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♪ Tiptoe through the window ♪

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♪ By the window, that is where I'll be ♪

♪ Come tiptoe through the tulips with me ♪

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♪ Tiptoe from your pillow ♪

♪ To the shadow of a willow tree ♪

♪ And tiptoe through the tulips with me ♪

♪ Knee deep ♪

♪ In flowers we'll stray, we'll ♪

(button clicks) (gentle piano music)

- Boo!

(both giggle)

Did you think you got me?

(both chuckle)

- Mr. Bradley!

- Donnie boy!

Ooh!

That was a good one.

And how many times I gotta tell ya? It's just Bradley.

Hey, Karen. - Hey, Brad.

And for the love of God, let him keep those good manners.

You never know how long that's gonna last, living with Tina.

- I'm standing right here.

- Hey, Auntie Tina! - Hey, sweetie.

Come here!

No?

(sighs) Don't worry.

He'll be begging girls like me

for more than kisses in a couple years.

- Tina!

- What? It's true!

- Bradley?

- Yeah, it's okay. I got him.

Right, bud? - Yeah!

- Let's get outta here. All right.

- I'm so disgusted with you, sister.

- [Tina] Oh, honey.

(birds chirp) (gentle music continues)

- Do you have a glove? A baseball glove?

- No.

- We gotta change that. Today.

Mandatory.

Perfect day for a catch.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- So, uh, what's with Caleb?

No word from the cops yet? - No.

- Yeah, well, they couldn't find dick,

if they were squatting on one.

(Tina sighs)

- You know, I wanted to tell you something and...

But I...

(sighs) Fine. - No, listen.

You don't have to tell me anything.

Your my sister. Listen.

You got some baby daddy threatening to cut your tits off

and I have a pair of butcher knives,

just waiting to castrate him.

- Thanks.

- Oh, no.

No TV.

(Bradley clears throat)

Clothes.

Glove.

Catch!

(sighs) This kid's killing me

(gun fires)

(ominous music)

- Brad?

- You okay, baby?

- Of course he is.

You think I'd hurt my own son?

- Caleb, what are you doing here?

- Now...

That's kind of a stupid fuckin' question, don't you think?

You took my son from me.

- Caleb. - You took my son from me!

Ah.

- [Karen] Please.

- Oh, yeah.

Say that again for me.

- Please!

- Love the way you beg.

Sorta like you need to get fucked.

But I'm so sorry, my dear.

I'm all out of fucks to give.

(Caleb chuckles)

(knife plunges) (Caleb screams)

(Tina screams) (knife plunges)

(body clunks)

(Caleb grunts)

♪ Tiptoe through the window ♪

(Caleb grunts) (tense music)

(gun cocks)

(Caleb grunts)

- So what now? Are we gonna finish him off?

- I don't know. I thought we'd have more time.

Your castration idea did sound fun, though.

(Caleb grunts)

- You took my dick. I take yours.

- No.

- Move your fucking hands.

- Karen, please.

- I'm sorry, dear. I'm all out of fucks to give.

(tense music continues)

(Donnie whimpers)

- No!

No!

No, no, no! No!

No!

(Caleb screams) (flesh crunches and squelches)

♪ In the moonlight ♪ (high-pitched tone rings)

♪ Will you pardon me ♪ (high-pitched tone rings)

♪ Come tiptoe ♪ (high-pitched tone rings)

♪ Through the tulips with me ♪ (knife plunges repeatedly)

(knife plunges repeatedly) (Caleb groans)

(ominous music) (Adam pants)

(somber music)

(Adam breathes heavily)

(Adam breathes deeply)

(somber music continues)

(birds chirp and squawk)

(waves lap)

(waves crash)

(somber music continues)

(Adam sighs)

(bottle sprays)

(bottle sprays)

(Adam sighs)

- [Radio Host] Ladies and gentlemen, here it is.

The most listened to radio show on the...

(mellow bass music)

(footsteps approach)

(footsteps recede)

(door closes)

- People in pain, causing pain.

Motherfuckers involved in all kinds of fuckery,

and are surprised when shit ends up...

Well, you know, fucked up.

I wanna say, if I had a bucket of fucks, that I'd give one.

Truth is,

I don't.

People are people, and they do what they do.

I did what I did, and I don't feel one way about it.

This shit is mandated. That's the only reason I'm here.

Clean shoot. Perp down.

Clean shoot.

And I don't feel no way about it.

I'm fine, Dr. Polson.

Look.

See?

Look at my hand.

See that shit?

Not a twitch.

I see motherfuckers trembling like Michael J. Fox

doing the Harlem Shake, after shit like that.

And you see this?

Come on, man.

Fuck.

Captain says I gotta come here twice a week for three months

then I'm done, right?

And I'm two months in the hole, right?

Cool.

'Cause if I wanted to waste an hour talking to myself,

I'd at least slip two fingers in my twat

and keep interesting, you know?

(moody electronic music)

♪ Lately I've been staring at the dark ♪

♪ Turn my inner demons into art ♪

♪ Struggle with the pain inside my heart ♪

♪ Wish I didn't care about what they'll say ♪

♪ What you say what you want ♪

- (sighs) That's it?

- Yippers. Give me my shit.

- Here?

- Yeah. Gimme, gimme, gimme.

(Kelsey sniffs)

- You're a god damn rockstar.

- (sniffs) Tell me something I don't know.

♪ Say what you want to say ♪

♪ What you want to say ♪

♪ What you want to say ♪

(Adam sighs)

♪ No one ♪

♪ No one ♪

- Mom?

It's me.

It's Adam!

Your son!

Do you have the TV up or something?

Because you didn't even realize that...

Nevermind. It's not important.

How are you and Dad doing?

It's me, Mom! Adam!

Yeah! Turn the TV down.

Yeah, I'm still here.

It's me, Mom.

Adam. Your son.

No, no, no, don't. Mom, don't hang up.

Please don't hang up.

Hello?

Hello?

Mom?

Mom?

