All language subtitles for 303 This is how a heart Breaks

Cover fire. Cover fire! Right there!

Keep firing!

- Get down!
- Now!

- Move.
- He's right there.

He's right there.

Stop!

Ah!

Careful.

Okay.

This is truly magnificent.

I don't know what to say.

I do, yuck.

Cavanaugh's gonna kill you
for this junk.

This is a Gia Dupont original.

I should've brought you to museums.
Then maybe you'd appreciate art.

What, so a decomposing Pinto is art?
Least you bought American.

I bet you could've gotten
a Ted Williams original.

I don't know that artist.

He drove a homerun 502 feet
into the bleachers at Fenway.

You put that ball on display,
you'll have grown men weeping.

Oh, it's too bad we have a case.
I could stare at this for hours.

Me too. Hey. Don't touch.

- Ugh. I hate taggers.
- It's not tagging. It's graffiti.

- Same thing.
- No, it is not.

What a powerful piece of street art.

What a powerful example
of felony vandalism.

Jane, this is contemporary art.

Says the woman
who paid $50,000 for old Pinto parts.

Banksy's street art starts
at a hundred thousand dollars.

- You don't know who that is?
- He's an urban artist.

I wouldn't pay for his old Pinto parts.

- Frankie.
- Yeah?

Come take photos of all this vandalism
for the Graffiti Task Force.

- You got it.
- And the homeless sometimes fight.

He a witness?

Says he was working late.
He heard some yelling.

I thought
it was a couple homeless vets...

- ...squabbling over a shopping cart.
- Why were you working late?

I'm preparing
for a big showing of my art.

Rizzoli would wanna attend that.
She's a budding art enthusiast.

- For real?
- For not real. Wha--? Go help Korsak.

- We just saw this in a different medium.
- You see my work?

- You're admitting to felony vandalism.
- No.

I did not put those posters up.

We catch you defacing property, you
won't have another art show, okay, pal?

Survives Fallujah to die on the streets of Boston.

Victim is Bernard Avery, 29.

He's still warm.
Rigor hasn't presented.

Some nasty wounds.

Vultures go through his stuff already?

Sad. We've got about 300 homeless vets
on the streets of Boston.

Sharp force trauma.

Chop wounds, puncture wounds.

Well, hey. Look at you. Bold.
You ready to call the weapons?

- You thinking two weapons?
- Maybe two killers.

There's only one set of shoe impressions.

Right. Those couldn't possibly
be bloody footprints.

- Rondo.
- Yo, Vanilla. Over here.

- Hey. What--?
- Come on, man. Let me go.

Rondo! Come back! Rondo, Rondo!

Got a tip on your murder. Your 5-O bro
act like we ain't family here. What's up?

This better be good, Rondo.

You are gonna wanna promote me
to Homicide, Vanilla.

- One of my CIs knows who the killer is.
- Well, how many you got?

As many as you need, baby. Heh.

Yo, Justin.

General Rondo.
Perimeter's clear, my man.

General?

Sure she's not Taliban, sir?

You can trust her. She works for me.
Don't you, private?

Wha--?

Work with me, Vanilla.

Yes.

General Rondo here tells me
that you could ID the killer?

Lance Corporal Justin Brown, ma'am.
Yes, I can.

Sergeant Avery
was KlA'd by an insurgent...

...dressed in Force Recon.

Take this. It contains classified intel.

- Really?
- I'm telling you.

He saw something.
The kid was a Marine Special Ops.

I got you, my man.

Your intel is safe with me.

Man, Homicide's hard up. Economy's
getting to you too, huh, Vanilla?

You know what? If you bring me a real
witness, I'll bring you some real money.

Centimeter and a half deep.

- Help me turn him over.
- Mm-hm.

So I'm seeing stab wounds...

...bruises, gashes.
That could be three different weapons.

Not necessarily. Bruises were likely
caused by a rounded instrument.

Yeah. That could be
from the handle of a hammer.

Stab wounds could be from the claw,
but it doesn't explain these gashes.

