All language subtitles for The Calling S01E04

- Hello.
My name is Detective Avraham.

- This is my son, Vincent.

He's missing.

- When did you
last see Vincent?

- Monday?

I'm his tutor,
just helping him

with his, uh,
writing skills.

- Well, Zack's a writer.

Why is there
a letter from Vincent?

- This is what writers do.
We channel.

- I don't believe you.

- My feeling is that Vincent
never left that building

on Tuesday morning.

He's contained.

- I never made a decision
to kiss him.

It just happened.

Vincent told you.

You knew.

- We got a 16-year-old missing
boy last seen with you,

a homeless man of
questionable mental health--

someone who was broomed from
his previous teaching career.

You don't exactly
present well, John.

- Why don't you say it?
You think he's dead.

- Do you think
your son is dead?

- How dare you ask me that?

- His luggage.
The large one is not here.

Where's the large?
- I don't know.

- He wouldn't run away
because of something

that I said or did.

- Why would he run away?

Do you have any idea?

- No.

[moody tone]

* *

[uneasy music]

* *

[faucet running]

[music intensifying]

* *

[door closes]

* *

[chiming noise]

[contemplative music]

* *

[children playing in distance]

- The mother.

We're now seeing his
mother in the fish.

- I can't really explain it.

- I'm not gonna ask you to.

You see anything
else in there, Avi?

'Cause I will tell
you what I see.

I see a fury
bordering on a mania

bordering on disorder.

- It's a process.

- Yeah, I'm familiar.

The longer a case goes on,
the more intense you get,

the more intense your drawings.

Did your mother draw?

- This is not about my mother.

- Is it about Vincent's?

- How are we doing?

[chuckles]

Late night, I see.

- We got a report that Kids
Campus is receiving threats.

I need you to go check it out.

- Meaning what?
I'm off this thing here?

- Meaning when a day care in
our area receives threats,

we check it out, Earl.

We need to multitask.

Rebecca took the call.

Get the report and go, please.

- We should also circle
back to the school,

revisit everyone
in Vincent's life.

Benjamin, Hailey Townsend,
her boyfriend.

We are not dealing
with something random.

I know it.

- Oh.

- Do I need to take
you off this case,

put someone else on?

Fresh eyes?

- I'm almost there.

- That's what you keep saying.

By the way, there's
someone downstairs

to speak to you and Janine.

- Can we help you?

- Uh, yes.

I'm here about the missing
boy, Vincent Conte.

I may have information.

- What sort of information?

- Well, perhaps none.

- What's your name?

- Michael Rosen.

I teach a writing class.

I have a student who's been
writing about a missing boy

with similarities
to some of the details

I've heard on the news
about this Vincent Conte.

Come to learn
the student actually lives

in the boy's building.

- What's the student's name?

- Zachary Miller.

- Let's go upstairs.

- As you can see,
the material's riveting,

which is what first
made me suspicious.

- Why?

- Well, Zack has been
consistently mediocre.

His work lacks.

It's like he's
on the outside looking in.

He just can't get there.

I actually told him to give up
the pursuit of the craft.

That's how uninspiring
I found it all.

Then suddenly,
within the last week,

he's writing this,

like he's on the inside of it--

well inside.

And that he lives
in the kid's building

gives me a very uneasy feeling.

- It's not exactly
probative of anything.

- It's too coincidental.
Add to that, these people

have been withholding.

He's clearly writing
about Vincent's relationship

with his parents.
- Even so,

it doesn't make
him guilty of anything.

What are we gonna do,
arrest him for plagiarism?

- I'm with Avi on this.

They've both been
playing hide the ball.

- Okay, let's say this tutor
does have something to do

with Vincent's disappearance.

Do we really think that
he would write about it?

- He might. Some twisted call
for attention.

I'm gonna bring him in.

- On what grounds?

- My suggestion is
that we call them in

to help.

If we do some aggressive
round up, they'll get lawyers.

So let's just ask them nicely
to come in and help us.

I mean,
clearly Zack wants to play.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Okay.

- Great.
Thank you.

* *

- This morning.

Okay.