(heartbeat thumps) (high-pitched tone rings)

(Adam breathes heavily) (muffled jaunty music)

(Adam sighs)

Don't do it, Adam.

(sighs) Don't you do it. Not today.

Not today.

Suck it up.

Suck it up, you little bitch.

Come on.

Hi. It's Adam K with Persephone Insurance.

Is this Mack Collins?

Good.

Like I said, I'm with Persephone Insurance.

I'm the claims manager that will be finalizing your claim.

Yeah, I have 9:30 scheduled at your residence.

I just wanted to confirm before heading out.

Okay.

Great. And will Mrs. Collins be in attendance as well?

Perfect.

All right. I'm heading out right now.

I should be there, right at 9:30.

Okay.

We'll see you then.

Okay. Bye-bye.

(somber music)

(Adam sighs)

(somber music continues)

(engines rev)

(horn blares)

- [Harry] Oh, oh. You god damn whore.

(Kelsey spits)

- What?

- You don't even like Bismart.

You just took it 'cause you know I like those.

- Fuck you. Like you need another fuckin' donut.

Fat ass walked in front of my TV,

I missed three seasons of Seinfeld.

(Harry feigns laughter)

- What'd Polson say?

- Ah, same Shiite, different Muslim.

You hear anything about the whole Chinatown thing?

Slap on the wrist, or slapping on the cuffs?

- Nah.

- Well, let me know if you want me to step in, you know?

Put a word in Mau Lin's ear.

Maybe chalk this whole thing up to a misunderstanding.

(suspenseful music)

- I'll be back in a second.

- What?

Your seconds take hours!

You screwed up the eclairs!

(sighs) That was mine.

(Kelsey chuckles)

- Bovine. Howdy.

- Grimes.

How's it going?

- Learning to swim without getting wet. You?

- You know, it doesn't have to go down like this.

The IA is all over this thing.

- It's all good in the hood.

Really.

(Maury chuckles)

- Well, at the expense of sounding, you know, like me,

no matter what goes down,

you are the person that I want coming in behind me,

when I go through that door.

My life.

Your hands.

Capisce?

- I think he wants me coming in his behind.

(Kelsey laughs)

(phone rings)

Grimes.

Okay, we're on it.

Mm-hm.

Got it.

- We're rockin'? - And a-rollin'.

- Hi. Adam K with Persephone Insurance.

- Oh, hey. Mack Collins.

- Oh. Doesn't happen very often.

A handshake from a claimant. - No?

- No.

- Probably 'cause they think you're trying to fuck 'em.

(Mack chuckles)

You're not trying to fuck me though, are you?

- Not unless you ask me to. (Mack chuckles)

- Come on in, you fucker. - Okay.

- Well, uh, this is my wife, Vanessa.

She was driving home when it happened.

- Mrs. Collins.

How fast were you going?

- Look, we already answered all those questions before,

and our lawyer said that-

- Look, I'm not asking for that first.

I'm sorry for interrupting you.

I'm not asking for that.

I'm just trying to understand how this car could've poss-

- [Vanessa] 60.

- Hon!

(chuckles) Sorry. It was 45.

50, tops.

I mean, the speed limit was 45.

- 60?

- [Vanessa] Yes.

(Mack sighs)

- And what about the other driver?

- I don't know.

I never saw her. Blew-

- Right through the stop sign? - Right through the stop sign.

- (laughs) Yeah.

- No, that bitch was probably going about 70.

Maybe more. (chuckles)

Right, honey?

- [Adam] Where were you coming from?

- Uh, lunch.

It was celebratory.

- [Adam] Of?

- Well, we just found out that this one here was pregnant.

- This is the part where I would ask you guys

if you had been drinking, but instead-

- No. - Yes.

Yes, we were.

(Mack sighs)

- Instead, I'm gonna tell you something.

My client has a hundred thousand dollar policy,

with 250,000 for medical.

I know that this can never compensate for what you've lost.

Would that at least be enough to pay your medical expenses?

- Yes.

- I'm gonna see what else I can do for you, too.

(Mack chuckles)

- Well, thank you, sir.

Thank you for not fuckin' us.

- It ain't over yet.

(Janice retches)

(Janice coughs)

(Janice coughs)

(upbeat electronic music)

♪ Fuckin' with your best friend with big tip ♪

♪ Fuckin' with your best friend with big tip ♪

♪ Fuckin' with your best friend with big tip ♪

♪ Fuckin' with your best friend with big tip ♪

(Kelsey sniffs)

(Kelsey sniffs)

- What?

The donuts got me in a fuckin' haze.

Especially the jelly one.

- Oh!

You're an asshole.

- Lovable asshole, though, right?

- It's the only one I fuckin' wanted.

Mrs. Kraul? We're Detectives Andrews and Grimes.

- [Maureen] It took you long enough.

- Lots of crimes need solvin', ma'am.

Who's that? Mr. Kraul?

- Mr. Kraul's been dead for 10 years.

- [Harry] We received a report of threatening phone calls.

Did you call that in?

Mrs. Kraul? - Yes.

- Hello, detectives.

The situation's being handled.

Now, we made a full report to the first officer on the scene

and that's about all she has to say about it.

- We'd like to hear that from Mrs. Kraul.

- [Maureen] That's it. Nothing more to say.

- All right, then. That's that.

- Wait. - No, that's fine, Grimes.

- That's not protocol. We got to-

- Shut the fuck up!

Yeah.

Hey, Gladys. Do me a solid.

Run a report on 1972 Spalding. Last name, Kraul.

Husband and wife.

And shoot the report from this morning

about their threatening phone calls to my cell, okay?

Yeah. Thanks a bunch.

- What're you doing?

- My god damn job, Harry.

My god damn job.

- Listen, thank you again so much for, uh,

taking care of us, I mean, most claim guys-

- Yeah, I know. I know.

You gotta take care of good people when you find 'em.

- Yeah.

- Besides, gotta take care of a brother.

- (chuckles) You're a marine?

- Semper fi.

(Mack laughs)

- Oh, god damn!