Gashes are consistent with a cleaver.

Or an ax.

Maura...

...what if the murder weapon
had an ax on one side...

...and, like, a narrow spike
on the other?

Like--What does that look like?
That look like a tomahawk to you?

There hasn't been a murder in Boston
by tomahawk since the Pequot tribe...

- ...attacked the colonists.
- Our victim is a vet. He's a Marine.

They issue tactical tomahawks
to Marines.

- Would that explain these injuries?
- Got a fresh one, Dr. Isles.

A guy collapsed in a cab on his way
to Logan. EMTs pronounced him.

- Put him on this table. Thank you.
- Dennis Rockmond, 37.

Oh. Kind of hot for a dead guy.

Hm.

Maura.

- Maura.
- What?

His penis has a pulse.

Oh, my God. He's alive.

Has an obstruction in his airway.
Might be bronchospasm.

- Where are the EMTs?
- How far away?

Five minutes. Maura, do something.

Someone needs
to perform a cricothyrotomy.

Oh. What about you?
You're here, you could do it.

- Okay, find me a slender tube.
- Where?

- The drawer.
- You have a lot.

Any tube that can create an airway,
a straw.

A straw. What, you got a milkshake?

- I need a tube.
- Okay, okay. Okay.

- A pen. I got it. I got a pen.
- Oh, God, I hate working on live people.

- What if I kill him again?
- Maura, just do it.

Okay.

Oh, come on, come on.

Maura, look. I think you did it.

You're okay. You're alive.

Two milligrams Salbutamol.
He's having bronchospasms.

- Well, that was exciting.
- You think we should bump fists?

- Oh.
- It is nice to save someone that handsome.

Really? So if he was ugly,
you would've let him die?

Of course not. Heh, heh.

Listen, get to work
on this other dead guy, okay?

Oh, Maura, check his pulse first.

I think our murder weapon
may be a tomahawk.

- Had them in 'Nam.
- To cut through the jungle?

To cut through people.

Maybe our victim had a tomahawk.
The military started reissuing in 2004.

Well, let's check his records.

Hey, I heard you and Dr. Isles
brought a zombie back to life.

- How did you know?
- News like that travels.

- Yeah. Hard and fast.
- Ha, ha, ha.

Does the fascination
with your ding-a-lings ever end?

- Nope.
- Ha, ha, ha.

I hope we're not looking
at a vet-on-vet murder.

Here's Bernard's military record.

It's clean. There. Three combat tours,
honorably discharged.

Any arrests since he's been back?

Trespassing, couple of street fights,
public drinking and disorderly.

No convictions though.

- We have pictures of his Marine squad?
- Yeah.

There he is holding his tomahawk. If he
brought it back, it wasn't in his cart.

Zoom in on the guy on his right.

That looks like Rondo's CI, Justin.

Lance Corporal Justin Brown.

Got his tomahawk strapped on.

We got our first suspect. Print that.

Bernard Avery's widow
is here to see you.

Korsak, come on.

Come on, Frankie, come help me
pick up a murder suspect.

Do you recognize any of the other men
in your husband's squad?

That's Justin, his best friend.

A lot of his squad was from home.

Makes it harder
if you have to see them die.

- That what happened on the third tour?
- They were on patrol.

They only had a week left.

And there was a suicide bomber
who blew himself up.

A lot of them died.

I'm sorry.

When Bernard came home,
he barely spoke.

Except to Justin.

He tried to get a job
but he was diagnosed with PTSD.

Was he treated for it?

A friend from my wives' support group
told me about this outreach center.

- Did it help?
- It seemed like it.

But he was kicked out
after a couple weeks.

Did your husband come back
with any weapons?

A tomahawk.

- Is that what killed him?
- Maybe.

I begged him to get rid of it.

It scared me, it scared our son.

But he said he didn't feel safe
without it.

When did your husband
become homeless?

About six months ago
after one of his nightmares.

He thought that there
was a suicide bomber in the house.

He was looking for his sniper rifle.

- He said he had to kill him.
- Kill who?

