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Her name is Melanie Jaswinsky.

Single shot, small caliber,

point blank to the throat.

The last thing she saw on God's green earth

was her killer's face.

I hope it was good-looking.

Purse was found near the body.

One of those big satchel jobs.

Contents were gone.

Lab found traces of cocaine,

yellowish in color.

The good shit.

Drug deal went south?

No prints, no witnesses, no weapon.

We got nothing but a pretty girl with a hole in her throat.

Kick it over to Narcotics.

City controller is busting my stones

on all the overtime hours logged last pay period.

All right.

Man: Hey, out there in radioland, you're listening

to the best station in Stockton.

Don't touch that dial.

The station that makes you want to listen.

Here's what's happening.

A 39-year-old unidentified man

went berserk last night...

- Wilson: Where are you? - Crystal: Car broke down.

What am I supposed to do until you get here?

You have to stall.

Wilson, don't wait for Apex.

I need you to get in your car...

Too late. He's here.

Stay on the line.

Man on radio: Are not releasing any information

until they complete their investigation.

- Wilson: You Apex? - Man: Got the money?

It's on the way.

Suspect's death.

♫♫ [soul]

[honk honk]

- Aah! - [crash]

♫♫ [Fantastic Negrito's "An Honest Man"]

[blues vocalization]

♫ Now I'm in love again ♫

♫ No, this time it's not ♫

♫ With my hand ♫

♫ Wandering, murdering ♫

♫ Every time that I get ♫

♫ The chance ♫

♫ I'm a human ♫

♫ But remember first ♫

♫ I'm a man ♫

♫ These streets ♫

♫ Got me wandering ♫

♫ Looking for my fix again ♫

♫ I should've prayed ♫

♫ The night before ♫

♫ Now I'm losing ♫

♫ Everything I have ♫

♫ Yesterday it felt so good ♫

♫ But now today ♫

♫ It feels so bad ♫

♫♫

Pernell! Wake up, man.

- What? - Goodbye.

What are you, fucking nuts?

Oh, yeah, that's real funny coming from you.

- Yeah. Get out of my house. - Hey...

You gave me three fucking days.

Well, I'm taking them back, just like you took

your support for the name change, Judas.

Judas?

Judas Iscariot with a lariat.

You hung me out to dry.

"Anything for a friend," right.

Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

You think I fucking want to be here? Huh?

I got no place else to go

since you told Crystal about Olinari.

That's what this is about?

You big baby, you're going to put that on me?

You swore your silence. Now she's God knows where.

Because she got a buffoon for a husband...

An old man on a messed-up acid trip.

You drove her away, not me.

I had a shot, Bobo. You took that away.

Look, no more talking, all right? Just get out.

Mind if I put some fucking pants on?

I don't care what you do.

Ask Elvis or Man In the Moon over there

if they want to see your pants on or off.

You do whatever you want.

I'm going to do what the fuck I want.

Yeah, yeah. You can eat my food, right?

You can leave your pubic hairs on my soap.

You can sit there with your totem pole face

in front of my TV.

I don't care. But you know what?

If I come home from work and you're still here,

I'll be calling 911 and telling them I shot an intruder.

Get the fuck out of here.

Crystal?

[gasp]

Honey, are you hurt? Huh?

She's dead.

Wilson's dead.

It's a he.

Wilson's dead.

Okay, Crys.

You got a little hickey from the, uh,

from the air bag. Can you stand?

Come on. Come on, sweetie.

I'm going to help you stand, okay?

Come on. Stand up, baby.

[gurgling]

- Ohh. - Okay.

Come on.

I'm taking you home.

[panting] I can't leave her.

Him. Yeah, we can. We're going to, okay?

I'm going to call Wildlife Control.

You get in the car, okay? I'll be right back.

Trim's going to get another coat.

You're never satisfied, are you?

We're almost there. We're getting there.

Just got a few little touchups.

Gonna replace the strike plates,

light switch covers.

