Southland (2009–2013): Season 5, Episode 5 - Off Duty - full transcript

♪ Southland 5x05 ♪
Off Duty
Original Air Date on March 13, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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You sons of bitches!

Every one of you deserves
what's coming!

I'm gonna kill
every last one of you!

There's a common saying
among L.A.P.D. officers.

"Leave the job in the locker
with your uniform."

It's easier said than done.

We get this 415.

A young girl, 10 maybe...
Claiming child abuse.



We roll up. She's crying.

She got this haircut
like Sinéad O'Connor.

It's all...messed up
and choppy.

Anyway, her parents did it
when she was asleep,

and she wants them
arrested.

Right?

So, they come out,
and they say they did it

because they didn't want her
to be so vain.

If they ugly her up,
she'll be more interesting

and that being an outcast
builds character.

Beachwood Canyon?
Silver Lake.

Ah. Close enough.

God.
Idiots.

What did you do?



I told them
they had to get rid

of whatever
child-rearing bullshit

that they were reading...

...and use
some common goddamn sense.

Oh. I miss it.

I...

Morons most of all.
Hmm.

Another one?

No. I, uh --
I got to get home.

Aw, come on, you pussy.

One more. Come on.
No, I wish I could.

All right, all right.

Hey, uh...Do you want to catch
the Laker game on Sunday?

I got two tickets.

I...
might have something.

Um, let me check.
I'll get back to you.

All right. Or we could
just grab a beer, you know?

All right.
I'll get back to you.

All right.

Ooh-whee.
That was good.

Is that
what I think it is?

Think it's a gun?

Why would you bring that...
to dinner?

Well,
what if somebody comes in

and starts shooting up
the place?

I've never been
in a restaurant

where someone's
shot up the place.

It happens all the time.
Thank you.

And if it happened
and I wasn't prepared,

I'd never forgive myself.

My hero.
Thank you.

Though they say
you're not supposed to

bring your work
home with you.

Please,
like you're one to talk.

I've seen you at the kitchen
table grading papers,

making those, uh --
those little --

what do you call
those little things?

Candy dreidels.
Candy dreidels.

I've seen you making those
candy dreidels.

I-I just -- I'd really
hate to be in a situation

where I needed a candy dreidel
and I didn't have one.

All right. Okay. You made
your point, all right?

Sherman.

Drew! Hey!
What's up, man?

How you doing? Uh...

Uh, this is my, uh --
my girlfriend, Brooke.

Uh, this is Drew.
Hello.

We used to know each other
back in the day.

How you been, man?

Good. Good.
Um...What you been up to?

You know, this and that.
I see, uh, business is good?

Yeah, you know, with all
the dispensaries popping up,

I had to, uh, diversify a bit,
but I'm cool.

Check it out.

If you need anything, uh,
just give me a call, all right?

Yeah. Yeah, you got it.
All right. See you later.

Yeah,
take care of yourself.

That dude used to sell
me and my friends weed

in high school.

Really?
Yeah. Yeah, I got that.

So..."Girlfriend"?

- No.
- Come on, Sammy!

Can't be around any of that.
Just do your thing.

Play with us, Mr. bodyguard.
I'll wait out here.

No, no, no.
Stay!

Let me know when you're done.
Please, Mr. bodyguard?

Very cute.

Wait here!

You sons of bitches!

Every one of you deserves
what's coming!

You want some of this?!

I will deliver you!

Try it!

I'll gun you down!

Stop it! Shut up!

Let go of me!
Shut up!

Shut your mouth!

You want some of this?!

Aah!

out of here!

I am so sorry.

I finally find a babysitter
I like, and she gets strep.

Ah, it happens.

You getting out of town,
huh?

Yeah,
I'm flying to Arizona tonight.

I'll be back in the morning.
Have an execution to go to.

Oh, boy.

It's a long story.

One that you're gonna share
with me, I'm sure.

Oh, yeah, of course,
but thank you guys so much

for taking care
of Christopher for me.