Kill-- Kill our son.

I knew I could lose him over there.

I never thought I'd lose him
when he finally came home.

- Didn't know you lost friends in Vietnam.
- I don't like to talk about it.

What happened
when you approached the checkpoint?

An IED went off,
right in front of the Humvee.

My sarge was hit.

Virtual reality therapy.

- But we're taking fire.
- It feels real.

But it isn't though.

What you're seeing
is a virtual simulation.

And this is Rob's experience in Iraq.
It's not yours. Yours will be different.

Dude, it's bad at first,
but gets a lot easier.

- I don't know.
- Look, confronting your fears--

You might wanna take Marlon
and go grab a cup of coffee.

I'm Dr. Bacal. How can I help you?

Boston Homicide. We'd like
to ask questions about Bernard Avery.

Don't tell me Bernard's been involved
in a homicide.

Actually, he is the homicide.

We found him hacked to death
in an alley this morning.

What can you tell us about him?

Not much. I tried to work with him, but
he was suspicious about psychologists.

Had one of our vets,
a lieutenant colonel, work with him.

- Can we speak with him, please?
- Sure.

- Come in.
- Colonel, I have two detectives here...

- ...to talk about Bernard Avery.
- Sure.

Colonel Jones. How are you, sir?

No complaints.

Except a sprained ankle.
You mind if I sit?

No, please.

- Hello, Jane.
- Hello, colonel.

We're here investigating the murder
of Bernard Avery.

Damn.

- What happened?
- Why was he kicked out of this program?

We had no choice. We had a new patient,
a Marine, from Bernard's unit.

Got into a fight over something
that happened in Fallujah.

- I had to ask them both to leave.
- Was his name Justin Brown?

No.

His name is Tyler Moore.
He lives at the Vet Center.

- Thank you, colonel, appreciate the help.
- Anytime.

Can you--?
Can you give me a minute?

Sure. I'll pull the car around.

- What the hell, Casey?
- Jane.

- How long have you been back?
- Few months.

And you didn't--? You couldn't--?

I've been really busy
with the Veterans' Center and--

Oh. No, because the last time
that we talked--

I was on assignment,
wasn't allowed to tell where I was sent.

Operation South Boston?

- It's a little complicated.
- Try me.

Things have changed, Jane,
but it's good to see you.

Can you close the door
on your way out?

Yes. It's good to see you too.

- Hi.
- The cute boy with the erection...

...is being discharged from the hospital.
He sent me these orchids.

Good. I wish him and his wang
a speedy recovery.

What's the matter?

I saw Casey.

What? Where? When?

He-- He's back in Boston.
Actually, he's been here for a while.

Jane. I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God.
Did you like him more than Dean?

- You did, didn't you?
- I've been waiting for him...

...to get back from Afghanistan, and....

And he did.

- What did he say?
- "Good to see you."

- That's bad.
- Maura.

- Ow. Ow.
- Want a real "ow"...

...wait till your zombie says,
"Oh, I'm really busy."

Maybe that's him.

It's Korsak.

He has our suspect in interroga--
I can't focus.

Go interrogate. The best antidote
for heartbreak is distraction.

Okay. The only reason that I'm going is
because if I don't...

...I'm afraid I'm gonna spend the rest
of my life curled up on your couch.

- And your couch blows.
- Heh.

- Hello, Tyler.
- Private First Class Tyler Moore.

United States Marine Corps.

Semper Fi.

I didn't kill Bernard.

You're not a suspect, but we would like
to know why there was bad blood.

It's because of what he did.
Or didn't do.

What didn't he do?

We were on patrol.

Bernard was covering our advance.

He saw the suicide bomber coming.
He didn't take the shot.

Is that what put you in that chair?

Yeah.

Killed six guys. And Bernard came home
without a scratch.

And if I wasn't in this chair,
I would have killed him.

What about Justin?
He feel the same way?

Justin's brains were scrambled.
They were buddies.

I hope they both go to hell.

It won't make the pain go away, Tyler.

Excuse me.

