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Lunch is ready!

Everybody! Lunch!

Lunch! Lunch!
Lunch! Lunch! Lunch!

Would somebody please tell me
what that thing is out there?

It's impossible to play
with all that...

lumber out there
in the middle of the yard.

Well, it's a
skateboard ramp.

Or it's going to be,
whenever he finishes it.

When he finishes it.

What'd I do wrong now?

JOE:
Look, it's simple.

You live in a house
with five other people.

The backyard
is everybody's backyard,

so you can't just
leave your projects

sitting out there
in the middle of the yard.

If you're done with something,

I really don't see
what the big deal is.

-then put it away. -If it's in
your way, you can move it.

-If you're done with something,
-I won't get mad.

Then you still have
to put it away.

-I won't get mad. -Brian,
you're missing the point.

I don't want to put
your things away.

No one else in this family
wants to put your things away.

You're 15.

I shouldn't have to explain
common courtesy to you.

No, no, not salad.

-Anything but salad.
-( coughing )

I don't want
to hear anything

about salad.

Brian?

Are you okay?

( coughs ):
Yeah.

Here, drink that.

No.

( coughs )

You all right?

( gasps ):
No.

Joe.

( choking, coughing )

Try and spit it out.

Cough it up.

( gasping )

Come on, now.

-( crying )
-( gasping, choking )

( crying )

Hey, hey, hey.
You okay?

No. Yeah.

It's nothing.

It's almost spring.

I had a Brian dream.

I guess I was due.

Hey, what are you doing?

Where are you going?

It's not even 6:00 a.m.

I screwed up.
We're all out of coffee.

I was at the market, I had it
on my list and everything.

I don't know what happened.

We're all out.

Okay. We're all out.

We'll drink tea.

We'll drink that
nasty flavored stuff

that my mother
gave us for Christmas.

I'll go get
the coffee.

Hey, where you going?

I'm going to get coffee.

What time did
you get up, Al?

Hmm, 5:00 a.m.?
4:00? 3:00?

What difference does it make?

A while ago.

And I've done nothing except
get myself very upset.

So why don't you
cut me a little slack

and just let me get in the car
and maybe cry a little

where no one
can see me or hear me

and I will come home
with a sack of coffee.

It's been 15 years, Al.

For God's sake, cut yourself
a little bit of slack.

It was nothing.

It was Mother
Nature's way

of saying she
didn't get things

quite right the first
time, that's all.

God, don't give me
a biology lesson.

And to hurry up
and to try again,

which we did.

Just let me get the coffee.

And it worked
out great.

( sighs )

Are you guys not open yet?

Um, manager hasn't
shown up.

She's supposed
to be here

at 5:30 for the
morning rush, but...

I think I have
her cell number.

It's almost 6:30.

( faint ringing )

I hear something.

I wonder why she
isn't answering.

Don't hang up.

I think I hear something inside.

I'm getting her voice mail.

Hang up. Call again.

( faint ringing )

Hang up, call the police.

Watch out, please.

-Help me with this.
-What...

Help me with this.

( alarm blaring )

She must really be
jonesing for that latte.

( phone ringing )

Hello?

ALLISON:
Cancel that APB. I'm fine.

I'm at The Coffee Palace and
have been for the last... hour.

Okay. You're okay.
Good. I'm glad.

It's not what you think.

I got here,
a woman had been assaulted,

so I called the police,
I'm just waiting to hear.

I'm sorry about before.

Huh? What? There's nothing
to be sorry about.

Um, oh, wait. Scratch that.

You didn't
bring home the coffee.

You should be deeply sorry.

Am I taking the girls to school?

Uh, could you?

I don't think
I could leave right now.

No, I figured.

Listen, I got to run.

Cool.

They tell me you're
the one who found the body.

Anything you want
to tell me?

I was just coming
to buy some coffee,

but it's almost 7:30
in the morning,

we got the District Attorney,
someone from the mayor's office.

Is there anything
I should know?

No.

Me?
I'm just showing the flag.

There's been a string of
robberies in the neighborhood

and the local store owners are
up in arms, as you can imagine.

