All language subtitles for Crossing.Jordan.2001.S02E10.1080p.PCOK.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H264-Vialle

(nigel)
self-aggrandizing gasbag.

(bug)
a vainglorious bastard.

Camera whore.

Let me guess,

this is macy's response
to our well-intentioned

Yet markedly inappropriate
"Hawaiian shirt day."

Oh, dear Jordan.

Oh, garret's speech,
The coroners convention.

He's been obsessing
About it for a week.

Do I smells me an office pool?

(elaine)
we just got word

Dr. Macy's no longer
The keynote speaker.

Not hawthorne?

(together)
Hawthorne.

Sucks for garret.

He is our nemesis,

And macy's still losing sleep
Over that Sullivan thing.

Care to pony up 20 bucks
On how dr. M will refer

to our forensic representative
when he learns

He has to introduce the toff?

Anyone take
"Vainglorious bastard?"

This guy.

Damn. He loves that one.

What?

You've been bumped
As the keynote.

Hawthorne?

(together)
Hawthorne.

Makes perfect sense.

Just because he only lends
His expertise to the defense

Of the obscenely rich
And clearly guilty,

Doesn't make him any less
An expert, shall we go?

(muttering)
Vainglorious bastard.

Yes!

(macy)
for the last decade,

He has brought our profession
Into the spotlight.

His ability to make
Complicated science accessible

to the laymen in the jury box

has earned him renown
worldwide.

I, for one, am honored
That he took the time

Out of his busy caseload
To address us,

His humble colleagues.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Dr. Benjamin hawthorne.

Thank you, garret.

I almost believe you meant that.

No hard feelings about
The Sullivan thing, I hope.

[laughter]

Good.

Nice intro, boss.

'course, it might've
Been more convincing

If you weren't grinding
Your teeth--

Shut up, nigel.

William of ockham wrote
These words seven centuries ago.

His meaning was
"Don't over-complicate things."

Ockham's razor--

The simplest answer
Is often the right one.

[elaine's pager beeping]

Unfortunately, we know too much.

With today's technology,
We're capable of detecting...

[nigel's pager beeping]

That was actually left
Decades earlier.

As such, everything
Becomes evidence.

technology has become
our savior,

But it's also become
Our downfall.

[bug's pager beeping]

Speaking of which,
Seems our Boston hosts

Haven't upgraded to vibrate.

[macy's pager beeping]

Well, I guess he wasn't over
The Sullivan thing, after all.

Hey, doc.

You didn't have to get
All dressed up.

What do we got?

Cassandra Morgan.

Her manicurist called us
When she didn't show up

For an appointment,

apparently a very big deal.

now, I know that
you're the expert here,

but I'm gonna take a wild guess
at cause of death.

did pretty well for herself.

Defense attorney.

Did you know her?

Not her.

her husband.

[suspenseful rock music]

* *

[police radio traffic]

Where're your gloves, officer?

In my pocket.

You know what
A fine toothed-comb is?

'cause it's about to rake
All over you

Like you wouldn't believe.

Easy, doc. Just 'cause
You know this hawthorne guy--

That I know him has
Nothing to do with it.

That he's the country's
Foremost authority on forensics

And the victim's husband does.

Every piece of evidence
In this place

Is gonna be second-guessed
If he becomes a suspect.

Suspect? We haven't even
Talked to him yet.

This wasn't a burglary.
It's a crime of passion.

90% of the time, the killer is
The husband or the boyfriend.

You're not gonna go all Jordan
On me here, are you?

What does that even mean?

You're gonna keep
An open mind, right?

'course I'm gonna keep
An open mind.

Garret. Come to apologize
For walking out on my speech?

Can we have a moment,
Dr. Hawthorne?

Let me guess,
I took your parking space,

So you called the cops.

If we could talk
In private.

Would you excuse us?

What's up?

Your wife is dead, ben.

Thanks for telling me
So sensitively.

Sir, I'm detective woody hoyt.

Would you mind
Coming down to the station--

Of course I mind.
What do you think, I'm an idiot?

She's not just dead, is she?
Cassie was murdered.

I assume you already know
We were recently separated...

