05x17 - Save Me

[bunniefuu]

- Whoa!
- Where the hell's Jordan?

Since when is my job
keeping track of the staff.

You know, she's been late half
the time in the last two weeks.

Cut her some slack.

She's got a kid
to get to school now.

Jordan as mom.
Who thought that'd be a good idea?

Maybe the girl who has
nowhere else to go.

Come on, Kayla, you can't
be late for school again.

I'm coming!

You are not wearing that.

What's the big deal?

We've been over this.

I don't care what
the other girls have on.

You're wearing this.

You know teenage girls.

It takes them forever
to get ready for school.

What time did you leave?

: . I had to get to work.

Sarah said she'd take the bus.

Do you usually
drive her to school?

God, why didn't I wait for her?

The girl was still at home when
her dad left for work this morning.

He forgot a file, drove back
a half-hour late, and found this.

No body?

No sign of Sarah.

A violent struggle.

The amount of blood...

I don't think we're gonna
find her alive anywhere.

Type O positive.

Mr. Burdick,

you don't happen to know
your daughter's blood type.

Same as mine.

O positive.

She's dead, isn't she?

We don't know that, sir.

Is there anybody
who'd want to hurt her?

Unless it was Nate.

Who's he?

Schizophrenic.

Lives in a halfway house
run by that gentleman there.

Why do you think it's him?

He's the only one they allow
run of the neighborhood.

Then he must be stabilized
on medication.

If they were stabilized,
they wouldn't need the halfway house.

Find my daughter.

Find Sarah.

I'm surprised Bob Burdick
thinks Nate's involved.

Compared to the other neighbors,
he's been fairly supportive.

He didn't sound supportive to me.

Why do you put the schizos
with normal people.

Where would you suggest they go?

Why do you let Nate
wander around by himself?

Nate's considered recovering, Detective.

He's high-functionsing, on medication.

He make absolutely sure of that
before we turn them loose on normal people.

Okay, we're still gonna
have to talk to him.

I understand that.

Try not to use words like "schizo."

We prefer "people with schizophrenia."

Nate?

Excuse me.

Nate, open up!
Boston P.D.

How about "homicidal person
with schizophrenia?"

Eight s*ab wounds in total.

And I also found this.

It's a resin smudge made
proximate to the m*rder.

There's a spec of blood underneath.

Run everything you find.

Do a r*pe kit as well.

Did Nate talk to Sarah,
spend any time with her?

He did some yard work
for Bob Burdick,

so he was over there occasionally.

Sarah's father?

I told you that Bob Burdick
was better than the other neighbors.

Nate mostly keeps to himself,
listening to his music.

Was he violent?

Not since he was
on his medication.

I'd say he's off his meds.

You might want to check these out.

Sexy Songs for Sarah.

Sarah's Love Songs.

Sarah's Make-out Mix.

Looks like our boy Nate
had a little obsession.

He was doing so well. I...

sh*ts fired!
sh*ts fired!

Over here.

Drop the g*n!

We got him!
We got Nate!

Drop that g*n or I'll drop you.

Dad, do what he says.

All right.

Everybody else, back down now!

What are you doing?

We got that crazy son of a bitch.

Shut up, and I won't take you
in for f*ring that g*n.

Nate.

I need you
to raise your hands slowly.

Nate, do you unserstand me?

Nate, do you unserstand me?

Nate, stay still or
you're gonna get hurt.

Nate, I'm Lu. Okay?

Nobody wants anything bad
to happen here.

- We just need to talk to you.
- They told me.

- Told you what?
- About you.

That you would come.

Who's they?

Whatever fruit bats are
in this guy's head.

The guy's nuts, Lu.

Come on.

- Oh.
- Sorry!

Oh!

Okay, we need crosswalks in here.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, Garret's in on a warpath.

So what else is new?

Do you have any idea how hard
is to live with a teenage girl?

- Maybe you could...
- Oh, excuse me.

