pulsing, dramatic music
Why do I feel like crying?
She was my fucking pimp.
[Sunday] Who'd want to kill Olga, Julian?
Same people who killed Janet Holmes?
[tires screech]
Do you remember Lisa Beck?
Lisa Beck.
[Julian] Yeah.
She was, you know, young.
A girl I brought in.
A thing happened to her in the bathroom upstairs?
Colin, staring at that photo won't make him magically appear.
[screaming]
[both grunt]
[Captain] Elizabeth Shannonhouse,
found with her neck broken in a motel called The Costello.
This photograph found next to the victim's head.
[Sunday] Do you recognize the man in this photograph?
- No. - This photograph was found
- in a crime scene. - [gasps]
[Panish] I can't call the police because there's a dead woman
in a motel room, and your son was
the last person she was with.
The man in that photograph,
he's-he's a prostitute.
I used him a couple of times.
She said that?
- Uh, hey, dirty - What?
Look at the girl right there
[Lorenzo] Let's do it, baby. Got to party.
Bon voyage.
Uh, a little party time, huh?
Okay.
Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.
Switch ya hips when ya walkin', let down ya hair
Down ya hair
I like the way you do that right thurr, right thurr
Lick your lips when you talkin'
That make me stare
I like the way you look in them jeans...
- Listen to me. - Okay. All right.
- When that woman... - [groans]
- ...breaks your heart... - Mm-hmm.
...and you're lost,
and you don't have one fucking friend in the world,
you come back home.
suspenseful music
somber music
To your new life, Julian Kaye.
Come on, it's not... it's not goodbye.
I'm gonna be around.
I hope she loves you as much as I do.
- [whistling] - [phone rings]
[laughs]
[deep voice] Hello, baby.
I'm here.
God, this is so surreal.
How did it go today?
I don't know. I just, uh...
I just walked right out the door.
He wasn't home, so I kind of...
I don't know, I guess that's...
that's how you change your whole entire life.
You just walk out a door.
[tires screech]
[Julian] One last job.
I'll meet you later. I love you.
[chuckles]
[intercom chirps]
[intercom bell chimes]
[WOMAN] Hello?
Delivery.
- [gate buzzes] - [sighs]
[brakes squeal]
Hi, Janet.
- Hi. - Hi.
"Call Me" by Blondie
Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where you're coming from
- Call me - Call me
On the line, call me
Call me any, anytime
- Call me - Call me
I'll arrive, you can call me any
Day or night, call me
Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough
Emotions come
I don't know why
Cover up love's alibi
- Call me - Call me
My love, call me
Call me any, anytime
- Call me - Call me
I'll arrive, call me
Call me for some overtime
- Call me - Call me
My love, call me
Call me in a sweet design
- Call me - Call me
Call me
For your lover's lover's alibi
Call me
[dance music playing]
- [Lorenzo] I got a theory. Okay? - [Julian] Yeah.
[Lorenzo] Okay, it's this generation, right?
These people, they have no game whatsoever.
There's-there's no romance, no seduction, like us.
You know, that was our shit.
They will be standing next to the baddest chick
in the entire club, and that dumbass is on the phone,
swiping left and right,
trying to hook up with a piece of ass three miles away.
They are not present for the pussy. That's the problem.
They don't even fuck, man. They just rub.
- Oh, boy. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.
- Nah, I'm-I'm... - I got to finish that up.
- All right. - But, hey, hey, Ren.
Business is good, right?
- Amen. -'Cause my clients,
they don't use their fucking phones.
They don't trust them. They trust me.
And they're gonna love you.
- [scoffs] What does that mean? - They are.
You make women feel like they're the eighth
fucking wonder of the world.
- Oh. - You make women blossom.
- [chuckles] - Dude,
I could book you solid if you wanted.
You see that woman over there?
She's been staring at you since you sat down.
- [exhales] - I can get three grand
- for you right now. - [scoffs] Stop.
- Nah. - [Isabelle] What?
This right here? That's, like, two grand.