Oh, please.
You're doing me a favor.

Every 18 months, Angela talks
about having another kid.

No better birth control than
having a screaming baby around.

What's up, buddy?
I'm talking about you.

Bryant.

Oh, sorry.

You should take the day,
get some rest.

I'm fine.
Sammy.

Oh, no.
I-I need my days for Nate.

I'm good.

Oh, there he is!

Whoo! Hey, hey!

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Oh, all right,
"L.A.P.D. Officer Sammy Bryant

"rushed into harm's way,
tackling the gunman

"and protecting the pop singer

from the would-be assassin's
bullet."

She was three blocks away,
okay?

It had nothing to do
with her.

Uh-huh. This one says
you're banging her, though.

Oh, yeah,
I'm banging Nia, right?

I never even met her
till last night.

Okay, very funny.

Very, very good.

Go ahead.
Oh, yeah.

Hey, we got more
where that came from, Bryant.

Yo, Sherman.
You better watch out, man.

They gonna want to throw him
on that poster.

All right. All right.
That's enough.

What the hell is that?

This? It's kale, baby.
This is nature's scrub brush.

What?
You and Joan still doing that cleanse?

Of course
I'm doing the cleanse.

"The cleanse"? Yeah.
What? Are you whipped?

Whipped? Dude, I am
a high-performance machine.

I need clean fuel
to pump these pistons, baby!

"High-performance machine."

How do pastrami sandwiches
fit into all that?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, we speak not about the
pastrami sandwiches, brethren.

Don't you ever
just do something...

...Because your wife
wants you to do it?

Aw, hell to the yeah. I don't
tie my shoes without her say-so.

- Well, there you go.
- Grown men terrified.

You don't have the right
to have an opinion

till you're sporting
a ball and chain, my brother.

Oh, yeah? You know what?
My cactus garden is just fine.

I got no complaints,
no demands.

"Cactus garden."

Did you say "cock-tus" garden?

"Cactus garden."
It's quite prickly!

That sounds really good.

How are they in bed?
The "cock-tus."

Any available unit,

we have a 415, female,
at 7812 South McCadden.

Hey, hey, hey.
It's their boat.

Just let the professionals
handle this.

Oh, God, here we go.

You love it.
You're eating it up.

Just doing my job, guys.
That's all.

He learned to write
in prison,

so he wrote me
after a few years

and told me
that I changed his path

and wanted
to thank me.

You do not get that
every day.

No, you don't.
Corresponded a bit.

I guess he feels --
I don't know -- close to me.

What did he do?

Junkie. Strung-out.

Breaking into people's homes
to steal small stuff

to support his habit.

This was in Arizona.
Killed a couple in bed.

Then he moved on
to nice and remote campsites.

Usually two people
by themselves.

Then he'd rob them
for whatever cash they had.

And then
he'd kill them?

Yeah. Been on death row
for like 15 years.

I don't know what to do.

Ma'am?
Oh, my God.

Ma'am, are you okay?

Are you Gina's son?

No, I'm a police officer,
ma'am.

One of your neighbors
said

you've been out here crying
all morning.

Is there someone we can call
to help you out?

Uh...

Are you Gina's son?

No, ma'am.

Ohh. Oh.

Where's --
where's Arthur?

Who's Arthur, ma'am?

He's my husband!
I can't find him anywhere!

I looked.
I don't know where he --

When was the last time
you saw Arthur, ma'am?

Uh...saw him?

Uh...

This morning.

Coop.

I don't know.

I got an aunt
who has Alzheimer's, okay?

She goes through this
all the time.

She can't find out
where her husband is

because he's been dead
for 30 years.

We should call M.E.U.,
have them take care of her.

Ma'am.

Do you have a robe
or something upstairs?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. I'm gonna go get
something for you, okay?

Mm.
Okay.

Thank you.

A57 -- request a supervisor
in my location.

I got a D.B.

Roll out the detectives...
And M.E.U.

So...the last time that saw
Arthur was this morning?

He went to get milk.