Her?

SCANLON: Victim's name's
Cristin Morehouse.

Age 32.
She's the store manager.

Looks like she died from blunt
force trauma to the head.

The weapon
was most likely

a large, stainless
steel thermos

they found
near the body.

They sell them here.

Any theories on how the
perpetrator gained entry?

We still
don't know,

but there's a couple hundred
missing from the register.

DINOVI:
So is that official?

Are we characterizing this
as a robbery gone bad?

I mean, can I give
that to the press?

Wait a second-- who robs
a store at 6:00 in the morning?

There's no real money

at 6:00
in the morning.

What did he still,
her change?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have...
I just...

God, I would kill for a coffee.

What are you doing?

What have you got in there?

This isn't your
room anymore, Ariel.

It's still my house,

and if you have
something in there,

I have the right to know
what it is.

No, you don't.

Fine, then let's
get dad.

Can you keep a secret?

I don't know-- show me

what's in the closet
and I'll tell you.

( shouts ):
Dad!

( phone ringing )

Hello?

You're home.

You figured that out, huh?

Uh, have you been
in the garage yet?

Come on, man, do your thing.

Time's a-wastin'.

( sighs )

I hate dogs.

( chuckles )

Come on.

Yes, sir. 7:30.

I'll be happy
to go with you.

Good night.

My boss wants me to go
to a memorial service,

tomorrow,
for Cristin Morehouse.

Apparently there's going
to be a lot press there

-and since I'm the one
who found the body... -Hmm.

So you can handle the kids
tomorrow, and the dog?

I left the patio
door open.

Maybe he'll run away.

You did not.

All right, I did not.

But what are we
going to do?

We're gonna make flyers,
see if he belongs to anyone.

Okay, what if he does?
What do we do then?

Bridgette's already
completely attached to him.

I heard her tell Marie that
she wanted to marry him

and have his puppies.

I'm serious.

There's no winning
on this.

Either his owner
comes to claim him

and then I got
to rip the dog

out of our sobbing
daughter's arms,

or he doesn't
come to claim him

and we're stuck with
that mangy mutt

until Marie goes to college

and I can lure him under
the wheels of a passing truck.

God is gonna get you.

All right, forget
the passing truck.

I'll put something
in his food.

It's much more humane.
He won't feel a thing.

( singsongy ):
* You're such a liar. *

You love that dog.

-I do not. I do not.
-I know you do.

All right, so who's gonna
make the flyers, me or you?

I'll do it tomorrow.

Do you think maybe I
should give him a bath?

A little
doggy bath?

Hose him down,
filthy little critter.

Come here.

Oh! What are you doing?

I don't want your
spit on me.

Do you want them
to give you a job?

Well, people don't
hire people

who don't wipe their
mouths after they eat.

You look nice.

Go get 'em, kid.

Thank you.

You're crazy.

What?

Oh, I don't know.

This.

I've just put on this dark suit
too many times,

been driven
to too many memorials,

listened to too many politicians
promise way too often

that whoever it was
didn't die in vain.

That now we're going to do
something different,

now we're gonna
make it safe.

( sighs )

Even made the speech
myself a couple of times.

Sorry.

It's just I know we'll never
get these two hours back.

Still no leads?

One.

Turns out Cristin Morehouse
and her husband

were going through a bad time.

Police were even called
to the apartment twice.

He finally moved out
about month ago.

What are
you saying?

I'm not sure I'm really
saying anything.

Just a really smart
lady asked me yesterday

"Who robs a store at
6:00 in the morning?"

It got me thinking.

Kids or someone
she knew that, uh,

really wasn't interested
in the money at all.

Morning.

It's the new
Deputy Mayor.

Congratulations,
by the way.

Thank you.
I think.

I'll let you know
in an hour or so.

You'll do great.

It's a memorial.

It's not like anyone's
charging admission.

Just tell them that you're going
to catch the bad guys

and make the
streets safe again.

Hit 'em with the
task force thing.

They love the
task force thing.

