All language subtitles for Fatal Attraction s01e04 Beautiful Mosaics.eng

Previously on
Fatal Attraction...

(moans)

Quincy. Ah!

DAN (laughs):
Oh, my... Oh, no.

- Are you okay?
- Oh, I've lost an earring.

I always have
time for my friends.

What I don't
have time for, though,

is criminals.

In fact, I have
a professional obligation

to report criminals.

I mean, obviously,
I work in the criminal courts.

Why is there an invoice from the
cleaning service on the counter?

I came home
from work really late

and he had torn the place up.

- (line rings)
- BETH: Hello?

- Hey, baby.
- Uh-oh.

They got a situation

up at Men's Central Jail,
so now they all need

to be interviewed right away.

(Alex moans)

Can I take these socks?

To each according to his needs.

The walk of shame
closet is a Marxist utopia.

What, so you're admitting
you're doing the walk of shame?

You honestly think I could
pull it off? Living like you?

(Southern accent):
Tot Mom Casey Anthony

with her hair in a ponytail

like some demonic
cheerleader from hell

- expects us to believe...
- Oh, my God. Wow.

She makes it all seem so simple.

BETH:
Um, this is Alex...

- Forrest.
- Alex Forest.

- My husband Dan.
- No, I know him already.

It's starting
to make me feel like

maybe I misunderstood something,

except I really don't think

that I did.

(Dan coughs)

ALEX:
And I'm not going to be ignored,

Dan.

ANGELA:
You were what, eight?

Did you even know
what an affair was?

No.

That was too much information
for you so young.

What did you make of it?

I mean, I didn't.

You know, like you said,
it was just...

it seemed bad.

And my mom was different

- after it.
- Different how?

I don't know.

I think she was probably scared.

I know I was.

I was thinking
about asking her now.

Asking her about what?

We've just never

talked about it before.

Ever.

I mean, it's not like...

like, it's not like
it's, like, a secret,

but just like what
that was like for her.

You know?

'Cause maybe she really wants

to talk about it,
for us to talk about it.

But also
maybe she really doesn't.

I'm gonna relieve you

of the job of taking
care of your mom here.

It's been a long time,
and she's a big girl.

But she's been a good mother.

Loving, supportive.
Right? Would you say?

So,

maybe with everything
else happening recently,

now you're just
feeling this needs to be

out there between you, finally,

in some form.

Yeah.

Yeah, I just don't
know where to start.

Well, I don't want
to give you a script.

Unless you want one.

(sighs)

You could start like,

"So much has been
coming up for me lately,

"coming back to me.

"Memories, emotions.

"I feel like I'm
rethinking everything,

"and because I love you,

"I want to tell you
about the things

I've been carrying
that I didn't ask to know."

(sighs)

ELLEN:
I'm excited to move.

BETH:
Me, too. I love our new house.

ELLEN:
Well, I'm excited for the pool.

BETH:
You have mentioned that.

ELLEN:
I'm not excited about having to pack

all the rest of my stuff
and then unpack my stuff,

but I love my new room,

and Quincy's going to
love the backyard.

Does it smell weird
in here to you?

Smells nice,

like lemon flowers.

Yeah, that's what I mean.
We've been gone for four days.

It should smell like Quincy.

Maybe Daddy had
the cleaning service come.

They're scheduled to
come the day after we move.

Maybe he cleaned it himself.

Uh, no.

Smells so good in here, it's
making us smell so much worse.

Go shower, he's going
to be home any minute.

Okay.

BETH:
Don't try to be cute.

You know you ate
my Patriots blanket,

and I'm still angry at you.

What...

Is this your new thing now?

You're eating things
that aren't food?

Hope nobody posted flyers
saying they lost an earring.

Come on. (kisses)

They're withholding approvals,

not allowing access
to work areas.

Remember when we
excavated their patio

and there was another
patio underneath?

And Bruce thought
we should pay for it

because we should have
known it was there. I do.

I do remember that.

Fuck it. I'm ordering
honey walnut shrimp

because I can't work all night

on steamed chicken
and vegetables.

Okay, so I had Lena
print out clean copies

so that we can triage

- on a blank slate.
- (phone rings)

Oh. Julia?

Hey.

Well, just tell her Gretchen

always flushes out
your PICC line.

Look it, this is well within
the duties of a chemo nurse.

Baby, just-just put
her on the phone, please.

(phone vibrates)

- Hello?
- DAN: Hey, baby.

- Uh-oh.
- Yeah, there's been an incident

down in Men's Central Jail.

- No.
- Frank's supposed to be on call,

but they can't reach him
and he's not picking up,

so I got to go.

Fucking Frank.

Hey, Bethy, you want a salad?

Arthur and I are going to
have to work through

all this shit over the phone,

and we need
an actual dinner plan.

Your mother made a thing.

- Locking it up.
- Put the oven on 400.

- Cheers.
- Mm-hmm.

WARREN:
Mm-hmm.

SOPHIE:
"In love, the faithful must pay with the blood of their hearts.

