01x02 - The Movie in Your Mind

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Previously onFatal Attraction...

There it is, the face. No wonder
they're gonna make you judge.

Ooh, heard your 40th
birthday's coming up.

That's young for a judge.

So, the appointment?
It's not happening.

What? What are
you talking about?

I'm Alex Forrest.

Alex. Dan Gallagher.

Daniel
Michael Gallagher,

convicted of m*rder
in the second degree,

given a sentence of
15 years to life.

Every day that
I have been in here,

I have thought about
Alexandra Forrest.

I chose to take her life.

My father might be

- up for parole.
- I need to say this

even if you don't believe me.

I did not k*ll that
woman Alex Forrest,

and I'm going to prove it.

And Mike walks in,

said, "Which one of you
is Gallagher? Come here."

- sh*t.
- Oh, yeah.

Says, "Look, your
dad is a legend,

"but he's also a prick,

"and there's a lot of
people that would love

"to watch you f*ck up
'cause they hate him,

"and he is the reason
you got this job.

But I, Mike, will always
be here to protect you."

And his reward, of course, is...

being send to Pacoima
on Friday night

to see if there's a
body in the trunk.

Is your dad still with us?

- Not even a little.
- Hmm.

Wow, you really were not
kidding about you and meatballs.

In fairness,

there's only, what, like,
seven total ingredients

in a meatball that you can
combine in only so many ways,

and so really, how bad...
Or how much better...

Could it really get? Really?

So, what you're saying is,
the problem with meatballs

is their extreme reliability?

- Yes. Yes.
- Okay.

So, we both like meatballs,

- we both like cookies.
- Mm-hmm.

-Conchita. We both like Conchita.
-Yes.

Man, did you luck out with her.

I mean, we all did, really,
to have a woman like that

in that position
who has seen it all

and still believes in people?

Or really, believes in
believing in people?

That's probably a
better way to put it.

Yeah, saves us all
from becoming cynics.

Right, if that's the goal.

- Go on.
- I think cynicism

is probably the
danger in your lane,

but in ours, it's more...

compassion fatigue?

You know, you see so many
helpless people, wh...

you start to blame them
for their own helplessness.

Hmm.

Okay, well, maybe...

I didn't mean cynicism,
exactly, more...

- a failure of empathy.
- Right.

Right, because if you're
guarding against that,

and you're looking
for the good, then...

it can make you easier to fool.

Right? But You have to
keep reminding yourself,

it's better to be a fool

than be angry at people
for not having power.

Uh, I don't know. Then
again, my dad used to say

that a-a cynic is what an
idealist calls a realist,

so, really, I guess
I have no idea

what I'm telling you right now.

Here's to it all.

I do something to you, Danny?

No. What did I do to you?

'Cause I just got your
foot all the way up my a*s,

- so it's got to be something.
- Is this is about the drive-by case?

17-year-old kid they ex*cuted.

Witness ID'd the car and all
four guys, first and last names.

Just charge. It's
your f*cking job.

- Two Buds and a 7 and 7.
- You put something down

on your tab right now
or it's closed, Suarez.

Jerry's not saying that.

Because he hasn't seen your
tab. You want me to show him?

I want you to get
a*s cancer, chicken d*ck.

Nice.
You're a real prince.

- Oh, my God. No, it's okay.
- No, don't. You don't like it.

- No, no, no, it's okay. I will drink it.
- No, no, no.

- I'm gonna drink it.
- You're crying. You're crying.

Okay, we're gonna cross
this off the list, okay?

Don't worry, there are plenty
of other margaritas here,

that are probably
more your speed.

Strawberry? A classic.

Banana?

- Coconut? You say coconut?
- Oh, Jesus.

Okay. Watermelon.

These are my speeds to
you? Excuse me, sir?

Sir, could I have
one of those beers

- that I was drinking earlier?
- Of course.

- Thank you.
- Whoops.

And, you know,
I do like spicy, actually.

Sure you do.

No, like my-my
dad liked camping.

Meaning that I don't?

Meaning that you
do, but you know,

you just like it until
the sun goes down.