- Two thousand? - Yes.
- For this guy? - Yes.
- Three. - Three? Okay.
- Fuck-- - Okay, let's go. Let's go.
What do you mean, "Let's go"? What are you doing?
- Don't, don't, don't, don't. - Vegas odds, baby.
[dance music playing]
[speaking indistinctly]
She's fucking out of her mind, man.
Oh, yeah. Oh, she's batshit crazy.
- Mm. - But I tell you what,
- she loves you, though. Yeah. - [exhales]
She's got a fucking weird way of showing it.
She doesn't want to see you in, some, uh,
- shithole apartment. - I love my apartment.
Or sleeping on a dead woman's mattress.
[Isabelle] Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha.
[Lorenzo] Uh-oh, that's the champ.
That's the champ. That's the ch--
- Five grand, motherfucker. - 5K? Come on, motherfucker.
- That's it. - Five grand. [whoops]
That's what I'm talking about.
If you go home with her tonight.
Or she needs a date for an event tomorrow night.
Here's her card.
Seven grand for the whole evening.
Ten if you sleep over.
Well, shit. Ten grand for a sleepover?
I'm fucked-up. I'm-I'm-I'm--
That never stopped you before. Come on.
- [Julian] But-- - Come on, J.
- [Isabelle] Come on. - [Lorenzo] Five grand.
- Yeah? - Mm...
- [Isabelle] Yes. Yes. - Yes.
- Yes.
- Mm. - Come on.
- [grunts] Fuck. - Yes.
- [Lorenzo] There he is. - [Isabelle] Mm-hmm.
Thank you for, uh, "getting me out of the house."
[Lorenzo] No. Come on. J.
- [groans] Fuck. - J!
somber, dramatic music
[engine stops]
[car door closes]
[engine starts]
[Janet] Come on in.
[Julian] Do you want to get a drink, or...?
I think we should just go upstairs.
You coming?
- [both chuckle] - [Julian] Yeah.
Yeah, I'm coming.
[dog panting]
[dog barks]
[dog barks, pants]
[laughs]
[dog barks]
- [tires screech] - [loud thud]
[dog whimpering]
- Wait. Wait, wait, wait. - [tires screeching]
- [whimpering] - [shushing]
[quietly] It's okay. No, it's okay.
- I got you. I got you. - [siren wailing in distance]
[muttering]
[shushing]
I know. I know.
[whimpering continues]
somber music
[Michelle] I have a son.
Colin.
[Colin] This doesn't have to happen.
I know what he fucking does!
This is how it's being handled.
[gasps]
[Colin] If he hurts her, I'll kill him.
[Michelle] N-No. Don't say that.
I will fucking kill him.
[Michelle] You don't have to do this job, you know.
We could just...
we could just leave. You could bail.
[Julian] Hey, I love you.
I love you, too.
Do you recognize the man in this photograph?
No.
[gasps]
[sniffles]
[grunts]
[sniffles]
[Panish] That's not good enough.
I'll call you back.
Any news?
I'll tell you the second I hear.
Is Richard home?
He just left for a meeting.
[sniffling]
At the motel,
when I was cleaning up Colin's things...
...I missed something.
Okay.
[inhales] It was a photo.
Colin had it on him.
And a detective came here
and started asking me a bunch of questions, and...
The thing is, it was a photo of-of John and me,
taken a long time ago.
I know, you told me to get rid of everything.
[stammers] Colin saw me with it and--
Where are you going?
To clean up your mess.
intense music
- [door opens, closes] - [exhales]
[veterinarian] Sir?
The injuries are quite extensive.
There is more that we can do,
but it's going to be complicated and expensive.
I know this is difficult,
but it may be most compassionate to put her down.
No. No.
I don't, I don't think I can make that decision.
[indistinct chatter]
slow, somber music
[Zoe sniffles]
Here's the total, sir.
[whimpers]
[sighs]
[Zoe sniffles]
somber music
[sighs]
[seabird screeching]
[waves crashing in distance]
[doorbell rings]
Wow.