- What's up, Frost?
- We found Justin.

Still saying that Bernard
was murdered by insurgents?

He's not saying anything, Jane.

He's dead.

Justin's injuries are similar to Bernard's.

So they were both killed
with a tactical tomahawk.

You're fixated on Casey.
Why don't you just talk to him?

I would rather juggle your scalpels.

- Don't you wanna know?
- It's over.

University of Missouri researchers say
that men avoid intimate conversations.

Really? What a surprising outcome.

He doesn't deserve you, Jane.

Can you please distract me with some
sort of scientific mumbo jumbo?

See the scarring in Bernard's lungs?

I'm doing testing. It could be war lung.
We're seeing it in a lot soldiers.

Think of all the things we'd avoid if men
would just talk instead of going to war.

Here are Justin's lungs.

- No sign of war lung.
- That doesn't make any sense.

They served together,
so they'd be exposed to the same toxins.

- Shouldn't they both have it?
- Yeah.

Our medical miracle is here to thank us.
Come on.

Ugh. I'm keeping my distance.
I'm afraid of that erection.

He's a little sexier alive.

- Hello. I'm Dr. Isles.
- I remember you.

Are you checking his pulse?

Thank you for saving my life.

- And you too, detective.
- Oh, no, I am not a hugger.

Oh, okay.

Well, this is for you.

- Thank you.
- Well, I heard what you did for me...

...with, you know, that pen.

How's your throat?

It's a little sore. Otherwise, I feel great.

How did you get a Gia Dupont?

Why? Shocked to see
such a contemporary masterpiece...

- ...in a lowly police station?
- No.

You should be. I'd like to dismantle it.

- Official police business coming through.
- Ahem. Excuse me.

- Damn shame about Justin.
- Yeah, I'm sorry, Rondo.

Who's this?

Oh. This is Sour Grapes,
another one of my CIs.

- We go way back.
- I played the blues with this dude.

He could sing the panties right off you.
Boston's Barry White right here.

- That was another life.
- Hey, hey.

You're Raymond Washington.

Oh, my God, Jane.

- It's true about the panties.
- Ma.

Your father and I used
to go see him all the time at the Beehive.

Tommy was conceived when--
No, I think it was Frankie.

Ma. Can we get these gentlemen
some coffee?

Sure. Coffee.

I'd prefer a glass of Shiraz
and a doughnut.

- Mm-mm-mm. Delish.
- Are you checking out my mother's--?

I see the apple bottom doesn't fall
far from the Rizzoli tree.

- Stop.
- Okay.

- What did you see?
- He killed Justin.

- Who?
- Pope John Paul.

I think it's the second one.

You understand that CI
does not mean crazy individual?

It stands for confidential informant.

Which means he provides information
to solve a homicide.

But there's something here, Vanilla.

I just don't know what it is.

Okay.

So the man you saw
looked like the pope?

No, I'm saying he is the pope.

Cruising around in his pope-mobile.

Taking out homeless folks.

- It's nice to meet you, Grapes.
- Wait, wait, wait. That's it.

There's this white dude, self-appointed
sheriff of Homeless Town.

He reminds me of that pope too.

- Okay, okay, I'll check it out.
- Oh, hey. Check this out too.

I got me a gut feeling
it means something.

Justin's intel.

I'll check it out if you promise
to sing for me one day.

No, no, no.
I'm not making that promise.

Okay, but give it to me. I'll look into it.

Okay?

Thank you, Rondo.

It's beautiful.

- Who's the artist?
- Um....

Me. I call it The Healing Hand.
Seems fitting to give it to you.

Thank you.

Sculpting is just a hobby.
I talk for a living.

Oh, I know.

Unleash Your Inner Real Winning Self.

I, um.... I Googled you.

I guess you know I was heading
to Akron...

...for a speaking engagement
before this.

Your vocal folds are only temporarily
inflamed. You had too much Inderal.

Wait, how did you find that
on Google?

Oh. Well, I had to look at your,
you know, medical records...

...you know,
just to fill out your paperwork, so....

