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(MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)

Is she insane?
What's with all the hats?

She looks like
she's going bald.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, hold on one second.

(PHONE BEEPS)
Hello?

Hey, Adam.
I can't talk right now.

I'm mocking people
in magazines.

Give me 20 minutes
mocking time.

I should be done
by then.

Okay. Bye.
(PHONE BEEPS)

Hey, I'm back.

I gotta go.

I'm privacy-impaired.

I'll talk to you later.

(PHONE BEEPS)

It's late.

It's a school night.

I'm a big girl.

I meant me.

Talking is too loud.

The music is too loud.

Everything
needs to be less loud.
(MUSIC STOPS)

(LAPTOP BEEPS)
Got it.

I get to know
who you're talking
to on the Internet.

Dr. Phil is very clear
on this point.

Elyse, Sophie,
Rhonda, and Dakota.

All girl names. Happy?

Dakota?

Night, Mom.

Good night.

That was Adam Rove
on the phone?

Yep.

You've been talking
to him a lot lately.

I mean, at school.

Yeah, well,
if you weren't there,

you wouldn't have to confront
these horrible truths.

He's an interesting boy.

I mean, for a friend...

If he's a friend.

Or, if he's more,
um, well, then...

He's less interesting
if he's more.

Good night, Mom.

Joan, I miss
talking to you.

Mom, please don't
do this right now.

It's late. I still have
homework I have to do,

which is what I have
to talk to Adam about,

and besides,

you know, it...

Ecch.

"Ecch"?

Yeah, talking to your mother
when you're 16.

I mean, even the good ones.
It's... It's creepy, okay?

Good night.

"Ecch"?

♪ What if God was one of us?

♪ Just a slob like one of us

♪ Just a stranger on the bus

♪ Trying to make his way home

♪ Just trying
to make his way home

♪ Just trying
to make his way home ♪

"Algorithmic mathematics
were fine for the Egyptians,

"fine for, you know,
selling sheep,

"but the whole system
is irrelevant

"after dialectical
mathematics."

I'm like, "Freidman,

"the Egyptians weren't
about selling sheep..."

Oh... Oh, and the Greeks
think they're so hot
with their...

With their
logical displays
of true or false,

but let's face it,
algorithmic mathematics

were not replaced by
the dialectical system,

and there's a very good
reason for that.

You are never, ever
gonna get a girlfriend.

No, no, that's
not the point.

The point is,
I'm right

about algorithmic
mathematics.

Great. So, ask Isaac Newton
to the prom.

Sure, if he was
a girl... and alive.

You know, he actually
looked a lot like a girl.

Hey, hey. Don't bag
on "The Newt".

Excuse me. Could you
just hold this for me?

Excuse me.

Don't make me shriek.

What is that?
That's my address.

Then you must be having
a yard sale on Saturday.

Oh...

I'll meet you there, okay?

Yell if the bus comes.

Bye.

That was close.

Why didn't he see you?

(SCOFFS) He did.

Just didn't notice me.
That happens a lot.

So, about this
yard sale...

Oh, okay, yeah, like,

pulling all your
embarrassing stuff
out of the garage

and putting it
on the front lawn

for your neighbors
to ponder?

That's what I mean.

Okay, look...
You wanted a boat,

I built you a boat.

Half a boat, and you saw
why I wanted it.

I'm not saying
that it wasn't cool.

It's just that
while I'm doing all this,

I'm also in school,

and just trying to do better,

and occasionally, you know,

entertaining the possibility

of having a personal life
and maybe even a boyfriend.

Do you understand the concept
of time management?

Well, I don't care
much about time.

That's one of
your innovations.

But here's what
I'm wondering, Joan:

when are you gonna get it?

That whenever I ask you
to do something,

it's for your best interest.

The point is,

I cannot have a yard sale
on Saturday.

Then don't have
a yard sale
on Saturday.

(SCOFFS)

This is gonna get old
real soon.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

(GROANS)

Chief, the people
from the Arcadia Herald
keep calling.

You agreed
to an interview?

That's today?
That's tonight,

at your house.
Chief, I need you.

Good morning, Michael.
Look over my shoulder.

See the distraught woman
over there?

