you just concentrate

on how the two of you can move forward?

- What are you saying, you
want me to drop the charges?

- No, I'm saying that
you should ask yourself

why you're this angry.

Is it because of what he did with Tylar,

or is it because they
were able to fool you?

Joanne, the harder you push this,

the more you are going to push her.

- I don't give a shit anymore.

(Val sighs)

- Mom!

(dramatic rock music)

What the hell are you doing?

- Tylar, calm down, please.

- That's not yours. You can't do that.

- I'm not talking about this with you.

- No!
- Ow! Stop it.

Tylar, stop it!

Stop it, you're hurting me.

What is wrong with you?

- (laughs) You're a disgusting bitch.

No wonder my dad wanted
nothing to do with you.

You're a loser. You're a pathetic loser.

- Fuck!

- Do it. Do it, Mom, do it.

Hit me.

(somber music)

- I'm not gonna hit you, baby, okay?

You can call CPS if you want. Done.

(Joanne screams)

(dramatic rock music)

- Bitch.

(head thuds)
(Joanne groans)

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)
(Joanne sighs)

- [Operator] 911. What's your emergency?

- I need to report physical abuse.

- [Operator] Name?

- My name?

- [Operator] Yes, your name.

- Joanne Witt.

My daughter Tylar attacked me.

I can't take it anymore. I
need her to be taken away.

- [Operator] Okay. Are
you in a safe place?

- No, please hurry. I'm
bleeding really badly.

- [Operator] Okay, okay. (indistinct)

- Hello?

This is Joanne Witt.

That was my daughter.

- [Operator] That was your daughter?

Are you injured?

- Yeah. (whimpers)

- [Operator] Can you
describe the injury to me?

- Why won't you let me leave?

No!

(dramatic rock music)

(sirens blaring)

What do I have to do to get removed

and placed in foster care?

- You admitted to attacking her.

I can't risk the safety
of a foster family.

- Well, then what do I have
to say to get outta here?

- [Officer] We'll finish
taking both of your statements,

then if your mother
chooses to file charges,

you'll be remanded to juvenile hall.

- [Tylar] Juvie? No, I can't do that.

- [Officer] Then I suggest you come

to an understanding with your mother.

- I wanna file charges.

(ominous music)

- What? No, you can't do that.

You bitch!

- Get her outta my sight.

- No, no, Mom, please.

Please, Mom, don't do this!

Mom, Mom, please don't do this.

Mom! No, Mom, please!

Mom!

- See whether a day or two
in there straightens her out,

then we'll see.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

Oh. (crying)

(Joanne sobbing)

(heartbeat pulsing)

- Okay, got that.

There you go.

And let's see. This one.

You need somethin'?

- How about a confession?

- I can't talk right
now, man. I'm at work.

- You know, she kept a diary.

- [Boston] What?

- With lots and lots of details

of every twisted, disgusting
thing you two did together.

Some of 'em I even had to
look up in the Kamasutra.

Oh, to be that young and flexible again.

- I don't know what you're talkin' about.

- Speakin' of young, she's underage, man.

You like having sex with
minors? You do that a lot?

- [Boston] It's not like that. I love her.

- Oh, you love her.

Well, let's hope she loves you, too,

enough to wait for you,

'cause it's gonna be a long
time before you see her again.

- Are you arresting me?

- I'm turning that diary
over to the sex crimes unit.

They'll be in touch.

In the meantime, you stay away from her.

Or prison's gonna be the
least of your problems.

You got me?

- This is your last chance, Tylar.

Do you understand that?

I changed the code, so
if you leave the gate,

make sure you have somewhere to go

because you're not getting back in.

- Give it back.

- I can't.

It's in an evidence locker
at the sheriff's station.

- What?

- Oh, you can have this back.

You calling him?

(phone ringing)

I don't think he's gonna answer.

- [Boston] Hello?

Hey, just kidding. It's Boston.

Can't get to the phone. Leave a message.

- Don't you care that
you're ruining my life?

- Dinner's gonna be
ready in about an hour.

So you should clean the room.

And leave this door open from now on.

It's good to have you back.

(door thuds)

(soft suspenseful music)

(phone buzzes)

(Boston grunts)

(somber music)

- Hi.

I missed you so much.

- I missed you, too.

