All language subtitles for Backstrom - 01x13 - Rock Bottom.WEB-DL.English.edit.Addic7ed.com

You lied to me, Lieutenant Backstrom.

When?

Always and every time since the day we met.

Do you know what these are?

L-lies?

No, the truth. You see this number?

I-I can't really read it,
your hand is shaking so much.

It is a blood-alcohol level of .06.

That's legal.

You showed me an alcoholics anonymous chip

to prove you were sober.

Your cholesterol is through the roof,

your heart oversized,

your lungs congested, and
yet you still smoke cigars.

- I'm cutting down!
- You know what this is?

Okay, why do you keep showing me things

and asking me what they are?

It is my official recommendation
to the chief of police

that you be relieved of active duty

due to your imminent and inevitable death.

And what are you planning to do with that?

Because the hippocratic oath
prevents me from shoving it

up your ass, I intend to deliver it

to chief Cervantes today.

- Deb, we...
- No more lies.

I have tried to help you, and
you've treated me like a fool.

Sorry to interrupt.

We got a dead indigenous
body under a bridge.

What's up, Dr. Deb?

Ah, your last case. Good day to you.

Why did Dr. Deb say this is your last case?

You're in some kind of
trouble or something?

What the hell is he doing here?

Oh, Captain Rocha was
found with the dead body.

Oh, lord, if it turns out

that Rocha committed this murder,

yea verily it shall come to pass

that I shall live in service to thee

and repent of my ways forever

and ever, amen, shalom, inshallah...

- Please.
- ...Hare hare.

Do not waste god's time
with prayers like that.

So Rocha's not the killer, huh?

- No.
- Damn.

Captain Rocha says that the victim

was his confidential informant.

Rocha, you're only a
cop on the reservation.

Otherwise, you're just a guy in what
mostly looks like a janitor's uniform.

The victim's name was Jeremy Chase.

He's 20 years old. He had a wife and kid.

And he's dead because he was helping me.

Yeah? Looks like he learned his lesson.

Captain Rocha said that
the victim was still alive

when he got here.

So, were there any last words?

Well, that's the thing.

I'll only tell you Jeremy's last words

if you promise to include
me in the investigation.

Gravely...

...arrest Rocha on a
whole bunch of charges.

What? Obstructing justice,

blackmailing a peace officer, being a dick.

Lieutenant is right.

Captain Rocha is withholding information

in a homicide investigation
unacceptable.

It's my fault this kid got killed!

I got to be a part of the investigation!

What's wrong with you guys?

Niedermayer, you're up.

Yes, Lieutenant.

Uh, this is the vehicle
that the victim arrived in,

and then another vehicle joined him.

We're taking the tracks right now.

But judging by the width of those tracks,

the second vehicle was
either a truck or a 4x4.

Now, this right here
shows me that the victim

was leaning against his car.

His face shows me that he
was struck two to four times,

but open-handed, by a very strong man.

His nose is broken. Now,
here's the interesting part.

He was stabbed here once,

but it nicked the
common iliac artery

which indicates a blade
length of 8 inches.

So he would have lost
consciousness in 10 minutes.

He'd be dead within 15 minutes.

This artery stuff...

You're saying the killer
did this on purpose?

I don't think it was a lucky hit.

Then we're looking for somebody

who's very, very good with a blade.

Oh, one more thing.

After the victim was stabbed,
he was kicked in the back

hard enough to leave a
blueprint and rupture a kidney.

Everyone knows Indians kill Indians,

so we're looking for an especially mean one

who loves using a knife and wears boots...

Which is all of the men
and half of the women.

- Everett?
- Oh, no.

If you were here on official
business, you would have said

"Lieutenant," which means
you're here as Rocha's girlfriend

and not as the head

of the civilian oversight committee,

and I don't have to listen to you.

Look, Jesse's sorry he
tried to make a deal.

Make a deal?

Blackmail.

