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I don't know what to say.

[therapist] You could start with your name.

[sighs] Jude Silvio.

My mother was a Beatles fan.

[therapist] I don't follow.

[quoting song lyrics] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[therapist] You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, Mr. Silvio.

I thought I was losing my mind.

I got scared. That's why I came here.

[therapist] Maybe the simplest thing would be to tell us what happened.

[Jude] My wife was taking my daughter home.

[tense music plays]

Oh! Oh, my God!

[screaming]

[gunshots boom]

Go, Bill! Let's go! Let's go. Let's get out of here, come on.

Let's go, man! Let's go, man!

[therapist] What about you, Caroline?

Do you feel like talking?

[sighs]

Sure.

[therapist] Would you like to tell us what happened?

My husband went out for a drink.

- [rock music plays] - [din of conversation]

Hey, hey. Get-- get lost!

Aah! [fighting grunts]

- [man] Whoa, whoa! - [patrons screaming]

Our daughter, Lila, had met this jerk

at the convenience store not too far from where we live.

She used to go there to-- to hang out,

and to see her friends.

She was looking for trouble, and she found it.

[zipper rasps]

[suspenseful music plays]

[rasp of lighter flicking]

[hiss of flame]

[papers rustling]

Oh! Oh, man!

[tense music plays]

We've got a carjacking victim in Federal Hill,

an unidentified body in East Bawlmer,

and a dead drunk over at The Waterfront.

Bar brawling. Just the kind of publicity we don't need.

Bayliss, you handle East Baltimore.

Lewis, you take Federal Hill. Munch, you give him a hand.

Mike, Frank, you're gonna stay with Kay,

and work the phones, and get whatever she needs.

Kay, hold down the fort.

Supervise all three cases from here.

Who's gonna take The Waterfront?

I will.

[Lewis] Hey, that's our bar, Gee.

We got a reputation to maintain here.

I should work The Waterfront, or Bayliss, or Munch.

[Giardello] You can't investigate a homicide case in a place you own.

It's a conflict of interest.

Besides, it's right across the street, I can walk to work.

Well, if we're so short-handed, uh,

why don't I go with Tim, huh?

That's not gonna happen, Frank.

You're still restricted to desk duty.

Sir, don't you think it might be a better idea

if you stay here, and I go out?

I mean, you being the Shift Commander, and everything.

I want this case, Kay.

Okay?

All right, everybody! Let's go!

[fast, intense music plays]

[theme music plays]

- [phone ringing] - [man] Homicide.

that nothing bad would happen to me, or my family.

I was doing well, we had a nice house

on Federal Hill.

Our daughter was born with ten toes and ten fingers,

and a smile so happy that people stopped us

on the street, just to look at her.

And what could go wrong?

I was working late that night, Saturday night.

I'm a tax lawyer.

Natalie, my wife, always said I work too hard.

[Natalie] Hello, Jude, Natalie, and Jessica aren't here right now.

Please leave a name and number, and we'll get back to you.

-Thanks. - [machine beeps]

Hi, hon, it's me.

Uh, I'm still at the office. Where are you?

Give me a call.

It wasn't like her not to call.

She always called when she got home.

She was a very punctual person.

You have no warning when your life's about to change,

no...

clap of thunder, no sign.

[computer keys click]

Maybe a premonition, a fear.

But we're scared most of the time, aren't we?

So, how do you know when it means something?

How do you know when you're just not being paranoid?

[Lewis] Look at this.

[Jude] And so it happens, sudden, out of the blue.

- [Lewis] Mr. Silvio? - Yes?

[somber music plays]

I knew it immediately,

before anyone came and told me, I...

I was in the back room doing the laundry,

when...

suddenly I felt sick,

like I was gonna faint.

I-- I went into the bedroom, and...

sat on the bed,

and stared at his pyjamas under the pillow.

[inhaling deeply]

[whispering song lyrics]

And then I-- I started singing this song

that my father would sing to me when I couldn't sleep.

[whispering song lyrics]

[quoting song lyrics]

[somber music plays]

[knocking lightly]

- Caroline Widmer? - [Caroline] Yes.

Lieutenant Giardello, Baltimore City Police.