"Otherwise their love
is not worth a grain of rye.

"So you are leading me,

"revealing the true
faith of love,

"even if your faith shall
remain hidden from me forever.

"Let my love for you be
the guardian of my secrets.

"Let the grief
which this love brings me

be my soul's caress."

Wow, she's got it bad.

It's not a "her."

SOPHIE:
No, it's a Romeo,

not the Juliet.

I beg your pardon.

Although this is a thousand
years older than that,

so actually,
Romeo was the Majnun

of Elizabethan drama.

ELLEN:
Layla's parents wouldn't let Majnun

marry her, and so he
went out to the desert

and went crazy.

- SOPHIE: Hmm.
- Mmm.

What would you have
done if your parents

hadn't let you marry Grandpa?

Are you kidding?

Grandpa was a naval lieutenant
going to Wharton.

My parents
made me marry Grandpa.

So did they end
up together or not?

Well, the man that Layla's
parents made her marry dies,

and so then she goes
out to the desert

to tell Majnun they can
finally be together,

and he says no.

SOPHIE:
Yeah, because he had embroidered on her

so much in his mind
all those years alone,

so the actual her
just couldn't live up.

You know, it's an
allegory, but for what,

I don't know.

I just like the part
where he lives in the cave

with all the animals.

- SOPHIE: Yeah. Mm-hmm.
- That is the dream.

- (Sophie laughs)
- I'm gonna check on dinner.

"Not only have I lost you,
I no longer know myself.

I keep turning upon myself
and asking, what is your name?"

"Are you in love?

"With whom?

Or are you loved? By whom?"

- Hey.
- (Ellen cheers)

You did it.

Hey!

SOPHIE:
"Do I still know where I live?

Do I still taste what I eat?"

"The fire burns within me.

"The fire beyond measure,

which has turned
my being to ashes."

- It's that one.
- This one?

No, baby. Aw. No, no. No!

Baby? Oh. Babe?

- Welcome to your new home.
- Babe?

SOPHIE:
"I'm lost in my own wilderness."

"Do not try to bring me
back to the world of humans.

I'm a stranger to them."

Hello, hello,

you darling girl. Oh, my God.

How-how are you this big?
How are you this big?

SOPHIE:
"I am drawn to death.

Death is within me."

The suitcase that sat on the
landing for three weeks after

they got home from vacation

because neither of them
would bring it upstairs.

That pool cover is our suitcase.

And I even tried to do a Debra

and make it into a competition.

Which didn't work
'cause we don't actually

live in Everybody Loves Raymond.

JULIA:
Wait, isn't it just

like a button you have to press?

It's not like you have to
break rocks in the hot sun.

DAN:
No, it's not a button you have to push.

You got to hold that fucking
thing down for, like, a minute.

Who has the time to
stand around for a minute?

Well, not you. Have you met you?

You've got important shit to do.

You two like to poke the bear.

BETH:
Or you could just go out there

and do it right fucking now.

It's still open right now?

No. (laughs)

I thought this was just like

- an ongoing bone of contention.
- BETH: No, no.

- Danny...
- I was just about to do it.

I was, I promise, I really was.

But then they arrived,
and we had guests,

- I didn't want to be rude.
- JULIA: Oh, my God.

- ARTHUR: That makes
perfect sense. - Okay, I'm going to do it.

- No, no, no.
- Somebody tell me how to do it.

- No, you're not. I made cake.
- Sit back down.

You're going to eat cake.

The cake? The... With the cream?

Yeah, it's in the fridge,

so sit your ass down.

- Your favorite.
- Yes, ma'am.

Oh, did they ever
find that woman?

The one you thought was dead?

I still think
she's dead, but no.

What's this now?

Sylvie Rubidoh.

- (phone chiming)
- Her kids report her missing,

husband says that he's at work,

but we know he's lying

'cause he gamed
the login system and snuck out.

ARTHUR:
So where does he say

he thinks she is now?

Well, he says she ran off
with a boyfriend, but...

- ARTHUR: Ah.
- JULIA: Have you arrested him?

Or can you arrest someone

for murder if
you don't have the body?

DAN:
Yeah, you can, but we usually don't.

(phone vibrates)

(sighs)

Aren't they just
going to keep calling?

Yeah. Yeah, they will, until
they give up and pass it off

to Frank, who needs
to redeem himself

after that whole
county jail thing

that he foisted on me.

Am I right?

When you're right, you're right.

Yeah, get it.

- DAN: It's awful, right?
- ARTHUR: Good, right?

Thank you.

- MAUREEN: Good morning.
- Oh.

12th floor called.

What about?

Just said come
as soon as you get in.

- Thanks-- oh.
- Oh.

MARCELLA:
Dan. Good.

Listen, we've got
a kind of a turf dispute,

and I need you to weigh in.

Assaults where
victims were targeted

for being females over 70 are
obviously crimes against women.

I don't understand what
we're even doing right now.

DAN:
So just to catch up,

Jorge caught a case,
and Earl's here

'cause he brought it to Jorge?

Also because people assume I got
no other shit to do but be here.

