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[mumbling]

[eerie music]
♪

[door opens]

[eerie music]
♪

[phone off-hook tone]

Hey, sis.

Oh my god, Bo.
Come in!

What are you doing here?

Is it all right?

Yeah. No, of course.

Sorry, I'm just making myself
a cup of tea.

I'm gonna make one for you, too.

This is a really nice surprise.

Got an even nicer one.

Something to help out.

Consider it an advance
until the real cash arrives.

Bo, where did you get this?

Ah, it doesn't matter.

I'll send more once
I get settled.

You'll need it once
the baby's born.

Settled?

Where are you going?

I need to disappear
for a while.

I'm just getting to know you.

I'm having a baby,
you're about to be an uncle.

Can't it wait?

I'll stick around til
the end of the week,

then I have to go.

It's not fair.

But it's for the best.

For everyone.

I love you.

[police sirens]

Get out! Get out of here!

I said, get out!

[mumbling]

-Ma'am?
-He won't leave.

Drop your weapon, sir.

Drop it.

Sir.

[mumbling]

Final warning!
Put your weapon down!

[clang sound]

♪

Ambulance needed at
1409 Victoria Drive.

♪

He's dead.

♪

♪ Everything is fadin'♪

♪ Everything is fadin'♪

♪ Everything is fadin'♪

♪ Everything is fadin',
fadin', fadin'♪

♪

Um, excuse me.

Hey, whadda we got?

Detective Nolan.

Hey, Ben.

Hey. I was hoping
you'd catch this case.

How'd you get here so fast?

Staying close by.
Who's our guy?

He's famous.

You don't recognize him?

Not with his eyes closed.

It's Bo Townsend.

He was exonerated for killing
that young girl in 2002.

Her name was Sadie Briggs.

But Townsend only got out
of prison, what,

a month and a half ago?

What a kick in the balls.

Survives all those years inside,
dies in a Laundromat.

Uni said he came in,
tried to make a call,

but he couldn't manage
the phone.

Any ideas about
his cause of death?

The wound on the left side
of his head

looks like a hard blow
to the temporal bone.

My bet is a fracture followed
by an epidural hematoma.

That started the ball rolling,

and the swelling in the brain
eventually killed him.

So he got thumped in the melon,
had a blood clot, died.

Uh, the state of his hands
suggests a fight.

Responding officer said he was
bleeding when he entered.

He was unresponsive,
talking gibberish.

Classic talk and die syndrome.

It's too bad.

If he went to the hospital
right after the head trauma,

he might've lived.

Traffic was terrible.

I was hoping you'd show.

We have business to wrap up.

Sit.

Just one second.

So, unless you object,

I think our work here
is done.

You're firing me?

You've been coming here because
you're a rookie cop in homicide,

and your partner was killed
in the line of duty.

You had no choice.

You want to look like
you're playing ball, correct?

Don't take it personally,
but yes.

That's fine.

A client decides how far
they're willing to go,

and how much they're willing
to share.

So, I'm cured.

Well, you're certainly cleared
to work

without mandatory therapy.

Your coping strategies work,
you function well on the job.

Staff Sergeant Chen gave you
a glowing performance review.

Great.

I've enjoyed working with you.

Yeah, me too.

Um.

[laughs nervously]

Thanks for everything.

You're welcome.

Be well, Kate.

You too, Doctor Powell.

Media's gonna be all over this once word leaks out.

The guy's wrongfully convicted for killing Sadie Briggs

17 years ago.

They release him and he's found dead in a month.

Do we know what happened
to Bo Townsend

before he entered
the Laundromat?

I'm waiting on CCTV footage
from cameras in the area.

Too bad his lawyer didn't
collect on the settlement

before he died.

Six million dollars?

Hardly seems like enough.

That's one unlucky bastard.

Look, not everyone agrees with
Project Innocence's take on him.

Including you?

All I know is he died
from a blow to the head.

So let's treat this like
a homicide

until we know different.

