Dark My Light (2025)

[bunniefuu]

(distant waves crashing)

(gentle orchestral music)

[Mitchell] It's gonna hurt.

(light crackles)

(eerie music)

(bird squawks)

(muffled police radio chatter)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(distant siren wails)

(Dreyfus sighs)

(car door clicks open)

Dreyfus, what the

f*ck are you doing here?

- Is is he in there?

- Yeah, he's in there.

Does admin know you're here?

- It's my f*ck' case.

I know it's your case, but are you drunk?

Irene left me.

- Let's go.

- Oh, f*ck.

Dreyfus.

Dreyfus, let's wait.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(distant dog barks)

[Officer] This guy was

filming the whole time. Watch.

He sees him right here.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Yeah.

- Yo!

- Watch.

Yo! m*therf*cker!

Stop! Stop!

[Officer] And they got the

body camera footage, too.

- There he goes.

- Yo!

- m*therf*cker!

- Word is he was sh*t-faced.

And wait, and that's it?

He turned the camera off right after.

Hey, you know Handley's

not gonna let that go.

Yo, Mitch.

Your new partner's ready for YouTube.

(knocks on door)

Mitch.

Sorry to call you in

on your day off, buddy.

Oh, it was lonely, John.

Sitting on my phone,

waiting for you to call.

(John chuckles) What's so important?

Your old lady got lawyers

knocking at your door again?

The way I look at it,

a man steals your wife,

best revenge is to let him keep her.

(Mitchell chuckles)

Figure I got screwed and he got f*cked,

both at the same time.

(Mitchell chuckles)

So, what's up?

Looks like our guy again.

Just now.

Three.

So it counts as serial.

I'm putting you specifically

on this case, full time.

Nothin' else.

New guy.

Just come over from Jacksonville.

Word is he's got some baggage, Mitch.

Like qualified immunity

stuff. (Ominous music)

Mitchell Morse, Dreyfus Trier.

I already filled Dreyfus

in on all the details.

You guys know the deal. Keep it quiet.

I'll issue a warrant for the beaches,

but we all know no one will listen to that.

All the latest on our last victim.

It's no Jacksonville, Trier, but as it is,

you might turn out to be

the most experienced guy

for this sort of thing.

Keep me in the loop, every few days.

No need for formal reports.

Still not getting up till seven, I see.

Get outta here.

(birds chirping) (brooding music)

How do you work in those heels?

Do you, how do you... (chuckles)

How do you work in those heels?

How do you...

Those heels.

How do you work...

How do you work?

Work...

(keys clinking) (lock clacks)

(footsteps clacking)

Oh, my gosh.

Didn't you just say you would remember?

(door thuds)

How do you work in those heels?

You're charming, but we said weeks.

Not hours. Weeks.

(footsteps clacking) (dark music)

(distant waves crashing)

(dark music continues)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(mobile phone rings)

Hello?

- Dreyfus.

- What is it?

[Dreyfus] You're not at the beach house?

[Mitchell] No.

- How far are you?

- I'm close.

I'm in town.

[Dreyfus] Come to the beach.

Found something you should see.

I'll be there soon.

(waves crashing)

(dark music continues)

You're early.

[Mitchell] I'm late.

This is gruesome.

I didn't know you were here.

- Oh, I'm here.

- When's the circus arrive?

- Uh, it's early still.

- Not for a little while yet.

- Mm-hm.

How do you suppose it came off?

Not naturally.

Think it's our same guy?

Could be. He likes this beach.

What do you wanna do with it?

(sighs) Just leave it for now.

Wait till the specialist came.

Looks like a male's foot.

Doesn't our guy only do females?

What about him?

Well, let's go see.

(waves crashing)

It's not his foot.

(Dreyfus sighs)

[Dreyfus] Okay.

Could be our guy.

Looks like a knife. Could be.

(distant siren wails)

Here comes the circus.

(waves crashing) (distant siren wails)

[Mitchell] Why the

move from Jacksonville?

Let me tell you.

You touch someone wrong there these days

[Mitchell] I heard you

more than touched him.

Yeah, well...

Sometimes you can't

talk these things out, right?

Anyway. Got a couple

civil, got dismiss, so...

(sighs) Yeah, but I was tired, man.

Thought I was investigating

crimes, not people.

We're investigating people here.

But there is something numbing

about waking up to the

night quiet, small town,

and realizing the bad

guy you're looking for

probably buys his milk from

the same corner store you do.

Yeah, I chased this guy. (Clears throat)

Close to a year.

Missed him.

One chance I had. One f*ck' chance I had.

And then who knows?

Catch that guy.

Life's a lot better, right?

So, you moved 'cause you got family here?

Some. Been a while.

I grew up near the beach

and just wanna be close to that.

Miss the silence.

(chuckles) Looks like you

pick the wrong time to move.

Right.

With a small town, it

just means the violence

is more hidden and personal.

You been on the job a while?

- A long time.

- Mm-hm.

Married?

Happily. You were, right?

[Dreyfus] You got a bathroom here?

- Back there.

- All right.