- Did you delete our text
and our call history?

- Yeah, I did.

But I think the phone
company still has 'em.

- It doesn't matter.

All they can prove is that we met.

- That's all they need to
prove for me to go to prison.

What?

- Statutory rape's a felony, right?

It means 20 years. Maybe
more, I don't know.

But you're going to prison

unless I say I made
everything up in my diary,

that I was fantasizing.

- It won't work. Your mom saw us.

- Right.

She would have to testify
for a jury to believe

what's in the diary and convict.

- You said it yourself, there's
no way she won't testify.

- What if she can't testify?

- No. No.

- Yes.
- No, I'm not even

gonna go there.

- What choice do we have?

Either you can go to prison
until you're middle-aged

and we'll never see each other again,

or we can be together forever

and no one will get in the way.

It's a no brainer.

- No, that is not who we are.

- She made us that.

It's not our fault.

- I love you, Tylar.

- It can be like this always.

(somber music)

(diners chattering)

- Need you at the register.

- [Boston] I'm not comfortable
going up front today.

- Come on, I let you keep your job.

- I know, and that's cool of you,

but I'd rather quit
than go out there today.

(diners chattering)

(ominous music)

- Come on.

Is that them?

- Let's just get outta here, okay?

Come on, we can go to Belize.

We can go anywhere.
- No we can't.

I'm a minor, remember?

I can't leave the country
without Satan's permission.

This is the only way we can be together.

Here, let me see them.

(ominous music continues)

- What if she wakes up before we can...

- She might have had a
Valium or four in her wine.

Come on.

(suspenseful music)

(Val gasps)

- Tylar!

(dramatic music)

(soft tense music)

(dramatic music)

- Ty. What are you doing?

(gentle music)

(singer vocalizing)

(singer vocalizing)
(gentle music)

- We're free.

- Together forever.

(singer vocalizing)
(gentle music)

- I'm starving.

- Go ahead and get started.
I'll be down in a minute.

(fire crackling)

- So I was thinking.

We can do whatever we want now, right?

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- Well what I want is to marry you

and start a family as soon as it's legal.

- Wait, are you proposing to me?

- I wanna get you a ring.

- Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes.

(gentle music)

(laughs) I didn't think
that I could be this happy.

You make me so, so, so happy.

- So it's official then?

- Yes, my fiance.

You're looking at the
future Mrs. Tylar Colver.

- Oh.

I like that.

(phone buzzing)

(phone chimes)

- [Automated Voice] You
have one new message.

- [Val] Hey, Jojo, I saw
your car in the driveway.

Is everything okay?

Let me know if we're still on for lunch.

Call me.

- What do we do?

- We stay calm.

- Honey. Honey.

- What. What is it?

- It's 11 o'clock and Joanne
hasn't called me back yet.

It's gonna be a hundred degrees
and they have a fire going.

- You want me go to over there?

(phone buzzes)

(text bubbles chiming)

There you go.

- What are you doing?

- Joanne says she's going back to bed.

So am I.

Just be happy she and Tylar
are gettin' along, honey.

- [Boston] You think she bought it?

- I don't know.

Val is a serious pain in my ass.

- What are you doing?

- Mom is emailing sick to work.

We should have done that hours ago.

We have to be more careful.

- Okay, so it's Friday.

What if she doesn't get better by Monday?

- We will worry about that on Monday.

Hey, you know what we should now?

Engagement party.

We'll invite all our friends over. Yeah?

- What friends?

- Come on, we're getting married.

They'll have to accept us now. You'll see.

How about you call God

and I'll call Squishy and Graham Cracker?

Yeah? (giggles)

- [Boston] Party?

- [Tylar] Par-tay!

- [Boston] Deal.

- Yeah, and maybe you could bring, like,

some beer or whatever?

If we leave, we can't get back in.

Long story.

(buttons beeping)

(gate rattling)

Squishy, I gotta go.

Damn, I can't believe my
mom gave her the code.

- We gotta pretend not to be here.

- No, it won't work.

She's like a rabid dog.
She won't go away easily.

- [Boston] Okay, what then?

- We have to be ready.

(doorbell rings)

For anything.

- Hi, Val.

- No school today?

- Mom and I were up really late.

So she said it was cool if I skipped.