The Mayor, the District Attorney
and the Chief of Police

are all keenly aware
that robbery

and, yes, even murder,

have become
far too matter-of-fact

in Saguaro Heights.

With that in mind,
the Mayor has authorized

a special task force

charged with addressing
neighborhood crime

in the Saguaro Heights area.

Found the husband.

He's coming in to talk.

And here comes the press.

James.

This is Allison Dubois.

She works
in my office.

You might want
to speak with her.

She's the one who actually
discovered the body.

Excuse me.

Is that true?

Uh... uh-huh.
Yesterday morning.

Uh... I-I couldn't sleep
so I woke up early

and I was looking
for a coffee place.

As someone who works
in the prosecutor's office,

do you think there's any
truth to the charge

by locals that this
area is under-policed?

That some of the
wealthier communities

in the town
get more city protection?

Ma'am, any
reaction to that?

JAMES:
Ma'am?

SCANLON: You're saying you
haven't seen your wife since...

MAN:
A week ago Saturday.

She called and said
there was a problem

with the garbage disposal.

I went over to the house
to fix it.

I mean, it's my house, too.

She's still my wife.

I mean...

she was.

If you don't mind my asking,

What exactly was the trouble
between you and your wife?

So what's your
sense of him?

Excuse me?

-A lot of stuff. -Our guys here,
what do you think?

-Money, in-laws...
-I don't really have a sense.

But mostly it was
the kids thing.

We both wanted kids.

( sighs )

There were problems.

No matter what we did, we
couldn't seem to get pregnant.

SCANLON: Well, that must have
been tough on both of you.

MOREHOUSE:
She blamed herself.

Way before I knew her, she...

I mean...

she had problems with drugs.

But she wouldn't talk
about it...

A place like The Coffee Palace.

They have to have
employee files.

Is there any way I could
get a look at those?

Job applications--

that kind of thing?

I think Lee's already
ahead of you on this.

I saw the files on his desk.

Feel free to have a look
at them when we're done here.

( sighs )

Jessie Andrews.

Wow.

So, I mean, by that point,
I already had his address.

Wait a second, you didn't
actually go there, did you?

How could I not?

I mean, I didn't actually
go up to his door and knock.

But I drove by.

I parked
across the street.

Al, Al, Al.

How could I not?

See where he lives,

see the color
of his house,

what his street looks like,
who his neighbors might be.

Al, it's easy--
you just don't go.

You don't understand.

No, Allison, I do.

I understand completely.

You had a dream
about our unborn child.

And in that dream,
our unborn child

looked a lot like
this kid that you saw

at this memorial service.

And that's it--
that's the whole connection.

Look, Allison...

take a step back.

Get a little perspective.

Joe, he looked
exactly like...

Fine, but that doesn't mean
that he's our son.

That doesn't mean that
he's anything to us,

except a kid in a dream.

Look, you go to this coffee shop

once, maybe twice a month,
right?

Well, isn't it possible
that you saw him there

and that you just
don't remember?

And that you borrowed
his face,

and you put it... you gave it
to the kid in your dream?

( knocking )

BRIDGETTE:
Daddy, Angus is scratching

at the patio door!

Yeah, I'll be
right there, Bridge.

Look, I-I'm sorry.

I... I know that you're going
through something,

and I want to...

I want to say something
to make it...

I don't know,
not hurt so bad.

BRIAN ( crying ):
Mom!

Mom!

Brian!

It's Mrs. Morehouse--
she's dead!

I'm sorry!

-She's just dead!
-What are you talking about?

What happened?

Brian...

Brian, answer me!

Why were you there?!

You are not supposed
to go there anymore!

What were you thinking?!
Brian!

( knocking )

Brian?

( pounding )

Brian.

Okay... okay...

Okay, we-we-we've got
everything under control now.

I'll take care
of your clothes.

You finish your bath.

And when you're done
with your bath...

I want you to take
a shower.

And when you're done
with your shower,

I want you to take
another bath.

And... when
you're all finished...

call me in and I'll...
I'll clean everything up.

Oh... ( sobbing )

( phone ringing )

Hello.

Good morning.

