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Well, the grand jury has indicted Mr. Gale on murder in the second degree.

How does he plead?

Your Honor, the defendant has agreed to plead to a lesser charge of manslaughter

in the second degree, taking into account the defendant's lack of criminal

record.

The people would recommend five years probation.

This case is an abomination of decent human behavior.

Mr. Gale, in the death of Lisa Bevins...

You're pleading guilty to Section 125 -15 of the California State Penal Code,

manslaughter in its second degree.

That is defined as a person who, through depraved indifference, recklessly

causes the death of another human being.

Will the defendant please rise?

Mr. Gayle, I will accept the prosecution's recommendations of five

probation with the addition of 200 hours of community service.

Beth?

Beth?

Hi, how's it going?

Don't ask.

I feel like I'm a sinking ship. I'm not going to get out of here until New

Year's. Not that I have a date.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Look, my cable is kind of light. I could take one for you, if that would help.

Oh, you're an angel.

This one is practically a mist and it's real creepy.

I want this one.

Beth, what if Carl finds out?

Then it's my butt.

I want the Gale case.

Fine.

Just don't get caught.

Thanks.

Hi, Mr. Taylor.

Beth. Yes?

I want you to look at the Lombanko file.

Isn't that John's case?

Yeah, it is.

I just thought as the new supervising officer, maybe you...

It's not official yet. You still have to pass the review.

But that's pretty much a format.

I don't know what to say.

You deserve it.

Your work's been impeccable.

And somebody knows.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

We have a problem here, Tyrone.

That motherfucker fired my ass for no reason. You're always blaming me.

You were fired because you're a convicted rapist and you continue to use

behavior towards women.

If we ever repeat this situation, I will revoke your probation.

Fuck you, man!

You want to be messing with me like that?

Don't push me, Tyrone.

I'm going to schedule an extra meeting for next week.

We'll make it.

I just spoke to Carolyn.

Excuse me.

I'll see you next Tuesday at 3, and I want you in the employment office by

Close the door on the way out.

Don't ever come in here when I'm with a client, Joe.

All right.

All right, I'm sorry.

indeed.

You must be Mr. Gale.

I'm Miss Spinella. Have a seat.

No way, asshole.

Excuse me.

Joe.

What's going on, Beth?

I know what I'm doing.

What, for some five years ago?

Working your ass off just when it's beginning to pay off?

I know you, Beth. This job means everything to you.

What you're doing is crazy.

Can't we talk about this tonight at dinner?

No. I'm worried about you.

Tonight.

Sorry about that.

Not one of your many successes, huh?

He's an enforcement officer with this department.

And as a matter of fact, most of the people in this office happen to agree

his opinion of you.

And you?

I feel he was being kind.

I see.

This is the address of the community arts center where you teach a program as

part of your community service obligation.

It begins at 10.

I'll be there to meet you. Don't be late.

And how long is this going to take? Because, I mean, I have a car waiting

outside. About three hours.

Three hours.

See, they told me it'd be a couple minutes, twice a month, and I

have a prior engagement to get to, and it's a photo shoot.

Of course.

So... Maybe we could reschedule.

Sit down, Mr. Gale.

I'm going to explain this to you once.

You killed somebody, and as a result, you replaced an ISP, Intensive

Program.

You and I are going to meet twice a week for the next five years.

I will visit where you live, where you work, and where you play.

I will know about your sexual preferences, practices, with whom you

how often.

So at any time that I feel that you're a danger to this community, I'm going to

make a recommendation to the court, and I'm going to have you put in jail.

So let's dispense with the crap and move on.

Nine dollars?

The cheesecake at Titan's is only about 50.

Would you relax?

It's my treat. Besides, you don't even like Titan's cheesecake.

So you want to talk?

Later.

Come on, Beth.

I've been waiting all night. Talk to me.

Lisa was my best friend.

We were roommates for five years. We shared everything.

Food, clothes, memories, secrets.

I told her things that I didn't even tell my shrink.

We shared everything except for him.

Why?

I don't know, babe.

She looked up to you.

She wanted your approval.

Maybe she figured you'd think she was messed up.

What difference does it make now?

Because I want to know why.

I want to make sure that this doesn't happen again.

Yeah, but this ain't the way.

It's like pouring felt into the wound.

Look, Caroline said she's more than willing to take back the case.