Earl's been working it
for six months,

- and it's definitely a pattern.
- Against women.

A pattern against women.

Patterns are historically
Major Crimes Bureau.

Because historically
the Crimes against Women Bureau

didn't exist,
Marcella, which is why

you set it up.
For this specific reason.

Not to conform to history.

And you guys have been
doing amazing work,

which I've supported right
from the very beginning.

Literally was like this
when I got here.

I mean, why someone
would make something

that's supposed to be a globe
in two pieces, I don't know.

It's a fucking ball.

How many victims do we have?

11.

11 is a major case. We have
the resources. We'll handle it.

You have the resources
because you get the cases.

I hear you, but Jorge and
Earl have an amazing shorthand.

As we get
into the investigation,

we're bound
to turn up more victims,

and then once it goes to trial,

I'll take the lead.

Well, since it came through

Major Crimes,
let's keep it there.

I want updates.

Thanks.

Well, it's fun watching
you guys match piss.

I mean, not compared
to something actually fun.

Don't worry, nobody
was under the impression

that you were having fun.

That's pretty disrespectful
to the boss,

who is my direct boss

and your boss, too.

You think I don't know who
the boss is and who it isn't?

No, actually, sometimes
I think you don't.

Well, we all can't be political
animals like you, Danny.

I mean, but it's okay, though,

'cause somebody's got
to be the audience, right?

BETH:
Hi, welcome.

- I'm Beth Gallagher.
- WOMAN: Hi.

I'm the owner, as
in "For sale by owner."

Thank you.

I'm right here if
you have any questions.

Mm-hmm.

So I actually did the remodel
myself through my company.

- (door opens)
- Um, hi, I'm Beth. I'm the owner.

- Uh, the sign-in
is in the kitchen. - Okay.

I'll be with you in a second.
Thank you. Sorry.

- Oh, hey. I'm the owner.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, if you have any questions
about the house, come find me.

Otherwise, have fun
looking around.

Oh, hey, I'm Beth.

I'm the owner.
I did the remodel myself,

so if you have any questions...

I'll find you.

Great. Oh, here,
let me get that for you.

Thank you.

It's lovely through here.

It's so cute.

It's nice.

I'm sure you've been
hearing this all day,

but this place is amazing, Beth.

Why would you ever
want to leave it?

I have that exact
thought once a day.

I'm like, "You're
making a terrible mistake.

"Think of all the memories
you have at this place.

You're out of your mind."

But I think any big move
in life is like that, right?

Right?

Right.

Yeah, giant, life-changing leaps

always seem like a-a great idea

until you actually
have to take one.

Exactly.

What about you?

What, I don't know,
life-changing leap

would this maybe be for...

Sorry, what's your name?

Sorry, I should have
asked you already.

Alex Forrest. My first house.

Wow.

Oh, I love that.
And I love this for you.

Me, too.

All the best things
that happened

in my adult life happened here.

I got married,

started a business
with my best friend,

I had a kid.

She had all
her first milestones here.

It's truly been magical.
No fooling.

But you're headed somewhere
even better next, I assume.

Not better, just different.

Oh, then the best
is yet to come.

(door opens)

Or just keep
telling yourself that.

- (laughs)
- (door closes)

Hey.

Hi.

This is Alex. I'm so sorry,
I forgot your last name.

- Forrest.
- Alex Forrest.

My husband Dan.

Dan, this is Alex Forrest.

I know him already.

(chuckles)
From, uh,

the criminal courts.

I work in Victim Services.

DAN:
That's with Conchita, right?

- ALEX: Right.
- BETH: Wow.

Are you kidding? (chuckles)

(phone vibrating)

ALEX:
You were right, Beth.

This place,
I mean, it's-it's magical.

BETH:
We've been very happy here.

ARTHUR:
No, she-she had a bad reaction,

that's why they switched her.

No, no, he did. I mean,
he warned us about the nausea,

but still.

She's IV, though.

Can they do saline
hydration for IV only?

Great. No, no, no.
Thank you. Thank you.

Hey. Sorry.

Pironen Plumbing.

Apparently they are
independent subcontractors,

so Andy can't tell them anything

about their appearance
or their odor.

What's the matter?

What, this isn't enough?

I know what this is,
but what's the matter?

Nothing.

Nothing real.

Well, if it's real to you,

it's real.

Put it into words.

Change its nature.

Take its power.

Thought into action.

What's the action?

Saying it out loud.

No?

(sighs) Well, it turns out, um,

Julia's cancer is what
they call platinum resistance.

And the doctors don't know

what drug to put her on next,

and whatever they do
needs to work.

And here I am, over here,

not knowing anything.

And I can't do
anything about anything.

You can fire the plumbers.

Yeah?

But you love to do that.

Okay.

You don't have to
appreciate the effort

it's taking for me not to get
super fucking salty right now,

but you are going to tell me
what the fuck is going on.

One time? Ten times?

More than one.

Okay, so then why is she

throwing acid on your car,
if you had to guess?

Mike, I thought
I had this handled.