And then you pretend
like you're worried

about your daughter
catching a cold

and you blame it on her mother for...

not dressing her warmly
enough so you can just go home

- and sleep in your own bed.
- This is gonna feel like it's not related,

but the other day, I was
driving past a drive-through,

and it reminded
me that my father

would never, ever
use drive-throughs.

He didn't have enough
control over the situation.

So we'd have to
park, we'd go inside,

and then he would just
rule over the proceedings.

My dad, he
would always call me

from another room, but he would
never tell me what he wanted.

Right? So I'd have to just
drop everything I was doing,

go to wherever he was,
so he could be like,

"Water is wet."

Anytime anybody would bring
up something that my father

didn't know, he would
just start loudly blaring,

"How is this a topic
of conversation?

Why is this
interesting to anyone?"

One time I made the mistake

of saying that a movie
that he liked was dated...

Yeah... and two hours
later, he's screaming at me

about how he hopes he
never needs a kidney,

because clearly, I would
rather watch him f*cking die.

That's a proportionate response.

- Yeah.
- My dad was still complaining

till the day he died about
the guitar he bought me

in fifth grade that didn't
turn me into Eric Clapton.

When did that
happen, by the way?

Were you already head of
Major Crimes when he died?

Uh, no, no. Just about.

- And had he been head of Major Crimes?
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, he was Chief Deputy D.A.,
which allowed him to pretend

- that Major Crimes was not a big deal.
- Right.

And, of the 35-ish cases that
I worked up to that point,

he did not come to see
me try a single one.

He used say things that implied

that he'd been in court
watching me on this or that day,

and eventually, people just
believed him, so I let them.

Hmm. And what did Mike
have to say about that?

Nothing. I never told him.

I mean...

I actually never told anybody.

Well.

It's probably for the best.

Yeah, no, at this
point, I'm pretty glad

- that he was never there.
- No. No.

I mean because
you're not as good

at your job as
you think you are.

At least 40% of those
wins, the jurors

were probably listening
to a word you said.

They were too busy
watching your mouth.

I'm going to the ladies' room.

- Yeah.
- She wasn't there.

-What?
-The trunk. Sylvie Rubidoh's not in it.

Oh, f*ck this f*cking sh*t. I'm going home.

I wanted to ask you, uh...

what are your thoughts
on Steve Park?

- Fraud Bureau Steve Park?
- Yes.

I've been assigned
to a case of his,

- but I've never met him, so...
- Well,

um... smart guy.

Slightly an enormous
as*h*le, but...

- Okay.
- But a smart guy. Oh!

- Oh, my God.
- Come on, come on.

Sitzfleisch.

That's somebody who has patience

for a lot of mind-numbingly
boring stuff.

They have sitzfleisch.

So, like, when I'm in case
review, that's sitzfleisch?

Exactly. Yeah, "seat meat."

Oh, my favorite one

is when you eat too much
because you're sad or lonely

and you-you put on a couple
pounds of kummerspeck:

"Grief bacon."

Verschlimmbesserung,

that's when you make
a bad situation worse.

Like you're trying to
apologize to somebody

for calling them stupid and
you accidentally call them old.

That is a weirdly
specific example.

Pardon my arm.

Or when you

think about something
that hasn't happened yet,

and all the ways that
it could go: Kopfkino.

"Head cinema." The
movie in your mind.

Thanks for the German lesson.

Feel like I could go over
there and just fit right in.

Oh, yeah. Like a
native. Seamless.

Go Huskies.

"Their fighting blood excels."

Thank you for tonight.

It was, uh...

Yeah. Well.

You need one of those every
once in a while, right?

Just to remember...

whatever it is you need
to remember, I don't know.

I was really going
somewhere with that,

but now it's-it's gone.

Oh, my f*cking God.

Oh, my f*cking God!

Quincy?

Quincy! Get in here right now.

What did you do? What is this?

Since when can you not
make it through the night?

- Hello.
- Hey, um, my wife

has a full-house deep clean

- scheduled for Tuesday.
- Gallagher.

- You're moving, right?
- Yeah. That's us.

Um, look, I'm sure
this is not possible,

given that it's the
weekend and everything,

but I kind of have a
911 situation here.

My dog was left
alone for too long

and he kind of
tore up the house.

I already took care
of the hazmat portion,

- but I can still...
- So you need someone today?

Could you do 11:00?