- Hey. - It should be done today.

Hmm.

It looks beautiful.

S-So what are you going to do with it?

I'm going to put it on the market.

I'm sure it'll go pretty quick.

This neighborhood's on the rise.

So it's not going to be for you?

I got my dream house in escrow, KD.

I don't mind if you stay here until it sells.

I appreciate that.

Hey, I, um...

- This is for you. - Hmm.

Oh, no. That wasn't the deal.

- You know that. - I know that.

I know, but I thought about it,

and you've got this place looking better

- than before the fire. - I'm not...

I think it's fair.

I'm not taking your money.

Put it towards a new truck.

My truck... My truck fits me.

It barely runs.

Oh, but...

Don't you want something nicer?

Ohh.

When I first got out of prison,

I went to the state fair in Sacramento.

Fairly cheap. The food was good.

Lot of people smiling.

It was good for an inmate who taught himself not to.

[chuckle] I'll bet.

They were raffling off this new Cadillac.

5 bucks a ticket.

The money was gonna fund some youth center,

so I bought two, and I won.

- Wow. - Mm-hmm.

So you're lucky.

Well, I was that day.

It was a compact one, but it was real nice.

What happened to it?

Well, I drove it a lot.

And I slept in it a couple of times,

and I played the stereo.

It was the nicest thing I ever owned.

But about a month after they brought it to me,

I ran it into the back of this Spanish guy's truck.

Didn't mess it up too bad.

I didn't have insurance, and I was drunk,

so I just traded him.

Well, no wonder you quit drinking.

Drinking didn't have much to do with it.

I probably would have given it away sober.

I have a hard time

holding on to nice things.

And, uh...

- What? - I need you to call Olinari.

Say whatever it takes to get him here.

Okay.

I'm serious.

Okay, but you really need to see this.

[crowd gasps]

Woman: Somebody do something!

Paul: And no matter how hard you hit

or how far you run,

there's no escaping Him...

Not for me, not for you, not for anyone...

Because you've been found! You've been found!

Nick: There he is.

Worldstar sensation.

I guess, like a half million other people,

he's already seen it.

Tell me he's not going to press charges.

Oh, that's the least of my concerns.

You mind?

Judge Stanton just denied our motion

to postpone voir dire.

But hey, all the evidence is circumstantial.

Me versus McCauley on the likeability scale,

no contest.

I'm not making guarantees,

but shit,

I have pulled off miracles before.

But then...

there's you.

I've heard all this before.

I'm going to be dancing around sketchy DNA,

poking holes in witness testimony,

but the jurors aren't going to care

because they're going to be looking at you

and thinking about the video

where you punched a preacher in the face.

You think she loves me?

- What? - Crystal.

I'm not exactly the guy

you should be asking that question to.

Ah, come on, Nick. You know her. You talk to her.

Love or not, she doesn't want to be with you.

I don't see that changing.

I talked to Olinari. He'll be here in an hour.

PJ: We give them our data,

and they make chains that fit us better.

I created Bathwater as an answer

to help us break those chains.

Coming in or what?

If they can't track us, they can't control us.

Hey.

If they can't control us...

Uch. Fucking dog schmutz is on everything.

Where are you going?

Uh, I just got to get out of town for a little bit.

I need to not... Not be here, you know?

J, what is that?

That's PJ's manifesto. Sorry.

Did Pernell ever see that?

I don't know. I don't think so.

What is it?

Nothing. It just sounds familiar.

Well, it did explode online after PJ died, so...

Yeah. That's what it was.

You... You okay hearing PJ's voice?

I don't know about okay,

but that's the PJ that I remember, you know,

before everything...

happened.

He cared so much about everything, and...

that's the guy that I remember.

That's the guy that surprised me

on our first anniversary.

I was having lunch with my mom,

and he showed up in a gorilla suit

to tell me that he's ape shit about me.

Yeah, that was the PJ I knew.