Cavanaugh.

What?

Okay, I'll be right there.
No, I'm coming.

Where are you going?

I'll be back.

Jordan, I got
three bodies coming in!

Yeah, I'll be back. I'm...

Who are these people?
[font color=D EFB ] Department of Social Services[/font]

Their name is Gruger.
[font color=D EFB ] Department of Social Services[/font]

They've been registered
foster parents for years.

Where do they live?

Middleton.

Everything Kayla knows
is in Boston.

Couldn't you find anyone here?

I tried.

Why the hell aren't you
on medical leave?

You were just sh*t.

We're so understaffed.
I can't afford to.

Are you kidding?

Look, tell me this.

These Grugers, do they know
that Kayla's father was m*rder*d

right in front of her?

That someone tried
to k*ll her too?

That she was raised
without a mother?

That uprooting her
at this point...

They've raised
a total of kids.

They have five now.

Five?
So Kayla would be number six?

Kayla makes seven.

They also have custody
of their grandson.

How old are these people?

In their s.

In their s and they
want to raise seven kids.

Uh-huh.

How much money are they getting?

per child per month.

They're good people, Dr. Cavanaugh.

How can they possibly give
Kayala the attention she deserves?

It's the best I can do.

Unless you want to keep her.

I can barely keep a housplant alive,

much less play full-time mom
to a teenage girl.

The Grugers it is.

What's today's excuse?

Same as yesterday's.

Mmm-hmm.

All sh*t to death
sitting in a car. Pick one.

Why are you doing this, Jordan?

Cause it's my job.

No, I'm talking about
playing at being a mother.

What do you know about it?

As much as you did
before you became a father.

Two-parent family.
Baby, not a teenager.

Full-time mother at home.

Yeah, glad to see there were no
rough spots along the way for you.

You know, if I were such
a bad candidate for motherhood,

why would Social Services ask me
to become a foster parent?

Well, you said no, right?

Yeah.

Why'd you say it like that?

Like what?

Like it was a ridiculous idea
beyond human comprehension.

Okay, you find slugs,
get Nigel to run the ballistics.

"Angel of Death."

Salyer.

"Dying to Live."

Edgar Winter.

"Death Don't Have No Mercy."

Wait a minute, hang on.

- Come on. Tick tock.
- No, no, no. Got it. Uh.

Blind Gary Davis.

Is this Sarah Burdick?

Yeah. Her father's
already ID'd her.

Uh, Jordan's looking for you, Nigel.
I think she's in Autopsy One.

Finally made it in, eh?

What, late again?

Jordan taking care of a child?
Please.

It's just until they find
Kayla a foster home.

Well, they'd better hurry
because Jordan's idea of

a home-cooked meal is reheating takeout.

I had dinner at Jordan's once.

What, takeout?

- No, chili.
- From a can?

Yeah, she was gonna
put cheese on it.

But the cheese was moldy?

And the lettuce for the salad...

Was, like, all brown and wilted?

Way beyond that.
It was unidentifiable.

Well, I hope the kid
likes reheated takeout.

The kid eats fine.

But I'll be glad to take
any advice you guys might have,

seeing as you're such
experienced parents.

I need you to run
some ballistics for me

when you're finished having fun.

Where's Dr. Williams?

He's on his way.

I'm not waiting.

Nate is off his meds.

Anything he says is inadmissible.

I arranged for Nate to be
placed in a locked facility

while he can get back
on his meds and stable.

We'll put him in the jail ward.

Look, he needs care.

She couldn't breathe.

That's what happens when
you s*ab somebody eight times.

Detective.

I know how this looks, but
I don't think Nate k*lled Sarah.

You're kidding me, right?

Her body's in his room.
Her blood is all over his clothes.

But it's not who he is.

As any person with schizophrenia,

he's more likely to hurt
himself than somebody else.

I was helping.

They told me to help.

How does it help to stick
a Kn*fe in somebody?