I mean, you've probably heard this before,
- but this house is beautiful. - Thank you.
- You live here alone? - Almost never.
- Have a seat. - Here?
Mm-hmm.
Enjoy.
Wow.
Looks like you like some water with your fruit salad.
Makes me feel like I'm on vacation.
Thank you very much.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
So, you had some questions for me?
Yes. But first,
I'd like to say I'm sorry about Olga.
I know how it feels to lose a family member.
Thank you.
She was an interesting character, your aunt.
What do you mean?
Well, she ran a colorful business.
I tried to stay far away from whatever she was doing.
But she did pass the torch to you.
I run a completely legitimate business.
Olga did not.
No. She ran high-class prostitutes
right out of this house that you now own.
You inherited it from her, yes?
I produce live, adult entertainment.
I'm not a madam, I'm a boss.
But growing up here, you must have seen
some interesting people, some interesting things.
As a homicide detective, I'm sure you have, too.
You know anyone who might have wanted Olga dead?
She piss someone off?
I don't know, maybe, uh,
one of the clients or one of the escorts?
Well, she pissed off a lot of people.
Especially at the end.
The sky's the limit.
But no one specific comes to mind?
Nope.
Where were you the night she was murdered?
Running an event in Beverly Hills.
You got somebody to back that up?
A dozen people can.
That's right, you told me before.
You're a girl who likes a crowd.
Well, thank you so much for your time.
- Pleasure. - If you think of anything,
- please give me a call. - Sure.
atmospheric music
That's fucking amazing water. [laughs]
No doubt about it. I'll show myself out?
Thank you.
[exhales]
[distant seabird screeches]
[distant siren wailing]
[phone beeps]
[dialing]
[line ringing]
[inhales sharply]
[Anne] Hello?
Anne.
- Yes? - Hi. Um, it's...
uh, Julian. Julian Kaye. Uh...
Isabelle, my-my-my friend, she...
she tried to introduce us last night.
Right. Hi.
Hi. Um...
You know, she had mentioned that maybe you were looking
for someone to...
uh, accompany you
to, uh, an event this evening?
[knocking on door]
[sighs]
You know, you look like my dad after Kennedy died.
Thanks a lot for that.
I don't know.
I can't see anything. There's no shape.
- I see a straight line. - Where?
[clears throat]
The queen kills Janet Holmes, the hustler goes away for it.
Hustler gets out of jail, takes his revenge on the queen.
- Mm. - You don't like it.
- I don't like it. - Why?
Because Janet Holmes didn't even know Olga.
Olga didn't know her. There's absolutely no motive.
To set up Julian?
Man, why does all the trouble in the world
land at the feet of Julian Kaye?
[chuckles] Think you missed your calling
as a social worker, Sunday.
- Thanks a lot, Captain. - Call up his mommy,
chat about all that.
You ask me, you've got your perp.
Thanks for nothing. Appreciate it.
somber, contemplative music
[Olga] My name is Olga.
- [Young Julian] Are you serious? - Can you smile for me?
[cop] Hey, show me your hands, buddy.
- Show me your hands! - [overlapping shouting]
[screaming]
Stay away!
[birds chirping]
Michelle?
Michelle.
What's going on out here?
I don't know what I was thinking.
I should've just called the police.
You were trying to protect Colin.
- No. - God forbid
- he did something to that woman. - No.
He didn't have anything to do with this.
dramatic music
How do you know that?
Because I know our son
is not capable of hurting that woman.
I know him too, but he's a human being, Michelle.
Just like you, just like me. He's capable of anything.
Richard, he didn't do this.
[dogs barking in distance]
[wood creaking]
Mrs. Henderson?
[woman] She won't answer, hon.
Knock all you want, but she won't answer.
Who asked you, all right?
Mrs. Henderson, are you in there?
My name is Joan Sunday.
I'm with the LAPD.
I just want to talk to you about your son John.
- [distant thud] - Oh, shit.
Mrs. Henderson!
