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[clanging in the distance]

[door buzzing]

- Hey!

They're ready for you.

- Ladies and gentlemen, she will rob you bitches blind...

Miss Robyn Blind!

♪ We've got something going ♪

♪ Something special's growing, baby, yeah ♪

♪ I'm riding on your rhythm ♪

♪ Taking this chance to show it, baby ♪

♪ Now you're making a move, I feel it ♪

♪ You want me, I know it, for sure you can get me ♪

♪ I'm here for you, oh, just step this way ♪

♪ 'Cause there's a feeling in my heart ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ So, come on, get up Work with me, baby ♪

♪ Life is a dancefloor ♪

♪ So won't you shake it with me ♪

♪ So whatever happens ♪

♪ Life is just a dancefloor ♪

♪ So come on, come on and shake it with me ♪

♪ Come on and work with me, baby ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ S come on, get up work with me baby ♪

♪ Life is a dancefloor ♪

♪ So won't you shake it with me ♪

♪ So whatever happens ♪

♪ Life is just a dancefloor So come on, come on and shake it with me ♪

♪ Work with me baby ♪

♪ So won't you shake it with me ♪

♪ So whatever happens ♪

♪ Come on and dance with me So come on ♪

♪ So come on, so come on get up ♪♪♪

[cheering, applause]

- So we're at Blockbuster Video, right?

'Cause this was the 90s. - The 1890s.

- Bitch, do you wanna hear my story or not?

- Tell your story, mama.

- So Derek goes, "Oh! Sophie's Choice. I've heard of this movie.

It's supposed to be hilarious." - Shut up.

- So we go down to my parents' basement, roll a joint and start the movie.

And say nothing. - You seen my bag?

- Don't even look at each other.

Until we're three hours in, and Meryl's like in the camps or whatever,

and finally I turn to Derek and I go, "Girl, I don't think this is a comedy."

- Shut up! - Lies and fairytales...

- It's the damn truth. You want me to call Derek?

- Dammit, Layla! These are all wet.

- Girl, change at home like the rest of us.

- It's ten below zero. My nipples are gonna freeze right off.

- A loan, bitch!

Dry clean only.

- Wait a minute now.

[belches] - Ooh, girl!

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, look at her!

- Hey, sweetheart!

Sweetheart.

You all by yourself?

[laughter] Well, excuse me very much.

- No, no, no! - What, I say the wrong thing?

Or you just deaf or somethin'? [glass breaking]

- Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I hurt your feelings?

You feelin' pressed?

- That's a freakin' dude! - Nice one, Matty.

- No need to be embarrassed.

Maybe your lil' guy knows somethin' you don't.

- Excuse me? - Pheromones, baby.

Facts are facts.

- What did you say? - What? You gonna hit a lady?

- You ain't no lady! You're a freak.

- Your mother's a freak. - Taxi!

- Guys, come on. - I'm fine, let go of me.

Ya freak!

Guys, keep goin', I'm gonna get him home.

- Yeah, man. [guys laughing]

- [indistinct] [taxi driver]: Yup.

[indistinct chatter]

- Man, I feel a little bit down.

[sirens wailing in the distance]

[phone beeping]

- Dammit. Come on...

- Hey. Hey, you okay?

- Tip top, honey.

- Alright, good.

- Look, I'm sorry about my brother,

he's a dick when he's pissed.

- What's his excuse the rest of the time?

[chuckles] - I dunno.

Hey, how far are you goin'?

- Dorchester.

- Do you want a ride? Mine's pullin' up right now.

- No, thanks.

I mean, you sure? I'm in Quincy.

It's on the way.

C'mon, it's freezin' out here. Come on.

Hey, bro, it's gonna be two stops actually.

- No problem. - I'm Jamie.

- Robyn.

- Nice to meet you, Robyn.

[clicking on phone]

- I don't do chasers. So we're clear.

- Sorry?

- You're not getting laid tonight.

[chuckles]

- I was just tryin' to be a gentleman.

What? Why's that so hard to believe?

- Occam's razor.

- That what you use to get all silky smooth?

- It's a philosophical principle.

It means the simplest explanation is usually the right one.

- Hmm.

- I've had enough experience with boys like you.

