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? Words that we used to say

? Back when we were dreaming

? Larger than life, soaring

? We were gold

? Glowing warm and bright

? You wrapped me up
So tightly with promises ?

? You said I'm not just
A mother ?

? A sister, a daughter

? That I am much more

? It's all over

? There's no explanation

? But it should have been us

? I should be the one

? Who caught your attention

? Had all your affections

? I was perfect

? Gave you, everything

? I thought we

? Could have had it all

? I could have stood
And made you ?

? So proud to know me

? But, I won't go quietly

? I won't be just some mother

? Or sister or daughter

? Or nobody

? To be kept

"Things Look Good"
by Sleeping in the Aviary

Here you go.

How 'bout that autumn air, huh?

How 'bout that autumn air.

Wake up, will ya.
I don't need to see that.

Like I don't know who you are.

Every freakin' time with the ID.

Hey.

How's the day going?

Not much of a talker, huh?

Hey.
Go back to where you were.

- What's going on?
- Go back over there.

- Get back over there.
- Get back over there.

- Hey.
- Hey!

Get back over there!
Alright.

What did you not understand?

Get back to the other
side of the street.

Hey! Back up!

- Right here?
- Right there's good.

Okay, right there.
Don't move.

You're not gonna find
my prints on it anyway.

I always wear work gloves.

So you sure you didn't see
or hear anything strange

last night?

No.

Guys, I don't care
what you do up there

but take it easy, okay?

So last night.
Anything out of the ordinary?

Nothing.

- Nothing at all?
- Nothing.

Sergeant Winslow...

- Under the bed.
- I have a permit for that.

You have a gun in there?

Yeah. It's unloaded.

Open it up.

Put it back where you found it.

I want to see that permit.

- Right now?
- No, we can get to that later.

Last night.
What time did you go to bed?

One. One-thirty.

And you didn't see
anything at all?

I was in my garage all night.
I didn't see anything.

Mind if we take a look?

Well, supposing
something were to have happened

in your back yard
before you went to sleep,

do you think you
would have noticed?

I don't know.

I had a few drinks out here and
I get pretty fixated on my work.

Is this your job?

Yeah. I make
a little extra money

fixing and refurbishing motors,
generators, stuff like that.

- Extra?
- Yeah. I'm a vet.

- Oh, right: the leg.
- The leg.

You own the place?

My parents left it to me.

It's a pretty sweet deal.

Government check, no mortgage.

Get to tinker in
the garage all day.

Yeah, it's super sweet.
Super sweet.

All it cost me was my parents
and my ability to run.

So tell me, soldier boy,
why on God's green Earth

would someone dump a body
in your back yard?

I don't know, man, you tell me.
I don't tinker as a detective.

So that's your story?

Honestly, there's nothing else.

Funny thing is, when people say
honestly they're usually lying.

- I don't lie.
- Oh come on!

I'm not any good
at remembering my lies

so I just tell the truth.

- You never lie?
- Never.

- Ever?
- Never.

So, what you're not telling us

is we should be
paying attention to.

Guess you've got me figured out.

What is it about me that
makes you think I'm an idiot?

Tell me, is it my ears, my nose?
My suit?

It's got to be something, Steve,

'cause you're treating me
like I'm an idiot.

You're hurting my feelings.

Now come on. Can we work
together on this thing?

- What thing?
- What thing!?

Oh, I don't know. We got
a vet with a history

of violent outbursts and
a dead girl in his back yard.

Now, why do I think you
had something to do with it?

You suffer from dark thoughts.

You're right. I do.

It's a character flaw,
I'll admit it.

But it is a real problem
for you.

Oh, okay.

Then you wanna tell me
why we found her car

parked a block from your house?

So you know who she is?

And you don't? Come on!

Let me tell you, right now
you need to start thinking about

what else we're gonna find
in that car.

Like finger prints for example.

Or better yet, start thinking
about how sweet

you're gonna look to the boys
on cell block B.

Now, you can either
give it up to them

or you can give it up to me.

That's funny. You think
you can run a game on me?

You're right. I am!

You're a perceptive guy, Steve.

It's probably an accident,
right?

These things happen.
It's understandable.

But all of a sudden,
somebody ends up dead.

I let you guys go through
my place, top to bottom.