Stop running!
Slow down!
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Okay. Okay, I'm good.
I'm good. Oh, fuck.
[wind whistling]
You're coming back.
[panting] No need to run.
There's no need to run.
It's like a fucking pizza oven in here.
[SebastiAn's "Love in Motion" playing]
All my senses are on fire
30 feet above the floor
Only want to get you higher
Higher than we've been before
Love in motion
Love in motion...
[Anne] Yeah. I understand that, Josh.
I'm asking if it can change.
Because it's fucking clunky UX, Josh, okay?
[quietly] Give me one sec.
No, fuck that. I'm not doing this right now.
No, no, no. We're putting it to bed.
Yeah. Monday. Bye.
Fucking A. Hi.
- It's, uh, Anne? - Uh, yeah.
Is it, uh, it's Julian,
- yeah? Hi. - Julian. Hi.
- Nice to meet you. Here we go. - Nice to meet you.
Uh, what are you, what are you drinking?
Yeah. Widow Jane Manhattan, on the rocks.
Can we just have, uh, two more? Oh.
- Please... - Wow.
Okay.
Chivalry. It's like seeing a ghost.
- Not dead yet. - Okay. Just bleeding out
- in the street somewhere? - [chuckles]
- Horribly wounded? - There you go.
Um, I'm sorry if I-I... I interrupted you.
- You seemed busy. - Oh, no. Fuck it.
Fuck it. It's just so fucking annoying.
- Sure. - Yeah.
What do you, what do you, what do you do, Anne?
I launched a video dating app last year.
- Kismetic? You know Kismetic? - No.
Okay, uh, it combines swipe technology
with a, with a social feed.
It doesn't fucking matter, okay, man? Right?
I wrangle douchebags for 90 hours a week
on fucking Xanax and sheer fucking will.
It's not glam,
- let's put it that way. - Okay. More...
More like, uh, punk rock, huh?
Punk rock. Punk fucking rock.
Mm. But you know what? Fuck it.
No more work. Blah, blah, fucking work.
Let's leave it in New York, all right?
Okay, so, um...
Okay, work is, uh, work's in New York.
- Yeah. - So-so, so what are we,
what are we doing here?
Tonight is my 20-year high school reunion.
Do-do you, uh, do you usually go to your high school reunions?
Hell no. Dude, do you?
No. No, high school was, uh, it was definitely not my thing.
Me, neither.
So how come, how come you're going to this one?
I got a coach/guru lady in New York, and she told me to go.
Okay. I'm really glad that I can, you know, be of service.
Is-is there, is there someone specifically
that you'd like me to be?
- Of course. - Okay.
You're gonna be Dr. Patrick Cohen, okay?
You're a dermatologist in New York City,
and we met on my app.
- Uh, okay. - You can do it?
I think I... I got it.
- I think. I can do it. - Good.
Jesus Christ.
[sighs]
[dog barking in distance]
Mrs. Henderson.
Mrs. Hen-- Oh, Jesus. Mrs. Henderson, are you okay?
Oh, geez. Oh, I'm sorry I scared you.
[grunts] You're all right. We'll get you inside.
Okay, that water's cool enough, all right?
Get in nice and slow,
and I'll be, uh, right out here when you're done.
[camera clicks]
Holy shit.
[camera clicks]
Wow.
somber music
[pills rattling]
[distant siren wailing]
[phone vibrating]
[exhales]
Panish.
There's a way for you to help Colin,
to clear his name.
- How? - I'll set up an interview
with you and the detectives on the Shannonhouse case.
You'll explain the photograph and identify Julian Kaye.
You'll tell them how he was obsessed with you,
how he saved the photo,
maybe even had it with him at the motel.
You'll tell them how he was violent.
And how when you heard about the girl he killed,
your first thought was, "It could've been me."
- Panish, uh... - Michelle,
I've kept your secret for years.
To protect you, to protect Richard.
You need to do this if we're going to save your son.
Colin fled the scene.
He could've called 911, but he didn't.