Then the other day,
we're having the open house,

and she shows up
in my fucking home.

Goddamn it.

(sighs)

I'm sorry, Mike.

You have no idea how sorry I am.

Okay, okay.

But I need to know
what to do here.

This is a pretty big
fucking play on her part.

Yes, it is, and it's
designed to generate

a big response, and my vote
is... don't respond at all.

If you tell someone
to stop calling you

and they keep calling,

and the 20th time, you pick up

and say, "Would you
stop fucking calling me?"

What you've just taught them is
that 20 calls is what it takes.

And how many times

have I told you to park
where the fucking cameras

can see your car?

Fuck. Honestly,
now do you get it?

Goddamn, man.

Morning, humpy.

Hey, don't mind me.

I'm not naked.

Anymore.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

Ahem.

- Get out of here.
- Yeah.

Is this really your old
lucky testimony tie,

or does it just look like it?

What, you think
you won't get hired

because my tie is out of style?

I don't know, Mike.

(sighs)

I don't know what
the fuck I'm doing. I mean...

...who's going to hire
a convicted murderer

to be in their paralegal
department? Seriously.

You want to know how
many job interviews I went on

before my dad called
the D.A.'s office for me?

Hmm?

Zero.

I've literally
never done this before.

Look, what law firm

is going to turn down the chance

to get the head
of Major Crimes Bureau

on a paralegal salary? Hmm?

It's just the kind of greedy,
sneaky, advantage-taking shit

that lawyers live for, right?
Now, look,

stop psyching yourself out

and go out there and get a job.

You know, your rent
may be next to nothing,

but if you don't pay it,

your landlady's going to come
down on you with both bunions.

MACKSEY:
So, you remember when Jung's wife

saw that house
with the beautiful door?

And then he went back and
there was no house there.

- Yeah.
- Right.

So a little while later,
Jung is in Italy

with a colleague
named Toni Wolff,

and they were visiting a church,

and inside the baptistry there

they saw these
beautiful mosaics,

huge tile scenes on every wall.

- Oh, shit.
- Yeah.

So when they get back,

Jung had another close colleague
who was going to Italy,

and he told him, "You have to
see these amazing mosaics."

That didn't exist.

(chuckles) Right.

So now Jung had had
the same experience

as his wife,
and plus, his had been shared

because there was another person

that had participated simultaneously,

and still, apparently,
it hadn't happened.

So how did he
explain it this time?

Well, remember...
(clears throat)

Jung considered his wife
totally trustworthy,

so he'd believed her even before
the same thing happened to him.

So his position was,

when we have an experience

that we can't understand

or that doesn't
match conventional reality,

then we can't use
that reality to explain it.

Also, it might be relevant
that when they were in Italy,

Toni Wolff was Jung's mistress.

I'm s-- It might be relevant?

And which his wife knew
and was okay with.

Well, what was Jung's

source of information
on that? Was it him?

(laughs)

No.

There are a lot
of books out there

that you can read
that talk all about it.

I want to read that stuff.

Oh, good. Then maybe
you will find

something in them
to write about.

'Cause it bears saying out loud,

even by a generous timetable,
you are behind.

I know.

You should be outlining by now.

Yeah, I've been distracted.

I've been seeing my father,

and I haven't seen him
since I was ten.

Oh, then...

that, uh, that
could be difficult

no matter what the reason is.

He was in prison
for second degree murder.

Yeah.

But he's paroled.

And he's out now.

Do you...

need an extension?

Um, I think I'm okay.

But thanks.

And thanks for, uh,
for all this.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

This, this? This is all...

This is fun for me, really,

being an armchair Jung expert.

Or not even. (chuckles)

(laughs)

He says he's innocent.

And what do you think?
Or do you?

I can't use
my reality to explain it.

Yeah, El Segundo,
uh, Burbank, Simi.

We've opened so many
new ones the past two years,

I almost forgot
we already had one in Pomona.

Yeah, I've-I've seen
the billboards all over town.

Congratulations.

Yeah, thanks.

You know, it didn't take
a genius to figure out

that auto accidents
were the niche.

The further away
people need to live for work

because of real estate prices,

the more they're going
to be driving in their car.

The more they're
driving in their car,

more accidents
they're going to have.

It's just... it's just
fucking science, right?

Yeah. It's fantastic,
man. Congrats.

Yeah. No, hey, and-and you, too.

Congratulations. Freedom!

Right?

Anyway, uh,
I'm glad you reached out.

Yeah. Um...

You know, I didn't want
to make any assumptions,

uh...

about anything, really, but...

...you know, I've been
making the rounds

at the law firms, and...
(clears throat)

...with my...

...baggage, there's not a lot
of options out there for me.

So I wanted to reach out to you

because I know that you know
that I know the law,

and anything that
I don't know, I can learn.

Yeah. No, Danny, I...
I remember you.

Do you remember what
you said when you found out

I was prosecuting your case?

This is before Marcella
took it away from me,

that high-handed bitch.

(sighs)

You know, anything
I said back then...