(Dreyfus clears his throat)

(Mitchell whispers to himself)

(pen clicks)

(Mitchell whispers to

himself) (pen scribbles)

(birds squawking) (dark music)

(crickets chirping)

Remember we're just playing make believe.

(door clicks open)

Dreyfus.

I'm Emily.

[Dreyfus] You'd think the

chef would be in the kitchen.

Is that a sexist joke?

[Dreyfus] I'm sorry, that

wasn't very funny. I, I'm not...

I'm, I'm just kidding. (Giggles)

Here you go.

The chef is definitely in the kitchen.

Come in.

Come in. Have a seat.

- Be right out.

- All right.

(mellow jazz music)

Kids and their records these days.

(Emily giggles)

If only you could transfer

your cooking prowess to the dance floor.

I didn't realize we had a dance floor.

No?

Where do you think we are?

(both chuckling)

The living room floor.

Uh-huh.

Well, I think any room you dance in

becomes a dance floor.

(Emily chuckles)

Then how come any room you cook in

doesn't just become a kitchen?

And how many rooms have you cooked in?

Just the other day, I

made a Cornish hen in bed.

(Emily chuckles)

I stewed carrots.

(Mitchell laughs)

Stewed carrots simmering under the TV.

(Emily chuckles)

Chicken au gratin on the treadmill.

At least you're putting

the treadmill to use.

(record player crackling)

(crickets chirping)

I almost forgot.

My raspberry tart's in

the medicine cabinet.

Better go check on it.

[Emily] Okay.

Think of a metronome. (Hums rhythmically)

A metronome makes me

think of my piano teacher.

His name was Hans and he

was very mean. Very mean man.

(Emily giggles)

Okay, no metronome.

It's okay. I'll teach you steps, all right?

You start with that leg forward. Step.

- Right.

- Shuffle.

- Mm-hm.

- Then the other leg step.

- That's it.

- Oh, I'm good.

- Okay, step.

- My steps are good.

[Emily] Okay, you

definitely got the step.

You gotta step back. That was your fault.

You stepped... I did perfect.

Okay, let's just, let's just...

Let's just move.

This is good.

So...

I hear you bounce around a lot.

The department here, department there.

Hazards of the job.

Yeah.

Bounce around as much as the next guy.

It was time for a move.

I thought it was time for a

move to a bigger department.

- Yeah?

- Mm.

What's bigger than a DA?

[Emily] DA in a big city.

[Dreyfus] Huh.

You know, I saw a video.

A very interesting one.

Is that right?

You were the star.

A celebrity.

(footsteps clacking)

(dark music)

Okay, step. Let's do it again.

- Okay.

- Step.

[Mitchell] This is ridiculous.

Yeah, well, I'm playing

my part, so it's only fair.

And it is ridiculous.

(Mitchell sighs)

(switch clicks)

(Mitchell sighs)

(sheets rustling)

(switch clicks)

I can't sleep.

(Emily sighs)

(switch clicks)

- Neither can I know.

This isn't how I wanna remember us.

I'm old and decrepit.

Why'd you tell Dreyfus

we're moving to the city?

(switch clicks)

(stairs creaking) (birds chirping)

(Emily sighs)

(Emily sighs)

[Emily] How long have

you been standing there?

(Mitchell exhales)

(Emily blows)

(Emily sighs)

- Up.

Up, up, up, up, up. (Emily sighs)

Step.

(gentle piano music) Step.

Step.

Spin.

Okay. (Chuckles)

Dance time's over. It's work time now.

Clean up time.

Definitely cleanup time.

So, the cook cooks, and

the dishwasher dish washes?

Don't wanna get these young,

supple hands all scratched up.

You stayed last night

because we all got drunk, okay?

It's easy to slip back into

old skin but I don't want to.

I gotta go to work.

No, don't go in. Don't go in.

Let's stay here.

In the kitchen?

Anywhere.

What would Dreyfus do without you?

Does that matter?

(sighs) I can see you aging.

Have you always had white hairs?

Are you wearing makeup?

(Emily chuckles)

(water splashes)

Don't forget your quarter to ten.

(brooding music)

(waves crashing) (birds squawking)

(footsteps clacking)

Anita Spires saw the attack this morning.

Happened around five.

Miss Spires, I'm Detective

Trier. This is Detective Morse.

Can you tell us what happened?

Are you often on the beach that early?

I live upstairs.

It's not uncommon for me

to be down here around four.

It is uncommon for me to see anyone else.

Okay. Who did you see first?

I saw her. The Betsy.

She was walking her dog

right down by the water.

Cute little fella.

[Dreyfus] And how long until you saw him?

[Anita] Almost right away.

(bird squawks)

Did you hear anything

before? Car door slammed?

[Anita] Nothing. It was quiet.

The way the beach is in the mornings.

How many houses around here, Miss Spires?

A few vacation rentals.

Mostly closed for the season.

Thank you.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

Ready?

I've been you before. Where you are.

I can see it in your eyes.

(brooding music continues)

Focus on the case.

Whoa! Hands!

- Hands, hands!

- Show me your hands!

You alone?

I'm just cleaning the place.