He's sorry that he tried to blackmail you,

and he wants you to know
the victim's last words.

Okay.

"Rock bottom."

"Rock bottom"?

You're already looking for
first nations suspects, correct?

If by that, you mean Indians, then yes.

Captain Rocha has the
respect of every reservation

in the pacific northwest,

including wabacooche reservation.

You love saying "Captain" 'cause
it's higher up than Lieutenant.

Stop that.

Well, I'll have you know

that I am a real lieutenant
and he's just an Indian captain.

So... Apples and Indians, Amy.

Apples and Indians.

Jesse's a real cop.

Wait. Why did you say the
wabacooche reservation?

Captain Rocha said the
killer's a meth dealer

from the wabacooche reservation.

I'll release Rocha. Paquet!

You won. Your work here is done.

That's your creepy
smile. What just happened?

Good seeing you, Amy.

You bellowed, Lieutenant?

I need you to dig up some information

on the financials of the
sheriff of wabacooche county.

Do you have a warrant?

Do I need a warrant?

Uh, w-what am I looking for here?

You're looking for evidence
of payoffs to the sheriff

from the criminal
element in the drug trade.

Wait, we're...
we're talking about

Sheriff Blue Backstrom
of wabacooche county?

Y-your father?

Don't rub it in.

Go!

Go!

You know, I was perfectly fine

not speaking with my mother,

and you had to go reopen
that whole can of worms.

Been making up for lost time like I'm 10.

"Don't be a thief, val.

"You should use your
brain to be a lawyer, val.

When do I get to meet your boyfriend, val?"

Pbht,
like I got a boyfriend.

What do I need a boyfriend for?

I'm young and beautiful and horny.

Look, I'm sure Dr. Deb was just bluffing.

He wasn't bluffing.
That was one angry Hindu.

These are burned.

I know. I'm not blind.

Listen, can't you demand a second opinion?

What does the police
union have to say about it?

There's got to be an
appeal process or...

Ooh, you know what you should do?

You should call Dr.
Deb's medical credentials

into question and get him fired, huh?

Lou was right. You should become a lawyer.

It's the man who stole your woman.

Should I let him in?

Jeremy had a new baby and a wife.

He needed money.

Then he got sucked into muling

for a meth distributor named Edgar Norwest.

I caught Jeremy, and I talked him

into working with me
in return for immunity.

So it was you who arranged
to meet under the bridge?

And Norwest must have caught on
and got to Jeremy before I did.

And Norwest, he likes to use a knife?

Leaving a guy to bleed to death

knowing who killed him?

That's Norwest's signature move.

He boasts about it.

There's 11 murders that match the M.O.

You know, if I'd been under that
bridge 10 minutes earlier...

You probably would have gotten
sliced and diced up, too.

Look, Norwest is using
the Indian reservations

throughout the whole pacific northwest

to distribute into nearby towns.

It's weird my dad never stopped him.

Yeah, well, you know your old man.

He doesn't care what Indians do

as long as they do it on the reservation.

What about other towns and counties?

Yeah. Norwest has white lawyers.

Name is Kritko...
Expert in Indian rights.

He keeps whitey away.

Huh.

You'll fold me into the case?

Yeah. Sure thing. Start tomorrow.

We're good, you and me, about everything?

You mean about Amy?

I mean Amy.

Bros before hos. Get some sleep.

Come on, chief.

No, you cannot take a team
up into wabacooche county.

I have compelling testimony

from an Indian cop that the murderer

is an Indian from wabacooche county.

What you do in that situation is,

you have the sheriff of
cooch county make the arrest.

I have reason to believe...

...the sheriff is taking
payoffs from the murderer.

You have evidence?

He's a terrible person.

Hating your old man isn't evidence.

Paquet!

You want evidence? I'll give you evidence.

And by the way, there's an envelope

on my desk from Dr. Chaman.

Do not open it.