Detective!

The facility's fine.
The officers will go with you.

It's okay, Nate.
It's okay.

Do you want to blow the case?

Just trying to get
a nut job off the streets.

Then play by the rules.
We don't even know it was him.

People like Nate are more often
the victims, not the victimizers.

All right, you know what?

You can tell me to stop snoring,

you can tell me
to pick up my underwear,

and you can tell me
to change my tie,

but don't tell me
how to do my job.

You understand this is best.

You'll have two grownups
who know how to do this.

You were doing okay.

Thanks.

I'll wear whatever you want me to.
Don't make me go.

It was always temporary, Kayla.

The Grugers are here.

Jordan, could you excuse us?

Okay.

Yeah, okay.

I changed my mind.

I want her back.

What do I have to do?

We're gonna do
a background check.

Criminal record, family history,
credit report.

Then we'll visit
your home and work,

interview your supervisor
and co-workers.

You'll also need someone
to write a character reference.

My life under a microscope.

You'll need to fill
all of these out.

You sure you're up for this?

I guesss I have to be.

Absolutely.
No, I'm up. I'm ready.

Everything's great.
Couldn't be better.

You know I love you, Jordan,
but this is a terrible idea.

I didn't ask you
how you feel, Garret.

You want me to tell
a social worker
you'd make a good foster parent,

you're gonna have to
listen to my opinion.

Kayla has no one, Garret.
I'm it.

Lots of kids have no one.
You gonna take them all in?

What the hell kind
of argument is that?

I can't solve homelessness either,

but at least I can give five bucks
to the guy in an alleyway.

You don't know the first thing about
raising children, let alone a teenager.

Do you have any idea
how difficult they can be?

I know that they're moody
and snarky and hormonal.

The last two weeks,
the things I have seen.

Oh, two weeks and
you know it all, huh?

No, but I know she needs me.

I know I can do this.

You're obsessive.
You're a workaholic.

You have no idea
what you're getting into.

Well, did you?

Did you walk away
when you figured out

how hard it was
to be a father?

Oh, I guess you did.

You are not temperamentally
suited to motherhood.

Oh, is that what you're going
to tell the social worker?

Wow. After all the crap
you put me through this year.

I was always there for you.

Glad to see you've got my back.

The r*pe kit was negative.

What about the resin
smudge on her cheek?

It was lip balm,
as in for chapped lips.

And since the blood
was underneath it...

He kissed her after he k*lled her.

Right.

Could you pull trace from that?

Working on it.

If we're lucky,
we'll find saliva.

But we did find semen.

But if she wasn't r*ped...

If was commingled with the blood
on the floor in her bedroom.

So you mean the k*ller...

Gave the old one-g*n salute.

Played a little five on one.

Boxed the clown?

Okay, she gets it.

DNA's gonna take a while though.

Separating blood from semen is
like pulling molars from a possum.

They have the most teeth
of any North American mammal.

I like her.

Pulling DNA won't help us unless
we've got something to compare it to.

Well, if we can't
interrogate our suspect,

I'll get a warrant for his DNA.

She wants me.

She's crazy for me.

- Patsy Cline.
- Willie Nelson.

Ross Perot.

He sang it at his
nominating convention.

Oh, hey, good.

Listen, I'm sorry that
I snapped at you earlier.

- Sometimes I just get a little...
- It's a flaw.

I know.

In an otherwise perfect self.

Woody?

- Hey, Lu.
- Hey.

Could I talk to you for a second?

Yeah, just, uh...

I... I got to get a warrant.

Okay.

I will catch up with you.

Hey. What's up?

I need someone to write me
a letter of recommendation.

For what?

To become a foster parent.

Okay. That's big.

Yeah, it's really big.

But... I'm not really sure
that I'm your best choice.

Oh, you too?

You think I'm
some kind of freak

who couldn't possibly
in a million years

have anything to offer a child?

