All language subtitles for Bones S01E22 - The Woman in Limbo [YIFY]

AII I ask is that you stop by and identify
the skull as Assyrian, Hittite or Egyptian.

- I need my notes for court.
- There's a photocopy.

Last time I read from photocopies, the
defence lawyer told the jury I was winging it.

- Ready. Chop-chop! - I
can't find my originaI notes.

- Photocopy them.
- Last time the defence lawyer told the jury...

It was a ploy, it failed. Let's go.

- I found glass and pollen. What do you want?
- Pollen.

- Perhaps you could swing by Archaeology...
- No swinging.

Her height makes no sense
and her spine length is wacky.

Calculate the height off the femur
and assume the fire shrunk her spine.

You shouldn't talk about other cases
on court day. You'll get confused.

- One question. Assyrian, Hittite or Egyptian...
- What's up?

Buttercup. If you sign off the tissue
markers, Angela can finish the face.

- Why did you say "buttercup"?
- It's amusing rhyming linguistically.

This is the latest Jane Doe from limbo.

I have a rhyming linguini
- see you later, alligator.

Please don't refer to
bone storage as limbo.

There are thousands of remains waiting
to be identified. Limbo seems appropriate.

- No sign of fouI play.
- If you've time for this, you've time for me.

Tissue depth of the cheek bones and jaw
line looks a little deep, otherwise...

Out of limbo, back on earth
and on our way to court.

- Temperance.
- David. What are you doing here?

- She has to get to court.
- Booth, nice to see you,

especially when I'm not in custody.

I read your manuscript. I couldn't
wait to tell you how great it is.

- Thank you. Really?
- You read her manuscript?

Her second noveI
- Bone Free.

- It's like Born Free except no lions.
- Yuck on the title. Am I in it?

- No.
- Definitely.

- We have to get to court.
- Hope you have your originaI notes...

- Told you, Booth!
- No, Bones! We don't have time!

Three minutes! I'll
wait for you in the car.

- So, are you two...
- Yeah, sort of. Is that a problem?

Yeah. Bones is very literaI, so in
future, no jokey advice on court day.

Is something wrong?

- What's this?
- Zack's Jane Doe.

He said that you OK'd
the tissue markers.

No, that can't be right. That can't
possibly be right. You did it wrong.

It's a mistake, Angela.

All right, fine.
Sweetie, I'll turn it off.

The artefact bag from your
Jane Doe, do you have it?

Yes. I also have three bags of soiI
samples from where the remains were buried.

Any of you see Bones? We're
due in court, like, hello, now.

What?

This.

Totally freaked her out.

My theory
- caffeine intolerance.

Yeah, you're gonna want to take Dr
Brennan off the witness list today.

No, she can't make it into court.

Thanks.

- What's going on?
- That... is Christine Brennan.

Good God.

You just found Bones' mother.

- I have to miss court.
- I know.

I remember this belt buckle.

I borrowed it without asking.

First day of high schooI.

My father had it specially made for
my mother because she loved dolphins.

Bones... I'm sorry.

I always knew that for my
parents to disappear like that,

they... they had to be dead.

I thought that when it was
confirmed, I'd feeI relief.

- But...
- It's still bad news.

- You have the file, Zack?
- Jane Doe, number 129, 09/98.

- Where was she found?
- Bones.

What does it say?

"In September of 1998,

a grave-digging crew at the Sunset Memories
cemetery in Salisbury, Pennsylvania,

uncovered human remains in a completely
advanced stage of decomposition. "

- Is it from a grave?
- No, it appears somebody

dug a hole at the edge of the
cemetery and plopped the body in there.

- Zack!
- Sorry.

"The locaI coroner found no
obvious evidence of fouI play

and sent the remains, a few artefacts
and soiI samples to the Jeffersonian,

hoping we could identify her. "

Your mother's been here
as long as you have.

- Zack.
- Sorry.

But they both got here in 1998.

Dr Brennan. Miss Montenegro has
volunteered to drive you home.

Temperance.

Go home.

- It's after midnight.
- I was driving by, I saw the lights.

Thought you might like some Wong Foo's.

- You saw my lights from the road?
- That is correct.

All right.

After you gave me your parents'
file, I did some poking around.

You worked on it?

There wasn't much I could do. There
was no evidence, no clearjurisdiction.

Listen, Bones.

Finding your mother's remains means
I can open an officiaI FBI case.