Yes.
Yeah. Absolutely.

That is...

Thank you, man. You
are a lifesaver.

Great. We'll see you then.

- Hello?
- Hey, Danny. It's me.

Hey.

- Everything okay?
- What? Oh, no, sorry.

Well, Julia's actually
handling the chemo

really well this
round for a change.

Nothing wrong there.

Good. That's good to hear.

Beth asked Julia to
check in with you

while she's off
camping with Ellen,

and Julia asked me to do it.

Anyway, you get it.

Consider yourself
checked in with.

- Yeah, I do. I am.
- Cool.

Oh, and also, while I have
you, about that judge sh*t?

Hey, just, hey, f*ck those guy.

They're making a big mistake.

They don't seem to think so.

Well, they're assholes,
so they wouldn't.

Here if you need us, okay? Bye.

It's weird, every time

I say what a perfect
day would be for me,

it always has the
beach in it, but...

I never come.

I think this is the third time
I've been here since September.

Or the first.

I just like knowing I could,
but I never do, either.

Also, I always
forget that there's

- a lot of wind at the beach.
- Mm.

Yeah. I'm not really
a fan of that.

- Of wind? Really?
- Really.

- Yeah, f*ck wind.
- Mm-hmm.

What are some other things
you pretend to like?

Um...

Live music.

My neighbors. Ugh.

Museums.

In fact, I might have to go

a few steps further
and just say art.

Hmm.

Hats. On anyone.

Just so stupid. Why?

- Traveling.
- Ugh. The worst.

Anything that I need to
"develop a taste for."

And the holidays.

- Feedback.
- Mm.

Any kind of feedback.

Mm-hmm. Honesty.

- Listening.
- Other people's success.

- Myself.
- Well, obviously.

Ooh, sh*t.

What about running on the beach?

- You into that?
- I mean, I'll do it for him.

Come on, puppy.

- Come on, puppy.
- Come here, pup.

Come here, come here, come here.

You look so innocent.

You want a cup to go?

Uh, no, I'm good.
I'm good, thanks.

I'm still wired
after the first one.

Thank you for today.

It was great.

It kind
of really was.

Which is just my luck.

Bye, Quincy.

You stay classy, buddy.

He's not making any promises.

No,
babe, it's a two-hour drive

from El Capitan with no traffi,

but the kids want
to stop for lunch.

What's this lunch sh*t?
Just come home already.

You're gonna be at work anyway.

Mm-mm. Maureen promises

she's getting me home
at a decent hour.

So if you're not there when
I get home, big trouble.

Sir, yes, sir.

Mike says hi. Hello?

If you can hear me, I
love you. Drive safe.

They do anything at that
school besides camping?

That's unfair, Mikey.
They also fundraise.

Yes. Yeah.

I'm gonna charge Evan
Rubidoh with m*rder.

Really? You know
something I don't know?

- Like what?
- Like where Sylvie's body is?

Doesn't matter. We have enough.

Yeah, if you're
sure, you know I am.

Oh, by the way, he is
slightly in the wind.

We're gonna find him,
but... we got to find him.

You just let me know
when you pick him up.

Dang. I hope heaven
is like this.

Hey.

- Hey.
- In case anyone asks,

you and I are reviewing
a case tonight after EOB.

Who's anyone, and what case?

Well, my matricide. There
are a lot of angles.

We will be going late, and
definitely ordering dinner.

And then you'll say we
have to turn off our phones

because we have to concentrate.

Ugh. I hate to
break this to you,

but I'm going home early today.

- What? What... Why?
- Beth and Ellen are getting home

from camping at El
Capitan this afternoon.

sh*t. Um...

Well, um, Phil. Is Phil in here?

You know, he was. But
he got his food to-go.

- Mm. b*ll s*ck.
- b*ll s*ck Phil.

You know, I'd take that face
on you a lot more seriously

if you managed to stay married

for more than a year
at a time, Mikey.

- D'oh.
- I got to go.

Hey, excuse me for preferring
loneliness to shame, Frank.

sh*t, I thought
you were the pizza.

Nope.

How was it?

How was four days
of forced intimacy

with the entire second
grade and their parents?

Um...

- How was it?
- You were in the sh*t.

I saw things I can't unsee.