Come in.

Hello, chief.

Please tell chief Cervantes
what you've discovered

about Sheriff Backstrom's finances.

Oh, well, there's no indication

that he received, uh, cash, gifts,

properties from Oregon,
United States, or offshore.

He still lives in the
same house he paid off

42 years ago, and...
Oh... and his vacations

are very few and far
between, and they're cheap...

Dismissed.

Traitor.

You need to stop fixating on your father

and convince Dr. Chaman
to withdraw that envelope.

You know, I've got a couple months'

vacation time coming to me.

I'd like to request one.

- To cooch county?
- Do I really need to tell you

where I'm gonna go on my vacation?

What about the murder?

The thing to do in that
situation is to have the sheriff

of cooch county make the arrest.

You know, it seems
to me you're more interested

in getting your father
on some corruption charge

than apprehending a murderer.

I'm so sorry.

I'm on vacation right now,
and you keep talking shop.

If I read that envelope
while you're on vacation,

I may have to tell old Blue to
take away your gun and badge.

I'll send a postcard.

You know, when I hired you
to drive me, I didn't ask you

to bring along your mommy.

Not my idea.

God, you guys really did grow
up in the sticks, didn't you?

Pretty much.

Everett, that guy in
there, he says he knows you.

Oh, great.

So much for sneaking in and out
of town without being noticed.

Oh, it's okay...
I told him we came

to see my mother at the retirement home.

You mean the retirement trailer park?

Is that really why you came?

- Yeah.
- Hmm?

Plus, I need you to
promise me... promise me...

That you won't tell Blue
that Valentine is his son.

Why don't you tell him the other reason?

What other reason?

I believe you should visit the place

where your mother's ashes were scattered.

Wh-why?

Uh, so that you can
tell her you forgive her

for committing suicide and
leaving you all alone with Blue.

You're in on this?

If I have to make peace with my mother,

why shouldn't you make peace with yours?

Everett?

Why are you bringing a great, big rifle

and hundreds of rounds
of ammunition with you?

I am on vacation. I plan
on doing a little hunting.

Now could we go, please?

Hey! Where are we going?

Rocha's informant's last
words were "rock bottom."

Understandable he felt that way,

since he was bleeding to death and all.

No, it's not a feeling. Rock
bottom is a literal place.

Hey, yeah, for me, too.

The rock bottom I'm talking about

is a low-lying strip of land
next to a creek or a river.

And you're gonna check the place out?

No, I'm gonna arrest a meth dealer

and a murderer,

and I'm gonna put
a corrupt sheriff on trial.

That way, the chief can't can me

just because I've got high cholesterol.

Now, if I see anything scary,
we're gonna sneak out of here

and come back with the cavalry.

There he is...
Edgar Norwest.

- Hey, what do you got?
- Shh!

Okay.

Okay, so what do we do now?

What do we do now?
We get the hell out of here.

What?

Call in air strikes.

Hey. That's your guy, isn't it?

And what looked like a ton of meth.

Listen, if we wait for the cavalry,

it could all be gone.

We are outnumbered. I need backup.

Okay. Now there's only one.

Shoot him.

What?

Concoct a story. I'll back you up.

That's crazy.

You said he stabbed the
boy and god knows who else.

Shoot him.

Come on. Do it.

I can't.

Valentine! No! No! No!

Freeze! FBI. Freeze, or I'll ice you.

This is native land.

Even the FBI has to ask
permission to come here.

I'm pretty sure the FBI can
do whatever the hell they want.

No way you're a fed.
And what the hell is he?

Portland police bureau.

This is Indian land!

Valentine!

Get on your knees and put
your hands behind your head.

I mean it. I will not miss the next time.

Like I did that time. Totally on purpose.

Give me that. Go cuff Norwest.

How do you know my name?

Slap them on till they
hurt, behind his back.

I know
how to work handcuffs.