Been nothing but cooperative.

Do you think I would do that
if I had something to hide?

So you don't know her?

- No, I don't know her.
- Awful pretty though.

- Don't you think so, Sarge?
- Definitely a looker.

Hell, I'd fuck her.
And I don't even like women.

And Steve here don't lie, right?

So be honest, Steve, would ya?
Ya know?

I don't want to get as blue as
Phillips here, but, would ya?

With a dead girl?

I don't know,
maybe that's your kink.

Do I need a lawyer?

This isn't TV, Steve,
just a witness interview.

No Miranda necessary.

We can always get you later.
Read you your rights then.

There's nothing to get me for.

Then there's no reason not
to answer our questions.

You're asking me
do I think she's pretty?

Do you?

I can honestly say...

she's the most beautiful girl
I've seen in my entire life.

Drop me at the corner.

Oh, here he is!

I seen that cop
drop you off, killer.

How you like killing
helpless women, huh?

Hey, I'm on the news tonight.

I actually got some
compliments about you.

- Weirdo!
- Yeah.

Freak.

It's been a chaotic day here

in this usually quiet
neighborhood of New Britain.

I'm here on Gautama Street
where, earlier this morning,

at this house right behind me,
a man made a grisly discovery:

the body of a young woman,
reportedly stabbed to death,

lying lifeless
in his own back yard.

Police were dispatched to
the scene when homeowner,

- Steven Warren called 911...
- Oh, nice robe.

...stating that a woman,
who he did not know

and appeared
to be deceased,

was found propped up
in his back yard.

The victim, 27-year-old
Diane Fae of New Britain,

a talented singer
known for her performances

with the local
community theater,

was pronounced
dead at the scene.

News spread quickly
and alarmed residents

gathered in the streets, trying to make sense of this tragedy.

A murder, on this street? It makes me sick to my stomach.

How many kids you got, lady.

All I can say is that I'm not
surprised the police are here

right now. I'm sure
something bad happened,

and, umm, hopefully the police
will figure it out.

Mr. Warren, who made
this shocking discovery,

declined to be interviewed.

We're told his family has owned the property for several decades

and that he currently
lives alone.

Few details are known
at this time

about the victim's
cause of death,

other than initial reports that she had been stabbed--

Stop!

Ugh, shit.

Diane Fae.

Here's to you.

Wish I knew you.

Thanks for that.
Been a long time comin'.

Tell me you love me.

You promised.

Hey Steve-o!

- Is this the right address?
- He's coming, he's coming.

Steve-o!

Here he is.

You lose your crutch, killer?

You guys banging around
out here?

Are we whaa?

Making noise?
It's not you?

Uhmmm...

You tossing some shit
up on my roof?

Were you tossing
shit on his roof?

- No.
- Are you sure?

- Mm-hm.
- No.

But maybe you're
hearing things though.

Maybe noises from above.

It's probably God knocking.
Maybe he's comin' to collect.

What do you think, Mal?

About what?
About... Oh yeah!

I dunno.
Well maybe, I mean,

I don't think God likes
guys who kill woman.

I dunno.
Maybe that's just me.

No, probably not!

You guys are cute,
you're having some fun.

Listen, I catch you
on my property again

it's gonna be trouble, okay.

You already got trouble, killer.
Look.

That's right, I'm a killer.
But I don't kill women.

- Oh. Tough ex-Marine, right.
- Right.

- Army.
- Army. Shit.

- Let's go boys.
- All right.

- Sidewalk. Let's go.
- Alright.

Sidewalk.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Alright.

Don't forget this.

- My walkin' stick now, bitch.
- Yup.

Looked like he was really about
to go at it with those two.

Yeah. Then we'd
have to rush right over.

Hard-dee-fuckin'-har.

Not funny, Chet.

I thought it was.

- Pack it up, kids.
- What? Why?

We got Diane Fae's cell records.

No calls to or from
a Mr. Steven Warren

- to a Ms. Diane Fae.
- Are you kidding?

Gets even better.

No prints on the screwdriver...
or the car.

Also, I got an expedited
toxicology report.

She's doped to the gills.
Benzo.

If she didn't die
from the stab wound,

downers would have
killed her anyway.

She have a prescription
for Valium?

No, not according
to the husband.