Acrimoniously.

Where were you last night?

You really love this,
Don't you, garret?

The irony's just poetic.

I'm gonna ask you again,
Where were you last night?

Nowhere.

Nice meeting you, detective--
What was it?

Hoyt.
Hoyt.

When you're ready
To press charges,

I'm in the presidential suite.

Nice guy.

Dr. C! Dr. C!
There's a call for you.

Or at least I think
It's for you.
You think?

They got your first name wrong,
Asked for an Emily cavanaugh.

I'm sorry?

Said they got the number here
From your home machine.

They've been calling cavanaugh's
For the past couple months.

I told them
We had a Jordan cavanaugh,

And they asked to speak to you.

Oh, did I do
Something wrong?

No! No, it's alright.
I'll take the call.

Yeah, seventh and commonwealth,
Got it.

Thank you.

So? Who was it?

Uh, it was a photoshop
That's going out of business.

They were cleaning out
Their inventory

And came across some film
From so long ago,

They don't even
Have the date.

My MoM's name was on it.

So why didn't they call her?

My MoM's been dead
For about 23 years.

Oh, wow.

That's kind of cool,
Though, you know.

It's like a time capsule
Or something.

Yeah.
Yeah, it's like a time capsule.

I ain't dead yet!

Jeez, you scared
The hell outta me.

Well, that's what you get
For sneaking up on people.

Who are you?

My name is Jordan cavanaugh.

A woman called earlier
About some film you found.

Oh, it must've been jena.
She's left already.

Cavanaugh, huh?

Yeah, it was under
Emily cavanaugh.

Oh, that one.

Found it in a box
In the old vault.

August 18, 1963.
Looks like the film was 16mm.

Was?
Somebody picked it up.

It's not here anymore.

What do you mean?

What does it sound like I mean?

Well, who was it?

How should I know?

You gonna have to come in
Tomorrow when jena's here.

[knock on door]

Evening, dr. M.
Boys.

What're you doing in there?
Thinking.

'bout what?
About the killer.

You mean hawthorne.
I mean the killer.

Who you surmise is hawthorne.

It's not my job to surmise.

But it'd sure be nice
To jam him

After what he pulled
On that Sullivan thing.

The man blasted me in front
Of 100 people a few hours ago.

It's well known
I'm not his biggest fan.

But I don't want anyone saying
My objectivity was compromised

By a desire for revenge.
We do this by the book.

Why's it so dark in here?

It's easier to focus
On specifics.

Take one piece of the room
At a time.

You're trying to get inside
His head, aren't you?

Like, um, silence of the lambs.

Okay, here's what we do:

Each item a man might touch
In this apartment gets printed.

Now, hawthorne said he
And his wife were estranged,

He never lived here, so there
Shouldn't be a trace of him.

Think outside the box.

[somber rock music]

(Richard Thompson)
* in the dark,
Who can see his face? *

* he hides like a child *

* he hides like a child *

* keeps his finger
On the trigger *

* you know
He can't stand the day *

* shoot out the lights *

* shoot out the lights * *

Maybe they made a mistake.

It's not like we're the only
Cavanaughs is Boston.

It wasn't a mistake, dad.
They tracked me down.

Well, I don't know
What to tell you, Jordan.

The guy said
The film was from 1963.

Well, your mother and I had
A house on broad street in '63.

Probably home movies.

That's right.
It was 16mm film.

We used to have
That projector, remember,

In the upstairs closet.

I think I got rid of it.

I don't understand why someone
Would pick this film up.

What do they want with it?

I'm sure
There's a simple explanation.

You don't find this
The least bit strange?

I mean, just a touch bizarre
That this is happening?

Yeah, I think it's strange,

But I'm not gonna
Lose any sleep over it.

And neither should you.

We both know what happens
When you get lost in this stuff.

This stuff?
You know what I mean.

No, I do not.
Come on, Jordan.

Just let it go.

It's home movies.
I'm sure it's no big thing.

Okay, maybe you're right.

I am?

Yeah.

I'm obsessing.

It's not good for me.
I will just forget about it.

Good.

Well?

You're not gonna like this.

Nothing?