You two, go to Bo's place,

find anything that will explain
his last few hours.

Meg, hit up his lawyer.

See if she can shed any light
on an enemies list.

Okay?

♪

[phone vibrates]

What do you got?

Someone did a clean-up job.

Luminol on the floor shows
bleach to remove blood.

The neighbours heard raised
voices breaking glass

at around 9:00 last night.

Blood, broken glass, shouting.

Sounds like a fight to me.

Our M. E. said Bo took
a hard blow to the head.

Coulda happened there.

Well, if he died here,
that would be manslaughter

at the very least.

Maybe he was planning
a camping trip.

Tent, stove, cooler.

Look at this.

That looks recent.

Yeah, these photo booth
pics are...

but the other photo of Bo
must be 20 years old.

Mmm, Townsend looks so young.

And that girl next to him
is Sadie Briggs.

Odd he hung onto it
for all these years.

Probably a memory of good times
before his life was ruined.

Who's the woman
in the photo booth?

Mark Footman. Landlord.

A real piece of work.

Hey.

You seen this woman
on the right before?

I don't go lookin' for trouble,

trouble don't come lookin'
for me.

Yet, here we are.

What else you got?

Bo's car ain't in
his parking spot.

What's the make
and model?

It's his lawyer's old, uh,
red Cadillac.

Huh?

You got somewhere
you need to be?

Uh, yeah.

7B's got a clog in the bathroom.

Oh, well, please don't let us
hold you

from important business.

Let us know if you remember
anything else.

Yeah.

This guy would rather deal
with a toilet than talk to me.

Don't say it.

So, Bo has a fight
at his place in Surrey,

then drives 20 kilometers
to an East Van Laundromat?

For what?

Washing machine here
was busted?

Put a BOLO out on his car.

I knew in my gut by the end
of our first meeting,

Bo didn't do it.

That's why we took him on
as a Project Innocence client.

And how was he after
he was released?

Shell-shocked.

The media called him
the $6 million dollar,

and people came out
of the woodwork,

asking him for money.

Like a lottery winner.

Except they get lucky,
at least once.

Not Bo.

Investigators landed on him

as a suspect in Sadie's
murder, fast.

They built a circumstantial case
to support their theory.

Twelve jurors were convinced?

A 17 year old girl
was raped and murdered.

The media was screaming
for his head,

and there was huge pressure
for conviction.

Right. We're reaching out
to his sister, Isabelle.

Do you know of
any other family?

His father's dead, and
his mother's in a home

with dementia.

His sister is all he's got.

She and her boyfriend,
Jeremy.

Any thoughts on who might
be good for this?

Lots of people think
a killer got off,

even though DNA testing
cleared him.

That doesn't really narrow
things down.

Start with Oren Briggs.
The dead girl's father.

He smeared him in every media
outlet that would listen.

Nobody hated my client
more than Oren Briggs.

Okay, thanks for coming in.

Let me know if you need
anything else.

Ah, you got a job interview?

What do you mean?

Uh, the jacket?

It's a distraction.

I got called in to update the
chief and I got nothing for him.

Bet it makes you miss working
in the field.

[laughs]

On days like this, it does.

Nice tie.

Nice face.

Who's that, suspect?

We don't know yet.

50 bucks says she's a hooker.

Nice.

A little decorum, Detective?

What? Just got out of prison.
The guy wants to get laid.

I'd wanna drink a case
of the priciest Bordeaux.

Hard pass.

Uh, I don't know.

Visit my Dad's grave?

Buzzkill.

Boring.

But, it does make you
the perfect person

to interview the sister.

I'll do it.

Nah, you're gonna check
out photos of all the pros,

ID our photo-booth gal.

You guys get a break,
I'm your first call.

[dramatic music]
♪♪

Can I help you?

Are you Isabelle Townsend?

I'm Detective Kate Jameson.

Is this about Bo?

Is he dead?

Yes, he is.