- It's worth looking into.
- Maybe.

If you guys wanna keep an eye on
him, it's your time, your dime.

- Got it?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay, Sarge.
- If not, get some sleep.

- Goodnight, Sarge.
- Goodnight.

Did you know, a fae is
the same thing as a fairy?

Fae...

...a metaphysical, supernatural
or preternatural enchantress

noted for their mischief
and malice.

You are such a fucking dork.

I got your ass!

Hey!

I gotcha.

Come here!

Hi, Steve.

That's my ride, Becca.

That's the guy I've
been telling you about.

You're early, handsome.

Why did you break
your promise to me?

You said you'd be dead too.

I, uhh...

I found another guy, Steve.

Yeah, who's that, Skip?

You can keep the Briggs
for parts.

Saw you on the tube
last night, hot shot.

How'd you end up with
a dead girl in the back yard?

Somebody trying to
send you a message?

You got a message for me?
I'm listening.

Just a theory...

Oh.

You're the guy. You're the
guy who found the dead girl.

Mike, it's the guy from TV.
He found that dead singer.

I heard that she was, like,
all bloody and disgusting.

Actually, she was beautiful.

Diane Fae.

I know I know you.

Tell me you love me.

You promised.

You motherfuckers!

Hey!

- Wassup?
- What is it with you guys?

Thought we'd take a look
and see

where you killed
that singer girl.

Yeah, Lenny and I
were just talking...

and, umm, we don't like guys who
kill women living on our street.

- Okay.
- It's not good for the...

- Ya know...
- Who wants the first punch?

- What?
- First one's free.

Okay, well... you serious?

There's two of us
and one of you.

You each get one.

- We're gonna kill you.
- Sounds good, man.

Really?

Wow.

Alright, ya know, fuck it.
Let's just... Do it.

- Lenny...
- Yeah.

There ya go.

Let me just...
I don't want to...

Gotta save that for later.

Do you want to?

- All you, Mal.
- Really? That's nice of you.

But, seriously, go.
I don't even wanna...

Uh! Fuck!

Get up, bitch, get up.

Alright, Steve-O,
your fuckin' shot.

Get up, my man, get up.
Oh fuck!

Oh, that fuckin...

Fuck. Ahh! Fuck, dude, my
fucking right and my left ear.

Owww!

I ever see you again,
I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Yeah. I... I... Owww!!

Owww! Alright! Fuck!

Take this fucking cane
with you!

I don't want the fucking cane!

Ya little prick.

Hey, babe! Can I get a beer?

- What's the magic word?
- Abracadabra.

Oh, you need to get a new joke!

Oh, someone's fast.

- Oh, you're quick. Come here!
- No, no! Stop! Be careful!

Come here!

Stop tickling me!

I'm gonna pee this couch!

Oh, you're gonna
pee on the couch?

-Yes.
-You're gonna pee. That's gross.

- Did you pee?
- No.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

No, Steve.

This is the only place
that we can be together.

If you do what you promised, we
can be anywhere you want to be.

Ah!

Together forever.

Together forever and ever.

Tell me you love me.

Help you with something?

Security camera.

Yeah, I'd be paranoid
if I were you, too.

You got it or not?

So you been thinking
about my theory?

Someone trying
to send me a message?

No, I thought whoever
did it might come back.

Hmm.

Does this stuff even work?

Yeah, it works great.

Three-hundred-sixty-five days,
ten years,

never failed me.
Then I went digital.

How much?

Everything all in,
for you, fifty bucks.

- For me. Twenty.
- Twenty?

Tapes. High grade,
premium tapes.

I've worked on the camera.
I've worked on the deck.

Everything in front of you
is gonna work fabulous.

Work with me a little bit.
Forty-five dollars.

Bunch of old stuff.
I'll give you twenty.

Okay, the whole idea
of negotiation

is meet somewhere in the middle.
Can you help me a little bit?

- I got twenty.
- Twenty. Twenty cash?

- Yeah.
- Fine. Done.

I hope your killer
does come back.

Me too.

That's for glass.

What's the point of that anyway?

It's therapeutic.

- Where's your cane?
- I threw it out.

- Still got the limp, I see.
- Yeah. I'm working on it.

How did that happen, anyway?

Defending democracy.

Benzodiazepine?