I mean, for the first time, a
reaI investigation can occur.

Three days after my parents
disappeared, they found our car

at a rest stop 1,000 miles
from where we lived in Chicago.

I found it in an impound lot in Jersey.
I'm having it trucked to the Jeffersonian.

They kept it all those years?

Well, nobody claimed it.

Your father was a high-schooI teacher.
He had no trouble with anyone at work.

- Your mother, that's a... different
matter. - She was a book-keeper.

She was a witness for the prosecution,
twice, on evasion charges. That gives motive.

Then there's your brother.

- Russ. The brother who deserted me.
- He's on parole.

He ran a chop shop, processing
stolen cars for parts.

Figures.

He says that you blame him for
your parents' disappearance.

- You talked to Russ?
- I called him.

Just asked him a few routine
questions. He didn't give me much.

We're gonna find out what
happened to your mom, OK?

Adipocere and decomp residues in the soiI
indicate the body was buried for five years.

That's congruent with pH in the
soiI, climate and degree of decomp.

No, seven years. It
should be seven years.

I'm still going through the soiI samples, but
something may allow me to be more specific.

She was buried near Christmas 1991.

- I need the room.
- The whole lab? For what?

It's a cop way of saying "Get lost".

- What?
- When you gave me the file on your parents,

I looked back into their lives three
to four years before they disappeared.

Jobs, friends. Then I looked back a
little further and I found out that...

Christine Brennan
didn't exist before 1978.

What are you telling me? That
this woman isn't my mother?

I was born in 1976.
Obviously my mother existed.

Do you know the most common
way of creating an identity?

Getting the birth certificate
of someone deceased

who was born the same year you
were and... take over that identity.

I found one Matthew
Brennan, born and died 1948.

You understand?

I don't know what it means. I
don't know what any of it means.

It means that your parents
weren't... who you thought they were.

It means that they were living under...

assumed identities.

Every minute this is
down, I'm losing money.

You want faster work, grab yourself
a cup of coffee. Let me alone, man.

- Are you licensed for this job?
- You're a cop.

- You know who recognises cops?
- Other cops.

And crooks.

I talked to you a couple of
months ago on the phone. I'm Booth.

Are you going to ask me some
more questions about my childhood?

- You found my mother?
- Your sister did the ID.

- What about Dad?
- No.

- What do you want?
- You remember being anyone else besides...

- Russ Brennan?
- No.

- You wouldn't lie to me, would you?
- Cops always think I'm Iying.

- I want you to come to DC and help with this.
- I got ajob, man.

An alternative is I just cite you for
performing unlicensed repairs on heavy equipment.

Get your parole
revoked. Tell you what...

You give me a call
when you get into town.

Oh, if you ask me, this...
this thing here is beyond hope.

Look at that. It works.

I'll see you soon.

- What is it?
- A clump of cellulose.

Came from the soiI
samples at the buriaI site,

- from the same depth as her bones.
- You said you had a giant problem.

- I used the laser scanning microscope.
- Which one is that?

Looks like an espresso machine. It
showed this is mass-produced cardboard.

Electron dispersion
spectroscopy indicates

the cardboard is coated
with unsaturated monomers...

Hodgins. What's the giant problem?

It's a movie ticket. A little UV analysis,
some guesswork, I get The Fugitive.

So what? You don't like
Brennan's mom's taste in movies?

The Fugitive was the third
top grossing film of 1993.

Brennan's parents disappeared
in December of 1991.

Yet Mom's going to Harrison
Ford movies two years later.

Oh, God. This is giant.

What do I do? Pretend
I never found this?

- Dr Brennan.
- Yes. Did you find something in the soiI?

Yeah, uh... This was in the soiI
samples alongside your mother's remains.

- A movie ticket?
- Rialto Theater, 9pm show of The Fugitive.

- September 22nd, 1993.
- How did it get there?

Either your mother had it when she
was buried, or it was buried with her.

- Either way, it dates the buriaI.
- No, that's impossible.

My mother disappeared in 1991.

It's possible Mom was buried
somewhere else, then moved.

- No, that's not possible.
- Maybe it is.

We decided to tell you the truth.

And this is the truth.

- You all right?
- I'm pretty sure I found cause of death.

- Zack.
- Yes, Dr Brennan?

See the discolouration on
the inside of the skull?

Left side. Extending
from the coronaI suture.

Crossing the superior and inferior
temporaI lines to the squamosaI suture.

SubduraI haematoma.