[tense music plays]

[Tom] My wife and I were listening to the radio.

Lila was 16, going on 26.

She was a late baby.

I was already 40 when I had her.

It was her birthday, and I had made a cake.

[TV sports announcer] They're down to nine, from the 20.

Pink or yellow?

[Tom] What?

- Pink or yellow? - Yellow.

Really, yellow? You think so?

[Tom] Pink, then.

No, pink's way too babyish. After all, she's 16.

- [referee whistle blows on TV] - [scoffs] Damn Ravens!

I can't believe she's 16. Did you get her a present?

Yeah, I got her a present. Not that she deserves it.

- You're too hard on her. - Ravens!

Who names a football team after an Edgar Allan Poe story?

So, what'd you get her?

A chastity belt.

[chuckles]

I wonder where she is. She should be here by now.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Bayliss] Hey, Dr. Cox, what you got for me?

One dead girl, mid-teens, strangled.

She's fresh, just a few hours old.

- [Bayliss] Any ID? - [Schenker] None.

Any wallet or a purse? Anything?

[Schenker] No, nothing.

Those two over there found the body.

[police radio chatter]

Hey, you guys found her?

Half an hour ago.

- Called 911 right away. - Uh-huh.

Is there a reward?

[scoffs] I'm gonna need your names.

Tom Scritz. S-C-R-I-T-Z.

Edgar Gatlin.

Okay, so, uh, so what, you guys came back in the alley

and you just found her?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Uh-huh. What were you doing?

Huh?

[Bayliss] Why'd you come back into the alley?

No reason.

No reason?

You came back into a dark alley to do nothing?

Come on. Come on, guys. What? What?

Am I wearing a sign on the back of my coat, you know, that says-- what?

Does it say "kick me" back there?

Schenker, did you, uh, did you frisk 'em down?

Yeah.

Well, now... now, that,

that there is a crack pipe.

That guy has a drug problem.

[Bayliss] If you don't mind, gentlemen, I'd like you to come downtown with me.

[police radio chatter]

[camera shutter clicks]

[marker rustles]

Whenever Lila was late, I figured it was better

not to know the whys and the wherefores.

I figured that girl was gonna do whatever she was gonna do,

whatever I thought, did or said.

He thought she had run away from home,

and I said that she would never do that.

He asked me why, and I said, "Because I know my daughter."

He said I should open my eyes and see the truth,

that Lila was a slut. That's what he said.

[Mrs. Rath sighs]

You live in a dream, you know that?

You see weeds in the park,

you say, "Oh, what a beautiful flower."

A guy comes on the TV and says a plane crashed,

and you say, "Oh, how nice to be able to fly to Europe."

And you never see the good in anything or anyone.

[sighs]

- [Howard] There you go, Detective. - What's this?

A printout of all the carjackings in the Federal Hill area

in the last year and a half.

I want you to find out who's on the street, and who's incarcerated.

[quoting song lyrics]

All's well in Baltimore tonight, Sergeant.

What you got?

Well, the streets are quiet,

the churches are full, the poor are fed,

the rich are generous, and we have got a teenage girl

who's tied up in an alley.

- You got a name on the victim? - No ID, no ideas.

- Try Missing Persons? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'll see what they got.

There's fresh coffee, and if anyone needs me,

I'll be at my desk, counting paper clips.

Jane Doe?

Makes it worse somehow, no one knowing her.

Well, someone knows her.

I just gotta find 'em, and soon.

[Mrs. Rath] So we just sat there, and waited for Lila to come home.

That's all we could do, is wait.

[somber music plays]

Shelly? Shelly, have you seen Lila?

Not since Wednesday.

[Mrs. Rath] Well, if you see her, you tell her to come right home.

Okay.

Yeah, let's go.

[somber music plays]

Did I tell you what I got her for her birthday?

That print dress she saw at Sears.

It was on sale, 20% off.

You know, the thing we have to remember about Lila

is that she's basically a sensible girl.

Now, I know she acts wild.

I'm not blind, no matter what you say.

Well, maybe she's mad at me about something.

I can't think of anything I did.

Did you say something to her, Tom? Did you criticize her?

Is there something that you're not telling me?

- Where are you going? - To call the police.