I'm sorry for your loss.

He was murdered,
wasn't he?

Can we go inside and talk?

You expected something like this
to happen to Bo?

People hated him.

Look at the front
of our house.

People drive by and egg it
just cause he was my brother.

He joined my beer league
hockey team,

quit after the dirty hits
he took.

Even our own guys had issues
with him playing.

Did you know Bo
before his conviction?

We partied with the same
people in high school.

I thought he was guilty
until his lawyer, Jennifer,

took on his case.

He... started visiting Bo and
stayed in touch with Jennifer.

Even reached out to me.

That's how we got together.

I'm trying to reconstruct
his last few hours.

Did you see or speak with him
last night?

Yeah, um, he stopped by
at around 6:00 to tell me

that he was going to be
leaving town soon.

You need to talk
to Oren Briggs

Sadie Briggs' father.

He already went at Bo once.

Went at him?

Bo bumped into Briggs at the
liquor store after he got out.

It took three guys
to pull him off.

I have pictures.

Bo didn't want to press charges,

he said that Briggs
had been through enough,

but I took these just in case
he changed his mind.

Briggs was yelling
the whole time

that he was going to kill Bo.

He's a big guy.

Owns a sawmill
in Maple Ridge.

I'm looking for a quick sale.

Well, I may have found
a buyer for you.

I can show the property anytime.

So I hate to ask, but does
this sale have to do

with that guy being released?

Let's keep that scumbag
out of it, alright?

Look, I've got a teenage
daughter myself, you know?

And if her killer walked free, I
can't imagine how I would feel.

You'd feel exactly
the same way I do.

♪

Have you spoken with Bo Townsend
since his release?

I said everything to that
scumbag at his trial.

And every single one
of his parole hearings.

This is a report filed by a
witness who saw you beat him up.

Am I under arrest?

No.

But we have some questions
for you relating to his murder.

We need you to account for
your whereabouts two nights ago.

What time?

Between 9:00 and 12:00.

I was at home,
watching the game.

Was anyone with you?

No.

You guys are going to screw
with my sale.

We got what we need.

For now.

Don't leave town.

Grieving man who blames
the justice system

for freeing his child's killer?

Or a guilty man
avoiding questions.

[phone notification beeps]

[moaning]

-Tell me how you like it?
-Like that.

Bad news?

A telemarketer.
Won a trip to Mexico.

Is the boss around?

He's working on messaging
with the communications team,

and hating every second of it,
I'm sure.

Bet when he was coming up,

he never thought he'd wind up
an admin guy.

Hmm.

Tech assembled CCTV footage from
cameras near the laundromat.

Townsend's completely out of it.

A real life zombie.

Patrols couldn't find his car
near the Laundromat,

so they've expanded
the search,

but I've got something else
for you.

Ingrid Sifton.

Our gal from the photo-booth
pictures.

A few soliciting charges,
no convictions.

You owe me 50 bucks.

What, why?

She's a working girl.

I assume you guys will do
the interview?

Her contact info's in the file.

Let's go, noob.

[snaps fingers]
Hey.

I'm with you.

Are you?

Bo was a good guy.

What was your relationship
to the victim?

Are you gonna make me say it?

[clears throat]

Um, would you say
you two are close?

Yeah.

When he was on top of me.

Let's start over.

Sorry for your loss.

Did you see one
another often?

Once a week, after Mark
introduced us.

Mark Footman.
His landlord.

We went for dinners,
then back to his place.

He'd play music for me.

It was cute.

He was the perfect date,
except he was tight with money.

His ship hadn't come in yet.

He had plenty of cash.

I wanted to go upmarket to eat,
but he had a teenager's taste.

Lots of chain restaurants.

Where did the money
come from?

I didn't care. I just wanted
to get paid.

But his wallet was a brick.

The guy deserved
his second chance.

Um, if you think of something
that might be useful,

give the station a call.

Thank you for your help.

Let me know if...
I can be useful.