Valium?

Someone drugged her
and then they stabbed her?

We, uh, we don't
know what happened.

Maybe you know
something we don't.

You're Bernard, right?

- And you're Detective Phillips?
- That's right.

Just trying to keep this
straight...

'Cause Bernard's
the commie, right?

And you definitely
didn't know her?

Again, no.

Do you have any enemies?

A few guys in the neighborhood,
a couple punks,

giving me a hard time
about this.

But no, I don't
have any enemies...

not on this side
of the Atlantic.

You took someone's
favorite seat on the bus...

You complained that
your neighbor's rap music

was too loud...

You're banging somebody's
wife... Something like that?

It's too weird to be
a coincidence for me too.

I was thinking that
the killer always returns

to the scene of the crime.

So, I'm gonna get him on tape.

And...

you guys are amazing
and I hate to burst your bubble

but you're not the first
with a theory

that someone was trying
to send me a message.

Or that I had an enemy.

Guy that sold me
that had the same idea.

Did you know
the victim was married?

No.
I didn't see or read that.

Husband thinks his little singer
was cheating on him.

So now I'm bangin'
someone's wife?

You guys want
some straight answers,

give me some straight questions.

- Were you fucking her, Steve?
- No.

If I had been,
she'd still be alive.

Ha! You would have
protected her, is that it?

That's right.

Diane
performed on stage that night,

she left the theater, and
no one ever saw her again.

Is there a question?

- Did you kill Diane Fae?
- No.

Do you know
who killed Diane Fae?

No.

- Take a guess.
- Her husband maybe.

Funny.

He said the same
thing about you.

Really strong opinion
on that particular point.

Almost as strong as his alibi.

And you're a local
celebrity now, Steve.

Face is all over the news,
you're not a hard man to find.

I think that you'd
better be watching your ass.

Any other advice, commie?

No.
But I have a fun fact for you.

I'm dying to hear it.

In our line of work,
there are no coincidences.

You think the butler did it,
the butler did it.

There's no mystery,
there's no TV whodunit.

- It's always your best suspect.
- Not this time.

The two of you will have
to do a little detective work.

Or, perhaps we'll get lucky

and the killer will return
to the scene of the crime.

See, I think that you got
your little camera there

to protect yourself from all
those enemies you don't got.

I guess I scored
a hundred percent

or I'd be taking another ride.

Yeah.

We know where to find you.

I'm not giving you what
you want, Steve.

- Tell me you love me.
- I love you.

My body was flesh and blood.

But there are
countless fragments

that form my mind and soul.

My hopes and dreams
were mine alone.

I controlled my own destiny.

And now, I'm just
an image to you.

We'll never know what we
could have been, together,

floating in this void
between time and space,

all because you broke
your promise to me!

I've already taken my medicine.

Now do what you promised.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

You promised!

Whoa!

No way.

I love you!

Diane, I love you!

Come on!

That is total bullshit.

World of knowledge
at your fingertips. Come on...

Ghost.

Angry ghost.

Very angry ghost.

Okay.
Diane, here we go honey...

"Ghosts or apparitions
of the dead..."

"...or sounds associated

with inexplicable disturbances
are the lingering

emotional residue
of people who have passed."

"They are unable to make
the transition from

the physical state
into the spirit world,

these lost souls..."

...this is amazingly poetic.

"These lost souls exist in a
limbic state of emotional shock

induced by sudden death
or a lifetime of suffering...

...unable to understand
what's happening to them

until someone breaks through
to explain they must

depart Earth's sphere to the
next state of consciousness."

Awesome. Great.

Diane, you're dead!

Go into the light.

All right, Diane,
here we go, then.

Here's the goods, honey.

"In nearly all chronologically
documented cases

of escalating
supernatural phenomenon,

leading to physical synergy,
witnesses report cold spots,"

none of that, "sounds," check,
"voices," check,

"shadows of figures...

...until the spirit or spirits
manifest their will

to interact
with physical worlds,

moving objects,
touching eyewitnesses,

and in rare cases even being
known to harm the living."

You know what...

Bring it, Diane.

You promised!

Are you Steven Warren?

Yeah.

I'm Markus Willeford,
Diane Fae's husband.

Are you the one
who found my wife?

I don't want any trouble.
I just...