Do you have any recollection
of an intruder in the house?

Who are you?

I'm John Cooper.

I'm with the Los Angeles
police department.

Well, if you have any questions,
you can ask Arthur.

He deals
with those sorts of things.

Yes, but do you remember
a stranger in the house?

Maybe...an altercation?

Ah.

There was a man in my bathroom,
and I hit him with a hammer.

You don't know
who the man was?

I don't care.
There was a stranger in my home.

So I hit him
with a hammer.

Is it wrong
that while we're here

updating homicide books,
I'm praying we catch a case?

Yes, it is.

And I'm doing
the exact same thing.

Hey, Lydia,
check it out.

That was yours, right?

Yeah.
Some of us are meeting at the Ten Ring

to celebrate tonight.

You should come down.
Be our guest of honor.

One of the campers he killed
was an off-duty cop,

which accounts
for all the enthusiasm

from genius over there.

It bother you
he's celebrating?

Oh, they do
whatever they want to do.

Just -- I don't know.
It doesn't sit right with me.

You're not enthusiastic
about getting a serial killer?

I don't think we should be
dancing on his grave.

Shouldn't be holding
his hand, either.

I'm not. Trust me.

I'm working him, okay?
I think he has bodies on him.

A couple campers that went
missing outside of Phoenix.

What are the cops there saying?
They stopped looking.

Case went cold,
but...I think it was him.

And after tonight,
we'll never know,

so I've been gaining
his trust

with the letters
and everything,

and...best way
to get a confession is to...

Make them think
they're your best friend, yeah.

Detectives?
Mm.

I got a lady here
that wants to confess a crime.

When did you get
your guard card?

A while back.
I never really take jobs.

But now with Tammy
and the whole custody battle,

all the extra expenses --
let me ask you something.

They always set you up
guarding celebrities?

Not always.
Those jobs do pay the best.

It's a pretty good gig.
Yeah.

Till some wacko decides
to shoot up the neighborhood.

Aw, come on.

Don't tell me
you didn't love every minute

playing badass
for those cameras.

What's the matter, Sherman?
Am I crowding your spotlight?

Huh?

Please. Please.

Honestly, take it.
It's a relief

not having all that...you know,
that focus, that weight.

What focus?

What focus?

You know, with the, uh --
with the poster and everything.

Oh, yeah, you're really living
under the microscope.

Screw you.

Hey. Hey.
Up ahead. 2:00.

Hand-to-hand.
Let's hit it. Let's play.

We lost one.

Okay.
Let's go. Let's go.

Hey, man.
Talk to you for a minute?

Hey. Hey, no!

Aw, shit.

Out of the way,
man!

Stay down, dipshit!

Did you hear me?
You better --

Hey, you mind
telling your friends

to stay out of our way?

I was at a park
at 1st and Toluca.

And I was...waiting
outside the men's room,

and I saw this small man
go inside.

And he was bald.

And he was strong
like a jockey.

And I followed him inside,
and...

This is very difficult.

Take your time.

Well...

I raped him --
up the asshole.

You raped -- raped him?
Uh...

Okay, I'm -- I'm -- when --
when you say "rape,"

what exactly do --
Oh. Here.

With this.

Oh. Permission to leave.
That's you, yo.

And your dildo --
that's your thing.

I'm sorry!

What the Moco?

What the hell
did you do now, huh?

Okay, whoa, whoa.
Hey! Whoa, whoa.

No, no,
he's my brother!

- Was he dealing? Huh?
- God

I asked him to come fix my sink,
and he does this shit!

Okay, all right.

I guess I got all the good genes
in this family

'cause he's
half retarded!

Calm down. We got to take him
to the station, okay?

Nah! He has my keys.

I got to be at work
in like 20 minutes.

All right.
Uh...here, look.

I can let you in, but, um...
Okay.

...they're gonna have to go back
on him, okay?

They're evidence now.
Yeah.

All right?
Show me where you live.

Hey, I'm gonna go
check this out.