Yeah, I suppose
we could do that.

Sure.

Yeah, 10:00 is fine.

See you there.

- What's going on?

- Some new developments.

They got some security footage.

They want us to take a look,

see if we recognize anybody.

- Did they say they have
an actual suspect?

- No.

[uneasy music]

10:00.

We can drop off Luke
at my mother's on the way.

* *

- Thank you so much
for coming in.

- Yeah. What's this, uh,
new development?

- Well, could be
just a blind alley,

but we're turning over
every stone.

We just would like for you
to look at some stills.

- Earl, take Zack
to see, would you?

Janine, you and Dania
can go to the spare room.

- You're splitting us up?

- If you and your wife happened
to identify the same person,

we don't want his
or her lawyer arguing

that the ID was suggestive.

- Follow me, boss.

[tense tone]

* *

- I have to say,
I'm getting

a very odd feeling here.

- Well, that's understandable.

We're all unsettled.

A boy is missing.

One might argue
it would be more odd

not to have an odd feeling.

You otherwise doing okay?

- Just fine.
Can I see these photos please?

- Of course.

Actually, before we
get to the pictures,

I thought we might start
with this.

[tense music]

* *

- Where did you get these?

- Your writing instructor
brought them.

He had concerns...

as now do I.

- What is going on here?

- Well, that's my question
for you, sir.

You seem to have
an intimate knowledge

of Vincent's insecurities,
his fears, his frustrations.

- No, this was
a writing assignment.

- It's time to cut
the shit, Mr. Miller.

- Careful.

- Don't you have
somewhere to be, Earl?

- This is excellent writing.

And from what I'm told, you're
not an excellent writer.

Did Vincent write this letter?

* *

- No.

- You clearly had insight
as to his state of mind.

You neglected to share
this insight with me.

At a minimum, you failed
to aid this investigation.

More likely, you obstructed it.

- Obstr--obstructed?

You have treated me
like a suspect from the start.

- Whether or not that's true,
I certainly

consider you one now,

and your best path
to exoneration

is a straight
and truthful line.

Are you sexually
attracted to Vincent?

- What?

- Some of the emails
between you two

suggest a certain intimacy.

- No, I'm not sexually
attracted to Vincent.

- His father had concerns
as to your sexuality.

- Did he?
Did he have concerns?

'Cause I had concerns
about him, too.

He was--he was punishing.

He oppressed Vincent
at every turn.

Look, a big part
of my tutelage of Vincent

was bolstering his esteem.

You are off base
and way out of line.

- I don't think so.

You had knowledge
of what was going on

with this young man's psyche.

You chose to conceal it.

You're facing a bit
of trouble, Mr. Miller.

- It is serious, Dania.

Let's face it: a bit damning.
- This is a writing exercise.

He said he was trying
to get in Vincent's head.

- I understand.

Clearly, he has
an ability to do so.

So why not share
that insight with us?

Some of this,
as I understand it,

is drawing
from Vincent's actual words.

Admissions.

Just explain to me how
you chose to sit on that.

How do you reconcile that with
claiming to care about him?

You spoke of how vulnerable

you know Vincent to be,
and yet--

- I just found out about this.

- But you sat on it.

You didn't tell his parents.

You didn't tell us.

[tense tone]

* *

- Actually--

- Actually what?

Actually what, Dania?

- How many times
do I need to say this?

I have no actual knowledge
as to what happened here.

- "I have been gone
for a long time.

You made me disappear."
- I conjured that.

- "I suggest you stop looking
because you will not find me."

- I want a lawyer.
I want a lawyer.

- It appears you need one.

- Avi.

- We are not done here.

- Now.

* *

[door shuts]

- Dania, please, tell
Detective Avraham

what you just told me.

- Which part?

- The part that
caused me to say,

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

That part.

- Well... she had asked if--

she asked how I could just sit
on what I know, this here.

And I told her
I didn't completely sit on it.

I couldn't sleep last night
because it was weighing on me.

So I made copies,
put them in an envelope,

and slipped them under
the Contes' door.

- When exactly did you do this?