I knew you were cool. I just, I didn't know why.

But finally, man! Somebody I can talk to about shit.

You seen duty?

- Afghanistan.

Third and last tour.

- Man, I just got back last year.

Knocked her up and, you know... (chuckles)

Actually, why don't we step outside just for a minute?

- Sure. - All right.

(door closes)

But, yeah.

I got back, got her pregnant.

I didn't even think I could.

I mean, I've been sticking in everything,

just blasting away and nothin'.

And then...

(sighs) I don't know.

Truth be told, I've been looking for a way

to get outta this shit, ever since before my tour.

I mean, I got her pregnant and I just thought to myself,

"Fuck!"

(chuckles) You know, now I'm really stuck.

(Mack sighs)

But now?

Ah, I don't know.

I figured the least I can do is stick around,

till she gets better.

So I don't look like a total asshole.

Hell, maybe even walk away with a little extra change

in my pocket so that, uh, you know,

I can carry on with my life, if we're lucky enough.

But I don't know.

- I thought the two of you were-

- Happy?

(chuckles) You thought we were happy?

No, man. Fuck that noise.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

She's a good girl and all, but,

she is clingy and needy to no fuckin' end.

I need space, man.

I need to just be me and do me.

You can't box in a marine.

Right?

You know, "Nobody puts baby in the corner." (laughs)

Right, friend?

Right, friend?

Come on, man.

Can't take a joke.

(Adam breathes heavily)

- No.

No.

Stay down.

You just stay down. (high-pitched tone rings)

Stay down.

(Adam breathes heavily) (muffled jaunty music)

(Adam grunts)

Be cool.

You be cool. You just stay down.

(Adam breathes heavily)

Wasn't watching where I was going.

- It's your birthday?

- Yeah.

- [Stranger] How's it going so far?

- Not good. (stranger chuckles)

- Well, don't worry about it.

If it's bad now, it'll be good later. If it's good...

Well, you get the point. Nothing lasts forever.

Happy birthday.

Hope it gets better for ya.

(dark music)

- Thanks.

Hey!

What's your name?

- Michael.

- My name's Adam!

- I know.

(dark music continues)

(distant chatter) (registers bleep)

(engines rev)

(brooding music)

(brooding music continues)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

- Who was that?

- Just people from work.

(brooding music continues)

- Hello, babe? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm down the block.

Shit.

Michael?

(brooding music continues)

I'm guessing you know.

You fucked up.

I fucked up.

I did.

I love you like a brother, man.

I just fucked up.

(Michael grunts)

I love you, dude. You know?

Mike!

- My god. Was that Michael?

- Yeah.

- What was that? What the fuck is he on?

- Pain, Sharon.

- From what? What happened?

(Jerry sighs)

(knocks on door)

- Hold on a sec.

(suspenseful music)

(door closes)

(knocks on door)

(Jerry sighs)

(door creaks)

(suspenseful music continues)

- I am calling the cops. - No, just hold on a sec.

Mike?

(traffic hums) (suspenseful music continues)

(door creaks) (suspenseful music continues)

Yeah, I don't know where that was.

(muffled water splashes)

Sharon?

(suspenseful music continues)

Sharon?

(water splashes)

(door slams) (Jerry yelps)

That shit isn't funny, Sharon!

I'm serious.

(door creaks)

(Jerry sighs)

You scared the shit outta me. (ominous music)

Sharon?

(Sharon chokes)

Oh, my god!

(dramatic music)

(Jerry groans)

- What did you do to my friend?

What did you do to him?

What did you do to him, huh?

Why is he so mad at you?

What did you do?

(Jerry groans) (Adam grunts)

(Adam breathes heavily)

(Adam breathes heavily)

(Adam breathes heavily)

(dark piano music)

(suspenseful music)

(Jerry moans)

(Jerry moans)

(Jerry grunts)

(Jerry moans)

(Jerry breathes heavily)

(Jerry grunts)

(Jerry breathes heavily)

(Jerry grunts)

(Jerry breathes heavily)

(Jerry grunts)

(Jerry grunts) (glue squelches)

(Jerry grunts)

(Jerry grunts) (flesh cracks)

(Jerry breathes heavily)

(Jerry moans)

(door creaks)

(Jerry moans)

(bag unzips)

- Ah!

(Jerry moans)

(Jerry moans)

(eerie music)

- You're not having a very good day, are you?

(saw shimmers)

(Jerry moans)

Good news is, it'll be the last one that you ever have.

(Jerry moans)

Keep talking.

(Jerry moans) Don't bother.

(Jerry moans)

I like that you're awake.

It means you understand what's about to happen.

It means you understand what you've done wrong.

That you understand

that this

is the only way to make things right with Michael.

(Jerry moans)

(saw hacks)

(saw hacks)

(downbeat electronic music)

♪ You say you wanna talk, I can see it in your eyes ♪

♪ The clouds are building up and darkening your skies ♪

♪ I don't know what to say ♪

♪ I don't know what to do right now ♪

(door closes)

(lock clacks)

- Michael, I...

- I've been asked

to eat a lot of shit

in my day.

Shovels of it.

But never this much.

And never

by you.

All that shit you did in the past?

I gotta get over it, 'cause it's in the past, but,

everything you do with me, I gotta accept,

because of that whole "for better or for worse" thing.

But...

I never thought you'd do that.

Not to me.

- Mike. - I know you're sorry.

I know Jerry's sorry.

But it doesn't change the fact you fucked my best man.

My best friend.

You hurt me, Janice. Beyond what you know.

- Michael, please. - Beyond.

But on the other hand,

I signed up for this shit.

I...

And all this shit, I, I paid for.

Paid it in full.

Because

I loved you.

- I'm sorry.

- Because...

And God help me...

I still love you.

And I want to say

"but I don't know why",

but I do.

I know...

I know why I love you.

I know why I married you.

I wish I didn't.

But I do.

- (pants) Michael.

- I'm here.

Right now,

I just wanna fucking punch you in the face.

But now, I...