Cris is such a moron.

I tell him there's junkies
in front of my building.

And instead of seeing that
as a complaint,

he sees that
as a business tip.

Yeah, well,
I can leave my business card

in case you need us to scatter
the addicts or anything.

Yeah, thanks.

So, you, uh --
you paint, huh?

Uh...Yeah, actually.
Well, I take a class at L.A.S.C.

Oh.
I like your place.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

What's your guess
on the body?

Oh, the way
it was decomposed,

I put the over-under
at...nine months.

But I am definitely taking
the over.

How do you live
with that smell?

How are you dead for nine months
and nobody notices?

They were getting
all their groceries delivered,

probably hadn't left
in years.

Don't you have
friends, relatives...

I mean, people who would notice
if you weren't around?

Some people are like that,
I guess.

Keep to themselves.
Got no kids, no nothing.

Just a cactus garden.

All right.

Don't worry.
I'll check on you, brother.

Thank you.

A57,
in pursuit of a 211 suspect

headed east
on 7th and Sutter.

Requesting backup
and an airship.

A57 -- show us backing.

Aw, shit. This bitch thinks
he can drive, huh?

You got an open mike,
Dewey.

It's an automatic beatdown
when we catch this bastard!

Dewey,
you got an open mike.

I'm all over this bitch
like a fat kid on a cupcake.

This bitch is gonna need
an R.A. Unit.

I am beating his ass!

We got him.
We got him. We got him.

We got him. We got him.
Get ready to cut him off, okay?

Cut him off.
Cut him off. Cut him off.

He's jumping.

Stick with the Boot.

Right. You, with me.

I am on your ass!

Dewey,
I'm right behind you.

Dewey!

A57 -- officer down!

Roll an R.A. Unit!
Fresno Street bridge!

Dewey! Dewey!

Hey, man.

Okay, come on. Come on.

Stick with me, brother.
Stay with me, buddy.

She must have left
her tinfoil hat at home.

Ah, here we go.

Colorado has a bunch
of bogus reports by her.

You guys get a visit
from Melanie?

Oh, you know it.
Yeah.

Sure.

She tell you
about Clinton?

She is a winner.

Chicken dinner.

Do you have anything real
for us?

Sorry.

Want to get some lunch?
Philippe's?

Philippe's?

Philippe's.

It's a Spanish word.
Philippe's.

It is not Philippe's.
It is not a Spanish word.

It's an American word?
Philippe's?

It starts with a P-h,
not an "F."

P-h -- it's Philippe's.

Hey, Captain.

Bryant, let me see you
in my office.

Go get your attaboy,
supercop.

Have a seat.

I hate
to tell you this,

but this thing
with your wife,

your ex, whatever,
is not gonna go away.

The investigation's being
turned over to the I.A.

What are they saying?

Sammy, you know
I can't say anything.

But she's got medical records.
She was pretty banged up.

She was attacking me, okay?
I-I threw her off.

Either way...
You should probably get a rep.

They're gonna question you,
Sammy.

Sherman, too,
I'd imagine.

I just wanted to give you
a heads up.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I.A.. Unbelievable.

What a use for
department resources that is.

Bunch of half-wits
playing at being cops.

Ben, this is serious.

Oh, come on.

You really think
the department's gonna mess

with their
new golden boy?

They're probably gonna
want to talk to you, too.

Well, good.
Trust me.

I got your back.

How is he?

He, uh...
He had a heart attack.

They're still working
on him.

Won't know
for a few hours, but...

He didn't look good.

Caught the bastard.
And?

And he stole 40 bucks
and a handful of candy bars

from a newsstand.

You want to
call it a day?

I can ride with someone else
if you want to slide out?

Let's get back to work.

Oh, my gosh.
Look who it is.

Hey, Bryant,
will you sign my tits?

You're hilarious, Chang.
What's going on?

Two-Trey got crushed
by a blue pickup.

His girlfriend
saw the whole thing.

But Yogi's keeping her
on a tight leash,

won't let her
tell us much.