That's the PJ that I thought I knew.

I just think I need to listen to that

so I can remember who he was.

I just need to hear it over and over.

Maybe that's because you loved him, J.

It was a little breakdown.

What do you want, Pernell?

I want my wife back.

I was going to lie and say

the blood didn't lift from your blouse

and keep it for myself,

but since Bambi fucked up your Beemer,

I figured you could use some good news.

Mom, the cable's out.

Hold on.

Crystal, what are you doing here?

Pernell is following me around

like a lost puppy.

I just needed a break from everything.

This might cheer you up.

PJ's manifesto,

it's up to 400,000 views.

You have any luck finding Bathwater?

Mm-mm. No.

What about that hacker you told me about?

Wilson. She couldn't help?

All right. We're going for a ride.

Call the cable guy.

And no smoking. Come on.

Come on.

I want to stop by my dad's before lunch.

I'll be ready in about 20.

- You got it, sir. - Thank you.

You coming with me to this museum thing, right?

I might miss that, Pop.

Why?

Dad, you believe in God, right?

Uh, it depends on who's asking.

I mean, if it's the AMC Mafia,

then hallelujah, praise the Lord.

Pass the blank check.

I'm serious. Do you believe?

[monitor buzzing]

- If there's a God. - Yes.

Sure. Because I still can't figure out

how the hell we got here.

But do I wake up and pray? No.

Do I believe karma's a bitch? Yes.

Do I live my life based on the Good Book?

Well, you know the answer to that.

Where's this coming from?

I'm thinking.

[beep]

You know how I've been saying

you should distance yourself from Pernell...

Mostly because his whole religious trip

had me thinking he had gone off the deep end?

He has.

Yeah, but what if there's something to it?

The God thing, I mean.

The man didn't just start going to church, okay?

He says he's having visions.

Thinks God is telling him to do shit.

You always have to boil the taste

out of everything, don't you, Dad?

Now you sound like your mother.

Well, maybe I should go talk to her, then.

About what?

Damn, son, all right, come on.

Pull back the curtain and start the show.

Do you remember a recording

of Pernell speaking tongues in a fountain?

How can I forget? We got that show on repeat.

What Pernell was saying on that recording, Dad,

sounds a lot like a manifesto that PJ made

before he died, okay?

It's different words, but it's the s...

Okay, enough of the bullcrap.

You've been wanting that gibberish

to make sense from the start.

Why, I don't know.

Maybe your mom is, uh, guilt tripping you.

But look, I don't care.

If that... [babbling]...

If that's starting to make sense,

it's because you want it to.

So you say that without even listening to it?

I say that knowing how people are.

If you want something to be true bad enough,

you'll make it true in your head.

Dad, I'm telling you what I heard

and what I saw. That's real.

Pernell heard voices and saw signs in his head

that told him, if he did certain things,

PJ would wake up.

And he was a lot more convinced than you.

But I seem to remember the two of us

standing on a cliff at Big Sur

while the Harrises dumped PJ's ashes.

That ring a bell?

Ah, damn it.

You didn't name that dead deer Wilson, did you?

No.

You... You kill Wilson, too?

Like the deer?

No.

I didn't do it.

I'm just responsible for it.

[knocking]

- Hey. - Hey.

Hi. I'm Gordie from TruCal.

You called about your cable.

- That was quick. - We...

We had a cancellation down the road.

Some guy must have pounded on his cable box,

and voilà, "Ice Road Truckers" is back on.

Okay. Uh, well, come on in.

All right.

It's hot out there today.

Oh, toasty, toasty, scorcher.

[giggle]

Does that actually work?

What's that?

Pounding on the box.

It works. Just don't do it. I'll be out of a job.

[laughing]

Okay, well, I'll be in the kitchen

- if you need me. - Okey-dokey.

[whistling]

[whistling]

[buzzing]

Hey, you want something to drink?

Dirty martini, three olives.

Yeah, I wish.