And keep in mind,
this came from,

like, six or seven
people secondhand,

so I'm talking like,
a whole courthouse's worth

of the telephone game here.

But it was basically,
"If Frank's in the chair,

"then we're golden,
because that dumb shit

couldn't convict
John Wilkes Booth."

Even still,

there's part of me that
would love to have you

grinding away in the basement
for 28 bucks an hour,

but the rest of me,

I wouldn't validate your parking

if you had a fucking car.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I'm picking you up.
You see Frank?

Yep.

- He giving you a job?
- Nope.

Yeah, of course
he's not. Come on.

It was worth a shot.

No, it really wasn't.

There's just no universe

in which he wasn't
just bringing you in

to see the look on your face

when he told you
to go fuck yourself.

Tell me how this is better
than me taking the bus?

Well, because I brought snacks.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Oh, and also,

we got to go by Alex's
old apartment building

and talk to the super
who remembers them both.

Both who?

Her and that
Dr. Paul Halliwell guy,

the pill mill drug dealer?

Lived across the hall from her.

And he remembers
them both together?

He saw them together?

Well, we're going to see.

Hey, get that glove
compartment, will you?

- Oh.
- Oh, shit.

- Goldfish.
- Yes.

Do they give you
Goldfish on the bus, Dan?

Oh, my God.

No, they do not.

BETH:
So we're like, "That's terrible,"

but it also sounds
like the contractor

was very inexperienced,
and that was

- most of the problem.
- Right.

She's nodding,

agrees she should have
vetted the company better,

but then she says
the second company she hired,

they were very experienced,

and then launches into
this whole thing about

how she had all
these problems with them.

Okay. Yeah. Run away, run away.

So it was the classic,

if you meet an asshole,
they're an asshole.

If you meet assholes all day,
you're an asshole.

Mm-hmm. The asshole. Yeah.

She's the asshole.

Anyway, how are you?

Um, you know,

I'm-I'm okay.

Uh, it's just...

So much has been, um,

coming up for me lately?

Like, coming back to me, um...

You know, like, just
memories and emotions,

and, uh, I feel like
I'm rethinking everything.

And...

I...

just, I... just love you.

So...

I just wanted to...

say that.

I love you, too.

- Aw.
- Mwah.

You know how many
codefendants were on my case?

How's there anything left
to even talk about?

Well, South Bixel
Street's an angle,

what you got up to
when you lived there.

I don't know, that's...

that was, like, 16 years ago.

It was a long time ago.

Statute of limitations.
Long time ago, so...

There's no
statute of limitations

on what we're talking about.

Yeah, which is what?

You and Alex Forrest,

and why your fingerprints
were found in her apartment.

Uh, well, we were friends.

Were you friends
when she was killed?

Fuck...

When you broke your lease
and skipped out,

did you ever see her again?

You keep in contact?

Uh, uh...

Why not?

I don't know.

Or I-I-I do, but I don't know...

I don't know...

I-I don't... I...

I don't know how
to describe her.

How she was, um,

which she wasn't at first.

She was great at first. She...

She knew so many
random, funny things,

had such a smart
take on the world.

Were you lovers?

Did she want to be lovers?

Uh, uh, I don't know
what she wanted.

Uh, no, that's...

that's not true.

We liked all the same things.
Or I thought we did.

And-and then...

And then I-I realized,
no, I like things.

And then she liked things
because I liked them.

You know, she-she'd,
she'd like things

it wouldn't even
make sense for her to like.

Uh...

You know, one night I laughed,

and then she laughed, and...

But it was not her laugh,
it was mine.

She was not...
And not-not teasing me,

exactly like me.

I can still hear it.

And-and...

when I asked, she acted
like I was crazy for asking.

Uh...

Just so many things like that.

(laughs)
She would, she would always

make fun of me
having bad handwriting,

even for a doctor.
She'd say it was

because I was left-handed.

I was always smearing ink.
And I was over at her place,

she was writing a list,
and she was a lefty now.

And she-she saw me seeing her,

and she smiled at me, and...

and... just...

I-I know it all sounds stupid, and...

it-it really
did not feel stupid.

It felt like...

...like I was getting
swallowed up.

Anyway, I don't even know
why we're talking about this,

because a guy's in prison
for killing her, I thought.

What happened to that?

Okay, not a jilted lover.

Not a lover at all
of the ladies.

But there's more than enough
there without any of that.

DAN:
Victim lived across the hall from an active drug operation.

Dangerous addicts
had access to the floor.

The head of
said operation's prints

were found inside her apartment.

And he knew she
worked for the D.A.

In fact, he admitted

that she threatened
him with exposure.

That's a pretty good
opening paragraph.

Viable alternate
suspects with motive.

You still remember how to
fill out your own paperwork?

- Excuse me, sir.
- (laughs)

I have filled out many
new trial applications

while I was a guest
of the state.

- Just none of them were for me.
- All right, all right.

You know what else
I've been thinking about?

What Brooker's gonna do
when you get a new trial?

When the Longhorns
beat USC in '06,

he broke his coffee table.

