Wicked City (2015): Season 1, Episode 7 - Destroyer - full transcript

- Previously on "Wicked City"...
- I know it's you.

You're the Hollywood Slayer.

Well, I guess now it's my
turn to pay for what I've done.

I like what we have.

Let's not make this into
something it can never be.

Oh, wow. Ain't that a thing?

Big climax. The explosion.

Far more cinematic, don't you think?

Your guy here set himself on fire.

He must have spread it
around the house, too.

You know I hate to see you cry.



They said you were dead.

I have so much to live for because of you.

* You're sweeter than the taste *

- * of honey *
- Don't breathe.

- I'm trying.
- Don't talk.

* And I'm so glad *

- * that you're mine *
- Babe.

The police think you're dead.

We need to use that to our advantage.

- * You're sweeter than the chance *
- Why... why don't we get out of town?

I have a plan, and it
doesn't include running.

It involves you staying very, very still.

* And I'm so glad *

- * that you're mine *
- Okay, after...



I can't if you...

* La, la, la *

* La, la, la *

Is this gonna be enough for you?

Just me?

* We live our lives together *

Mm.

- What am I, drooling?
- No.

You're here, but I just can't remember

the last time you were actually
in this bed when I woke up.

Well, you may have to get used to it.

So, is the case closed?

Does this mean you're gonna be coming back

from Barone's tonight stinking like cigars?

Oh, you better bring me
and Vicki back a few slices.

No, I don't think there's gonna be

any Barone's tonight.

But that... that's where you
usually go when a big case ends.

That's what you do with Vince.

Is this because you don't like Paco?

No, no, he's actually he's all right.

He's pretty smart. But, um,

just not sure there's
anything to celebrate.

Why?

'Cause I'm not sure the case is over.

But they found the body, right?

In that house when it burned down?

Yeah, and everybody
assumes it's our guy, but...

Everyone but you.

Right.

Well, if I was a betting
woman, I'd put my money on you.

Yeah? How much? 50 cents?

Oh, at least a dollar.

Well, I'm... I'm honored you
have that much faith in me.

If you say it isn't over, it isn't over.

But I sure wish it was.

Yeah, I know. I know this has been

hard on you.

On us.

Look, it's our life, Jack.

I know that's never gonna change.

But it'd be nice if you
were here more... present.

It'd give us a chance to just...

be.

Hmm.

I know.

I can't believe he's a cheater.

I can't believe he's so careless.

Man's a police officer.

Keep it in your pants until you get inside.

So what should we do?

Know that Mr. Clean's a
little dirty and enjoy it.

No, I meant what should
our angle be for the piece.

We're not writing about this.

I don't even know why I took these photos.

I... I see something seedy,
and I can't even help myself.

Why not?

With the slayer dead,
this could be a big story.

It's an affair. It's nobody's business.

It's the people's business.

The lead detective on a
case where cocaine was found

on the victims is having an
affair with a cocaine dealer.

It might have affected the investigation.

Maybe... maybe he didn't look enough

into the connection between
the coke and the killer.

Detective Contreras told you he always left

fly brand on his victims, right?

What if he didn't focus enough on that?

Well, the slayer is dead.

So it seems like it wasn't an issue.

In another day or two, the
coroner's going to discover that

the body in the fire isn't mine.

Of course the charring will only
burn the subcutaneous tissue.

The stab wounds will still be there.

You...

are so sexy when you talk medical.

Oh.

A sexy nurse.

- Is that clich??
- Not when it's you.

If dental records are provided,

the body will be I.D.'d very quickly,

and our situation will change fast.

Jimmy's pathetic wife will
definitely report him missing,

instead of being grateful he's gone.

Idiot.

We need to stay ahead of this.

Right now we have the element of surprise.

We need to use that to our advantage.

What are we gonna do?

"When the enemy is relaxed, make them toil.

When they are full, starve them.

When they are settled,

make them move."

"The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

I'm just gonna say it.

Without the slayer,

this town just got a lot more boring.

You didn't think the opening

of the new hot dog stand was exciting?

If that's what I have to
report on, I'd rather be dead.

After eating that, we might just be.

I'm heading back out.

Not for another one of those hot dogs.

No, for a real story...

About Jack Roth and his
drug dealer mistress.

There's something there... you'll see.

I know it.

Well, if you find a news-worthy
story, I'll print it.

Done.

Yeah, it's Roth.