You couldn't find anything
To put him at the crime scene?

That's not exactly
The problem.

Soup spoon, videotape,
Newspaper, bedroom, doorknob--

There are 80 items here.

And hawthorne's prints
Are on all of them.

He touched everything,
Including the murder weapon.

What about blood?

There's a sample
I took from the kitchen sink--

I assumed
You were being literal--

Doesn't match
Cassie Morgan's.

But we can't be sure
It's hawthorne's

Unless he gives us
A sample to match it to.

For somebody who knows how
To commit the perfect murder,

He was a tad sloppy.

ahem.

Evening, dr. Macy.

I think I might be
In some trouble, garret.

I think you might be, ben.

I want to apologize
For my behavior earlier.

I had no business
Mentioning Sullivan.

I'm over the Sullivan thing.

So I guess I should explain.
Listen.

Obviously,
I'm not a police officer.

But you should probably know
That anything you tell me

Could be used against you--

Oh, please.
You're giving me miranda?

Don't forget
Who you're talking to.

Don't forget
Who you'retalking to.

And who's that?

The guy who just found
Your prints on the knife

Stickin' out
Of your dead wife's chest.

You wanna tell me
How they got there?

Because I used that knife.

I was at cassie's
Saturday night.

She invited me over
For dinner to reconcile.

Didn't exactly
Turn out that way.

We had a fight,
But I didn't touch her.

Saturday?
Yes.

Rigor puts her t.O.D. At 11 p.M.
Last night, Sunday.

And I left the forensic
Treasure trove there Saturday,

But so what, right?

I mean, the cops can't tell
The difference between

A print left yesterday
And a print left today.

I know--
I know it looks bad.

Mmm-hmm.
I know.

But I didn't do this, garret.

And you're the only one
Who can prove it.

Hi.

May I help you?

Yeah, I believe we spoke
On the phone earlier

About some film you found under
The name of Emily cavanaugh.

That's been picked up already.

I know, but I was just wondering
If you could tell me

Who picked it up?

Uh, I don't remember.

Actually, I think you do.

Look, the guy gave me 20 bucks
Not to say anything.

I'll give you 40.

I feel really uncomfortable
Keeping secrets, you know.

So what'd he look like?

He was a big guy.

Oh, big, big?

Yeah, like 6'5"
Or 6'6" maybe?

About 60, blondish grey hair?

Yeah, that's right.
You know him?

Yeah, I know him.

Bye.

You wanna tell me what
I'm about to walk into, doc?

'cause I'm smelling
The curry on this.

Smelling the curry?

It's a wisconsin thing.
You wouldn't understand.

Try me.
It's how you trap a badger.

You lay out flour, curry
Like bait.

I told you,
You wouldn't understand.

Smelling the curry.

Yesterday, hawthorne tells us
To take a flying leap

In the harbor.

Today, he comes in willingly
For questioning

Without an attorney, why?

Because I need to build up
Some goodwill.

Why's that, dr. Hawthorne?
You serious?

I'm serious.

I'm not exactly
A friend of law enforcement.

and why's that,
dr. Hawthorne?

Because my testimony
Generally illuminates

The incompetence
Of the police?

You think
We're out to get you.

I do.

All right, so you say you were
There Saturday night,

But you were not there
Sunday night?
That's right.

Where were you Sunday night?

In my hotel suite,
Preparing my speech.

Can anyone verify that?

No.

Ooh, you have a cut
On your hand.

Yeah, I broke a vase.

A "Vahz"?

A "Vahz."

How 'bout those scratches
On your arm.

How'd you get those?

I don't remember.

All right, let me
Get this straight.

Your wife recently left you.

Neighbors said the two of you
Had a huge fight

The night before
She was stabbed to death.

Your fingerprints are
All over the murder weapon,

And we're out to get you.

I was framed.

Okay, by who?

Cassie.

Of course, framed
By your dead wife.

How could I have
Missed that?

I know where she got the idea.

Cassie defended a man accused
Of stabbing his wife to death.

her defense was, the wife
was despondent, suicidal.

She stabbed herself,
Framing him as her final act.

Wow, that is one crazy story.

