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All right, so this shouldn't take long.

Just need to go over what happened.

We already answered questions at the house.

Well, any time there's a shooting, we need to be thorough.

I'll try to be quick.

Okay.

-Is my wife okay? -She's fine.

We've got her in another room.

Okay, why is she in another room?

Standard procedure.

Like I said, it shouldn't take long.

Okay.

So, at approximately 10:00 p.m., you confronted

a homeless man who'd broken into your backyard.

He then wrestled your gun from you and...

I'm sorry, it's a little hard for me to read this,

"He then wrestled your gun from you and used it to shoot himself."

That about it?

Yes.

How'd you know he was homeless?

How'd I know he was homeless?

Yes.

Had you seen him around the neighborhood or?

Yes, I saw him

earlier tonight on the walk bridge.

A lot of unhoused people live down there.

"Unhoused"?

Ah, right, that's the better term these days.

Tough issue in the city. Sad.

It's very.

-Dangerous. -Yes.

Yes, I guess it can be.

So, why would you be down there at night?

Well, I was taking a walk after dinner.

I mean, it's still my neighborhood.

Hmm.

And, you were alone at the time of the break-in?

Me and Brett, yes.

So, no kids in the house?

Not yet.

Okay, and are you normally at home during the day?

I'm an emergency room doctor, so my schedule's always changing.

That's impressive.

Being in a wheelchair must make it...

Hospitals are made for wheelchairs.

Ha, never thought of it that way.

So, what time did you get home today?

About 5:00 p.m.

Uh-huh, and Brett?

He works from home.

Jesus Christ.

Guess who's ovulating?

The gardner's still here.

Oh, good.

Well, maybe he can put a baby in me.

What is your problem?

Ah, clients hire you because they say they love your vision,

and then they want to change every good idea that you have.

Oh, is this for Janine?

Um-hmm.

-Oh. -She wants polished ash for the stairs,

like it's an Apple Store.

It's an art gallery.

Well, it is her money, you could polish her ash a little.

Oh, you're very funny for a doctor.

Just throw her a bone.

The stairs are supposed to be the centerpiece of the whole gallery.

Aren't the paintings the centerpiece of the whole gallery?

No.

Paintings come and go.

A building is actually there, forever.

Wow.

Okay, yes, sure, that...

Like, massively.

I know, that might have been a little...

You know what it is?

My ego, it's just... it's too big-

-Oh, yes? -For one person,

and I think that we are going to have to make a baby.

Yeah?

Just so somebody can take half of it and carry this weight.

Okay, let me... I need to wash off the emergency room stink. No.

No, you don't.

That is delicious.

It's blood and appendix juice.

I'll suck your...

All right, so you were in a good mood when you headed out for your walk?

Yeah.

Yes.

And when you saw this homeless man, did he see you?

We'd literally bumped into each other.

Was he aggressive toward you?

No, no.

It was my fault.

I was distracted.

I was texting a client.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't see you there.

What's wrong with you, huh?

What's wrong with you?

Then he showed up at our house about an hour later.

Just showed up, huh?

He explain why he was there?

You think he was trying to rob you?

No, no.

It was... It was creepier than that.

So, at that point, you went outside to confront him?

Yes.

And you took your gun at that time?

Yes.

So, you felt like he was dangerous?

I mean, honestly, I took it out for Angie.

I just wanted to make her feel safer.

No.

No, the gun did not make me feel safer.

I see the statistics come through the hospital doors every night,

they are not in the gun owner's favor.

I hate that gun.

So, Brett went outside to confront the man.

What did you do?

I called 911.

Hi, yes. Yes, I would like to report a break-in.

He appears to be having a psychotic episode.

I called 911, but not because I was afraid of him.

A total stranger shows up in my backyard,

I'd be pretty freaked out.

It's not that simple.

I'm confused.

I had a crazy person in my backyard, what the fuck does it matter

why I brought a gun out?