Whoo. A big one.

- Dr Brennan.
- Probably fataI.

There are no indications of
a blow to the outer skull.

Scan the outside of the skull, look for
histologicaI changes, microscopic modelling.

- I don't want to talk to him.
- Bones.

Bones... All right, Zack, if this guy
moves, shoot him with a tranquilliser dart.

I don't actually have
a tranquilliser gun.

Hey, Bones. Come on.

My mother died of a subduraI
haematoma. Bleeding in the brain.

- You want to proceed rationally?
- Chances are...

the subduraI haematoma was
caused by a blow to the head.

You got the how, now let's get the who.

You just told me that
your mother was murdered.

I mean, who better to
help us than your brother?

Mom loved dolphins.

This was mine.

My favourite marble. What
was she doing with that?

- Where did Booth find you?
- It's not hard for the FBI to find a parolee.

- I didn't ask how, I asked where.
- Morehead City, North Carolina.

I call every year on your
birthday. You never pick up.

Take a hint.

- Could I have this, please?
- It's evidence.

- Of what? It's a kid's marble.
- It's the rules. I can't let you have it.

Same old Tempe. Never
met a rule worth breaking.

Same old Russ. On parole.

I might send Russ in to
describe some people to you.

OK. What people?

- People a seven-year-old might remember.
- That's a little vague there, Booth.

The drawing
- that's important. I trust your instincts.

- When it comes to men? -
Ha-ha. When it comes to suspects.

Why do you think that
Bones asked her boyfriend...

to read her book, and not me?

Maybe because there was just
too much of me in the story.

She was embarrassed. You think? Maybe...

Booth. Yeah.

I'm on my way. Thanks.

The family carjust arrived.

- Are we looking for anything in particular?
- Treat it like a brand-new crime scene.

Tear through the whole car, treat it
and go through it with a fine-tooth comb.

That's our old car.

The name of my schooI is
scraped off. Woodside Elementary.

They said they didn't find anything.

There was a bloodstain,
front seat, passenger side.

Guys, everybody. I need space, now.

- What, now?
- Yeah, now.

Take five, everybody.

Twice in two days.

I had NCIC database check for a
married couple who disappeared in 1978.

Meet Max and Ruth Keenan.

- That's Mom and Dad all right.
- The NCIC database? That's... criminals.

My parents were on the
list of federaI offenders?

How do you like that? Guess a
criminaI nature runs in the family.

You were seven years old, Russ. Old
enough to remember. What is your reaI name?

- What is my reaI name?
- Bones, it's here in the file.

No! No! I want him to tell me.

What is my reaI name, Russ?

My name was Kyle.

Your name was Joy.

You are not my brother.

- Bones.
- No! He lied about that.

What else are you Iying about?
What else are you not telling us?

At first, I thought the worst
thing was that they were... missing.

Except dead means no more hope.

My mother was alive for almost
two years after they disappeared.

- She abandoned me.
- You don't know that.

You finally got to slap Russ.

You've been wanting
to do that for years.

I worshipped him, you know?

God, he was so cooI.

Everyone knew I was Russ
Brennan's little sister.

I wasn't cooI or pretty,
so being his sister...

You know that game Marco Polo?

I'd be sitting in class and I'd
hear out the window, "Marco".

It'd be Russ, checking in on me and letting
everyone know that I was his little sister.

Did you "Polo"?

Yeah, sometimes it would be
the only word I said all day.

Polo.

Then Mom and Dad disappeared and...

Russ took off.

Suddenly, no one cared where I was.

I miss that.

Someone caring where I am all the time.

Bones! Bones, are you up there?
Come on, let's go. Chop-chop!

I found the agent that was
assigned to your parents' case.

I was the FBI liaison in a bank robbery task
force working out of Cincinnati in the '70s.

Secret service, state police, ATF, all of
us after a pretty bad bunch of armed robbers

working Ohio, Kentucky, Iowa...

You know, excuse me.

Am I to understand that I'm addressing
the family of one of these robbers?

Max and Ruth Keenan's children.

Max and Ruth. Yeah. They never
really belonged in that crew.

- Why?
- They worked smart.

Specialised in safe
deposit boxes, no guns.

They'd either con their way in or case out
the place, break back in on the weekend.

Took their time. We never got a
handle on the size of their scores.

- Why?
- People keep jewellery and cash in the boxes.

And stuff they don't
want to report stolen.