Okay.

Looking for a young guy. About

5'10", long hair, Caucasian?

Would've been through here recently.

Uh, that's above my pay grade.

- Sorry.

- Here.

Thank you.

Follow me.

He's a nice kid. Crashes in here sometimes.

Comes and goes.

In there.

(wardrobe door rattling)

(wardrobe door rattling)

(drawers scraping)

[Mitchell] Let's see.

(dark music)

- Whoa.

- You see that?

- Whoa, baby.

- That's it.

(Dreyfus chuckles)

I got you, m*therf*cker.

Good. Good work.

[Dreyfus] Come on.

You got him. (Dreyfus chuckles)

(birds squawking) (dark music continues)

(bag thumps)

[Dreyfus] So, you think

you'll see this case through?

What do you mean?

Just seems like

you're not entirely there.

(suspenseful music)

Then the city. You know...

The city?

Yeah. Emily said you wanted to move?

Never mind.

(phone rings)

Go.

(phone bleeps) (dark music)

We got a match and address.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

(birds chirping) (suspenseful music)

[Mitchell] You good?

[Dreyfus] I'm good.

I want this guy. Let me lead.

Hey! Tsst!

Turn your body camera off.

(Dreyfus grunts)

Okay.

(suspenseful music continues)

(g*n fires)

Oh, my...

Oh, my God.

Mitchell, you got...

(g*n fires) (Dreyfus groans)

(Dreyfus groans)

(Mitchell roars)

(Mitchell roars)

(eerie music)

[John] Mitchell Morse, Dreyfus Trier.

I already filled Dreyfus

in on all the details.

You guys know the deal. Keep it quiet.

We'll issue a warrant for the beaches,

but we all know no one will listen to that.

(somber orchestral music)

(birds chirping)

(door clicks open)

(door thuds)

Still having trouble with that prostate?

No, no.

Pissing pretty regularly

every morning at five sharp.

[Mitchell] Oh, yeah?

Yeah, trouble is I

get out of bed at seven.

(Mitchell and John laughing)

Uh, so, looks like this could be our man.

We don't have much to go

on that you don't know already.

Stab wounds to the chest and stomach.

We don't know why he

switched from women to men,

but it's either a serious copycat,

which means we have

another problem on our hands,

or our guy is branching out.

You have an ID on the body?

It's been difficult. It's

been submerged a while.

We tried to get a print, but

nothing conclusive, so far.

For now, he's a John Doe.

It's at the lab for DNA tests

but it might take a while.

Dead body doesn't attract

as much attention there

as it does here.

What about the foot?

Right. (Sighs)

The foot. That's why I

wanted to bring you two in here.

Uh, it's been under underwater a while.

Most likely still attached,

at the time of submersion.

A shark, a, a boat motor

or a severely broken ankle

probably sped up the process.

We got that through

the DNA test right away.

Part of a dead body still raises

some eyebrows. (Chuckles)

We, we just got it back.

The DNA matches yours, Dreyfus.

It's an exact match. (Eerie music)

We ran it multiple times.

(Dreyfus chuckles)

Are your parents still alive?

My father is.

[John] Are you close to him?

Not particularly.

[John] Any brothers or sisters?

No.

Identical twins have the exact same DNA.

It's the only explanation and

your own family history aside,

a perfectly reasonable one.

Don't you think he'd

know if he had a brother?

Especially a twin?

[John] I suggest you

talk to your father, Dreyfus.

We need to find your brother.

(car starts)

How much you know about him?

- Who? Dreyfus?

- No.

I got a whisper he's a gypsy cop.

We're not his second department.

All his last departments

made payouts on his behalf.

(dark orchestral music)

(patrons chattering and laughing)

Buy me a drink?

Why would I do that?

Because I'm thirsty.

(Dreyfus chuckles)

Lots of thirsty people in here.

Yeah, but not all of 'em

want them to buy you a drink.

Why do you?

Why do you think?

What're you drinkin'?

Whatever you're buying.

What're you doing here alone?

I'm not alone.

Uh-huh.

There you go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Where you goin'?

I told you I'm with some people.

- What about the drink?

- Thanks.

No, no. (Grunts)

- Let go of me!

- You got a problem?

Well, yeah. (Chuckles)

Your f*ck' girlfriend here

is throwing her t*ts in my face

so I'll buy her a drink.

(fist thuds)

(fighters grunting)

Sorry.

Sorry, okay?

(Dreyfus pants)

Okay, now pay for

the drink, m*therf*cker!

(stool clatters) (brooding

orchestral music)

(birds squawking)

Just Emily said you wanted move.

Morse.

[Dreyfus] Never mind.

Never mind.

Got it.

We got a match and address.

Huh.

- You ready?

- Uh-huh.

(door clicks open)

(door slams)

(birds chirping) (suspenseful music)

You good?

Look, if you're not

good, let me handle this.

I want this guy.

Let me lead.

Is your camera on?

(lock clacks)

(Dreyfus pants)

(Dreyfus grunts)

(suspenseful music continues)

(weapon thuds) (Dreyfus screams)

- You okay?

- Go, go!