- It was around 3:00 a.m.

- Last night?

- Yes.

- The letters
purportedly from Vincent.

You slid them
under the Contes' door.

- Yes.

- Dania, what would
compel you to do this?

- Well, she's my friend.

Or she was my friend.

This is her worst nightmare.

And all I've done is make
things harder for her.

- But why the letters?

- Well, I didn't
know what else to do.

Zack wanted to keep
the letters to ourselves.

But what if something in here
could lead Nora to her son?

Slipping the letters
under the door

seemed like the best option.

- Does your husband know
you did this?

- No.

- Dania, is there anything else
you haven't told us?

Because now would
very much be the time.

- Mm-hmm.
There's more.

- I think Zack knew
that I had kissed Vincent.

I--I asked--

I accused him of knowing,
and he didn't deny it.

He knew.

- Are you suggesting
Zack might have

retaliated against Vincent?

- No.

No, I'm not
suggesting anything.

All I can suggest
at the moment is,

I don't know my husband
anymore.

* *

- This is fucked up.

- So if I'm following,

Nora and Leonard
got these letters

supposedly written
by their son.

And, what, they've
done nothing?

They haven't called it in?

- It means they know he's dead.

- We can't jump to that.

- Yes, we can.

The parents get information
that may help in our search.

They choose not to reveal it.

That tells me they know
our search to be futile.

They know he's dead.

- That's a lot of assuming.

- Tell me what you think.

- Are the Millers still here?
- In lockup.

We're holding them.
- On what grounds?

- On whatever.

We can't have them
tipping off the Contes

that we know that they know
of those letters.

- [sighs]

How do we play this?

* *

- Come with me.

[dishware clattering]

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

- Hey, Nora. Dania.

Any news?

- No.

- How are you holding up?

How's Leonard?

- Leonard is out of town
on business for the day.

We're all holding up
best we can.

Is there something
I can do for you?

- Nora, I know you got
the letters from Vincent.

I slid them under your door.

I'm so sorry.

But the thing is, evidently,

Zack has been in touch
with Vincent.

And--and possibly still is.

Zack isn't telling me much,

but I sense
he knows something.

And I just couldn't
bear it any longer.

So that's why
I slid them to you.

* *

Nora? Can you--
Are you there?

- I'm here.

- Well, should I give them
to the police?

Can you hear me?

- Vincent didn't write
those letters.

- What do you mean?

- I mean I know
my son's writing.

He certainly didn't write them.

* *

[dial tone beeping]

- Now we wait.
If she doesn't report the call

or the letters,
that tells us something.

Put her back in lockup.

- Why?

- Because you obstructed
our investigation, Dania.

* *

- You okay?

- How long's it been?

- Almost 30 minutes.

- It's possible she's trying
to track down her husband,

get his opinion before she--

- Avi, she's guilty.

Of what exactly,
maybe we don't know.

But she's guilty.

* *

- Go pick her up.

- Arrest her?

- We don't have
enough for that.

Just pick her up.

[tense tone]

* *

- I didn't report any threat.

And I would certainly know
if I did.

- Uh, well, somebody,
uh, made the call,

a Sarah Sowinsky.

- Uh, Sarah?

[clears throat]

- Hi.

- I told you about it.
I--I showed you.

- Yes, you did not tell
me you called it in.

- Well I just--
I thought that--

- You showed her what?

- Um--well, I just--
I thought--

- You said you showed her.
Showed her what?

- Um, well, when I came in
this morning to unlock, I, um--

I found this taped
to the window.

- And it wouldn't occur
to you to report this?

- It's probably just a prank.

- Hm.
That or a credible threat.

Which side do you wanna err on?

- Yeah, what do you
expect me to do?

Shut down every time somebody
tapes a drawing to my window?

- It's a drawing of a bomb,
ma'am.

- Well, if you're
looking for suspects...

- Yeah.
- I can give you two.

- Okay.
- First, my landlord,

who is dying for me
to break my lease

so he can double my rent.

And then walk two blocks down
to the new day care

that just opened,
'cause they're also dying,

in this case,
to steal my clients.