Yes, I do.

I worked her case
four months ago,

before I transferred
to Homicide.

Guy took her home
from a party,

raped her, beat her up.

Somebody found her
wandering around downtown
dazed and confused.

They thought
she was on something,
called the cops.

Breathalyzed her.

Breathalyzed the rape victim?

They didn't know
she was the rape victim.

Determined she was drinking,
but not drunk,

drove her down to the station,

and that's where I came in.

You made an arrest?
Yeah.

Yeah, DNA checked out.
Guy made bail.

Everybody's just
waiting on the trial.
What's the problem?

She's tired of waiting
on the trial.

What's her name?

Sarah Bonner.

Ms. Bonner?
Yeah.

I'm Will Girardi.

You're in charge here?

Yes, I am. I'm chief
of police.

Please, sit down.

I'm not the kind of person
who likes to make trouble.

I... I tried
to be patient,

but I've called
the D.A.'s office
every other week,

and they never give me
a straight answer.

I appreciate
your frustration.

Even though it's filed,

the D.A. has to
prepare the case

and agree to a court date.

Chances are it didn't
make it to his desk yet.

The man who did this
to me is a monster.

Why is this low down
on someone's
priority list?

WILL: I genuinely
don't believe it is.

If your case is backed up,

it's because this kind
of thing happens
far too frequently.

DAGHLIAN: You do understand
that this really isn't
a police matter anymore?

I mean, once we've
written the report

and sent it over
to the D.A...

You know, I don't care
about any of that.

I just want
something to happen,

and I'm not gonna
shut up until it does.

WILL: Here's what I can do.

I can contact
the district attorney

and inquire about
the status of your case.

I'll get back to you
as soon as I know anything.
All right?

I'm... very sorry about
what happened to you.

You just make sure
that 12 people
are equally sorry.

Then I'll be impressed.
All right?

Making a battery
from scratch.

How did Lischak know
that's exactly what
I wanna do in life?

Cha! Me, too.

Cool, only I'm kidding.

Mmm, maternal unit,
eleven o'clock.

That ever
weird you out?

No, no. No, it's great.

Why would I want
a private life?

Yo, Adam Rove.

Checked out
your stuff. Dig it.

I wanna punch it
on my show.

Where'd you get this?

I lifted it
out of your backpack

during the STD film
in health class.

You were riveted.

That was a bogus move.

It's all in the interest
of making you famous, yo.

I thought you gave up
on music.

GRACE: He doesn't
have any music,

he samples
nature sounds.

Crickets having sex,

something that he
and only other crickets
get off on.

We haven't met.

I'm Clay Fisher.

You're the new girl
in town?

Uh, Joan Girardi.

Joan.

So, um...

Can I play your stuff
on my show?

I need you to sign off.

I'll think about it.

Good.

Who was that masked man?

ADAM: He works at
the school radio station.

You know, weekend DJ,
arbiter of cool.

He's not a total butt wart.

At least he has
a sense of direction,

and he's the go-to guy if you
ever need a fire drill
to get you out of a test.

(LOCKER SLAMS SHUT)

He just wants to
make fun of my stuff.

No, he seems sincere.

Rockin' insight, Jane.

Did I just miss something?

Uh, Clay Fisher just
flirted with you.

Adam Rove
is all about you.

Dramatic tension ensued.

Were you born
without a radar?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

I guess I was.

It's not lost on anyone

that you were brought
to Arcadia

to clean up
what is perceived

as an inept
police department.

I wouldn't say inept,
I'd say overworked.

Well, the crime rate
in Arcadia

was skyrocketing
before your arrival.

Word is there are some
interdepartmental disputes

resulting in a general
atmosphere of chaos?

Well, "chaos"
is a little strong.

There are some kinks
in the system,

and I'm here
to work those out.

(DOOR OPENS)
Well, what's floating
around in this atmosphere

is that this is High Noon,

and you are Gary Cooper.
(DOOR CLOSES)

(LAUGHS)

Well...

I'm Gary Cooper?

KEVIN: I'm home.

Sorry. I didn't mean
to interrupt.

No. This is, um,
Rebecca Askew

from the Arcadia Herald.
My son Kevin.