Did the jury buy that?

Of course.

That's too bad.

Why's that?

Juries need reasonable doubt,
I don't.

Take a blood sample for yourself
And one for my boys,

And check the scratches
On his arm,

See if they match
The wife's nails.

You don't believe him?

No, I don't.

Dad?

It's burnt.

No, really?

It's celluloid, Jordan.
It's emulsion, chemicals.

It's completely ruined.

Can't do anything with this.

All I need is a few frames
Just to see what's on it.

A few frames would be generous.

I will take
Whatever I can get.

All right, but I'm not
Making any promises.

Ah, thanks, nige.

This for a case
You're working on?

Yeah. Sort of.

You'd tell me
If this is something

I should be
Concerned about, right?

No.

Well, at least I know
Where I stand.

Dr. Macy.

I ran those tests
You asked for on hawthorne.

And?

Good news or bad news first?

You pick.

Hmmm, I guess it depends.

If you want hawthorne
To be guilty--

And who doesn't,
The conceited prick--

Then good news for him is,
In fact, bad news for you--

Bug.
Does hawthorne's blood

Match the blood
We found in the wife's sink?

Yeah.

Son of a bitch
Almost had me believin' it.

Uh, not so fast.

I tested the swabs you took from
The scratches on his forearm.

Yeah?
I found fingernail fragments,

But they don't match his wife.

But the scabbing on the wound
Tells us it happened

The night of the murder.

Seems our dog was scratched
By another kitty cat.

The heckman/lauer orifice probe
Has been the industry standard

For evaluating decedent
Temperature, consequently,

time of death,
for the last 30 years.

my niece knows that.

however, times--slide--
they are a-changin'.

let's take a look
and just as a triumvirate of...

What was your blood doing
In cassie's sink?

Surprised to see you
Back down here.

Thought you were trying
To nail me to the cross.

I asked you a question.

The blood came from my hand.

I cut it on a vase
That cassie threw at me.

This fight the neighbors
Overheard, it was physical then?

I'd consider having a vase
Thrown at your head physical.

So it was cassie
Who scratched your arm?

Yup.
Screw you.

You ask for my help
And I give it to you.

I don't like you,
And I give it to you anyway.

And you have
The stones to lie to me.

Hope you fry.

The Sullivan thing
Was your fault.

What?

You nailed him
On the bite marks,

But you never considered
He might be wearing dentures.

I get paid to point out
Forensic mistakes.

You don't like it,
Don't make 'em.

I think you're second rate,
bush league.

The fact that I have to put
My fate in your hands

Is some kind of karmic joke.

Is this supposed
To get me to stay?

You wanted the truth,
That's the truth.

Who scratched you?

Her name's paula.

If she was with you
The night of the murder,

Why doesn't she come forward?

There was an airtight pre-nup.
Cassie drew it up herself.

I cheat, she gets everything.

Paula vouches for me, my money
Goes to cassie's estate.

So you'd rather sit on your
Alibi then lose all your money?

I didn't do this.
The evidence will prove it.

That's your problem.

You always try to understand
The story, the why.

Don't listen to the story,
Listen to the evidence.

Sometimes a bite mark
Is just a bite mark.

What d'ya have for me?

I savaged 64 frames of film,
It's about 3 seconds worth,

But I put it
On a continuous loop.

Appears to be of a woman
Standing in a kitchen.

I ran it through this film
Scanner, bleached it all out.

I'm putting the colors back

using a basic
three-strip technique.

it's like
the old technicolor process.

That's my mother.

Your mother?

That must be in their kitchen
On broad street.

Where?

Broad street.
We lived there till I was two.

Whole block's abandoned now.

When the routed
The "T" under the street,

The city closed
The street down.

It's like a ghost town now.

God, she looks so young.

Let me just add
Some cyan to the image.

Wait a minute. What's that?

What?

In her arms there.

There.

Give me 20 times
Magnification on her.

Ah, you were a cute,
Little thing, weren't ya?

you said this was 1963.

That's six years
Before you were born.

so if that's your mum...

Then who's the baby?

(macy)
woody.
Aah!

Think it's time
To cut back on the java.