Think he had something
to do with it?

Probably wants to
handle it himself.

Yeah, it's one of his boys
that got pancaked.

Anybody talked
to Ricky the rolling turd?

Be my guest.

I'm gonna stay over here
and not get pink eye.

He's my hero.

Amazing to think that for
every one of these people

there's a pair
of disappointed parents.

You all right?

I've known Dewey
a long time.

How'd you get this guy --
from tonight?

No, he fled to L.A.
I was a P-1.

And I picked him up
buying dope in an alley.

Won the asshole
lottery.

Hmm, yeah,
but that feeling --

when I found out who I had and
that he was wanted in Arizona,

what he was wanted for...

That moment,
that's when I knew

I wanted to be
a homicide detective.

Mm-hmm.
Been chasing it ever since.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Are you guys the police?

Yeah.

I don't know
if I'm in the right place.

But I found this thing,

and I'm pretty sure I should
hand it over to you guys.

Okay.

I was going through my
grandfather's crap in his attic.

He asked me
to clear it out for him,

said he'd help pay
for a new Xbox.

Mine really sucks.

Anyway,
I found this old, metal box

with all this weird shit.
Excuse me?

Sorry.
"Stuff" in it.

Thank you, sir.

He fought in Vietnam.

Son, step away.
Step away from that.

You got
live explosives.

Live explosives!

You bitch!
I-I need my money!

I got to pay my rent!
Cash that damn check!

What you mean
it can't be verified?

- What the wrong with you?
- I want my check cashed!

Hey!
Let's step outside, sir.

This bitch talking about she
gonna verify a check!

Let's step outside, sir.

- What the hell does that mean?
- I need my money!

You can come outside now
or in --

You can step outside,
or you can get out of here!

I don't give a
let go of me!

Hey! Hey! Come on!
What are you doing?

Stop grabbing me! You
need to get that bitch!

Aah!

Taser!

Taser!

Aah! Ohh!

Coop!

You talk to him.
Thanks for your help.

Yo, I'm sure
it's somebody in 18th Street.

We should press them,
find out who.

I told them what Ricky gave us.
It's up to the detectives now.

We can do it ourselves.

I got no burning desire

to force my way into
the middle of a gang war today.

We can find the guy, though.

We did our job.
Let them do theirs.

If they need our help,
they know where to find us.

I don't know why
we can't see a thing through.

Take the detective exam if you want.
I will.

And tell you what -- when I do,
I'm not gonna volunteer

to come back down
and deal with this crap.

I had this case once,

80-year-old lady
executed in her living room,

no possible motive,
nothing stolen,

not a fingerprint
in the whole place.

Just a single bullet
to the brain.

For 18 months,
I went to sleep,

woke up
thinking about that lady.

Nice thing about patrol,
when the day's over, it's over.

Clean slate every day.

Officer Cooper,
we looked at your MRI.

There is a herniation
in one of your discs,

but it is very minor.

It should heal on its own
in a couple of weeks.

Hurt like hell.

I'm sure it did, but that
was probably just the impact.

Never feels good
to land like that.

You also might have
tensed up

when you felt
that familiar pain.

I see it all the time

with people who've had
back injuries in the past.

Will I miss work?
I wouldn't think so.

We'll give you
some high-dose ibuprofen.

Or, if the pain's really bad,
I could give you some Vicodin.

No, the ibuprofen
will be just fine.

We'll have you out of here
in a few minutes.

Thanks.

Excuse me.
I'm...a friend.

Hey.
Hey.

I...peeked at your charts.
Everything seems to check out.

How are you?

Good. I've been good.

I'm sorry
I've been out of touch lately.

Yeah,
we're both guilty there.

Mm.

Well, we'll have to
get better at that.

Okay.

Did they, um -- they give you
something for the pain?

Ibuprofen.
Great.

Look, I...
can't stop worrying about you

just 'cause
we're not married anymore.

It's good to see you,
John.

What a circus.