[chuckling] No, I'm good.

Thank you.

Uh, can I use your bathroom?

Oh, yeah, sure. It's just off to the left.

T-To the left.

Yeah. Right and then left.

[muttering]

[monitor beeping]

Hippocrates called it the sacred disease.

But a lot of scientists, including me,

believe that the prophets and seers in the old days

were actually people suffering from temporal lobe epilepsy.

They thought they were having divine visions

and... and hearing holy voices,

but really it was their brain in hyper mode.

My visions revealed things I never could have known,

took me places I never could have found on my own.

It may seem that way,

but then they wouldn't call it sacred disease

if it wasn't special.

Uh, this wasn't just kooks.

Sir Isaac Newton was said to be afflicted by it.

Hmm.

I believe that you were capable

of seeing patterns

and making connections that normal people can't

because your brain was filling in the blanks

between your subconscious and the conscious.

So...

me and Isaac Newton, huh?

I can't remember my fucking PIN code.

There was, uh...

There was a kid.

He would glance at a page in the encyclopedia,

and he would recite it verbatim in seconds.

One day I took him on a walk,

and when we got back,

he could tell me the license plate

of every car we passed,

moving or parked.

But, on the other hand,

he wasn't able to maintain friendships

or function in school or connect with his parents,

and that is why it is called a disease

and not a gift.

But you can fix it, right?

I know you're excited,

but try and stay still, Mr. Harris.

Yes. Temporal lobe epilepsy can be controlled.

Why didn't we think about doing this earlier?

Because it only makes sense now.

You could have spared yourself

a lot of grief and frustration

if you had told me about your God issues

from the start.

Honesty is our friend, judge.

Now I have you hooked up to a video EEG.

As soon as a hallucination kicks in,

we will see the activity here in your temporal lobe.

Just relax. This is only a formality.

But we have to do it to make the diagnosis official.

All right?

And then we will make you better.

Hmm.

I'll take those for you.

- Woman on TV: Hi, there. - Hello, darling.

Male narrator: There she was, my Kay,

the darling of my heart.

I couldn't yet believe

she was a married woman.

She still seemed like a kid to me

playing at keeping house.

Woman: How are you? You feeling all right?

Man: Feeling all right? Look at her.

[chatter on TV continues]

Why are you in here?

Oh, uh, the line runs through here.

Just need to detect for any issues.

You like gnomes.

Right? My mom loved gnomes.

Mother was a gnome addict.

Gnome-atic.

Had them all over the house.

Guard gnomes to sneaky little garden gnomes.

Said they were for protection,

but when I was a kid...

they just used to freak me out.

I always felt like I was being watched.

Ah. Here it is.

Well, I should be done.

I just need to...

[buzzing]

Yeah. We're good.

Hopefully you don't have to see me any time soon.

You know, that poster was actually a gift from my mom.

Oh.

Maybe he is spying.

Put some tape on its eyes.

That's what I used to do. You'll be fine.

Have a nice day.

Erika: Does anybody else know besides Pernell?

Crystal: Wilson.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

And you don't know who killed her.

We set up a meeting with this guy

who was supposed to give us this key

so we could decode PJ's software.

I never made it there.

Okay, wait. If you weren't there,

how do you know she died?

Because I was on the phone with her

when it happened.

I heard the whole fucking thing.

Jesus.

And you don't know who did it?

And now I don't know if they're after me.

[engine starts]

Come on, baby.

Come here, boy.

Come here. Come here, come here.

How are you, Moonlight?

Oh, yes, that's a good boy.

I hope you're sure about this.

Oh, I'm... I'm sure, I'm sure.

I'm just happy that he was still there.

Mommy's really lucky, right?

So is Moonlight.

He was scheduled to be euthanized this evening.

Good boy.

Does Pernell know about Wilson?

- [knocking] - Denise?

I mean, you know, he's a big mouth and an asshole,

but he might be able to help you with this.