I wanna to kiss you,

and make it all better.

And...

I wanna hurt you,

the way you hurt me.

And now...

I wanna hold you,

and tell you that it gets better.

(Janice sobs)

- Michael.

- I don't wanna hear it.

- I'm pregnant.

We're...

We're pregnant.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(Janice mumbles)

- Baby.

(Janice sobs)

(Janice sobs)

(Janice sobs)

(distant chatter)

- Bingo.

(knocks on door)

- Hello.

- [Michael] Hang on. Who is it?

- [Adam] That's actually who I'm here to see.

Michael?

Tell him it's Adam.

- [Janice] It's Adam?

- Who? (eerie music)

Hey, buddy. What's up?

- It's me. Adam.

Adam Kraul, from before?

- [Michael] When?

- The birthday guy?

Not going so hot, and it'll get better.

- Oh, yeah. Hey, man.

It was Adam.

You live in the building, too?

- No.

No.

- Um... (Adam chuckles)

Uh... (chuckles)

So, uh, how do you get in here? Did you follow me home?

- No.

No.

That would be totally weird.

Uh...

Your address was on the receipt.

You really should be more careful

about what paper you throw away.

People can find it, get your information.

There's a lot of crazies out there in the world.

- You don't say.

- Um... (eerie music continues)

Believe it or not,

you were the only one to remember my birthday.

- I didn't remember your birthday.

- Yeah. See, good friends are hard to come by.

So, I believe when you meet one, you,

you do anything you can for them,

to show 'em how much you appreciate them.

- [Michael] Oh, look, Alex?

- Adam.

- Adam, I...

You don't need to do anything to show me

that you appreciate me.

- But I already got you a gift.

- Uh, I can't take that.

- (chuckles) Oh, don't be silly. You have to.

Come on, open it!

(eerie music continues)

I saw how much struggle you were having,

doing it yourself, so...

(Michael and Janice scream)

(dark music)

- We shouldn't be here, Kelsey.

We should get back in the car, we should get

the hell outta here before the captain or IA find out.

- I just wanna take a little looksie.

- Kelsey.

Shit.

(dark music continues)

- [Maury] Then what happened?

- Then I, uh,

opened the bag.

And there was Jerry.

- [Maury] Why would he target your friend?

- I don't know.

- He, he, he said you needed help with something.

He said...

(Janice mumbles)

- Anything you could remember

could really help us catch this guy.

- I'm at a loss.

I got nothin'.

(knocks on door)

- White flag!

Waving it.

Official police duty and all.

- Get the fuck out of my house.

- Well, it's an apartment, actually.

- No!

- I'm just finishing up here, Kelsey.

Just let me do this and I'll fill you in later, okay?

- Sure thing.

I'll just wait outside.

- She's not feeling herself today.

- [Maury] I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Parsons.

- With all this heat coming down on you,

you have time for this shit?

You are up for gunning down this girl's father.

The IA is gonna nail your lopsided ass

to an upside-down cross.

- My ass ain't lopsided.

- [Maury] Holes are getting hairier and bigger by the day.

- Jealous?

- [Maury] Kinda.

- I'm going for a walk.

- Walk. What the fuck are you waiting on?

I think he's the one on the rag.

- He's not wrong.

With this Internal Affairs investigation, you should stay

as far away from that girl as humanly possible.

- I saw the call. I thought something happened to her.

- Thought or hoped?

- Well, let's just say if something did happen to her,

I wouldn't be sad.

- You'd be the first person they look at.

- Tell me what's up with this.

- This dude kills the husband's best friend,

chops off his head,

sticks in the box,

and delivers it, gift wrapped.

- Shut the front fucking door.

You get a description?

- Better. Name.

Adam Kraul.

- "Kraul"?

- Yeah.

You know him?

- No. I've never heard the name before today.

I've just heard it twice. That's all.

I gotta check on something.

- It's gonna be while before things,

the dust settles on this one, Kelsey,

unless something drastic happens.

- I know.

- Well, you can't do time.

I can do a lot of things, Bovine.

Gladys. Tell me something good.

- I don't think so.

(Adam breathes heavily)

- I did it. I did it for him.

It's not the same thing.

Okay.

(Adam breathes heavily)

I did it for him.

It's not the same thing.

Sure.

Well, just tell me one thing.

Did it feel good?

No.

No.

No, it didn't. (Adam laughs)

(Adam laughs)

No!

No!

(Adam grunts)

- It's fine.

Go back inside.

- I'm Detective Andrews. - I know who you are.

- We don't know who you are.

We know you're not Mr. Kraul.

Neither of them.

Because Hank Kraul died in 1997.

Car accident.

And Adam Kraul?

Well, he died in combat. Afghanistan, 2004.

Yet, every year, Mrs. Kraul receives a phone call

from someone saying he's her son.

- Listen, lady. - Detective.

- Detective.

You better walk away while you have legs to carry you.

This is a military investigation.

- Military?

A woman receives yearly

threatening phone calls from her dead son?

I'd say that's a god damn paranormal investigation!

At least, until said dead son

cuts the head off somebody in my city with a fucking hacksaw

and hand delivers it gift-wrapped to someone.

You see, then it becomes an LAPD investigation.

Yeah.

Adam Kraul didn't die out there in Afghanistan, did he?

You're protecting him. Why?

- Protecting him?

(Matty laughs)

Oh, that's nice. (laughs)

- Now he's just being dick. - Yeah, fuck him.

- Yeah.

- Hi, ma'am. You remember us, don't you?

We was just hoping to have a quick word with you.

(Harry chuckles) - No disrespect meant.

- [Harry] Oh, none taken. I get far worse than that.

- [Maureen] War does things to people.

- [Harry] Yes, it does.

- They were thinking it was PTSD,

but with the exception of his recent behavior,

he's been mostly harmless, the last few years.

Mostly.

- Define "mostly harmless" for me.

- Just kind of checking in on me, from time to time.

Making sure I was okay, since my son's passing.

I thought it was sweet of him.