Supposedly straight men with a weakness

for girls with a little somethin' extra?

- Did you uh, get rid of it?

- First of all, that is not something you ask a lady you just met.

- Sorry, you're right. [laughs]

Uh, I had a few. - Mm-hmm.

- And no.

I like mine just fine.

[laughs]

Thanks.

- Uh, you know, stay safe.

- All right, one drink. [chuckles]

One.

- Uh, look, no disrespect but I'm not...

I don't, uh...

- Finish your sentences?

[door creaking, keys rattling]

[soft music]

[grunts]

[sighs]

[door creaking, banging]

- Oh, you pee like a man today?

- You can't let him in here! He's the dude that...

- This is for my brother. [grunts]

I should have done this the first time.

You hear me?

[coughing] - Alright, that's enough.

Hey! - You hear me?

- Hey, hey. - Let go of me!

- Come on! [man spits]

[painful groans, coughing]

Get out of here!

[door closing]

[theme music]

I could say, "I lost my wedding ring." Right?

Simple past tense.

Maybe I lost it Monday, and found it on Tuesday.

We don't know.

Or I can use present perfect

if the ring is still missing.

"I have lost my wedding ring."

- That's why you don't wear yours, teacher?

- Well, Svetlana, I don't have a wedding ring.

This is hypothetical.

How was your weekend? You see what's his name?

Finance guy? - Nah. He flaked again.

I think it's over. - Awe.

- What about you, though?

- I broke my own rule and fooled around with a chaser.

- A who? - You know,

like a guy with a drag queen fetish.

- Oh. You meet him at the club?

- Oh God, no. Total closet case.

Married, even.

- Wait, Kevin! - I know, I know.

There was just somethin' about him, okay?

Good Will Hunting vibes.

- Oh, she's in love.

- She is not. She's a realist.

[TV beeping]

[doorbell ringing]

Yeah. - Um, Robyn?

It's Jaime from last weekend.

Look, I'm not like

a creep or anything, I swear.

I just I had your address saved in my Uber

and I was nearby.

You're probably busy, I'm sorry.

- No, no, it's okay. Just...

could you come back in like half an hour?

Hi.

- I, uh... I grabbed these.

Thanks.

- Out with your buddies again?

- Uh, yeah, I was. - Hmm.

- There you go.

It's a nice place.

- Hasn't changed much.

Guess you were a little distracted.

Last time.

- You by yourself here?

- Just my name on the lease.

- And what name is that?

- Kevin.

- Kevin.

And what's he like?

- Dull. But he pays the bills.

- Hmm.

[scoffs]

That supposed to be like a joke or something?

- Yeah, honey, it's called a pun.

[chuckles] - I know what a pun is, thanks.

- I bet you do.

So, this is me.

I could use a bit of a heads up next time.

Or look, Snapchat's easier.

So your wife's not stumbling on your texts.

Unless it's a husband?

You're lucky, though. One more week and I would've pawned it.

She notice it missing yet?

- She's dead.

Car accident. Last year.

- Oh, God. I'm sorry.

- No, it's okay. - I didn't mean--

- No, listen, forget it. Okay? Really.

Truth is, I, I, I... I really can't be doin' this.

It's not me.

I'll show myself out.

[door creaking, closing]

- I grew up in the Bay area. Came out east for college.

Never left. - And you like consulting?

- I do, yeah.

But seriously, though, I think that teachers are the real heroes.

What do you do for fun? - Oh, you know. Usual stuff.

Movies, concerts, masturbate. [laughs]

I also perform on the weekends.

- Oh, dope. You a musician?

- I do drag actually.

- Really?

Um, no, I just... I dunno.

I guess I'm not into the whole fem scene.

- Masc for masc only?

[phone buzzing]

- You know, actually, I gotta pee.

Take it.

- Hello? - Hi, Kevin?

Um, it's Jamie.

You'll have to be a little more specific.

- Ah, I guess, it was about a month ago.

I came over and...

- And I never heard from you again.

"'Cause 'this isn't you."

- Yeah, I, uh... I just...

I dunno.

I was out tonight and I was just wonderin'...

what you were doin' later?

- Lemme call you back.