[Mrs. Rath gasps]

[Tom] She'd been missing for two days.

You went back in the alley to smoke some crack.

We never said that.

[Bayliss] And you stumbled over the body.

Right.

- And that's it? - That's it.

You saw nothing more, Edgar?

N-no.

And you called 911 to see if there was a reward

to get some money to buy some more crack.

- We never said that. - Why isn't there a reward?

No, no, no, no.

Edgar...

I think that you're lying to me.

And, um...

you know what happens when someone

lies to a police officer

in the course of a murder investigation, don't you?

Huh? Hmm?

They go to Jessup, Edgar!

Now, you have heard of Jessup, haven't you?

- Huh? What? - Come here.

Stay there.

I'll be right back.

Ah, Missing Persons just got this call from a Mr.--

Mr Rath, uh,

6311 Highland Avenue.

That's East Baltimore.

His, um, 16-year-old daughter, Layla, Leila Rath, whatever,

she, uh, she's been missing for the last two days.

Okay.

Now, will you keep an eye on these two clowns?

'Cause they know more than they're telling.

- [Pembleton] Yeah, sure. - Sit down.

Thanks, Frank.

[Pembleton] You're, uh... welcome.

You're-- you're welcome.

[Caroline] I can't believe that I'll never see his face again,

that I'll never hear his laugh...

- Widmer, Jack. - [Caroline] ...feel him touching me.

[somber music plays]

The hardest part was going to see Jack's body.

I-- I couldn't recognise him.

I mean, I-- I knew it was him.

I said, "That's Jack."

But it wasn't him at all.

It was somebody else.

A stranger.

[office din]

Gee, what news from The Waterfront?

Do we know the name of the murdered guy

that is gonna single-handedly put us out of business?

Jack Widmer, 24, stabbed in the jugular with a broken beer bottle.

Plenty of witnesses, but they're all too drunk to remember anything.

I brought the whole damn bunch in for questioning.

- I can give you a hand with that, Gee. - [scoffs]

You're on the Silvio case.

Yeah, but that's, like, a dead-end carjacking.

What do you have so far, Lewis?

Uh, Silvio, Natalie, age 28.

Address, 31 Landon Road.

She was carjacked in a Volvo, three blocks from her home.

Suspects took off with her daughter, Jessica,

age three, in the back seat.

The baby's yet to be found.

How's Bayliss doing on that Jane Doe case?

He thinks he may have located the family.

[tense music plays]

- Mrs. Rath? - [Mrs. Rath] Yes.

I'm Tim Bayliss, Baltimore Police, Homicide.

Wh-- What is it?

I'm responding to a missing persons report

that you filed this evening, sir.

You found Lila?

Who did you say you work for?

Baltimore Police. Homicide.

Where is she? Where is-- where is Lila?

The man said homicide.

Is she okay? Is-- is Lila okay?

Don't you ever listen?

Ho-mi-cide!

[Bayliss] I'm sorry.

Um, just wait right here, please.

- Julianna, is that my Jane Doe? - [Dr. Cox] Yep.

So, you find anything that I can use?

Well, she recently had sex,

and besides being strangled, she was beaten.

I found a few fibres of what looks like rope,

currently being examined by our intrepid lab.

Okay. Any identifying marks?

Yeah. There's a tattoo of a rose on her left ankle.

- Oh, uh, cover up her face. - [Dr. Cox] Why?

I think I found her parents.

Why don't you come on in?

Did your daughter have any identifying marks?

She's a good girl.

She had a tattoo on her ankle, a... rose.

Tom, that's just something that all the kids are doing nowadays.

It's like a bracelet or something.

It's a tattoo! Truck drivers get tattoos.

Sailors get tattoos. Whores get ta--

[*]

That's when we knew.

We saw her there, and we knew Lila was dead.

Murdered.

You poor thing.

Do you have children, Caroline?

No.

I do. A girl, three years old, Jessica.

I can't imagine what you must be going through, with a child.

[Kellerman] Yeah, I know. I know that it's Saturday night.

Can you just do this for me?

Well, then, put them on.

- [Jude] Have you found my daughter yet? - [Kellerman] Excuse me?