These aren't the gay, fun-filled,

furry-lined kind, okay?

He slips out of these, you're gonna get

a lot more than a spanking.

Promises, promises.

Yikes. Is that the murder weapon?

Stand him up.

We got to get out of here.

A lot easier to shoot him.

You're gonna wish you had.

Really? Gas again, Valentine?

It's oil. This thing
burns more oil than gas.

Who are you guys really?

I told you
already...

Portland police bureau, special crimes.

Let me go.

I'll give you $10,000.

Really? You hear that, Valentine?

He wants to give us
$10,000. What do you think?

I think he's lying and that he's gonna

hunt us down and kill
us with his big knife.

This is cooch county.

Don't you got to turn me
over to Blue Backstrom?

Oh, you'd like that,
wouldn't you?

'Cause you're paying him off.

Everybody knows you can't
pay off Blue Backstrom.

Everybody knows you can't transport meth

across cooch county
without Blue getting a cut.

Blue's a rattlesnake.

I stay out of his way,
he stays out of mine.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me. God!

I heard you were in town.

We're here on an official
police operation, dad.

Dad? He's your dad?

Okay.

What sort of official
police operation, son?

I'm transporting a fugitive
to the city of Portland, okay?

So just go be about your business.

This is cooch county,
son. It's all my business.

Especially a handcuffed Indian in a...

communist car you got here.

Listen to me.

That son of a bitch takes me into custody,

you're gonna find me at the pearly gates.

I don't know your religion,
but going around stabbing people

in the spleen typically
doesn't lead to heaven.

Pearly gates is an abandoned Mercury mine.

- What?
- Yeah. It...

Yo, uh, tombstone, I
got a question for you.

Does everything in your county
have a funny little name?

I'll bet you've been called

a few funny little names yourself.

Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna abide by the law,

gonna argue our respective
cases in front of judge Nunn.

She'll tell us what'll happen after that.

Yeah, I'm so sorry, dad. I can't make it.

Just not dressed for court.

It's cooch county, son. We
don't stand on formalities.

I want my lawyer.

I demand to be transported
with my fugitive.

Fine with me. You want
to be handcuffed together?

What methamphetamine, your honor?

I don't see any methamphetamine.

Go to rock bottom. You'll see it.

- I can't do that.
- Why? - Because, like you, I'm white.

And rock bottom is on the
wabacooche first nations reservation.

Show me on a map.

You had no right to be
there without an invitation

from the wabacooche
reservation tribal police.

Did you have that permission,
Lieutenant Backstrom?

Sheriff Backstrom, you
got a dog in this fight?

Norwest here is a murderous son of a bitch

who owns the tribal police.

Now, if you want
my opinion...

My client was kidnapped at
gunpoint from Indian land,

shot at by a civilian.

There is no warrant for his
arrest and no probable cause

to hold him.

I do not appreciate being interrupted.

Where are we? Deadwood?

Norwest is a person of interest

in a homicide investigation
in Portland, your honor.

You got a warrant?

No.

No, I don't.

But I don't need one. I mean, look at him.

He's covered in neck tattoos.

- Guy's bad news.
- That's racist.

I got to let the bad-news,
murderous son of a bitch go.

Thank you, your honor.

Thank the lieutenant,

who grossly mishandled the legal niceties.

Beer.

Coming up.

I heard you quit drinking.

It's beer. Beer is not drinking.

If you'd have kept your nose out,

Norwest would be in jail right now.

Judge Nunn is willing to issue me

a warrant for your arrest.

Kidnapping.

I told her it wasn't you
who did the kidnapping,

but your spunky little gay fella.

By "spunky" you better
mean badass, old man.

Do you mind?

Go on, spunky.

Norwest will now go to
ground on the reservation

till we all forget about him.

You, that judge, and that
lawyer conspired to figure out

a way to let Norwest go
and make it look legal.

Why the hell would I do that?

"Why?"