So there is no bomb.

Just two groups
of vicious, greedy people

doing what vicious,
greedy people do.

- Yeah, I'm not entirely s--
- No, and to be honest,

you being here right now--
no offense--

but you look, smell, and ooze
police officer,

which is not
a good vibe for a day care

when I am in the business
of selling happy.

- And I'm in the business
of serving and protecting

this community, of which you
and these children are a part.

- And I'm just saying that
you're not doing that

if you are helping
to close my doors.

[mysterious music]

* *

- Do you know why you're here?

Nora?

Do you know why you're here?

- I'm guessing you have
new information on the case.

- Yes, there have been
some developments.

We received letters
ostensibly written by Vincent.

- They were not written by him.

As I told Dania Miller
when she called,

that was not
Vincent's writing style.

- The point is, you received
them and didn't tell us.

- We didn't tell you
because we didn't trust you.

We knew you'd just accuse us
of hiding them or forging them

or whatever you needed to say
to make us look guilty.

- You also hid the fact
that Dania believed

Zack might be in touch
with Vincent.

Why would you not
report that to us?

- Because I didn't
believe Dania.

Quite frankly, I don't believe
a word she says about anything.

Dania Miller is a sick person.

She--she kissed Vincent.

She's a sexual predator.

For all I know,
she wrote those letters.

I--I still don't understand
why you haven't arrested her.

- We've been intently looking
for your son.

I go to sleep
with Vincent in my head.

And I wake up
with him in the morning.

You get a phone call
from someone

who tells you your husband
might know where Vincent is.

And you don't
take it seriously.

I don't believe that
a mother gets that call

and doesn't take it
to her core.

What mother would give up
even the slightest chance

that it could be possible?

You and I sat
together in his room.

I held your hand.

The reason you didn't call us
with this new information:

you know what
happened to Vincent.

- [scoffs]
- It's not too late to tell me.

- Vincent left for school
Tuesday morning,

and he never came back.

I don't know what happened.

- From the start, I've never
seen hope in your eyes.

Only grief, despair,
resignation.

* *

This is Vincent's
class schedule.

I took it off his desk,
you'll remember.

According to the schedule
for Tuesday,

Vincent should have started
the day

with two hours of calculus,
followed by an hour of PE,

an hour of sociology,
and an hour of literature.

This is a list of the books

that were found
in Vincent's bag.

A civics book, a copy of
"Antigone," a geology text.

No calculus book.

It seems he packed
the wrong books.

Geology, "Antigone"?

Those were classes
from last semester.

- I suppose he didn't have
any real intention

of going to school that day.

- And if he was running away,
best to take his geology text?

Why take any schoolbooks?

Someone other than Vincent
packed that bag.

Someone who didn't know
his schedule.

Was it you?

- No.

- Was it your husband?

* *

This is your son.

This is also your last chance.

- [exhales]

I don't know what happened.

He--he left, I thought,
for school.

And he never came back.

- We found Vincent's body.

- What the fuck?

- [gasps]

- I would be sorry to have
to inform you that he is dead.

But you already know this.

- [mouths silently]

- If there are
mitigating circumstances, Nora,

now would be the time.

- [exhales]

I don't know.
I don't know what happened.

- When your husband lands
at La Guardia,

he'll be arrested.

He'll then be told
that you informed us

as to what happened.

He will then likely give us
his version,

one I suspect puts him in
the most favorable light.

You have a daughter.

Your best hope at getting
to continue to be her mother

is to get your version
out first.

* *

We know they argued

when Leonard came back
early from dinner.

The neighbors heard it.

What was that argument about?

- [chuckles weakly, sniffles]

[sighs]

Leon--

Leonard came home.

And, uh...

* *

He walked in on--

on Vincent and Olivia.

* *

Vincent was in her room...

gratifying himself.

* *

[sniffling]

Leonard saw it. He--

he walked in,
and he saw him.

He lost it.
He just--he lost control.

- No!
[grunts]

[Olivia screams]

- And then I came home, and--

and he was dead already.

He was lying there
on the floor

with his eyes open, but he--

there was nothing there.
He...