I know you don't want to do this,
but if the cops find Colin before we do,
he'll be arrested for murder.
Text me the address.
- [seat belt clicks] - Wait, just wait. Just wait.
Hold on.
[quietly] Oh, my God.
[breathes deeply]
Anne, are you okay?
No. I...
I can't do this, actually. I can't do this.
- Okay. - What is this?
- What? - What are we doing?
What am I-I...
Anne, I can...
I can leave. You don't...
We don't have to do this.
I don't have to come inside with you.
[exhales sharply] These people...
these people don't want to see me.
They don't want to see me.
- Trust me on that. - [shushes] Okay.
I don't want to fucking see me, either.
- Hey, hey, hey. - Okay? I just want to go.
Okay. It's okay.
Hey, yo, just give us one second, okay?
[valet] Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Okay, I don't, I don't, I don't want to overstep here,
but I-I... I don't think you should do anything
that you don't want to do.
[exhales]
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Hey. Hey, let's get...
- Let's get the fuck out of here. - Let's go.
[exhales] Let's get the fuck out of here.
Okay.
I owe you an apology.
It's my fault that John went away for so long.
It is. I made a mistake.
You know, my mom lost a son.
And I'm really sorry that I put you through all of that.
You know, I just came to ask you
how John was before he got arrested.
What was he like?
I didn't see him much.
And why was that?
He hardly ever came home.
He was angry with me.
And why was that?
Because...
[sniffles]
...because I sent him away.
Where?
To a school in Los Angeles.
A lady came and...
took him in a fancy car.
She even paid me.
But...
that's how much potential he had.
[exhales]
Do you remember the name of the woman?
- Olga. - Olga.
somber, atmospheric music
And how old was John when Olga took him away?
[quietly] Oh, my God.
Fifteen.
He had to get out of here.
He had to get away from her.
- [rock music playing] - [billiard balls clatter]
[whoops, clears throat]
Yes. [inhales sharply]
- [exhales] Your turn. - Nah.
What are you talking about?
- Drink it. Drink it. Drink it. - [chuckles]
Two more.
[sniffling]
- Ah... - [chuckles]
[snorting]
Here, do some of that.
[The Cure's "Friday I'm in Love" playing]
[chuckles]
This is what I'm talking about.
[sniffles] I fucking love this song.
Fuck yes.
What are you doing?
Come over here.
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday, too
Oh, Thursday, I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love
Dance with me, man.
Monday, you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love
Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
- But Friday never hesitates - [mutters]
I don't care if Monday's black...
So, this is how it works?
[whispers] This is how it works.
[chuckles]
I can tell you what I want to do,
and you'll do it?
You can ask.
Yeah, motherfuckin', titty-suckin'...
Oh, fuck.
[panting] Oh, my God. Oh, yeah.
Oh. Oh, give it to me.
[moans] I want you to fuck me.
Come here. I want you to fuck me.
[exhales, laughs]
You're on the no-fly list
- No fly - Shit.
Wow.
- Don't cry, baby - [exhales]
Your flight is pulled
Come on. Do it. Fuck me.
- These are the things - [grunts]
You can't control...
[panting]
[grunting]
[moans]
[laughs]
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Harder. Harder.
[panting]
Oh, man.
Oh, man. Oh, fuck.
Shit. Oh, fuck!
[screams]
And I'm sleeping better in a better land
I'm on the no-fly list
No fly
I'm on the no fly-list
On the ground...
[Rachel] Hi.
Hey, it's me.
Is this a bad time?
No, no.
Uh, I'm up.
I stayed home. I-I thought you might call.
I miss him, Rachel.
I mean, this is insane. It's supposed to get easier.
It's... been 15 fucking years.
He was your baby brother.
[scoffs]
I think...
grief's got a mind of its own on this one.
[exhales] Yeah.
I miss you too, Rachel.
I mean, I know I'm not supposed to say stuff like that, but...
[laughs softly] Boundaries.
Boundaries, that's right.
And why do we have those, again?