I just wanted to talk to you.

I didn't have anybody else
to talk to.

- What do you wanna talk about?
- I don't know...

I just...

Who would do this, Steve?

Who would do this to my Diane?

I don't know.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

No. You needed this.

I understand.

I don't know what
I wanted to do.

But I'm glad
it turned out like this.

I'm glad that...
that we're just talking.

Me too.

I failed her, Steve.

And I was her number one fan.
I mean, that's how we met.

Diane was amazing.

She could sing
like an angel, and...

I knew she was a handful

but I felt like the luckiest
guy in the world

when she called me up
and asked me to come get her.

I thought I was saving her.

But in the end, I just
turned out to be the one

who was helping
destroy her dreams.

All she wanted was to sing,
to be a star,

and she should have been.

It was my fault.

Anything she did,
it was my fault!

I mean, I tried. God,
I tried to give her a good life,

some stability.

But I could barely make ends
meet, let alone afford a place

for her in New York,
and if I could have...

none of this would've happened.

I'm sorry.

Markus, I don't mean to be
disrespectful or weird

but is there anything
strange happening to you?

Where you live?

What do you mean?

- All right, I'll just say it.
- I think Diane is here.

Like a ghost.

Like a ghost?

I've seen her right in
front of me, plain as day.

Just like the two of us
talking, right here.

- Okay!
- No! Please, please don't go!

Please!

I don't have anyone else
to talk to about this.

Please sit down.

Just hear me out and then if you
want to beat the hell out of me

or whatever, I won't stop you.

I was a soldier.

In Afghanistan.

Been awhile now.

I saw a lot there.
I did a lot.

And when they sent me home,

I felt like I let
all my friends down.

Like a lot of them
would have made it back

if I'd have been there
to help them but...

Death there is so ugly.

It comes so quickly.

And Diane, she was beautiful.

She was perfect.

And she was so sad.

I felt like I could help her.

Like I knew her.

And then I knew the cops
would come

and that they would
take her away

and I didn't want to lose her
so I took a picture of her.

And that's why
I think she's here still.

You're an asshole.

Seeing ghosts and...

You, you need to see
a psychiatrist! God!

You're lucky I don't...
Ohhh!

"Waiting Room Blues" by She Is
So Beautiful/She Is So Blonde

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

I won't let you forget me,
Steve.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You in this?
- Yeah.

Reduced to community theater.

It takes a lot of talent,
singing and dancing.

Yeah, that nobody sees.

I thought a lot of
people went to these.

I meant the world.
But it'll have to do.

I'll come.
I'll tell people

I knew you
before you were famous.

I had my shot. I just do this
to torture myself.

Look, if you do come, come late.

I close the show and I'm
the only one worth seeing.

- Well, keep this.
- Keep it.

I'll be there. 7:00 PM, the
Cultural Center. I'll be there.

All right.

I'll see you there.

? Words that we used to say

? Back when we were dreaming

? Larger than life, soaring

? We were gold

? Glowing warm and bright

? You wrapped me up
So tightly with promises ?

? You said I'm not just
A mother ?

? A sister, a daughter

? That I am much more

? It's all over

? There's no explanation

- Hey! You were great!
- Thanks.

You're the guy
from the bus stop.

Yeah. Told you I'd come.

- Diane.
- Steve.

You probably have plans,

but I'd love to take you
to a cup of coffee.

Does it bother you
that I'm married?

Oh no, he's not here.

He's traveling on business,
as usual.

But at least he's not
smothering me.

Do you wanna go get
that cup of coffee?

Sure.

Are you kidding me?
That is a big deal...

Serving in the military.
Going to war.

I was just doing my duty.

Is that how you hurt your leg?

We don't have
to talk about that.

Well, if you don't want
to talk about it

why don't you do
something about it?

- Like what?
- Like get rid of it.

Uhh, I still need it.

You hardly even limp.

I promise you, if you get rid
of that you'd be just fine.

If it bothers you that much

why don't you talk
to somebody about it?

I don't really have anyone
to talk to.

All my friends back here,
they moved away a long time ago.

And the friends I left behind,
the ones that made it back,

they live in other states,
have families...

reenlisted...

or disappeared.

I don't know where they...

I don't have any friends
or family.

Maybe that's my problem.