But you knew him.

Your wife says you all went to college together.

Okay, yes.

Yes, yes, I should have said that.

Yes, we knew him.

So, why would you need that gun?

Because I haven't seen the guy in nearly 10 years, it's...

I didn't even recognize him tonight.

It's not the same person.

I didn't recognize him when I saw him on the walk bridge.

So, let's go back to that bridge.

You ran into him, and then you just kept walking?

No.

So, you recognized him?

No, he recognized me.

I just said that I didn't recognize him.

Right, right, right, right, right.

I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there.

Brett?

It's Kevin.

Kevin Broady.

-Come on, man. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Crazy, what?

Crazy. That's crazy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

How are you?

I'm good.

Good, yes.

How've you been?

Oh, good.

Good.

Good.

Better than good.

I would have called you, but I lost my phone.

Then I broke it.

Then I lost it.

No, I lost... I broke it, then I lost it.

Kev?

Just, I'm glad to see you're alive, man.

Wow, okay.

Okay.

Oh, man.

-Wow. -Yeah.

Are you married?

Yeah.

Okay.

Angie.

Wow.

Why was he upset when you told him you were with Angie?

Maybe he was jealous? How do I know?

But, at that point...

yeah, at that point, he got violent.

Got some money?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I don't want your taco money.

No, it's $60. Here you go, Kev.

No, I don't want your fucking gas money either.

Calm down. What the...?

What's wrong with you? We were friends, huh.

What's wrong with you, huh?

What's wrong with you? We were friends.

Kevin was never violent.

I mean, I'm not saying he was stable, but not violent.

Unstable, how?

I don't know.

At first, it was more like a crazy-genius sort of unstable.

You're a doctor,

can you be more precise?

I'm not a psychologist.

Okay.

For example, one morning, our final year of school,

I woke up to the smell of fish.

Kevin was cutting the scales off...

he was cutting the scales off a live trout

and applying them to a painting because, according to him,

sometimes you just can't replicate nature.

He was tragic and unpredictable.

I loved that about him,

but not violent.

He was never violent.

So, he was a painter?

Yes.

We were all Art majors, it's how we met.

And you and Kevin were a couple?

Yeah, for a while.

So, like a college fling, or?

No.

I loved him,

but eventually,

his illness got so bad that I couldn't be with him anymore.

And when did you and Brett get together?

After.

After Kevin.

Right after?

Too soon.

Was Kevin jealous of Brett?

No, it's more like the other way around.

Were you jealous of Kevin?

I was never jealous of Kevin.

Why would I be jealous? I got the girl.

Okay, did you ever see the movie Amadeus?

Won an Academy Award, right?

It's about...

Well, it's about this composer in the 1700s named Salieri who is...

he's so dedicated to his art, he's literally willing

to give everything to it,

and it breaks his heart.

Why?

Because he meets Mozart.

And he realizes that he'll never be able to compete with this wild,

inappropriate, instinctual force of nature with this seemingly God-given gift.

So, Brett was Salieri and Kevin was Mozart?

Maybe in college, a little bit.

He was talented, but obviously I don't feel that way

anymore.

What changed?

I have spent the last 10 years building a pretty decent architectural business,

and he has spent it living on the street, eating out of trash cans,

and it's hard to feel anything but sad about the way it turned out for Kevin.

Okay.

So, you tussle on the bridge, and then he follows you home?

No.

He had my address.

What makes you so sure of that?

Because he stole my wallet on the bridge.

Yes, he got to the house before me.

-Ooh. -Oh, fuck.

-You scared the shit out of me. -Okay, it's just me.

Don't be dramatic.

Why are you always sneaking up on me?

Why am I always...?

Sneaking up on me?

-Coming into my own bedroom, Angie? -Okay.

-Hey? -What?

Look at me.

Wait, why is your face all dirty?

Can we just talk about this tomorrow?

Please.

Hey?

What?

Listen.