Anything on our burnt-to-a-crisp corpse?

Well, that's fine. What's taking so long?

I hope this is a priority for you guys.

He is a big ray of sunshine your partner.

Yeah, about that.

A cranky son of a bitch.

Nothing you can do about it.

You might consider
assigning me my own cases.

You ready to abandon the Roth ship so soon?

Look, this was a huge case, Captain.

I kept my head down, I did the work.

I think I deserve to take on
my own cases after this one.

My money was on you jumping
ship within five days with Roth.

But you've handled it.

And got the job done.

But you've got drive.

You got balls, too, coming in here

before we even know the
case is officially over.

Well, success only comes

when preparation and opportunity meet.

Yeah. I'm not one for fancy quotes.

But here's one... here's
one you might have heard.

Don't count your chickens
before they hatch.

So I'm guessing that's a no.

No, that's just a wait and see

what the coroner comes back with.

'Cause if by some small
chance this is not our killer,

you've just laid your
cards on the table too soon.

Now, how's that for fancy.

Vicki.

Can I get some help?

Honey.

Victoria.

Vicki?

And here I thought you
were just ignoring me.

I was listening to a
mix tape Mitch made me.

A mix tape, really?

Yeah, just some cool songs
to inspire me and Daisy

- as we work on our music.
- Huh.

And how's, uh, how's that going?

It's pretty cool.

We're mostly gonna sing covers,

but I'd really like to
write some of my own stuff.

Um, no, I meant, how's it going with Mitch?

Are we gonna pretend
that you're not totally

freaking out that I have a boyfriend?

So Mitch is your boyfriend?

Mom, please don't.

Look, it's just I...

Mitch is a senior,

okay? And I worry. I...

I was your age not too long ago.

Please don't give me the "wait
until you're married" speech.

Well, considering that I didn't,

- I certainly wouldn't expect you to.
- Really?

Is this icking you out talking about this?

No, I'm... I'm glad you
had a life before Dad,

that you were something
before you were my mom,

I don't know, Dad's wife.

I'm still my own person, honey.

- I know. I didn't mean it like that.
- Look, look,

I want you to be your own person, too.

I want you to make good choices.

And sex can have consequences.

Yeah, I would use protection. I'm...

I'm not interested in
being a teenage mommy.

Then that's... That's very good.

Um, but other kinds, as well.

Like you can think, "oh, it's just sex."

And then you can fall for the person.

Or it can make the
relationship too intense.

I just... I want you to be prepared

for all of it before you actually do.

So, what we doing for lunch? Pink's?

Ah, no, the line will be too long.

Well, we got the time.

What's this?

Hey, Jack!

We got it. Coroner's report is in.

- And?
- Well, unless this guy

stabbed himself 14 times,

he's not the killer.

That body was dead long before the fire.

Mm.

Looks like it's lunch at our desks,

and we're back to square one.

Not if we can figure
out who this victim is.

We find him, we have more leads

that might lead us to the killer.

All right, well, I'll check with, uh,

- missing-person reports.
- Yeah.

And I'll put out an APB
on our elusive killer,

- whatever the hell his name is.
- Yeah, I'll be right up.

_

Hey, what do we got?

Well, we know that son of a bitch

hid his scent when he fled his house.

Otherwise, the dogs would have smelled him,

and dogs always smell vermin.

Well, he probably poured
the kerosene he used

to blow up the house on himself,

and the dogs wouldn't have followed that.

What about our... our
cr??¨me br???>>l???(C)e body?

What does he tell us besides
crispy on the outside?

14 stab wounds.

Around the neck area?
Consistent with our victims?

Some... mostly the ribcage.

Really?

So, an unplanned killing,
one with a lot of emotion.

Maybe the victim surprised him.

He had to kill him.

Okay, the stab wounds were on the ribcage

on the left side angling slightly up,

so if our killer was left-handed,
he could have come at him

from behind. Or the victim

could have been on top of him

- as he was being stabbed.
- So our victim attacked him.

Maybe.

I'm gonna go pull some
missing-persons reports.

And, uh, the coroner
said that they'd be here

- any minute with all the gory details.
- Okay.

I just got off a highly
unpleasant call from the chief.

- He's not happy.
- Was he worried he might have to

kiss more mayor ass to keep his job?

We have to release a statement

and announce that we did not catch our man.

Contreras,

you're stuck with a partner
a little while longer.