She liked you.

Because I treated her like
any other businesswoman.

Bo had money,

but nobody we talked to
mentioned him having a job.

There's a high rate of
recidivism for ex-cons.

He was innocent.

Best place to lose
your innocence is prison.

Plus, he was looking for a job
for the first time.

So you think he couldn't
get legit work,

so he took it wherever he could?

That money had to come
from somewhere.

[phone rings]

Wells.

On our way.

That was Meg.

Mark Footman called.

We're going back
to Townsend's place.

[Nolan] Some guy asked to get
into Bo's apartment.

Said he was a relative.

Footman wouldn't let him in.

You lied about knowing
Ingrid Sifton.

Oh, I don't "know her",
know her.

If you're looking for a charge,

I can help you out
with that, smart-ass.

Hey, I don't go looking
for trouble...

Yeah, yeah, and trouble
doesn't come looking for you.

Get the hell outta here!
Get out of here!

♪

♪

Call for backup,
I'll handle it.

[music intensifies]
♪

[groans]

[struggling]

Hey, I didn't do anything.

Then why'd you run?

That guy was chasing me.

Handled it.

Call it in?

I thought I'd apprehend
him first.

I tell you to call it in,
you call it in.

Is that clear?

Yes.

Backup is there for times
you need it.

Cops wind up dead.

Come on, get over here.

This envelope's stuffed
full of 50s,

I found it hidden in
the bedroom closet.

Guess you didn't think
to look there.

I wasn't looking for anything.
I was returning a book.

Books are for people
who can read.

I need some time, I gotta go
talk to someone.

Okay, but make it quick.

Say hi to your paid friend
for me.

I wouldn't call a therapist
a "paid friend."

Head shrinker, then.

I won't be long.

Pete!

Someone's had a rough day.

We'll grab takeout,
and I booked us a...

Hey!

Ow!

What are you doing?

We sleep together a few times,

and you think it's okay
to record me?

What?

When we hooked up,
you recorded us.

[groans]

You're hurting me!

Am I?

Okay, if you wanna... role-play,

we should talk limits,
cause...

[moans]
Yeah, right there.

Why would you do that?

What is that, part of the scene,
or what?

You recorded me,

and then you blocked your number
when you sent it.

I don't know what your game is.

Okay, woah, woah, I didn't
do any of that.

Kate, I swear.

I don't know
where that came from.

Delete the file and my number.

Or I'll tip my friends
in the drug squad off

to your recreational hobby.

Kate, I didn't record us,
I swear.

C'mon, why don't you
believe me?

Nigel Allen Elaschuck.

Where were you two nights ago
between 9:00 and midnight?

Having a massage.

Where do dealers go to get knots
out of their back

after a long stressful day
of selling drugs?

I don't know, you'd have
to ask them.

I was with May-Lin
at the Golden Emperor.

Small world.

I raided the Emperor when I was
with the sex crimes unit.

Those girls were sure happy
to get their passports back.

You built up an impressive
collection of drug convictions,

spent some serious time inside.

Is that when you met
Bo Townsend?

[laughs] Is that the charge?

Being friends with an ex-con?

The charge is breaking
and entering.

What were you doing
in his apartment?

When are the police going
to arrest Oren Briggs?

We don't care about the friggin'
lawsuit or the settlement.

You want me to drop the suit?

No!

...Uh, I'm sorry, but Bo
would've wanted us to have

that money for the baby.

For our family.

[moans]
-You like it like that?
-Like that.

You were gone a minute.

I miss anything?

We got hits for the prints
on the cash.

Nigel Elaschuck
and Bo Townsend.

I left them on your desk,
you wanna walk them into Nolan?

I can do it.

Thanks.

Look at that.

Big wad of cash found
in dead man's apartment

with your prints all over it.

I lent a friend some money.
So what?

A very close one to lend
that much.

We were cellmates
when he came in.

Kid needed someone
to look out for him.

Aren't you sweet.

