Lifeline (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Norah is Going to Die - full transcript
Norah, now a teenager, finds comfort, and potentially love, living with a group of teens in an abandoned warehouse. But when a confrontation with her foster father leads Norah to dangerous ...
- Previously on "LifeLine."
- I got over two-and-a-half
million in cash
in each of these, man.
Do you care to know the first
thing I want to buy?
It's my freedom, man.
Keisha!
- Where are we going, babe?
- Anywhere you want.
- His street name is Skinny.
If he's smart, he's already
packed his bags and split.
If you shoot him now,
it's murder.
- Hey there, little guy.
- I got a job.
- I'm proud of you.
[gun shots]
Dad!
- We're a traditional family,
Norah.
The man is the head of the
house.
- Were you there that night?
- I don't remember.
- Give her a LifeLine.
Jay, you are the best tech at
LifeLine.
Nathan's not gonna know.
We're gonna do it off
the books, unregistered.
And if she goes red,
only you and I will know.
- My dad bought
this for me?
- Yeah.
One last little shot,
all done.
- I don't want to stay here.
I want to go home.
- I'm sorry.
- You're late.
[plate crashing]
I will not tolerate this kind of
behavior in my house!
- I'll be back to get you,
little guy!
- Norah! Norah!
[computer beeps]
[knocking]
- Dugan Morris?
- Who wants to know?
- I'm Hal James from
Social Services.
You adopted Norah Hazelton
six years ago.
- What has she done now?
- You know, I think it's best if
I just speak with Norah, please.
- That freak ran away
yesterday,
and my home has never been
more peaceful.
Put that in your file.
- Do you have any idea
where she is?
- No clue.
But if you find that ungrateful
little bitch, you can keep her.
I'm done.
- Hey, did you find her?
- She skipped out on her foster
family, so I'm jumping blind.
- Only six minutes left in your
jump window.
Did anyone see you come in?
- I don't think so.
- I put you on the
disabled list.
You won't come up on the jump
schedule while you're gone.
Don't forget she's 17 now,
she's all grown up.
- It's been six years?
Getting closer.
- Conner, you are running
out of time.
[Opening Music]
[rap music]
- This is the worst fake I.D.
I've ever seen.
- Come on, I -- I just need a
place to warm up, it's cold.
Please?
- Don't make me regret it.
- Thank you.
- Go on.
- Whoa, ho, ho.
Oh, you know, there's nothing in
there for you, baby.
The real party's at my place.
- Yeah? Is the music this loud
at your place?
- The music is whatever
you want it to be,
and the beer is free.
For her.
You assholes still gotta bring
your own, right?
What's your name?
- Norah.
- I'm Tom.
Come with us, Norah.
It's all good.
Promise.
- So this is the castle.
- Wow.
- So, uh, Tom's pretty into you.
- Yeah, he's cute.
- Yeah.
We'll see how long it takes
for him to invite you
into his room to try his
secret stash of craft beer.
- His room?
- Yeah, Tom's room.
He's got a little fridge
in there.
- Oh, wow.
Not a lot of privacy, huh?
- Oh, he can turn the music up
if you're loud.
- He's cool.
He's cool, I guess.
- Yeah, he's a total idiot, but,
um, he's way fun.
And personally, I will take fun
over brains anytime.
- I mean, both would be nice.
- Yeah. Good luck with that.
- Hi.
- Oh, God,
speaking of neither.
- You guys wanna come watch me
lie in the street?
Simon says he thinks I'm gonna
flinch at the cars.
- I can't believe that it took
two entire people
to make up just one of you.
- What?
- Oh, my God, leave us alone,
Bleach.
We're talking.
- All right.
But you're gonna miss out.
- His name is Bleach?
- You don't wanna know why.
Oh, shit, Tom's coming
this way,
so I actually am gonna go watch
Bleach get run over --
- Uh-huh.
- and give you two some
privacy.
- Okay.
- Better than a sweaty
nightclub, right?
- Totally, yeah.
Thanks for, um, thanks for
saving me.
- Yeah.
You dig the place?
- Is it always like this?
- Oh, people crash here when
they need to lay low, you know?
No lock on the door,
no judgment.
You want a beer?
- Sure, yeah.