- Yeah, I heard you patched things up.

- Started to.

- Sounds hopeful.

It's awfully dark in there.

- Yeah, Mom's got a migraine,

so the light really bothers her.

- I made soup.

It'll just take me a minute to microwave

and then I can take it to her.

- She's sleeping, so I'll
just take it to her later.

- It's okay. I'll do it.

I wanna see her myself.

- Okay, but she's resting.

(phone ringing)
- Joanne!

Hey, honey.

Oh God, I'm so sorry.

No. No, no, no, I'll go with you.

- Is something wrong?

- Yeah, Devon's mom was
just rushed to the hospital.

They think she had a stroke.

- [Tylar] Oh no. I hope she's okay.

- Tell your mom to call me.

- I will. For sure.

(dramatic rock music)

(Tylar yelps)

♪ Hello ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

- So you and Colton, huh?

- Yeah, I guess.

It's only been a couple
days, so we'll see.

- So we cool then?

- You really like her, huh?

- She's my life.

- Then yeah.

I'm happy that you're happy.

♪ Took my stuff and ran
away and I want it back ♪

- So I guess your mom's chill now?

- Yeah.

I mean, took her a while, but...

Anyway, she's on board now.

- Everyone I know is getting married.

(scoffs) My dad is making
me go to Tahoe this weekend

to meet his new toy.

- [Tylar] Ew.

- Awkward much?
- Yeah.

- Hey, babe?

Wanna go inside?

- One sec.

♪ Let me see your keys ♪

♪ What can I say, I'm a
sucker for those jeans ♪

- [Squishy] Oh!

♪ Took my cash, took
my car, took my stuff ♪

♪ And ran away now I want it back ♪

♪ Want it back, want it back ♪

♪ Just bring me back ♪

- No, no more.

Oh my God, do not get my hair wet!

(heavy bass music thumping)

- So, you guys started
planning the wedding?

- Nah, we got plenty of
time to figure that out.

- What if we don't?

- What do you mean?

- Till death do us part, right?

- Yeah.

One way or another we're staying together.

- [God] What are you guys talking about?

I thought your mom said that
she was cool with you guys.

- Yeah, well she doesn't have
much to say about it anymore.

- [God] Why?

I thought that she was on a business trip?

How long is it supposed to last?

- Dude, she's not coming back.

- You guys are, like, starting
to freak me out a little bit.

What?

- Oh my God.

- Seriously.

- Oh my God. What the fuck?

- What the hell?

They're having a party?

- She said they were
getting along better, but...

- Oh come on.

She's so sick she can't get out of bed

and now she's throwing a party?

- What the fuck?

(doorbell rings)

- She's not gonna go away.

- The hell she won't.
- Who?

- Boston, you can't.

She doesn't know you're here.

(doorbell rings)

Hey, stop. Boston, wait!

- Fuck.

(fist pounding)

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

- You're trespassing.

- Why are you even here?

Where's Joanne?

- You heard him.

You're on private property.

You broke through our
gate. That's illegal.

- That's not gonna fly. Where is she?

- All right, step aside.

- [Tylar] You're not coming in.

- Nobody gets in without warrant.

- You got it. We'll be back.

And when we are,

she better be upstairs with
a cold compress on her head.

Come on, honey.

- (giggles) Hi.

Mm-mm, he's fine.

- So I guess your mom's chill now?

- Yeah.

I mean it took a while (indistinct).

♪ Is to be admired and adored ♪

- So nice to meet you.

- It's great meeting you. Congratulations.

- Bye!

(ominous music)

- What, man?

What do you want, Boston?

- You're not gonna tell
anybody about this, right?

- What's gonna happen to you guys?

- We're gonna be together
and that's all that matters.

Okay?

(Boston sighs)

- Okay, so how long does a warrant take?

- I don't know.

I mean, it depends how fast

they can find a judge on the weekend.

- Okay, so we need to move Mom like now.

- How? How?

The bitch next door is literally watching

every move we make.

I mean, even if we can
get the body out, which...

The gate is the only way
out, and if we leave,

it's open season on us.

- Okay, so everyone's against us.

They're never gonna let us live together.

- The only thing we can do now is-

- Die together.

(ominous music)

- I promised you a castle.

- I don't need a castle if I've got you.