I felt sorry for him.
He was scared.

Needed to learn a few things.

Being outside with the right
kind of people.

So you put Bo to work
selling drugs after he got out,

waiting to collect
on that protection

when the settlement came in.

Well, you got one thing right.

Townsend promised
to square things up.

He rip you off?

Say he was gonna pay you back,
but he didn't,

and that got him dead?

I been accused
of a lot of things,

but I'm no killer.

An ex-con with morals.

And a lawyer.

I'm done talkin'.

You know, Bo never stood
a chance

at the straight life
after prison.

There's always a chance.

He didn't want to flip burgers
waiting for his big payday.

We got a hit on Bo's car
in a garage in Burnaby.

He lives in Surrey,
dies in East Van,

but his car's in Burnaby?

I can follow up on the car.

We'll do it.

Check on Nigel's alibi, he said
he was at the Golden Emperor.

Yes. Thank you.

Ah, ah, ah.

Don't leave that there.

You're buying the stupid sign?

I knew it.

Does your wife put up
with this behaviour?

Oren Briggs' place is a few
blocks away from here.

Maybe Bo went to finish
the fight.

I'm gonna check the trunk
for the tire iron.

Here we go...

There's a sleeping bag covered
in blood.

There's blood on
the safety latch.

What if Bo wasn't driving?

Maybe he was in the trunk.

There was camping gear
at Bo's place,

but no sleeping bag.

What if the killer used it
to move

what he thought was a corpse?

Bo hits his head on the coffee
table during the fight,

gets knocked out, but
the killer thinks he's dead.

Decides to move the body,
stuffs him in the sleeping bag

to get him in the trunk,
drives across town.

Killer abandons the car,
Bo comes to,

he's disoriented, fights his
way out of the sleeping bag.

Pulls the trunk latch,
grabs a tire iron,

maybe to defend himself.

But he's injured, deteriorating,
and he gets lost.

Winds up in the laundromat
looking for help.

So who drove him here?

Woah, you're playing racquetball
with Nolan now?

What, are you tired of losing
to me, Chen?

Yeah, well I needed
a confidence boost.

He won by one point,
we've agreed to disagree

on whether he cheated.

Meg got results back
from forensics on Bo's car,

and on the sleeping bag.

Yeah, while you were playing
with your balls,

we got a break in the case.

Okay, we get it.

What'd they find?

Clothing fibers, hair,
particulate dust, dog fur.

A blood sample from inside
the trunk that's a match

to Bo Townsend, a second one
on the sleeping bag that isn't.

Okay, have forensics see if it
matches Nigel Elaschuck's blood.

I'm already on it.

Good.

Take Kate. Go back
to Oren Briggs.

Ask him to swab for DNA.

The guy barely talked
to us last time,

there's no way
he'll do it voluntarily.

Get creative.

♪

I wanna talk to Briggs, alone.

I know I blew it
with Ingrid Sifton.

Can't let you blow it again.

Not on this one.

I won't.

I can relate to Briggs, I know
how to talk to him.

I can do this.

Make it count.

Get this order out here today, alright.

Mr. Briggs?

What can I do for you,
Detective?

I need to get a sample
of your DNA.

Chasing your own tail
if I'm your prime suspect.

Then this shouldn't be a problem
for you.

I hope that I never understand
what it feels like

to lose a child
to a violent death.

But my father was a cop,
and he was killed on the job.

I know the rage that comes

when someone you care about
is murdered.

It's poison.

I'm sorry about your father.

I'm afraid that kind of thing
stays with you.

I thought it couldn't get
any worse,

until I made a mistake
that got someone killed.

I even faked my way
through therapy

because I couldn't talk about it

to someone who'd
never understand.

But I think you understand.

Every day since Bo Townsend
was arrested,

I've fantasized
about killing that guy.

I took my best shot at it too,

when he told me he was
moving away.

"I'm gonna leave you in peace,"
he said.

Peace?