- He's not all there. - Hey.

Sorry for the wait.

I'm Eric from TruCal.

Called about your cable.

It's fixed.

You mean it's working now?

Yeah, the guy was already here.

What guy?

As far as I know,

I'm the only technician in the area.

Uh, Gordie, the one with the beard.

Did he give you a work order?

Denise?

I don't think so.

Huh. Well,

maybe they dispatched somebody else.

As long as it's working, have a great day.

I didn't ask you to bug you

or to, uh, to hound you

about giving me a second chance.

I just want to let you know.

I spoke to Olinari.

The news couldn't be better.

He says he can fix me.

Turns out I'm not the God Whisperer after all.

I have temporal lobe epilepsy.

- Pernell... - No, listen.

Before you speak, just let me say something.

Napoleon, Julius Caesar, George Gershwin...

They all had it.

And...

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Concentrate, Pernell.

- Don't embroider. - ♫ People get ready ♫

Crystal: Pernell.

♫ For the train to Jordan ♫

I'm pregnant.

♫ You don't need no baggage ♫

We're having a baby.

♫ Just get on board ♫

Oh, my...

[laughing]

Oh, my God.

♫ Don't need no ticket ♫

♫ You just thank the Lord ♫

Pernell. Pernell.

♫ So people get ready ♫

It's time.

♫ For the train to Jordan ♫

♫ Picking up passengers ♫

♫ Coast to coast ♫

♫ Faith is the key ♫

♫ Open the doors and board ♫

[applause]

♫ There's hope for all ♫

♫ Among those loved the most ♫

Congratulations.

♫♫ [song continues, faintly]

♫ All you need is faith ♫

♫ To hear the diesels humming ♫

♫ Don't need no ticket ♫

♫ You just thank the Lord ♫

[Pernell grunting]

[sputtering]

[beep]

You said they didn't know if they were after you?

Look at these.

They're after you.

And whoever did this heard everything we said.

So I need to know what you were thinking.

I'm next. I know I'm next.

Okay. Then you have got to go back.

You have got to go to the police.

I'm still trying to wrap my mind around

why you brought Shane Caldwell in for questioning.

Pernell asked a favor.

I didn't know where he was going to take me.

So if you get called in to testify,

why can't you just say that?

It's complicated.

Yeah. I figured that.

So I did a little digging,

and I found this.

The same day that Shane Caldwell

was called in for questioning,

an eminent domain order for the Valco tract was signed

by Pernell Harris.

You needed that to go through

for the Brooks deal, didn't you?

You doing an interview or a deposition?

I'm just trying

to do my job, Mayor Boston.

Mm, can we just give this "mayor fly on the wall" thing a break for a few hours?

Just be us? Bobo and Izzy?

Okay.

Stay there. Oh.

- Oh. Okay. - Yeah. Thank you.

Is that... Now you want a backrub, like...

I want you to rub something.

- [laughing] - Would you rub something?

A little rub and tug.

Today is a No Excuses day.

I want you to make a list

of all the things you ever wanted to do in your life

but have never got around to.

And then I want you to make a choice.

Will this be a list of regrets,

or will it be a list of things to look forward to.

Now, if you're a Christian, you already know the answer.

If you've been found, you already know the answer.

[clapping]

Wow. That was... powerful. Really.

Is that going to be your thing now?

YouTube videos?

Whatever it takes to reach people.

Well, you hooked me.

I saw your other one on Worldstar...

The one where you took a beating.

And it made you want to come to church.

It did.

You know what my favorite part about it was?

The van in the background.

You see, we've got this witness

who saw Pernell Harris dump Shane Caldwell's body.

He said that our friend was in a blue van

with a bird on it.

Now, I have to say that I'm ashamed to admit

that we couldn't figure it out.

And then I saw the video.

Connecting you to the van

that Pernell was driving

throws preacher confidentiality out the window.

So now, when we put you on the stand,

it'll be as an accomplice.