This is gonna sound kind of --
kind of crazy,

but, uh...
Are you gonna watch tonight?

No. I-I mean,
if he wants me in the room,

I'll be there,
but I'm not gonna watch.

What's your take
on the death penalty?

I'm for it. You?

For damn sure,
I ain't for this broke-ass state

paying for a bunch of fools
on death row

to file for appeals, but,
yeah, I'm for it, if we use it.

I feel like
if you cross a certain line,

you should pay
the ultimate price.

Yeah, but it's...
a little different

when it's your pen pal
getting the needle.

He's not my pen pal.
Nah, I know.

I didn't mean anything.
It's just...

Look, I know
it's got to be very complicated.

Not really.
I mean, guy's a monster.

Now he's gonna
reap the whirlwind.

There it is.
"Good riddance."

Pretty much.

You got a plane to catch,
partner.

For real? You think
I'd be a good detective?

I don't know, Sherman.

I mean,
I was a great detective,

but you don't really have
my smarts, you know?

Or my looks,
for that matter.

Yeah. But you know what?
Thank God for that.

Cooper, you all right?

Yeah.

I'll be back to normal
in a few days.

It was a false alarm.
Oh, thank Jesus.

I thought
I screwed you up for life.

No, I'm fine.

Next time...

...just go ahead
and shoot the guy, though.

Roger that. I don't know
what I was thinking.

I was just trying
to tackle a man and ended up

dropping 300 pounds on
your surgically repaired spine.

The doc said
the surgery looked good.

Good. That's good.

You need help?
No.

How'd you mess it up
in the first place?

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

There was a wreck...
10, 12 years ago.

During a pursuit, this cop,
brand-new, his car flipped.

He was trapped inside.

The time I got there,

the...car had already
started burning.

He was screaming.

Tried to pry the door open.
I just felt something.

Then,
it was just a pinch,

but maybe
that's when it started.

I don't know. I was good
for years after that, but...

Doc says
it was just wear and tear.

So, what the hell,
man?

And...did he make it?
Did you get the door open?

Yeah. He made it.

There he is.
Put her there. My man.

You know,
we did a routine traffic stop

on what's-his-name earlier today.
Yeah?

This guy's trunk
was a gold mine.

I'm talking weed, pills,
coke, "e," you name it.

We did a rollback
to his pad.

We got the mother lode, baby.
You got to see it.

Not bad.
Not bad?

That's beautiful is what that is.

Look, we're buying your drinks
tonight at the Ten Ring. You in?

Yeah. Yeah,
just give me a few minutes

to wrap up here,
all right?

All right.
All right, man.

Ben Sherman.

Man.
You...made my day.

My pleasure.
I'll see you.

So,
you want to come with?

Nah,
I-I got Nate tonight, man.

Aw, come on, man.

You had your hero moment.
I got this thing.

We should celebrate.

Not tonight.

Yeah.

Whew!

Have fun changing diapers.

Always do.

You're almost
the man of the house, Rae-Rae.

It's looking like
I am the man of the house.

Ohh.
That's not funny there.

Oh, oh, lord. Oh, God.
Here he is, ladies.

The man of the hour,
Officer Jonathan Cooper,

the best kisser
I've ever kissed.

I guess you're okay then.
Yeah, buddy.

I'm ready
to hit the streets right now.

How you guys holding up?

We're used to
him being incapacitated, so...

Hey, when you're done
fondling my daughter,

come over here,
sit down.

I got to ask you something.

How many
do I owe you now, man?

You don't owe me shit.
No, I do.

You saved my ass
so many times.

Hey, let me ask you...

When you were giving me
mouth-to-mouth...

Did you slip a little tongue
in there?

Huh? 'Cause when I woke up
in here, man,

I was hard as a rock.

But all I could think about
was you. - Okay.

All right, Dewey.

Viagra's got nothing
on this guy right here.

Dad.

Take care of yourself,
Officer Dudek.

Hey, I love you, man.
I do.

I'm in love with you.

God,
look at that butt.

Oh, he's so cute.