You spoke to Caroline?

Uh, I had to.

I have the most experience with sex offenders.

If this guy's dangerous, I want him off the streets.

Then let me take care of it.

No, I want to do it my way.

You always do.

You make me feel so safe.

Vanilla, I didn't expect to see you here.

I have to make a physical inspection of your home, so I thought we would have

your session here today.

I see.

Sorry if it's inconvenient, but it's policy.

Oh, policy's policy.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Very impressive.

Oh, thank you.

So what's on the agenda for today?

Let's begin with the profile of your sexual history.

Personal interest?

Let's start with your first sexual encounter.

Well,

I was ten years old when I started masturbating.

Other than yourself.

Other than myself.

Well, there's this girl, Lori.

Older woman.

Thirteen.

At first we started French kissing, but neither of us knew what the hell we were

doing.

But we appealed to her older sister, and an hour later all three of

us were in our bed experimenting with advanced techniques.

Did you feel what you were doing was normal sexual behavior?

Well, I was having too much fun at the time to care.

And now?

And now, well, let me ask you something. What is normal anyways, huh?

I'm sexually hedonistic.

Whatever feels good to consenting adults is okay by me.

And what about death? Is that okay, too?

Lisa.

Lisa had this thing.

She could only get off when she was totally helpless.

First it was bondage.

Then she read an article about some teenagers hiding their orgasms through

partial asphyxiation.

I mean, she knew that.

But she kept pushing and pushing further and further.

Then one night I went too far.

I went too far.

It was an accident.

I swear to God, it was an accident.

Joe, you shouldn't have. I didn't.

They were delivered to the office. I wanted to bring them by on my way.

Must be from Caroline and the girls.

Why the hell is he sending you flowers?

How should I know?

Look, I don't give a shit about the flowers. What business does he have

you an invitation?

This thing's tomorrow night. Are you going?

No.

Good.

Because I'm taking you out in the town to celebrate your promotion.

Well, I haven't been promoted yet.

Besides, I can't. I promised my mom I'd go to the cemetery with her.

But you could come and we could go out after.

Your mother's weird.

I just don't think she likes me.

Hey, when you're finished, come over to my place. We'll get a bottle of

champagne.

It'll be romantic.

What do you say?

It'll be great.

Sure. I promise.

Tomorrow night.

I expected you sooner.

I heard about Lisa.

Yeah, I still can't believe it.

I can imagine how hard this must be for you.

I remember when you met in my incest survivors group and how much you relied

each other.

I'm actually not here about me.

You did the pre -sentencing profile on Gail.

I wanted your opinion.

Test results are in the report.

No indication of any psychosis or schizophrenia. No behavioral disorders

indicated. I know, but you met him.

I want to know what you think.

He's intelligent, that's for sure.

Manipulative as hell.

There's not a single thing that I can point to.

I think he's a very dangerous man.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know that bitch.

Yeah, who is this?

Man, I ain't got no friends.

What you messing with me?

How much?

Man, yeah, we got a deal.

You just better come through, otherwise I'm going to kick your ass.

Yeah, I'll be there, man, all right?

It's an example of the unrelenting involvement of the existential

Cool. Kind of reminds me of Hubert.

How wonderfully naive.

Excuse me.

But the young lady might be correct.

Of course, on the most simplistic level, it could be perceived that way.

I make a very good living writing art criticism, and let me assure you that

not the intention of the artist.

Of course.

I knew you'd come.

I'm glad.

Why didn't you tell the art critic who you were?

Because he'll probably get laid tonight and write a wonderful review tomorrow.

That's cynical.

I dare say, however, he is quite right.

Rodney. Rodney, this is Beth. Rodney Owens, please.

Yes, dear boy.

And we've only sold half your pieces tonight, so I'd be awfully grateful if

could use that boyish charm of yours on Mrs. Martell.

Darling, this boy could sell sand to the Arrows.

Here she's coming.

If we don't sell all your paintings tonight, I shall have to work this

Why,

you look ravishing.

Thanks. Of course I do, darling.

You, my dear J .C., look like a wet dream I once had.

Oh, you know my husband, Mikos.

Oh, yes, of course.

I'm sure.

Mikos, darling, would you be a dear and get me another drink?

So tell me, dear, how did you meet our young Adonis? And are all the stories

true?