We let our church members

borrow that van all the time.

Excuse me.

Hey, Keith, what are you doing here?

I was... I wondered if I could talk with Reverend Paul.

Oh, he's working on his sermon right now,

and now is not really a good time.

Okay, Well, maybe I could just ask you.

Okay.

Would it be okay if I slept here for a while

down in the basement?

I... I could pay rent.

I could do work here again.

Yeah. No, I think that's a...

- That's a wonderful idea. - Okay.

In fact, there's, um,

the water heater down in the basement

could use some attention.

- Oh, thank you. - Yes, of course.

Thank you.

I'm going to bottom line it for you.

If you don't testify,

I'm going to arrest you for accessory to murder.

Take a day.

Pray on it.

My favorite kind of birds.

The kind that can't shit on you.

- [buzzing] - ♫ ...foolish dreams ♫

♫ They be ♫

[kiss]

♫ Soon the rules themselves ♫

♫ And these dreams constantly ♫

♫ I'm shaking... ♫

Why aren't you smiling?

[chuckle]

I think you broke it.

- [laughing] - Yeah.

I wasn't that rough.

- Mm-hmm. - It's been a long time.

- [sigh] - Hey.

Yeah.

Did you, uh, you know,

write this groundbreaking,

powerful, in-depth piece about me...

Like Pulitzer material, right?

- Ahem. - Yeah?

- Yeah? - Okay, okay, when?

I like when better.

Okay. When.

But what if publishing it

would destroy my reputation?

Would you go ahead and do it?

Anything for a price.

I'm serious.

I need to know where you stand.

You're going to have to choose

between boosting your career

or having to destroy me,

what would you do?

I mean, we all got to make hard choices,

like rolling the hard 6, right?

Yeah.

If I discover something about you

that I knew would destroy you,

I wouldn't use it.

Fuck it.

But you'd never see me again.

Keith. Food.

Keith?

Olinari: I can't explain it. I never saw this coming.

So what are you saying, doc?

That, while you have the visions

and heard the voices,

your brain activity never wavered.

No temporal lobe increase,

no abnormal activity.

- Maybe the machine just... - No, I checked. It's fine.

[sigh]

Good news.

So you're going to tell me it's God?

What I'm saying is there is no scientific explanation

for what is going on in your brain.

There's got to be an explanation.

And it's not God.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Two years ago,

a pair of German computer scientists

proved Kurt Gödel's theorem on the existence of God.

So you believe He exists.

They proved the theorem, not the existence.

I already know He doesn't exist. All right?

So if you can't tell me what's wrong with me,

at least tell me you know how to make it go away.

I could give you drugs

that will turn you into a zombie.

Or I can lobotomize you.

I'm sorry.

Now, look, this is not the end of our journey.

Okay? I need a little time to regroup,

figure out the next step.

The next step is I'm alone...

and in prison.

♫ Fallen ♫

♫ Fallen me ♫

♫ Fallen ♫

♫ Fallen me ♫

♫ You left me ♫

♫ And the fallen me ♫

[glass shatters]

[hinge creaks]

♫ I'm scarred ♫

♫ A little blood-red room ♫

♫ He left me ♫

♫ And ♫

[footsteps]

♫ Fallen me ♫

♫ What have they ♫

♫ Gone and done? ♫

♫ What have they ♫

♫ Gone and done? ♫

♫ He left me ♫

♫ And fallen ♫

♫ Me ♫

I'm not going to think about what You look like

or how You listen...

or where You are,

whether You're at the end of space or...

on the head of a pin.

I don't give a shit

if You're eternal light or time

in a long gray beard.

I don't give a fuck.

All right?

Thank you, Jesus.

Look at me, please...

in Your way.

Look at me.

Some...

Somebody took my son.

Somebody took my wife.

Somebody...

took my job from me,

and now somebody is about to take my freedom.

And I want to know if it's You.

I want to know if it's You!