My daughter, Jessica Silvio. Have you found her yet?

Um, no. No, we haven't.

Okay, what about the car? Have you found the car?

Um, look, I'm sorry. I really don't know.

My daughter's in the back seat of that car.

- How do you not know? - Sergeant Howard?

- What's up? - My wife is dead, that's what's up.

They killed my wife, and they took my baby,

and this idiot doesn't even know what I'm talking about.

Don't you people bother to communicate with each other?

Yes, we do. We've got every available patrol car

looking for your Volvo.

We've issued a state-wide teletype.

Communications is broadcasting a description every half hour.

Everything that can be done is being done.

I want my baby.

She is three years old, and she's out there somewhere,

and I want her back, that's not so complicated, is it?

My daughter here, in my arms, safe.

[Howard] I understand, Mr. Silvio.

Just come with me, and we'll get you a cup of coffee.

[gate squeaking]

[coughing]

Bring 'em out one at a time.

My husband and I met on the water taxi.

[sighs] He was coming home from an Orioles game.

He was drunk,

but he made me laugh,

and I thought he was a gentleman.

If it won't track, go ahead and use the fluoroscope, all right?

Excuse me, can I help you?

I'd like to see my husband.

That's not such a good idea right now.

We're a little busy in here.

I want to see my husband again. Again. Again.

I understand. But, let's...

Let's get you out of here. Let me find someone to take you home.

[Caroline] I just don't understand it.

I just can't get it through my head that he's dead.

[sighs]

- Name? - [man] I'm not gonna tell you.

I already know your name. This is just a formality.

I hate cops.

Just tell me what happened at The Waterfront.

[man] No, my lips are sealed.

Next.

[Kellerman] Hey, Frank, did you do the 24-hour report?

Yes, it's done.

Good, I just wanted to make sure.

You know, Mike, you-- you can laugh at me or criticize me,

but please don't ever, ever con-- condescend to me.

Relax, Frank. I mean, come on, we're in the same boat.

You and I, we have nothing in common.

What are you talking about, huh?

We're both stuck here in the squad room.

We're both pissed off about it. I'd say we have something in common.

But you are accused of a crime.

Not me. You.

So I'm, like, a class below you,

is that what you're saying?

I'm dirty, right, just because I'm accused of being dirty,

and you, you're clean,

because all that happened is your brain

frizzled, and popped.

Huh?

Screw you, Frank.

You know something?

You're not just arrogant, you're vain.

You're like a pretty girl who never wants to show the bad side of her face.

By the way, I-- I never said that you were dirty.

Yeah, well, you never said I wasn't, either.

[dramatic music plays]

[truck back-up beeps]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey. Natalie Silvio's car.

And the baby?

No baby.

[tense music plays]

I wonder if Gee's solved the murder at The Waterfront.

What? I mean, it's bad enough we got a dead guy in our bar.

How's it gonna look if the homicide unit

can't solve a case in their own back yard?

Besides, we're not gonna solve this carjacking thing.

No, Munch. The Volvo's on the way to the lab.

And maybe we'll get lucky, and we'll get a print hit,

or find some hairs, or something.

Maybe we will, but let's go back let's go back to the squad room, and wait there.

No, no, no. Uh-uh.

No, we're going back to the crime scene,

and we're gonna canvass the neighborhood again.

- Excuse me? - Munch.

There's a little baby girl out there someplace.

Now, if she's dead, don't you wanna find her killer?

[sighs heavily] All right, let's call downtown, and tell Kay we need her help.

[police radio chatter]

[Jude] I went home, even though I didn't want to.

I didn't have anywhere else to go.

[answering machine tape clicks]

[Natalie on machine] Hello, Jude, Natalie and Jessica aren't here right now.

Please leave a name and number, and we'll get back to you.

Thanks.

[melancholy rock song plays]

[song lyrics playing]

[rock song builds in intensity]

[song lyrics playing]

[rock song slows down]

[song lyrics playing]

[*]

[*]

- [Bayliss] Hey, Frank? - [Pembleton] Yeah?

Did you keep an eye on my friends, Tom and Edgar?

- A very close eye. - Good.

You know, I tracked down the girl's parents.

- And they don't know what happened. - [Pembleton] Hmm.