I lost it.

I understand about making
a mistake

more than you know.

[tearfully] The night
my daughter was killed,

when she missed curfew,

I locked Sadie out.

♪

How'd it go?

Got the sample.

♪

Hey.

Nice work on Briggs.

Do we have any chocolate?

Do you talk to your wife
about the job?

I try not to.

I mean, Emily's supportive,

but I don't want to bring
this home to her and the kids.

Who do you talk to, then?

Bottom of a red wine bottle,
when it gets bad.

Catch you later.

We're out of chocolate.

Forensics cross referenced
Nigel Elaschuck's records

with the blood in the trunk.

It's not his.

Does the blood belong
to Briggs?

His DNA rules him out,
and Nigel's alibi checks out.

Did the family ever get
a serious look?

The boyfriend, Jeremy,
reached out to Bo and Isabelle

once the lawyer took on
Bo's case.

Six million bucks, sets up
a young family for life.

That kind of money
makes people

do things they normally
wouldn't do.

Was there anything in the trunk
or the sleeping bag

that links them to Bo?

Clothing fibres, hair,
fine particulate dust, dog fur.

Did they have a dog?

No dog.

What about the particulate dust?

Composition says synthetic
latex binder.

Water based,
that's house paint.

Colour's blue.

Isabelle's expecting.

That's the colour they're
painting the baby's crib.

She was in the room
when I interviewed her.

If the blood in the trunk
was Isabelle's,

the test would've ID'd
a familial match to Bo.

It's not hers.

When Emily was pregnant,

I did all the painting
in the baby's room.

I didn't want her near
the fumes.

Her boyfriend...

What if Jeremy painted
the crib?

That would make him
a prime suspect.

You know, even if we can connect
the paint dust to Jeremy,

we still need motive.

Six million reasons
don't convince you?

Jeremy came back into Bo's life
before the settlement

was even on the table.

He was there for him.

Yeah, and he saw an opportunity.

Take out Bo, point us at Briggs,
Isabelle collects the money.

Briggs was a good suspect.

Especially after the takedown
on Bo.

Okay...

If Jeremy killed Bo
and pinned it on Briggs,

could be that strategy worked
for him in the past.

I mean, think about it.

There were no leads
in Sadie's murder

until Jeremy pointed at Bo.

Once the police landed on him,
that was it.

So, he came back into Bo's life
because he was afraid

the appeal would point to him.

We have reason to believe
Jeremy was involved

in your brother's death.

That's impossible.

Jeremy loved Bo, he was trying
to help him.

Was he with you the night
Bo died?

No, he was playing hockey
with the guys.

I'll need their names
and numbers to corroborate.

[sighs]

How did you get those bruises?

It was an accident.

Someone grabbed your wrist.

Hard enough to bruise it.

Was it Jeremy?

We found samples of paint dust
in the trunk of Bo's car.

It's the same colour
as your baby's crib.

Did Bo paint the crib?

No.

Jeremy did.

[laughs in disbelief]

Oh my god,
this can't be real.

Jeremy was so sure
that it was Oren Briggs.

I need your permission to get
a sample of the paint

from your house.

♪

Yes.

You have my permission.

Get the sample.

Send someone over to Jeremy
Clark's residence right away.

Thank you.

Twenty years ago, everyone saw
Sadie leave the party with Bo.

He told investigators
that people were drunk,

she wanted to go.

They went back to his place
to listen to music.

Yeah. Typical teenager
who's trying to impress her.

I did that with my crush.

Nobody ever tried that
with me.

Probably because they knew
your old man carried a gun.

Bo doubled Sadie home
on his bike.

Drops her off a few doors down
from his house,

so her dad wouldn't
see him.

Sadie gets home,
and the door is locked.

What does she do?

She'd go to a friend's.

Wait, according to the notes,

this is the address
where Briggs' family lived

when Sadie was killed,

and this was Jeremy Clark's
address as a teenager.