[Dreyfus] Oh, God!

(Dreyfus groans)

God.

(Dreyfus groans)

f*ck.

(Dreyfus groans)

- God.

- He's gone, he's gone!

(Dreyfus groans)

(sighs) sh*t.

(somber music)

[Emily] What are you doing?

(woman screams)

I'm sorry

We missed him.

(helicopter blades whirring)

I don't think this guy buys his milk

at the same corner store.

I'm sorry.

(Dreyfus sighs)

You ever deal with

anybody like this before?

Serial?

No, it's my first.

Not even a serial.

Someone who kills.

Doesn't commit crimes or m*rder.

Takes life.

(dark music)

Never quite understand it.

Motive's an overused word.

Should just call it description.

Real motive's impossible to find.

It's the job.

Yeah.

You know, we found this

guy, dead in a warehouse once.

Not the case you wanna catch, you know.

Cops pukin'.

I've been on this guy, you know, and,

come outta the warehouse,

that instinct kicks in.

I know you got it.

See this kid's side-eying,

like he doesn't belong.

Went for him.

Put 17 staples in his head.

Was in the room when he got 'em.

Doctor asked what happened.

He said, "Oh, I tripped."

Of course, he sues me.

Case got dismissed, you

know, it was qualified immunity,

or no clear precedent, whatever.

But I have to go to a

court-mandated shrink.

And she says, "What was

your motive for hittin' that guy?"

Just, you know, straight out.

Like she knew I did it.

I said I did it for the dead

guy in the warehouse.

That's motive.

Can't let it affect you so much, Dreyfus.

It has to affect me.

Doesn't affect me, I

might as well be dead too.

One m*rder kills two people.

(Dreyfus sighs)

Guess we all go, right?

That's one truth.

(sighs) It's not so

much that life is short.

So much as we know the

difference between what's worth doing

and what isn't when you

only got a few years left, right?

[Mitchell] Oh.

Have to use the bathroom.

Hey, Mitchell.

We're gonna catch him, you know.

I know.

(door clicks open)

Emily.

Good to see you. Didn't think we would.

Why?

Well, it's not exactly a vacation spot.

Well, I'm tired of not doing what I want,

so I figured I'd join the stake out.

(eerie music)

Good. (Giggles)

[Dreyfus] Geez. Geez.

Dreyfus was just telling

me about the beach.

It's been windy.

It is windy.

Didn't know you were coming.

[Emily] I'm here!

And I'm starving.

There's a place nearby.

Dinner and a c*ck?

Dinner and a c*ck.

(traffic hums)

(distant waves crashing) (somber music)

(watch ticking)

(eerie music)

(Mitchell breathes heavily)

(waves crashing)

(watch ticking) (eerie music continues)

(waves crashing)

(Mitchell groans) (g*n fires)

[Emily] Dreyfus!

(Emily screams)

- No!

(g*n fires) No!

(Emily screams) (g*n fires)

(Emily screams)

(Emily screams)

(Mitchell grunts) (Dreyfus pants)

You're alive?

How could you leave her alone like this?

Oh, my God. (Groans)

We just went for a walk.

I turned my back for a second.

I know, but you're

a f*ck' police officer!

Oh, God.

I left her alone!

- Did you see anyone?

- No, no, no, no.

There! Go!

Go!

(waves crashing) (somber music continues)

(Mitchell grunts)

(g*n fires rapidly)

(body thumps)

(waves crashing)

I got him!

Mitchell, I got...

(waves crashing)

Mitchell!

Hey!

Stop!

Mitchell! There's a second guy!

Stop, m*therf*cker!

I got you, m*therf*cker!

(Dreyfus groans)

(Dreyfus pants)

(tense music)

Stop!

(hurried footsteps clacking)

(door clangs)

(Dreyfus pants)

(Dreyfus grunts)

(tense music continues)

(suspenseful music)

Stay where you are.

Mitchell, what're you doing here?

Backup's coming. They're on their way.

This is gonna hurt.

Mitchell.

What're you doing?

- I shot you back there.

- You what?

That's from my b*llet.

Look, it was Emily, it was an accident.

There are no accidents.

You're coming back with me.

What're you talking about? Talk to me.

- It's gonna hurt.

- What're you doing?

(electricity buzzing) (dark music)

(Dreyfus groans)

(Dreyfus groans)

(foot thuds) (Dreyfus screams)

(waves crashing)

(dark music continues)

(eerie music)

(Dreyfus groans)

Oh, yeah.

You came back with me.

(eerie music continues)

We're 10 days ago.

Which I guess is now incorrect.

So, here we are now. (Dreyfus groans)

You're currently beating the

sh*t outta some innocent guy.

Getting your transfer ticket stamped.

(Dreyfus groans)

[Dreyfus] Mitchell.

What is this?

(Dreyfus pants)

It was an accident.

It was an accident.

You weren't there either!

(Dreyfus groans)

I would've left you back there again.

I'm glad you're here.

(Dreyfus groans)

I can't bear the thought

of some version of you

having carefree somewhere.

There's no one nearby.

There's no phone.

Nothin'.