Looks like none of us gonna
get what we want today.

What's that supposed to mean?

What's that supposed to mean? What...

you didn't mention to Roth

your move to get your own cases?

Look, I only mentioned

that now that the investigation was over,

that maybe I could take
the lead on my own cases.

That's all.

Let's just stay focused.

Right. Of course.

I'll coordinate with Bukowski

on the missing-persons
files, check for dental recs.

I'll wait for the coroner.

Dianne, it's Jack. It's urgent.

I'm gonna page you. Please call me back.

- Can I help you?
- I hope so.

My name's Karen McClaren.

I'm a reporter with L.A. Notorious.

Not sure I needed your name
or what you do for a living

to pour you a drink.

I'm not here for a drink.

Then I can't help you.

Do you not want to talk to me

because you're a drug dealer?

Or because you're having sex with a cop?

Is that your angle for a story?

That people have sex and
sell drugs on the Strip?

Hope you're not trying to
make money as a reporter.

Kind of stating the obvious.

Most drug dealers don't have sex with cops.

Most cops aren't that cute.

One too many doughnuts.

You know, he's married?

Are you trying to write
a story or pass judgment?

I'm trying to figure out
if Detective Roth's judgment

was impaired by being involved with you.

He handled some pretty big cases.

Yeah, he does.

And somehow I think
catching the Hollywood slayer

is a bit more important
than who he goes to bed with.

Well, since the killer
blew himself up in a fire,

I'm not too worried about that.

You're not much of a reporter.

Been all over the news.

The psycho faked his own death.

I have to... I have to go.

Maybe try working on
those investigative skills,

like turning on a TV.

So, the rumors of my demise
have been greatly exaggerated.

And Jimmy's about to be discovered.

Okay.

So, now that the cops know that I'm alive,

we need to cover our tracks.

We need to make sure those
who are looking for us

are too distracted to stay focused.

And how do we do that?

I'm working on the latter already.

And as to the former,

you need an alibi for the
night Jimmy disappeared.

I can't do it.

Yes, you can. You can do anything you want.

You are the strongest woman
I know, Betty Beaumontaine.

This is asking too much of me.

I know it will be hard, but

I have faith in you.

Can't believe I have to pretend

that I care where that douche Jimmy is.

I heard Jimmy's missing.

I'm here for you.

I have to make it look
like Jimmy had a connection

to Edgeway Upholstery.

Just... She's so pathetic.

She's just... she's weeping and crying

over this man who beat
her, who cheated on her.

Don't let her get you angry.

People like Pam are essential.

Their fragility is our power.

Then in war, the way is

we strike at what is weak

and avoid what is strong.

I bought new shoes yesterday.

Oi.

Have you seen Bucket today?

He don't work here anymore.

I see.

Well, maybe I can meet his replacement,

someone who has the right libations

for a bloke like me.

I don't know what the
hell you're talking about.

But she can get you want you need.

Well, she's a lot lovelier
to look at than Bucket.

Cheers.

All right, love.

I hear you might be able
to help me get my fix.

I don't do business inside.

Meet me out back in the alley.

Looks like it really is my lucky day.

Hello.

Hi, is Dianne there?

I don't see her. Can you call back?

Uh, can you just take down my number?

Sorry, man, got no paper.

All right, look, just tell her
that the 35th president called.

Could you do that?

Thank you.

All right, so, what do you need?

Well, there's so many things I need,

but today I feel the
question is, what do I want?

And what is it that you
have that I might want?

I got pot, speed, coke, Quaaludes, Valium.

I don't do PCP. Makes people crazy.

Well, I just don't know
what I'm in the mood for.

Quaaludes,

they make it

slow, languid.

I could really enjoy the moment.

It could be killer.

So Quaaludes?

But coke...

would be frenetic.

It would be fast, it'd be furious.

I always find speed to be

wickedly delicious, don't you?

Look, get high, get
stoned, just make a buy.

Mm.

I'll take the coke.

Oh, look.

It's got a little mosquito on it.

It's a fly.

Bzzt. Mm.

My mistake.

So why they put that on the bag anyway?

There you are.

Some guy just called for you.

Did you get a name?

Said something about
being the 35th president.

Who knows? All these tweakers are crazy.

Yeah.

We're done here, right?

For now.

Where you headed, Jack?

Uh, I have to deal with something.

Do you not trust me now
because of the Wilkinson thing?

I have to go home.