A little odd, but sweet.

But then he...

- It's okay.

Take your time.

- Then he started behaving strangely.

Mother's Day flowers, okay.

But with cards from Adam, my son.

Postcards from trips and vacations, signed from Adam.

And then the phone calls on Adam's birthday,

pretending to be my son.

- And this is him in the photo?

- Yes.

He seemed like such a good boy in the beginning.

I really didn't want to get him in any kind of trouble.

That's why I called Corporal Graves.

- Was that Sourpuss? The guy that just left?

- Graves has been around since my son's passing.

He became a really good friend of the family. Me and Amanda.

- Amanda?

- [Maureen] My son's fiance.

Ex-fiance.

- Yeah.

- Has she received any calls or contact from him at all?

- Not that she's told me,

but I really haven't talked to her in years.

We're both constant reminders to each other, you know?

- Would she have spoken to therapist about it, if so?

If she had.

- Graves?

I don't know.

If she did, it would be for the same reason.

To have someone try to talk some sense into him.

- Sense? He just cut-

- He is a very troubled boy.

And unfortunately, he needs more than a talking to,

Mrs. Kraul, he needs help.

We can give that to him.

Do you have a name, address or a telephone number

that can help us get that to him?

- I might have something. Excuse me for just a moment.

- What?

- Bull, China shop, dictionary. Your face!

Can you dial it back down just a scooch for me, rockstar?

You might need to lay off from the nose candy.

(Harry clears throat)

- Private Donald Lee Sims.

This is his last known address.

Corporal Graves wasn't able to come up with anything,

but hopefully you can.

Do you really think you can help him?

- Yes, Harry, can we?

- Yes.

Yes, we can.

- You are so going to hell for that lie.

What're you doing? - Calling Bovine.

- Why?

- 'Cause it's his calling now.

Murder trumps harassment and threatening phone calls, Kels.

(Harry sighs)

We've reached a fork in the road.

Smart path. Dumb path.

Take the path less traveled.

Just another dick in my ass.

♪ These silent waters ♪

♪ Hide the truth ♪

♪ Upon the altar ♪

♪ I'm in bloom ♪

♪ Open the curtain ♪

♪ Pull me through ♪

♪ I'll give you holy ♪

♪ Winter fruit ♪

(lights buzz and crackle)

- He'll understand.

He'll understand.

He'll know that what I did was for him.

He doesn't care about you!

No.

He's a good person.

He's just in pain.

She deserves to die!

No.

I can't kill him.

Let mean handle it. (ominous music)

Okay.

Okay.

(water splashes)

(ominous music continues)

(door creaks)

(muffled water splashes) (ominous music continues)

- I see.

About that misunderstanding earlier.

- Get away from me.

- Don't be crazy, Michael.

How else are we supposed to become good friends?

Are you saying you don't want to be my friend?

- Janice!

(crowbar thuds)

(water splashes)

- Michael?

(crowbar thuds repeatedly)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Janice breathes shakily)

(Janice breathes shakily)

(door creaks)

(Janice pants)

(Janice whimpers)

(ominous music)

Please. I'm pregnant.

- I just wanted to be friends.

(Janice whimpers)

(crowbar thuds) (intense music)

(crowbar thuds repeatedly) (Donald grunts wildly)

- (sobs) Please.

Please stop.

Please stop. I'm already dead!

(Donald breathes heavily)

- You just wish you were.

(Janice screams) (crowbar thuds)

(Janice screams) (crowbar thuds)

(peaceful acapella music)

(Janice sobs)

♪ Change is coming for us all ♪

♪ A change is coming ♪

♪ You can will it in the right direction ♪

♪ And you can ask it not to call ♪

♪ But change is coming, coming ♪

(peaceful acapella music continues)

♪ The night, it is coming, coming ♪

♪ Oh, don't be frightened ♪

♪ You can stay up late and not close your eyes ♪

♪ But that don't stop the sunrise ♪

♪ The night, it is ♪

♪ Night is ♪

♪ The night, it is ♪

♪ Night is ♪

(peaceful acapella music continues)

(phone vibrates)

- What?

What?

(Donald groans)

(aggressive electronic music)

(Donald chuckles)

♪ I'm so fucking cute, bitch ♪

♪ I'm so fucking cute ♪

♪ Attitude abusive ♪

♪ But I'm so fucking cute ♪

♪ Kawaii cutie on the beat, cooking up the heat ♪

♪ O-M-G, booty like Kylie but shawty Taiwanese ♪

♪ Did you see her on the magazine ♪

In Times Square on the screens just like Ri'

♪ Fenty on my cheeks, savage on his D ♪

♪ In the gym, sweat D-R-I-P, practicing Tai Chi ♪

♪ Keep it chill, mental L-I-T, keep an ill psyche ♪

♪ Hotter than wasabi ♪

♪ Too spicy ♪

♪ Drop a P-I-C ♪

♪ Now I'm trending on I-G ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I'm so fucking cute, bitch ♪

♪ I'm so fucking cute ♪

♪ Attitude abusive ♪

- Back in your car. - They're dead?

Both of 'em? Her?

What the fuck are you looking at?

- You!

Do you not think this looks a little suspicious?

The only witness to the Internal Affairs investigation

against you, dead the night after you come visit?

- (sighs) Come on, Harry. You don't think...

Fuck you, man.

You know me.

- I know what I know, Detective Andrews.

(Kelsey scoffs)

- It's "Detective Andrews" now?

You know... Kelsey!

Come on.

Walk with me.

(dogs bark)

- [Kelsey] Gimme the skinny.

- D-E-A-D.

Bludgeoned and stabbed to death. Both of them.

- Bludgeon and beaten? The last guy and chick, they-

- Throats slit. Decapitation.

I know it's not uniform, but look, on a side note,

there's something I've gotta show you,

but you've gotta keep an open mind.

- What? - Open mind?

- Sure. Always.

Where did you get this?

- Do you really wanna know?

Or do you wanna do something about it?

- You know me.

- I'm the only one that does.

