Original subtitles

I am angry today, so very angry.

Eddie Rivera was a strong young man, but not strong enough to stave off the evil

which led to his ultimate demise.

How this fatal evil crept into Eddie's brief life, I do not know.

He was bright, earnest, capable, caring.

His beautiful girlfriend, seated right here, can attest to that.

Recently, Eric confided in me that he intended to ask Mallory to marry him.

I could not have been happier.

She was a very...

Positive presence in a life that seemed on the one hand destined for good things

and on the other hand seemed destined for exactly what occurred.

There are consequences, people, for every decision you make.

Yes, it's true.

Eddie, did not have the kind of parental leadership that can influence a child

to take the proper path.

But many people don't, and many of these people succeed mightily. Eddie

had other fine people in his life who

offered him guidance to stay on the straight and narrow path of

But our young Eduardo always had a tendency towards the

wildlife, the unbound life. Well, as much as I

love this young man, I cannot say he didn't get exactly what he went

searching for.

I don't know if he deserved

This kind of an ending.

But when one makes the kind of life choices Eddie made, you cannot be

surprised at the outcome.

Mallory, would you like to say a few words?

I loved you so much.

I worried about you so much when we weren't together, but I never

thought.

Never thought.

Let's go sit down, baby.

At this point, we would like to ask if any of Eddie's friends would have any

words to say to come forward.

I'm going to sit while you two talk.

What the fuck is that around your neck, Sergeant?

Oh, this old pleading?

Seems I'm finally being appreciated for my contribution to law enforcement.

It's Detective Sergeant, not Lieutenant.

Promotion? You?

I thought you were a man of the streets.

How's your cholo army going to recognize you without your LAPD blues?

I had an epiphany, Migs.

I decided that you are my new role model.

You found a way to make your job much more profitable than your pay grade.

You never did tell me exactly what that valuable asset was.

The one in that house where all the shit went down? Where that guy got shot?

What house?

I haven't a clue about any house.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Be that way.

But we both know that Eddie was at that place.

And now this.

Poor kid is dead.

Ashes in a box.

Yes, the poor kid is dead.

Really think it's smart that she appears as memorial servant?

What are you really doing here, Sergeant?

Have you ever read one of those murder mysteries, Lieutenant?

It's a common trope. Sometimes the killer shows up at an event just like

Am I right?

You don't really believe that, do you?

I'm here to catch the gal, Captain Eddie.

We both know who the killer is.

Agreed.

Anything? No, nothing. Just chatter.

That's some sad shit.

He was a young guy.

Yeah.

Too young.

They always are.

Am I overstepping if I ask why you decided to join me on this takeout?

I'm guessing this hasn't been SOP for you in years, Captain.

You're a bright girl, Detective.

I'm guessing you already know the answer.

I was afraid of that.

So you thought this would be the time and place for that discussion?

haven't been alone together in one place in a while?

That's the academy, Tracy.

Oh, so it's Tracy now.

It was a big misunderstanding.

I admit it's misunderstanding.

You knew exactly what you were doing. I swear I didn't.

Come on.

I couldn't have been the first girl you kissed.

Not the way you kissed me.

I never said you were.

No.

You said I'd be your last.

Because you were going to marry Calvin.

You fucked with me because you knew how I felt about you.

It wasn't premeditated, Tracy.

I really cared about you.

Well, if you cared about me, how could you toss me aside and marry Captain

Horowitz? Don't answer.

I already know what you're going to say.

Yes, I was ambitious.

We've already been through this.

Ambitious enough to let something potentially amazing just get tossed

How cold are you exactly?

How could you marry him? Do you even like men?

Yes.

I like men.

I loved him.

I wasn't make -believe. I fell in love with him and we got married.

Oh, you were toying with me then.

I wasn't toying with you.

Everybody isn't as black and white about these things.

Some of us... Some of us...

We don't know where we are.

We go with what makes sense.

And at that moment, Mary and Kel made sense to me.

So this is an apology.

Okay.

You're absolved.

I'm perfectly capable of being professional.

It's not just an apology.

I mean, it is.

But that's not all that it is. What?

What then?

Come on.

Tracy.

Please don't make me say it.

Not here.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Your marriage goes to hell, and now you're going to tell me that you still

feelings for me? I never stopped thinking about you.

Oh, my God.

You're playing with me again, just like at the academy.

Don't fucking play games with me. I am not a naive little girl anymore.

I am not playing you.

I think my marriage broke up because I never really resolved my feelings for

you.

I could never give myself completely to my husband while I knew you were still

out there.

Fuck you, Gretchen.

Did you forget about Carly?

That's right, I have someone at home now.

Someone I love and who loves me back. Did you think you could just waltz right

back into my life and I would just forget everything?

And you're not even sure you like women.

You're right.

I don't know if I like women. I don't know if I like men, but what I do know

that I love you.

I always have.

The moment we met.

At the time, I was too young and selfish to admit it to myself.

I'm not anymore.

I appreciate what you've

told me, Captain.

But now I do think we need to focus our attention.

On the matter at hand, there's some kind of argument going on between Migs and

Ducimonte. What kind of fucking mind games are you playing, Emilio?

You don't want to get in a chess match with me, amigo.

Oh, so now it's amigo.

What, you're going to get all Tarantino in my ass?

You're a punk bitch, Lieutenant.

I'll sit down at the fucking chessboard any time I want. I own the fucking

chess. Don't do this.

I'll put your ass away forever. You know my... Come on, I say that. What the

fuck are you talking about?

You want to do it? Throw it out.

What do you think you're talking about? Are you two crazy?

There are grieving people here.

I know you deal with this kind of thing all the time.

But have some respect.

Please.

I'm sorry, ma 'am. I'm sorry.

We just frustrated. We haven't caught the killer yet.

