01x03 - The Woman Who Fell from the Sky

[bunniefuu]

Dude, calm down.

My friend says this guy always comes out to smoke on his break.

[Door opens, closes]

Ugh!

You ready?

I got this.

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Don't watch us-- watch the hall.

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Where's your goggles?

Jesus.

Get 'em.

♪ ♪

You okay?

D-do you need some water?

Here we go.

Why are you wearing that mask?

This is just a dream.

Oh.

Good-night.

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Get in.

Dad?

Dad!

Hey, Katie.

[Panting]

What are you doing?

I don't know.

When is mom coming home?

Soon.

You know, mom usually wakes up Rachel.

She won't get up unless somebody makes her.

Well, maybe today, that somebody can be you.

Like she'll listen to me.

Katie...

I'm just asking for some help here, okay?

Go get ready for school.

[Collective chatter]

The driver left the scene.

Left this child there to die!

Hey, Harold.

Captain.

It's been nine days!

Catch this sh*t show out there?

Nine days since the accident and no arrests have been made.

So, here's the question-- do the police value the lives of our children?

[All] No!

Chief Mac is going to town with this.

How's Jean?

She's, um, you know, we thought she'd recover better in a hospital.

So, that's where she is.

Well, did she say anything more about the night of the accident?

No.

Hmm... steer clear of the protesters.

[Crowd shouting]

We no longer will tolerate the legacy of disenfranchisement!

[Collective shouting]

How do you know you're not gonna get caught?

'Cause Kopus is smart.

Mmm.

Robbing an old folks' home is smart how?

It's not that big a deal-- it's insured.

Nobody got hurt.

Were you scared?

A little, at first.

Then it's like, I got super focused.

Should've taken the SATs right after.

Oh, my God.

If my dad ever found out--

He won't.

I'm so glad you're back in school.

Me, too.

What?

This is wrong.

It isn't working.

I don't feel like myself-- nothing's working!

Well, that's the anti-psychotics.

Why are you givin' her pills that don't make her feel better?

They will-- we just have to find the right dosage.

Well, how long is that gonna take?

Well, brain chemistry is a tricky thing.

[Indistinct] _

Why can't you just put her on something that's worked for other people?

I don't understand-- she's saying-she's saying she's worse than when she came here.

But it's a process to find the right dosage.

I mean, she's sitting here like a guinea pig.

I mean, can't you just give her something you know is gonna make her feel good, at least?

Well, this-this drug we know will work, but it's a process.

And, in the meantime, she gets to feel like sh*t.

This is a process-- give it time.

I wish you were dead.

Jean?

Jean?

Sorry.

What did you just say?

It's a process, but we'll get there.

I promise.

Okay, guys, I need you to focus here.

So, we know he was wearing a light blue jacket.

Spector, I need you to hit this area, again.

Already checked it.

Yeah, well, you blew through it too fast, okay?

This is only a quarter mile from the point he was last seen.

If we can find something he might've dropped, get an LKP, this is a whole new ball game, all right?

All right, let's do it.

[Police radio chatter]

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Libby.

Go ahead, Harold.

I'm a half mile east of the lake.

I just found a big sinkhole.

Copy that-- proceed, ten-forty.

Listen, if this kid was walkin' around out here at night, chances are, he could be down at the bottom of this thing.

[g*nsh*t f*ring]

Harold, you there?

Harold, what's your status?

Stand by.

Ten-four.

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You know you guys should be wearing orange vests, right?

[Chuckles]

You're wasting your time.

Come again?

If anyone was lost out here, we'd have seen him.

Anybody ever fall into one of these?

I used to play in this dirt.

Don't get any of it on ya.

[Knock at door]

Hey, it's me.

Jack?

Oh, buddy... What?

What are ya doin', huh?

Need some water?

Ah, sh*t!

You broke my guy's arm.

'Cause he was followin' me.

Don't have him follow me.

He told me you're not cookin'.

You're not sellin'-- What the hell are ya doin'?

This is what I'm doin', Jack-- see that?

I need a g*n.

Hey... This'll work.

You got a*mo for this?

That's my g*n.

It's mine!

You want a g*n, you gotta pay for it.

I need a g*n to make the money.

Hey, guess what I found out last night?

My girl's pregnant.

And I'm gonna do it right this time-- I am.

I'm gonna raise that baby right.

I never told you this, but your, you know, your mother, Marie, she wanted to have you aborted, but I said, "No, Marie-- come on, honey, baby.

Maybe you'll have a beautiful baby girl."

But, uh... then she had you.

Come back with some money, I'll give ya a g*n, okay?

Where ya goin'?

Where ya goin'?

Hey!

Come on, let's go.

Hey, where ya goin' with that dog?

Hey, that's not your dog!

Screw you.

Awesome-- grandma and grandpa's house.

You're sending us to prison.