He's running a big meth operation.

Nothing goes on in this town

that you don't have under your thumb.

He keeps his operation on the reservation.

It's not my concern.

He's paying you off.

Get out of my county, Everett.

Lou's spending the night
at the trailer park with her mother.

Good for her.

It's on the way to the interstate.

I say we pack up, we pick her up,

and we get the hell out of cooch.

That's exactly what Blue
wants us to do... run.

What are we staying for?

You promised me a part
in this investigation.

Yeah, then I remembered what happened

to the last guy
you worked with...

He got gutted like a fish.

Rocha, no.
Get... get off!

You think anybody would care
if I choked the life out of you?

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, get off of him!

Let's all settle down here.

What's going on here?

What are you guys doing here?

Well, we figured you were
coming up here for Edgar Norwest.

Alone.

- Plus tangling with old Blue.
- Yeah, and if you mess up,

you lose your job, what happens to us?

Wait, I thought we decided
not to say that part.

No. Saving your jobs is the
part that makes it sound true.

You had Norwest in custody?

He was alone. It seemed
like a good idea at the time.

Ha. You took him from rock bottom?

Bold move, considering it's Indian land.

Yeah, Blue and his cronies let him go,

but I came away with this.

Whoa. Is this the murder weapon?

That's your job, "noodlemayer."

Where is Norwest now?

Hiding out at the reservation.

That's okay, 'cause Captain Rocha

- can still go get him.
- Now you need me?

Go to hell, the whole bunch of you.

We'll give you sole credit for the collar.

That easy? What do you get?

The main reason the lieutenant is here

is not for Edgar Norwest.

Then what is it?

I want to bust my dad
on corruption charges.

I never heard any rumors

about Blue Backstrom being a crooked cop.

That's how good he is.

Then what do you suggest?

Take Moto. He'll help you arrest the guy.

I'm a good man in a fight.

Unh-unh. No white guys on the reservation.

What? "White guys"?

If you're not an Indian,
you're a white guy.

All right, why don't you
take Moto, and he'll just...

He can go with you to
the reservation border,

just as backup?

You don't trust
the lieutenant...

That's understandable,
but you can trust us.

Okay.

Let's go.

- Wait! Right now?
- Yeah.

Staking out the
lawyer was a waste of time.

Be patient.

Right.

That's Kritko.

Is he drunk?

He looks hurt.

Mr. Kritko. Are you all right?

Who are you?

Portland police bureau.

Looks like you've been assaulted.

I'm fine. Thank you for your concern.

What the hell was that?

My guess is, he saw the light.

Probably decided to
resign as Norwest's lawyer,

Norwest took exception and...
gave him a good ear twist.

John.

Detective Gravely.

John, Blue Backstrom
tore that lawyer's ear off

and drove him out of town.

Welcome to cooch county.

What happened?

We got a big problem.

Rocha's not answering his phone.

Looks like you tried to
get on the reservation.

Tribal cops turned me
away... no white guys.

They kicked my ass.

Norwest has got him. Rocha's in trouble.

I'm checking to see if
Captain Rocha's cellphone

is still broadcasting his GPS.

Norwest's lawyer left town late last night.

He'd been roughed up.

Norwest beat up his lawyer?

Ear torn off?

How did you know that?

That's my dad's signature move

when he wants to get someone to leave town.

Hold on a second.

Sheriff Backstrom assaulted a lawyer?

I've been trying to tell you people,

but all you see is the
noble, old-cowboy sheriff.

I got it. Here are the coordinates.

That's in the middle of nowhere.

On or off the reservation?

Miles from the reservation.
Plausible deniability.

Yeah. His location hasn't
changed in over an hour.

Niedermayer, you and Moto get up there.

- That's a good job.
- Yeah.

Be careful, guys... Vests and guns.

All right, so...

Captain Rocha?

He's been stabbed. We've got you.

That's a lot
of blood, Niedermayer.

