All language subtitles for The Equalizer (2021) 3x03 - Gaslight (English)

I'm the one you
call when you can't call 911.

Previously on The Equalizer...

How's it going, Harry?

Enjoying being dead?

I want you to resurrect me.

I just don't want to keep hiding.

There's something going on

that you both need to know about.

Mom!

Mom!

Rob!

I can't believe I let this
happen in front of my family.

- I got to get to work.
- What's the case?

Is it dangerous?

We deserve a heads-up.

Mom, I know you're only

checking up on me because
you're worried.

If you really want to help, train me.

What the hell? I know I locked these.

Kaylee.

Kaylee?

Kaylee?!

Everything's okay, bug.

Mommy's gonna keep you safe
from whatever this is.

What do you want from us?!

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- Morning.
- Morning.

Morning.

Excuse you.

Who said you could have coffee?

Just this once?

I was up late. I was finishing
my calculus homework.

You mean "Cam-culus"?

I heard you talking
to him late last night.

I called him for help on an equation.

Sure was a whole lot
of giggling going on.

I don't remember math being that fun.

- It is, when you're studying with Cam.
- Mm-hmm.

No. I have something else that will

raise your blood sugar.

I got to go.

Uh, Mom, hold on.

Have you given any thought

to what we talked about?

Training me.

How to defend myself, to do

the things that you do.

Can we talk about this later?

Sure.

Dee...

I know what happened was scary, but

I don't want you to worry
about that stuff.

You have already been through enough.

When my dad died...

I had to grow up way faster
than I should've.

And I don't want that for you.

So, I get no say in this?

Yes, of course you do,

but sometimes I'm gonna have
to make decisions

that you are not gonna like,

but it's just because
I'm looking out for you,

even if you can't see that now.

Now, I got to run,

so if you want to talk more later,
I'm here.

Okay.

Excuse me?

Did you forget something?

I did not

forget our agreement; it's just

a meeting, nothing serious.

Nothing serious and...

And I will call you as
soon as I find out more.

There we go.

Have a good day.

Bye.

I can't take much more of this.
I don't know what to do.

Hey, why don't you just

start at the beginning?

I know how this is going to sound...

...but I think

my dead husband is trying to kill me.

I know.

This is the part
where you tell me I'm crazy.

This is the part where you elaborate.

Of course.

It all started a couple weeks back.

At first it was small things.

I smelled his cologne in the hallway,

I heard footsteps in the basement.

But then last night, I found

a knife stuck through
my wedding picture,

pinning it to the bedroom door.

And you say your husband passed away?

Nine months ago.

So, you think it's his ghost...

...that stuck that knife in your door?

No. I-I mean...

I-I don't know what to think.

I don't believe in ghosts.
I just, I don't know how else

to explain what's been happening.

Have you gone to the police?

Yes.

They-they couldn't do
anything without more evidence.

What they did do was call

Children's Services to my house.

They assumed that I'm losing it,

that I'm unfit to be a mother.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay. How many kids do you have?

Just a little girl.
She's four years old.

- That's a good age.
- The best.

I just...

I'm trying to hold it together for her.

Single parent, working a
full-time job, it's been tough.

Please, will you help me
figure out what's happening?

I really don't want
to lose my little girl.

Hey, hey.

No one's gonna take
your little girl away from you.

I feel for her, Rob,
but what are we supposed to do?

I don't know just yet.

So why take the case?
You get dozens of e-mails a day

- asking for help.
- Yeah, but I hate that everyone

is automatically calling her crazy.

- I know what it's like to be gaslit.
- CIA sure tried.

- And they weren't even the worst.
- Who's worse than the CIA?

The PTA.

Oh, no.

It was just after my divorce,

I was still in my feelings.

There was this one teacher
at Dee's school,

she was not my biggest fan.

I was a working mom. I didn't
make cupcakes for the bake sale.

I do miss bake sales.
All those sugary treats,

you know, no one making you
feel guilty about eating them,

you know, 'cause it's for a good cause.