- Conchita Lewis.
- Hmm?

She ever talk to you
after the trial?

Oh, no.

But not a lot of people
wanted to talk to me back then.

Uh, how come?

I always wonder
what happened there.

Why she chose to side with Ruiz.

I thought about reaching
out to her while I was...

But...

(phone vibrating)

Anyway, I think
I should do that now.

Yeah.

Well, that's all you, buddy.

Hello?

She just told me
to be back at 11:00.

I'm not actually even sure

who it is I'm supposed
to be meeting with.

Give me a minute. I'll find out.

Thank you.

(sighs)

He's here.

Yeah. Okay.

(office phone rings)

Gagan, Ollen, Bibb.
How may I direct your call?

(sighs)

(scoffs) Art, am I right?

Jorge?

I had no idea that
you worked at this firm.

You're probably a partner here,
aren't you? That's great.

Head of litigation, man.
It is great.

But it's also why I didn't know
you were in the building

the first time around
until you were gone.

I want to catch up,

find out how you're doing.

But first, you... you really
looking to be a paralegal?

Yeah, I am.

Well, okay, then.
Welcome aboard.

I mean, duh.
Or-or you got other offers.

Well, what are they?
We'll-we'll be competitive.

I do not.

Well, shit, what other firms

were dumb enough
to pass you up, then?

I need names, because obviously

they must be making all kinds
of other dumb mistakes

I can capitalize on.

You can tell me while we go
deal with your start paperwork.

- (clears throat)
- Come on.

Jorge.

Thank you.

Of course.

Thank you. For back then.

I just got out of your way.

Detective.

Uh, please, could you, please,

sign my grand jury
subpoenas, please?

Why don't you
ask Jorge to do it?

Oh, you let
Jorge make decisions?

I-I'm so sorry. I wasn't aware.

Just...

You know, got to hand it to you.

You seem pretty calm.

Here I was, wondering
how much you were regretting

sticking your neck out
for my old lady case.

Leyva asked me to be there.

You wanted Jorge, you got Jorge.
Why are you busting my balls?

I'm just backstopping him.

"When it goes
to trial, I'll lead."

That's you backstopping him?

Whatever I said,
I said to support Jorge.

Well, nobody bought it,
including you.

Anyway, so it turns out

the junkie fuck who beat up
all the old ladies has a dad

who owns all
these pay-for-parking lots,

and guess who
he hired for the defense.

Rolando Cabral.

Right?

So maybe you want to
reconsider grabbing lead,

not just because
Jorge deserves a shot

but because, I don't know,

Cabral never
destroyed Jorge in court.

(spraying)

(car door closes)

Hey. What are we doing?

Talking.

Just us this time.

Whatever.

I'm gonna water my squash.

You know, in all
the ways of this world

that we did not make,

I ever do anything
specific to you,

specifically, to make you

not respect me?
I mean specifically.

So when it's two guys

who did the job...

Fine. Maybe you
deserve more slack

than I cut you the other day,
and maybe I could say that

because he's not standing
in front of me

with his big fucking face.

- Okay.
- What? I never liked him.

I'm going to like him now?
I who like no one?

It's just not irrelevant,
that's all.

And I didn't go after him

because I didn't
like him, Mikey.

- The facts presented
themselves to me... - I know, I know.

If it had been me,
I would have done

everything the same as you did.

We just saw things
differently, is all.

Fuck, yeah, we did.

And all those years
of kissing lawyer ass

worked out pretty goddamn well
for you till they didn't.

Wouldn't change
what I did either.

Yeah? I bet you
would like to retire

instead of getting forced out.

And why weren't you
able to do that again?

That's a separate issue
from if he killed her,

because I know he didn't.

You want some cucumbers?

Persian, seedless.

I'll slice them up,

throw a little
olive oil on them,

a little lime juice, red onion.

Listen, I'm just going
to talk about food

right now 'cause
I'm done talking about

- the other thing.
- Dan's not a murderer, Earl.

He's a liar, Mikey.

So you'll never, ever
be able to say for sure

what the fuck else he is.

(sighs)

(spraying)

Well, now I'm confused.

What?

You asked me did
I want some cucumbers,

and I'm not
getting any cucumbers.

I'm not giving you
any of my cucumbers,

you fucking neckbone. That was
just a figure of speech.

You could have a beer

and shut the fuck up.
How about that?

Done.

SOPHIE:
Who do they think has the leisure time to

wait at home for
a five-hour window, or more,

- on a weekday?
- Um, you do.

It's not my home.

Are we going to that
consignment place on Ventura,

or just Wertz Brothers?

Uh, if we have time. Why?

I'm just timing
my trips to the pisser.

What are we looking for?

Um, an end table
and a bench for the hall.

Why a window? A window of time?

Because it has a frame.
Because it closes.

Well, so do doors.
Why not a door of time?

We are leaving.

Go to the bathroom.

- Mama?
- Yeah?

Gas and electric
will be here between

10:00 and 3:00
to trim the trees.

- WARREN: Maybe.
- We live in hope.