(bottle sprays)

(bottle sprays)

(bottle sprays)

- Hello.

Um, I believe the proper response is "Hi." (chuckles)

- Hi.

Hello.

I'm Adam.

I live across the way.

- Yeah. I know.

- I don't believe we've ever actually spoken.

- [Neighbor] No, I don't think we have.

- Well, damn it, we're doing it now.

(neighbor chuckles)

Um...

I don't believe that you ever properly welcomed me

to the building.

- Um, no. I don't think I did.

- What do you say you make it up to me?

Let me take you out for a cup of coffee.

- "Adam", was it?

- Yeah.

- I don't drink coffee.

- Oh.

Happy hour?

- I don't drink alcohol, either.

- Well...

Okay.

I get that.

Still, I'm glad we got to talk.

Finally.

- Frozen yogurt.

- What's that?

(neighbor chuckles)

- Frozen yogurt.

You can take me out for frozen yogurt.

- Done.

Done deal.

Listen, I gotta run out to an appointment

right now for work, but uh, how about today?

What do you say afterwards? Why wait, right?

- Sure. - Okay, I'll see you then.

- Well, well, aren't you gonna ask my name?

- No.

Tell me later.

I've been waiting so long to hear it,

the anticipation is colossal.

I wanna make sure I'm sitting down.

(neighbor chuckles)

(door closes) (snaps fingers)

And that, my friend, is how it's done!

(Donald grunts)

- Kelsey.

- You know I only say what I say

with your best interest in mind?

- Yeah.

- So what was that all about?

- (sighs) Sure it was investigation.

- Good stuff, huh? - Fucking epic.

Come on. Let's ride.

- Where are we going? - Perp's job.

- What, he's just given us his calling?

- You comin' with, or you got someplace better to be?

- Drove my car.

- Oh, waste your gas, if you want, or ride with me.

I really don't fucking care.

- How about you ride with me? - Even better.

(car starts)

- Where are they going? - Following a lead.

Oh, she's in a bad place, but she isn't bad.

(Carli sighs)

As a matter of fact, you remind me a lot of her.

- Oh, fuck you.

- See? Right there. (phone vibrates)

(phone vibrates)

Bovine.

Who?

Kelsey?

Yeah. She's right here.

It's the lead on the perp of these double homicides.

But he'll only speak with Kelsey.

- No.

No, I don't wanna be held responsible if this guy walks.

- Come on.

- Maury.

Yeah, what? This is Detective Andrews.

Yeah. Wherever you want.

Okay.

10 o'clock?

Okay.

(Carli sighs)

- No. This is for you, Carli.

- Bovine. (Maury scoffs)

- Listen up.

You've always wanted to take the lead on something big.

This is it.

They're not gonna let Kelsey or Grimes

within 10 miles of this place.

Not after that fuck all.

- This guy's met Kelsey. Okay?

There's no Jedi mind trick on this plane of existence

that's gonna make him think I'm her!

- You'll figure it out.

- Figure what out?

Seriously?

You just fucked me!

- Yeah?

- It's Adam.

Adam K with Persephone Insurance?

- I remember. I'm not brain damaged.

- Would you say that I did a good thing for you,

with your claim, regarding your accident?

- Yes.

- Something a good friend might do?

I wanna be your friend, Mrs. Collins.

To tell you all the things that you need to hear.

Whether you want to hear them or not.

- Well, you can start by calling me Vanessa.

Come on in.

(Kelsey sighs)

- So, this Donnie Lee Sims gets a job

at Persephone Insurance under the alias Adam Kraul,

and no one catches on?

How?

- Good fake ID, good social.

People in the city could pass for whatever they want.

- No, I was thinking about how you said

you could give a call to Mau Lin.

Have a word with her. Maybe take some of this heat off me.

- Yeah. I could.

- [Harry] How about your Philip Parsons thing, huh?

You putting a bullet in him. Been thinking about that, too.

- [Kelsey] Yeah?

- [Harry] Yeah.

So, Parsons was a pretty good mid-level coke dealer.

Everyone wants to say you were dirty, you know?

You were on the take.

Why don't you just label him your CI?

You know, play that angle for a while.

That explains the photographic link. Money changing hands.

Everything.

- Not about it.

Doesn't work.

- [Harry] Why is that?

- Pull over up here.

- What, this building? This isn't an insurance company.

- Turn off on the right. You'll see.

(indicators click)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Turn left to what?

- Where's this insurance company? We're in fucking nowhere.

(gun cocks)

- Put your gun on the seat.

(distant dog barks)

Your draw piece?

Put your fuckin' draw piece on the seat!

(Harry grunts)

(distant dog barks)

Now get out of the car.

- (sighs) Kelsey, you've lost it.

You have finally lost it.

Look. I don't know what you think right now-

- Shh. - Hey, hey!

(distant dog barks)

(button clicks)

They had me dead to rights, Kels.

(distant dog barks)

They had me and the murder weapon

at the crime scene in Chinatown.

I got a little girl.

They're talking about me doing 10 years, Kels.

I'm not giving them anything they don't already know.

- They just needed the proof.

You were gonna give it to them.

So, it's all true? Everything in the file?

You and Captain working with IA?

- Kels, you've gunned down an unarmed man in cold blood.

You're gonna walk... "Man"?

Parsons?

He was a drug dealer and far from unarmed.

- Yeah. How's that?

'Cause he wouldn't kick back to you anymore?

Wouldn't pay your high price for freedom?

Well, guess what? You got undercut, sister.

And you know who did that?

It's your little Hitchcock-looking friend over there.

- Oh, fuck you.

- No, you're the one that's fucked!

(phone vibrates)

- Yeah.

First turn off on the right. - Who's that?

(tires screech)

(car doors slam)

(car door opens) (suspenseful music)

(car door slams)

(ominous music)

I could be a friend to you.

Just let me take you in peacefully.

Kels, I could be your friend!

Look, I'm begging you. Just, Kels, don't do this.

- It's "Detective Andrews".