No, it's not that at all.
It's just that I...

have a few black marks
on my file.

And it probably doesn't help
that I went off the deep end last year.

Excuse me. Um...

Cavanaugh.

A home visit today?

Excuse me.

Isn't that kind of short notice?

- I'll call you.
- Okay, yeah.

No, Carolyn, I understand.

That's fine.
No, really.

So I'll see you at : .
Bye.

Hey, Nate.
I'm Detective Simmons.

Do you remember?

Lu?

How are you feeling?

Sometimes it takes a while
for the meds to stabilize.

I hate the meds.

I can't play my guitar.

Nate, I need to
take a DNA sample.

It doesn't hurt.

It's just rubbing a swab
inside of your cheek.

Why?

Well, we found some DNA at the crime
scene we'd like to compare it to.

Is that okay?

No.

We have to do this, Nate.
I have a warrant.

Go away.

She's trying to be nice.

This isn't something
we need your consent for.

Hey.

Open your mouth,
or I'll open it for you.

Would you open your mouth, please?

Thank you, Nate.

Hey, Jordan.

Are you applying to be
Kayla's foster mother?

Lil, if you came here
to talk me out of this,

you can save your breath.

No. I just want to make sure
that you've thought this through.

Yes, I have.

I thought I could make
a difference in Kayla's life,

and I thought my friends
would be supportive.

Jordan, we are.

Well, you got a funny way
of showing it.

You don't think I've got
some doubts about this?

What if Garret's right?

What if I'm not
temperamentally suited?

Well,

you are the only
person in Kayla's life

who knows what
she's going through.

You mean about her dad.

Does she talk about him?

No. I tried a couple of times,
but she's not ready.

Well, when she is ready

she'll be lucky to have you.

I know.
Not exactly a proper bed.

But a two-bedroom just
opened up on the sixth floor.

I've put in an application.

So what time do you get off work?

I don't really punch a clock.

Kayla tells me that you're always
at home when she gets out of school.

Well, not always.

So how long is she here
alone usually?

I can cut back on my hours.

And we're looking into
after-school activities.

Okay. Thank you.

That's it?

For now.

I have an interview with
Dr. Macy this afternoon.

So did we pass?

Look, I'll be honest.

Your biggest problem is your job.

My job that pays the bills
that will keep her clothed and fed.

Your second problem
is that attitude.

What I was going to say is
if you can work out your hours,

I think this is looking good.

Good.

That's good.

It's nice to see you, Kayla.

Yeah, you, too, Miss Macelli.

Bye.

Jordan?

A foster parent?

Like, she's officially
the girl's mother now?

She's trying to be.
That's why she got mad at us.

What a horrible idea.

She could be a great mother.
You never know.

You can look at the evidence
and make a pretty good guess.

How many times has she jumped in
to get Macy off your back?

How many times has
she covered your work

so you could go do something else?

Are we her friends or aren't we?

Hey, any luck with that DNA
that we sent over?

Still working on the semen, but...

we did pull some saliva
from the lip balm.

We're running Nate's DNA
against it right now.

That's nice music.

Yeah. It's Nate.

I found it in his CD collection.
He's good.

It's a match.

It doesn't prove that
Nate k*lled her, but

she's the one that kissed
her cheek after she was dead.

Okay, let's see if
his meds have kicked in

and we can get
an admissible confession.

"Confessions of a Broken Heart."

Lindsay Lohan.

That's not music.

Liberty House not only
decreased our property values,
[font color=D EFB ] Jerry Miller
Liberty House nighbor[/font]

it brought a k*ller
into our community.

Our kids, come here, son,
deserve to be safe.

We have over signatures
from concerned neighbors

who want Liberty House shut down.

Where are they supposed to go?

Somebody else's neighborhood.

Come on, this happens across
the street from where you live,

and you're not gonna
have a problem with it?

Sorry.
Hell of a day.

We're short a couple of nurses
and a patient went into labor.