Well, she's my probation officer.

How boring.

Powerful. You know, I'm almost tempted to buy it, if only because it makes my

dear Miko so nervous.

He's Greek, you know. But I'm not quite sure.

It's something about the colors.

Yeah, but I hate to let it go to that Mrs. Steinberg.

You know, she doesn't have your knowledge.

And the only reason why she likes it is because Rodney let something slip.

Put it aside and give you a chance to decide.

Well, tell me, dear, just exactly what did Rodney like the most?

You know, I really... I really shouldn't mention it.

Oh, you can tell me. We're among friends.

Oh.

Well, we certainly couldn't let this painting be sold to someone who wouldn't

appreciate it, now can we?

I do hope we meet again, dear, and, uh...

Don't try to change him too much. He's just so perfect the way he is.

Ta -ta.

You're a doll.

Rodney, Rodney, dear, we have to talk.

Excuse me, would you like some champagne? Please.

I'm a little disappointed, Mr. Gale.

I thought your art meant more to you.

Well... Creating it means...

means everything to me.

Selling it means nothing.

Tell me about the photograph.

It's not what I think.

It's how it makes you feel.

Still, like, no.

They're called men of Lakotan.

Jane Doe One.

It's about conflict.

In simplest terms, it's good versus evil.

Religious and societal restraints.

This IV animal is...

It's also based on Freudian's view of a young woman blaspheming into a woman and

having jealousy towards her mother and anger because of her secret desire to

fuck her father.

What did you say to Mrs. Martell?

older, I created it in a fit of inspiration.

Tonight, Lisa died.

You callous bastard.

You corrupt everything, don't you?

Let me ask you something, Beth. Why did you come here tonight?

Huh?

My job.

I thought you were the one that was playing games.

You killed my best friend.

And the second that you screw up, I'm going to put you in prison.

You see, I think you came here for something else.

I mean... What is it you're really looking for?

A demon?

Sorry about everything.

Thank you for everything.

Should I give the limo to her? No, don't worry about it. Don't worry about it.

Joe, what are you doing here?

Where were you?

I was at the opening with Gail.

Oh, really?

All night?

Then the hospital.

What the hell did he do to you?

Nothing. It was Tyrone.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. What are you doing in my house?

I was worried about you while you were out with that asshole.

That asshole happened to save my life.

What were you doing out with him in the first place?

My job.

Oh, really?

At all?

What are you saying?

Do I have to spell it out for you, Beth?

Get out.

No, get out now.

I'm sorry. I was worried about you.

I just want to take this guy down.

Yeah, well, so do I.

Wait.

How did Tyrone know where you were anyways?

Maybe he followed me.

Look, I'm tired, and I have to go to work in a couple of hours, so I'll see

later.

Hi.

Uh, you were supposed to... You missed your... You were supposed to be in my

office at 4 .30.

Well, I got a message on my machine saying the appointment was canceled.

I didn't cancel your appointment.

Someone did. A Miss... A Miss Hamlin.

Hampton? Hamlin Hampton, yeah.

I don't understand.

J .C.? Should I get dressed?

Uh, yeah, baby. That's a wrap.

Already?

Yeah, I got some stuff to take care of.

Great job today, though. You look beautiful.

Jesus, J .C., she's a minor.

You know I'm going to have to report it to the judge and have your probation

revoked.

She'll be 18 in a month.

It's not what it looks like.

modeling for me modeling yes modeling and i have her mother's consent form in

here for me to show you so why don't you relax okay come on in

have a drink

Thank you, Maya.

I will see you Monday after school.

Thanks, honey.

It's hot in here.

Yeah, I keep it warm for the models.

I'll cool it down a little.

You want something to drink?

Wine.

Red if you have it.

This thing gives me the creeps.

It's a funny collection.

It doesn't bother most men, but for women it just scares the hell out of

Here.

Cheers. Cheers.

That's not wine.

No, it's port.

It's 100 years old.

I thought they might like it.

These blades, this one right here, actually, is from the

18th century.

the most amazing features.

I'd really like to photograph you.

You play so many games.

I don't know what to think about you.

So how did you meet Lisa?

Are you asking me as a probation officer?

That's all I'll ever be.

Well, I don't have to answer that.

I checked.

So your only mandate is to determine if I'm a threat to the future or the

present. And that's it.