Suffer.

Bleed slowly.

(Dreyfus groans)

(door clicks open)

(dark music)

(Dreyfus groans)

(Dreyfus pants)

(Dreyfus screams)

(baby babbles)

[Mother] I know.

Hello.

- Hello.

- Hi.

You going for a walk?

Yeah. Waiting for somebody.

Okay. Don't stay out here too long.

- No, it's hot.

- Hi, hi, high five.

- All right, have a good one.

- You too.

How do you work in those heels?

(chuckles) How do you work in those heels?

How do you...

How do you work...

(toolbox rattling)

(Dreyfus pants)

(distant waves crashing)

(Mitchell groans) (dark music)

(Dreyfus grunts)

(Mitchell groans)

(Dreyfus screams) (dark music continues)

(Dreyfus groans) (flesh squelches)

(Dreyfus pants)

(flesh squelches)

(Mitchell pants)

(Mitchell grunts)

(Mitchell pants)

(dark music continues)

(Mitchell pants)

(Dreyfus grunts)

(Dreyfus groans)

(dark music continues)

(body thumps) (Dreyfus groans)

(water splashes)

(Dreyfus pants)

(Dreyfus grunts)

(g*n fires)

(g*n fires) (Dreyfus groans)

(eerie music)

(door slams)

(Mitchell whispers to himself)

(eerie music continues)

Can't let it affect you so much.

Can't let it affect you so much.

Can't let it affect you. Can't

let it affect you so much.

Have to go to the bathroom.

"Mitchell."

"We'll catch him, you know."

I know.

I know.

"Mitchell, we'll catch

him, you know." I know.

I know.

(dark music)

Can't let it affect you so much.

You can't let it affect you so much.

Can't let it affect you so much.

"Mitchell?

We'll catch him, Mitchell!

We will catch him, Mitchell!

We'll catch him. You know?"

I know. "You know?"

"You know?" I know.

I know.

Emily.

Emily, it's so good...

Emily, it's so good to see you.

Emily, it's so good to see you!

Have to go to the bathroom.

(whispers to himself)

Bad guy.

Replaced your skin.

Weeks not days, days

not weeks. Weeks not days.

"We said weeks. Not days."

You said weeks. You said days.

I didn't. You said weeks.

So good to see you.

So good to see you. So good to see you.

(eerie music)

(electricity buzzing)

(eerie music continues)

(water splashes)

Oh!

(Mitchell laughs)

Creeper!

How long you been in here?

Long enough to give

me those supple cheeks.

(Mitchell laughs)

Yeah?

You comin' in?

All right, get outta here!

You're gross!

(Mitchell laughs)

Stop!

(Mitchell laughs)

Go on.

I needed that shower.

The hotel's kinda gross.

[Emily] That doesn't even make any sense.

Doesn't what?

We said weeks.

Yeah. A few weeks.

It's not a joke, Mitchell.

You just can't pop in here

like I'm your f*ck buddy.

You can't just show up.

You can't just drop by.

Promise me.

Mitchell, we agreed.

You agreed.

I can't know if I'm still

in love with you or not

if you're always here.

(keyboard clacks)

(door clicks open)

(door thuds)

[Dreyfus] Stop! (Grunts)

(laptop lid slams)

Handley!

Emily.

I got a video of Mitch's new partner.

(chuckles) There are ways to.

Okay.

Just know I'm pursuing this.

(distant chattering)

If this is dumb, be honest.

"Working professional,

who also likes to have

fun on the weekends."

[Assistant] I mean... (chuckles)

Okay. What's going with it?

[Assistant] It sounds like

Craigslist Missed Connection.

Here.

I'll do this.

You do that.

Make sure you don't... No, I'm not.

You know, I met Mitchell

at a speed dating event.

He was the fastest, so he said the most.

"My name is Mitchell, I

thought I was gonna be a writer

when I grew up, but I'm a

bad writer, so I became a cop.

Don't ask me how those

things are connected.

Uh, I once traveled to Cambodia by myself.

Although, it would've been

nice with somebody else.

I don't have a TV. I'm not religious.

And oh, I, I, I, I fancy

myself a good cook.

"And I think you're

really pretty." (chuckles)

Yeah, he actually said I fancy myself.

(Emily sighs)

Never got any deeper than that.

(Emily blows)

(eerie music)

What?

Nothing. Just...

Nothing.

It's just to get the date.

Gonna catch the big one?

[Emily] Just fell in my lap.

That's a career maker.

And what's wrong with here?

I like here. The city's expensive

and people are assholes.

People are quieter assholes here.

(phone chimes)

(fingers clicking)

[Assistant] Someone messaged you.

(Emily chuckles)

(somber music)

(Mitchell mumbles to himself)

[Mitchell] How do

you work in those heels?

(door clicks open)

Didn't you say you would remember?

(dark music)

[Mitchell] Em.

How'd you get in?

It's okay, Emily. It's me.

How do you work in those heels?

Emily, it's Mitchell.

I just, I, I just wanna be with you.

It's me.

It's me. It's always me.

Now, you get used to me.

Don't wanna waste our time together.