Nice to meet you, Kevin.
Hi.

How'd the job search go?

Applications
all over town.

Now I just
wait it out.

Well, what kind of a job
are you looking for?

Well, brain surgeon's
my first choice,

followed by rock star,

and third would
be night shift
at Burger Man Barry's.

(LAUGHS)

Well, where did
you go to school?

Kevin had a scholarship
to the University of Arizona
to play baseball.

Which, uh, didn't pan out,

so, now I'm just a guy
pounding the pavement.

Well, not so much
pounding as rolling.

Well, we're desperate
for a fact checker
on the paper.

It's a thankless job

for an intelligent person,

but it could lead
to better positions.

Well, what's it involve?

Readin' the stories
and checkin' the facts,

pretty much
like it sounds.
Oh.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Well, I could do that.

Okay. Well, you wanna
come in tomorrow?

Yeah, sure.

I'm sure it's understood,
but he's not

any kind of
inside source for you.

I'm an ethical journalist,
Chief Girardi.

And I'm Gary cooper,

so it's all good.

Pre-parabolic skis.

I think these
are illegal now.

Hey, hey, whoa.
No, no, not so fast.

That's my first
chemistry set.

You know, somebody's
gonna want that for
the Smithsonian one day.

Help or leave.
Pick one.

How's it going?

Mom, why do you guys
have so much weird crap?

Because your father
hates to throw
anything away.

For example,

his Joe Namath Grill.

Who's Joe Namath?

A football player
who wore pantyhose.

For that you get
a grill named after you?

Mom, I'm never gonna get
through this by Saturday.

Why are you complaining?

This is your idea.

No, it isn't.

It isn't?

It is. It just... I...

It's more work than
I thought it would be.

This was a wedding present
from Aunt Theresa.

Your father put it out
every single time
she came to visit.

(GASPS) Ohh!

It's your bronzed baby shoes.
JOAN: What are these?

Huh.

Whoa. Dark.

Mom, did you paint these?

I thought you were
all about landscapes.

These are cool.
Yeah, like, twisted.

Put those away.

Why? I like them.

Can I put one
in my room?

Why would you want to?

They're ugly.

Put them away.

(DOOR SLAMS)

What nerve was that?

I haven't read it yet,
but from what I hear
there was no weapon,

as usual, no witnesses,

and it didn't help
that she knew the guy

and voluntarily left
the party with him.

He beat her up and nearly
choked her to death.

Okay, I'll be
defense counsel.

She liked it rough.

Later, she felt ashamed.

So, she subjected herself
to a painful exam

and public humiliation?

Well, she
was drinking.
Wasn't drunk.

I haven't looked
at any paperwork,

but what I'm hearing
is that there's
a number on board.

For whatever reason,
she was breathalyzed.

Cop made a mistake.

Still, they clocked
her at .03.

That's a glass of wine.

That's a number.

Most rape cases,
there isn't a number.

Did it make it
into the report?

I assume so.

Well, that's
another problem.

If it makes it into
the report and I see it,

I'm stuck with it.

WILL: So, you're bouncing
this back to me

because the girl
had a glass of wine?

Jeez, am I talking
to myself here?

Look, I' ve tried
200 rape cases.

There's a pattern.

Guy had a gun.

Looks like a lunatic
with tattoos?

The jury will go with
the victim no problem.

But if he doesn't
have a weapon

and he resembles their son
or their brother,

they'll start looking
to give him a break.

Maybe it's
because she knew him,

maybe it's because
she was drinking,

maybe it's both,
but they'll latch
onto something.

I'd like to send
a different message
under my watch.

We don't grade on a curve.

Rapists don't get a pass.

Then go back
and teach your boys
how to write a report.

REBECCA: This is the newsroom.

That is my desk there.

There's the break room,
next to the copier,

which works half the time.

That is your desk there.

Here is a pencil holder
full of pencils,

and here

is way too much work

that you need
to finish by lunch.

Bring on the facts.

I'll shake those
babies down.
Great.

We are starting you off
with local fashion,
weddings, and parties.

Obviously, fashion
is my forte.

Call me if you need any help,

but... don't need any help.