Well, good-- I'm glad you see it that way.

I'm sorry about this, honey.

Why do we have to stay here?

'Cause your grandparents can keep a better eye on you than I can right now.

Look, I have to go to work.

You girls can't just be home alone.

Why can't you just take the day off?

Because I can't.

I mean, you can't just take days off.

This isn't what I want to do, okay?

It's what I have to do.

I'm just trying to keep this family afloat.

I'm not worth anything, if I can't do that.

[Collective chatter]

Sky Van Der Veen.

Phillip Kopus.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Wow.

You're a lawyer.

I thought lawyers were supposed to argue all the time.

You were the quiet one-- you never said anything at all.

You don't remember me.

Yeah, I do.

Big eyes, big ears.

You were shy.

Your dad d*ed when you were real little.

I remember that.

Yeah.

You know how I know you?

No.

I was seven.

I used to stare out my window... watching the high school kids wait for the bus.

All the boys would shove each other, showin' off, but not you.

Even if someone tried to start something with you, you'd just watch.

The old bus stop off Route 27?

Mmm-hmm-- lived in the green house.

You live there now?

Brooklyn.

City mouse?

I come up every month or so.

What have you been up to?

Uh, this and that.

You were in prison, right?

So, was prison "this" or "that?"

Uh, "that."

Can I talk to you?

Yeah-- Um, can you excuse me?

Mmm-hmm.

Sorry.

Uh, don't be pissed, but that guy wants a bigger cut.

Which guy?

The guy that tipped us off.

Says he wants more pills, or he's gonna call the cops.

I guess he's got a cousin on the force, in Riley.

Tell him no.

Takin' off?

Yeah.

All right.

Uh, my gram lives up Deer Hill Road.

She falls asleep every night on the couch, watching reruns on TV.

Wanna come up tomorrow?

Cook us dinner.

Yeah.

Yeah?

We'll catch up.

Somethin' like that-- yeah.

So, why do you say that your medications aren't working?

Because I feel like sh*t.

You know, it's-it's not uncommon for people to self-medicate with alcohol, in order to disguise their symptoms.

I don't understand-- what does that mean?

Jean?

Hmm?

How long have you been hearing voices?

It's been months?

Years?

You can talk to me.

[Sighs]

Are you afraid, if you admit you hear them, then they'll have more power?

No.

Well, the sooner you talk to me, the sooner you can go home.

When did it start?

[Sighs]

It wasn't like it is now.

It was just a fuzziness, just a random thought.

It didn't feel like it came from me.

It felt like... someone else put it in my head, and I don't know--

I just assumed it was... part of being pregnant.

Pregnant?

With our first-- with Rachel.

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There's dead bees on the driveway.

Dad walked out there in socks, and one of the dead bees stung him.

I love the dead bees.

My sister is sitting in that guy, Kopus', truck out front.

I guess she's not coming in because of the rain.

She's gonna get struck by lightning.

I want ghosts to be real.

I wanna be a ghost when I die.

I would spy on people.

I would walk on water, and stand on airplanes, while they fly.

Why are people so scared of ghosts?

'Cause if there are ghosts, it means dying is okay.

[Door creaking]

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What is that-- Vicodin?

It's oxy-- top-shelf, man.

How much?

Ten dollars.

Come on, man.

This is pharmaceutical grade.

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Can I help you?

"Can I help you?"

Spoken like a future Walmart checker.

You shop at Walmart?

Just because Rachel slummed it with you, doesn't mean you're welcome here.

This is your party, huh?

Yeah.

This is my party.

Your party kinda sucks, man.

You think so?

Yeah.

What you got there?

Back off, man.

I don't dig guys.

[Collective] Ooh!

[Collective chatter]

Hey, give that back.

Nice!

Thanks.

[Collective] Ooh!

[Collective chatter]

[Crowd shouting]

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Junior?

[Sighs] June?

Come on.

Come on, you're gonna be late.

Up-up.

You'll be late for first bell, if you don't get up now.

Get goin'-- come on.

Oh, my God-- What happened to your face?

Nothing.

That is not nothing.

Did this happen when you were with Phillip?

Let me see.

No-- God, you're his mother.

Why do you hate him so much?

I don't hate him-- I'm worried about you!

Well, don't worry.

I have cancer.

What?

I have cancer, okay?

You gotta-- you gotta stop gettin' into trouble.

You hear me?

How long have you known?

Not long.

What's gonna happen?

What's gonna happen is, I'm not gonna be around forever.

That's what's gonna happen-- Do you get that?

So, pull it together.

Don't make me beg you to do the right thing, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Good.

You want some eggs?

I'm gonna make some eggs.

[Blares siren] [Police radio chatter]

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License and registration.

You recognize me?

You remember my daughter?

No.

Get out of the car.

[Sighs]

Put your hands on the roof.

Those aren't mine.