- [indistinct radio chatter]
[siren]
- Goddamn it.
Good morning, Officer.
- License and registration.
Donald Fredericks.
There's a sign posted back
there, Mr. Fredericks.
No right turn on red between
7:00 and 11:00 A.M.
- Damn, I, uh, I didn't even
see it.
- Churn and Burn, that's that,
uh, gym on Birch, right?
- Yeah.
- You work there?
- I own the place.
- No shit.
I'll just be a minute.
[eerie tune]
[gun shots]
[knocking]
Is it Fredericks or Frederick?
- Fredericks with an "S."
- The system says there's no S.
- I've been Fredericks
for a long time.
- Must just be
a data entry typo.
Might want to let
the DMV know.
- Thanks for the heads up.
- I'm gonna let you off with a
warning this time.
- Oh, well, thank you, Officer.
Thank you.
- You know, my, uh, my wife goes
to your gym.
Trying to get down to that
high school size.
- Tell her to ask for me.
I'll give her some complimentary
training myself,
and if she's serious,
she'll be a whole new woman
in six months.
- A whole new woman
would be nice.
- Yeah, that's funny.
Yeah, man, I know.
- Yeah well, you have
a good day.
- You too.
You too, Officer, thank you.
- Huh?
- Yeah.
- So, you flip the sharp side
away from you.
- Okay.
- Always away.
And then you let the
weight of the blade
do the rest of the
work for you.
- All right. So, down --
- Yeah. Yes.
And then turn it and then whip
the handle back in your hand.
- How was that?
- Um, it was pretty good
for a first try.
- All right.
- Good. Good.
Again. Yes.
Whip it.
- Okay.
- Good.
- I'll be better than you
in no time.
- Uh.
- Good morning.
Where are my lovelies off to
today, huh?
- We are going Christmas
shopping.
- Oh, yeah?
Is that so?
What you geting me?
- Mommy, let's go!
- The boss is calling.
- Yeah?
- Come on, sweetie.
- Top of the morning, ladies.
- Come on, sweetie.
- Come on in, Harry.
- Listen, am I being too
sensitive, like, with Keisha?
She doesn't like
me much, right?
- Keisha doesn't like
you at all, man.
Look -- look, Harry.
I'm having an issue with my
I.D., okay?
I got pulled over earlier.
- I mean, why -- why
doesn't she like me?
I mean, I'm very likeable.
- Harry.
- I -- I am always --
- Ha -- Harry -- Harry --
- very nice.
- Harry, my I.D. --
- Did I tell you not to get
pulled over?
How fast were you going?
- I was going slow.
- Okay.
- It was an illegal right
on red.
The officer, he lets me off
with a warning,
but he tells me that I gotta
check with the DMV because
sometimes I'm Fredericks and
sometimes I'm Frederick.
And it's like, hmm,
what the fuck.
- Okay. Yeah, forgery.
It's kind of a tricky business.
You know, sometimes
things aren't
what they're
supposed to be.
- I paid you a small fortune
to take care of this type
of stuff, right?
Social Security, I.D.,
biometrics,
but these little inconsistencies
keep on popping up
because you can't spell
my name the same way
on two different
fucking forms.
- Okay, okay,
just, just -- look.
Look at me.
Stop worrying, all right?
I'll handle this, okay?
[electronic tune]
[slow music]
- Did it hurt to get these?
- A little.
They're the only things no one
can take from me.
Did that hurt?
- Um, I don't -- I don't really
remember.
- So, you ditched your foster
parents.
Are you gonna try to find your
real parents?
- Uh, my mom had a lot of
problems,
and she disappeared
a long time ago.
- What about your dad?
- He's dead.
- Shit.
- Yeah, I should go.
- Hey, we don't have to talk
about it if you don't want to.
- Uh, no, it's fine, but, um,
I should go.
- I'm just asking you questions
'cause I like you.
I wanna know more about you.
- Yeah, there's really not much
to know.
I don't know how my dad died.
I can't remember anything that
happened.
- Like you blacked out?
- Yes, sort of.
I guess.
I don't know.
They said he brought me along on
a drug deal
and tried to get me killed too.
- What an asshole.
- Yeah.
You know what?
