02x09 - We'll Meet Again

[bunniefuu]

VICKI: Come on, Coreen.

Let's call it a day.

Do you have time for a walk-in?

Do they look like they can pay?

I can pay, Miss Nelson.

What can I do for you?

Um, Mr. Wilson steal your ball?

The name's Lee.

Rep in the street says you handle crazy cases.

Uh, I don't mean to be rude, but do

your parents know you're here?

It don't matter, because I'm an emancipated minor.

Ah, yes.

Another triumph for our legal system.

Look, I'm going to lay this out straight.

You guys need to help me find my wife.

Man, I had my coat on.

[THEME - TAMARA RHODES, "LIVE FOREVER"]

THEME SONG: I can't explain these things of late.

And it burns in the night, the place where I keep my peace.

And I can't explain these strange things of late.

And when the darkness falls, I hear you call.

It goes on, and on, and on.

I say, who wants to live forever?

Who wants to stop the sun?

Who wants to live forever?

It's you.

It's me.

It's in our blood.

Who will be my fantasy?

Who will be my ecstasy?

Who wants to live forever?

It's you.

It's me.

It's in our blood.

So are you old enough to drive?

Sorry.

No offense.

Hey, no foul.

But straight up, you guys got to help me.

You and your wife been together long?

Or was it one of those whirlwind, schoolyard romances?

Well, 400 years, a dozen lifetimes.

So, hell yeah.

It's been a long time.

You're reincarnated.

OK.

Well, in that case, I have someone

that you need to talk to.

Look, I don't want to talk to another shrink.

I've wasted enough time already. - No, no.

No, he's not a shrink.

He's more of, um, a historical consultant.

He doesn't bite.

Every time.

Henry, Lee.

Lee, Henry.

Hello, Lee.

I read these.

I used to draw, too, back in the '20s.

It was ads mostly.

It took me a long time to find her that time.

The short hair looked really great on her.

Were you a baby vamp?

Yeah.

Yeah, but in the sense of a cute girl.

I mean, my Sheba was a smarty.

I'm talking the cat's whiskers.

Her and me used to go on out breezing,

get all kinds of bush trying to outrun the boss.

That private d*ck brought you here

because she wanted to make sure she wasn't being a dumb door.

Now here's the rub-- she's ready to cast

kittens, turn lonely loosey, and cut you loose.

Got that, Lee?

I ain't no sad Betty, but I'm on a level.

I miss flappers.

Yeah, flappers were sick.

No one else understands I've d*ed a dozen times already.

Oh, tell me about it.

You, too, hey?

So what's the verdict?

I like him.

I also think he's telling the truth.

Well, if anyone's going to recognize an old soul,

it'd be you.

Here.

I was a Mohawk guide and she was a minister's daughter.

We had to meet on the down low under this young country.

This was when?

On the first night?

1682.

Yeah, we stole a canoe and we drowned

up in the Humber river rapids.

But at least we drowned together.

Star-crossed, like Romeo and Juliet.

If there's any reason to seek immortality,

eternity with your soul mate sounds pretty good.

Oh, now you sound like a 15-year-old boy.

OK, so where's the famous tree?

Yeah, you start to see my problem, G?

Yeah.

I mean, this malls been here 10 or 12 years.

Thank you, urban sprawl.

It was here.

It was right here.

It was the same thing every time.

One of us figures out who we are, finds the tree,

carves our initials, and sets it there to hook up.

We keep going until we find each other.

Well, I hope you find her, but I have to go.

I have another appointment, and I'm running out of night.

Trust her.

I did.

So why don't we start working on this in the morning then?

We can't-- can't we do this now?

You've been alive 400 years and you have a an impatience?

See, for those of us who have to cram it all into one lifetime,

we occasionally like to, you know, catch a wink or two.

Do you have anywhere to stay, Lee?

I'll figure something out.

I'll find a place.

Oh.

You could crash at the sofa in my office.

You almost forget you have a bed at home.

- Tell me about it. - You work all the time.

Yeah?

VICKI: Yeah.

So, uh, I guess you're not hooked up then.

Ex-nay on the hook, OK?

My bad.

Celluci, we need to schedule your performance review.

Hey.

I've completely on top of my paperwork.

I'm maximizing my downtime, just like they said in the seminar.

It's easier to catch up when you're not quitting cases, Dan.

Closes come in cycles.

And this cycle has got Vicki Nelson's name sh*t through it.

Saying I should sweat this review?