* *

- And what did you do?

- I hugged him.

[sobs]
I hugged him.

I just went down on the floor,
and I hugged him.

* *

And Leonard--
[sighs]

Leonard was convinced
that he'd go to jail

and that they would take
Olivia away from us.

So we decided
to make it seem like--

like he ran away, he was--

[exhales]

- And the body?

- Leonard took him out
in the middle of the night.

[sobs weakly]

- Took him out how?

- But if you--you--

you found him,
you knew, obviously.

- The large suitcase.

* *

[somber tone]

* *

[music intensifies]

* *

* *

- [praying in Hebrew]

- ...river.
We now take you

to our onsite reporter
with an update from the scene.

- Tragic news
out of Brooklyn

in the disappearance
of minor Vincent Conte,

whose body was retrieved

this evening from
the bottom of the East River.

The grisly discovery
made by NYPD

after the parents
of the victim confessed

to the accidental killing
of their son,

then disposing of the body.

- Officials

at the Environmental
Protection Agency...

[knock at door]

...determine how much
and just what kind of metal...

- [shuts TV off]

- [sighs] I need a beer.

- I don't have any.

- Well, then we have
to go to a bar.

- Okay.

[light piano music]

* *

- And the sister maintains
that nothing happened.

The psychologist thinks she's
either protecting Vincent,

or, more likely,
she's blocking it out.

[upbeat rock music playing]

You okay?

- I felt I knew him.

That's... not the boy I knew.

- Professionally speaking, Avi,
today was a really good day.

You broke the case.

- I misread everything.

- No.

You misread her.

Everything else,
you were spot on.

I mean, the father, that it
happened in the building.

But you did misread her.

- Is the point of this beer
to critique me?

- Would you like me to?

- Yes.

- Okay, well, as I said,

gold star
for breaking the case.

Um, your drawings turned out
to be more accurate than not.

- But?

- You--you lost your way some.

You believed in her
a little bit too hard.

You got to the truth,
due in part to your compass,

but also in spite of it.

I mean, it's a truth
that's devastated you,

not just because
Vincent's dead,

but because this woman
you desperately wanted

to be innocent

turned out not to be.

- I think it should be me
who learns from you.

- Maybe we learn
from each other.

- L'chaim.
- L'chaim.

[laughs]

[The Monkees' "Tomorrow's
Gonna Be Another Day"]

- * Tomorrow's gonna be
another day *

* Hey, hey, hey, hey *

* And I don't care
what you say *

* Tomorrow's gonna be,
tomorrow's gonna be *

* Tomorrow's gonna be
another day-ay-ay *

* Hey, hey, hey, hey *

* Hey, hey,
hey, hey *

* Another day *

- Oh, I know.
You're okay.

[baby babbling]
Yeah.

- I suppose you've come
to apologize.

[baby crying]
- For?

- For--for everything.

My innocence, to start with.

And you know what?

For being right
about everything that I wrote,

which was excellent writing,
by the way,

so much so that
I caused my own wife

to believe every word of it,

which occasioned her to give
my materials to the Contes,

which occasioned you to lay
a trap and solve the case.

For all your investigating,
it was the power of my writing

that actually led to the break.

- Perhaps, in addition
to an apology,

I should offer my gratitude.

- You are a--

an arrogant man in sheep's
clothing is what you are.

- That would not be
the metaphor I'd expect

from an excellent writer.

- You know what
I'm working on now?

- What?
- A poem.

It's going to be called "And
He Walked Away with Dignity."

Which is what I'm
going to do right now.

I'm going to walk away
from you.

Come on, Luke.

Let's go play on the swings,

away from this nasty man, okay?

Yeah.

- Heard they made bail,
Leonard and Nora.

I saw it on the news.

Guess I'm getting
my neighbors back.

- For now.

How are you and Zack doing?

- Oh...

- That well, huh?

- Still don't feel
like I know who he is.

Not completely.

Of course, I'm having
trouble trusting myself

to trust or know anybody.

But I guess that can happen
when the world shifts

too much beneath your feet.

- It can.

- I'll tell you this, though.