It's probably better that I
don't remember.
I just want to move on
and be happy.
- Where you gonna be happy?
- I'll send you a postcard
when I find it.
- Do you want to
be happy here?
Save you a stamp.
- Do you want me to stay?
- Yeah.
That is the coolest goddamn
goldfish tattoo ever.
Yeah, that's my girl.
This is gonna be dope as hell
once it heals up.
- Um, how long do you think it's
gonna hurt for?
- I don't fucking know.
Should we get a tree for
Christmas?
- Hell no.
Christmas was invented by
Victorian cobblers
to increase shoe sales.
No. That -- that's all
a racket.
Now, here's how you stab a
bitch.
I'm gonna need you to walk
slower.
You ready, babe?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh! Oh, sorry, bro.
- It was his idea.
- Yeah. It's best to
move along.
It's good.
I am a fucking ninja.
You want to get somebody got?
I got 'em.
- I've got somebody.
- Yes?
- Are you Dugan?
- That's him.
- Norah.
I told Irene you'd be selling
your ass for drugs.
Looks like I was right.
- Norah, we were so worried.
- Hey, fuck you, lady.
You don't give
a shit about her.
- Your friend has
a nice mouth.
- I want my fish.
- Check the sewers.
I flushed that fish
the day you decided
we weren't good
enough for you.
- Norah, are you okay?
Do you need money?
Do you need --
- Run along before I call the
police.
- I heard about you.
You pick on little kids,
you piece of shit.
- Get out of my house, and take
your little slut with you.
- Oh!
[grunting]
- Get off of him!
Tom!
[grunting]
Oh, no!
Oh, God!
[coughing]
- Okay.
- Yeah, Norah, do it!
- I can't. I can't.
- Come on!
Take him out.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Come on.
- No.
- Oh, no.
- Norah.
- [moaning]
- That was awesome!
You kicked so much ass!
- Leave me alone, Tom.
- No.
He deserved every
second of it.
- I want to be alone, okay?
- Babe, come on.
- Just get away from me!
[somber tune]
Why did you leave me?
[crying]
Oh! Oh, God!
- Norah!
Are you okay?
Are you all right?
- I -- I -- I just --
I just slipped.
I just slipped.
- Okay. Just take a breath.
Take a breath.
It's all right.
- Who -- who are you and what --
how did you know my name?
- Well, okay.
Let's just go inside.
It's really cold.
- No.
I'm not going anywhere until you
tell me who you are
and what you're doing up here.
- My name is Conner Hooks.
I was just up here checking out
the view, and I saw you fall.
And thankfully
I got to you in time.
- No, that's bullshit.
- No, it's not.
- It's bullshit.
- No.
- Because you weren't up here
before,
and I definitely heard
you call my name.
- No, I -- whoa.
- It's almost like you just came
-- came out of nowhere.
- I am not gonna hurt you.
- I'm gonna ask you
one last time.
Who the fuck are you?
- I'm an old friend.
We met six years ago.
- No, we've never met.
- Yes, we have.
You just can't remember.
- So if I'm gonna die, you'll
always come and save me.
- Mm-hmm.
- But I need to actually die
first, right?
I mean, in order for you to come
and save me,
I needed to actually die
tonight,
but then you changed it?
- Yeah.
- So there's a version of me
that fell all the way down,
and she knew what it
felt like to die.
I feel sad for her.
- No, no, no, don't.
Look, it -- I changed it.
You're safe.
- You're gonna make me forget
again, aren't you?
- I have to.
My company spent a lot of money
to pay off the police,
cover up that shootout
and -- and wipe your memory.
No one can know that I gave you
that LifeLine, not even you.
- Look, I want to remember.
- No, you don't.
- Norah. Norah.
Where you been?
I've been going crazy.
I've been looking
everywhere for you.
- I don't know.
I was -- I was drinking up on a
roof and, um,
it was around my
old neighborhood.
I'm not sure after that.
- What does that mean?
- I can't remember.
- All right.
Well, everybody's coming for the
Christmas party,
so I can tell them to fuck
off if you want to.
- No, it's okay.
It's cool, I swear.
- You party too hard.
- Ho, ho, ho!
- Oh, God.