Can we go to bed?

I am exhausted.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Shh.

Listen.

-Brett? -Look, it's okay.

Wait.

It's fine.

Sorry I stole your wallet.

Not cool.

Thanks for bringing it back.

You should leave, Kevin.

Hey, you can't be here. You need to leave.

Architecture, huh?

Hmm.

Makes sense,

all those straight lines.

What's so funny?

I find it ironic that someone who couldn't fucking paint

is building an art gallery.

At least I didn't waste the time that I had.

I'm sorry.

Saying you sucked isn't cool.

Yes, that's why I just want you to leave.

My soul is fucked.

Hey.

Your soul is not my problem, Kevin,

but I need you to leave.

Okay? I need you to leave.

No, it's real this time.

It's real, intertwined, and I've seen shit.

I've seen just...

Man, nothing.

Nothing. I just...

I get a little dazed and confused,

I ain't going to lie. It's bad.

Maybe you shouldn't be getting high then.

It's a little late for that, Brett.

You know, I broke the two rules to better health.

Number one, avoid stressful situations.

Now, good luck with that, living on the street.

Number two, stay away from drugs and alcohol

unless you were being prescribed by your doctor,

and then you can just keep pumping fucking pills until you turn

into a zombie.

You know, you can get bionic legs.

Just stop.

Okay?

You've done enough. What the fuck do you want?

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry,

I...

Forgiveness, I should have...

I should have said that.

I should have led with that.

I need forgiveness.

I want forgiveness.

Did you have any idea what he was talking about?

Yeah.

And?

Angie.

What happened to her, it was...

it was his fault.

He crippled her.

What happened?

It was...

Sorry. It was a car accident.

I think it was an accident,

I don't know for sure,

but that is the last time that we saw Kevin before tonight.

He went to jail or the psych ward, whatever,

and...

Angie and I went on with our lives, you know?

We recovered.

It was hard.

Okay.

So, when he asked for forgiveness, what'd you say?

"You're forgiven."

You're forgiven.

Okay.

You were forgiven.

You are forgiven.

Just please leave.

Not from you, you jackass.

-From her. -She doesn't deserve this.

Oh, she does.

I do, I need...

forgiveness.

She needs an apology.

I need forgiveness.

Apologies and forgiveness, we're...

I need apologies and forgiveness.

She needs apologies, I need forgiveness.

Ah, shit.

Apologies and forgiveness.

Apologies and forgiveness.

Apologies and forgiveness.

Apologies and forgiveness.

Brett?

Stay over there.

It's all right.

What? No. If you need that, then it's not all right.

Just wanna make sure.

I'm just going to make sure that he's gone,

-all right? -Who...

-Who was that? -Don't worry.

-Angie... -No, no, no.

No, you're not going out there.

Angie, give me one second.

-Yes, I hear... Okay? -You're not going out there in the dark.

What is he doing here?

I bumped into him when I was out walking.

What do you mean you bumped into him?

Tonight, on the walk bridge, I bumped into him.

What were you doing on the walk bridge?

I was taking a walk, Angie.

-It's my fucking neighborhood. -What do you fucking mean?

Okay.

-What do you mean? -I know how this must feel.

If I just... if I go talk to him.

Just give me a sec.

Was he... Was he waiting for you?

No, okay? I think it was a coincidence.

I'm pretty sure he's hearing more voices than just mine,

all right?

Just do me a favor,

call 911 and lock the door behind me.

Angie?

Yeah.

You need to go.

Fucking breaks my heart to see her in that chair.

I'm guessing that means she doesn't want to talk to me.

For the last time, Kevin,

you need to leave.

It's like a beautiful fish

caught in a fish bowl.

We already called the cops, Kevin.

Please, just...

can you just get her so I could talk to her?

What happened, happened, okay?

A long time ago.

There's nothing left to say.

I never got to say anything,

just stuck in a bed at a fucking psych ward.