Mmm-hmm.

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

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Oh, my God!

Grandpa, you scared me.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Uh, well, I found a suitcase in the closet, and it's not there anymore.

Do you know if grandma maybe moved it?

Suitcase full of cassette tapes.

There were tapes in it?

I thought Sylvia threw those away.

She should've.

But, he was your son.

I just don't think it's healthy to dig up the past.

You understand?

So... who's Linda Washington?

I don't know.

She a president, or singer, or somethin'?

No, she's a gym teacher.

Lives over in Airmont with her husband and three kids.

She was prescribed those after she had knee surgery, and she told me she doesn't think any of her medication's been stolen.

So, how'd you get these?

I don't need those-- my knees are fine.

How about these?

Do you want 'em?

You can have 'em.

That's nice of you.

I'm a nice guy, like you.

Yeah, these came from a drug wholesaler.

Gave him a call.

Seems they do most of their business with nursing homes.

See, that got me thinkin' about that robbery.

You know the one I'm talkin' about?

No, what-- somebody got robbed?

Yeah.

That sucks.

Yeah, yeah, it sucks, Mike.

If only the guy who did it was stupid enough to get pulled over with these in his car.

And you know what would be even better?

If he had enough priors, we could lock him up for the rest of his natural life.

The guy in the interrogation room?

Pretty sure he was the one who robbed that nursing home.

How do you know?

What'd you bring him in for?

Possession.

Hey, Harold, your boy's ride is here.

Tell him he doesn't need a ride.

Yeah, all right-- I'll go talk to him.

H-hang on just, uh, one sec.

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You know where you are, right?

Let him off with a warning.

You're dreaming-- he's already on the log.

There's nothin' I can do.

You better hope there is.

Just tell him I'm waitin' out front.

Oh, guys, stop!

Uh, sorry.

Um, the pills are his brother's.

He just showed me the prescription.

You wanna-- you wanna walk him out for me?

I guess I got a little overzealous.

I'm taking the detective exam next year.

I'm lookin' for a good catch to put on my resume.

Yeah, no kidding-- good for you.

Can I go finish my lunch, now?

Yeah.

Yeah.

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This is where Jack lives.

Half of this is for him, half's for you.

Do not show him it all-- he will take the whole thing.

So, you get your part before you go in.

Okay.

Make sure he gives you a nine.

Not some revolver he's been hammerin' nails with.

You gonna say somethin' about that eye?

Some guys jumped me.

They-- they stole my pills, my money.

I messed up, man-- I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

They'll come back beggin' for more.

When they do, charge 'em triple.

When I was your age, I got b*at so bad, my face swelled up like a pumpkin.

I was blind.

My eyes were slits for three days.

But it made me stronger-- it's a good thing.

Anything that makes you stronger is good.

We're free!

Whoa!

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, your eye.

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Does it hurt?

Yeah.

You should see the other guy.

Oh, yeah?

Was it pretty bad?

I'm all right.

What time is the train supposed to get here?

I don't know-- ten minutes, five minutes.

You sure you're not gonna get caught?

No.

Who cares?

Let's go.

I danced my first pow-wow with your mom.

Really?

Mmm-hmm.

My grandmother made me a new blanket with long, red fringe, and Maria taught me the blanket dance, and we did it.

I think you'd already left.

Probably.

Anyways, it was my first and my last pow-wow.

I figured an academic scholarship was a sure way outta here.

Where'd that ticket take ya?

Berkeley, and then Yale, for my law degree.

Kinda sorry I missed the blanket dance.

Yeah.

So, how come Mac doesn't, um, think much of you?

You gotta ask Mac.

Hmm?

You workin' for the Morgans?

Consulting.

If anything concrete comes up with that hit and run driver.

I mostly come up to help Mac with the paperwork for the BIA.

The federal recognition means federal funds, which we need.

You know people are gettin' sick around here.

Yeah.

Why'd you come back?

Oh, I don't know.

Nowhere else to be.

So, do you feel different, now that you're back, or the same?

I guess both.

Thank you for dinner.

You're welcome.

Good night.

I remember you from the, uh, bus stop, too.

Here, you take this money.

Where's Phillip, huh?

He sent us.

Yeah.

Get in here.

Come on in.

We're havin' a baby shower.

Here's the baby, right here.

Here.

[Chuckles]

Well, we can just take the package and leave.

We won't bother you.

Hey... did Phillip tell ya that, uh, I'm his daddy?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Do you know what it's like... fathering a m*rder*r?

He's a m*rder*r.

He told ya that, didn't he?

No.

Oh.

He didn't tell ya... that he k*lled somebody when he was eight years old?

No.

It was bad.

Bad things happen in those mountains.

That's why I moved here.

Come on-- let's get the g*ns.

Let's get the g*ns-- come on.

Hey, you want some?

Hang onto that.

Here's your g*n.