This door's supposed to be locked.

This is Latham.
I need a lockdown on E.

Check every room!

I'm gonna grab the back entrance!

I'd tell you
if Nate had been here.

He's not safe out there.

Does he have any family
in the area?

No, they basically wrote him off
after he was diagnosed.

Like they thought schizophrenia
was some bad lifestyle choice.

Any idea where he may have gone?

He lived on the street
for two years.

He could be anywhere.

You let him get away.

We're gonna find him.

Is that before or after
he kills somebody else?

This used to be
a good neighborhood.

You wanna arrest somebody,
arrest him.

He's the one that brought
the maniacs here.

Okay, sir, back off.

There are children
on the block.

And not one of them feels safe.

You guys are just, what,
strolling aound like

- there's nothing urgent going on here.
- Every officer who is on duty

has a picture of Nate Preven.

And they are actively
looking for him.

Well, he better not
come back here.

And you, just keep the rest
of them locked up.

And make some real quick plans
to move the nut farm someplace else.

Or what?

Any more problems,
give me a call.

I see that Dr. Cavanaugh
worked here several years ago

and then abruptly left
without even giving notice?

Why?

You'll have to ask her that.

I will.

What's your answer?

I don't have one.

So you just hired her without
even discussing it with her?

She happens to be
a brilliant M.E.

You're being evasive.
Why?

I'm trying to
answer your questions.

No, you're not.

Do you think that Dr. Cavanaugh
will make a good foster parent?

Once Jordan decides
she wants something,

there's no stopping her.

If she wants to do this, she'll be
the best foster parent you've got.

Can it wait, guys?

I'm Nigel Townsend.

Uh, Dr. Vijay.
We've met.

We'd like to put
our two cents worth in.

About Dr. Cavanaugh.

She really cares about this girl.

Which means she will move heaven
and earth to do right by her.

Because when Jordan's on your side,

she's really, absolutely,
completely...

On your side.

You have any specifics on how
this is gonna work for Kayla?

Well, um, I mean, we...

we haven't really spent any time
with the girl, so, uh...

But we know Jordan...

It's nice to see Dr. Cavanaugh
has so many friends here.

My concern is Kayla.

Excuse me.

DNA'll take a couple more minutes.

Anybody want some coffee?

Half caff non-fat
cappuccino, please.

Coming right up.

I was kidding.

No DNA match found?

What?

Nate's DNA doesn't match
the semen deposit.

So he kissed her,
but that's all.

There's nothing putting him
in Sarah's room.

And there's where
she was k*lled.

So Nate did not s*ab Sarah.

Detective Simmons.

On our way.

What happened?

I don't know, I drove up
and found Nate like this.

Anybody wanna tell me
who's responsible for this?

All right,

let me tell you

that you b*at up the wrong guy.

Nate Preven did not k*ll Sarah.

Says who?

What the hell
are you tryng to pull?

It was not a stranger crime.

Whoever k*lled Sarah
is probably right here.

In this community.

One of your neighbors.

Maybe it was you.

Hey!

It's all right.
It's all right, let him go.

Call up Nigel.

Have him meet us at the ER.

We'll pull trace off of Nate.

See if we can nail the bastard
who b*at him up.

I know who my money's on.

Hi!

Hey.

Uh,

what are you doing?

If you can do something
huge for me,

the least I can do
is help out some.

Thanks.
But, uh, I mean...

don't feel like you have to.

You're not a servant.

Oh, I know how
to do this stuff.

I used to do it all the time.

For my dad.

Oh.

Dad was kind of...

not neat.

And I know that...

he got mixed up
in some bad stuff.

But we did okay, me and him.

He was a good dad.

I miss him.

I know.

I know.

Ignore it.

No, I have...

I gotta blow my nose anyway.

Bad timing for a surprise visit.

Yeah, well, can I speak to you?

Out here?

I could tell Kayla
if you don't want to.