- Do you like this tie?

I always liked this tie.

It was my good luck tie.

(distant dog barks) (ominous music continues)

- I ask you for this piece of shit, months ago.

And you told me to fuck off.

Why the change of heart?

- If I had a heart, I'd tell you.

- [Mau] Do you know what we are going to do to him?

- I don't care.

- He killed one of my men,

and put the grip in my boss's home.

It ain't gonna be fast or painless.

- Again, I don't care.

- [Mau] Heard you're going to the lowest bidder.

- You heard right.

- We'll sit till next week.

Hopefully, we (mumbles).

- Hopefully.

(birds chirp) (traffic hums)

- Hey! Graves?

- Stay away from me, whoever you are.

- (chuckles) What's the problem?

It's me. Detective Andrews.

- I've met Detective Andrews. You're not her.

- Shit.

Look, if you don't give me what you have,

I'm gonna look like a dick, in front of my entire department

and people are gonna die.

- Where's Kelsey Andrews?

- She's off the case.

Unofficially.

- "Officially"?

- She's just off.

God, please. I just wanna catch the guy.

Will you just help me?

(Carli sighs)

- Corporal Graves.

- I know.

Detective Carli Mansfield.

- You know, Kelsey accused me of protecting him.

- Yeah, well, she's wrong about a lot of things.

- She was right this time.

At least partially.

These men's blood are on my hands,

and it's time I washed it off.

Even if the military won't.

It's the shadow program.

Adam, the real Adam Kraul and I,

were developing a program for the Marine Corps

to make our troops more effective and efficient.

- For what?

Oh.

- We tested each soldier's eval with the utmost scrutiny.

Examination is stringent,

beyond all measures of military protocol.

But it wasn't until the failed mission in Afghanistan

that we began to question one of those evals.

- Private Donnie Lee Sims?

- We believe we'd cornered Abasu Domala,

a leader of a terrorist cell responsible for base bombing,

the day before.

When an IED goes off, five feet from Simms' platoon.

Splits his skull, right in half.

Now, how he survived, only he the devil knows.

When the medevac shows up,

they only found three survivors of the 1219.

Lieutenant Adam Kraul and eight others were killed.

- The court said there were rounds

of M16s in all the bodies.

Even the survivors.

- Not M16s.

One M16.

- [Carli] He killed his team?

Why?

- To do what he's apparently done many times before.

Become the person he admires most.

To say Simms developed an unhealthy fixation on Adam,

it's an understatement.

Fingerprints have confirmed

that he's used four other identities over the years.

All missing persons cases from throughout North America.

- How did you track him? We can't find squat.

- He uses FEINs.

- Federal Employment Identification Numbers?

All just to what? Just to be someone else?

- Not just to be someone else.

There's a beast inside him, Carli,

but it's seeking salvation, desperately.

Now he thinks he can find it as Adam,

with Mrs. Kraul and Amanda.

If he hasn't reached out to her already, he will soon.

And if I know him the way I think I do,

he's been close to her, this entire time.

- Did it work?

- Like a charm.

AI will be chasing Harry's ass for the next 48 to 72 hours.

- Do you think you'll find him?

- Pieces of him.

Let me guess. No address on Adam Kraul.

- Donnie Lee Sims, neither.

Persephone Insurance Company has him listed

as an independent contractor.

I checked his social. He has an FEIN number.

- Federal Employee Identification Number?

- Uh-huh.

- Flick my bean and call me Commie.

Using a company name for everything.

How did the Marines not catch this?

- 'Cause nobody spoon fed it to them. Two addresses.

Do you think they'll let you see this one through?

- 48 to 72 Hours, Bovine.

48 to 72. Let's ride.

- God damn it. Let's ride.

- Mr. Kraul, are you home?

(knocks on door)

LAPD.

Detectives Bovine and Andrews.

- Going in.

- Right behind you.

What?

- Look.

- You've gotta be shitting me.

- What? Do you know her?

(knocks on door)

- Detectives Andrews and Bovine.

- How'd you do? - Is your name Amanda?

- Yeah.

- All right, we're coming in.

- Honey, I'm home

And feeling like every fuckin' ounce of life

is being strangled outta me.

V!

(Mack sighs)

(gasps) Fucking Jesus!

- Not quite.

(Mack chuckles)

- You startled me.

You're Adam, right?

- That's right.

- Where's Vanessa?

- In her skin.

When she jumps out, you jump in.

(Mack chuckles) (eerie music)

- What happened to your accent? You didn't have one before.

- No, I did not.

That's very perceptive.

- Where is my wife, Adam?

Is she in there?

You're being weird.

- Ah, no.

Evasive.

I'm being evasive, Mack.

There's a difference.

- Vanessa!

Vanessa!

(eerie music continues)

Did you hurt my wife?

Did you kill her, Adam?

- Are we friends?

(Mack chuckles)

- I don't know.

That depends on how you answer that question.

- Constant use does not wear thin the fabric of friendship.

Or so they say.

Let's find out.

(eerie music continues)

- I can feel you staring.

- Good.

- What is it?

- Who was Parsons kicking up to,

before what happened to him?

- Why? - I wanna know.

- What for?

- Quit stalling.

(Maury chuckles)

- What am I supposed to say? I'm supposed to say it was me?

Let me guess.

It was Harry who told you it was me.

Did you hold a gun into his face when you asked him?

Did he shit himself, like a little newborn baby?

(Maury laughs)

Jesus Christ, Kelsey.

Wise up, girl.

I'm the only friend you've got.

And you won't have that much longer,

if you keep on going like this.

You're like a daughter to me.

I remember you, fresh outta the academy.

And wet behind the ears.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.

Nothing I haven't done.

Now, if that's not enough to make you trust me,

then I don't know what is.

That's all I gotta say.

You gotta do what you gotta do.

But you're gonna sit there, doing nothing.

Why don't you grow a pair and get back on the fucking clock?

- "Grow a pair"?

Me?

Those fuckin' hairy-ass raisins you're packin',

and you're talking about me?