While I can't claim to truly
have known Vincent Conte,

I sensed him, and I felt him
through and through.

And what they're saying
about him and his sister?

Not a fucking chance.

It was not within that boy
to do

what he's being accused of.

- Leonard saw it.

He walked in
on Vincent and Olivia.

- Not a fucking chance.

- I need to speak
to your daughter.

- Why?

- It would be helpful
to the investigation.

- Well, I would need
to be present.

- The psychologists think she's
either protecting Vincent...

- No!
[grunts]

[Olivia screams]

- Or, more likely,
she's blocking it out.

[tense music]

[knocking]

- What's going on?

- I came to brief you
on some closing details.

We also have
a few follow-up questions.

- Are you kidding me?
I'm represented by counsel.

- It's just to fill you in
on a few things.

- [sighs]

Olivia, why don't you go to
your room for a second,

Okay, hon?

- Actually,
it's fine that she hears.

It's probably best, even.

First, I again want to convey
my sympathies

for these very difficult
circumstances to lose a child,

to discover that your child
had been inappropriate

with his sibling.
- Yeah, what are these

closing details, please?

- Mainly that our discovery
was inaccurate.

The discovery
that Vincent was inappropriate

with his sibling?

He wasn't.

- What the hell
are you talking about?

I saw it.
- Yes.

We have your word
that you saw it.

Are you able to reconcile
who you knew Vincent to be

just with your husband's word?

[tense music]

- What's going on?

* *

- I'm told we still have yet

to get
your word on this, Olivia.

- You are out of line.

- What's going on?

- Perhaps you've
blocked out the memory,

as the psychologists suggest.

- You need to get the hell
out of this house

right now.
- What is going on?

- Our daughter's been
traumatized enough.

- Yes.
My question is by who.

- What is happening here?

- Your husband didn't walk in
on your son with Olivia.

* *

Your son walked in
on your husband.

- That is a fuckin' lie.
- Is it?

* *

- Oh, my God.

Olivia. Stop.

Olivia, you tell me the truth.

- [chuckles]

- Okay, tell me the truth.

* *

Olivia, honey. It's okay.

Olivia, honey.

Tell me the truth.

* *

Oh, my God.

* *

- It's a lie.
It's fuckin' bullshit.

- Where do you
think you're going?

- Fuck off. I'm calling
my lawyer right now.

- Leonard.
I wasn't quite finished.

I'm afraid I'm going
to have to re-arrest you.

[cocks gun]
- He's got a gun!

- Leonard.

[intense music]

- Nora, please take Olivia to
her room and stay there now.

This is not how you
want it to end, Leonard.

- Well, what about this ending?
Do you like this ending?

- Drop that fuckin' gun!
- Do you like this ending?

- Let's stay calm.
- Drop the fuckin' gun

- Let's stay calm!
- Shut up!

- Nobody here wants
anybody to die.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Avi--

- You are not
a homicidal person.

- Stop. Stop talking.
- We all know

what happened with Vincent.
You didn't mean to kill him.

- Just shut the fuck up.

- It happened in an instant.

- Leonard,
drop the fucking gun.

- Shut up!
- Avi.

- He initiated
the confrontation.

- I said shut up!
- There's no malice

in your heart.
- You're not gonna fuckin'

talk me down with clever.

[grunting]

[blow lands]
[groaning]

[struggling efforts]

[handcuffs clacking]

[groaning]

[panting]

* *

- You okay?
- That is not the way, Avi.

Taking on armed suspects
like that.

It is not sustainable.

- I damn near killed the guy.

- We're all fine.

* *

- [knocks]

I'm sorry.

- Please just go.

* *

- Let's give them
a little longer together.

- She knew.

Nora knew.

- At some level, she knew.
Yes.

[clears throat]

- Can we just get
five more minutes?

- [exhales]

* *

- Dad?

[grunting]

[Olivia screams]

[sickening thuds]
[grunting]

* *

[somber music]

* *

[metallic whirring]

[crackling]

[dark tone]

* *

[timer beeping]

* *

[zipping]

[music intensifies]

* *