[soft music]

[sighs]

[TV playing indistinctly]

[doorbell ringing]

- Go home, Jamie.

- Come on. It's me.

- And you're three hours late.

- Yeah, I know. I got held up.

- Screw you.

- Hey! Hey!

[knocking on door] What you doin' in there? Let me in.

Come on. Come on!

- What the hell is wrong with you?!

You wanna get me evicted?

- You should've let me in the first time.

- I don't want you here. I'm done.

I'm done. - Come on. Don't be like that.

Hey, hey. Come on. My brother called, all right?

We had a mess with one of the supply trucks,

I had to go all the way back to the warehouse.

- What the hell do you think I do all day, huh?

You think I'm sittin' around in high whore drag reclining on a chaise lounge

just waiting for you to pop by? - No!

- All of this? Takes work.

And I don't work for free.

- Look. - You wanna see me, come to Matterhorn.

- Oh, right. - Pay for a ticket like everyone else.

- Sure. - Buy me a real drink for once.

- You think this is easy for me, huh?

Do you have any idea what Matty would say if he knew where I was right now?

- Who the hell cares, Jamie?! - I do. I care.

He's the only family I've got.

He raised me since I was 10 years old.

- Look...

we've had fun, yeah?

But facts are facts.

We both know this ain't real.

So let's cut our losses, yeah?

Before someone gets hurt?

[sighs]

[handcuffs rattling]

- What the hell happened to your face?

- Nothing. I tripped.

[door opening]

Just let it go.

[lawyer sighs]

♪ Yes, I'm a liberated woman ♪

♪ But that shouldn't make you be so cold ♪

♪ I can't let you use me just to play the role ♪

♪ I'm in control ♪

♪ We gotta hit it off ♪

♪ Before we could think about gettin' it on ♪

♪ Before we could think about gettin' it on ♪

♪ I said, we gotta hit it off ♪

♪ Before we could think about gettin' it on ♪

♪ Well, well, well ♪

♪ Now don't you think I'm not attracted to you ♪

♪ Lord knows I think you're fine ♪

♪ But with all due respect to you ♪

I don't let my body rule my mind ♪

[cheering] ♪ Yes, I'm a liberated woman ♪

♪ Liberated woman ♪

♪ That shouldn't make you be so cold ♪

♪ Cold ♪

♪ I can't let you use me just to play the role ♪

♪ I'm in control ♪

♪ We gotta hit it off ♪

♪ Before we could think about gettin' it on ♪

♪ Well, well, well ♪

- I'm not gonna be able to do this! - You'll get there.

[laughing]

[Kevin, singing]: ♪ We got to hit it off ♪

♪ Before we can talk about getting it on ♪

- Thank you.

You ever sing? In your shows?

- Oh, God, no. Lip-sync only.

- You got such a nice voice though.

- You're sweet.

I could never.

- Hmm.

I didn't think you were scared of anything. [Kevin chuckles softly]

= I like to keep it separate, I guess.

Onstage I get to be someone else.

- Hmm... - That's the fun.

You never tried it?

As a kid? - What?

- Momma's high heels? - No.

You don't get it. Where I'm from...

- You think it was easy in Alabama?

[chuckles] - Right.

My dad used to work for a vendor when we were kids

and shipments would come in

and we would go down to Haymarket with the truck.

[laughs]

And I used to love polishing the watermelons,

I know but like...

arranging 'em in the crates and whatnot.

I remember once

Matty snapped at me

and he's like, "Enough already," you know?

"Nobody cares what they look like.

You look like a queer."

I remember even then, it was like...

- But I'm not the first, right?

[sighs]

- I dunno.

It just never seemed right, you know?

I mean...

men, women,

somethin' was always...

wrong.

Not this, you know.

- Words are never perfect.

Even when you're a fluent speaker.

There are times where you don't know how to say the thing you really want.

Don't be afraid to get creative.

Use the words you do know, right?

- Yesterday, I go to the grocery.

- Uh-huh. - Uh, I want to buy a chicken.

- Chicken? Sounds delicious.

- But I can't remember how to say chicken.

- Uh-huh. And what did you do?

Bless his heart, he grabs a carton of eggs, right?

- Uh-huh. - Goes up to the cashier.