If You're there,

if you have love for everything and everyone...

then fix me...

or I will fix myself.

Dear God...

let me see my name on this paper.

[honking]

No.

No.

Keith, get the fuck out of here.

Please don't do this, Judge Harris.

Judge.

I'm not a judge. I'm a defendant.

I'm not a Solomon.

I'm a curse that needs to be destroyed!

Now get the fuck out of here!

Anyone who is among the living has hope.

Ecclesiastes.

Ecclesiastes shit.

Genesis to Revelations, all shit!

And these whom He has predestined.

He has also called.

And these whom He has called.

He has also justified.

And these whom He has justified.

He has also glorified.

Don't.

Keith!

I'm not going to let you do this.

You stop moving, or I will shoot you!

So help me God!

God will help you.

He will if you just let Him.

God is an evil, sadistic son of a bitch.

He promised to give me PJ back.

I did everything...

I did everything He asked.

I made you do horrible things. Don't you remember?

He promised me my son.

He laughed at me!

You have a son. Tessie's pregnant.

[grunt]

It's a boy.

It's your boy.

You have a son.

[laughter]

Gunther. Real motor head.

Deals smack over on K Street.

He gets pinched for running a red light,

and the cop catches him

stuffing something in his mouth.

Gunther says it's candy.

Red Hots. Yeah, right.

- [laughter] - So Gunther,

he's sitting in holding,

waiting for his twink boyfriend

to post bail for him,

and then he's scot-free, right?

Wrong.

Gunther wants a milkshake.

[gasping]

Says the, uh, Red Hots kind of stuck.

- [laughter] - Wow.

"All right, sure, buddy, whatever you want," right?

So...

We, uh...

we get Gunther a milkshake,

and we dose Gunther's milkshake

- with laxatives. - [laughter]

Later, we're watching him through the one-way glass,

and this guy is in pain.

He is moaning like a cow about to give birth.

He starts pounding on the door.

"I got to go to the can, man! I got to go to the can!"

[laughter]

But we can't hear him.

Officers: Aww!

So Gunther,

he can't hold it anymore.

Guy's eyes are bugging out of his head.

Shits out six balloons of heroin in his pants.

[laughter]

Gunther just had to have that fucking milkshake.

[laughter]

Talk about pulling the wrong thread.

- Crystal: Wilson. - Man: Shh.

It's not your fault.

You just pulled the wrong thread.

Excuse me.

Wait. Your purse.

Thank you.

Where's Mrs. Harris?

Maybe she got tired of waiting.

- Wilson. - Shh.

It's not your fault.

You just pulled on the wrong thread.

Oh, my God.

[knocking]

Hey.

I brought...

I...

♫ Mama, sit, please, Ma ♫

♫ There's an anchor chained to your body ♫

♫ I want you untrussed and alive ♫

♫ It goes deeper than you've ever shown me ♫

♫ I hear you calling ♫

♫ To understand you more ♫

♫ Believe ♫

♫ To forge an arrangement ♫

♫ To shoulder the weight at ♫

♫ The core of the missive ♫

♫ I cannot know ♫

♫ Time ♫

♫ Heals ♫

♫ Sometimes ♫

♫ Question my life ♫

♫ Don't question my love ♫

♫♫

♫ Got you where I want you ♫

♫ So you better give it up ♫

♫ Don't you get tired of just trying to win ♫

♫ 'cause you need my love, you need my love ♫

♫ Now don't you? ♫

♫ Just a bit hungry ♫

♫ And you're dying of thirst ♫

♫ Living in a daydream and expecting the worst ♫

♫ So just take my love, just take my love ♫

♫ Now won't you? ♫

♫ Don't you believe ♫

♫ My love is different ♫

♫ Than anything you've seen ♫

♫ It's bigger than the sky ♫

♫ So I feel locked and shy ♫

♫ Give in ♫

♫ Give in ♫

♫ Give in ♫

♫ Come give it up to me ♫

[song fades]