Dad wouldn't be surprised if she was Satan's little disciple,

and Mom thinks that she got lost on the way to the prom.

- Where are they? - [Pembleton] Who?

Who? [chuckles]

The morons I asked you to watch.

The crackheads that you said that you had kept a good eye on.

- I let 'em go. - You let them go?

Yeah, I let 'em go.

Why? I'm in the middle of an investigation! They knew something!

- They had information, Frank! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

They saw a man in the alley taking a leak.

Gary, um, uh... Swirn,

a neighborhood sleazeball.

They're afraid of him, with very good reason.

Convicted felon, assault and battery,

attempted rape.

He got out of Jessup last, uh, April.

I also have the address of his aunt,

the woman who raised him from a child,

ah, in a manner of speaking.

Here you go.

- That's what I've been up to. - Yeah, okay. Thanks.

- Thanks. - You're-- You're...

Welcome. You're welcome.

Did they catch the person who killed your daughter?

I appreciate you letting me in this late, Mrs. Swirn.

No problem. Can't sleep anyway.

- This is where Gary stays, huh? - He loves it down here.

- He's really a vampire. - Oh.

Look, I have a search warrant.

So, you don't mind me looking around?

Oh, no. Help yourself.

Maybe you'll find something to put that boy away again,

get him the hell out of my house!

- What's in here? - A storage area, a lot of junk.

There's a light.

[tense music plays]

[clattering noises]

[*]

What about you, Mr. Silvio,

did they find who killed your wife?

No, they did not.

Do me a favor, call the lab, and see if the toxicology report has come in.

- [morgue employee] Mhmm. - Thanks.

Oh, just the two faces I wanted to see

at the end of a long, hard day.

[Lewis] Ah, Chief Cox. You got anything for us?

- Your investigation must be going really well. - What makes you say that?

Because you homicide guys only come back to the ME

when you have nothing else to go on.

That's not true.

Although in this case, it is true.

We found traces of skin under Natalie Silvio's fingernails,

and I sent samples off to the lab.

And? What, that's all you got?

What? You want me to tell you the killer left his name

and address carved in her chest cavity?

- Can you do that? - That's very funny.

- I'm outta here, you guys. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on a second, now. What about the test results?

They'll be back in the morning, and there's somewhere I've gotta be.

- At this hour? - What do you got, some secret coven or something?

Yeah, that's right, Lewis. I'm a witch.

And every Saturday night, we get together,

and we put hexes on people who stand in our way.

They caught the man who murdered Jack.

I saw him at the pre-trial hearing.

He... seemed like a nice man.

[pills rattle]

Ah, thanks.

So, you were drinking?

- Ah, don't remind me. - [Giardello] Then what happened?

Um... all hell broke loose.

- Why? - Saturday night.

That's all you remember?

That-- that's it.

What? What?

Um...

I-- I kind of remember some girl.

- We were dancing. - And?

I think some guy tried to hit on her.

Some guy tried to hit on her? Which guy?

Some jerk.

I-- I don't know.

Damn! I-- I let him have it.

Blam.

[sighs]

I-- I didn't even know the girl.

How exactly did you "blam" him?

With a beer bottle.

Like this?

You mean it was an accident?

Yes.

Does that make your husband's death any less painful?

No.

But you feel better that he's in jail, right?

No, I...

I don't believe you.

If that scumball was dead, like your husband,

you would feel better.

Maybe.

I wish I knew more about the stars,

the names of the constellations.

[Kellerman] Do you believe in telepathy?

I'm not sure. It's a question of belief?

You don't think it's possible that one person

can see what another person's thinking?

- No. - Cigarettes.

- What? - You're thinking about cigarettes.

- No, I'm not. - Yes, you are.

- No, I'm not. - You're not?

- [Pembleton] Nope. - Well, I am.

Is that Orion?

[Kellerman] Maybe.

By the way, Kellerman, uh...

you're okay by me.

[distant sirens]

I'm going in, in the squad room, and answer the phones.

Okay?

[groans]

- [knocking] - Come in.

- Hey, Gee. - Hey.

A guy goes to a local gin mill for a drink,

has a few too many,

a brawl breaks out, does his John Wayne thing,

and when he sobers up, he realises he's a murderer.