(LAUGHS) Okay, no problem.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

The two types
of nucleic acids are:

Deoxyribonucleic,

or DNA,

and ribonucleic,

RNA.

Now, what's so fun

about nucleic acids is...

(PA SYSTEM CHIMES)

MAN: (OVER PA SYSTEM)
Miss Lischak,
this is Mr. Price.

Sorry to interrupt.

I need Joan Girardi
to come to room 171.

Then you shall have
Miss Girardi posthaste.

Joan.

I'll tell you later
what's fun about
nucleic acids.

Thanks.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

♪ An ordinary life ♪

(CLEARS THROAT)

This was you.

Yep.

I'm sorry I took
price's name in vain.

I have a hookup to the PA

to pipe music during
football season, so...

I'm your hero, right?

Bustin' you
out of chem class?

Well, that depends
on why you did it.

It's because
i'm cataloging stuff,

and I concentrate better

if I have a smart girl nearby.

And, uh,

how do you know
I'm smart?

I asked around.

I also asked
if you were beautiful,

and four out of five doctors
said yes.

(CHUCKLES)

JOAN: Um, so...

So, where's your, uh...

Where's your supervisor?

Well, he usually
leaves me alone

on account of I take
his Friday and Saturday
night shifts,

spinning mind-numbing jazz,

so he won't have to.

What about you?

What do you wanna hear?
(BUTTON CLICKS)

A little Flaming Lips?

Sure.

So, uh, what...

What... What did you
really want?

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

Just to see if you wanted
to hang out with me,

Saturday before I go to work.

Play you some
of my mixes, and...

This Saturday?

I... I'd take you out at night
like a normal person,

if I didn't have to work.

Uh, it sounds like fun.
I just...

I really can't. Um...

Uh, there's some stuff
I have to do.

Stuff to do.

Like not hangin' out
with you, Fisher.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I, um...

I have to go somewhere
and, like, be humiliated.

No, no, no.

I... I really want to.
Really, really.

Oh, three reallys.

Interesting.

(SIGHS)

I'm...

It's just...
I'm... I'm...

Well, there's...
There's something else.

Which I can

totally get out of.

Well... Wore you down,
didn't I...

With a little one-two punch
of self-deprecation,

and trying to look
like Ashton Kutcher.

(LAUGHS) Okay.

Uh, I... I should jet.

Lischak's on my case, so...

Hey, you know, there's...
There's ten minutes left
in the period.

You're home free.

Well, we can't talk
about everything now.

We gotta save something
for Saturday.

Ah...
(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

Yeah... Bye.

You walked right into
that one, Girardi.

Chief, Miss Bonner.

Come in. Sit down.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)
This doesn't look good.

Your case hasn't been
officially reviewed
by the D.A.

His deputies are doing
what they do:

scrutinizing evidence,

determining whether
or not they can win.

Right now,
they're worried

that it might not
be strong enough.

(VOICE SHAKING)
Well, did they see
the pictures of me?

Did they talk
to the doctors?

It's all
in the police report.

Well, maybe he'll kill
the next girl.

I mean, that's
a stronger case,
I assume?

I understand how painful
this must be.

Don't say you understand.
You don't!

No man gets to say that.

You're right.

But some of us are
closer to understanding
than others.

It's not over
until the D.A. says so.

I'll do what I can
to shore up the case.

Either way,

it should be resolved soon.

Resolved.

What's your pleasure,
little lady?

Uh, I'm not
hungry, thanks.

Aren't you busy
on Saturday?

Did it ever occur
to you that I get
to have a love life?

Ah, romantic love.
I'm proud of that.

Some of my best work.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

Look, I'm trying,

and I'm not a trier,
okay? Ask anyone.

This guy is a cool guy.

He's not a geek,
he's not a stoner,
he's not a jerk.

He's just
a really nice guy
that likes me.

You wanna talk
about mysteries
of the universe?

That's a big one.

I'd like a shot at it,
if you don't mind.

Sure.

(SOFTLY)
Thank you.

But, uh...

Aren't you busy
on Saturday?

(DOOR OPENS)

Something tells me

I missed dinner.

I ordered Chinese.
It'll be here in a minute.

Kevin's working late.

I love saying that.

Why is my past
on the kitchen table?