(somber music)

(crickets chirping)

Just no questions about last jobs, okay?

Right.

We're happily married, living together,

and there's nothing weird about you.

We're just playing make believe.

(door clicks open)

Dreyfus?

Come in.

I'm Emily.

[Dreyfus] Hi.

(mellow jazz music)

Kids and their records these days.

(Emily chuckles)

- Sorry, I'm not very good.

- Oh, come on.

You're fine.

See? (Chuckles)

If only I was as good

at cooking as dancing.

(Emily hums melodically)

So wherever you're

dancing, it's a dance floor.

(mellow jazz music continues)

Just like wherever you're

cooking, it's a kitchen, you know?

[Dreyfus] You cook in a lot of different

- Oh, got your foot.

- Sorry.

Yeah, I made a Cornish

hen in bed yesterday.

Yesterday!

I'm gonna check on...

Raspberry...

Tart.

(gentle piano music)

Why are you here?

Here, or...

Here?

I needed a fresh start.

That's all?

I grew up around here.

Me and my dad.

We were close and now I don't even know

if he's alive, to be honest.

So you thought... (dark rumbling tones)

You'd come back.

Reunite with your dad?

Catch the big bad k*ller?

Cop hero.

Yeah. Kinda.

I saw a video, the other day.

Very interesting one.

You were the star.

Is that another reason why you came back?

A reset?

More like something behind.

Friend I knew once.

I want a new start.

My own life.

(crickets chirping)

Why does he jump right

to he wanted a new start?

(Emily breathes deeply)

(Mitchell sighs)

I have this recurring nightmare.

I'm always running to you,

but I never get there in time.

I hate that nightmare.

It's worth it, just to see you every time.

(somber string music)

(light crackling)

(switch clicks)

(birds chirping)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(muffled police radio chatter)

(brooding music)

[Dreyfus] It's not so much

that life is short. (Sighs)

As much as you only know

what's worth doing and what isn't,

when you only got a few years left,

Mitchell.

We're gonna catch him, you know.

[Mitchell] I know.

(Emily sighs)

(door slams)

[Dreyfus] Emily, it's good to see you.

I didn't think we would.

Why?

Well, it's not exactly a vacation spot.

Oh, I am tired of not doing what I want.

(dark rumbling tones)

What happened? Oh, ah...

It's nothin'.

It's new.

Well, all scars have

to start sometime, right?

Right.

(both chuckling)

(door clicks open)

- I'm glad you're here.

- Oh. (Laughs)

Why'd you come?

(Dreyfus clears his throat)

- I'm here.

I'm starving.

(traffic hums)

(eerie music)

[Mitchell] I can't sleep.

(Mitchell pants)

- What're you doing?

- Come with me.

[Emily] What?

(switch clicks) Where are we going?

Please. Come on.

I'll explain what's happening.

- What are we going?

- You have to trust me.

I know it's a lot to ask,

okay? I need you to.

- Why do you do it?

- Do what?

[Mitchell] You and Dreyfus.

- It doesn't make any sense.

- What?

[Mitchell] What was

it something I did or

[Emily] What're you talking about?

Can't remember if you

were with him the first time.

What?

Look, look. (Eerie music)

You're supposed to be out there with him.

Listen, it's my fault. I know!

Okay. I'm done being

your hostage, Mitchell.

There's only so much I can take.

We have to hurry. (Emily mumbles)

(eerie music continues) (Emily pants)

We have 11 minutes.

(Emily pants)

(eerie music continues)

[Emily] Where we going?

- Mitchell.

- This way.

[Emily] Why are we running?

(distant waves crashing)

(eerie music continues)

[Mitchell] It's gonna hurt.

Get ready.

(electricity buzzing)

It's gonna hurt!

(Mitchell grunts)

(light screeches and buzzes)

(water splashes) (eerie music continues)

(Emily retches)

(Emily coughs)

(Emily coughs and pants)

(eerie music continues)

Come on! (Emily pants)

I can't believe that. (Laughs)

I can't believe it.

(Emily coughs)

(Emily whimpers)

(Emily pants)

Come on.

(birds squawking) (somber music)

I always thought the

future was a day. (Chuckles)

Or the next month or the next

year but it makes sense now!

(Emily retches)

Just going back again and

again and again. That's my future.

[Emily] Oh, God. (Whimpers)

[Mitchell] Oh, I never repeated anything.

A single straight line!

(Emily pants and

coughs) (Mitchell chuckles)

[Emily] Where's Dreyfus?

We haven't met him yet.

We're back in time.

Backwards isn't backwards.

- You're alive, I did it.

- Okay. (Pants)

- I don't understand.

- I know, it's, it's...

You died at 5:31 AM on November 14th,

every day, for years.

Decades.

I don't even know how long anymore.

I've seen you die thousands of times.

It's more than a body can take.

(Emily pants)

I'm gonna prove it to you.

Let's go home.

(birds chirping)

Get down, get down.

Keep quiet.

Stay with me.

(door clicks open)

(Mitchell grunts)

(g*n fires) (Emily screams)

No! (g*n fires)

(Emily groans)

[Mitchell] It's okay!