Well, you're safe now.

Hey, why is there an invoice

from the cleaning
service on the counter?

- Uh...
- I thought they weren't coming till tomorrow.

And also, what happened
to the couch pillows?

The orange one, the plaid one?

Basically all of them?

Yeah.

Quincy ate them.

What? He never...
He's never done that.

I know, that's what
I thought, too,

but I came home from work
really late on Friday

and he had just gone apeshit
and torn the place up.

How late?

He ate the-the pillows,

his dog bed, the
Patriots blanket,

also, uh, his little
crinkly elephant.

- He ate a basket of magazines?
- What?

Is he okay? Does he
need to go to the vet?

Oh, no. He's fine.

He puked it and sh*t it
all up all over the house.

Jesus.

Thank God we're moving.

Maybe this will
teach you to hang out all night

like a scoundrel without
a care in the world.

Well, you don't have
to worry about that,

because you're never
going anywhere ever again.

- Hi.
- Hi. How are you?

Mmm.

Mmm.

Your hair smells like campfire.

What? No it doesn't.

I hate to be the one to
break it to you, but it does.

- I washed it. Ugh.
- I know. It's okay.

I like it. I'm into it.

Yeah, you are.

Hey.

I think your boobs grew.

Seriously, I think
all the s'mores

went right to your boobs.

- Ellen. Ellen.
- What? Oh, my God.

So, you can't fall asleep?

Or you fall asleep
and then you wake up?

- I wake up.
- Hmm.

Any aches or pains?

Maybe down in your legs,
like what we talked about?

- Mm, from me getting taller.
- That's right.

No.

When you wake up,
is it like waking up

from a dream, maybe a bad dream?

No.

But when you wake up,
you're not scared?

No.

Maybe worried, though.

Well, you don't
have to be worried, Sluggo.

That's my job.

You know, I think it's time
maybe we get you a big-girl bed.

Something with feet, maybe?

Not completely on the ground.

If it's on the ground, then
nothing can be under it.

That's a very good point.

Mm-hmm.

His guilt or innocence

isn't on you to determine.

Whether he's guilty or
what he's guilty of...

He says he's not.

None of it is your
responsibility.

Your only responsibility
here is to your own safety.

And setting boundaries with
him that are gonna allow you

to maintain that safety.

Well, I mean, like...

he has my cell
number and my email,

but he doesn't know
where I live or anything.

And I'm only gonna meet him
in public places for now.

Which you don't ever
have to stop doing.

Just so you know, you
don't ever have to let him

any closer than
you already have.

You don't have to do
any of this, at all.

And you don't have to know
how you feel about it.

About him.

At least, not right now.

I don't know how I feel.

Well, but let me
ask you something.

If you could script this

to be the way that
you wanted it to go,

if you could have the
ideal relationship

with him going forward,

have you thought about
what that would be?

Morning, boss.

Sorry.

So, Judge Watson's law
secretary just called me.

- Okay.
- Watson's publishing on Maddox tomorrow,

a-and he's denying
defendant's motion to suppress

- the g*n in full.
- Well, well, well.

Look at you, developing
your own whisper network.

See you later.

- Good work.
- Thank you.

Hi.

- Hi.
- How's it going?

What if I told you this was
coffee mixed with Red Bull?

Oh, my God. Is that even good?

- Jesus.
- I mean, I can hear colors,

so I don't know if
you think that's good,

but good is subjective, right?

I got to get out of here.

Light them up. Show
them how it's done.

No, I love it.

The voice, the hair.

The hatred of due process.

I-I do have to lock my dog
up when she's on, though,

because her voice
drives him nuts.

Yips his a*s off.

Tot Mom Casey Anthony

with her hair in a ponytail,

like some demonic
cheerleader from hell,

- expects us to believe...
- My God.

- Wow.
- She makes it all seem so simple.

Good, evil.

Guilty as sin, lying
through their teeth.

Big hair, small hair...

- Because she's a nihilist.
- Yeah.

And her eyes must
be dry as sh*t,

'cause she blinks,
like, twice a show.

So, did you want to
ask me something?

I mean, I'm fine just
talking about Nancy.

Yes, no, I...

I got distracted. I was just
so excited about my lunch.