Joan is having
a yard sale,

and I got sucked
into it.

Don't ask me why,

'cause I don't know.

My fishing hat.

(GASPS)
My Joe Namath grill?

Will, don't start
taking stuff back.

Besides, we have
a George Foreman Grill
now. It's better.

What is it
with Joan anyway?

Beats me.

We never talk anymore.

Helen?

She found my paintings.

I asked you
to get rid of them
when we moved here.

I couldn't.

I asked you to.

Well, maybe this
gives you an opportunity

to... talk to her
about what happened.

No.

She needs to know.

You always said
you'd tell her

when she was old enough.

Changed my mind.

Why?

(SIGHS)

"Joan,

"a man crawled into
my dorm room in college

"and raped me,
and he never got caught."

How's that gonna help her?

She knows about sex.

I've lectured her
about being safe.

Knowing what
happened to me

doesn't do anything
except put pictures
in her mind

that she doesn't
need to have.

My God...

She hasn't even
fallen in love yet.

It could help her
understand you.

Why would I want her
to understand that part?

You feel she keeps
things from you.

Will, this is my call.

You know, I took her
home from the party,

we started making out,

and she had a few
creative ideas,

and I... I went with them.

You know, I should've
said no, but I didn't.

We're here
as a goodwill gesture.

My client has no obligation
to talk to you anymore.

The chief is new
to the case,

and, uh, he's
a perfectionist,

so, he likes to make sure
all our facts our straight

before we take the stand.

What we hear,
it isn't going to court.

That's the most
likely scenario,

but I have to be prepared,

to guard against
any kind of

future action on
your client's part.

What kind of action?

Say you want to
sue the department

for wrongful arrest.

Do you know who, uh,

Amy McFadden is?
Don't answer that.

It's a yes-or-no question?

No. No.

(STAMMERS) I don't know
an Amy Mc... What's it?

Really?

There are some
real psychos out there.

Okay? It's not even safe
to talk to a woman anymore.

It's like an epidemic.

You know,
with all them yelling,

"rape this,"
"assault that."

Look at Kobe and Tyson.

It's everywhere.

You know, women...

Uh! Could you give us
just a moment, please?

Sure.

(INAUDIBLE)

What's that about?

Oh, she's explaining
that a civil trial
would open up the case,

so he should forget that.

And she's asking him
who Amy McFadden is.

Yeah, who is Amy McFadden?

My girlfriend from
the seventh grade.

I just needed to know
for myself.

He's guilty as hell.

Uh, anybody seen Rebecca?

I don't know.
Try the break room.

ANDY: The boy doesn't know
a hoodie from a poncho.

He asked me the other day

if muumuu
was Chinese food.

I said, "Oh, sure.

"You get it from
a restaurant run
by Jimmy Choo."

He believed me.

I don't get that joke.

Yeah, well, you're not
fact-checking my articles,
are you?

Look, he may be cuter
than Tickle Me Elmo,

but he's on your team,
so I get no benefits
from browsing.

That is not
why I hired him.

Oh, please, Rebecca,
I know you.

You make Dick Cheney
look apolitical.

You hired him
for the gimp points.

That is not true.
Ugh!

REBECCA: Okay,
it is partly true.

We get a break from
the government on him,

and I figure where else
are we gonna find

a young, smart guy
who is cheap

and willing to sit
at a desk all day.

ANDY: All of which would
make perfect sense,

if he could only
spell his name.

Hey! J.G.

Hey.
Hey, what's doing?

Um, I... I didn't
want to butt in.
(CHUCKLES)

Fifteen good
butt jokes just died

because of me being
a gentleman.

Hmm.

I looked for you
in the cafeteria,

you weren't
with the usuals.

I kind of needed a break.

Ah.

So, we're still on
for Saturday?

(SIGHS) Um...

Here's the thing.
The stuff I had to do

that I thought
I could get out of?

Mm-hmm?

(CHUCKLES) Um...

I can't get out of it.

Can you tell me
what it is?

It's embarrassing.

I'm having a yard sale.

That's cool.
I'll swing by.

Take a look at some
of your dad's records.

What is it, uh,
Tony Bennett or Dino?