- Do you have plans tonight?
- Um....

Can I buy you dinner?

If you promise not to die on me again.

- That's a deal.
- Okay.

- So 7:00?
- Yeah. I'll see you then.

- Okay.
- All right.

Oh, excuse me.

- Angela.
- Who was that?

Look what I made:
cannoncini alla crema pasticcera.

Wow.

I wish Jane could meet
a tall drink of water like that.

Maybe if she learned
how to make a puff pastry.

Oh, I know. Especially after what happened
with Casey.

Start talking.

Hey. We know any neighborhood
watch guys that look like the pope?

- Benedict?
- No. John Paul Il.

Got a witness who says he saw
our suspect rousting homeless guys.

We have all the neighborhood
watch volunteers on file. Let's look.

Can you do a split-screen of the picture
of that guy and one of the pope?

Jeff Miller.

Hm.

- See what he drives.
- Pulling his DMV record.

Drives a white Dodge van
with a bubble top sunroof.

Your witness say that the bad guy
drove the pope-mobile too?

Why, yes, he did. Maybe Jeff Miller
went from volunteer to vigilante.

All this reminds me of an agora.

- An ancient Greek marketplace.
- Not many people know that.

Oh. I bet you the Greeks...

...didn't have chili dogs like these.
These are the best in Boston.

Hot dogs are made from the gonads,
intestines and eyeballs...

...of hoofed animals.

Well, they're still amazing.

- Heh, heh. No.
- Okay, let's take a look at the art first.

- I'm sorry.
- No. Heh, heh, heh.

Wow. What an exceptional piece.

And you have exceptional hands.

I would love to sculpt them.

What's the wildest, most outrageous
thing you've ever done?

Um-- Hm....

I.... I rode nude on a horse
at an equine dressage event.

- Wow.
- Heh, heh, heh.

Well, I was protesting budget cuts
to my college equestrian team.

Come on. I think it's time for you
to do something outrageous again.

What?

- That's impressive.
- Come on.

Wow. What a beautiful view of the city.

Hey, be my lookout.

What?

No. No, you can't do that.
That's illegal.

Art is not a crime.

Come on.
Take a walk on the wild side.

It's not like we're killing anyone.

All right.

Take that.

No, no, no. I can't do that.

I am the chief medical examiner
of Massachusetts.

Tonight, you are a street artist.

Drop the can.

Hands on top of your head.
Turn around slowly.

Oh. That's not good.

Oh. You have no idea.

"Get the human trash off our streets."

We found Mr. Neighborhood Watch.

Piece of scum. You leave my people alone.

Keep your jackets on, guys. I got this.
Hiya--

Hiyah!

- Hi-yah to you too, dirtbag.
- Okay. Step back, sir.

Take this homeless sack to jail.

- You okay?
- I can't even feel it.

- Where were you two nights ago?
- Doing your job.

Chasing scum with citizen fighters.
They'll vouch for me.

You think you're gonna pin murders
on me, you got another thing coming.

We start with an arrest for assault
and battery with a dangerous weapon.

- What dangerous weapon?
- That leg is damn dangerous.

Thank you.

You look nice.

Thank you.

- So your heart's on the mend, I guess.
- My Go--

- Maura told you about Casey.
- Can't believe Charles...

- ...would treat you like that.
- Ma.

I wish you would confide in me.

I'm right here.

- Really?
- Really.

I'm thinking of becoming a nun.

\Oh, baby.

Why would you tell my mother
about Casey?

Sorry. Jane, look.

Oh, okay, no problem. Not mad.

Why don't you tell her I got a vibrator?
Frankie wrote you up for vandalism?

- What? Maura, you were tagging?
- I was with Dennis.

Never date a zombie.

- They have no respect for the law.
- Jane, I have a confession. I liked it.

I liked it. I liked breaking the law.
Made me feel like who I used to be.

- Someone who took chances.
- Someone who commits felonies...

- ...and can't keep her mouth shut.
- I just said I was sorry.

- Sorry to interrupt.
- That's okay.