The gate is unlocked.
The key is here.

- Got it.
- When they come,

they're going to prop the gate
open to get their equipment in,

and when they leave, they might
close it, but they won't.

- Hmm.
- If you let Quincy out,

he will run off.

So if he has to go potty,
I do what?

You take him out in the yard

- on leash.
- Okay.

When they leave, you need to

close the gate and lock it.

- Then you may take Quincy out.
- Okay.

Ellen gets off the bus
between 2:30 and 2:45.

I know that.

Grab her,

and then, please,
give her a snack

that is not mac and cheese.

SOPHIE:
Okay.

10:00 to 3:00.
The key lives in the bowl.

Don't let Quincy out
until the gate is locked.

And give Ellen mac and cheese.

You look lovely, Bethy.

So fresh.

- Ugh, no, I don't.
- Well, you look like

a flower. You do to me.

- You're fresh.
- She is fresh.

She takes liberties
you would not believe.

- SOPHIE: Stop.
- Are you ready?

Maybe one time I'd like to go

help pick out antiques.

No, no, Mom, you don't
have Daddy's eye.

My beady flinty eye.

Your surprisingly eclectic
and beautiful eye

for someone who is friends
with Caspar Weinberger.

WARREN:
"Friendly." You always say friends.

There's a difference.

- BETH: Is there, though?
- No, there really is.

Rolando Cabral.

What are you doing?

(chuckles)

I-I heard there was

a dartboard with my face on it

- in here somewhere.
- No, you didn't.

- Oh, didn't I?
- No.

Is there?

Never seen it.

Wait, d... Do you even know

why there would be one?

Has he told you?

(laughs):
Wow.

I mean, I wouldn't want
to relive that shit either,

but still.

Nando Winston.

Mid-level coke guy on the rise,

not a care in the world
other than the fact

that he's Black and
he's driving a 7 Series.

So two hair-bags pull him over.

First, they say
Nando failed to signal.

Obviously a pretextual stop.

Then they say Nando,
who fully knows

he's got a loaded
nine millimeter under the seat,

consented to these two
motherfuckers searching his car.

BETH:
Okay, well, you being worried that I'm making you look bad

in front of your
Navy buddy you've known

for less than five minutes
is not a good reason for me

to buy a $2,600 antique
that's not an antique.

It's the man's trade.

You were second-guessing him
in the field

where he's established
and where he's known.

Yeah, he's probably
known as a crook

who tries to pass off
thrift store shit as antique.

ROLANDO:
So these Sherlock Holmeses

search and find this gun,
at which point they say

Nando tells them it's his.

No actual shit in the alleged
statement is "That's my gun."

They call it an excited
utterance prior to arrest

for illegal
possession of a weapon,

which is adorable,
and as long as we're dreaming,

I'd like a pony.

WARREN:
You embarrassed him.

An antique end table

has single spot screws,

and every one of
those screws is different

because they're handmade.

But I should not point that out

to the guy trying to
sell me a table

that has
factory-manufactured screws

with tapered ends?
Um, okay, got it.

Oh, at last, a place

to rest a drink
on this end of the couch,

instead of on the floor where
the dog can knock it over.

Please, he could knock
a drink off the roof

if he was motivated.

Let's find out.

Let's wave some vermouth
at this thorny quest.

Uh, let's you guys go home and
spill drinks on your own rugs.

Where is the dog?

(smacks lips)

ROLANDO:
So I immediately

take it to trial.
Why do I do that?

One, the cops are lying.

But two,
your boss is feeling cocky.

He's on one of his
yearlong winning streaks.

He's running up the numbers.

No way is he ready for moi.

BETH:
Quincy? (smacks lips)

Quincy?

(smacks lips)

- Hi.
- No one was there waiting.

You were early.

I was about to come out.

Can you run upstairs
and find Nana and Papa?

And your laundry's on your bed.

Please put it all away,
but not in the same drawer.

Okay.

(whistles)

(doorbell rings)

(shudders)

Quincy!

(screams) Help!

- (barking)
- Help!

WARREN:
Bethy? Beth?

- What is... Oh, my God!
- (screaming)

No, Mom!

WARREN:
Here, here!

Here. Oh, God.

- (Warren gasping)
- Help her!

Anyway, so the cops lied,
Dan looked like he was

suborning perjury, and the jury

walks Nando's ass out
the door in 42 minutes.

Are we going to conduct
some business

or are you just here
for story hour?

(phone rings)

BETH:
The Clarks brought him back.

They heard barking
and looked out,

and there he was, in their yard.

Don't know how long
he was loose for.

The gate was closed.

I know.

You keep saying that.

Well, I just don't
understand why she would

close the gate if she didn't
know where Quincy was.

Maybe she assumed she did.

Or maybe she wasn't thinking,

because, clearly, she'd already

broken the seal for the day

even though Ellen
wasn't even off the bus yet.

Even if she was drunk,
it wouldn't make her cruel.

She wouldn't turn into somebody
who didn't care about Quincy.