None of us understood why stand-up
criminals like Max and Ruth

would join this
Midwest strong-arm crew.

Links to white supremacists, reaI
dedication to firearms and violence.

Ajob went bad. Two innocent bystanders
were killed, one trooper, seven wounded.

- When was that?
- July 4th, 1978.

- Never caught 'em?
- Not us. No.

A few years later, one of 'em turned State's
evidence for an FBI agent out of Louisville.

Sent the rest to jaiI. My
understanding is they're all dead.

Our parents were bank robbers?

Who morphed into a high-schooI
science teacher and a book-keeper?

Their particular brand of
safety deposit break-ins stopped.

At the time, I figured the strong-arm
crew killed them for their cut.

- Agent Booth, we found blood in the car.
- We expected that.

Yeah, but here's the wrinkle. We got
blood from two separate individuals.

These two DNA charts are from the blood in
the car. These are from Dr Brennan and Russ.

These three match and this one does not.

- These three people are related?
- This is Mom, me and Russ.

But this chart
- a male, but it's definitely not your father.

OK, so we'll run it through CODIS and the
Convicted Offender Index, see what pops up.

So you describe someone to me
and I draw them. That's the drill.

- Who do I describe?
- I don't know yet.

Booth put us together so I could
charm you into telling me the truth.

Trust me. I got no more truth.

Your sister is my best friend. So when
she says you can't be trusted, I trust her.

This is you being charming?

- Does Tempe really hate me that much?
- Russ, she loves you.

It would be easier if she hated you. Hate
is a lot easier to deaI with than love.

Especially disappointed love.

You know what's ironic? Tempe doesn't
trust me because I kept a promise.

What promise?

Seven years old, Dad and me in
the back yard. This was in Ohio.

My dad tells me, "You're
not Kyle any more. "

"Forget about Kyle. You're Russ. "

He says, "If you ever tell
anyone, the police, anyone,

you'll be killing your
mother and your sister. "

"Swear," he says. "You swear on your
baby sister's life you won't tell. "

He makes me say my new name 100
times. "Russ Brennan, Russ Brennan. "

He says it with me. "Russ Brennan,
Russ Brennan, Russ Brennan. "

Around that time, when Kyle became Russ,

maybe you saw someone, maybe
you saw someone who scared you.

Someone who scared you
because you had instincts.

The instincts of a frightened kid.

Was there someone like that?

Yeah.

A man came to the house one day.

My dad said if I ever saw this guy
again, to grab my sister and hide.

Well, when you're ready,
you'll describe that man to me.

All right.

If you keep bringing Chinese food in the
middle of the night, we'll both get fat.

- I know what you've been thinking.
- I doubt it.

You've been thinking that your family
is made up of liars and criminals.

And that makes you feeI lonely.

- There's a story here we don't know yet.
- Like what?

Bones, "don't know"
means it's a mystery.

What were your parents like?

My parents...

My dad, he, uh... he drove
Thuds and Phantoms in Vietnam.

Those are fighterjets. After that,
he was a barber in Philadelphia.

My mom, she wrote jingles for
a locaI advertising agency.

So they didn't go out at night
after you were asleep and rob banks?

Listen, Bones, you know...

Parents have secret lives.

If they didn't, they
wouldn't be parents.

It is a little late
for Chinese, isn't it?

Thanks for the meaI. See you tomorrow.

- Dr Brennan, is it morning?
- No, I couldn't sleep. Why are you still here?

We're all here. No one's leaving untiI we
figure out what happened to your mother.

Thank you.

Don't thank me. I'm failing.

I've gone over the skull and
found no evidence of remodelling,

which makes no sense because any wound that
results in a subduraI haematoma that big

should leave a mark on the living bone.

What if the subduraI haematoma
started out much smaller?

- And grew over time?
- Over the course of, say, a year.

That might explain the gap between the time
she got an injury and the time she was buried.

Then the blow itself might not
have left a mark on the bone.

Show me the surface of the skull directly
above the centre of the haematoma.

100 times magnification.

Go to 500.

- See here?
- Microscopic fractures on the osteons.

And is that the result of bleeding
into the interstitiaI spaces?

I can map the fractured osteons.

That might lead us to the weapon.

- I'm awake.
- Yeah. I can see that.

- Got a break on the DNA in the car.
- You know who it is?

Not exactly. It's a closed file. Whoever it is
is in the Witness Protection. I'll make a request.

- What if he had a face?
- Who's that?