(gentle music)

- [Colton] You haven't said
much since we left the party.

What did Boston say to you?

- Nothing, nothing important.

- [Colton] God, are you okay?

You can talk to me.

- I need you to leave.

- (chuckles) Why? Why?

- Just leave.

- You're serious.

Okay.

(phone ringing)

- God?
- Yeah.

- [Squishy] What's up?

- I need you guys to
come to La Cantina now.

- [Squishy] Now? Why?

- I can't, just come. I'll
tell you when you get here.

- [Squishy] Okay. Be there in 10.

- Okay. Bye.

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

(buttons beeping)

(gate rattling)

- Fuck, fuck, fuck.

- Man, I hate that woman.

(dramatic music continues)

- Okay.

(dramatic bass music)

- Joanne?

(dramatic bass music continues)

Joanne?

Jo? No!

- V!
- No! No!

- It's me, it's me.
(Val sobbing)

It's okay.

- [Val] (sobbing) No!

I told you. (sobbing)

- It's me.

(Val sobbing)

- Why didn't you tell
us about this before?

- But seriously, why
are you telling us now?

You just made us accessories to murder!

- We need to call the police.

- No. No, man.

- What are you talking about?
- I did this.

They met because of me.

- We need to get our shit together.

Okay, we need to do something about this

before they do anything else.

- Like what?

- I don't know, man.

They were talking some crazy shit.

Till death do us part shit.

(ominous music)

- Let's do this.

- Okay, the sooner we go to the police,

the less we're a part of this, right?

- How do we even know this is true?

Maybe they're just messing with your head.

- No man.

You weren't there, but they're
in some fucked mental place.

- I was supposed to be
in Tahoe two hours ago,

so as far as I'm concerned,
I never heard any of this.

- Even if they're really suicidal.

♪ Life was so hard it made me weep ♪

♪ Built to last, this girl ain't weak ♪

- What the hell are you guys doing?

- Eloping.

- To where?

- Look, it doesn't matter.

Okay, Squishy.

I left Ty's bag behind
your house in our spot.

You know what I'm talking about?

- [Squishy] Yeah, but...

- Go get it and then call me, okay?

- Ty, don't do this.

Whatever you're doing,
we can figure a way out.

- I'm not looking for a way out, Graham.

I already have one.

- [Graham] What does that mean?

- Please, just tell us where you're going.

- [Tylar] To our castle.

- What castle?

(phone beeps)

What the fuck?

- [Dispatcher] Liberty 25, code 6.

105 North Avenue.

- They won't get very far. There's a BOLO.

- Credit card purchases on the mom's card

point to maybe Tahoe.

- All right, thank you.

Well, are we done here?

I'd like to get my wife home to rest.

- Of course.

- Come on, honey.

Come on, honey.

(birds chirping)

All right, what are you up to?

- Investigating fraud.

These are the purchases
made on Joanne's credit card

in the last five hours.

- Gas station, mini mart,
another gas station.

All in the direction of the mountains.

Could be headin' for Tahoe, maybe.

- Except look.

This mini mart is 20 miles
past the first gas station.

The second gas station
is 20 miles past that.

Who stops every 20 miles to get gas?

And make regular purchases?

- Somebody wants us to believe

they're heading for the mountains.

(ominous music)

- [Val] I'm telling you,

they've got you on a wild goose chase.

- Listen to her. She knows
what she's talking about.

- Even if they did throw
us off their scent,

their plates will be caught
by the BOLO sooner or later.

- Do we want 'em found sooner or later?

- They ditch the car, it's gonna be later,

maybe too much later.

- [Val] I need Joanne's phone.

- It's been bagged for evidence.

I can't let you handle it.

- Look, that phone'll have calls

to and from Colver's number.

- [Officer] I get that.

- It's a shortcut to tracking his cell.

- Maybe we'll get lucky.

- I can't just break the chain of custody.

We may need it to put him away.

- One of Tylar and Colver's
friends just called 911.

You were right.

They sent her phone and
the mom's credit card

off with someone else.

Get the vic's phone.

It's a good thing.

(soft suspenseful music)

- It's cheesier than I remember.

(Boston sighs)

- According to Yelp it's
been closed for years.

- That sucks.

But hey, at least I got
to see it one more time.