Yeah, that's right.

I was just asking Lieutenant Megs here to...

Add some more manpower to put on the case.

Yeah, we're going to assign more detectives. We hope to crack it real

I'm sure everyone here appreciates that.

But maybe you can find a more appropriate place to have this

police station.

Police? What's going on?

Did you find out who killed Eddie?

No, Mal.

They're just talking about next steps in the investigation.

Do you have any leads?

Well, you seem to know a thing or two, ma 'am.

Are you on the job?

I used to be.

Now I'm with the DA's office.

Kimberly Greer, ADA.

And you are?

Detective Sergeant Emilio Bustamante, Deventure Division.

Lieutenant Alexander Niggs, Valley Homicide Robber.

Niggs.

Niggs, why do I know that name?

Maybe Eddie mentioned you to me.

Me? No, no, no.

I'm just here to see if a person of interest showed up. I didn't really know

Eddie.

Didn't really know him?

Or didn't know him at all?

Alex?

Alexander?

I think you and I should say our final goodbye to Eddie and leave these poor

people to their grieving.

Final farewell?

Sounds like you knew him.

What's the problem?

Well, it's just an expression.

You know...

What she meant was, we'll pay our final respects to the decedent, and that's

all.

You did know, Eddie.

I'll think of it.

I think Miss Greer made an excellent point there, Lieutenant.

We'll sort all this stuff out at the station and be in touch.

Please, forgive the interruption.

Did you guys get all that?

Migs is spooked.

Really spooked.

And he has a probable accomplice with him. A woman.

I'll get the video from Ramirez.

Maybe we can end it here.

It's being recorded, Tracy.

You can listen to it later.

And Bustamante has plenty of backup.

In the other units outside the hall. Damn it. I'm trying to run an

investigation. A job you asked me to do that you assigned to me.

We're trying to catch a killer and maybe a kidnapper too. That's still very much

in play.

Please.

Please.

Let me do my job.

Okay?

Now who's the ambitious one?

You turned out to be a great cop, Tracy.

Detective.

I'll catch a ride back with one of the other units.

Have a transcribed report on my desk first thing in the morning.

I'll meet with you and Bustamante after that for next steps.

Fiona? Fiona?

Talk to me, dear.

You're starting to worry me.

Why don't you tell me what's really going on here, Jackie?

Something's not right.

I'm sure.

Those were gunshots I heard the other day.

And why don't I ever see any other patients around here?

What is this place?

You remember, sweetie?

You're part of an experimental treatment for extreme Alzheimer's cases.

I told you that when we got here.

Part of the therapy is isolation. There are other patients, but they're...

Well, isolated.

What therapy?

The doctor hardly speaks to me.

Oh, and he does. He doesn't sound like any doctor I've ever met.

Where is he, anyway?

He's with some of the other patients.

They're in the same program as you.

And the progress they're making... Did you know he went to Johns Hopkins?

That's the best medical school in the world.

He'll be out of here in no time.

No time?

Exactly how long is no time, Jackie?

What does that even mean?

I don't even know how long a day is anymore.

How long have I been away from my family?

My son?

Kevin?

Has it been a week?

A year?

Oh, my God.

Look,

think good thoughts, okay, Fiona?

Be positive.

They call it positivity.

It's part of the program.

I don't have any good thoughts right now, Jackie.

You know what you've never told me?

How you met Kevin.

That'd be a good story.

Tell me how you met Kevin.

I know he loves you.

A lot.

He had just come back from Iraq.

After the war.

The first one.

He came to see me for treatment.

For treatment?

What do you mean, treatment?

I'm a psychologist, Jackie.

I must have told you that.

We're both medical professionals, you and me.

Um, yes.

That's right, of course.

Please continue.

I had just started taking on a few patients assigned from the VA.

Overflow.

Those guys really needed help.

And Kevin walked in.

And Kevin walked in.

To my life.

No. No, I'm not in the army anymore. You can... Kevin is fine.

Thanks so much for coming in today.

So... How long have you been back?

Um, maybe six weeks.

You're having a tough time readjusting?

You might say that.

Well, tell me what's been going on.

What have you been doing?

I can tell you what I haven't been doing.

Sleeping.

Night, Parrot.

It's so real.

So vivid.

At least in the daytime I can sometimes make it stop.

Before they all... Before they all... Well, you get it.

Was it one particular event?

Or a few different engagements?

That's okay, Kevin.

If you don't want to talk about it now, that's fine.

When you're ready, you let me know.

Mind if I ask you about something else?

Uh, yeah, sure.

And if it gets uncomfortable, just ask me to stop.

You were a little older than most of the other recruits.

College educated, good job, married.

Why in the...

I'd like to say that it was because I thought my country needed me.

But actually, I just

needed to get away from it all.

Get away?

From what?

Kevin, what did you have to get away from?

What did your wife think?

You had a baby at home?

What did you have to get away from?

That's just it.

I didn't have anybody at home.

Not anymore.

But...

You were married with the baby. That's all right here.

Kevin, did something happen?

What happened?

Please tell me.

It was a... It was a car

accident. The car ran a red light.

Full speed.

Drunk driver.

And broadsided Janelle's little car.

I should have bought her a bigger car.

The baby was in the back.

In the car seat.

But it didn't matter.

It didn't matter. There was a huge explosion.

A fireball, that's what they said.

Everything was burned beyond recognition.

My wife and my baby girl.

I couldn't protect them.

I couldn't protect them.

And I wanted to be with them.

So I joined

up.

And I went to Iraq.

Hoping I wouldn't come back.

But I did.

I did.

I don't know how I did.

I was in the middle of the shit all the time. There were bodies everywhere.

I wanted to be one of them.

But it never happened.

What do I do now Dr.

Donnelly?

What do I do now?