- "Raisins"?

- Yeppers.

(suspenseful music)

(door slams)

(elevator hums)

(elevator doors open)

(door closes)

(Donald breathes heavily)

(ominous music)

(car approaches)

(door slides closed)

(Amanda yelps)

(phone keypad bleeps)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(phone bleeps)

- Buckle up.

(gun cocks)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Clear.

- Moving.

- [Kelsey] She's here.

She's breathing.

Where is he?

Hey! Where is he? - I don't know.

- [Kelsey] Where did he go?

- Got him!

- [Kelsey] Wait for backup!

- When have we ever done that?

Get her outta here.

- Bovine? - I've got this!

- Damn it. Up.

(Amanda groans)

(suspenseful music continues) (Amanda breathes heavily)

- It's empty.

- What?

- Can you hear me?

(knife plunges)

(Kelsey screams)

- No!

(Amanda pants)

- Oh, God. Please don't leave me!

- Just hold up in here.

Lock the door. Keep your back to the wall.

You'll be all right.

- No! (Kelsey screams)

(gun fires)

(Kelsey groans) - Help me!

Help me!

Somebody!

Help!

Please!

Please help me! Come on!

Somebody!

Help me!

- Amanda!

(Amanda yelps)

(Amanda pants)

(Maury groans)

(Maury groans)

(Maury groans)

(brooding music)

(Maury groans)

(Maury moans)

(gun fires)

(Kelsey sighs)

- Amanda?

It's Adam.

It's okay. You can come out now.

(Donald breathes deeply)

So sorry that I lied to you.

You know, I didn't even know your name.

You know, I dreamt about you.

I dreamt about you, every night,

since I left for Afghanistan.

Should've never left you.

Amanda, please come out.

You're all that separates me from complete darkness.

I came back for you.

I risked life and death,

because I love you, Amanda.

You are what's gonna make me a good man.

(dark piano music)

And that's all I've ever wanted to be!

God.

(Donald sighs)

You have no idea what goes on in this head of mine.

The thoughts that I have.

Every single day.

All the death.

And the blood.

And the killing.

And...

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

I just want it to stop!

But I need your help, Amanda.

I need you to save me.

Please.

(suspenseful music continues)

You don't want to help me?

Fine.

(door creaks)

(suspenseful music continues)

What do I spy with my little eye?

- You had a good headstart.

Why didn't you just make a run for it?

- [Donald] I'm not much of a runner.

Or a coward.

Besides.

I can't leave without her.

She's my salvation.

- She's how you're gonna end up

with a bullet and you're receding hairline, motherfucker!

- [Donald] Do you think you can save her?

You can't even save yourself.

- This ain't about saving nobody.

This

is good old-fashioned revenge.

Besides.

I'm not worth saving, anyhow. So, no loss there.

(Donald laughs)

- [Donald] Self-deprecation.

- Nope.

It's just the way it is.

I'm under investigation for murder, myself.

- [Donald] Are you innocent?

- [Kelsey] As much as you.

Who knows?

Maybe we'll get to share some current

and save the state some money.

- [Donald] Well, that would be nice.

But you of all people should know

that they don't electrocute anybody anymore.

It's all about the lethal injection.

One little prick, then you fall fast asleep forever.

It's not so bad.

- [Kelsey] Sounds like it.

You still there?

- [Donald] Behind you.

(Amanda gasps)

- Let her go, Adam.

- I wish I could, Kelsey.

But she's all that stands in between me and total darkness.

You don't know what that's like!

Let her go, and I'll wing you.

You'll get a couple stitches, a rainbow bright bandaid.

You don't?

Put a hollow point in your eye.

- You wouldn't be the first person to try.

I'm god damn bulletproof.

- (whimpers) Adam.

Adam? (pants)

Please. Please, stop.

Please.

- Oh, my God.

(muffled jaunty music)

(gun fires) (Amanda yelps)

- You okay?

- Of course not.

Is he dead?

(gun fires)

- He is now.

Come on.

♪ By the window, that is where I'll be ♪

♪ Come tiptoe through the tulips with me ♪

- What are you doing?

- Trying to get this fucking thing in the holster.

- Let me help you.

- It's fine.

(Amanda yelps) (dramatic music)

(Amanda gasps)

- I'll be back with you in a second.

Hey, Kelsey.

(fist thuds)

(Kelsey gasps) (Donald breathes heavily)

See, Kelsey?

I told you.

I'm bulletproof.

(Kelsey groans)

(fist thuds)

I'm gonna set that beast in you free!

(Kelsey groans)

(weapon plunges) (Kelsey yelps)

Where's that beast inside you?

Hm?

Where is it?

Give it to me!

Where is it?

What? What was that? (Kelsey pants)

Huh? Huh?

Huh? (Kelsey gasps)

- Get fucked!

- There it is.

There's that beast!

You're gonna remember this

as the first day of the rest of your life.

It will echo into eternity, my friend.

- Let's go, fucker!

(gun fires)

(high-pitched tone rings)

- You said there's only darkness without me.

Well, say hello to the night.

(gun fires)

(Amanda groans and pants)

(both groan)

You okay?

- He hits like a bitch.

(Amanda chuckles)

You?

- No.

I got poked.

- Where I come from, that's a good thing.

(Amanda chuckles)

(Amanda mumbles)

(door motor clicks)

(ominous music)

Fuck that.

- What the fuck?

(Kelsey screams)

(jaunty music)

♪ Shades of night are creeping ♪

♪ Willow trees are weeping ♪

♪ Old folks and babies ♪

♪ Are sleeping ♪

♪ Silver stars are gleaming ♪

♪ All alone I'm scheming ♪

♪ Scheming to get you ♪

♪ Out here, my dear ♪

♪ Come tip toe through the window ♪

♪ By the window, that is where I'll be ♪

♪ Come Tiptoe through the tulips with me ♪

♪ Tiptoe from your pillow ♪

♪ To the shadow of a willow tree ♪

♪ And tiptoe through the tulips with me ♪