It's okay, she's not you.

- Mitchell!

- She's not you!

You are you!

I can...

Wait, wait, wait!

Okay.

(Mitchell pants)

(somber music)

(watch ticking)

(phone rings and vibrates)

(phone rings and vibrates)

Hello.

Be right there.

Dreyfus is here today.

He arrived from Jacksonville.

And so how do we do this?

(watch ticking)

(dark rumbling tones)

(brooding piano music)

(footsteps clacking) (distant chattering)

(knocks on door)

[John] Mitch. Are, are you

Yeah, allergic reaction.

Just got out the ER.

Jesus Christ. You look like an old man.

I'm sorry, Emily.

It's a long story. Do

you mind if she sits in?

Just 'cause all this,

somebody, got instructions

from the doc, should be nearby for now.

[John] Sure, sure. It looks

like our guy again, just now.

Oh, uh, the serial.

Is that the new guy out there?

How'd you know?

So, you wanna get started,

grab some coffee? What?

Well, you know, I, I just

need to take some time.

I'm supposed to be resting.

Why you hit the trail?

I'll catch up with you.

It's a small town.

Not too much by the

way of ropes to show you.

All right.

(door clicks open)

Good. Sit down. (Suspenseful music)

Sit. (Door slams)

She's fine. (Chuckles)

Trust me.

We don't have long.

It'll all be over soon.

(Mitchell chuckles)

(crickets chirping)

[Emily] So you've done all this before?

Not this.

This one's new.

(melancholy piano music)

[Emily] But you're, uh...

I don't know.

[Mitchell] Yes.

A long time.

So, the serial k*ller you were...

Are after.

You know who he's gonna k*ll and when?

[Mitchell] That's right.

[Emily] And you are letting them die.

I'm not letting anyone do anything.

It's not about the k*ller. I've

done more than you know.

I've saved everyone.

Except you.

[Emily] And yet, here you are.

One m*rder under your belt, one kidnapping,

and several other murders

on your conscience.

- What?

- I just wanna know.

Do I even have a chance?

Did I ever?

Was it 'cause of Dreyfus?

Or has it always just been

the beginning of the end?

[Emily] Somehow you're worse

than the cop who bashed a kid's head in.

(stairs creaking)

[Mitchell] Emily.

(fist thuds) (Mitchell groans)

(phone chimes)

(Mitchell pants)

It's Dreyfus.

(doors rattling)

Trying to take care of you

before you take care of him.

Does he suspect something? How'd he get in?

(suspenseful music)

Whoa! Hands!

Hands, hands, hands, hands!

- You alone?

- Uh...

I'm just cleaning the place.

Looking for a guy. Young guy.

5'10", long hair, Caucasian.

Would've been through here recently.

[Cleaner] Uh, that's above my pay grade.

(hand slaps) (cleaner groans)

Record it all.

We just need to know

if he's after you or me.

Remember, your DA's office. Play the part.

Make him sweat.

(suspenseful music continues)

(phone rings)

Hello.

Nod.

I'm telling you something funny.

Wrap it up.

(car door clicks open)

(car door slams)

We have him.

[Emily] I know your

kind. I've seen you before.

Now you're adding breaking

and entering to your repertoire.

[Dreyfus] Breaking and

entering? Destroying...

What, what are you talking

[Emily] See, you're a dime a dozen.

Do you know how many

bad guys I've dealt with?

[Dreyfus] Who do you think you are?

[Emily] Didn't you do enough

damage in damage in Jack

You self-righteous...

[Dreyfus] No. Okay, I'll tell you what.

Watch your back.

Good work.

He's only trying to save himself.

(engine revs)

(dark music)

I'm gonna call it in.

There'll be people here.

We just need to get

through tonight, please.

(waves crashing) (dark music continues)

I've done more than

anyone's ever done for anyone.

For you.

[Dreyfus] You ever deal

with anyone like this before?

[Mitchell] Serial?

No. My first.

[Mitchell] No, not even a serial.

Someone who kills.

Doesn't commit crimes or m*rder.

Takes life.

(eerie music)

I'll never understand. (Sighs)

Motive's an overused word, you know?

Should just call it description.

Real motive's still

impossible to find, you know?

It's the job.

We found this guy,

dead in a warehouse once.

Not the case you wanna catch, you know?

Cops pukin'.

Anyway, I was on this guy.

So, I worked the case.

You know, A leads me to B, leads me to him.

Confirmed.

You know, I'm in court right now.

- No.

- I swear against perjury.

Guy side-eyed like

he didn't belong there.

[Dreyfus] What?

Instinct kicks in.

Guy side-eyes like he didn't

belong there. You went for him.

Give him 17 staples in the head.

[Dreyfus] No, no, no, no.

That's, this is a dead guy in a warehouse.

My motive... f*ck your motives.

- Emily, it's all right.

- Talk about real life here.

Real life.

I'm so sick of bullshit

excuses about abuse of power.

Reach for something in his

pocket, "Just doing my job."

"Get a split second to react."

You're talking about

motives and you, you, you.