- Merry Christmas, bitches!
- Oh, my God.
Come on, put your back into it.
What's up, buddy?
Did you steal that?
- No. Maybe.
- Yes.
- It's a Christmas miracle.
- Give me a beer.
- Oh, what's up, what's up?
- What did I tell you guys about
calling me that? Swear to God.
- Should've gotten a tattoo
that says that.
- Tom?
- What?
- I thought we weren't getting
each other gifts.
- Yeah. No, we didn't.
That came for you yesterday.
- Get you some, man.
- Try and get it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- It looks like one of those
prepaid phones that,
uh, drug dealers use.
- Norah, I'm gonna pour
you one, all right?
- Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I'll be there in one
second.
- What did I tell you guys about
calling me that? Swear to God.
- You should have gotten the
tattoo.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
[phone ringing]
Who is this?
- My name is Jack.
I have your memories, Norah.
Would you like them back?
- Ew.
You know, when you asked me to
go on a secret mission with you,
this wasn't quite
what I had in mind.
- Okay.
One minute to go.
- One minute to what?
- I have no idea.
Jack just said to meet here at
this exact time.
- You do realize that all we're
about to see is this Jack guy
strutting through the alley
and flash us, right?
- It's not like that, okay?
He knows things about me.
Things nobody could know.
- Exactly, because he's a
stalker.
Seems pretty sketch to me.
- Yeah.
That's why I brought you.
- I mean, if he does flash us,
that can pretty --
- Okay.
Okay, get ready.
Three, two, one.
- Did you just see that?
- Did you?
- Yeah.
- Good.
- Wait, no, no!
What are you doing?
- Let -- let go!
[phone ringing]
- You have to be faster than
that, Norah.
He who hesitates is lost.
- Where did he go?
- It doesn't matter, that's just
the first step.
A little something to show you
what we're dealing with.
You ready to take the next step?
- I'm ready.
- Next on "LifeLine."
- You've been chasing this ghost
for six years.
Maybe it's time to let it go.
- These are not the type of guys
you want to mess with.
- This doesn't have to end
badly.
- It's not possible because I
don't allow it.
- It's not a lie.
- You picked the person to rob,
little girl.
- How do I know you're telling
the truth?
- I don't need your fucking
advice.
- I got over two-and-a-half
million in cash
in each of these, man.
Do you care to know the first
thing I want to buy?
It's my freedom, man.
Keisha!
- Where are we going, babe?
- Anywhere you want.
- His street name is Skinny.
If he's smart, he's already
packed his bags and split.
If you shoot him now,
it's murder.
- Hey there, little guy.
- I got a job.
- I'm proud of you.
[gun shots]
Dad!
- We're a traditional family,
Norah.
The man is the head of the
house.
- Were you there that night?
- I don't remember.
- Give her a LifeLine.
Jay, you are the best tech at
LifeLine.
Nathan's not gonna know.
We're gonna do it off
the books, unregistered.
And if she goes red,
only you and I will know.
- My dad bought
this for me?
- Yeah.
One last little shot,
all done.
- I don't want to stay here.
I want to go home.
- I'm sorry.
- You're late.
[plate crashing]
I will not tolerate this kind of
behavior in my house!
- I'll be back to get you,
little guy!
- Norah! Norah!
[computer beeps]
[knocking]
- Dugan Morris?
- Who wants to know?
- I'm Hal James from
Social Services.
You adopted Norah Hazelton
six years ago.
- What has she done now?
- You know, I think it's best if
I just speak with Norah, please.
- That freak ran away
yesterday,
and my home has never been
more peaceful.
Put that in your file.
- Do you have any idea
where she is?
- No clue.
But if you find that ungrateful
little bitch, you can keep her.
I'm done.
- Hey, did you find her?
- She skipped out on her foster
family, so I'm jumping blind.
- Only six minutes left in your
jump window.
Did anyone see you come in?
- I don't think so.
- I put you on the
disabled list.
You won't come up on the jump
schedule while you're gone.
Don't forget she's 17 now,
she's all grown up.
- It's been six years?
Getting closer.
- Conner, you are running
out of time.
[Opening Music]
[rap music]
- This is the worst fake I.D.
I've ever seen.