Points at the eggs and says, "Where's momma? - What?

- "Where's momma?" - He did not!

- "Where's momma?" - The best part... wait, wait.

This poor lady just looks at him and says,

"Uh, I dunno know sir. Probably dead?"

- What? [laughing]

- What?

- Shoot, I just realized I left my charger at school.

I should probably grab it, but lunch tomorrow?

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Muah, Muah.

Bye, boo. - Bye.

[Jamie and woman talking indistinctly]

[woman]: It's not raining.

- These TV weather guys... they don't know what they're doing.

- Your receipt is in the bag. Have a good day.

- Excuse me.

- Hi there. Need some help?

- Yeah, I was just wondering if these are all the sizes you have?

- Uh, which size are you lookin' for?

Depends on the cut. I'm usually a 10 or a 12.

- Oh, uh. - Wow, this one's gorgeous too.

More my color.

What is this, an 8?

- Lemme check in the back, yeah?

My name's Natalie if you uh, need anything else.

- Actually, if you're not too busy I could use an extra pair of eyes?

- Gotta tell you, I lasted one summer in retail. Barely.

- Oh, come on. It's not that bad.

- Placating the masses is not for the faint of heart.

Okay. Ready or not.

Whaddya think?

- Okay, first of all, screw you for having better legs than me. - Oh, you hush.

- You think I'm joking?

- I have eyes, sis.

I know when you're not giving shop girl realness you drive the boys crazy.

We'll go clubbin' together sometime. You'll see.

- I think that my, uh... clubbing days are over.

- He can't survive one night without you?

- Okay. I know that I'm paid to say this

but this is really stunning. - Mm-hmm.

- You been married long?

- Eight years.

- Wow. Kids?

But you want them?

I'm so sorry, that's none of my business.

I didn't mean-- - You're fine.

Um... so I actually need to start closing up.

But do you think that you wanna take one of the dresses?

- You work on commission, right?

I'll take both.

- Sir, really, you... you don't need to do that.

- They're both gorgeous! And I'm greedy.

You goin' straight home now?

I'm not tryin' to get in your pants.

Trust.

- You're too much, you know that?

Guilty as charged.

- You like champagne?

- Oh, don't tell me we're the good time.

- Thank you, have a great night.

We can't afford IVF, so I just Google.

Herbal stuff. Supplements. You go down a rabbit hole.

- And no luck?

- I got pregnant again last summer.

Three weeks later, giant SUV plows into me on the Mass pike.

- Oh, God. - Yeah.

- The worst part is I can tell my husband's mad I'm not over it.

- How could you be? - I dunno know. It's just ...

it's been rough lately. Everything's an argument.

He's hammered every chance he gets.

- So sorry.

- He's got... trauma.

From when he was a kid.

Some queer sicko.

I'm not anti-gay, I just...

I'm anti pervert, you know? - He was abused?

- We're married three years before I even got him to admit there was somethin'.

Oh, look at me, Debbie Downer over here.

What about you?

Do you have anybody special in your life?

- Nah. I thought so maybe.

But the guy turned out to be married.

- Hmm, classic.

- Even told me his wife was dead.

- No. For real?

God... Men are trash.

You know? No offence but...

- Hey, facts are facts.

So were there any, um... clues?

- Oh, plenty.

Should've been obvious.

I just didn't wanna see it. You know?

- Yeah, I know.

[Tv playing indistinctly, door rattling]

[door closing]

- Hey.

- Long day? -Yeah, it was all right.

[beer bottlecap tinkling]

Did you eat yet?

[turns off the TV]

- I wanna try counselling again.

- Okay, can we not do this now? Please.

- It doesn't have to be Dr. Bristol. It can be someone you like.

- Like I said before, if you wanna go get your head shrunk, nobody's stopping you.

But I don't need some smartass pervert

asking me a bunch of sick questions.

- He's not a pervert, Jamie. He's just doin' his job.

- I just walked in the door, you're already pickin' a fight?

- Well, I'd rather talk about this now while you can still string a sentence together.

- It's one beer, all right?! You know what?

[glass breaking]

You happy?!

I'm sorry.

[sighs]

I haven't eaten since noon.

I'll think about it, okay? I will.