It's all of them,
and some guy named
Jefferson Airplane.

Are you sure
you want to?
(CHUCKLES)

Parental units will be there.

The whole thing is
gonna be kind of pathetic.

I'll tell you
what's pathetic.

Moping around
thinking about
some girl.

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, well...

♪ You can do anything you want

♪ And I think about it ♪

(GIGGLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Chief, I'm headed
out to the scene
of a jumper.

30th floor onto
concrete. It worked.

You need me to come
back after, or...

No. I'll see you tomorrow.

Is that the final report
on Sarah Bonner?

Double-checking before
I send it back to Gabe.

This scum's gonna walk.

Turns my stomach.

Yeah, I take some blame
for putting it in there,

the .03.

No. You were just trying
to be an honest cop.

Actually,
I thought it would
help her case.

You know, prove
she wasn't drunk.

Now I'd give anything
to take it back.

So would I.

Ship it.

WOMAN: Good night,
Rebecca.
REBECCA: Good night.

It's late.
You should go home.

Not finished.

You did
pretty well today.

You may have
a future in this.

Come on,
it's Friday night.

Go have some fun.

I really want to finish.

Why?

Because I'm not
coming back on Monday.

Why?

Let's just say
it's a gimp thing.

Andy is a pissy queen.

(SCOFFS) Oh, good.
We've all got nicknames.

What's yours?

Affirmative action figure.

When I first started
as copy editor,

I heard it
in the hallways.

I cried every night.

But in here,
I was all business,

and I made sure
that I was
indispensable.

What a heartwarming story.

I'd be sure to tell
all my crip pals.

You know what
your problem is?

I'll be it's my pride.

You still identify with
who you used to be.

Able-bodied,

handsome white man
in America.

Everything was
coming your way.

Well, now it's gonna be
a little bit of a struggle.

You're gonna have to
pick your battles.

Go to hell.

One day, you're
gonna remember me

as maybe the first
person who refused
to pity you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN:
Thank you, dear.
Thank you,

and enjoy your
electric scissors.

Don't bargain
on the geodes.
They're...

They're worth, like,
five times that much
already.

No one wants
your dumb rocks.

Hey, don't take that!

I can't stand
to watch this.

Could you be
careful with those?

Yeah, some of this
actually belonged
to my grandmother.

Um, what are
you doing?

Sorry.
It makes me cranky

to see people
pawing on my stuff.

Okay, well, then
don't help, okay?

I'm going to the gym
unless I'm needed here.

No, no, no!
Please go.

(WHISPERS)
And take Mom.

Hey, is that
my weed whacker?

You never use that.

I was going to.

Dad, come on!
No take-backs.

Hey! Hey, did I miss out
on all the vinyl?

My word,
it's Clay Fisher.

Uh, Clay, this is my dad.

Nice to
meet you, Clay.
Hey.

And you remember my mom.

The music selection's
down there.

I'd keep an eye
on this one.

Mrs. G, I don't boost
for my own gain.

Only when there's
a laugh to be had

or I'm helping people, yo.

Yeah, yeah.

Bobby Darin! Get out!

I'll take this off your hands.

Uh, wait...
Now we don't have
a turntable anymore.

Uriah Heep!

Mott the Hoople!

She's selling
my youth.

Go to the gym.

Dad, please
don't, please.

Son, I realize
these are for sale,

but do an old boomer
a favor here, huh?

You know, I'll give you
twice the asking price,
Chief.

Mom!
Will.

These are
my records, Helen,

the soundtrack
of my life.
(HELEN LAUGHS)

You know what?
Um, I gotta...

I gotta use
the, uh, anyway.

Kitchen, second door
on the left.

(BANGS ON THE TABLE)

That was
humiliating.

Clay Fisher is
a friend of yours?

Why don't you just
bring out the naked
baby pictures?

I think I'll go
to the gym.

Wh...

This is a nightmare!

I had no idea you were
friends with Clay.

Do not ask
the next question!

Does this
foot bath work?

Uh, I'll be
with you in
a minute, sir.

He's a very charming boy.

Yeah, I know.

And you always have to be

a little wary of charm.
That's all I'm saying.

Well, the fire drill thing
gets old with the faculty.