- Mm-hmm.
- Um...

My coma vic, the one
at Saint Matthew's.

Um, yeah, uh, Melissa?

So close. Tracy.

- How's she doing?
- Doctors think she's likely.

And she's all I got
against the ex-boyfriend.

So, if she does go, of
course it becomes a homicide,

but I've got nothing
to charge him with.

I was hoping one of your
people could sit on her.

In case she wakes up,
even for a brief moment,

they can try to get a statement.

Oh, broad-spectrum
thinking. I like it.

Who's the-the woman who
pinch-hit for you on Siddiquis?

- Alice?
- Uh, Alex.

Alex. That's right.

Yeah, I
mean, that could work.

Do you want to brief her
or do you want me to...

No, no, no. You got
that. She seemed smart.

I'll have Maureen
send over the details.

Excuse me, excuse me. All
of my people are smart.

Well, excuse me, excuse me,
all of my people are not,

and neither are yours.

Okay, yeah.

Keith's dock doesn't
exactly make it all the way

to the water, I
guess. Oh, hey.

You should be about
to be a judge.

In
the dream Jung was describing,

he was on the first floor of a
house decorated like his own.

But in one corner, there
was a beautiful staircas,

and when he went down it,
he found a brick cellar,

and in the corner of the
floor there was a stone

with a metal ring.

And he lifted it and below it
were bones and two human skull.

Jung was on a trip
to America with Freud

when he had this dream, and
when he told Freud about i,

Freud said, "Well, obviously,

it means you want to
get rid of your wife."

Hey, Mike. It's Dan.

I am sipping a cup of coffee,

waiting for my daughter.

Have not used a bunch of
those words in a while.

Um...

Look, it'd be good to...

good to catch up, so...

this is my phone number.

I saw your website.
Or webpage, maybe.

I don't know, not
the most modern...

Whatever. Um...

Yeah, I just, I hope
to hear from you soon.

Thanks, bye.

Jung
called that process

of uncovering the
aspects of self

hidden in our unconscious
"individuation."

The first stage was to confront
what he called the persona,

a structure made up of the
societal masks we wear.

Child, parent,
boss, friend, lover.

And to confront those
masks and separate them

from our true self.

The next stage of individuation

is confrontation
with our shadow.

- Sorry.
- Oh.

I should have coughed or something.

I-I just wanted to
update you on Tracy.

- Sims.
- There's an update?

Yes. Uh, well, I mean, not...

Not for long. She's
unconscious again,

but I was able to talk to her.

- Okay.
- And she ID'd him.

Jonathan Coleman. She said
he was the one who beat her.

Would you, please, come in?

The nurses, they seem to
be a bit more optimistic?

Uh, what do I know? But...

worse comes to worst,
I'll at least be able

to officially testify to
her dying declaration, so...

Thank Jesus.

Go home with a victory.

- You earned it.
- Thanks.

But I have so much
catch-up to do.

Some idiot has been making
me hang out at the hospital

until all hours on
this case of his.

- What?
- Yeah.

- f*ck that guy.
- So, anyway,

think I'm gonna go outside
and get some fresh air,

- wake myself up a bit.
- Such as it is.

The sidewalks this time of
year have a complicated aroma.

Sidewalks? No, no, no. No.

Sidewalks are for suckers.
I'm going to the roof.

- Have you never been to the roof?
- I have never even heard

- of anyone going up there.
- Or nobody told you about it,

because they wanted
it to stay cool.

- Mm.
- To be fair,

it's not the
commonest knowledge.

And, you know, there's
always a chance

that somebody
realizes that the jamb

to the fire door
needs to be replaced.

Wait, wait, wait.

Are you actually concerned

that something broken in this
building might get fixed?

Well, now you know.

And when you speak
of me, speak well.

Windy up here.

f*ck wind.

Your CSRA and COMPAS
assessments already qualify you.

- Okay.
- And you already have

- your parole agent referral.
- I do?

No, I-I do. Yeah, I do.

Well, look, even if you
don't, you can self-refer,

and they'll just reach out to
her and verify it directly.

Can you hold on for one sec?

What the hell happened to you?

Lot of things.

You know, I'm pretty sure I
just gave you my phone number,

- not my address.
- I'm pretty sure I knew

where you were getting
paroled to before you did.