It's the common iliac artery.

Then he was kicked?

I'm gonna have to reach in
there and plug the artery.

Otherwise, he's gonna bleed out.

Okay, do it.

It's gonna cause a lot of
pain. The shock could kill him.

I don't see you got much choice.

I apologize, Captain Rocha.

Afternoon, everyone. Captain
Rocha still in surgery?

Going on three hours.

That means they're still fighting for him.

He's got a chance.

So, the knife work was consistent

with the killing of Jeremy Chase.

It had to be Norwest.

It had to be. See, he nicks the artery.

And he leaves him in the
middle of nowhere to die.

I should call Amy Gazanian.

Why?

Because... she would really like to know.

Those things are gonna kill you.

You gonna make me quit?
Twist my ear off?

Why ain't you up with
the rest of your people?

Maybe you're hoping the man dies,

considering he's the one
that took Amy away from you.

I haven't had Amy in years, dad.

How could anyone take her away from me?

She came back to Portland.

You had a chance to set your life right.

She chose another man
because you're a common drunk.

Oh, no. I'm not common.

I'm spectacular.

Rocha dies, this becomes
a murder in my county.

Now, I'd appreciate it
if, uh, y'all get the hell

out of the way and, uh, let me do my job.

How come you you never told
me that mom killed herself?

I thought it would be better for you

if she died in childbirth.

My whole life, I believed that you hated me

because I killed my mother.

And you let me believe that.

I'm you.

Oh.

I'm a cowboy.

I live the cowboy way...

Staunch, loyal, upright, and true.

I'm a man of rectitude and of few words.

Well, there's another trait
I didn't pass on to you.

I have a wife who I loved
and a bunch of cowboy sons,

and then she gets pregnant again
for the last time... a mistake.

She has a boy.

And I look at him... And I think...

"That's no son of mine."

And then I realize, "oh, wait a minute.

She cheated on me."

Aah!

Damn!

So that's a "no"?

I hate you because I believe
in doing the right thing

and being a good man, and you don't believe

in anything...
You never have.

"Doing the right thing"?

I protect innocent people from bad people

by putting bad people in jail.

Oh. Or forcing them out of town.

Whatever has to be done.

Norwest stabs a cop in my county?

That crosses a line.

Whatever it takes, huh?

Oh, he'll never do anything
bad to anybody else again.

That's why I became a cop
to help good people.

You don't even believe in good people.

Why did you become a cop?

I'll save you some time
to compete with me.

You lose again.

Little man in big boots,

making everyone do what he wants.

Big man in a little pond.

Your son Everett Backstrom
is twice the cop you are.

And you should be proud of him.

Who do you think you are?

Well...

I'm Louise Finster's son.

- Valentine.
- And I'm your son.

So what you have here is two sons

telling their old man to go to hell.

It's impressive the way he just walks away.

A real cowboy.

Yeah.

But he broke the first
rule of being a cowboy.

Don't talk too much.

Your dad out and out
admitted he'd killed Norwest?

Might as well have.

Well, how do you know
the body's buried here?

Norwest told me where dad
gets rid of the bodies.

That's certainly intimidating.

Am I gonna get cancer here?

Uh, I-if you don't drink the water,

touch the soil, or breathe the air,

you should be fine.

This is well-maintained.
No signs of it being picked.

Can you pick it?

Uh, maybe.

Fresh tire tracks.

Animal tracks, too.

Coyote, possum, buzzard.

Look at that.

Fox scat, possum, lots of birds.

Who are you? Daniel Boone?

They're all carrion tracks, Almond.

Lieutenant?!

That's Edgar Norwest.

Well, somebody emptied an
entire shotgun into him,

- both barrels.
- Why's he naked?

Well, he was clothed at
the time he was killed.

How do you know that?

There's fibers in the wounds,
so he was stripped after death.

Probably find his clothes
in the back of the mine.