That's the takeaway from this story?

- Really? Okay.
- Sorry.

Anyway, one day, I go to pick up Dee,

and she's not there.

And this teacher tries to convince me

that I already picked her up
and had somehow forgotten.

She tried to tell you you had forgotten

to pick up your own kid?

So, wait, Dee is just gone

and no one's listening to you?

- You must've been panicked.
- Terrified.

I mean, it turns out
Miles had gotten her, but

I went through five minutes
of hell, all because

this teacher didn't believe me.

There's no reason to
doubt Evelyn about one thing.

Her husband is dead. Coroner's report

said that he died nine months
ago in a cabin fire upstate.

Body was badly burned,
but the dental records matched.

Okay, so if it wasn't him,
and it's not a ghost...

Who put the knife through Evelyn's door?

Hey, you.

Just making some lunch and...
...thinking about you.

Yeah.

I can't wait to see you again, too.

Trish, hold on a second.
There's somebody at the door.

Trish?

- What are you doing here?
- Hi.

I know I shouldn't have
stopped by unannounced,

but I just figured your family was gone,

and last night was so amazing,

I just couldn't wait to see you again.

I'm so glad you did.

Come on in.

Oh, I brought you macarons from Ladur�e.

Earl Grey or passion fruit?

Oh!

Hi, Dee.

You're home early.

Yeah. The HVAC system

at our school broke down, so

they just sent everyone home.

I'm gonna go, because I just...

I wanted to drop those off for you.

No, don't go, please.

I think

it's about time you met my family.

Trish, this is my beautiful
great-niece, Delilah.

Dee, this is Trish.

It is so nice to finally meet you.

It's a pleasure to meet you, too.

And beautiful is an understatement.

Oh. Thank you.

I was, I was just making lunch.

Can you stay?

Yes, I can stay.

All right.

My sister, Alex.

She's been helping me
with Kaylee since Richard died.

It's nice to have family around.

I can't tell you how relieved I am

that someone's finally
taking Evelyn seriously.

This whole thing's
been a little unnerving.

It is an unusual case.

If you ask me,

she never should've told
the police about her

postpartum depression.

After that,

they've dismissed everything else.

Sorry to hear that.

Can't say I'm surprised, though.

No signs of a break-in outside.

I noticed there are
security cameras out front

- and in the back.
- Yeah. I checked them.

But I didn't see anything unusual.

I'd still like to take a look,
if you don't mind.

Of course. Whatever you need.

Is there anything else about the house

or the property we should know about?

I swear I'm not imagining this,

but I heard them again this morning,
the footsteps.

Where?

In the basement.

I was too scared to go down,
but I know what I heard.

Oh.

Well, someone's been down here.

Looks like a man's boot,
at least a size 12.

Strange.

What?

Smells like ash.

Didn't her husband die in a...

In a raging fire.

Evelyn is clearly not delusional,

but someone is going to
extreme lengths to make her

- think she is.
- Mm-hmm.

Are the cameras not working?

No, they are, but whoever's sneaking in

knows where the cameras are pointed,

so we changed the field of view,

and if they come back,
we might catch them.

Evelyn, is there anyone you can think of

who'd want to do this to you?

Anyone you might be in conflict with?

Tell them. Astrid.

Oh, she would not do this.

You also said she wouldn't steal.

Who's Astrid?

My au pair. Until a month ago.

Mommy!

Kaylee's up from her nap.
I'll get her. Tell them.

Some jewelry went missing and...

I really liked her,
but I couldn't leave my daughter

with someone I can't trust.

Astrid was
very angry, made some threats,

and now she's suing me for back pay.

We're gonna need her info.

Of course.

Who is this cutie?
And who do you have there?

Mr. Buns.

Oh... Mr. Buns.

Can I see Daddy at the window again?

That's Richard.

I hide it so she's not
constantly reminded he's gone.

She must miss him so much.