Hope you brought a hat.
Sun's bright as sh*t.

You know, curfew,

dining hall's always packed,

they got an itinerary of
where I can be and when.

Eh, some things are
pretty much the same.

Yeah.

Except now I can smell jasmine.

You smell the jasmine, huh?

I spent 90 minutes in traffic

with gout in my foot
and a shattered wrist

to see you for the
first time in ten years,

you want to talk
about f*cking jasmine?

That it? You look
like sh*t by the way.

Your skin's the
color of old baloney.

That's why no hat.

I need the vitamin D.

You know, I don't give
a sh*t what you need.

I don't give a sh*t
what you can smell.

You think you're, you think
you're still cute, Dan?

You think this is
still f*cking cute?

I know, Mike.

What do you want?

I want you to help me find
a copy of my old case file.

I want to go in and open
it up, look at everything

right from the
start, but I need you

to help me find a copy.

Or at least just tell me
where I should start looking.

In the garage.

What garage?

At my house.

Really?

The same old place,
over in Culver?

In Glendale.

Glendale is... out by your mom.

That's nice. It is
nice. It's her house.

She's my landlord.

I feel the first thing we
do is rerun all the prints

that were found on the
scene that weren't yours.

15 years is a long time.
Especially in print tech.

You know, everywhere
else, too, for God's sake.

And maybe some people who
weren't printed or arrested

15 years ago have
been arrested by now.

- How about that?
- That's fantastic.

Yeah. It is.

Oh, and Mom didn't
coil the garden hose,

so I f*cking tripped on
it, is what happened.

And gout. You're like a...

character from a f*cking
Charles Dickens novel.

I'm not sure what that means,

but I will flush
you down the toilet.

Well, it's the part of
your personality that scares you.

Right? That you
repress, or reject.

And most of us... we don't
even know that we're doing it.

But, like, if you've ever
asked yourself, like,

"Am I a bad person?"

You know, like the
thought that you had

or the thing that you did
that made you think that,

that's your shadow.

Gee, thanks.

So, what's Jung saying, then?

That we all need to start
thinking about our shadows?

Mm-hmm, yeah, because you
can't ever really know yourself

unless you do.

And then if... if
you don't, just means

that you're not
controlling your shadow.

Your shadow's controlling you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Well, I was gonna call
first, but then...

- You remembered you don't do that.
- Yeah.

I just show up. Hi.

- Good to see you. - Hi.
- Hi.

-Hi, kid.
-Hey, how's it going? Nice to see you.

You had to figure
we'd be expecting you.

Yeah. I'm sorry.
I'll move this thing.

- Ah, he won't mind.
- Okay, well, I won't stay long.

- Ah, yeah, you will.
- Okay, good.

- Okay. - Hey, hon.
- Hi.

How is school? What
have you learned?

So, I went to see
where they put him,

and it's decent, it's not shady.

He lucked out.

- Hmm.
- He said something about seeing you?

- Yeah.
- He told her

that he's going to try to
prove he didn't k*ll Alex.

- Oh.
- Does that violate his parole?

Does what violate it?

- To lie to the board at his hearing?
- Oh.

If he was under oath,
yeah, but he wasn't, so,

the only thing that can violate
it now is him committing

another crime,

and I'm going to help him prove

that he didn't
commit the first one.

You are?

- Why?
- Why am I gonna do it?

Why does it have to be done?

Unless you've changed
your mind about something

and didn't tell me, I
feel like you know why.

I feel like if I lost 15 years
of my life to that woman,

I wouldn't want to risk
losing the rest of it.

Especially if I didn't k*ll her.

I feel like I would have learned
by now, the house never loses.

Two of you didn't get your asses
kicked enough the first time?

Right, yup, you're gonna do
it, no matter what I say, so...

That's the spirit. You?

Hmm?

Yeah, I feel like if he
feels like he needs to do it,

then he does.

Hey, good boy.

Yeah, I gotcha. Hello.

- Hey, Dad.
- Sorry I'm late, but some

as*h*le's in my spot
in the driveway.

I mean, who does that?

Good to see you. Aw.

- Doing good?
- How you doing?

Good to see you, too.

- It's like it's been forever.
- I know, yeah.