I think it's time to stop
Sneaking up on people like that.

So heard you got a warrant to
Search hawthorne's penthouse.

Sure did.
Why didn't you tell me about it?

Our search of
The suspect's premises

Have nothing to do
With your office.

If we'd found a body,
You'd be the first guy I call.

You got that warrant
Because my people

Matched the blood samples.

Which is your job.

Look, dr. Macy,
You know this guy.

That's a conflict
Of interest.

This is a big case
For me, okay?

Now, my superiors have put
A lot of trust in--

Your superiors?

Will you listen to yourself?

Why do you think
You caught this case?

High-profile defense attorney's
Brutally murdered,

Who do they call in, you?

Think about it.

You're young, inexperienced,
And willing to follow orders,

But the minute
This thing goes south,

You better watch your back,
Detective.

They're leading you
Down the wrong road.

You're so focused on hawthorne,

You can't see
The forest for the trees.

You can't see
The forest for the forest.
Excuse me.

You think this guy's innocent.
You're actually buying his rap.

I'm weighing the evidence,
That's what I'm doin'.

All right...All right.

We found this crumpled up in
The back of hawthorne's closet.

It's a sock.
It had dried blood on it.

It matched his wife's.
Who ran that test?

You can't be sure
Of anything in this case.

We ran it.
And we can be sure.

Now, his story is that
His blood got in her place

'cause he cut his hand.
Fine.

But how did her blood
Get on his sock?

[door slams]

All right, looks like Max made
Three phone calls last night.

First one was to the pogue.

Probably to tell 'em
He wasn't coming in to work.

All right, this next one here
Is to directory assistance, 411.

Okay, and the last one?

40 seconds later.
A local number, prefix 877.

That is out in framingham.

(nigel)
all right, it's registered

to a Samuel and Doris horton.

316 milbury avenue.
ring a bell?

Horton, no.

Whoever they are, he spent 41
Minutes on the phone with them

Starting at 9:43 last night.

Run their names
Through lexis/nexis,

See what you can
Come up with.
Okay.

January 16, 1962.

The body of eight-month-old
James horton

Was found dead this morning
In a rural area

Six miles north of marblehead.

"The child was kidnapped

"From his parents' beacon hill
Apartment three months ago.

"Samuel horton
and his wife Doris

Could not be reached
For comment."

Jordan?

Take a look at this.

"After an anonymous tip
As to the boy's whereabouts,

"The body was discovered
By rookie officer

Max cavanaugh."

["Shoot out the lights"
Plays]

* *

Where is it, doc?

Hello, woody.

Where is it?

You're talking about this?

Do you know how burned
I'm gonna get

If anyone finds out
I broke the chain of custody?

Chain of custody?

You have no idea
How much I'd love

To see hawthorne go down,
But there's no way I can do it.

Do what?

I tested the sock, woody.

I found edta. Now, edta
Is not found in the human body.

It's a blood preservative
Used by labs, forensic labs.

That came out of a vial.

You should know something.

I was at hawthorne's suite
When we found this sock.

I was the one
Who put it in the bag.

I was the one
Who walked it to the lab,

And I was the one who watched

When they matched it
To his wife.

It never left my sight.

Someone planted it.

Forget "Someone."
There is no "Someone."

Now I want you
To look me in the eye

And tell me
I planted evidence.

Ockham's razor.

What?

Son of a bitch played me.

He did it in Boston because
He knew I'd get the call.

He chose me
Because he knew I hated him,

That I'd go outta my way to
Believe him because I hated him.

That I couldn't accept
An expert would be so sloppy.

And that I'd get lost
In all the evidence.

All the damn evidence!

Ockham's razor: the right answer
Is the simplest answer.

Wife gets killed.

Husband has motive,
Means, and opportunity.

Husband killed wife.

She didn't frame him.

He framed himself.

[knock on door]

Yes?

My name is Jordan cavanaugh.

Do I know you?

No, but you know my father.

You spoke to him last night.

Is everything all right,
Dear?

I think this woman's mistaken me
For someone else.

I know about your son...James.

We need to talk.

You're gonna
Have to leave right now.