No.
No, that's okay, I can do it.

Uh...

So, um, what happens next?

I think you know
the answer to that.

But my mom's dead.
She d*ed when I was three.

My dad told me.

No, she've been living in Vermont.

Dealing with some personal issues.

She wants you
to come live with her.

My dad wouldn't lie to me
about that.

I don't know why he said
what he did, but it wasn't true.

He must have had
a good reason, then.

Something must be
real wrong with her.

She's coming to Boston.
She'll be here tomorrow.

I don't care!
I'm not going with her.

I don't even know her.

Let's get to know her and then
we'll see where we are, okay?

Please, Jordan.

Don't make me go.

I wanna stay with you.

Please.

Just let me stay with you.

What about John Fahey?
'Cause I've always loved him.

You ever hear the
"Blind Joe Death" album?

Why'd you run, Nate?

I can't stand hospitals.

I was going to get my stuff.

And take off.

Skin under the nails.

Nate, the evidence is telling us
that you didn't k*ll Sarah.

We need your help
to figure out who did.

Sarah was nice to me.

She gave me the CDs.

The CDs we found in your room.

The ones with her name on them.

Do you know
who gave them to her?

Someone with bad taste in music.

Do you know if anybody on the block
had a thing for Sarah?

Sarah and her dad were the only
ones who would talk to me.

You know who att*cked you?

Somebody hit me from behind.

I tried to fight back.

You find enough to pull
a DNA profile on whoever did this?

Plenty.

I was trying to help Sarah.

But she was dead.

And I kissed her.

John Fahey, he's pretty good.

I like his stuff.

Where's Kayla?

School.

I'm Jordan Cavanaugh.

Lori Dawson.

Kayla's mother.

Thank you for taking care of her.

So, where have you been
all of her life?

This is not appropriate.

But it's appropriate to
had the kid over to the mother

who abandoned her,
what, years ago?

The department asks these questions.

It's okay.

I was years old
when I got pregnant.

Not much old than Kayla is now.

Eddie and I were way too
young to have children.

So that's why you walked out.

By the time I was ,
I was an addict.

I have been in recovery
for a year and a half.

And I wanna be
a mother to my daughter.

So where have you been
for that year and a half?

I've tried to see Kayla.
Eddie wouldn't let me.

He kept moving her.

And I have been
looking for her ever since.

Well, Kayla doesn't wanna see you.

She's a minor.
She doesn't have a choice.

She's old enough to have a say.

What are my options?

You've got one.

You bring Kayla here
right after school.

Or I'm gonna have to
involve the police.

I'll get a lawyer,
I'll fight it.

You've know the girl
a few weeks.

No court's gonna side
with you against her mother.

Her drug addict mother.

Is that what you
want Kayla to hear?

Your lawyer ripping
her mother apart?

Making her a monster
in Kayla's eyes.

So that even if
you do get custody,

you're the one
who shredded her mom.

She wants to stay with me.

Now that her mother's alive,
how long do you think that'll last?

Tomorrow or next week or next year
she's gonna wanna know her mom.

What are you gonna do then?

Well, if that's what she wants,
I'm not gonna stand in her way.

Isn't that what you're doing now?

No, she doesn't wanna go!

But she's a child.

Who's had to raise herself.

Who's had to be a grownup
her whole life.

She deserves to be
taken care of now.

Who says her mother
can't do that?

It was just starting
to go well, Garret.

She was just opening up to me.

Okay, then you did good.

No, I'm not a quitter.

This isn't about quitting, Jordan.

It's about letting go.

You're lucky.

Getting a second chance
to know your mom.

Even though it doesn't
feel like it right now.

But one day you'll realize
what a gift that is.

What do I say to her?

Well, what do you want
to say to her?

I know she has a lot of stuff
she wants to tell you.

Yeah, like what?

Like why she walked out on me
and never looked back?

Like my dad felt
she was so horrible

that he had to tell me
she was dead?