He wasn't always
the best husband, but...

he was a good dad.

Hey, why don't you just take a break?

Good idea.

You should take Kaylee to play-land.

She can see her friends,

and you could use some fresh air.

Hey!

- You gonna have fun at the park?
- Yeah.

Well...

- Okay, I'll see you later.
- Bye.

Pretty good at that.

Uh, yeah, not happening.

One child at home is enough.

So, uh...

so what happens now? We're
gonna go talk to the au pair?

Can you and Harry handle that?

Want to check something out.

Okay.

This is me at age five.

And this is my daughter at the same age.

Everyone says we look just alike.

- Twins.
- Mm-hmm.

So, Mrs. Peters, you said you saw some

suspicious activity on the street?

Yes, on several occasions.

I noted an old brown sedan

sitting down the block, idling.

- Did you report it?
- Of course,

but the officer said it had to be parked

for a minimum of 48 hours
to be suspicious.

What could be more suspicious

than a car obviously
casing our neighborhood?

Witness any break-ins?

Not yet, but I can't be
at the window 24 hours a day.

There's only so much I can do.

Speaking of which,

did you happen to take down
the license plate number?

You kidding? I take down

the plate of every car
that parks on this block.

Her neighbors must love that.

I'm not mad at her.

Every neighborhood could use
a Mrs. Peters.

You run that plate I gave you?

A brown Tercel.
Registered to a Evan Hilliard.

Got anything on him?

No record. I gave him a call,
says he sold

his car for cash three weeks ago.

And let me guess,
no paperwork on the sale.

Or real description of the buyer.

He went by "John Smith" and wore
sunglasses and a baseball cap.

Real master of disguise.
Thanks anyway, Dante.

I put a BOLO out on the car,
just in case.

I'll keep you posted
if it bears any fruit.

You seriously forgot to buy them?

Your capacity to remember
insane amounts of code

is limitless, but I ask you
to pick up concert tickets,

- and you completely drop the ball.
- I'm sorry,

but, I mean, honestly,
is it that big of a deal?

- Yes!
- I mean, it's not like we

haven't seen the Pixies before.

Yeah, but since you've been
alive again, the most exciting

thing we've done is check
out a hot dog cart.

Yeah, I'm sorry, but those
were really good dogs.

I mean, I longed for those dogs.

All I'm saying is that
I would love a date

that didn't involve encased meats.

- I'm not 100%...
- No!

No, I don't want to put on the jacket!

- This is it.
- I don't want it!

Uh, hey, hi, A-Astrid, uh, Lindholm?

- Hi.
- Yes?

We want to talk to you about

your time working for Evelyn Weber.

Go inside.

You're from the agency?

Yeah, we're just following up

- on a report she filed.
- Whatever she said, it's all lies.

I never took anything
from that hateful woman.

So, uh, y-you don't
like her much, I take it?

I don't like being
falsely accused of stealing.

And she wasn't my favorite job
before that, no.

Evelyn and Richard were always
fighting about something.

Then he died.

She was already driving
herself crazy with work, and...

after that, she kind of just fell apart.

Can you tell us your whereabouts
last night after 11:00 p.m.?

Well, this time, I have proof
I did nothing wrong.

I was here all night.

You can ask my boss. Then you can leave.

Oh. Charming.

I'm suddenly having
Catholic school nun flashbacks.

You didn't go to Catholic school.

I know.

Oh.

The sensor on one of the cameras
at Evelyn's house just went off.

Someone is literally breaking in.

Rob, someone's at Evelyn's house.

Start talking. Who the hell are you?

Kevin Weber.

Evelyn was married
to my brother Richard.

Why the hell are you in her house?

- Easy.
- Because of this.

It belonged to my father.

It should've gone to me when Rich died,

but she wouldn't hand it over.

So you decided to steal it back.

It's not stealing if it belongs to me.

Is that how you justify

constantly breaking in here
to torment her?

Hold on, this is the first time

I've been in here since Rich died.