Jeremy's family lived around
the corner from Sadie Briggs?

You're thinking Bo wasn't
the last person to see her

the night she died?

Well, she was locked out.
She had to go somewhere.

She went to Jeremy's.

If Bo found that out, that would
give Jeremy motive to kill him.

Ready to start
with Jeremy Clark?

Kate should interrogate him.

You wanna do it?

Absolutely.

We've got him on the evidence,
I want to make him confess.

Then go do it.

Kate.

Don't make me look bad.

Isabelle said you played hockey
the night of Bo's death.

The rink was hosting a girl's
skating competition that night.

I went to North Van and played
with friends there.

And your hand?

I dropped the gloves in a game.

Look, this is crazy.

I didn't kill Bo.

We found blood in the trunk
of Bo's car.

I can clear you right now
if you give me a DNA sample.

Isabelle thinks
you did it.

She okayed Forensics going
into your home.

I told her we found paint dust
in Bo's car.

My bet is, it's from the crib
you were painting.

The evidence will speak
for itself.

Why don't you tell me
what happened?

He was gonna kill me.

Why would he do that?

We were doin' shots,
he was drunk.

Or he realized
you murdered Sadie.

I was defending myself.

Oh no.

[laughs]

Means a lot, you standing
by me.

Yeah, I got your back, man.

Always will.

Isabelle, too?

I'm glad she's gonna have you
looking after her and the baby.

She took it pretty hard when
I told her I was leaving.

Ah, she'll be okay.

She thinks I'm playing hockey.

I uh, wanted a guy's night,
you know, before you left.

So, you uh, never got
with Sadie, huh?

It wasn't like that.

That's cause you
got friend-zoned.

[laughs]

Girl like her,
gotta take charge.

Make her give it up.

She pretends she
doesn't want it,

but you know she does.

She had weird taste in music,
just like you.

All American Rejects.

She loved this CD.

What?

This album.

Sadie was into it.

How did you know that?

She wouldn't shut up about it.

Offered to burn me a copy.

What?

Sadie heard that for the first
time the night she died.

I played it for her.

What are you freaking out for,
man?

That was the last CD
we listened to

before I brought her home.

That means you saw her
after I dropped her off.

You raped her
and then you killed her.

It was you.

You did it.

[All American Rejects'
"It Ends Tonight"]
♪♪

♪ When darkness turns
to light♪

♪ It ends tonight♪

♪ It ends tonight♪

♪ Just a little insight
will make this right♪

♪ It's too late to fight
It ends tonight♪

[grunting]

♪ It ends tonight♪

[groans]

♪ It ends tonight, tonight.♪

♪ It ends tonight♪

♪ It ends tonight♪

♪

What happened when Sadie
came over?

We went for a drive,
I was wasted.

I don't remember.

Are you an angry drunk?

Do you black out?

Do you remember having sex
with Sadie?

She wanted it.

She never said "no"
or "stop."

She just said "go slow."

That's what girls say
when they're scared to say no.

You force Isabelle
to have sex with you, too?

No.

Sadie came to my place at 1:00
in the morning.

It wasn't rape.

She threatened to go
to the police.

You don't like it when girls
talk back, do you?

So you lost your temper,
she tried to get away,

and you killed her.

Is that what happened?

Huh.

You let Bo do 17 years.

I was making it up to him.

What else could I do?

You coulda come clean.

That's what you coulda done.

Hi, Doctor Powell.

Remember me?

[sighs]

That guy I was sleeping with?

He sent me an audio file
of us together.

I dumped him.

So that's progress, right?

What are you doing here,
Kate?

I was hoping we could continue
our sessions together.

I don't see there's value
in that.

But I like talking to you.

I like talking to you, too,

but that's not what
therapy's about.

You know I have a waiting list
of patients

desperate to do the hard work
of facing the things they fear,

the things that keep
them stuck.

And I want to help them
do that.

That's therapy.

I understand.

[melancholy piano music]
♪♪