How many times I have to tell you to pack a freakin' protein bar.

You with low blood sugar: not sexy.

[Jamie sighs]

You been watchin' Dr. Phil or somethin'?

- Hm?

- All the therapy talk.

- Oh...

No. I, um...

I just had a moment with a customer today.

It was sweet actually. Ended up talkin' to him for a while.

- Him? - He was gay, relax.

- Hmm.

- In fact, he was in there pickin' out a dress.

Point is um, it got me thinkin'...

we can't keep doin' this.

Same fights, over and over.

You know I love you

but facts are facts.

[soft dramatic music]

- Listen, I know what you did. And you had no right, you hear me?

This is not a game. This is my life.

And what, now you're too afraid to pick up the damn phone? Huh?

I know where to find you.

[keys clacking softly]

[sighs]

- What the hell?

- You tell me, Jamie.

- You stalked my wife! - And you told me she was dead.

What kinda sick sociopath.

- Oh, for God's sake, I didn't know you from Adam!

- Oh, sure. - You were sittin' there crackin' jokes,

readin' me like a book. - Turns out I had you pegged at the jump.

Just another tragic closeted queen.

- You know what?

I love Natalie in a way you could never understand.

- Then grow some balls and tell her the truth.

Cowardice isn't kind. - Cowardice? Really?

Four months, this is the first time I've seen you no makeup.

Why is that, huh? - What's that got to do with--

- 'Cause you're puttin' on an act just like everyone else.

Only you think you're all high and mighty.

Callin' me a coward 'cause I don't prance around for a bunch of queers

like some transvestite hooker? Are you serious?

Some of us have a little self-respect.

- Who was it, Jamie?

- What? -Family friend?

Little league coach?

Yeah, she told me. But you listen to me.

Whatever happened to you didn't make you gay.

That's not how it works.

So you wanna spend the rest of your life living a lie,

stick your head in the sand, be my guest,

but that's the opposite of self-respect.

[phone ringing]

[deep, trembling breath]

[line ringing]

What do you want? - I told Natalie.

- What do you mean?

- I mean she knows. Everything.

- You're serious?

- Mm-hmm.

- Where is she?

- She went to her sister's.

She wants me out by the morning.

Can... can we just go away together?

Please?

I'll pick you up in the morning, first thing. 8 am.

Please?

I need you.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

[dramatic music]

- You should eat something. - Thanks.

[sobbing]

- Hey. Hey.

Listen to me.

It's feelin' like you burned it all down and there's nothing left?

That's freedom.

The day Natalie Walsh was murdered,

you and Jamie arranged to meet in person at Merrymount Park?

- Yes. - To discuss what?

- Our relationship, I guess. I'd found out he was married.

I was upset.

- In fact, you'd stalked Mrs. Walsh, hadn't you?

You'd shown up at her place of work.

Tried to befriend her.

You'd become obsessed.

- No. It wasn't like that.

I told him it was over. We argued and I left.

- After which, he returned home,

bludgeoned Natalie Walsh to death

and immediately called you, again.

Because he needed help dumping the body.

- No, that's not what he said. - Really?

Where did you think you were going?

- My dad used to take us here,

before he died.

Me and Matty, we'd race each other, swimmin' across.

I brought Natalie once.

It's where I asked her to marry me.

- You did the right thing.

For both of you.

[Jamie breathes deeply] I promise.

[sighs] - I'm not a coward.

- I know. - I'm not...

You love me?

- Yes. - No matter what?

- Of course.

- I didn't tell Natalie.

She already knew.

- What?

- After...

we met in the park.

When I got home, she was waitin' for me.

She'd followed me somehow. I don't know how but... but

she'd seen us together.

- You mean she...

- Yeah, she already knew.

And she started screamin' at me

and...

tellin' me like how could I humiliate her like this.

All these years. And...

She was drunk, it wasn't just me.

And then she was... she was... callin' me a liar and a pervert.

And she was gonna tell Matty. And I just...

...I lost it.

I'm so sorry. - Jamie.

- I'm so sorry.

- What did you do?

[steadying breath]

[exhales]

We're gonna have to weigh her down.

I can't do it alone.

- You... she's...?

- Yeah.

It'll be okay, though.