I don't have to tell you about my past.

But I'll tell you what.

You let me photograph you.

And I'll tell you everything.

Fully clothed.

So where did you meet Lisa?

At a sex club.

I don't believe you.

Lisa didn't even like sex.

That's not accurate.

She was sexually believing. She couldn't enjoy sex. She wanted to, desperately.

She really did.

I mean, you could see the hunger in her eyes.

That's what attracted me.

I had to photograph her.

I had to.

So this is what you usually do to seduce women?

Who says I was trying to seduce you?

I never said that.

Well, I guess I... Yes, understood.

Look, I'm going to go develop these, okay?

Could you soften them? No.

Morning. Morning.

What time is it?

What day is it?

It's, uh...

It's

tomorrow.

Why the obsession with sex?

If anyone is guilty of that, it's... it's... Society.

That's bullshit.

Society has made sex into an unnatural act.

How about Picasso, Matisse, Gauguin?

They're beautiful.

Yeah, but they all have one thing in common.

What's that?

Their work was considered obscene at their time.

Just wish it was her that looked back at me in the mirror

Well,

this is for the mirror

You can't be serious

Thank you.

. .

What is it?

Oh.

Joe, can you get over here right away?

Somebody killed Beth's cat.

Yeah, I do.

Could have not.

Tyrone, maybe.

Possible, but there was no sign of forced entry.

Who has keys?

I don't know. You?

My mother?

I have a set.

Anybody else?

Workmen?

Wait.

Lisa's keys.

Did you get them back?

I don't know. I don't remember.

I don't think so.

So her murderer could have her keys.

He didn't do it.

How do you know that?

Because I don't think he would do something like that.

I got a buddy of mine on the force who's going to watch the place tonight.

Please, Beth, get the locks changed.

By the way, where were you last night?

She was with me.

She helped me pack.

I see.

I checked all my cases going back five years.

I found 14 likelies. Only these five are on the street.

Plus Tyrone, of course.

Forget about him.

Animal rights wacko.

Only likes to hurt people.

Got a minute?

I'll check these out.

Whoever it is, they're probably just trying to push your buttons, but you

know.

Hey, oh, say hi to Joe. I will.

Joe, tell me what happened.

Do you have any idea who did it?

Not really.

Usual suspects.

Beth, there is something.

You know, when I first started as a caseworker, I was a lot more idealistic.

I was going to right all the wrongs, save the world.

She was about 18.

I wasn't much older than myself then.

Well, I started to see her outside of the office.

Well, it was anything at first.

You know, I helped her get enrolled in school.

An occasional dinner here and there.

Then we started to sleep together.

I believed I was in love.

Six months later, she got picked up for dealing.

Minor stuff.

But she was a probie, so that meant some jail time.

The minute she made bail, she was right back in my office, demanding I get her

off or she'd blow the whistle on us.

Well, it turns out that was just another trick.

Well, the branch chief liked me, so he got the charges dropped, reassigned her,

and gave me a week's vacation without pay.

Said if I did anything that stupid again, I'd be out on my ass.

The one he crawled out on a limb to save.

See, things were different then, Beth.

There wasn't so many people underneath the tree with saws.

Do you understand?

I believe I do.

Enough said.

You keep up the good work.

Who's there?

Fuck you.

Yeah. Hi, it's me.

Where did you go after I left you last night?

Home. Why?

Someone broke in and killed my cat.

Joe thinks you did it.

Well, do you think I did it?

No, I don't.

I'd like to see you, uh, tonight.

We can't. I need to keep this professional. My boss found out about

happens again... Look, we'll just make sure that...

He doesn't find out, that's all. No, I won't risk my job. Not for you, not for

anyone. We'll see each other in the office. Is that understood?

In the office.

Goodbye, JC.

Hey, I'm taking off.

Sure you don't want to come?

Yeah, I'm going to be here for a while.

Okay, well you're last, so lock up.

Hello? Who is this?

Let's do that again.

Look at this.

No.

Here.

Come on, stop getting...

I want to feel what Lisa felt.

We need to talk.

That doesn't include tonight's patch.

You had me followed?

Don't be stupid.

Gail's the one.

He just keeps showing up in all the wrong places.

Does Taylor know about this?

No.

I took care of it.