We're just discussing the case
of the Lovesick Blabbermouth Tagger.

Oh.

You have results
from Bernard Avery's lung biopsy?

Yes. It wasn't war lung.

Toluene, acetone, propane
and butane.

- What? Was he huffing?
- No. It's spray paint.

He was exposed to a lot of it
over the course of months, maybe years.

You think Bernard was a tagger?

That's why he was in the alley.
This is a street beef.

- Is that a food truck?
- Bernard was spray painting...

...over another tagger's.

And he always had his tomahawk
with him.

Well, I wish that I could help you
solve these murders, but I'll be in jail.

Give me that.
Use a tomahawk on my brother.

- It could be a rival tagger, right?
- Yeah.

These are all the graffiti photos
Frankie took at the crime scene.

"Ra-na-om."

You think yogis are tagging now?

"Random," bro. It says "Random."

Random. Hm.

Frankie, get in here.

Oh, am I in trouble?

Yes. You're charging the chief
medical examiner with tagging?

Can you turn your heads?
I need to hi-yah my brother.

It's bogus.

I wrote it up to get her
and her boyfriend off the street.

Meant to tell her. Sorry.

I'll tell her.

- I keep seeing this one: "Penance."
- Hm.

There's no match
in the graffiti database.

And this one too: "Blister."

"Dizzy Monocles."

- "Dizzy Monkey," dude. Can't you read?
- Not graffiti.

Blister's name is Steve Bogart.

He was a tagger.
Now he's a documentary filmmaker.

Been shooting Boston's graffiti scene
for the last year.

We ever pick him up?

Doesn't look like it.

Wait, this is interesting.

He's listed on a police report
as a victim.

Of assault and battery.

Look who the assailant was.
Bernard Avery. How did we miss that?

- We ran Bernard's record.
- Bernard wasn't charged.

Steve Bogart refused to prosecute.

Maybe because he wanted
to handle it himself with a tomahawk.

Maybe. I'll get a warrant.
We'll go pick him up.

Let's do this.

- Watch yourself.
- Even with a warrant?

Yeah. When he swings that tomahawk,
hold up that piece of paper.

I hate these loft apartments.

Clear!

Clear!

They weren't just looking for something.
They broke all his equipment.

You hear that?

Yeah.

It's coming from over there.

Frankie!

Frankie,
let's wait for the HAZMAT team.

Must've snuck up
and clunked him over the head.

- Didn't even get to drink his beer.
- Does it look like Steve Bogart?

Looks kind of like corned beef
and cabbage.

Ugh.

I love Humboldt fog.

I'm so glad that you're not mad at me
for getting you into trouble.

Heh. Jane is looking into it for us.
Hoping we can do community service.

I wouldn't worry. I know
several prominent defense attorneys.

Ha, ha, ha. Hope that's not necessary.

Oh. Uh--

I--I can turn the air on
if it's warm in here.

- No, it's fine.
- Wow.

You really do have good circulation. Heh.

I'm sorry. I hope
I'm not making you uncomfortable.

I thought that
since I'm asking you to be nude...

...then, you know, I should be too.

Um....

Pablo Picasso did say,
"Art is dangerous." Heh.

Why not? We're going to jail anyway.

The skull has gaping wounds...

...produced from the blade
of a heavy weapon.

Could it be from, oh, I don't know,
a tomahawk? Just a wild guess.

Well, perhaps
I could confirm the weapon...

...if you told me
what my future wardrobe is.

Forest green jumpsuit
for my prison stay...

...or the florescent orange
for my mandated trash collecting?

Does the zombie wanna know too?

Oh, I forgot to tell you,
he sculpts in the nude.

I wanna hear everything, after we
catch the tomahawk killer. Focus.

I can't concentrate. The thought
of my impending incarceration--

Stop.

Okay, you're right.
Martha Stewart flourished in jail.

But she was in a minimum security.
Where do taggers go?

Ugh. Can you please just tell me
if the wounds on Steve Bogart...

...are from the same weapon
that killed Justin and Bernard?