- Come on, I -- I just need a
place to warm up, it's cold.
Please?
- Don't make me regret it.
- Thank you.
- Go on.
- Whoa, ho, ho.
Oh, you know, there's nothing in
there for you, baby.
The real party's at my place.
- Yeah? Is the music this loud
at your place?
- The music is whatever
you want it to be,
and the beer is free.
For her.
You assholes still gotta bring
your own, right?
What's your name?
- Norah.
- I'm Tom.
Come with us, Norah.
It's all good.
Promise.
- So this is the castle.
- Wow.
- So, uh, Tom's pretty into you.
- Yeah, he's cute.
- Yeah.
We'll see how long it takes
for him to invite you
into his room to try his
secret stash of craft beer.
- His room?
- Yeah, Tom's room.
He's got a little fridge
in there.
- Oh, wow.
Not a lot of privacy, huh?
- Oh, he can turn the music up
if you're loud.
- He's cool.
He's cool, I guess.
- Yeah, he's a total idiot, but,
um, he's way fun.
And personally, I will take fun
over brains anytime.
- I mean, both would be nice.
- Yeah. Good luck with that.
- Hi.
- Oh, God,
speaking of neither.
- You guys wanna come watch me
lie in the street?
Simon says he thinks I'm gonna
flinch at the cars.
- I can't believe that it took
two entire people
to make up just one of you.
- What?
- Oh, my God, leave us alone,
Bleach.
We're talking.
- All right.
But you're gonna miss out.
- His name is Bleach?
- You don't wanna know why.
Oh, shit, Tom's coming
this way,
so I actually am gonna go watch
Bleach get run over --
- Uh-huh.
- and give you two some
privacy.
- Okay.
- Better than a sweaty
nightclub, right?
- Totally, yeah.
Thanks for, um, thanks for
saving me.
- Yeah.
You dig the place?
- Is it always like this?
- Oh, people crash here when
they need to lay low, you know?
No lock on the door,
no judgment.
You want a beer?
- Sure, yeah.
- [indistinct radio chatter]
[siren]
- Goddamn it.
Good morning, Officer.
- License and registration.
Donald Fredericks.
There's a sign posted back
there, Mr. Fredericks.
No right turn on red between
7:00 and 11:00 A.M.
- Damn, I, uh, I didn't even
see it.
- Churn and Burn, that's that,
uh, gym on Birch, right?
- Yeah.
- You work there?
- I own the place.
- No shit.
I'll just be a minute.
[eerie tune]
[gun shots]
[knocking]
Is it Fredericks or Frederick?
- Fredericks with an "S."
- The system says there's no S.
- I've been Fredericks
for a long time.
- Must just be
a data entry typo.
Might want to let
the DMV know.
- Thanks for the heads up.
- I'm gonna let you off with a
warning this time.
- Oh, well, thank you, Officer.
Thank you.
- You know, my, uh, my wife goes
to your gym.
Trying to get down to that
high school size.
- Tell her to ask for me.
I'll give her some complimentary
training myself,
and if she's serious,
she'll be a whole new woman
in six months.
- A whole new woman
would be nice.
- Yeah, that's funny.
Yeah, man, I know.
- Yeah well, you have
a good day.
- You too.
You too, Officer, thank you.
- Huh?
- Yeah.
- So, you flip the sharp side
away from you.
- Okay.
- Always away.
And then you let the
weight of the blade
do the rest of the
work for you.
- All right. So, down --
- Yeah. Yes.
And then turn it and then whip
the handle back in your hand.
- How was that?
- Um, it was pretty good
for a first try.
- All right.
- Good. Good.
Again. Yes.
Whip it.
- Okay.
- Good.
- I'll be better than you
in no time.
- Uh.
- Good morning.
Where are my lovelies off to
today, huh?
- We are going Christmas
shopping.
- Oh, yeah?
Is that so?
What you geting me?
- Mommy, let's go!
- The boss is calling.
- Yeah?
- Come on, sweetie.
- Top of the morning, ladies.
- Come on, sweetie.
- Come on in, Harry.
- Listen, am I being too
sensitive, like, with Keisha?
She doesn't like
me much, right?
- Keisha doesn't like
you at all, man.
Look -- look, Harry.