But I gotta tell you, it's getting pretty fucking embarrassing running into

parents while you're out there banging this asshole.

Oh, God, Joe, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It'll be the hardest to see you in those...

It'll never happen again. I swear, Joe, I don't want to lose you.

I love you, Beth.

I love you so goddamn much, I don't know what I'd do without you.

I'll kill the son of a bitch if I have to.

Hello?

Oh. Caroline.

Yeah?

I think it would be best for everyone involved if you took the case.

is such a relief.

I gotta go.

I'm glad you understand.

I don't deserve you, Joe.

I get it.

What is going on with you and Joe?

I think he's going to do something crazy.

Beth?

Beth?

Beth?

I'm not going to let you go.

What if Taylor finds out? Or what if something happens and I don't want to be

part of this anymore?

Look, I'm doing this for Joe and Lisa. Everything is going to be fine.

Everything is not fine.

What about what you're doing to me?

You? Yes, to me. Don't you know that I respect... to you. I admire you. I look

up to you.

God, this isn't you, Beth. This just isn't you. And it wasn't Lisa. And Lisa

dead. Yeah, and I want to make sure that that doesn't happen again.

Beth!

You know they've been watching you.

They're out there right now.

I had to come in the back way.

I know.

You know?

Yeah. They've been following me for a week.

Well, why didn't you say something?

Because I wasn't sure if you knew about it. And if you didn't know, I didn't

want to loss up your day.

They took pictures.

Look at these.

Look.

Well, it's a telephoto lens.

Really grainy.

I mean... I mean, they're amateurish.

Would you stop patronizing me? Don't you know what those can do to me?

Don't worry about it.

I didn't come here for more of your games, J .C.

No.

If they knew I was here, I could lose everything.

Then why'd you come?

Because I was worried about you.

What are you doing?

No.

I feel.

No, there's no lights. No.

Yeah.

You son of a bitch.

Fuck my girlfriend.

Make you pay, you piece of shit.

You deserve to die.

You son of a bitch.

Leave him alone.

Shut the fuck up.

Touch my girlfriend again, and I'll fucking kill you.

I'm calling the police.

Don't fucking move.

You okay?

He's gone.

Who is it?

Who is it?

It's me.

Leave me alone.

I need you.

Go away or I'm calling the police.

What's going on?

Nothing. Everything's fine. Just go back to bed.

Who did this to you?

Your boyfriend.

Good. You deserve it.

Reminds me of my father.

My father, he used to call me a little... Please sit down, would you?

He used to call me a little faggot because I wanted to be an artist.

He used to beat the shit out of me just to prove his point.

When I turned 16, I kicked his ass.

So you're close to your dad?

Close enough.

Yeah.

Picnics in the park, church on Sunday.

I didn't go to church.

You watch TV, huh?

Yeah. But you and your dad watched Wonder Woman while your mom was at

Just laying on the couch, huh?

While your dad, like, hugged you from behind and cuddled you.

Hold your clothes.

Give you a kiss on the cheek.

Don't do this to me.

Did he touch you?

Did he touch you?

Like, like there?

Stop it.

Did you enjoy it?

Did Lisa tell you?

She didn't have to.

I could tell in your eyes.

It was wrong. I could have stopped it.

Hey, what's going on? Detective Richard Stein. Is Mrs. Spinella here?

Yeah, she's in her room. Let me get her.

Beth,

there's

a detective here to see you.

I'll be right there.

Sorry to bother you so early, Beth, but... What's going on?

There's a situation that may involve one of your clients.

Take a look at this.

Sure. Her name is Maya Garcia.

She was strangled between 1 and 2 .30 this morning.

That looks like my scarf.

It does?

Yeah, it was my roommate's. It was the one that was used to strangle my cat.

I mean, that was thrown away. Joe did it himself.

Did you know the victim?

I saw her at the community arts center. She's a student of one of my clients.

Mr. Gale?

Yeah. How did you know?

We found his card on her body.

I didn't kill her.

Maya was one of my models, but I gave her a business card, but I had nothing

do with her death.

Nothing.

I've got to admit, I'm a little taken aback here.

Could you substantiate your whereabouts for the last 12 hours, Mr. Gale?

He was here with me all night.

How about those bruises on your face?

Girl trouble.

Detective, could we talk off the record for a second?

Be my guest.