I guess I'm depressed.

- Ridiculous...
- No. Those are real problems.

Not like mine.

Like what?

Do you really wanna hear?

If you wanna tell me.

Well, I'm a failure.

That's my problem.

Luck, timing, talent: those
are the three things you need

in this business,
and in that order,

unless you have connections.

You kidding me. With your looks
and how talented you are.

No. No, that only got me
halfway there.

I mean, I did a few
Broadway chorus-lines;.

I had great representation.

I fronted a lounge act
for a while,

and, you know,
that was fun, it's just...

I even did
a major label showcase!

And then, the big city,
the expenses,

they just caught up to me.

And the only one to catch
my fall was the wrong guy.

Your husband.

My husband.

He had a steady job.
He's hardly a Rockefeller.

I know.

Hey, we all make
bad decisions, right?

Tell me about it.

Hey, you were so good tonight.
Great. You were great tonight.

Thank you.

But there were like five people
in the audience.

God, I seriously don't know
why I do it anymore.

It makes me want to kill myself.

Well, it's a good thing we met.
I'm your number one fan.

- Oh.
- There's six of us, I think.

Well,
that's a big responsibility.

I'm your man.

Do you mean that?

Definitely.

Thanks for coming to my show.

Told you I would.

This'll make a great picture.

No.

No pictures.

Let's just remember this.

Can I see you again?

My husband would be so jealous.

Why'd you do it?

Because...

I feel like we fit.

- We connect, ya know?
- Yeah.

You want to see me again?

Do you know where
Front Street is?

It's like three blocks
from my house.

Good.

There's a house there
that I go to be alone.

It's been for sale a long time.

Belonged to a girl
I went to theater with.

I used to go feed her cats when
she was away and I kept a key.

You know, we could
just meet at my place.

No. No.

This is perfect.

The realtor only shows
the house on Sunday.

And it's my secret place
so we won't get caught.

We can't get caught.

So no pictures,
no texts, no calls.

We won't even exchange numbers.

Let's just remember
when and where,

just like we'll
remember tonight.

Okay.

This'll be our little secret.

I won't tell anyone.

And neither will you.

I don't have anyone to tell.

Okay.

Well, I'll see
you tomorrow night.

Could I get a ride home first?

God, just this once.

This is our secret place.

Just you and me.

You in this?

Yeah. Reduced
to community theater.

This is where we meet.

Nowhere else.

Wherever.

I had my shot. I just
do this to torture myself.

I love you, Diane.

I'm a failure.
That's my problem.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

If you really love me,
you'll do what I want.

God, I seriously don't
know why I do it anymore.

It makes me want to kill myself.

I was put on this Earth
to be a singer.

Not somebody's
pretty little princess.

God, if you're capable
of doing what you love

then you're a privileged soul.

A nurse, an architect,
it doesn't matter what it is.

If you were born to do it,
it is true sailing.

"True sailing is dead."
Jim Morrison said that.

"No one here gets out alive."

Let's face it, when you're
quoting Jim Morrison lyrics

it's time for you
to kill yourself.

Come on...

If you love me,
you'll do this with me.

We'll be famous.

We'll die right here, together,

and we'll film it on a phone.

And when they find it,
it'll go viral.

I have nothing.

You have nothing.

Please.

Please do this with me.

You don't want to live
here without me, do you?

I can't live without you.

Then die with me.

I can't just sit here and wait.

- Tell me you love me.
- I love you.

Promise me.

I promise.

Just wait, just wait.

No, no, don't.
Let's just stop for a second.

- No.
- Just stop for a second.

- We gotta just do it.
- I don't want you to do this.

- Steve, stop.
- I don't want you to do this.

Are you fucking kidding
me right now?

- Stop. Stop.
- Steve, stop!

Stop it, stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop!

Stop it, stop it, stop it!
Stop!

Give me my phone!

Give me my phone!

Fuck you!
Get the fuck out!

Get out!

God, you fucking coward!

You promised!

You love me, love
me, love me, love me...

I love you, I love you...

You promised!

You can't lie
to yourself anymore.

You remember now.

Now keep your promise to me.

No, Diane.

I don't love you anymore.

"Days" by She Is So
Beautiful/She Is So Blonde

Detective. Steven Warren.

I just remembered the truth.