I'm having an issue with my
I.D., okay?
I got pulled over earlier.
- I mean, why -- why
doesn't she like me?
I mean, I'm very likeable.
- Harry.
- I -- I am always --
- Ha -- Harry -- Harry --
- very nice.
- Harry, my I.D. --
- Did I tell you not to get
pulled over?
How fast were you going?
- I was going slow.
- Okay.
- It was an illegal right
on red.
The officer, he lets me off
with a warning,
but he tells me that I gotta
check with the DMV because
sometimes I'm Fredericks and
sometimes I'm Frederick.
And it's like, hmm,
what the fuck.
- Okay. Yeah, forgery.
It's kind of a tricky business.
You know, sometimes
things aren't
what they're
supposed to be.
- I paid you a small fortune
to take care of this type
of stuff, right?
Social Security, I.D.,
biometrics,
but these little inconsistencies
keep on popping up
because you can't spell
my name the same way
on two different
fucking forms.
- Okay, okay,
just, just -- look.
Look at me.
Stop worrying, all right?
I'll handle this, okay?
[electronic tune]
[slow music]
- Did it hurt to get these?
- A little.
They're the only things no one
can take from me.
Did that hurt?
- Um, I don't -- I don't really
remember.
- So, you ditched your foster
parents.
Are you gonna try to find your
real parents?
- Uh, my mom had a lot of
problems,
and she disappeared
a long time ago.
- What about your dad?
- He's dead.
- Shit.
- Yeah, I should go.
- Hey, we don't have to talk
about it if you don't want to.
- Uh, no, it's fine, but, um,
I should go.
- I'm just asking you questions
'cause I like you.
I wanna know more about you.
- Yeah, there's really not much
to know.
I don't know how my dad died.
I can't remember anything that
happened.
- Like you blacked out?
- Yes, sort of.
I guess.
I don't know.
They said he brought me along on
a drug deal
and tried to get me killed too.
- What an asshole.
- Yeah.
You know what?
It's probably better that I
don't remember.
I just want to move on
and be happy.
- Where you gonna be happy?
- I'll send you a postcard
when I find it.
- Do you want to
be happy here?
Save you a stamp.
- Do you want me to stay?
- Yeah.
That is the coolest goddamn
goldfish tattoo ever.
Yeah, that's my girl.
This is gonna be dope as hell
once it heals up.
- Um, how long do you think it's
gonna hurt for?
- I don't fucking know.
Should we get a tree for
Christmas?
- Hell no.
Christmas was invented by
Victorian cobblers
to increase shoe sales.
No. That -- that's all
a racket.
Now, here's how you stab a
bitch.
I'm gonna need you to walk
slower.
You ready, babe?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh! Oh, sorry, bro.
- It was his idea.
- Yeah. It's best to
move along.
It's good.
I am a fucking ninja.
You want to get somebody got?
I got 'em.
- I've got somebody.
- Yes?
- Are you Dugan?
- That's him.
- Norah.
I told Irene you'd be selling
your ass for drugs.
Looks like I was right.
- Norah, we were so worried.
- Hey, fuck you, lady.
You don't give
a shit about her.
- Your friend has
a nice mouth.
- I want my fish.
- Check the sewers.
I flushed that fish
the day you decided
we weren't good
enough for you.
- Norah, are you okay?
Do you need money?
Do you need --
- Run along before I call the
police.
- I heard about you.
You pick on little kids,
you piece of shit.
- Get out of my house, and take
your little slut with you.
- Oh!
[grunting]
- Get off of him!
Tom!
[grunting]
Oh, no!
Oh, God!
[coughing]
- Okay.
- Yeah, Norah, do it!
- I can't. I can't.
- Come on!
Take him out.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Come on.
- No.
- Oh, no.
- Norah.
- [moaning]
- That was awesome!
You kicked so much ass!
- Leave me alone, Tom.
- No.
He deserved every
second of it.
- I want to be alone, okay?
- Babe, come on.
- Just get away from me!
[somber tune]
Why did you leave me?
[crying]
Oh! Oh, God!
- Norah!
Are you okay?
Are you all right?
- I -- I -- I just --
I just slipped.
I just slipped.
- Okay. Just take a breath.