I stopped by a couple of times,
but she won't let me in.

- I had no choice.
- Okay, whatever you say.

- Let's let the police sort it out.
- The police?

She's the one you should be
taking in, not me.

Why's that?

She really has you fooled, doesn't she?

You think my brother's
death was an accident.

Well, it wasn't. Evelyn set that fire.

What proof do you have of that?

You do know there's a history

of mental illness in that family,

and that it was her idea

to go to that cabin for the weekend.

That doesn't prove anything.

She just happened to be hiking
when the fire started?

They were struggling financially.

I bet she didn't tell you that, did she?

So you think she
killed him for the money?

He was worth more to her dead
than alive.

Looks like Evelyn's husband

spent every penny she made
on failed start-ups.

Their bank accounts were
nearly empty when he died.

Now, there's nearly 800 grand in there.

Life insurance?

A policy on Richard Weber

that was upped a few million
only six weeks before he died.

This guy was drowning in debt.

You know, I mean, he could've written
a book on bad business decisions.

I mean, look, I hate to say it, but

what if Evelyn's brother-in-law
is right, you know?

I mean, what if Evelyn
isn't the victim here?

What if she killed her husband?

It just doesn't make sense.

Why come to us to investigate
if she murdered her husband?

And why stage all those
creepy things at her own house?

Maybe she feels bad about it, you know?

And all this is some sort of
psychosomatic manifestation of her guilt.

I get that this looks suspicious,

but my gut is telling me
there's something else going on.

Hello?

Hi, this is Alex, Evelyn's sister.

Everything okay? Is Evelyn with you?

That's why I'm calling.

I work at a stable upstate.

We were going to take
Kaylee horseback riding,

but they never showed. I've been trying

to get in touch with her,
but I can't get through.

Okay, o-okay.

Just calm down. I'll check on her.

Please ask her to call me,

just so I know she's okay.

Will do.

Call Dante.

Make sure the brother-in-law
has a solid alibi.

- We're on it.
- And before we label

the single mother unstable,

I want to eliminate
every other possibility.

Your aunt was the bomb back in the day.

Was?

You still are. I wouldn't
be here if you weren't.

You, young lady,
are related to the "it girl"

of the early '80s art scene.

Your aunt rubbed shoulders

with everyone:
Keith Haring, Mapplethorpe,

Basquiat.

I'm-I'm sorry, you-you knew Basquiat?

Who do you think gave him the
idea to sell postcards for cash?

- Seriously?
- True story.

Basquiat even invited her
to do an exhibit with him.

- Okay, and?
- Well, your aunt, you know,

the perfectionist that she is,

it just wasn't quite ready yet.

Well, it wasn't. Just...

Jean-Michel just dropped it
on me with no time to prepare.

I thought it was done. It was beautiful.

But what do I know? I'm not an artist.

Why are you filling this girl's
head with all these stories?

- That was a million years ago.
- Stop, are you kidding?

I can't believe you never
told me any of this.

Come on, I want to hear more.

Next time, okay? I got to go.
I'm late for work.

- I'll see you later.
- Yeah, I'll see you later.

Okay.

Hmm?

So...

what was, uh,

Basquiat like, hmm?

Ah, not now, Dee.

I just want to get these dishes

loaded before

the food sets, sweetheart.

Oh, come on, Auntie, spill.

I mean, seriously.
I mean, did you guys paint together?

Did he influence your work?

Dee, enough.

Just...

I said not now.

Mommy!

Evelyn?

Mommy!

Mom!

Mommy!

Hey.

She's gonna be okay.

Evelyn?

Hey, Evelyn, come on, wake up.

Wake up. Wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

You okay?

What are you doing here?

- What happened?
- You tell me. You were passed out.

I put Kaylee down for a nap...

I started the laundry...

- then...
- Then what?

I took some Xanax, for my anxiety.

Did you take more today
than you usually do?

I don't think so.
I-I don't, I don't know.

Maybe I really am losing my mind.