He said it's gotta be a nine.

You don't want it?

This is your g*n.

This is your g*n-- now, where's the money?

Where's the money?

There.

Let's go.

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Hey, kid-- hey.

You know, I was thinkin'.

I was thinkin', you know, look, I don't wanna give up the revolver.

I like the revolver, okay?

So, maybe-- it-- it's an idea.

Take the a*t*matic, I'll keep the revolver, and, you know, it'll be cool, and we'll just, you know, [whistles] switch it out.

It'll be like Christmas and your birthday.

Don't you wanna do it?

Just give me another $100, and we're square.

I'm sorry, man-- I gave you all I got.

That's all you got?

Oh.

I'm just tryin' to be nice, man.

Who the hell was that?

Just go.

I'm gonna eat all of those chocolates.

Oh, my God.

This place is crazy.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

Look at this view.

I've never seen anything like this.

That was insane.

I know-- I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

We're here.

Mmm.

Hold that thought.

Ha!

[Giggling]

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They're askin' a lot of questions at the nursing home.

What do you want me to do?

I need more pills.

He's gonna be pissed.

I didn't tip you off so you could treat me like a chump.

Yeah, sorry about that.

You want some more pills?

Yeah.

Yeah?

How many you want-- 100, 200?

Yeah.

Okay.

Just wait right here-- I'll be right back.

Like that.

He changed his mind.

[Dog growling]

Come here.

Hold out your hand.

[Dog barking]

Hold out your hand.

Where ya goin'?

I thought you wanted some pills.

[Mike laughing]

Come here.

Ow!

Where do you find these guys?

[Car engine starting]

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You helped Mike Parker rob that nursing home.

Phillip Kopus in on that, too?

Tell me about the dr*gs!

You're gonna talk!

[Grunts]

Where's your warrant?

Well, I saw you driving erratically.

When I tried to pull you over, you fled.

[Grunts]

[Breathing heavily]

Who do you think they're gonna believe?

You talk to me about what they're doin', and then I forget all about you.

If you don't talk to me, then I'll tell Phillip you did.

Understand?

I saw this kid at a party that Mike had.

Mike sold to him.

What kid?

Said he was a regular.

That's all I know.

Who was a regular?

What are you talkin' about?

The kid-- the college kid.

College kid?

What-- him?

Yeah.

What did they do to him?

I don't know.

Okay.

Really!

What did they do to him?

I don't know!

Tell me what they did to him!

I don't know-- I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know-- ugh!

♪

Should we order room service or something?

We can't.

I told Kopus I'd get the g*n to him by morning.

You're not his lapdog, you know?

I know.

[Sighs] Is this whole thing, like, the new normal?

What do you mean?

I mean, illegal activity.

Breaking into places, getting g*ns?

You know, you didn't seem to have a big problem with it last night.

I'm just-- I'm-- I'm saying, I don't think you owe Kopus anything.

I don't owe him anything.

He asked me to do this-- I said, "Yes."

He's my brother-- he's family.

[Chuckles]

Why the hell are you laughing?

I'm sorry-- that's just a little crazy.

You've known him for, like, a couple weeks.

[Junior mumbling]

He just got back from God knows where.

And now, all of the sudden, you're, like--

Shut up!

Don't yell at me.

You don't know what you're talkin' about, all right?

You're always whining about your mom being on your ass.

Poor you, right?

Poor, little, spoiled, white girl.

You know, she probably hit that kid.

He's in the hospital 'cause of her.

Why would you say that?

Everybody's saying it.

Go to hell!

Get your own ass home.

What's your name, buddy?

You seem like a Natas.

Natas Kopus.

Good boy. [Knock at door]

[Door opens, closes]

Hey.

How are you feeling today?

How is that boy doing?

What?

How is the Lenape boy, in the hospital, doing?

What are you talking about?

Harold, I think I hit-- I think I hit somebody.

Hmm?

The night I was driving up the mountain, and I thought I--

I don't think the statement I gave to the police was right.

I-I-I was confused, and I'm still confused, but I wanna go back and tell them.

Who-- Tell-- tell 'em what?

Tell the police I think I hit somebody with my car that night.

[Harold scoffs]

What is it-- what is it?

Don't be mad.

No, I'm not-- I'm not--

I'm not-- I'm not mad.

I'm-- I'm just, um...

I mean, you-- you're remembering wrong.

I'm sorry, honey, but you're-- you were pretty messed up that night.

Your-- your mind's playing tricks on you.

No, I remember driving up the mountain.

I remember hosing down the car.

You were next to me.

Okay, listen to me.

Jean, you didn't do anything.

If you did, there'd be something wrong with the front of your car.

You didn't hit anybody.

I think you're just-- you're just imagining it.

It's just your brain made it up.

[Jean sighs]

Oh, God.

It's okay.

[Jean sighs]