What would you even say, Kevin?

Huh? Do you remember anything from that night, huh?

Because you were out of your fucking mind, no offense.

I stole her life.

She has a life, okay?

We have a life, and you're not part of it anymore.

I'm begging you, please.

-I'm begging you, please. -She has no interest in talking to you.

Please, please.

-Stop. -You get out of here.

-Go. -Stop. Stop.

Hi, Angie.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

-I'm so... -Stop.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Stop. Stop saying that.

If you take one more step towards her, I will fucking shoot you.

No.

No, you're not a killer.

I will fucking shoot you.

Why are you whispering?

Because I don't want to wake up my neighbors.

God, that's so you.

-So, then you shot him? -No. No.

That's so you. Just do it.

Wait!

Just say the word, Angie.

-I swear to God I'll... -Kevin, put the gun down.

I need mercy. I can't carry this any longer.

Put the gun down, Kevin.

I can't carry this anymore.

Kevin, put the gun down.

You don't get to change what happened that night.

Then why?

Why would the universe put me on that bridge with Brett tonight...

if not for some greater purpose?

Huh?

I'm asking for forgiveness.

He shot himself.

That's not what your wife says.

What?

She says you shot him.

No.

I was there when she talked to you when you first got to the house,

when she told you the story.

You're fucking... Are you trying to gaslight me?

Your wife's changed her story.

It happens once a person's had some time to process...

No, that's not... there's no way that would happen.

Look, look, look, look, look. Maybe you were acting in self-defense.

He trespassed on your property.

He wasn't in his right mind.

Of course, on the other hand, you were jealous of him.

He crippled your wife.

It's complicated.

Do I need a lawyer?

Do you?

Look, I'm just trying to untangle the truth here.

I'm sorry. This is crazy.

Can I speak to her, please?

Your wife?

Yes, my wife.

Sure.

Are you all right?

They're recording this.

Just... Why would you say that?

What?

Angie, don't do this.

Angie, don't do this.

Please don't do this.

Angie?

Angie, don't do...

Don't do this to me. Don't fucking do this.

Don't do this. Don't do this.

Don't do this.

Don't fucking do this.

I don't ever want to see you again.

We're done.

-We're done here. -Don't.

Angie.

♪ Drunk in the morning, Sunlight warming ♪

♪ The shadows fade across my Face ♪

♪ Long way down below the Rainbow ♪

♪ Wait for the voices To speak our names ♪

♪ There is no rest along this Journey ♪

♪ And your love must be sincere ♪

♪ When I was young And not so lonely once ♪

♪ I knew that love and felt no Fear ♪

♪ I had a dream in the mirror ♪

♪ We were wandering some Faraway place ♪

♪ I am no stranger to a Stranger ♪

♪ Oblivion in search of grace ♪

♪ I found you in a movie Theatre ♪

♪ The lights are dim across Your face ♪

♪ You speak the truth Like a knife fighter ♪

♪ Cut like a shining steely Blade ♪

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin.

Fuck.

-Kevin! -Okay.

-It's going to be okay. -Do you think he's okay?

Yes. It's going to be okay.

-How do you know? -He swims all the time.

He's going to be...

Ooh.

I just went swimming with the most beautiful dolphins...

or maybe they could have been sharks.

It's exciting.

So, what happened next?

What happened next?

Honestly, Detective...?

-Mike. -Detective,

why exactly do you need to know the details of what happened 10 years ago?

Context.

To understand what Kevin's mindset was when he broke into your house tonight.

The context is that Kevin had a fucking mental episode

and ran me over with his fucking car.

Sorry.

I need you, Angie.

Sorry.

Was he trying to kill you?

When...

When a person...

When Kevin's...

illness became acute...

Maybe if you just give me the facts as you remember them.

Ha.

Brett went to get a towel out of his car.

He didn't want to leave me alone, but I told him that I needed

to talk to Kevin alone.

Told him that we would meet him back at his car.