I'm not leaving until
I find out where my father is.

he called you, why?

Your son, James,
Was kidnapped in 1962

When he was eight months old.

You paid a $500,000 ransom,

And three months later,
His body was found.

the next year, you quit
your job and you moved here.

And then somehow,
You had another child, a boy.

You called that child James.

I think this is him.

You have made
Some kind of mistake.

I am not leaving until
You tell me what you know.

Now how did
My father get that baby?

Whose was it?

Please. We don't know anything.

He had no birth certificate,
No record of being yours.

I wanna know how the hell
That could happen.

Tell me!

Tell me.

She deserves to know...

But we're all gonna
Need a drink first.

Your father was a young beat cop
Assigned to the case.

We spent a lot with him
Those three months.

And then he stayed in contact
With us after James was--

He called every few days
To see how we were doing.

It was January.

almost a year
after the kidnapping.

your father came to see us
one night.

he had the baby with him.
precious little boy.

like a miracle.

(Samuel)
told us he didn't know
what to do.

that he didn't know

how he could care for him
without his wife.

he said, she wasn't well,
that she wasn't capable

of being the child's mother.

it was just for a few days,
he said.

just until everything
was all right.

But he never came back.

And we didn't go
Looking for him either.

I had a brother.

My dad called you last night.
Why now?

He wanted to know
Where James was.

What'd you tell him?

We haven't seen James
For 23 years.

(Samuel)
he ran away from home
when he was 16.

James had problems.

What kind of problems?

He was disturbed.

He was violent, cruel.

one night he found my diary,

And he discovered
We weren't his parents.

He also found
Your father's name.

He was very angry.

The night he left,
He threatened to kill us both.

23 years ago?

September 17, 1979.
The last time we saw him.

September 17th?

That was the day before
My mother was murdered.

That's quite
The dramatic entrance.

Can you pull
A 23-year-old print off this?

Depends.

On what?

On how many people
Have touched it since then.

Two, including me,
Except I was wearing gloves.

Well, then theoretically, yes.
Why?

Fine. What is it?

What's it look like?

Some kinda trophy.

Baseball, to be exact.

Where'd you get it?

I stole it from
A 16-year-old's bedroom.

I hear that's actually
Frowned up on in some countries.

Spare me the commentary, nige,
And just do it.

Yes, ma'am.

That's everything we took out.
Now it's just like we found it.

I feel a little strange
Not doing this for Jordan,

Almost like I'm cheating on her.

I'm sure she'd be honored.
Let's talk through it.

Okay, Saturday night,
Cassie invites hawthorne over.

She says she knows everything
About the other woman,

That she's gonna sue him
For everything he's worth.

They argue.
She throws a "Vahz."

He cuts his hand.
Neighbors hear everything.

He wants to kill her,
But he doesn't.

Instead, he figures that
If he comes back the next night,

There's an explanation
For all the evidence.

He can touch whatever
He wants on Sunday,

We'd never know
The difference.

so the only way
we can nail him is to prove

That he came back on Sunday.

Still have the list
Of everything

We lifted his prints from?

You think something
Was here on Sunday

That was not here on Saturday.

I don't know. Read it off.

In the bathroom,
He touched the facet, hot.

Hand SOAP.

Medicine chest.

You check
The prescription meds?

Newest one is three weeks old.
Moving on.

(woody)
spoon.

Wine glass, steak knife.

Chinese food carton.
Stop.

When did she order the food?

Swing and a miss. Friday.

All right, go on.

Placemat, rented videotape.

I already checked,
She took it out last Tuesday.

Chair, tabletop, newspaper,
Corkscrew, fruit basket--

Newspaper.

Sunday edition.

Boo-yah.

So what?

Excuse me?

You have my prints
On Sunday's paper.

So what?

You killed her, ben.

You killed her,
And you made me a part of it.

Is this where I'm supposed
To confess to everything?

Applaud you on a job well done?

You can make this easy
On yourself.

The d.A.'ll cut you a deal.

A deal? Because you have
One piece of evidence?

I think I'll roll the dice,
And let the jury decide.

And we know how juries
Feel about me.

Okay, so we do it
The hard way.