You can ask all those things.

You don't want me.

You're relieved, aren't you?

Now you can go back to living
your life the way it was.

No.

Kalya, no.

You're in my life now.

Your mom's moving back here
so you can stay

in the same school
and have the same friends.

And I hope to be one of them.

Okay?

Okay?

I got no problems
admitting I was wrong.

- The schizo did not do it.
- You could just as easily have said

the guitarist did not do it.

Or, the musician did not do it.

- Or, the nut job, or...
- All right, enough.

You're just tryig to
get a rise out of me.

I'm sorry, Detective Simmons.
Or should I say Doctor or Ma'am?

Or honeycakes?

You know, if anyone's crazy
around here, it's you.

Good news, bad news.

And I suppose you could call it
bad news, bad news,

depending on how you look at it.

We'll take any news.

Bad news first.

I easily extracted DNA from the skin
we found under Nate's fingernails.

That's good news.

Except for the fact that
it doesn't match the DNA

I pulled off of
Jerry Miller's cigarette.

Or anyone else in the database,
for that matter.

We're gonna have to
get DNA samples from

anybody in the neighborhood.

Don't you want to
hear the good news?

I thought we already got it.

While I was waiting
on the results,

I decided to check Miller's DNA

against the semen
we found in Sarah's room.

You know, just to be thorough.

And I'm always thorough.

Did it match?

Afraid not.

More bad news.

Except that the two samples
were a near match.

Near match,
what does that get us?

Well, without getting all technical,
what it tells us

is that Sarah's k*ller

is a close male relative of...
the cigarette tosser.

Eric had nothing to do with
b*ating up that schizo.

I see what you mean, schizo
sounds so bad when he says it.

Mr. Miller, we're arresting your son

for the m*rder of Sarah Burdick.

That's your arrest warrant.

We'll get this
straightened out, son.

We also got a search warrant.

You'll see one of the items listed
is your son's MP player.

What are you doing?

What are you talking about?

Ah, "Sexy songs for Sarah."

"Sarah's Love Mix."

"Sarah's Make-out Mix."

You want me to go on?

So what happened, Eric?

You made this music for Sarah

and she turned around
and gave it to the crazy guy?

He probably stole the CDs.

Mr. Burdick gave him
the run of the yard.

I told Burdick to keep the psycho
away from his daughter.

Do you understand
what's going on here?

Nate Preven did not k*ll
that girl, your son did.

That's not possible,
Eric and Sarah were friends.

She liked the lunatic more
than she like you, didn't she?

She took your carefully compiled
love songs and gave them to Nate.

She betrayed you.

Don't say anything else.

- I'm getting a lawyer.
- That's a good idea.

You're still under arrest, Eric.

But we don't ask him any more
questions until a lawyer gets here.

Son.

Son, it's gonna be all right.

But Dr. Williams says that
you're responding better

to the news dose of meds.

It'll never be enough.

I'll never be like
what I used to.

Nate, just because you aren't
that person anymore

doesn't mean that you have to
have a crappy life.

Hey.

Heard you're gonna be here
for another couple days

and I thought you might want this.

No,

the meds ruin it.

The demons in my head are music.

When no demons, then no music.

I'm sorry, Nate, that you have
such a rotten choice.

And I'm sorry that
I was such a jerk.

Yeah, you were.

If the music is there,

it's there.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I, uh, brought you this.

What is it?

The letter you asked me to write.

You know, the character reference.

Thanks, but I don't
really need it anymore.

Yeah, I heard.
I'm very sorry about that.

It wasn't meant to be.

Well, read it anyway.

Thanks, I needed this.

You're gonna make
a great mom, Jordan.

Whenever it's meant to be.

Come on, let me take
you out for dinner.

Uh, you have plans.

Yeah, but I'll cancel.

No.

No, go ahead. I, uh,

I should probably stay here
and try to process all of this.

You sure?

Yeah.

Go ahead.