Mike, what's going on?

- Good to see you.
- Always.

Mikey.

- Hey.
- Oh, is that for me?

You shouldn't have.

- All yours.
- How's it going?

Well, I got bad news. Or, news.

So, Evan Rubidoh
wasn't going home.

He wasn't picking up his
last paycheck, either.

So I put out an alert,

and San Diego, too, since
his family's down there.

Newhall PD found him

parked behind the
church, one to the head.

Been there a couple days.

Note to his sister
in his pocket.

Damn.

Yeah, f*ck.

It mention Sylvie in the note?

Hmm.

Sorry. I thought you saw
me standing over there,

and I didn't want to be rude.

But now I can tell
that you did not see me

standing over there. Sorry.

No. Uh, Alex Forrest,
Victims Services.

- Works with Conchita.
- Ah.

This is Mike Gerard,
Investigative Bureau.

The guy who took
you under his wing.

- The very one.
- So what happened?

Was she in the trunk?
Sylvie Rubidoh?

We were just talking
about that. No.

- Yeah, everybody's talking about that, I guess.
- sh*t.

Sorry. So, what happens next?

We look somewhere else.

Well, that makes sense.

Okay, I am going
to get this home

while it's still hot.

Nice to meet you. Good night.

Good night.

You want to get
something to eat?

How about... oreganata, or
maybe some hot antipasto?

Yeah, I could do that.

You know, if you
were a different guy,

I would tell you to be careful
right now, but you're not

a different guy, are you?

What are you talking about?

Please.

What? 'Cause this?

Somebody I work with comes up
to talk to me, and we're what?

Oh, come on, let's not act like
I'm somebody who doesn't know.

Really? You could
tell all of that

just from that
little interaction?

Danny, don't make
me into somebody

you got to lie to, too, please.

Do me that f*cking favor.

Do me the favor
and just spare me

the patronizing
paternal disappointment.

It's not paternal, it's
just the regular kind.

What is this? You're just
gonna go straight to 11?

No benefit of the doubt,
no questions asked,

just right to the worst thing?

Oh, right, excuse me. Nothing
to see here. You're right.

- My apologies.
- f*ck you, Mike.

Ah, come on.

Hello?

- Hey, baby.
- Uh-oh.

Yeah, they got a situation
up at Men's Central Jail.

- No.
- And Frank's supposed to be on call,

but he's not answering, and
they can't track him down,

- so, I got to go.
- f*cking Frank!

I know, right?

So what does that mean for you?

I'm not sure.
There was a fight,

and apparently, one of
the inmates got k*lled,

so now they all need to
be interviewed right away.

Oh, well, this sucks.

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

No, because I'm at
the office, remember?

You were supposed to be home
to take over from my parents?

- sh*t.
- Yeah.

That's right. I'm so sorry.

It's fine. Just, um, by
the time I get there,

they'll be two drinks in,
so they got to sleep over.

Okay, sh*t. I got to go.

I love you. Be careful.

Huh. Can't get out
of here fast enough.

Three minutes after you
come, you're already dressed.

What? No.

Oh, no, you're not
already dressed?

Well, it's late.

It's early.

Did I do something?

Not yet, not if you
take all of that off,

f*ck me again.

I can't.

You better hurry.

It's not the walk of
shame if nobody sees you.

This is not a walk of shame.

Okay, well, then,
you should stay.

I can't.

Why can't you?

I didn't think that this
is what we were doing.

What werewe doing?

Really, what were we doing?

Alex, I'm sorry, but I
really do have to go.

Well, then, you
really should go.

Since I won't be able
to ask you later,

what do you think it would take?

No, wait. That's...

That's not what I meant to say.

Um... I meant to say how many
do you think it would take?

How many what?

Pills.

Why?

Did you take something, Alex?

Hmm. What did you take?

I don't know.

But I took all of them.

What did you take, Alex?!

f*ck. f*ck. f*ck.

Okay.

Okay, we need to
call 911 right now.

Or-or there's the-the
medical care center,

and my car's right
across the street.

I can take you there.
Is that what you want?

Is that what you want?!

Yes? Yes?

Okay, um, grab your keys

and your wallet and a coat.

Come on, we got to go right now.

Hey, hey.