- You got the killer. - I got him.

- Will Webster. - [Howard] That's great, Gee.

- Saturday nights. - I gotta ask you something.

How come you wanted to go out so bad, huh?

How come you just didn't let me handle it?

- Remember the Lugo case? - [Howard] Sure.

First time out in more than a decade,

I managed to shoot a man.

- That wasn't your fault, Gee. - Oh, yeah, it was.

- He pulled a gun. - I was too slow. Maybe too old.

So you figured you'd go out on another case,

you succeed, you can forget about the Lugo case?

Did it work?

No.

We all make mistakes. Mistakes in judgment.

Is Will Webster guilty because he made a mistake?

He's responsible, Gee.

And so am I, Kay.

So am I.

[Howard sighs]

I tried to change him.

[sighs]

Stupid, huh?

When I told him not to drink, what's he gonna do?

Drink, that's what.

[laughs wryly]

And then he'd try and pick up other women.

Thank God he wasn't very good at it.

I don't even know if I miss him, really.

[sighs]

That's terrible, isn't it?

I'll go to hell for that.

But you said your husband's death was painful for you.

Yes. I just...

I just don't know why.

The "why" I can't accept is why whoever murdered my wife

is still out there enjoying his life.

I would like to see him fry.

The police will get him, sooner or later.

I don't think so. The police are incompetent.

So you might never get the chance to see them "fry," as you put it.

No.

Then how are you gonna come to terms with all this?

I'm not.

I don't want to come to terms with all this.

I think I'd like to visit the place where Jack was killed.

It's some terrible bar over in Fells Point.

How come Bayliss gets to weasel out of stuff

every time we have real work to do around here?

Because he's probably out closing a case, Munch,

which is what we oughta be doing.

Case? We don't have a case, we have a bad joke.

At least they found the baby, thank God.

Did I tell you I figured out the secret of life?

You know what we're gonna do after we get through with this mess,

we're gonna go back to Federal Hill,

and we're gonna start talking to the neighbors again, that's what we're gonna do.

What I'm about to tell you came to me in a flash.

It was an epiphany, like a cosmic lightning bolt,

like Paul's vision on the road to Damascus.

Are you listening?

Life is basically an ironic experience.

And after we get done canvassing the neighbors,

then we're gonna come back, we're gonna open the case file

on each and every carjacking that happened

in Baltimore County in the past five years,

and then we're gonna put a trace on every suspect.

Let me give you an example.

Say you start out in life trashing the establishment,

calling cops pigs, thumbing your nose at authority.

What is the most ironic thing that could possibly happen to you?

Becoming a cop, right? Well look at me, what am I?

A cop.

The most ironic thing that could happen.

Look!

They even broke the damn jukebox!

"Ironism And Human Emotion," by John Munch.

I think J.P. Sartre's hearing footsteps, don't you?

[Lewis] Munch, could you do me a favor, please?

Could you just, for once in your life, shut the hell up?

God, do I miss Bayliss.

[tense music plays]

- Gary Swirn? - [Gary] Yeah?

Come over here, man, I want to talk to you.

Gary and I, we got a date tonight.

- Who are you? - I'm a friend of Lila Rath.

Baltimore Police. Gonna read you your rights.

[handcuffs clicking]

Comfy?

Hey, Frank! Look what I found.

This would be Gary Swirn?

Oh, yeah. The one and only. Mike, take my gun?

As you surmised, Frank, he was staying with his dear old aunt,

living down in the basement.

His childhood room,

surrounded by mementos of the past,

including... his sled.

His sled for snowy days now gone,

guess what was attached to the sled?

- What? - Rope.

Mhmm, for pulling.

Recently sliced rope.

Rope that, even as we speak, is being analysed by our lab

to see if it matches the rope that strangled Lila Rath.

So, if you gentlemen will excuse me,

Gary and I have some reminiscing to do.

Have fun.

- Speak. - What?

I don't know, say something.

I got nothing to say.

All right, how about, uh, "I'm not guilty."

I'm not guilty.

- Of what? - Killing that girl.

What girl? Whoever said anything about a girl?

You said something about Lila somebody.