But that's not what happened.

What did you do?

So, you never heard it coming?

No.

No, not until the last second, I guess, because of the waves.

Do you think he intentionally hit you?

Angie.

No.

What makes you so sure?

Because I saw his face when he saw me.

Help!

He was destroyed.

Your wife says you went to get the car.

I did, yes,

but when I got down there,

it was gone, and then I just...

I saw the headlights down on the beach.

Worst night of my life.

I blacked out after that and woke up in the hospital.

It was a long recovery...

and Brett was there every day that I can remember.

He's been there every day since,

and it was the last time, here,

I ever saw Kevin.

Until Brett accidentally ran into Kevin tonight,

on the bridge?

-No. -What do you mean no?

Kevin didn't accidentally run into Brett tonight.

He was waiting for him.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.

How do you know that?

Because Kevin told us.

Did he mention why?

Everything that I thought was true for the last 10 years...

it's a fucking lie.

It's why Kevin came back.

Because he remembered.

She has no interest in talking to you.

-You get out of here. Go. -Stop!

Stop.

Hi, Angie.

You look good.

What are you doing here, Kevin?

I just wanted to talk to you, to tell you that...

You take one more step towards her and I will fucking shoot you.

No, you're not a killer.

You're a liar.

I bet you he didn't even tell you, did he?

Tell me what?

About what really went down that night.

You've done enough, Kevin.

Oh, no. I mean, really, you're going to want to hear this.

-You should... -I will fucking shoot you.

Look at him.

Look how scared he is...

because he knows that I am the destroyer of lies.

No, I just... I think you're very, very confused.

No, no.

I'm as clear as a bell, and I'm here to ring, Brett.

It's the shock of bumping into me on the bridge.

-Explain it to him, Angie. -Explain what?

Explain how bumping into me on the bridge

has probably set his mind off into some state of paranoia

or something.

I wasn't surprised to see you on the bridge.

I was waiting for you.

What?

You know, when I got out, I got off those fucking meds...

and the fog lifted,

and it all came rushing back to me.

The fucking voices? Come on.

You know, that gun doesn't give you license

to be a fucking dick, Brett.

She needs to know.

This is bullshit.

It is bullshit.

It was a coincidence.

I saw the surprise on his face, okay?

Street people, street people,

are able to be invisible.

You can just walk through the world and just be a ghost,

nobody wants to see you, and you can just walk

to your local library, find a computer, and sit down,

unbothered.

Focus.

Ten years finding you.

-Come on, this is fucking... -Shut the fuck up, Brett!

He's nuts.

Tell me what you need to tell me, and then you leave.

-Okay? -Okay, sounds good.

Come on.

-Angie. -Let him talk.

Now let him talk.

What are you afraid of?

What did he remember?

-He said... -I wasn't alone that night?

No, he wasn't alone.

Because we were all there, and you were the one behind the wheel.

It is time to go.

-Let's go. -Hey.

Don't touch me. Come on, Brett.

Come on, Angie.

You need to apologize, Brett.

Stop fucking talking.

No. No. No. That is bullshit,

that is not how it happened.

So, Angie's lying?

I'm listening.

It's okay.

No, wait, just wait, just wait, there's more to the story,

okay?

Just fucking wait, wait for one second.

You want to fucking hear this?

Just fucking wait.

Brett's got a story to tell.

You want to hear Brett's story?

-Yeah, I want to hear his story. -Okay.

We want to hear the story, Brett.

Go for it.

Caught you. Where are you going, huh?

I'm just getting you a towel.

Getting a towel?

Going to see your girlfriend.

Oh, no wait.

You're going to see my girlfriend.

-No, Kevin. -No, of course not.

Of course not.

Bullshit, me.

Huh?

I can see it now, man.

The blinders are off, bitch.

It's so clear. I can see you.

I see you.

Kevin, you've been raging for 48 hours straight,

so I don't think you're seeing anything very clearly right now.