Take a breath.
It's all right.
- Who -- who are you and what --
how did you know my name?
- Well, okay.
Let's just go inside.
It's really cold.
- No.
I'm not going anywhere until you
tell me who you are
and what you're doing up here.
- My name is Conner Hooks.
I was just up here checking out
the view, and I saw you fall.
And thankfully
I got to you in time.
- No, that's bullshit.
- No, it's not.
- It's bullshit.
- No.
- Because you weren't up here
before,
and I definitely heard
you call my name.
- No, I -- whoa.
- It's almost like you just came
-- came out of nowhere.
- I am not gonna hurt you.
- I'm gonna ask you
one last time.
Who the fuck are you?
- I'm an old friend.
We met six years ago.
- No, we've never met.
- Yes, we have.
You just can't remember.
- So if I'm gonna die, you'll
always come and save me.
- Mm-hmm.
- But I need to actually die
first, right?
I mean, in order for you to come
and save me,
I needed to actually die
tonight,
but then you changed it?
- Yeah.
- So there's a version of me
that fell all the way down,
and she knew what it
felt like to die.
I feel sad for her.
- No, no, no, don't.
Look, it -- I changed it.
You're safe.
- You're gonna make me forget
again, aren't you?
- I have to.
My company spent a lot of money
to pay off the police,
cover up that shootout
and -- and wipe your memory.
No one can know that I gave you
that LifeLine, not even you.
- Look, I want to remember.
- No, you don't.
- Norah. Norah.
Where you been?
I've been going crazy.
I've been looking
everywhere for you.
- I don't know.
I was -- I was drinking up on a
roof and, um,
it was around my
old neighborhood.
I'm not sure after that.
- What does that mean?
- I can't remember.
- All right.
Well, everybody's coming for the
Christmas party,
so I can tell them to fuck
off if you want to.
- No, it's okay.
It's cool, I swear.
- You party too hard.
- Ho, ho, ho!
- Oh, God.
- Merry Christmas, bitches!
- Oh, my God.
Come on, put your back into it.
What's up, buddy?
Did you steal that?
- No. Maybe.
- Yes.
- It's a Christmas miracle.
- Give me a beer.
- Oh, what's up, what's up?
- What did I tell you guys about
calling me that? Swear to God.
- Should've gotten a tattoo
that says that.
- Tom?
- What?
- I thought we weren't getting
each other gifts.
- Yeah. No, we didn't.
That came for you yesterday.
- Get you some, man.
- Try and get it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- It looks like one of those
prepaid phones that,
uh, drug dealers use.
- Norah, I'm gonna pour
you one, all right?
- Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I'll be there in one
second.
- What did I tell you guys about
calling me that? Swear to God.
- You should have gotten the
tattoo.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
[phone ringing]
Who is this?
- My name is Jack.
I have your memories, Norah.
Would you like them back?
- Ew.
You know, when you asked me to
go on a secret mission with you,
this wasn't quite
what I had in mind.
- Okay.
One minute to go.
- One minute to what?
- I have no idea.
Jack just said to meet here at
this exact time.
- You do realize that all we're
about to see is this Jack guy
strutting through the alley
and flash us, right?
- It's not like that, okay?
He knows things about me.
Things nobody could know.
- Exactly, because he's a
stalker.
Seems pretty sketch to me.
- Yeah.
That's why I brought you.
- I mean, if he does flash us,
that can pretty --
- Okay.
Okay, get ready.
Three, two, one.
- Did you just see that?
- Did you?
- Yeah.
- Good.
- Wait, no, no!
What are you doing?
- Let -- let go!
[phone ringing]
- You have to be faster than
that, Norah.
He who hesitates is lost.
- Where did he go?
- It doesn't matter, that's just
the first step.
A little something to show you
what we're dealing with.
You ready to take the next step?
- I'm ready.
- Next on "LifeLine."
- You've been chasing this ghost
for six years.
Maybe it's time to let it go.
- These are not the type of guys
you want to mess with.
- This doesn't have to end
badly.
- It's not possible because I
don't allow it.
- It's not a lie.
- You picked the person to rob,
little girl.
- How do I know you're telling
the truth?
- I don't need your fucking
advice.