I have something I have to take care of.

We have an I.D. on our victim.

- Looks like home will have to wait.
- Yeah.

I really like Mitch, but I don't know.

I'm scared it's gonna hurt.

And I don't... what if
there's a lot of blood?

I just... I just don't
really think I'm ready.

He's a nice guy, though,
and you really like him.

It's not a big deal.

I don't know, my mom was
saying that sex can be intense.

And I don't know, I think
she's probably right.

I just don't really
want to have any regrets.

Yeah, I guess.

Vicki?

Are you there?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, Jimmy Lovett.

That is the name of our victim.

Now, we need to find out how this victim

is connected to our killer, all right?

Which means we round up
everyone that knew him.

Drinking buddies, family,
people he worked with.

Work colleagues, even neighbors...

That means you.

But didn't we connect
Jimmy back to Edgeway?

We did.

But they're gonna want to cover their bases

and make sure there aren't any

pissed off business
partners, jilted lovers.

I was hardly jilted,

but won't it look bad to the cops

if they know I was involved with him?

It'll be worse if you lie, Betty.

It's not the crime, but always
the lie that catches up to you.

So what do I do?

I... I'm just so ashamed.

But I knew I had to tell the truth.

And then use that truth to stick a dagger

through Jack Roth's heart.

I can't believe Jimmy's dead. That's...

So awful.

Yeah, you, uh, you were in love with him?

Does it matter? I wasn't his wife.

I didn't deserve to be.

We're not here to judge, Miss Beaumontaine.

I wouldn't blame you if you did.

I mean, I know I wasn't the
one that was married, but

what I did,

what I took part in could
have ruined a family.

Okay, ma... ma'am can we stick to the...

When was the last time you saw Jimmy?

I saw him at the park with his kids.

He loved those kids.

Are you gonna tell his wife about us?

I don't think I can take that.

That poor woman will have to know

that he didn't love her enough.

He didn't

cherish his family enough to stay faithful.

I hate myself.

Yo! Where we headed?

W... we aren't headed anywhere.
There's something I got to do.

But we still have to
download on the interviews.

I mean, besides the fact that this Jimmy

was a real sleaze bag putting it in

half the women in the
neighborhood. Geez, his poor wife.

So you... can you just go talk to her

and see if there's something
else she can give us?

- There's somewhere I have to be, Paco.
- Of course.

Yeah, the famous Jack
Roth disappearing act.

- Look, you can't just bail...
- I can't what?

I can't... I can't go behind your back

and work my own agenda? Just stop it.

Don't give me that, all right?

Look, I proved myself.

I've taken your abuse.

Look, am I ambitious? Yes.

I'm not ashamed to admit it.

Really? You're not ashamed

- that you would do anything to get ahead.
- Oh, this again.

What? You don't care who you
have to hurt to get ahead.

Lord knows what you told Diver

- to get what you needed.
- What we needed.

Don't include me in that.

You are only in it for yourself,

and everybody knows that! It's a fact.

Look, I don't know how
much longer you think

I'm gonna put up with it,

but you need to watch your mouth.

Yeah, or what?

You don't want to go there, Jack.

The hell I don't. Maybe it's time I
stopped holding back 'cause honestly,

I am sick of it.

- You're sick of it.
- I am sick

of pretending that I
don't know who you are,

what you've done to
the people I care about.

You took Vince down.

You ratted him out to get ahead!

Are you going to deny it?!

No. That's right.

I never should have trusted you.

Oh, and you're so trustworthy?

Wonder what your wife thinks about that.

Oh, okay.

Shouldn't have done that.

You're wrong... I should
have done this months ago.

You don't know who
you're messing with, Roth.

Yeah. What, a narc?

Stop! All right, stop!

What do you want, man?!
What you do you want, huh?

You want me to admit that I
took down your partner? Fine!

Fine, I did it, okay?

I took down Vince. You happy?

No, I'm not happy.

- What have I done?
- Look, I know this case

is getting to both of us, Jack.

But there's something else going on.

You gonna tell me?

The killer has pictures of Dianne and me.

Got a nice little note in the package.

- How'd he get them?
- I don't know.

All long lens, good quality,
crystal-clear pictures

telling the tale of infidelity.

So, professional?

You gonna tell Allison?

Yeah, I have to. I can't let him
have that kind of power over me.

Plus, she's got to know that
her and Vicki are in danger.

And because of the photo,
he also knows about Dianne.