That's a fucking bale.

I see the whole fucked up equation.

Yeah, you don't even want her.

Did you know that?

You want me.

You settled for her.

You settled for her.

You settled.

You settled.

You sinister little fucking vampire.

You settled.

You want me.

You want my fucking skin.

But you can't steal it.

Because it's God-given.

You fucking talentless hack.

Aww.

Aww, is it...

Hey, you want to be me?

You want to kill me.

Hey.

You want to kill me.

Huh?

Huh?

-No? -Yes.

Fucking frowler.

You blood sucking fraud.

Whatever Angie says I'll live by.

That is so you.

Waiting for somebody to say it's okay.

It's okay, go ahead.

How can you be an artist and you're afraid of risk?

Huh?

Oh. Okay.

Okay, where are we going?

Buckle up.

I'll risk it.

You'll never know.

You'll never know what it's really like.

Shit is torcher.

What are you doing?

How's this for risk? Huh, bitch?

Hey man, turn the lights on.

Who's afraid now? Who's afraid now?

This is not risk. This is just...

Just turn your lights on!

It was me.

That's a hell of a secret to hold on to for all these years.

Say, you double back

and acted like you weren't in the car all this time.

Until now.

But then...

why would he shoot himself?

If anything, I think Kevin would have turned the gun on you.

Okay, well, he didn't.

Obviously, he didn't shoot me.

Well, you see the problem I'm having with your story here.

Right, Brett?

What do you want me to say?

I ruined my marriage to try to stop a friend from killing himself.

Angie doesn't want to speak to me, and he's dead anyways,

so.

You could judge me.

You could call me a liar, but I didn't kill anyone.

Nobody's saying you killed anybody.

Okay, so then you believe me that I didn't shoot Kevin.

No.

I just know you didn't kill him.

Here, it's cold tonight.

The MT said the bullet barely grazed you.

It's just coffee.

You brew it yourself?

Yes, if you call throwing some grinds at a coffee maker.

You didn't put any meds in here, did you?

Because I'm off that shit.

Huh.

No meds.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you?

I could ask you the same thing.

I just got shot in the head, so I'm not the most reliable narrator.

Let's just say we'll trust each other, deal?

So, you are currently homeless, is that correct?

Look, it's not a crime to be homeless.

I have two houses.

One in Chicago, one in Hawaii, on the Big Island.

Didn't we just agree that we were going

to be honest with each other?

No, I'm trying to do that.

Okay.

Ask me if I am currently unhoused.

Ah, I got it.

Sorry. Didn't mean to offend you.

Are you currently unhoused?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

When I choose not to live in my other two houses.

Yes, we're honestly going to be honest.

We're going to be honest because we said honestly.

Let's go then and be honest.

So...

You live on the street by choice, is that what you're telling me?

No.

No, I had a heavy heart.

I needed to be around other heavy-hearted individuals.

I don't follow.

Certain unnamed professionals

told me that I have a need to self-flagellate

and I wanted to inflict pain.

You want to hurt other people?

No, on myself.

I want to inflict pain on myself.

Look, man, please don't put words in my mouth.

Okay. Okay, look, I'm just trying to help you here,

Kevin.

Help.

Maybe we can even become friends and I can come stay at your house

in Hawaii.

Are you being funny?

Are you being funny right now?

Are you the funny guy?

Did you track down your old college friends

in order to tell Angie the truth about the night of the accident?

How can you be an artist when you're afraid of risk?

No.

You didn't tell Angie that Brett was driving the car?

No. Do we have to talk about this.

So, up until tonight, you thought...

Every day, I wake up

and I see Angie in the sand.

In the sand.

Over and over

and fuck!

-You didn't kill Angie? -Help!

Help!

When I woke up and I had bloody hands on the steering wheel

and I saw Angie out in the sand and that's all I had.

Every day, over and over and over, every day.

Seeing her out there from that day until today,

it's all I had.