Hello?

Anyone home?

Hello?

Hello.

I'm Beth Biven, Child Services.

I'm a friend of Evelyn's.
Can I help you?

I came by here a couple
of weeks ago to check on Kaylee.

Beth. Hi.

What are you doing here again?

Kaylee, are you feeling okay?

Have you been hurt, sweetheart?

No. Nothing like that.

She is healthy,

safe, happy.

Have you been drinking today, Evelyn?

Have you taken any substances?

Beth, Evelyn is a perfectly
capable mother.

That's what I'm here to determine.

That child is my concern.

And I know you're just doing your job,

but I've seen Evelyn
with her daughter, and

she's juggling a lot,

but Kaylee is her top priority.

Ma'am, would you let
me finish this interview, please?

Beth, if I may be honest,

if every woman going through tough times

lost the right to parent,
we'd all be orphans.

Clearly, Kaylee's uninjured.

Can we just cut her mother a break?

Well,
it does appear that Kaylee is unharmed,

but if I get another call,

I will be coming back again.

Another call? This wasn't
a routine follow-up?

No. My office received an anonymous tip

this morning that
the child at this address

was being neglected.

And if at any future point
I find that to be true,

I will be forced to remove her
for her own safety.

Totally understand.

Hey. Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

It's gonna be okay. I got you.

We're gonna figure this out
together, okay?

I got you.

Hey, how's Evelyn?

She's gonna be okay.

- Just needs some rest.
- I scanned the photo

you sent of Evelyn's pills,
and your hunch was right.

I mean, they're not Xanax.

You know, although it'd be hard to tell

just by eyeballing them.

Any idea what they are?

No. I'm gonna send them over
to a private lab

just as soon as you send one over.

Swapping out her
pills is a serious escalation.

This is way beyond just spooking her.

Yeah, maybe it's time for Evelyn
and Kaylee to get out of the house.

Yeah, at least until we
figure out who's behind this.

_

Dante just got a lead
on that brown sedan

Evelyn's neighbor saw.

- You-you want us to check it out?
- Yeah.

I'm going to make sure
Evelyn get resituated myself.

I'll meet you when I'm done.

Yes!

You are officially off
the hook for Pixies tickets

'cause I just snagged some online.

Hmm. That's right. That's tonight, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Why don't you give my ticket to Rob

and make it kind of like a girls' night?

That sounds like fun, no?

Okay, what's wrong with you?

- Hmm?
- You didn't forget

to buy the tickets, did you?
You just don't want to go.

Oh. Hmm.

We got a live one.

That's him. Let's go.

Split up!

Richard Weber?

Evelyn's husband?

Back from the dead.

Arson, insurance fraud,

breaking and entering.

You've been busy for a dead man.

- It's not what it looks like.
- That so?

You really thought
committing insurance fraud

and making your family think

you were dead was a solution, Richard?

I know how it sounds.

I don't think you do. Tell the truth.

You were mad at your wife
and wanted out of the marriage.

That's what divorce is for.

I needed that insurance payment

so Evelyn didn't have to sell the house,
declare bankruptcy.

Husband of the year.
Curious. How'd you pull it off?

Stole the body from a graveyard?

From a potter's field, yeah.

And the dental records?

Your death certificate said
they matched. You must have...

Paid off the coroner.

- Everybody's got a price.
- It's not something I'm proud of.

We know you've been
visiting Evelyn's house.

A neighbor saw your car.

Bet I can guess who that was.

So you don't deny it?

I tried staying away,

but not seeing Kaylee, I...

I didn't count on
how hard that would be.

Usually, I'd just watch her
from the street, but sometimes

I'd sneak in a window just to
hold her, just for a second.

That explains
the cologne Evelyn smelled.

And why Kaylee pointed to the window
when she said she saw her father.

But it doesn't explain why he's
been trying to gaslight Evelyn.

Our marriage wasn't perfect,
but I love Evelyn.