- So she's at risk, too.
- Have you told her?

No, I haven't been able to reach
her. I've been trying all day.

You love her, don't you?

Yeah, but I also love my family.

And I cannot believe I'm
gonna hurt Allison like this.

Well, look, I could find
Dianne, is that gonna help?

Yeah. Thanks.

That's what partners are for.

Yeah.

All right, I got to get home.

You need to get to her before he does.

Oh. I didn't hear you walk in.

Everything good? You look cute.

Yeah, whatever. I'm just...

I'm just going to
Marnie's to watch a movie.

Okay, well, b... before you
go, uh, what do you think?

Do you like this here?

Mom, what does it matter?

It's like rearranging
deck chairs on the Titanic.

Glad to know you think

of our home as a sinking ship.

It's just a chair, honey.
Don't be so dramatic.

But, yeah, no, no, no.
You're right, you're right.

Looks better over there, okay.

Back you go.

- Mom.
- Yeah, honey?

Just I'll... I'll see you later.

Okay, well, be home by
10:00. It's a school night.

Hey, so where'd you tell your
mom you were going tonight?

What does it matter?

She's so clueless she has
no idea what's going on.

Hey. You're home early.

I wasn't expecting you till later.

You hungry? I can make you something.

- Is Vicki home?
- No, she's at Marnie's.

Why?

Jack.

What is it?

You know, sometimes late at night,

when I'm alone in bed...

Because let's face it, I'm always alone...

I would think to myself,

"I like my life like this."

Just me an Vicki.

Didn't have to worry if you were okay.

I didn't have to worry if you were hungry,

if you were sinking into
some obsession with the case.

And you know what I would
feel while I was thinking this?

I would feel guilty...

That I didn't love you enough,

that I didn't appreciate you,

that there was something wrong with me.

There's nothing wrong with you.

That's right. There's
something wrong with you.

You have everything...

A family that loves you, a beautiful home.

And yet that is just not enough for you.

Or maybe... maybe it's too much

because you're too screwed
up to want goodness.

You want the ugly. You want the darkness.

- You want to destroy things.
- I never wanted to destroy us.

And yet you did.

And I'll never forgive myself for that.

Oh, God, please, spare me the guilt, Jack.

- You don't get to feel bad here.
- You're right, I don't.

But this is

about more than just you and
me right now. This killer...

This killer has made it personal.

- Are we in in danger?
- I don't know.

I'm gonna put a squad car out front,

and I'm gonna be here to
protect you and to protect Vicki.

How can you protect us?

You're the reason we're in this
situation in the first place.

Because of you, we can't
feel safe in our own home,

especially in our home.
No, don't... Don't touch me!

I want you out of here.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going for a walk.

Not that it's any of your damn business.

* Surrender, don't leave *

- * you're a long way *
- Do you have a rubber?

- * From home *
- Yeah, I have protection.

- * And the march is over *
- Okay, good.

* And they don't care *

- * that you're alone *
- Hey.

Hey, are you sure?

I mean, you're really ready?

Yeah.

I'm sure.

* Surrender, don't leave *

* 'cause they'll never run you down *

At a news conference today,

the L.A.P.D. announced
that the Hollywood Slayer

- is still at large.
- I can't believe he used me

to lie to the world.

He's a killer, Karen.

He has no moral code. You know that, right?

Yeah, I guess I do.

I just don't like that he's out there

and that he takes pleasure

in making you a part of his story.

Who is it?

Detective Contreras.

He hasn't reached out to us.

She's not lying.

That's good.

That's good. I just wanted to
be sure that you guys are safe.

What's going on?

He hasn't contacted
you, but he's been here.

What?

No, he's not left a note or nothing. He...

Well, that's because he
didn't leave something.

He took something.

I don't understand.

The killer sent these photograph to Jack.

A bunch are missing.

He must have broken in.

Now what I want to understand
is why you took them and how.

I was looking for Bucket, and
they said that this chick...

Dianne.

That she was the replacement,
so I followed her.

Why you still looking for Bucket, man?

Because the killer leaves
fly brand coke on his victims.

That's what you told me.

That's what Bucket dealt, so
I... I figured it was a lead.

Okay, so... so the information I gave you

about fly brand coke is the reason

why Jack's affair is gonna be exposed?

I'm sorry, man.

And now Dianne may be at risk

if the killer decides
that she's useful to him.