Someone your dad pointed out to Russ when
he was seven. Somebody he's still afraid of.

I'm gonna play hardball
with Witness Protection.

If they don't cooperate, I'll
put his face in the paper.

- Wouldn't you get in trouble for that?
- Well, we'll find out.

You know what? Sometimes,
he is just... whoo!

What?

This is the pattern
of fractured osteons.

- A blow from the front that grazed the skull.
- A bullet?

There'd have been particulates left
by a bullet fired from short range.

I isolated the most fractured
osteons and this pattern emerges.

- It looks like the business end of a tyre iron.
- No, the size is wrong. It's too small.

The weapon was actually chasing
the skull when it landed.

I believe she was pulled away, so most of the
force was lost, leaving a slight impression.

Bones. I got what I need from Witness
Protection. Let's go for a drive.

Everybody.

Thank you.

I...

Thank you.

OK, Bones, just listen to me. This guy
McVicar, he might be a pig farmer now,

but he used to be a mechanic with ties in the
strong-arm crew your parents ran away from.

- A mechanic like Russ?
- Not like Russ. Russ fixes things.

This guy, he used to kill people.

- Can I help you, folks?
- Yeah. Put your hands up.

- Do it.
- Booth!

Check him for a gun.

What's going on?

- He's got a. 45.
- .45? Check his ankle.

- He's got a. 38.
- .38. I'm always right.

- I'm FBI. I know who you are.
- Steve Beers, pig farmer.

Vince McVicar, the pig farmer, huh?

You wanna talk to Vince McVicar, you
do it through the federaI marshals.

Then I'd have to tell 'em about a pig
farmer who carries two concealed weapons.

Three. .22 in the small of his back.

- .22. I'm always right.
- No, you're not.

I am. Bones, will you put the gun down?

What do you want?

I'm Ruth Keenan's daughter.

Joy?

You're Joy Keenan?

Yeah.

I can see that.

- We found your blood in the car.
- You hurt people. You bashed in their heads.

They never proved that,
or I wouldn't be here.

We know how it works, Vince.

You rat out your crew, everybody
loses interest in a few old murders.

- My mother was hit on the head.
- Yeah, I know. I was there.

- 32 stitches.
- She fought back, huh?

Ruthie fought back, all right.

- But not against me.
- Then against whom?

Your father.

Why did he attack you?

- Think about it a second, all right?
- You and my... my mother?

Me and Ruthie ran off together.

Max caught us pulling into a moteI
outside of Champaign, Illinois.

We were nuts about each
other, Ruthie and me.

- Crazy in love.
- Let's just skip that part, OK?

- He hit Ruthie first.
- With what?

Tyre iron.

Hit my arm, caught me a
roundhouse to the head.

Lights out, baby.

I came to, Ruthie and Max were
gone. Never saw neither of 'em again.

If you ask me, Max killed Ruthie,
buried her somewhere and vanished.

Our plan, once we set up,

most likely in Florida,

was to bring you down.

Your father is a hard man, Joy.

My name is Brennan. I'm Dr...

I'm Dr Temperance Brennan.

I work at the Jeffersonian Institution.
I'm a forensic anthropologist.

I specialise in identif...

in identifying...

in identifying people who
nobody knows who they are.

My father was a science teacher
and my mother was a book-keeper.

My brother...

I have a brother.

I'm Dr Temperance Brennan.

I know who you are.
Hey, I know. It's OK.

Shh. It's gonna be all right.

- No way Dad hits Mom. No way.
- If he caught them together...

- No way Mom cheats on Dad. No way.
- McVicar lies the way you guys drink water.

He killed people then he
snitched to save his own ass.

- You don't believe him?
- No, I don't.

Give me one piece of evidence
that doesn't back up his story.

- Sticker on your parents' car was scraped off.
- What does that prove?

The only reason to do that would
be to keep you guys hidden and safe.

- From McVicar?
- He did hits for the crew that they ran out on.

- What else?
- There's a story that tracks for me,

but without evidence, it's just a story.

Tell us.

Your parents go out Christmas shopping,
they spot McVicar, the hit man.

They lead him away from your home.

Scrape off the name of the schooI
so he can't trace it to me and Russ.

- He takes out your dad.
- And Mom gets away with a head wound?

She leaves the car 1,000 miles away,

but she can never go back to see you guys
because the crew is still looking for her.

- It's just a story.
- Fits the evidence.