- Your fingerprints were found on the trunk of the car.

Traces of Natalie's blood on the clothes you were wearing.

How do you explain that?

- Listen, listen. I've got a record, okay?

A year ago she called the cops on me.

But I never hit her, I swear, not once, but just... look!

They're not gonna believe me, okay?

Hey! Hey! What are you doin'? No! No! Hey!

No. No!

Where the hell are you goin'? Hey. You can't just leave me here.

Please!

You did this too!

You know you did! It was both of us.

Get back here! Robyn! Come back!

- Hey! Help me!

- One last question.

James Walsh has confessed to killing his wife.

He's going to prison.

For a very long time.

If you're telling the truth,

if you were completely blameless in this crime,

why won't he corroborate your story?

What's he got to lose?

- They're really buying this?

The jury.

- It's hard to say.

The case is largely circumstantial but...

the brutality of the crime does make a jury more inclined to convict.

I can see if a plea deal is still on the table.

- That means telling the world a lie.

It might be easier but that doesn't make it right.

Pff... - Stop.

- How much longer 'til we're back?

- About twenty minutes.

- Can you buy me an hour?

[door opening]

[pop music] [crowd whispering]

[Robyn]: Thank you, sweetheart.

[crowd talking indistinctly] [gavel banging]

- Order. Order!

Come to order.

That's enough!

Order please.

Uh, redirect, Your Honor?

[clears throat]

To avoid confusion,

let the record show that this is in fact the defendant, Kevin Milstead.

Mr. Milstead,

is there a reason why you're dressed the way you are today?

- Yes.

And not because it's comfortable.

People pay good money to see me like this.

I usually don't do it for free.

But I made an exception the day I was arrested.

The club is one thing.

But out in public?

Broad daylight?

I go out like this and it causes a bit of a stir,

as you all just witnessed.

So here's my question.

If I'm getting into a car and I know there's a body in the trunk,

do you really think I'm looking for extra attention?

I was wearing nails like these.

Acrylic.

Custom-made.

Not cheap.

And not practical.

So here's my question:

are these the nails you wear if you're planning to drag a body from the trunk of a car

and dump it in the middle of a lake?

I was wearing heels like these.

They go for half a grand at least.

And let me tell you, leather's hard to clean.

So here's my question:

whatever you think of my getup,

is this really what I would have worn

if I had any idea what Jamie had in mind?

And speaking of Jamie.

You asked why he wouldn't corroborate my story?

I'll tell you why.

Shame.

And not for what he did. No.

He's admitted to killing his wife, sure,

but he wants the world to think he only did it

'cause some freak in a wig got in his head.

Manipulated him.

Twisted his mind.

Hell, he might even believe that.

He hates me 'cause he hates himself.

He'd rather take me down with him than admit the truth.

He did this on his own,

after spending his life...

hiding.

Running scared.

Can't expect him to grow a pair now.

Not for my sake.

Facts are facts.

On the charge of conspiracy to murder,

we find the defendant, Kevin Milstead, not guilty.

On the charge of accessory after the fact,

we find the defendant, Kevin Milstead, not guilty. [friends exclaiming happily]

On the charge of obstruction of justice,

we find the defendant, Kevin Milstead, not guilty.

[cheering]

All right, kids,

I'ma try somethin' a little different tonight.

Never done this before, so be kind.

♪ Lately ♪ [crowd cheering]

♪ There's a little something I been needing ♪

♪ Somethin' found deep in a kiss ♪

♪ That's the kind of drug I've been missing ♪

♪ I'm ready ♪

♪ Finally ready to fall in love ♪

♪ Baby, I'm ready ♪

♪ Ready to fall If you answer when I call ♪

♪ I will give it all ♪

♪ I'm ready ♪

♪ Finally ready to fall in love ♪

♪ Baby, I'm ready ♪

♪ Ready to fall ♪

♪ If you answer when I call I will give it all to you ♪

♪ Yes I'm ready ♪

♪ Hope there's plenty ♪

[scatting]

♪ Ooh, I'm finally ready ♪

♪ Finally ready ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ I'm ready ♪

♪ Ready to fall ♪

♪ If you answer when I call ♪

♪ I will give it all to you ♪♪♪