And I've admitted
to what I did wrong, but this,

I did not do. Everything I did

was to protect her
and my daughter. Everything.

Richard?

I thought she deserved
to know she wasn't crazy.

How could you do this?

I'm sorry.

Why didn't you just tell me
what was going on?

I would've helped.

Did you really think
I'd prefer you dead than broke?

That I'd want Kaylee
to grow up without a father?

You don't think he did it?

I mean, why go through the trouble

of getting an insurance
policy to help Evelyn,

then turn around and torture her?

Uh, at the top of my head...
he's a sociopath? Unhinged?

I mean, the guy faked
his own death. Who does that?

Harry.

Touch�.

Okay, so if Richard hasn't been the one

messing with Evelyn, then who has?

Maybe we're looking
at this the wrong way.

Maybe the goal wasn't to torture Evelyn.

What other motive is there?

Someone made a call
to Child Protective Services

the day Evelyn was drugged.

They wanted Evelyn and Kaylee separated.

Maybe that was the goal.

That does point away from Richard.

If he wanted Kaylee, he had
plenty of chances to take her.

And it's not like he wanted custody,

being dead and all.

So if Evelyn was declared
an unfit mother,

who would get custody?

Ooh! Lookee here.

According to their family trust,
in the event of Evelyn's incapacitation,

custody of Kaylee Weber goes
to Evelyn's sister, Alex Roth.

She does have access to the house.

Can we tie anything else to Alex?

Alex said she worked at
at-at a horse stable, right?

Yeah. So?

Okay, so I just got
the report back from the lab

about Evelyn's drugs
that were swapped out, right?

I-It's something called xylazine.

And it, too, is used to treat anxiety.

For horses.

Evelyn's brother-in-law

referenced a family history
of mental illness.

What if he was right?

Except it wasn't Evelyn
who inherited it.

Mel, hold on.

- Whoa. What is happening?
- When Evelyn and Kaylee moved out,

they went to stay with Alex.

How's Richard?

Ugh.

I don't want to talk about it.

This has been one of
the craziest days of my life.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Why wouldn't I be?

Come here, sweetie.

I know. Hey, you.

Evelyn? Evelyn?!

Oh, my God.

Here. Here.

Stay with me.

I need an ambulance at 555 Shaw Avenue.

Okay, ambulance is on its way.
Is she alive?

Barely. Kaylee?

Alex could have taken her. I'll check.

We gotta find them before
she hurts that little girl.

I tracked her phone.

Looks like she's headed out of town.

Should I have Dante pick her up?

No, no, no, we have to
exercise extreme caution

bringing her in. Try and pull her over,

no telling what she'd do.

- What do you suggest?
- Rob?

You gotta see this.

Harry, let me call you back.

It was in the back of a closet.

- Is that Alex with...
- Mm-hmm.

Evelyn's husband.
And she cut out Evelyn's face

and put herself on all the photos.

What is this?

Alex must have Photoshopped
her face over Evelyn.

She know you were still alive?

I didn't think so, but
one time she passed my car

as I was driving away
from having seen Kaylee.

She could have seen me, but...

Richard, if there's something going on

between you two
and you're not telling me...

There's not.

Not on my end, anyway.

Gonna need you to do something.

Hey, Alex.

What are you doing here?
Where's Richard?

- He'll be here soon.
- He told me to meet him here.

Yes, he will.

But his release from jail
still has to be processed.

He didn't want you to wait alone,

so he asked me to come.

So it's true. They're letting him go?

That's right.

And then you two will
be able to be together.

Alex,

could you put the knife down, please?

May I sit?

Richard told me that
you two used to date.

Yes.

We were high school sweethearts.
First love?

Always holds a special place
in your heart.

Rich and I were always
meant to be together.

Before Evelyn stole him away.

- That must have been hard.
- It was.

I watched him be unhappy for years.

I knew he only stayed
out of pity for her,

and I admired him for that.

Then he died. It was so awful.