I can't keep holding on to this idea
that you're just gonna show up at my door someday
and suddenly be the person that I want you to be.
Well, maybe I want that, too.
Who you are
and who you want to be are...
[laughs] completely different things.
Well, people can change.
[quietly] But can you?
[laughs softly]
I'm... I'm sorry about Andrew.
And I know this... day must be so hard for you,
but I got to go, okay?
- Yeah. Okay. - [phone beeps]
Fuck.
[tongue clicks]
[sighs]
[whirring]
[panting]
[treadmill beeps]
[Sunday] Hey. Any updates?
[Paloma] Updates?
Yeah, on when they're gonna fix the televisions.
Oh, yeah, no.
Between you and me, I wouldn't hold your breath.
[quietly] My boss fucking sucks.
[laughs]
Well, thanks for the honest opinion, um...
- Paloma. - Paloma.
- Mm-hmm. - Beautiful.
- Thank you. - My name's Joan.
- Hi, Joan. - Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
So, what do you do besides folding towels all day?
[chuckles] A lot of things.
I act, sing. Bartend.
Wow. Not all at the same time, I hope.
[both chuckle]
What do you do, Joan?
I'm with the LAPD.
- Detective, homicide. - Wow.
Okay.
Impressive.
Well, thank you very much.
I've been on the job over 30 years, you know?
I'm in the middle of a case now
with some really dark shit going on.
It's... it's a Pandora's box type situation.
- Do you have a partner? - No.
I don't. The captain tried it a couple times,
but you know what? I'm cranky,
I'm set in my ways and I like to work alone.
No. I mean,
do you have a partner in life?
[chuckles] Oh.
Um, no, not at the moment.
I'm cranky, I'm set in my ways and I like to work alone.
[laughs] Me, too.
Hmm.
Do you want to maybe grab a drink sometime after my shift?
Yes, I would.
- [tires screech, horns honk] - I had to escape
The city was sticky and cruel
Maybe I should have called you first
But I was dying to get to you
I was dreaming while I drove the long, straight road ahead
Uh-huh, yeah
Could taste your sweet kisses, your arms open wide
This fever for you was just burning me up
Inside
Yeah
I drove all night
To get to you
Is that all right?
I drove all night
- [horn honks] - Jesus!
What the fuck, Anne?
- [tires screech] - Woke you from your sleep
To make love to you
Is that all right?
I drove all night
- [horn honks] - [man shouts]
[exhales]
Fucking shit.
[sighs]
[Anne grunts]
- You okay? - Yeah.
[whispers] I'm okay.
- Come here. - What's going on, Anne?
Come here.
- Oh, Jesus. Come on, stop... - [shushes]
- Come on. Come here. - Anne, just...
Come here, come here, come here.
[sighs] Touch me.
Touch me. Touch me.
- Ah, Jesus... Anne, come here. - Touch me.
- Come here, come here. - What?
Why don't you just... why don't you talk to me, okay?
- Talk to you? - Yeah.
- Yeah. What are you doing? - Come here. Come here.
- What? - Kiss me. Yeah, kiss me.
- Yeah, I'll kiss you. Okay. - Kiss me.
- All right. Ow. - Bite my lip.
[chuckles]
Anne, can you just tell me what's going on and talk to me?
Tell me what's going on. I'm right here.
I don't want to fucking pay for that.
I understand.
Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?
- Christ. Just be careful. - I-I don't want to talk to you.
- All right? - I want you to do
- what I want to do. - I understand.
Which is, I want you to tell me that I'm a piece of shit.
- Why would I say that to you? - I want you to tell me
that I'm a horrible person.
Anne, talk to me. Just try.
What do you want me to say to you?
Tell me anything.
You want me to tell you anything?
- Yeah, tell me. - How about, how about
I fucking killed a person?!
[gasping]
Hey.
- Shit. - I'm still here, Anne.
- [panting] - Okay.
Okay.
No. Oh, shit.
[exhales]
I dated this guy.
Fuck.
I dated this guy in high school.