She couldn't
get out of the pool, Dan.

She was something.

- Yeah.
- Even if...

he can't admit that,

we can.

- ELLEN: Mommy.
- Hi, sweetie.

♪ ♪

DAN:
She was here.

MIKE (over phone):
Oh, come on.

And what's your
mother-in-law doing

while Alex is in your house?

I don't know.

But it's not like
we've never seen somebody

go from destroying property
to destroying people, right?

But why? Why would Alex do that?

I don't know.

If it makes sense to her,

does it have
to make sense to us?

So, what, we're going from

floor stripper
on your car to this?

I don't know.

I'll go talk to her. Fuck.

Okay, go be with Beth and them.

They need you.

(barking)

(barking continues)

(door closes)

CONCHITA:
Sorry about that. He usually settles

a little quicker than that.

Don't worry about it.

He's very cute. Zeke?

Uh, Ziggy.

I was all ready
to change his name,

even though they say you
never change a rescue's name.

But then the longer we had him,
the more he just was a Ziggy.

Whatever a Ziggy is.

Oh, it's German.
Short for "Zigmund."

It means, uh,
"victorious protector."

Here I was thinking
it was just a Bowie song.

You know, we can totally
do this over the phone.

I'm the one
who told you to come over.

It's just I, uh,

don't know what this is
or how to do this.

I-I, uh...

I was fine being done
with it, with all of it.

Because you thought
I was guilty.

Because you made me think
that you were.

Not at first.

I mean, that's Dan Gallagher.

I'd worked with you for years,

speaking up for people,
ruined people.

I'm thinking to myself,

"Could you betray them?

"Could you have
dealt death to someone

with everything that you know?"

I didn't believe it. I couldn't.

And then I heard
about your defense.

That you were
putting it all on her.

That was a strategy.

Someone gets assaulted.

What did they say to make
the guy go after them?

They must have been drunk.

Someone gets raped.
What were they wearing?

Why did they leave with him?

Someone gets robbed and shot.

What were they doing
in that neighborhood

that time of day? Must have
been a drug deal gone wrong.

It was your thing
that you always said,

that I always repeated.

I think I told
every single newbie

at the VSB at some point.
I'm sure I told her.

When they don't have the law,
they argue the facts.

When they don't have the facts,
they argue the law.

When they don't have either,
they blame the victim.

The guilty
always blame the victim.

Is that what you still think?

I don't think about you, Dan.

Or no, I do. A little,

when I remember how well
I used to think I knew people.

Including myself.

(sighs)

A while before she died,

I received an unofficial
complaint about Alex.

Inappropriate behavior towards
a criminal courts employee.

I met with him and
his union rep off the record.

He had rejected her,
and she had backed off,

but only sort of.

And he was afraid for
his job and about gossip.

He had had an affair once,

and his wife had
made it very clear

that there would be
zero tolerance.

Alex had not gotten ugly,

and he was not looking
to have her disciplined.

He was just trying
to get on the books

with his side in case she did.

- So she was stalking him?
- No.

Harassing him, then.

Enough to make him
want to come forward.

Unofficially, off the record.

Right.

Which means that you
could have done anything

that you wanted
with that information,

including give it to me when
you knew how much I needed it.

She was dead,
and someone killed her,

and you wanted to
make that her fault!

The guilty
always blame the victim.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Who made the complaint,
Conchita?

Please, after all
this time, just tell me.

Gabriel Ibarra,

the bailiff from courtroom M71.

(Ziggy barking)

Ziggy really wants you to go.

(barking continues)

♪ ♪

Hey, there.

Mike Gerard.
I met you at Andolini's.

Right. Hi.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I'm on my way home.

Thought I'd talk to you.

This is a beautiful building.

I-I can't believe
they made it residential.

You know, it started out
as a vaudeville house

and a garment depot?

Yeah, somebody said that.

You live downtown?

No. No, I don't like
to live where I work.

Huh.

That's what I like about it.

Yeah, I got that.

I just think we need
some separation.

You know? The terrible
things we see on this job.

Need a little distraction
now and again.

That's what gets us

into trouble sometimes, though.

I mean, you spend all day
doing good for other people,

you start to feeling like
if you want to get up to

some shenanigans on your
own time, it's your business.

And it is.

You know, until it's not.

You know, Dan Gallagher?

I've known him a long time.

Half his life.

You know,

he's a good man in
the most important ways,

but he should
have left you alone.

He knows that.

Does he know that you're here?

Does she know?

Are you going to tell her?

- No.
- Hmm.

I don't think I'll have to.

Anyway...

Safe home, Mike.

Wherever that is.

Hey.

How's she doing? Is she down?

What about him? How is he?

I've never seen him like...
whatever this is.

I actually got him
to take a pill,

that's how he is.

Are you sick?

(Dan sighs)

You okay, baby?

I have to tell you
something, Beth.

Now? Does it have to be now?

Yeah, I think it does.

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BETH: Oh, hey, I'm Beth.

I'm the owner.

I did the remodel myself,
so if you have any questions--

I'll find you.

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