Mom, I like him,

and he likes me.

If I waited around for you
to approve someone I liked,

then I'd never have a date,

so just back off.

I think you're special.

I think you deserve
to be with someone

that's worthy of you.
I'm not saying that...

JOAN: Mom...

I... I'll take that.

Mom, you said
you didn't
want them.

I didn't mean I wanted you
to sell them to strangers.

These are mine.

You don't know
what they mean.

You don't... have any idea.

(DOOR OPENS)

What happened?

(DOOR CLOSES)

I have no idea.

(H

(HUF

(HUFFS

(HUFFS)

Joan.

Studying.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

How can I be running
late already?

Where's my badge?

What happened to Sunday?

It was devoured
by football games.

Hon, you didn't sell
my badge, did you?

Are we gonna hang meat
in here later?

Is this about the records?

No. This particular
sulk has my name on it.

Keep the paintings,
don't keep the paintings.

Who cares? The point is,

you acted like a freak
in front of my boyfriend.

I didn't know he was
your boyfriend.

Well, he probably
isn't anymore.

Regular coffee,
nothing in it.

Hey, congratulations, will.

Persistence pays off.

Oh, yeah?

I just got the report
on the Bonner case.

Everything looks good.

Tell Daghlian
we'll probably go
to court next week.

What do you mean?

I mean everything looks good.

We'll probably
go to court next week.

You read the report?

This morning.

Nothing in it bothers you?

No.

Well, it should.

Well, it doesn't.

(BUBBLING)
LISCHAK: Lots to observe
here, people.

Is this an endothermic
or an exothermic reaction?

JOAN: Do you see anything?
ADAM: I don't see anything.

We've got nothing.

There's more activity
in my parents' bedroom.

Cha, well,
the Bunsen burner's
totally wigging out.

I'll break it
to Lischak.

So... Uh, about
your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend.

Well, apparently,
he's been busy

busting guys
in the bathroom
for smoking.

He's not my boyfriend.

Well, he's got
police creds.

He's pretending
to be a narc.

He's... I don't know.

Some kids are dumb
enough to buy it.

He's got like,
I don't know,

12 bucks in bribes.

(SCOFF)
What kind of idiot

falls for the fake
police badge trick?

It's not a fake.

It's the genuine article,

"Chief of Police"
stamped right on it.

Sorry to break it
to you...
No, you're not.

There something
you want to tell me?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Gabe's taking
the case.

Oh, that I know.
You want to tell me why?

It's... my case, Will,

and I take full
responsibility for it.

Lieutenant Daghlian,
there's no looking
the other way

on my shift.

Now you get
on the phone and you
get that report back.

He wouldn't give it back
even if I asked.

Look at me.

I don't play ball.

There was once a good cop.

High-ranking, on his way up,

in Narcotics.

He wanted to take
this drug dealer down,

but he had no probable cause.

So, he took advantage of
a phantom anonymous tip.

He knew it wouldn't
hold up under scrutiny,

but he believed his squad
would back him up.

However, he didn't...

Well, he didn't count on
the good captain.

He was a good captain.

And the best thing
he ever did for me

was junk me
from the squad,

send me to the fringes,

and make me start
all over again.

I had to work my way back
to being an honest cop.

The point is, you played ball.

The point is,
I did my time,

and now you have to
do yours.

There are certain forces
in the universe

that aren't going to
let that happen, Will.

If the powers that be
want to set you up
in the next county,

hell, if they want
to make you
the commissioner,

I'll fall on that sword
when I come to it,

but you don't work for me.

Hey, a bad guy
is going to prison.

You falsified a report.

You asked me to.

I'm sorry if that's
what you thought.

You practically
spelled it out.

If that's the party favor
you want to take out of here,

I can't stop you.

Now pack your things
and go.

ANDY: You gonna need
the whole thing.

REBECCA: No, I don't like it.
It looks exactly the same.

What are you talking about?
The top is taupe

and the bottom's mushroom.
It's totally different.

Uh, a hoodie is
a sweat jacket
with a hood,

applies to zip-up
or a pullover.

A poncho is
a triangular piece
of knitted fabric

with a hole
in the middle,

currently experiencing
a comeback.