This is your official
civil servant wake-up call.

Mr. District Attorney.

I think we have a viable suspect
in the Morehouse case.

And I've just authorized

Detective Scanlon
to make contact and see if

we can't bring him in here
and have a conversation.

And I was hoping you might
be able to join us.

Wait a second, I'm confused.

What about the husband?

The husband has
a rock-solid alibi.

Turns out he was with a woman
the morning of the murder.

A married woman, no less.

And not withstanding
the obvious embarrassment

for all involved, she's willing
to corroborate his whereabouts.

I expect to hear
from Scanlon any minute.

I wanted him to speak
with this kid

before he left home

to go to school.

A kid?

Yeah, we're zeroing in on
one of the suspects

who worked there,
if you can believe it.

A boy named Andrews.

Uh, Jessie Andrews.

I don't know.

I mean, I figured the first
boss I'd have

would be some big fat guy
who'd yell at me.

And she wasn't like that.

She was really nice
and-and pretty

and... you could talk to her
about stuff.

She'd just talk back to you.

I don't know, I-I really...
I really liked it there.

She made it
really nice.

SCANLON: Some of the other kids
said you were buying her things.

It was for her birthday.

The other kids told him
that it was her birthday,

so he brought her
some perfume.

That's nice.
That's a very nice thing

for a young
man to do.

You should be
very proud.

Okay, so you bought
her some perfume.

Um, he didn't
really buy it.

He... borrowed it
from my dresser.

I mean...
( clears throat )

It was expensive.

I think she was
a little thrown by it.

Jessie, do you think
that contributed

to her decision
to let you go?

You guys know
about that?

We looked at your
employee file

and some of your former
colleagues filled us in

on what
happened, yes.

I think it was both ways.

I think... I mean, maybe
I wasn't concentrating

enough at work, 'cause...

I like... talking to her.

But I also think

that she really liked
talking to me

when I was around.

So, I don't know, I guess...

I don't-I don't
blame her.

So you weren't mad
at her?

I mean, when she
was still alive,

you weren't angry
with her, right?

No. God, no.

I just... missed her.

I still miss her.

Okay?

( sighs )

So, she fired you.

But you didn't
stay away.

Obviously, Jessie
didn't handle things

as well as he
might have.

He didn't tell me that he'd been
fired at first.

I think perhaps
he was embarrassed.

Be that as it may,
it's our understanding

that things got a bit emotional.

It was his first job.

He didn't want
to lose it.

Of course not.

Jessie, could you tell us
where you were Wednesday morning

between 5:00 and 6:00 a.m.?

Is my son being accused
of something here?

DEVALOS: No one is being
accused of anything.

Every employee at The Coffee
Palace has been interviewed

and every employee
at The Coffee Palace

has answered that question.

If you'd like to stop
and find Jessie an attorney,

we'll certainly understand.

But in my opinion,
if he has nothing to hide,

then it would be a foolish
waste of time and money.

But it is up to you.

Go ahead, Jess.

I was sleeping at home.

Can anybody verify that?

I can.

I got home from the
hospital around 4:30.

In the morning?

I had performed an
emergency C-section.

I'm an obstetrician.

Anyway,
I peeked in on him,

as I always do,
and there he was.

-Was there anybody else at home
with you, Dr. Andrews? -No.

I'm not married,
Detective.

It's just
the two of us,

Jessie and me.

May I ask what size shoe
you wear, Jessie?

Excuse me.

Did you ask all the
other employees that?

Dr. Andrews, I'm sure
you read the papers,

and I'm sure you know how much
pressure we're all under

to get to
the bottom of this.

But we can't do that

until we can eliminate
all the people

that had contact
with Mrs. Morehouse.

We found footprints in the
victim's blood at the scene.

The tread marks indicate

they came from a pair
of size nine sneakers.

I'm no detective, but aren't
there a lot of people

who wear size nine?

Thank you.

You ever own a pair
of Z-Jams, Jess?

DR. ANDREWS:
You don't have to answer that.

We came down here

voluntarily to help
your investigation.