You get to leave things

behind and start new ones.

You get to lie about what happened

and decide it's time for a change,

but what about the kid

outside the warehouse?

Hm?

When does he get to start new ones?

Where is his new lease on life?

f*ck your motives.

(muffled chattering)

[Mitchell] I wasted 30 years.

It was time for us to be

together, but I wasted it.

Tinkering.

Stay here.

(keys clinking)

(ominous music)

Up, up, up, up.

I am not the same person.

I would never do something like this,

even if we were drifting apart.

We are drifting apart. Sit down.

Right.

I was.

Am. She is.

So, now what?

We wait.

We wait.

He's so hard to talk to.

- Who?

- Him.

Both of you.

It's funny.

It's hard to say the

things I mean, sometimes.

It's like...

Get caught in my throat and

I can't move myself to say it.

Huh.

Remember when we met?

How you fancied yourself a good cook?

(Mitchell chuckles)

Right then, I should've said I

didn't want anything serious,

but I didn't.

Then I never did.

Suddenly, it was serious.

And I never said...

Well, we both knew, but never said that it,

it wasn't right, for so long.

You didn't want kids. I did.

Then I didn't want kids. You did.

I cheated. You cheated.

We both knew it and we didn't care.

We stayed together 'cause we were together.

Going through the motions for so long.

Why do you call Dreyfus?

It doesn't make any sense.

Probably thinks he isn't you!

[Mitchell] My memory,

it's not where you used to be.

We were happy, once.

We were happy, right here.

She needs something more.

You're holding her back.

She isn't staying.

I never was.

[Mitchell] Wait here.

(ominous music)

(Mitchell sighs)

(waves crashing) (ominous music continues)

(blade thudding) (Emily screams)

(Emily pants)

(g*n fires)

(g*n fires)

(distant g*n fires)

(Emily screams)

Mitchell!

- Mitchell!

- What happened?

- He got inside!

- What? What happened?

Our guy, I think I got him.

You go down that way, I'll cover this way!

Come on! We can still get him!

Did you k*ll her?

What? What?

Emily, did you k*ll her?

Put it down.

Put it down!

- Put the f*cking g*n down!

- f*ck.

- You shut the f*ck up!

- Oh, my God.

She must've broke... Shut the...

She was onto you, you f*ck. (Dark music)

No, you're trying to save your own a*s,

'cause she knows what you

are and you're a f*ck' liar!

And you lie!

No, you ruined it!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

(Dreyfus pants)

(eerie music)

[Dreyfus] f*ck, f*ck.

(eerie music continues)

I tried everything, too.

(eerie music continues)

It's just what happens.

You once tried to make

sure there was one of us.

How have you done it for so long?

I don't wanna live without her.

Em? (g*n fires)

I've wasted so much time.

(eerie music continues)

(footsteps clacking)

(Emily screams) (g*n fires)

I spent years chasing him.

(g*n fires)

(groans) No.

(eerie music continues)

(Mitchell grunts) (tense music)

(g*n fires)

(g*n c*ck)

(tense music continues)

Stay right there!

(distant boat horn blows)

Hands behind your back.

Behind your back! Now!

(birds squawking)

(Mitchell grunts)

(body thumps)

(g*n fires)

He never mattered. (Mitchell screams)

He's meaningless.

Arbitrary madness.

(eerie music)

(light crackling)

(Mitchell screams)

[Officer] Dreyfus,

you f*cked this up, man.

[Mitchell] I spent years wasted on you.

I tried to stop you from ever coming here.

No! No!

But there's no changing you.

- Stop him! Stop him!

It's who you are.

Do you know how many times I've k*lled you?

(g*n fires)

I k*lled you before we met.

Before you and Emily ever met.

It was all for nothing.

'Cause I still walk out to

that beach and find her gone.

(somber music)

(g*n fires) (electricity crackling)

And then I spent years running.

Sometimes, those 30

years felt like 30 minutes.

Time collapsed.

(somber music continues)

All those years.

Gone.

And one thing I didn't do

was spend time with her.

Talk to her.

I just pushed her further and further away.

I spent 30 years watching her die.

This was the last time.

It's wasting me away.

We're still trying, even now.

Two points, so close

together, they nearly meet.

They can keep trying.

I'm done.

I did it.

[Dreyfus] What good

is k*lling me gonna do?

- It was an accident.

- Don't use that word.

You're figuring out what to say right now.

Maybe you are deciding

between two sentences

and one means I sh**t you

and the other means I don't,

but that's not how it works.

They're both what you're supposed to say!

You were always gonna

say what you're about to say.

We were always gonna be here.

I was always gonna sh**t you.

Mitchell. (Groans) (g*n fires)

(waves crashing) (somber music)

(waves crashing)

[Emily] You're all the same, aren't you?

Let's go back. I know it now.

We can make this work.

We can survive together.

[Emily] No. They're nothing to survive!

They're already dead.

I can see you now.

Just now.

First time.

You're not my Emily now.

But you were, once.

I've never been your Emily.

(waves crashing)

(somber orchestral music)

(somber orchestral music continues)

(somber orchestral music continues)

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