- [Val] They could be crossing a border

or hurting somebody else right now.

- So you're sure their
friend really doesn't know

where they're headed, huh?

- We shook him down pretty good.

I don't think he was lying.

All they told him was
something about a castle,

but he didn't know what that meant.

- A castle. Follow me.

- So what do we do now?

- Let's find somewhere to stay.

(soft somber music)

- The castle restaurant

Joanne took Tylar to for her birthday.

She said Tylar thought it
was the best day of her life.

Let's go.

- Where are you going?

- L.A.

(Boston grunts)

- I'm sorry.

- Doesn't matter.

Place is perfect.

(soft tense music)

(dramatic rock music)

♪ All the days been longing for me ♪

♪ I always thought about you ♪

You, Stephen Colver, are my forever.

♪ I never thought I'd come around ♪

I promise I'll always be yours.

- [Boston] You, Tylar
Witt, are my forever,

and I promise always to be yours.

(dramatic music)

♪ I'm gonna take what I want ♪

♪ I'm gonna take what I want ♪

♪ I'm gonna take what I need ♪

♪ I'm gonna do as I please ♪

♪ I'm gonna take what I want ♪

- You never told me why
they call you Boston.

♪ I'm gonna take what I want ♪

- When I was younger, I
had a speech impediment.

I couldn't say my Rs, so
people thought I sounded

like I had a Massachusetts accent.

So they called me Boston and it stuck.

- That's dumb. (chuckles)

(Tylar coughing)

(dramatic music)

- [Val] What did he say?

- They're confirming he's in L.A.,

triangulating his phone now
to get an exact location.

- To where?

- They're sending local units.

- Where?

- They asked us not to interfere.

(sirens blaring)

(Tylar coughs)

(dramatic music)
(sirens blaring)

- No, no, no, no.

No, you said you wouldn't leave me.

(dramatic music)

You swore you'd stay with me.

- Police, open up!
- Boston.

Don't leave me.

(Boston gasps)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- [Devon] Too bad you didn't consume

more of that rat poison.

So, now that you're gonna live, tell me,

did Tylar make you do it?

- I'm tellin' ya, man.

Ty had nothing to do with it.

- So you two made sure to get
your stories straight, huh?

Just in case death
didn't quite do you part.

Haven't heard that one before.

You two are a piece of work.

- I couldn't go in.

- It was all me. I stabbed her.

- I just curled up outside her door.

And she was screaming.

So, I put my hands over
my ears and I hummed.

- I killed her.

- Guess that's love.

You wanted her dead.

You've been quoted as
saying that many times.

- No. No, I loved my mom.

I miss her so much.

- 20 stab wounds.

The one to her neck
nearly took her head off.

That's not love. That's rage.

(officer chattering on radio)

It's a tragedy that three
lives had to be ruined

just to save you the inconvenience
of a slap on the wrist.

- 20 years for felony rape
ain't a slap on the wrist, man.

- Neither's life in prison
or a stay on death row.

Boy, where'd you get 20 years?

Worst you woulda faced for statutory

is a misdemeanor charge,
most likely probation.

No jail time.

- You said I would go
away for a long time.

- I wanted you to stay away from Tylar.

Who gave you the idea you'd do 20 years?

- Ty, what'd you do to me?
♪ I need a lot of space ♪

♪ But I like it ♪

No, Ty, tell me you love me.

Tylar, tell them that you love me.

Look at me, Ty.

Ty, fucking look at me!

Fucking look at me, Ty!

You fucking did this, Ty!

She fucking did it! She fucking did it!

(dramatic music)

♪ Holding on to you ♪

♪ Holding on to you ♪

♪ Holding on to you ♪

♪ Holding on to you ♪

(dramatic rock music)

♪ Well Evil said to Stupid ♪

♪ You look like you could use a friend ♪

♪ And Stupid says, that's great ♪

♪ I ain't ever had me one of them ♪

♪ Then Stupid said to Evil ♪

♪ How does this friendship work ♪

♪ And Evil says, it's easy ♪

♪ You just stick your
head down in the dirt ♪

♪ So Stupid dug a hole ♪

♪ And stuck his head down in the sand ♪

♪ And Evil had free reign to
carry out his wicked plans ♪

(dramatic music)
(airplane whooshing)

(bright gentle music)