If you're going to make my son
out as a suspect, I will find

-a lawyer. -That's absolutely
your prerogative, Dr. Andrews.

I wouldn't hurt her...

No. Not another word, Jess.

Mom, Bridgette's giving Angus
our breakfast.

Bridgette...

Angus has his food
and we have ours.

Just checked my cell.

No calls overnight to claim
our friend here.

Does that mean
we get to keep him?

Uh-oh.

You know what, let's just
take it one step at a time.

Give it a few more days.

( TV plays ):
Who are you, stranger?

Factory representative
for the, uh...

Nobody wants that dog.

Bridgette wants that dog.

I guess I got to go
find a truck.

So, what are you thinking?

I'm thinking that maybe
I'll drop him off at the vet

on my way to work
this morning,

do some due diligence,

see if he's got
all his shots.

At least that way,

if we decide
to keep him,

we'd know what to expect.

( whistles )

Hey, good looking,
what's cooking?

Fish.

You want to check this place out
with me?

I really appreciate you staying
open these extra 15 minutes.

I tried to get off work early
and then the phone rang...

No, no, no, no.

When they explained to me
that you and Angus

were new clients...

Mr. Dubois, did you say
this dog was a stray?

Well, yeah.

My daughter brought him
home a few days ago.

So, she's not too
attached to him then?

She's, well...

You know kids,
she's, uh...

she's very attached.

Are you saying he belongs
to somebody else?

I'm saying that he's sick.

He's sick?
What's wrong with him?

Well, for starters,

I'd say he's
about 12 years old.

So in dog years,
that's... 84.

He's 84?

Well, the age thing is
not an exact science, but...

it's about right, yeah.

Even with a simple examination,
I can tell you that

his liver's enlarged,
his eyesight is going, and...

his breathing
is clearly labored.

Is he going to be okay?

I wish I had better news.

So what are you saying?

Are you saying
he's going to die?

I'm afraid so.

How long?

Anywhere from a week
to a week and a half.

ALLISON ( sighs ):
When do you want to tell her?

Do we have to tell her?

I don't know.

I'll give you a hundred
dollars if you'll do it.

No, thanks.

I fear I've already destroyed
one child's life for the day.

One is my limit.

Good news and bad news.

I'll take any news
at this point.

The good news is
we tested the clothes.

Blood came from
Cristin Morehouse.

And the sneakers match the
footprints from the crime scene.

A laundry tag on
the shirt is traceable

back to Jessie Andrews.

SCANLON:
We got a squad car on the way

to pick him up right now.

And the bad news is,
obviously, we haven't

gotten to the bottom
of the bigger crime problem

in the neighborhood,
but I'll take my victories

where I can get them.

Allison?

Congratulations.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm not feeling terribly well.

DEVALOS:
Feeling any better?

I'm sorry?

I asked if you were
feeling any better.

You said you were going to
leave almost two hours ago.

Well, to answer
your question, no,

I don't-I don't
feel any better.

I feel horrible.

You asked me the other day

if I though
that boy was innocent

and I didn't say anything.

Because, honestly,
everything that I dreamed

tells me that
he is guilty as hell.

But what I can't
make sense of...

is everything I feel...

tells me to protect him.

Like a parent, like a mother.

For what it's worth,

just now when they brought him
in to book him

he finally admitted that he did
go see Morehouse that morning.

Knew she'd be there all by
herself opening up the store.

Of course, he claimed
that she was already dead

when he got there,
not that he called

the police or anything.

I mean, if it makes you
feel any better.

Well, maybe he's
telling the truth.

-Maybe she was dead when he
found her. -Allison...

Couldn't we at least
consider the possibility?

Take another look
at the husband,

or the woman that he was seeing?

Maybe she was the one who wanted
Cristin out of the picture.

Okay, I'm going
to go back to work now.

Deal with some cases
that are truly unresolved

and in need of some attention.

Okay, you know what?

If it's all the same to you,

can I just take another look
at the files?

Thank you.

How goes
the fine-tooth combing?

Actually,
I'm confused.

Your boss mentioned that.