- Let me guess, he smells?
- Yes.

I really am preoccupied.
Don't you smell it?

- It's acetic acid.
- Huh.

- Cool?
- Well, it is.

It tells me he was killed
more than 72 hours ago.

What? Three days ago?

Wait, so Steve here was killed
before Justin and Bernard?

Oh, I forgot something. The summons
that Frankie wrote you was a fake.

You can wear your McQueen
on your next date.

Oh, my God. I'm so relieved.

I can feel my cortisol level dropping.

Wait, why did you let me suffer?

Trying to scare you straight.

I will never tag again.

Just don't gossip with my mother.

That too.

Killer was looking for something.

Maybe Bogart caught something
on tape.

Yeah, but what?
He didn't catch either murder on tape.

He was already cooking in his Jacuzzi
when Bernard and Justin were whacked.

What are you doing
with this bust-up keyboard here?

It was Justin's. Let me see it.

He said it contained classified intel.

Bernard trusted him. Maybe....

Maybe the killer was looking for this.

See what's on it.

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

- Man, love your work.
- Thanks.

Here's my autograph.

Thanks.

Next.

Thanks.

Hey, how are you?

Canvases are selling for 25K each.

They'll be worth triple that
once my posters have been marketed.

You'll have to wait in line.

I think it's time
we told this fancy crowd...

- ...who this talented artist is.
- They know. It's me.

Go ahead, Frost.

Why do you paint that boy?

- What is this?
- Steve Bogart's last documentary.

To give him peace.

You know how they make
an 8-year-old boy a suicide bomber?

They tell him that the infidels will die,
but he won't.

He was staring right at me
when his face blew apart.

So calm.

That's why he was so haunted.

He couldn't kill that little boy.

- You've depicted that pain in your art.
- It's not art!

And you can tell that guy
that he can't have it.

You can't have it. It's not for sale!

I let my friends die.

Stop recording.

Stop recording.

Look, give me the video card.

Give me the video card.

Justin, take it.

You couldn't break through as an artist.
Didn't have the talent. Bernard did.

He showed up, started painting
million-dollar art in your alley.

- You're crazy.
- Triple homicide. That's crazy.

You killed Steve because he had footage
of Bernard painting.

Bernard didn't want your money.
You had to kill him to get these canvases.

And you killed Justin, a witness.

- You can't prove anything.
- Oh, I think we can.

Note to self:
Always get rid of the murder weapon.

You're gonna be famous after all.
Cuff him.

Come on.

Thank you.

I've been having this conversation
in my head.

- It's not a good time.
- I understand that it's not a good time...

...to talk when you're 6000 miles away
and people are shooting at you.

But you came home,
and you didn't tell me.

- I don't understand why.
- Don't wanna have this conversation.

Casey, you and I have been friends
since high school.

And then
when we saw each other again...

...I wasn't some goofy freshman...

...and you weren't Mr. Big-Man-on-Campus
anymore.

We were just people.

Two people that had been through
some bad things.

I--I fell in love with you.

Jane, please.

And I know you did. I know it.

Because they sent you
to some godforsaken war-torn desert...

...and you kept calling me,
to hear my voice.

And then I stopped, didn't I?

I have your phone number.

If I'd wanted to see you....

If I had anything to offer you,
I would have reached out. But I didn't.

And I don't.

The only people in my life
I have room for are these wounded vets.

I'm sorry, Jane.

I'm sorry too.

You're a fool.

Ahem. Well, that was a great idea.
He said I was the girl of his dreams.

Maybe it's just too hard for him
to be in a relationship.

Yeah. With me, ever.

Jane, I'm so sorry.

Let's go do something crazy.

You feel like tagging?

- No. God, no. Not that crazy. Ha, ha, ha.
- Ha, ha, ha.

Oh, so you mean like graham crackers
and canned frosting crazy?

- And a box of Shiraz.
- Ha, ha, ha.

- It's a little too peppery and full-bodied--
- Work with me.

- Okay. Okay.
- Okay.