The best way to dispose of human remains

is to open the corpse up,
leaving it for scavengers.

Three days, there's nothing left.

How do you want to handle this?

Niedermayer, you stay here.

Make sure this body
doesn't get eaten any more

than it already has and
take some photos of the area.

Almond, you're with me.

You know, we have regular
A.A. meetings in my church.

Eh, it won't do any good.

I'm toast, Almond.

Dr. Deb is gonna pull my physical.

Well, keeping your job is not
the only reason to get help.

You gonna leave poor
Niedermayer out there all night?

I haven't decided who to call.

I'm you.

Just kidding.

But I do have sympathy for your dilemma.

Really?

But you believe Blue killed Norwest?

Then call the state police.

I don't have much evidence.

You're not looking to convict here.

You're looking to open an investigation.

Okay. So what would you do?

Norwest was a murderer.

11 people that we know about.

If Rocha lives, he may be brain-damaged.

So, you're saying my dad
was right to kill him?

We both know cops who
have crossed the line.

You and me have done it ourselves.

So you think I shouldn't accuse my father?

I want you to consider the
matter of your immortal soul.

My what?

Your soul.

If you turn in your father,

you should do it for the right reasons.

Not because it's your last
chance and you hate him.

I see what you're doing.

Devil's advocate.

A man turns on his own father,

he'd better be certain in his heart.

Yes. This is Lieutenant Everett Backstrom

with the special crimes unit
of the Portland police bureau.

I want to report a murder
in wabacooche county.

No. I can't call the sheriff's office.

We have evidence the sheriff
might have committed the murder.

We have tire tracks,
bootprints, GPS evidence

that indicates that Sheriff
Blue Backstrom was present

at the time and place
the victim was murdered.

Sheriff Backstrom,
I have to inform you

that you are under investigation
for the murder of Edgar Norwest.

You are hereby suspended,

and I am asking you for
your gun and your badge.

I also require your boots.

You want my boots, get
yourself a damn warrant.

So, this is where mom's
ashes were scattered.

Now what?

Say a prayer.

Tell her how you're doing.

Dear, mom, this is your son Everett.

I just want to let you know...

That because of me, dad is
being investigated for murder.

So... what?

Hello, Mrs. Backstrom.
It's very nice to meet you.

My name's Gregory Valentine.
And I am your son's brother.

Wish we had flowers.

Yeah.

The bowl my mom made for me.

It's beautiful.

Everett!

Thank you.

Hey, mom.

Listen. I know that there's no
afterlife or god or heaven or hell,

but if, on the off chance, I'm wrong

and you can hear me,

will you please send me some kind of sign

that I did the right thing?

That's what I thought.

My name is Everett, and I'm an alcoholic.

Hello, Everett.

I...

I'm also partial to
prescription medications,

gambling.

I suppose I should throw
in nicotine, food,

porn.

And I've been known to
lie, especially to, uh,

try and keep my job.

Right?

I'm you, and I'm an alcoholic.

I'm me, and I'm an alcoholic,

and I just wanted to share with you...

how I've recently hit bottom.

It all started...

When I got called up to lead

this elite unit of cops.

I got a promotion.

And, uh, the unit was very successful.

They're pretty okay.

They support me.

It's the first time in
my life that I feel like

I've been a part of a team.

I recently discovered I had a brother.

A woman that I loved...

A woman that I love

recently came back into my life.

I stood up to my dad...

A man who beat me and
belittled me my entire life.

I went to the place where my
mother's ashes were scattered.

And...

I felt something.

I guess, when I talk about it all...

...like that, it just sounds pretty good.

But I've never felt worse.

I've hit rock bottom.

I'm you.

I'm you.

I'm you.

I'm everybody, I guess.

And I'm here...

because I am powerless over my addiction.

And my life,

which suddenly means something to me...

has become unmanageable.

Bravo.

Bravo, I say.

So now what?