That's all I had to...

Can we please just stop talking about that night already now,

please?

So, tonight was purely by accident?

I... I don't think anything in the world is pure chance.

I mean there's...

I mean, that gets into a whole metaphysical belief system.

That's just dependent on what you believe.

-Kevin. -But...

Kevin.

I don't know. Is there really free will?

-Kevin. -I mean, who am I to say?

Were you waiting for Brett on the bridge?

Did you come looking for him tonight?

I mean...

Maybe.

Maybe? Maybe what?

It's just it's possible that I've been carrying that day around.

Dragging it through the dirt.

Sleeping with it.

It was in my pain. It was in my fucking...

He's never getting it.

We're all just never getting this.

Stop. Stop.

Stop saying that!

You know, maybe I just had an ulterior motive.

Brett?

Kevin.

It's Kevin Broady.

Wow.

It's crazy.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Did he invite you up to his

house when you ran into him on the bridge?

No.

So, why did you break into his house tonight?

To return his wallet, I guess.

The one you stole on the bridge?

I didn't steal his wallet.

He dropped it when he shoved me.

He shoved you?

Maybe I shook him first.

I don't want your taco money.

It's $60, Kevin. Take it.

-I don't want your fucking gas money. -What's wrong with you?

-Take the money. -We were friends.

-What's wrong with you? -What's wrong?

Take the money.

-What's wrong with you, man? -What's wrong with you?

Huh? What's wrong with?

What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you? What's wrong?

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?

Stay the fuck away from us, Kevin. Stay the fuck away from us.

Stay the fuck away from us, Kevin.

Hey, hey.

What's wrong with you?

I was just returning his wallet.

That's it.

Dropped your wallet.

Okay.

Thanks... Thanks for bringing it back.

Architecture. huh?

Makes sense.

All those straight lines.

You were so good with order.

You stole my wallet so you could come here and talk to Angie?

Hm?

I didn't steal your wallet

but I wouldn't mind seeing Angie.

Some things that need to be said.

I got a lot hanging on me, Brett.

Heavy.

Heavy.

Heavy.

Guess I always knew you would come back eventually.

Maybe you shouldn't be getting high, Kevin.

It's a little late for that.

A little late for that, Brett.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Now.

Look, I can't change what happened.

But Angie and I, we have a good thing now that we have built over hard,

hard time.

Sounds like love.

I'm begging you, man, just fucking... leave.

You bring this back, then she's going to leave me

and she's the only fucking thing that I have.

Please.

There he is.

Brett wanted to come clean too, I just couldn't see it.

I just couldn't see it.

I'm not going to leave until I get my forgiveness.

So, clearly,

Brett was afraid that you knew what really happened

and you're telling me you had no idea.

No.

No idea.

I guess I...

I guess I tend to miss out on social cues.

I just wanted to apologize to her.

Brett says you were going to shoot yourself tonight.

I couldn't carry it anymore.

And he tried to stop you by admitting

the truth about the accident.

Yeah, but I wouldn't give him a fucking medal.

He let me carry that around for 10 fucking years.

Not to mention what he did to Angie.

Not cool.

Yeah, well, he also said you shot yourself anyway.

Why the fuck would I do that?

So how did you end up shot?

You were driving?

You did this to her?

Why now?

Because I don't want your blood on my conscience?

It's a little late for that, Brett.

Put the gun down.

You ran.

Yes, to get an ambulance.

People call me delusional.

Hold on, let me remind you of something, okay?

I've been there for you ever since that night, Angie.

Oh, God. It's all been a big fucking lie.

No, it has not. Not to me.

What we have here, what we have built, I love you.

Love?

Love? You fucking call this love?

Fuck.

Fuck.

Kevin, oh, fuck.

I...

I owe you an apology.

Okay, hold on!

Hold on!

No one here is fucking innocent, okay?

You needed me when he started losing his shit.

I was there for you.