If you'll excuse me,
I have work to do.

(ANDY CLEARS THROAT)

What?
Oh.

Hey, J.G.

Hey.
Well, that's the smile
of the century.

Only I'm not smiling.

I better take
care of that.

Give it back.

My dad's badge.

Look, it was
just sitting there

on the kitchen counter,

screaming
"golden opportunity"
at me.

(CHUCKLES)

J.G., relax.
It's not the Holy Grail.

They hand these things
out like candy.

They just stamp 'em out
at the warehouse.

I can guarantee he's gotten
his replaced already.

The thing is,

it's just not that funny.

Come on.
You're not gonna
get in trouble.

It's not about trouble.

You have my dad's
police badge,
and I want it back.

Or you're gonna
have to tell your daddy?

♪ Maybe I'm not
here till the end

♪ Maybe it's not
what I'm expecting

♪ Maybe I'm not
worthy of you...

You have potential,
but you're kind of
a drip, you know?

♪ And out of the blue
I'm broken in two

♪ When two worlds collide

♪ With different views

♪ Am I falling? ♪

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

Dow is down.

You know why they
call it Wall Street?

Because there used to
be a wall on it.

Only city in the country
which was ever walled.

That says a lot about
a culture, you know.

That it never felt
the need to build walls.

We interrupt this metaphor

to bring you the
following message:

I'm not in the mood.

Look, I did
the right thing, okay?

I got my dad's badge back,

realized the guy
was a jerk.

Now I'm back
to being a loser,

like the universe intended.

You should be nicer
to your mother.

She's against me
having a life.

She's against you
getting hurt.

She knows something
about that.

Is this about
those paintings?

Where do you think
that kind of thing
comes from in a person?

A mood.

You have a mood,
you eat French fries.

But when you have pain,

there's a little more
work to deal with it.

She had to have
done those before
she had Kevin.

Before your father even.

What happened to her?

Is that why
she's so weird
about me dating?

How bad was it?

It was evil,

and I don't throw
that word around.

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

This is my stop.

(DOORS HISS OPEN)

Wait, you can't
leave. What happened
to my mother?

Wait! Come back
here! You have
to tell me!

God! God!
(DOORS CLOSE)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)

Mind some company?

I, uh, found my badge.

It was on my night stand.
Did you put it there?

No.

Then I have bad news.

You're married
to an old fart.

(CHUCKLES)

But he's an amusing old fart.

You, uh...

You and Joan make up?

You were at dinner.
What do you think?

Everything okay?

I fired Daghlian.

For a procedural issue.

I'll be feeling that
for a while.

He... won't be easy
to replace.

I'm sorry.

You liked him.

I've been working
on a rape case.

(MUSIC ENDS)

(CLOCK TICKING)

I know.

How do you know?

Because whenever
you're working
on a rape case,

you get very quiet,

and you stop talking
about your work,

and you grind your teeth
in your sleep.

There were problems
in the report.

I could've
made them go away,

but... I didn't.

Hmm. Good.

We talked about
this before.

You can't fix
what happened to me.

No matter
how many rapists
you put away.

You just make sure
I'm married
to an honest man.

When was the last time
I did this?

1981.

Carmine's restaurant,
when you proposed.

I need you to tell her.

I don't know why, but...

I really need it, Helen.

Maybe because I'm so afraid

of her not knowing
how close it is to her

all the time.

Please do this for me.

♪ Oh baby tell me stories

♪ Of your pretty worlds

♪ Who will deliver us
from blame

♪ Who will walk free
who will walk in chains

♪ And when
the sky is falling

♪ What do we believe in

♪ When everything
we've learned to trust

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ Turns around
and makes a fool of us

♪ Well baby I

♪ I believe in all

♪ All of love's glory

♪ So don't you
try and talk me down

♪ I'm not afraid to stumble

♪ Baby I can fall

♪ Oh my tender dreams

♪ I gave them
such fragile wings

♪ And I sent them
up to heaven...

I have something
to tell you.

♪ And I watched them falter
against the sky

I know.

♪ But baby I

♪ I believe in all

♪ All of love's glory

♪ I gave that promise
to the rain

♪ I'm not afraid to stumble ♪