That's not what
I'm talking about.

Kevin Morehouse said his wife
wasn't able to have children,

but, according to the
coroner's report,

the shape of her
uterus is indicative

of her having given birth
at some point in her life.

Okay.

Look, I'm not sure
where you're going with this,

but you should know,
the kid's lawyer is on his way

down here now
to talk deal.

( sighs )

I'm sorry, Allison,
but the kid's guilty,

and even his attorney knows it.

DEVALOS:
Let me tell you what we know.

We know that your client
had something

of an obsession
with Mrs. Morehouse.

We also know
that he had a confrontation

with her the
day she died,

and she was upset
to the point

of calling the young man's
mother to take him home.

We know that a bag of his
blood-spattered clothing

was found in a Dumpster earlier
this morning,

and the the blood
was a perfect match

for that of
Mrs. Morehouse.

Now I'll tell you what I think.

I think I have more
than enough here

to make a case
against your client.

And I think
if I try him as an adult,

that the jury won't hesitate

to give him
the maximum sentence.

He's barely
15 years old.

You're talking about

taking away the next
30 years of his life.

I'd be lying if I said

that Jessie's age
didn't give me pause.

Which is the only reason that
I will consider a deal.

Provided he signs
a full confession,

I'll recommend manslaughter.

Four years in a juvenile
detention facility.

If, however, you'd rather
take this to trial,

know that I will prosecute
Jessie as an adult,

and I will seek the maximum.

Feel free to
talk it over.

You've got 15 minutes.

How long are you going
to do this?

For the rest of my life.

You got an issue with that?

Not me. Just seems like

there's going to be a lot
of wasted space in our bed.

Maybe I should put an ad
in the paper.

See if I can rent out half.

He confessed to everything.

Did he say
why he did it?

( sighs )

The day she called his mother
to pick him up,

he was humiliated.

So he decided he didn't want it
to end that way.

He set his alarm,

woke up early, went back
the next morning,

caught her
when she was opening up.

She got upset.

He grabbed a thermos.

And what about his real mom?

Dr. Andrews?

What about her?

Did she confess to putting
his clothes in that Dumpster?

No. It didn't come up.

And I didn't say anything.

She's an adult, Joe.

She would have

done more time
for being an accessory

than he's going to do
for the actual murder.

So she just gets to walk?

She was just trying
to protect her kid.

And at least this way
she'll be able to be there

for him when he gets out
in four years.

And if you want
to know the truth,

if it was Ariel
or Bridgette or Marie,

I would have done
the exact same thing.

Speaking of protecting your
kid, I don't, I don't suppose

you've come up
with any bright ideas

for telling our middle child
that her dog is dying.

Yeah. Me, neither.

Well, I got half a bed
to try and rent.

See ya.

( sighs )

Jessie's manager?

Uh...

Cristin.

Uh, Mrs. Morehouse.

Dr. Andrews?

I-I am so sorry
about Jessie.

Have we met before?

No, I don't believe
we have, no.

Are you sure?

What kind of doctor
are you exactly?

If I can ask.

I have to run. I'm due back
at the hospital in 20 minutes.

I'm terribly sorry.

He will not bother you again.

Dr. Andrews?

( car door closes,
engine starts )

Dr. Andrews!

Dr. Andrews!

He's mine, isn't he?!

He's mine!

Mine...

He's mine!

What does she mean?

What's she yelling about?

Nothing, honey.

Absolutely nothing.

Come in.

I know I'm a little late.

The hospital was just...

I understand.

I'm glad I caught you
while you were in the city.

No, as soon as you said
it might help Jessie...

How's he doing?

As well as
can be expected.

Considering.

I just... there's some
inconsistencies in here

and I was hoping you
could help me clear them up.

Anything I can tell you.

Anything you want to know.

Uh, Dr. Andrews, the,
the night before

Cristin Morehouse died,

the night she called you and
had you come and pick up Jessie,

was that the first time
you'd ever met her?

I believe so, yes.

All right.

Well, here's the thing.

I was looking through
Cristin's autopsy report,

and apparently
she'd given birth to a child

at some point in her life.