A colleague of mine did something incredibly stupid last night.

Mr. Gale contacted me, and I convinced him to come over here and talk to me

before he reported it to the leader.

I'm sure you understand.

I'm going to have to bring you both down and give us a statement, okay?

Sure.

What the hell are you doing?

Nothing. Nothing?

You lied to them.

He wasn't there last night. I will not let you do this.

Why don't you stay the fuck out of my life?

Oh, God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

Look at what this guy is doing to you. You have to trust me. He didn't do it.

Think about it, Beth.

Who else could it have been? I don't know. A mugger, maybe. Who happened to

your stolen scarf?

Okay, it could have been Tyrone or even Joe. Oh, and I suppose that Joe killed

Forbesy, too. He has the keys to the apartment.

Oh, God, you can't be serious.

No, I'm not.

What is it? Are you in love with this guy?

I definitely wouldn't call it love.

Well, I don't think I can cover for you on this, Beth.

Caroline, please. You have to let me follow through with this. You don't know

how important this is.

Please, Caroline.

I don't know.

I gotta think about it.

Sorry I'm late.

pending the hearing.

Taylor says about the best I can hope for is a demotion and a six -month

suspension.

What are you going to do?

Get drunk?

Beth... You tried to warn me.

I'm so sorry.

Come in!

I just came by to tell you they brought in Tyrone.

Good, at least he's off the streets. Did he... Says he was out drinking last

night.

Cops are looking for someone to cooperate.

Said someone set you up.

Got a call telling him where he could find you.

Who was it?

Didn't recognize the voice.

But I'd be willing to take a guess.

Gail didn't even know I was going to be there.

I was the only one who knew.

Except for whoever was on surveillance.

I know I can't convince you, but I know in my gut this prick is bad.

Just be careful.

Ciao Ciao

What are you doing here?

Hello?

I need to see you.

Sounds like you have something in mind.

A continuation of your studies.

I think maybe it's time for the teacher to get a lesson.

Wolf. Joe, glad I found you.

What's up?

We got a problem. I need you to meet me back at the office.

Now?

Right now.

I needed to see your reaction.

You thought I killed her? Hey, she's lying in your office.

I got to cover my ass.

Anyway, it doesn't matter too much. We got some parcels on the murder weapon.

Antique straight razor.

We also found this.

It was open before she was killed.

Figured they closed it after. You want to check, see if anything's missing?

Something?

Yeah.

Pictures from the night that Maya was murdered.

What kind of pictures?

Gail and the girl.

Entering and leaving the premises.

Just the two of them?

Just the two of them.

Anyone else?

Huh. This is too easy.

Hey, you mind if I get out of here?

Carolyn was a friend.

Oh, shit, I'm sorry.

Yeah, sure, go on. If we need anything else, I'll give you a call.

Thanks.

Hey, Rich.

Yeah.

About how long before you get a match on those prints?

20, 40 minutes max.

We should have a warrant within the hour.

Tell him.

Is that your question?

Yeah, it's as bad as Lisa.

Bad girls deserve to be punished, man, don't they?

I told you I don't want to do that.

You're a fucking thug.

You fucking bitch effect.

You're pitiful, JC.

Beth, breathe.

Yeah, fuck you, motherfucker.

You know you're good at dishing it out, but you can't...

No, don't. He didn't. It's not his fault.

I know.

You killed the cat with your scarf.

So Mr. Gale here could be set up for Maya's murder.

There was a problem.

Unexpected evidence.

Which Carolina unfortunately stumbled onto.

What are you doing here?

That's why she had to die.

But that wasn't a problem.

Because the murder weapon came from here.

And it has your fingerprints all over it.

Look, those are... Shut up.

You only made two mistakes, Beth.

Your photograph with the scarf.

It killed Maya.

And you didn't know I had an extra set of these.

The only thing I don't understand is Tyrone.

Why did you call him?

It was only a matter of time before he hurt someone.

I had to get him off that tree.

You set yourself up.

What am I supposed to do?

Be like my mother and pretend like nothing happened while my dad came into

room at night?

My father was evil.

Somebody had to stop him.

He killed your father.

Beth, I'm sorry.

If I would have seen it sooner, I could have gotten you some help.

I don't need help.

My father was evil.

Somebody had to stop him.

Did I ever tell you how much you remind me of my father?