But a couple weeks ago I saw Richard

just driving away from the house,

and I finally understood.

You understood what?

That he faked his death to get
out of his awful marriage.

And I knew that if I could just

get Evelyn out of the way,
that we could be a family.

The three of us, like
we were always supposed to.

Family is important.

Richard thinks family is important, too.

You know, you have a little
something on your cheek.

You might want to freshen up, you know.

I'm sure you want to look your best

when Richard gets here.

I'll keep an eye on Kaylee.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Liar.

I'm warning you, stay down.

All right, hands behind your back.

Kaylee...

You're cut.

Oh, it's nothing.
Just a nick. I'll live.

I'm gonna get her back
to where she belongs.

Come here, baby.

It's okay now. Come on.

I missed you so much, bug.

How can I ever thank you for this?

I'm just glad I could help.

Nobody else believed me.

No one.

I couldn't have made it
through this without you.

Well, you were strong enough
to reach out for help.

Everybody doubted you,
but you never gave up.

That's not nothing.

Kaylee is a sweet little girl.

She's lucky to have you for a mom.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's the matter?

I feel bad about the Pixies show.

Honey, don't worry about it.

I was making a big deal out of nothing.

No, you weren't. And it's not nothing.

You know, everything you went through,

everything I put you through.
All those years I played dead.

Look, at least I knew the truth.

If you didn't tell me
you weren't actually dead,

man, I would have killed you.

Yeah, I believe that.
You know, I loved our old life.

Eating and drinking
our way across the world.

Going to festivals and
concerts and shows and...

the clothing. Mm.

- Oh, man, the shopping.
- Yeah.

And I want that for us
again, and I promise

it'll happen. Just, right now,
the idea of going to a show

at the Beacon, just packed
with 3,000 people...

I get it. It's a lot all at once.

It's something we will work through.

Okay.

- Okay.
- Thanks for understanding.

I love you for that.

And, like, a bazillion other things.

And as a token of my
undying love and gratitude,

I got you a gift.

You got me a present?
I love presents. What is it?

- Okay, now?
- Yeah.

- What? What is all this?
- Oh. Okay.

So, I couldn't bring you
to the Pixies...

...so I brought the Pixies to you.

Oh, that is so sweet, babe.

Hey!

I heard Delilah met Trish.

- So when do I get to meet her?
- Soon.

Dee...

I owe you an apology
for snapping like that.

That wasn't right.

It's okay.

- And come on, I was being pushy.
- No.

You can ask me anything,

it just...

I just felt uncomfortable

remembering that time
in my life, that's all.

But why?

I mean, honestly, Auntie, I mean,

it sounds like you were a rock star.

Mm, I wish. Not quite.

Dee, back in the day
when I started painting,

I mean, really painting,

I knew that I'd found my purpose.

I-I was consumed with it.

It was the '80s, and the art scene

was just popping
with new styles and energy,

and I was right there
at the center of it all.

I was invited to show my work

with a group of extraordinary artists.

When I got there,
I saw Basquiat's new work.

I was stunned.

I just stood there,

and I realized that

what I was watching

was genius.

It just shook me to my core.

And I knew then that

I could not show my work

next to his.

Aunt Vi, it's not fair to
compare yourself to Basquiat,

or anyone else for that matter.

Exactly.

I mean, you just...
You have a different voice is all.

Well, I understand all of that now,

but in that moment...

I just felt exposed.

So I told Trish that
my piece wasn't ready.

But it was.

I was the one that wasn't ready.

Oh.

It's stunning. Wow.

Aunt Vi, I gotta be honest.

This does not sound like you at all.

But I wasn't the woman then
that I am now, sweetheart.

Well, it's never too late
to jump back into the scene.

I'm not sure that
the passion is still there.

I believe I have missed that window.

Auntie...

Mm.

- I love you.
- Mm.

I also know that you are
the most passionate woman

I have ever met.

I know you can do anything you want to.

No doubt.

The question is,

what do you want to do?