Tom.
Tom Caruso.
[sniffles]
And one night I convinced him
to go to this college party with me.
And we got blasted.
I drove us home.
I wr...
I wrapped my piece-of-shit car around a fucking tree.
Tom died.
After it happened, you know, everything moved so fast.
My fucking parents, they just got the best lawyers,
and everything... everything just...
went on.
I was never punished.
I know how my fucking life looks.
I know what it looks like, but I don't feel it.
I'm not there.
I'm not, I'm not now, okay?
I'm then. I'm then.
And until someone fucking makes me pay for it,
I am fucking stuck.
I cannot, I cannot escape.
[quietly] I can't fucking escape.
Is that why you're here... Anne?
Is that why you came to that reunion,
t-to pay for it?
[sniffles] Maybe.
Well, I think maybe...
maybe you didn't come all this way to get punished.
You know, maybe...
...maybe you came all this way to face it.
Not too many people do that.
Shit, you...
you crossed a country to face it. I...
I-I don't think that's bad. I...
I think it's brave.
Yeah, I think you're brave.
somber, contemplative music
- [siren wailing] - [phone vibrating]
Michelle.
I'm here at the precinct.
I'm wondering where you are.
dark, atmospheric music
[tongue clicks]
[Panish] You'll explain the photograph
and identify Julian Kaye.
[phone vibrating]
You'll tell them how he was obsessed with you.
You'll tell them how he was violent.
[engine starts]
[phone vibrates]
[dance music playing in distance]
[Anne] Can I ask you something, Julian?
Sure. You can ask me whatever you want.
What?
Huh?
What happened to you?
[laughs]
[sighs] What do you mean?
Ah, come on.
You're a beautiful man,
but you are covered in tells.
You got scars, you got tattoos,
you got pretty words for punishment.
Come on, just tell me.
See, my life, it's not your problem, Anne.
You're paying me.
You know, I... I'm here, I'm here for you. I'll...
To listen, you know, to-to...
to help you and...
to touch you if you want it.
Mostly, you pay me so I leave.
Can I pay you to be honest?
[both chuckle]
- Hmm. - Hmm.
[inhales]
- I can do this. - You can totally do this.
I can do this.
You can totally do this.
- All right. Here we go. - Let's go.
[Anne] Although...
[sighs] I got to, uh...
I got to go this alone.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Yeah, I don't want these people thinking, uh,
that I ever loved anybody after Tom.
'Cause...
'cause I never have, so...
But this is for tonight.
Thank you, and goodbye, Julian.
Goodbye, Anne.
Mm.
- I got this. [sighs] - You got it.
- Okay. - Mm.
[sighs]
hopeful, atmospheric music
[chuckles]
- She been here all night? - Mm-hmm.
Um, this is for the, uh...
for her dog.
[phone dialing]
[line ringing]
[Michelle] [over phone] Hi, this is Michelle.
- Please leave a message. - [beeps]
[sighs]
You have an ETA on your client, Mr. Panish?
Change of plan, fellas.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Stratton can't make it,
but she's authorized me to tell you everything she knows.
[siren wailing in distance]
somber, atmospheric music
[latch clicks, lock buzzes]
- Hi. - Hi.
[sighs] You okay?
[Michelle] Yeah.
Listen.
I'm gonna tell him.
Richard. I'm gonna tell him everything.
Why would you do that?
I can get the best lawyers
and the best specialists and-and experts,
detectives, whatever.
- I know you can. - No. Then we can prove...
- Prove? - ...that you didn't do it.
[whispers] I think now you just got to forget me.
[Michelle] No.
[Julian] You just got to forget about me.
Just do it.
How?
I think you should go now.
[cries] Don't go.
[whispers] I'm gonna walk out.
You're gonna ask yourself if I'm gonna look back,
but I promise you I'm not gonna, okay?
No. I don't believe you.
[cries]
I'm gonna...
[knocks]
[dialogue inaudible]
[crying]
[lock buzzes, latch clicks]
[door closes]