I have warned you about this before.

There's no reason to follow Nelson into the dark.

You review tomorrow.

LEE: All these lives are all so jumbled.

Everything is so mixed up in my head.

I remember my name is John.

John?

Well, that should be a piece of cake.

Yo, yo yo.

I'm seeing something.

Yeah, I'm seeing a car wreck.

OK, a red VW in Dallas.

Damn, it's my girl.

We always die together.

I mean, sometimes we have years, sometimes it's just for hours.

Still romantic to you?

Thanks.

When we die our souls go into the next baby being born.

You know, were at different lives, but we're the same.

So you're always left handed?

Yeah.

What about her?

Well, she's a really bad singer,

she's good with figures, and she hates cats.

OK.

So she's a tone deaf, cat hating, accountant.

What else?

Come on.

Come on.

Pretend we're playing the Newlywed Game for keeps.

I don't know how this stuff works.

It just does.

OK.

MIKE (ON PHONE): Yeah, Celluci.

Hey, it's me.

Hey, uncle Gus.

Nice to hear from you.

Oh.

Connolly's lurking, huh?

All right. I have a favor to ask of you.

So just say yes.

It'll be easier.

Yeah.

Thursday dinner sounds great.

All right.

Can you pull an accident report for me?

It would be about 15 or 20 years ago.

Two fatalities.

The first names are Alice and John.

And it was a red VW, if that helps.

What is this?

Bring your own haystack week?

I know.

But come on, it's in the name of love, love at first sight.

You know what?

I am staring at a whole stack of love at first sights.

And they all ended up in property damage, abuse

restraining orders, and death.

Oh, that's so sweet.

They should crochet that on something.

Give me till morning. I'll see what I can do.

OK? - OK.

Thanks. Will do.

AUGUSTUS: Excellent reflexes.

You're faster than you used to be.

HENRY: And you're just older, and more distinguished.

Augustus.

Henry.

Your message was cryptic.

Are you looking to make a move?

Or not?

Yes, I think so.

I am.

We can work with that.

Night after tomorrow, your place.

I'll bring the book.

Thanks, Mike.

Bye.

I'm flashing back to my past life.

And it smells a lot like a locker room.

You got any mouthwash?

VICKI: Yeah, I'll get it for you in a sec.

Your memory was off a bit.

It was Alice and John Smith.

Of course, in that car accident 25 years ago,

there was only one fatality.

Well, that's not right.

It kind of is.

Look.

Here's your obit.

See.

John Smith, deceased after a long illness,

pre-deceased by his wife, Alice.

And survived by a younger brother, Jeff.

Jeff.

Huh.

Well, that gives a whole new meaning to the term long lost.

[knock on door]

Hi. Jeff Smith?

Yes.

My name's Vicki Nelson.

I'm a private investigator.

This is--

You look good, bro.

Uh.

Hey.

Sorry.

This is Lee, my intern.

He's, uh-- he's very excited about missing French.

Listen, I know this might be difficult after all this time,

but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind

discussing the accident that k*lled

your brother and sister-in-law?

it was-- not a lot to tell, really.

There was an accident.

Alice d*ed.

And they brought John back, and he fell into a coma.

They said I should pull the plug.

I knew they were right, but it took me

10 years to find the courage.

Well, you should have let him go.

He would rather die with her. VICKI: I'm really sorry.

He's just--

What the hell do you know about it?

VICKI: I'm very sorry.

Just don't come back here again.

First the tree, now this.

I don't feel good.

How are we going to find her?

I don't know.

You just freaked out the only person who has

any details that might help us.

It's the damn hormones. OK?

It happens every time I become a teenager again.

It sucks.

Come on.

Let's go drown your sorrows in pizza.

You know, I could have gone down to the precinct

and picked this up.

Detective Celluci dropped it by for you.

I don't pry.

It just doesn't add up.

The paramedics arrived quickly, but were

delayed leaving the scene.

Two of the paramedics got into a fight?

It doesn't say why in the report,

because the cop who filled it out was too busy covering

his own ass to do his job.

When was this?

1983.

Was there a lot of blood?

Hmm.

The report says she was a hemophiliac.

That's odd.

Women pass on the gene, but to develop the disease is rare.

I get regular abstracts from the hemophilia society.

VICKI: Well, how many are we talking about in town?

Female hemophiliacs in this city, precisely three.

Well, that needle kicks the haystack's ass.

Hi.

Helen Underhill?

Yes.

You're older.