I've been looking all over
for her. I can't find her.

I could tell you where she lives.

How?

It's where I took the photos.

Good.

Who is it?

It's Paco.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm, uh, sorry to barge
in on you like this.

What's going on?

It's the killer. He
knows about you and Jack.

May even know where you live.

Does he know I'm a cop?

Look, I don't know, but I
know that you're not safe here.

All right? Jack's been
trying to find you all day.

- Where you been?
- Is he okay?

He's worried about you. Look, just

gather up your things, and
let's move. We got to go.

All right, hold on.

You good?

Yeah. Let's go.

You take good care of them, girl.

- Hello.
- Kiki.

Hello...

What should I call you?

John's fine. It's a biblical name. Strong.

I'm surprised to hear from you, John.

Since last time you used
me to fake your own death.

Don't be angry. I needed to protect myself.

You understand that. Anyway, look,

I've got this big scoop for
you to make up for it all.

It involves Jack Roth
and a certain girlfriend.

Since you stole those photos from here,

you already know I'm aware of
the fact that Detective Roth

is having an affair with a drug dealer.

Yeah, but that Dianne has so many layers.

And once you peel them back,

what you will find is an
undercover police officer.

She's a narc? How do you know that?

Well, I may be your
source, but I have my own.

And what a juicy story that would be.

You get to expose the inner
workings of the L.A.P.D....

A world of narcs and police officers

that fall in love with them.

That's a sexy expos???(C).

If I printed that, her
cover would be blown.

She would be in real
jeopardy... maybe even killed.

Well, perhaps there would be blood.

But I can't control what
people do with information.

You mean you can hurt her and Jack Roth

without getting any blood on your hands.

Not that it's ever seemed
to bother you before.

The greatest victory is that
which requires no battle.

And I'd be very careful
how you speak to me, kiki.

I'm only human after all.

Hi, honey.

Uh... How was Debbie's?

It was fine.

Oh, Marnie's... sorry,
you were at Marnie's.

Um...

I'm just a little tired.

Yeah, me too.

Well, Marnie's was
Marnie's... nothing special.

I'm gonna get some water.
Do you need anything?

- No, I'm good.
- Okay.

He's dead.

My Jimmy's dead.

I heard.

He brought his truck to that auto shop.

The police think he must have walked in on

the serial killer cleaning
out one of the cars

he killed a girl in.

That crazed monster took my Jimmy from me.

You know, who the real monster is?

Pam.

It's Jimmy.

You think we didn't know
he beat you, but we all did.

All the black eyes,

the bruises on the kids' arms.

- He didn't mean to. Sometimes...
- You should be happy he's gone.

You deserve better.

You deserve a man who
loves you and respects you.

Every woman does.

Now, go home to your kids

and know that you are all better off.

I found Dianne.

- Is she safe?
- Yeah, she's downstairs in my car.

- No one saw her.
- Hey.

Thank you.

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Well, it's never comforting
to know a serial killer

has you in their sights.

I know.

I feel exposed.

I hate that I did this to you.

I'm a grown-up.

- I... I knew what I was getting myself into.
- Well, I didn't.

If I had... had known
what kind of danger...

Hazards of our jobs, I guess.

I'm gonna catch this psycho.

How do you plan to do that?

Uh...

I'm gonna hit him where it hurts.

Do sociopaths have feelings?

I don't know.

I just keep going back
to his mom, you know,

and the fly brand coke on the bodies.

You know, why that?

Maybe his mom's drug use?

Yeah, sure, but, uh, why fly brand?

Maybe there's something he
wants you to see in that world.

Go see Calvin at the Whisky.

He's a bartender there. He deals fly brand.

Maybe he knows something.

- Calvin?
- Mm-hmm.

That'll be great, yeah.

I mean, that's... that's
where he met Emily and Karen,

so maybe this guy sold to him.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

It's good to see you.

You too.

I love you.

I love you, too.

* Doctor, doctor help me please,
I know you'll understand *

* there's a time device inside of me *

* I'm a self-destructin' man *

* there's a red under my bed *

* and there's a little
green man in my head *

* and he said, you're not goin' crazy *

- * you're just a bit sad *
- Man: Excuse me.

- * 'Cause there's a man in you, gnawing you *
- You're Detective Roth, right?

- * Tearing you into two *
- I've been looking for you.

* Paranoia, the destroyer *

* paranoia, the destroyer *

* and it goes like this *