But let me make you a promise.

This isn't gonna be
A Sullivan thing.

You can pull out all the smoke
And mirrors you want,

But at the end of the day,
I got you.

And you know I got you.

I listened to the evidence,
And guess what,

Sometimes a fingerprint
Is just a fingerprint.

I'll see you in court,
Dr. Hawthorne.

What is that?

A phantom print.

As in the phantom print?

As in the only print found
At your mother's crime scene?

As in the print
That belongs to no one?

Every print
Belongs to someone.

Now please just pull it up
And run a comparison.

What is going on?

He killed her.

What?

I've been looking for this
For 23 years.

The print doesn't exist
Because my father

Buried the birth certificate.

Wait a minute.
What are you talking about?

Dad figured out where he is.
Who?

Dad's probably in trouble.

No, Jordan,
Where are you going?

To pick up his trail.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Hello? Who is this?

(James)
well, hello...Sis.

James.

Max said you would
figure it out.

Where is he?

here with me.
we're catching up.

here at home.

at the old house
on broad street.

nothing much
has changed really.

Is he all right?

why don't you come down
and see for yourself?

I think it's time
we had a little family reunion.

[dial tone]

Dad!

(Max)
don't move, Jordan!

Stay where you are.

And turn off the flashlight.

I said, turn off the flashlight.

Are you all right?

I've felt better.

(James)
I didn't ask for this.

Then what do you want from us?

what do I want?
I was happy where I was.

I'd moved on.

But he couldn't leave it alone.

This is his fault!

No, you killed her.

fine, if that's what
you need to believe.

but she was my mother too.

You stole my life, Jordan.

You got everything I didn't.

I got a mother who was murdered
When I was ten years old!

And I got two people who
Wanted me to be their dead son!

(Max)
leave her alone, James.

She didn't know
Anything about you.

Don't you think
It's time you told her?

I think she would find it
Very educational.

Go ahead, tell her.
Tell her how you gave me away.

I did what I had to do.

Doesn't exactly instill
Confidence in a young lad,

Now does it?

I thought
I was doing the right thing.

By abandoning me?

She wouldn't have been
A good mother to you.

She couldn't cope.

Well, I guess
We'll never know that now.

Will we?

What do you wanna hear,
James?

That we'll take in back into
The fold, no questions asked?

We could be
One big, happy family.

Just forget about the past,
Put it behind us.

Is that what you want from us?

Seems to me, you're avoiding
The big question here.

And what question is that?

Oh, I think you know.

I think it's floatin' around

In that pretty,
Little head of yours.

Why couldn't MoM cope with him?

Why did that give him away...

And not me?

I think Max asked himself
The same question.

I was trying to protect you.
You don't know how sick she was.

Protect me?
You think that lying to every--

She had you in the bathtub
Under the water.

I pulled you
Out of her hands myself.

No, that's not why.

You told them you would come
Back for me, but you didn't.

I did!

I did.

You know how many times
I stood outside that house?

Watched you with them
In the park?

But it was too late
To take you back.

It would've been a bigger
Mistake than giving you up.

That is not why.

What the hell do you--?

Shut up, Jordan!

That is not why,
And you know it.

MoM told me things
The night I came to visit her.

told me everything.

She was in a mood
To get things off her chest.

So go ahead, tell us.

Tell us why!

okay...

If you're too much
Of a coward to tell her,

I'll tell her myself.

I'll tell you
why he gave me away.

Because he isn't my father.

Oh, you knew.

You just weren't man enough
To face it.

but you felt it.

You knew that morning
When they brought me home

from the hospital
and you looked in my eyes.

You knew when you held me,
Didn't you?

And you knew
The night you gave me away.

You're pathetic, the two of you.

Searching for an answer
That isn't there.

Turn around, Jordan.

Do what he says.

[gun cocks]

So what do you do now, James?

Kill us both?

[car starts]

(Max)
Jordan! Jordan!

Let him go, please.

Let him go.

We stop this now.

What?
All of it, you understand?

It ends here.

Now.

We never speak of it again.

Promise me.

Jordan, promise me.

Okay.

Okay. It's okay, dad.

It's okay.

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