Hey.
Hey.

Heard about Dewey.
How is he?

I went and saw him.
He's, uh, gonna be fine.

Thank God. Crazy.

You celebrating
your big narc bust?

Heard about that?

Guys were talking.

Hmm.

How'd you
figure that one out?

Uh, you know, just using
my ob skills like you taught me.

Yeah, well,
you know how it is.

Doesn't matter where you are.
Always on patrol.

Don't you got better things
you can be doing with your time?

"Greatest Show on Earth,"
you always told me.

Trying to give you
some advice here, numb nuts.

And what's that?

Forget it.

Well. Don't worry.

Not gonna piss away my life
on patrol for 20 years.

I'm thinking about
taking the detective exam.

God help us all.

Drinking again?
I never really stopped.

All right.

Hey, Victor. It's Sammy.

Hey.

Yeah, d--
no. Don't hang up.

Just -- just listen to me
for one second.

Victor, calm down.

Okay? Okay.

I just...

Do you think
there's any possible way

that I could talk to Tammy?

Okay, okay.
Okay, yes, I get it.

I just...

I had a tough day today, Victor,

and I...Just really wanted
to tell her that I'm sorry.

Could you tell her that for me?

That I'm sorry
for how all this has...been?

Please, Victor,
could you just tell her that?

Hello?

Hello?

Lydia.
Oh, man.

I was all afraid
you weren't gonna make it.

Here I am.
Here you are.

Got any good cop stories
for me?

Ohh. Just today,
there were a bunch.

Um...
This crazy lady came in,

and she likes to
confess to made-up crimes.

Um...she said
she raped a man in a bathroom.

She also said

she's having a telepathic
love affair with Bill Clinton.

Wild!

Well, uh, I wouldn't
put it past slick Willie.

Had your dinner yet?

Uh, fried okra
and banana bread.

Sounds good.

Uh...couldn't keep it down.
Too damn nervous.

Anything you want to
tell me, Eric?

Before...

Yeah. Ohh.

Yeah, I'm --
I'm glad you asked.

'Cause...

I was in a real bad way
before you caught me, you know?

I...

My whole life was just ugly,
you know?

Like, my childhood,
and I saw things a kid...

Shouldn't see, you know?

You were the first real light.
You know what I mean?

Yeah.

I-I remember...
W-when you caught me that,

like, in my head,
I was like, "thank you.

Thank you. Thank you."

Like...I was waiting
for you to come along

and take me
out of the world.

Yeah.

And say what you will
about this place.

It was good for me.
You know?

I mean,
it's scary, but...

nothing's as scary
as what's going on up here.

Glad you found
some kind of peace.

Is there anything else
you want to get off your chest?

Any weight you need lifted?
Wait, wait, wait.

What kind of weight?
What are you talking about?

I don't know.
Anything unresolved?

Aw, shit.

You're working me
right now, huh?

I'm just asking.
No, just spit it out.

That couple that went missing
at Rock Point campgrounds...

1995, never found.

Matched your M.O.

I asked you here
as a friend.

I've been a friend.
I answered your letters.

I chose to spend this time
with you.

Those families
deserve clos--

No! No, no!

No.
Don't put it off on them.

This isn't about those families.
It's about you.

Tell me where
the bodies are, Eric.

This surprises me,
Lydia.

Really.

Well, it was nice of you
to write those letters.

You're a good person.

For me...

I got a lot out of writing them
and receiving yours.

Admit that you did,
too.

You have a chance
to do something good here.

A person wouldn't
make those kind of things up.

Your son
won't stop crying.

You wonder if you
weren't supposed to be a mom.

You -- you think maybe you're
supposed to feel something

that you're not.

I don't know
if you told me those things

because you didn't have
anybody else to tell,

but, shit...I know those letters
were about more than just me.

Lydia.

Whatever you say, Eric.

Now,
did you kill those people?

Be real with me.

Tell me his name -- your son.
You never told me his name.

Christopher.

Hello.

Hey.

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