The weapons that McVicar had on him,

they're a violation of his
agreement with Witness Protection.

I'm gonna take him into custody,
get a warrant, search his farm.

- For what?
- McVicar liked to bash in people's heads.

Maybe we'll get lucky and
match the weapon he used.

- It's unlikely.
- In that case, we'll still ruin his day.

Tempe, that theory explains why Mom
never came back for you before she died.

- What's your excuse, Russ?
- You're the one that left me.

You... you needed someone
to blame, you chose me.

- I was 15 years old.
- I was 19!

My parents were gone, my sister hated me.
Everyone's telling me she should be in care.

- You didn't even ask me.
- I tried, Temperance. You wouldn't talk to me!

You wouldn't be talking if Mom's bones
hadn't shown up. And I kept trying.

Every year. Every year on your birthday.

You're the one that gave up!

You turned your back on me and
you made yourself a new family.

What's going on?

The FBI delivered these tools
and weapons from the pig farm guy.

We went through them to see if any
matched the mark on your mom's skull.

We got 20 hammers, a dozen hatchets.
Man loves his blunt instruments.

Seven tyre irons. None of them match
the wound, even allowing for shrinkage.

It was 15 years ago. Even
if McVicar killed my mother,

what are the chances he
hung on to the exact weapon?

It's always like this with McVicar.

Some mook is found with his forehead
bashed in and the FBI goes in,

collects about 40 hammers,
and nothing matches.

- Always the forehead?
- That's his signature kill. Yeah.

Not that anyone could ever prove it.

You said guys like McVicar get
comfortable with a way of killing.

- Yeah.
- Where did McVicar grow up?

He grew up a farm kid in Iowa. Why?

How do you slaughter a pig?

- Why's he here?
- He gets nervous. We're getting close.

Found this in the barn.

This is a spring-loaded
captive bolt stunner.

The animaI's restrained,
it's pressed to the forehead.

Who could use this on a human being?

Who could use this on a pig?

It's the perfect dodge. Blood,
flesh can all be explained.

- I think I just became a vegetarian.
- What do you think?

Yeah. Same shape as a tyre iron,
but smaller. This could be a match.

Before you decide
anything, we should talk.

I'd call that nervous. Wouldn't you?

There's no way to prove that's the weapon
that killed your mother or anyone else.

You'd be surprised
at what she can prove.

- I need to speak to you alone.
- Forget it.

- Booth, it's all right. It's all right.
- No. No.

You got two ways to look at this.
One is you score a private chat.

Second is you attack her and I'll
drill you through the forehead.

- How could I possibly attack her?
- I'll decide what is and isn't an attack,

like, say, a hiccup.

Booth. Come on.

- You killed my mother.
- It would be hard to convince ajury.

I'm pretty persuasive.
I'll put you away.

Here's the thing, Joy.

Two people know what really happened
that night. Me and your father.

- You killed him before you attacked my mom.
- Then how did I get this scar on my head?

You got a choice, Joy.

Drop the bolt stunner down the
well and you'll know what happened.

You put me in front of ajury, not
only will you faiI to convict, but...

you'll never know the truth.

You can't live with that, Joy.

You can't live not knowing.

I found out what happened to my mother.
I'll find out what happened to my father too.

- We're done.
- You'll never know what happened your dad!

- Why are you letting me drive?
- It's a reward for totally pissing off a hit man.

- Oh, can I read your book?
- After it's come out.

- Not before?
- No.

What? I let you drive.

- Just let it go.
- Where are we going?

I'd like to make up
for a little lost time.

I'm gonna go get a funneI cake, OK?

I have something for you.

Thanks, Tempe.

Russ.

You were right.

You were only 19, but at the time...

I didn't understand what that meant.

Sometimes people need to
explain things to me, I guess.

Then... you have to
let them talk to you.

If you could maybe come back
and stay a couple of days longer?

Please?

At my place, I mean.

Marco.

Polo.

- Anybody thirsty?
- Is it too early for a beer?

I gotta go. I'm picking
up Parker for the weekend.

I'll take one.

- You have a boy?
- Yeah.

The woman I'm seeing,
she's got two daughters.

Nice.

Girls are nice.

- To us.
- Whoever the hell we are.

To what we're becoming.

New message recorded today. 3pm.

Temperance, you have to stop looking.

Y ou have to stop looking for me right
now. This is bigger and worse than you know.

Please. Stop now.

Who's that?

That was my father.

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