All right.

Well,

it made me curious
because her husband

said that infertility
was a real issue for them.

So I-I did some
checking, and I...

came across this
death certificate.

Apparently she had
given birth to a child

many years
before her marriage.

The baby had died moments
after it came into the world.

What am I looking at here?

You signed the death
certificate, Dr. Andrews.

You were there.

All right.

Yes, that's my signature.

It...

15 years ago.

A different last name.

I honestly have no
recollection of the woman.

Well, here's another
interesting thing--

contradiction-wise.

Apparently,

on the night
you were presiding

over the death
of Cristin's son,

you...

were also giving
birth to one

of your own.

Dr. Andrews.

15 years ago I was an intern
volunteering a few hours a week

at a clinic downtown.

One night a woman stumbled in,
high like most of our patients.

She said she was in a lot of
pain, she didn't know why.

After a short exam, I told her
she was eight months pregnant

and she was in labor.

She didn't know.

She didn't want to know.

She told me her whole life
was about doing drugs.

She didn't know who the
father was. She didn't care.

I told her the baby was coming
and she looked at me and said,

"People pay a lot for
a white baby, right?"

What did I think
she could get for it?

She was in pain,

so I gave her something
to help her sleep,

and an hour later, Jessie
came into the world.

I cleaned him up,
wrapped him in a blanket,

and I was going to call the
police, but he was shaking

-so hard.
-Shaking?

Jessie was born an addict.

So I just... waited.

And I held him, rocked him
until he quieted down.

I can still feel the weight
of his tiny body in my arms.

I can still see
his sweet face.

He was so helpless,
and he just needed someone

to take care of him,

someone to protect
him, and somehow

I knew that person
had to be me.

My life as I knew it
was over.

I gave it to him.

I gave him...

everything I had.

You became his mother.

When Cristin woke up,

I told her the
baby had died.

I knew what I was
doing was wrong,

but I swear to you, Mrs. Dubois,
if anything, she was relieved.

And that's when I knew, this was
the best thing for everybody.

It was certainly the
best thing for Jessie.

And you never
saw her again.

We moved to Tempe, he and I.

No one knew us,
no one cared.

We moved here to Phoenix
three years later.

I-I supposed she was long
gone, probably long dead.

And then last week...

I went to
The Coffee Palace.

She recognized me.

She told me that
she was clean now,

that she could be a
good mother to Jessie.

She said she had
a right to him.

I begged her
to be reasonable,

to work with me,

but...

she said she would
call the police and...

after that,
I don't remember

what happened except she was
reaching for the phone and...

I must have hit her.

I don't even know.

I was so scared
I just left.

I just left her there.

Where Jessie found her,

when he went there
hoping to talk to her.

There are people
I need to go get.

There are people
that we need to tell.

I know you must think
I'm a horrible person,

letting him take the
blame for what I did.

But you see, I thought,
at least this way,

I can be there for him
when he gets out.

And now...

he'll go into foster care.

And the only mother
he's ever known

will spend the rest of her life
apart from him.

Ask yourself,
Mrs. Dubois:

Would you have done
any differently

if you were in my shoes?

( sighs )

I'll be right back.

So you ready to do this?

( sighs )

How did I get roped
into this?

Thank you.

I appreciate
your support.

Bridge.

We need to talk to you
about something.

Am I in trouble?

You mind if I
turn off the TV?

What'd I do?

Hey, Bridge, do you remember
when I took Angus

to the vet the other day?

Uh, well, it turns out
Angus isn't really okay.

I'm afraid he's very sick.

He doesn't have long to live.

Yeah, I know.

You know?

Sure.

I knew the second I saw him.

He's very old,
you know.

Bridge, honey, if you knew
he was going to die,

why did you ask
if we could keep him?

Bridge, honey,
why didn't you say something?

Because I knew how much
you liked him, Daddy.

And I didn't want
to see you all sad.

I don't think
I could've handled it.

Aha.

Can me and Angus
have our cartoons back now?

( laughs )

Did I mention I hate dogs?

Once or twice.