Fuck off, Brett!

-Fuck off! -Yeah, fuck off, Brett.

Run.

No.

That's what you'll do.

Angie...

don't do this.

Yeah, ain't that much fun when the rabbit got the gun, huh?

That girl's got some serious rage.

She shot you?

Of course.

I like to think that she was aiming for Brett.

Okay.

Hey...

let it go.

Angie.

Angie.

Listen to me.

Hey, hey, Angie.

Look at me, look at me.

The cops are up front, okay?

They're going to be back here any second.

We need to get our story straight.

I was aiming for you.

That's okay.

Hey, I know this is fucked up.

I know that we have a lot of unpacking to do.

You think?

We can't change what happened 10 seconds ago.

We can't change what happened 10 years ago.

I can keep you from going to jail for murder.

I'm not going to let you go to prison, okay?

I love you.

They don't need to know anything about our history.

They don't need to know our story.

He broke into our... A homeless man broke into our backyard.

Had a psychotic breakdown.

I went outside to talk to him.

I took my gun.

He wrestled my gun from me, and he shot himself in the head.

That's our story. That is the story.

Aren't you tired of lying?

The truth is a luxury we don't have right now.

And you will go to jail

if you do not listen to me.

So please.

Police officers. Let me see your hands.

-Get your hands up. -We're the homeowners.

We're the ones who called you.

Where's the weapon?

He's in the pool.

He shot himself. The gun's in there, too.

Control, have medics roll in.

We need you to step away from the pool.

Just stay calm and follow our directions.

You're free to go.

What?

I guess you can file a report on Kevin for breaking and entering.

But, personally, I think you've already done enough to him

for a lifetime.

Don't you think?

So?

Please get the fuck out of my police station.

Get the fuck out.

Please.

Now.

Thank you. I guess...

You're free to go, Kevin.

I... I can just go?

Yeah.

Unless you want to file a report against Angie for attempted murder.

But I mean...

She was trying to shoot Brett who you probably feel kind of deserved it.

No, no, no. I'm... I'm good, man.

I'll go. I'll go.

I know that was a lot to process tonight,

but the good news is... that's it.

You're done.

That's it?

You can file a report against Brett for vehicular assault.

Not too late for that.

Kevin would end up back in jail since he was in the car,

and seeing how you shot him tonight,

maybe you can cut him some slack.

I don't want to file a report.

Okay.

Angie.

Kevin asked me to tell you apologies and forgiveness.

Brett?

Brett?

Brett?

-The stairs. -Hm?

They're still that recycled wood I mixed.

They're upcycled, not recycled.

Oh, okay. Let's just call a thing what it is, okay?

Remember, it's not about the space.

It's about the fucking paintings.

Please.

Okay, what else then?

Please don't touch that.

-Ah. -My wife must have done that as a joke.

She moved out, right?

This leaf blower is...

I can't think straight.

-Give me one second. -Hm.

Can you... Can you turn that thing off?

No, turn it off.

Thank you.

Is this a Broady?

What?

This painting...

isn't this a Kevin Broady?

You... You know him?

Nobody knows him.

Allegedly, he lives on the street and drops his paintings off

at the back of the Marks Gallery.

This is worth over $100,000.

♪ Jump in the morning so that I'm warming ♪

♪ The shadows fade across my Face ♪

♪ No way tell me love, no way Back ♪

♪ We follow the voices we can Reach ♪

♪ There is no rest along this Journey ♪

♪ And your love must be so Silly ♪

♪ When I was young And not so lonely at once ♪

♪ I knew that loving felt no Fear ♪

♪ I had a dream in the mirror ♪

♪ We're wandering to a faraway Place ♪

♪ I am no stranger to a Stranger ♪

♪ Oblivion in search of peace ♪

♪ I found you in A movie piece ♪

♪ The lights are dim across Your face ♪

♪ You speak the truth

♪ Collect the shining steel You've laid ♪