You with me?

See? We made it.

I just want to say this
before it's too late.

We're gonna go in there,

and we're gonna tell
them what's happening,

and they will help you.

And after that, we're
not gonna be able

to control anything that happens

because no one ever can.

A doctor or a nurse,

or someone thinks that there's
ill*gal drugs involved,

or even if it turns out

you don't have any drugs
in your system at all,

someone calls the cops,
they file a report

saying they think
you're suicidal...

you will be fired.

None of which matters at all
if you still need to go in.

No.

No.

- Are you sure? Because...
- Just...

- I
- just want to go home.

Part of
our shadow self is

the part of us that's been
hur, and when we reject it,

we're trying to protect
ourselves from being hurt agai.

Acknowledging our shadow means

admitting our
capacity for darkness.

And that makes us afraid.

But Jung believed it was
the only way to heal.

He said, "Make the
unconscious consciou,

or it will direct your life,
and you will make it fate."

Hey!

Ellen!
Ellen! Oh, my God. Ellen.

- Hey!
- Ellen, what are you doing here?

Oh, my God, are you okay?
Are you okay? Are you hurt?

- Uh... Yeah, no, I'm not...
- Did you hit your head?

- N-No, I didn't...
- Okay, let's get you up.

- Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow.
- I don't even know

- how that happened.
- f*cking as*h*le.

Oh, man.

Wow. Okay.

- Does that hurt?
- No.

Oh, my God. Okay, um,

here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna go across the
street and get you a seat,

get you something to drink,
you can take a deep breath.

And, uh, just...

Wow. But first, we're
just gonna sit here

for as long as you need, okay?

You sure you're all right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

If you
could script this

to be the way that
you wanted it to go,

if you could have the ideal
relationship with him,

going forward, have you thought
about what that would be?

Hold his hand.

Just want to hold his hand.

Do you want me to stay?

But you can go.

You think about something
that hasn't happened yet

and all the ways
that it could go.

Head cinema. A
movie in your mind.

There is this tension,
at the center of the story, of,

"Man, they shouldn't
be doing this,"

but you kinda maybe
want them to do this,

and like, "Oh my God,
they did it," and then,

"Oh my God, they
shouldn't have done that."

Here's to it all.

I think the series really
explores one bad decision

followed by many,
many bad decisions.

The story is about these
decisions that people mae

that can have enormous
consequences on their lives.

I actually never told anybody.

Well, what's at the
root of the passion

for the characters is
their broken pieces fit

like a jigsaw puzzle.
Each one is a moth

and each one is a
flame for the other.

Which is just my luck.

She's attracted to how
self-possessed he is,

how confident he is,

but also, he embodies
all of the stuff

that she really
wishes that she had.

Normalcy and acceptance

and unconditional
love from a partner.

Thank you for today.

There's this,
like, toxic attraction

between these two people
who are meeting each other

exactly in the most broken
pieces of each other.

The hell happened
to you?

A lot of things.

All of the characters,
not just Alex Forrest,

everybody's got their damage.

Everybody's bringing
everything about themselves

to every encounter
with other people.

If you could have the
ideal relationship

with him going forward,

have you thought about
what that would be?

I think she has no idea

what she wants from
this human being,

but she just has this
feeling, this memory,

of holding his hand.

I just wanna hold his hand.

It's an example of how, I think,

it's coming from a really,
really deep, young place.

You know, if you
were a different guy,

I would telling you to
be careful right now,

but you're not a
different guy, are you?

It was just a matter

of kind of establishing
who these guys were,

and we both trusted each
other from the get-go.

I didn't think that this
is what we were doing.

What were we doing?

We've seen
these two characters

have this very fast love affai.

Everything sort of kicks
off and goes quickly.

And now, reality is
starting to set in,

and there's a little bit
of poison in the well.

And after that,
we're not gonna be able

to control anything
that happens.

That's one of my
favorite moments, actually.

Just as his point of view
is about to become black,

he looks down, and
he sees a rabbit

hopping down the hall.

It's really just a
gift for the audience

that is really
familiar with the film.

We tried to sort of leave
a trail of breadcrumbs

for the people who know
the movie inside and out.

I think it's gonna
be a really fun,

wild ride for everyone for sure.