No, I never said anything about a girl.

Now, what if that person had been someone's grandmother?

- You spoiled her. - No, I paid attention to her.

Tell me about her.

- [Gary] Who? - The girl.

I don't know nothing about no girl.

"Oh, oh, here, Lila, here's a nice new bedspread."

You know, just because you know Lila,

doesn't mean that you killed her.

Now, maybe I'm wrong,

and maybe you didn't kill her.

Maybe you can help me figure out who did.

Hmm?

I met her at the convenience store.

And did you like her?

She was okay.

Was she sexy?

"Here, Lila, eat my potato. I don't want it."

- She talked big. - [Bayliss] About sex?

Yeah. Huh. She was a tease, right?

"Oh Lila, sweetheart, you look tired.

Let me take out the trash."

That makes me so mad. Doesn't that make you mad?

Girl comes on, she's all...

she's all breasts, and smiles.

Is that spoiling? I ask you, is that spoiling?

And you're thinking, you're thinking, like, uh,

"Wow. Wow, man, tonight, tonight's my lucky night."

And suddenly it's, like, uh, you know,

"Oh, God, don't touch! Don't touch."

And, bam! Bam!

What happened, uh...

he took her back to the room in the basement,

strangled her, raped her,

and dumped her in the alley.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late. Work.

I-- I didn't mean to interrupt. Sorry.

Not at all. This is Julianna Cox.

She's been coming to these sessions since her father was murdered.

- Your father? - Yeah. He, uh...

He was coming back from Towson on 83,

when another car ran him off the road.

[tense music plays]

No one got a license plate number.

They just ran him off the road, and he crashed.

He lingered for a long time, refusing to die,

and then, yeah, one day, his body just shut down.

So they never found out who did it?

No.

Excuse me, Julianna? Have-- have we ever met before?

No, I don't think so. No.

[Caroline] I could have sworn that we met.

Really? I'd-- I'd remember. I don't forget faces, usually.

Is it still hard for you? Do you miss your father?

Oh... [sighs]

Yeah.

Yeah, I mean, I wake up every morning,

and I think he's still alive, yeah.

Caroline here doesn't miss her husband.

[Caroline] That's not what I meant.

- It's what you said. - What did you mean, Caroline?

I was gonna leave him.

I had made up my mind that night.

I was gonna tell him.

I was sick of his drinking, and his womanizing,

and I decided it was time for me to leave.

But he left me first.

[laughs humorlessly]

Bastard.

And I hate him for that!

[sobs]

You shouldn't hate your husband.

You should hate whoever killed him.

You know, pal, I'm tired of you,

you, and your opinions. You've got opinions all day.

I hear you talking about your daughter all night,

making judgements, but never once

did you say you loved her. Not once!

- You shut up! - Tom, please.

- Do you mind if I say something? - [therapist] Not at all.

[sighs]

I'm a doctor of sorts,

and where I work, I see death every day.

I see people reduced to pieces of flesh and bone,

body parts, slabs of meat.

And yet, somehow, I'm able to do my job

without thinking about what's in front of me.

I daydream...

usually about my father.

I remember him in the backyard,

watering his vegetable garden.

And then, suddenly, what I'm doing will come into focus, and...

and I'll realise that this... this dead body in front of me

used to be someone just like my father.

Maybe our brains know what we need to do

in order to survive.

And if we could allow ourselves to understand

that we're not our bodies,

you know, we are not that part of us that dies.

You're the woman from the morgue.

When-- when I went to see Jack.

Yeah.

You were very kind to me.

[sighs]

You know, I think you two are funny.

I-- I'm all alone now. I have no one.

But you, you've lost a child, but you still have your wife.

And you...

your wife is gone, but you still have your child.

There's got to be some kind of peace in that.

There isn't.

He's right. There isn't.

But we try, don't we, honey? We go on.

[sighs]

[Tom] Most nights, we go out for dinner.

We can't stand to be in the house.

It reminds us of Lila.

But, sooner or later, we have to go back,

and then we can't sleep.

You have to feel free to really sleep.

And we're not free.

[somber music plays]

We're trapped by this thing that happened to us,

and it won't let us go.

Trapped.

There's no escape.

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