I don't know how I can thank you.

BARTON: Who's that?

Please say that is the plumber.

Honey, who are these people?

Wait. Who are you?

Oh, I'm going to go out on a limb

and say that's the husband.

Oh, baby, it's me.

Romeo, back off.

Was I talking to you?

No, I wasn't. VICKI: OK.

OK.

Heart-warming reunion is over.

It's time for quiet, inside voices.

I'm calling the police.

That's OK.

Sorry to bother you.

You clearly don't need any magazine subscriptions.

Honey, do you know this kid?

No, I have no idea who he is.

That's bull.

That's bull.

You and me were meant to be together.

VICKI: OK. Enough.

No, I have to talk to her.

Sorry.

Really sorry to have bothered you.

I phoned around.

The other two women were still alive when Alice Smith d*ed.

So it couldn't be them.

Well, cougars everywhere thank you for that.

It was her. OK?

I can feel it was here.

I've been doing this a long time.

I got to prove my love somehow, win her back.

Look, Lee, this isn't a teen movie.

You can't just stand on her front lawn,

holding a boombox playing a romantic song.

You're not going to get what you want that way.

She said she didn't know you.

I mean, not to mention the fact she's old enough

to be your chemistry teacher.

I lay there 10 years too long.

Now we're out of whack.

That's why she's older.

Look, I got to bounce, get some fresh air or something.

You guys-- you guys seeing me like this is embarrassing.

Because you were so smooth on the porch.

OK.

Let's just take a time out.

We'll regroup later.

You keep an eye on him.

Why is everything so messed up this time?

You know, I--

I used to think I had my destiny figured out,

but I was better off in a damn coma.

So it turns out the love of Lee's many lifetimes

has no idea who he is.

That hurts.

Yeah.

I don't even know why I'm surprised at this point.

Love is a fragile thing.

From one lifetime to the next, it's never easy.

Yeah.

Um, the '80s called, they would like their lyrics back.

Look, you two hit it off.

Can you talk him through this whole thing?

Don't tell me you think he should pursue it?

I don't know.

I do think you're very eager to dismiss it.

Well, he's 15 years old.

So were you once.

As was I.

This is different.

I don't see how.

Well she's a decade older for starters.

Older women can be quite intoxicating.

Well, she's married.

Hardly an insurmountable obstacle.

Especially if she's-- - No.

No.

Please, don't say don't say soul mate.

I can't handle it.

As you wish.

I mean, this is a woman's marriage

we're talking about here.

It's not something to be just tossed away casually.

I'm not.

But I do know a thing or two about dying for love.

Lee's lived for love.

And he's d*ed for it.

He's even transcended death in search of it.

What about that sounds casual to you?

I don't even know why I thought I

should talk to you about this.

The simple fact that he keeps coming back,

doesn't that say something?

Yeah, it says that he's completely obsessed.

There's no pull more powerful in the universe than longing.

That kind of longing will get you an ankle bracelet

and a restraining order.

In my time, it got you a sonnet.

That's progress for you.

Vancouver?

What?

Are you planning a trip, Henry?

Do you know why you're having such trouble with your case?

I'm sure I'm about to find out.

Because you don't understand your client.

Not one bit.

Hey.

Hi.

Where is he? - He wanted to walk.

Why?

Um, I'm trying to figure out why Helen Underhill

took this book out four times.

"Ancient Echoes."

Yeah.

And this one, "Past Hurts, Past Healing."

These are all books about reincarnation.

Yes.

So I either prove that she's from the west coast, or--

She lied.

And you believe him.

No, I believe we haven't exhausted all the avenues yet.

Come on.

That's kind of a big leap from a bunch

of books about reincarnation to I'm pining for my soul

recycle boy-toy.

How did you get her library records?

I know librarians.

- Mhm. - Don't judge.

[beeping]

Ooh.

Let's see if this pays off.

This month is the anniversary of the car accident.

Guess who sent flowers to John Smith's grave?

[music playing]

Hi.

I told you not to come back here.

I'm very sorry about before, but I really do need your help.

Do you recognize this woman?

She's older here.

She was a teenager when she came to see me.

She asked questions about John, but--

but Alice, she-- she talked about Alice

like they were old friends.

She knew things she couldn't possibly have know.

Such as?

One day when John was at work I went over to see Alice

and made a fool of myself.

Oh.

Boy.

And this girl, she told me I should forgive myself,

because Alice had forgiven me.

Everybody makes mistakes, Mr. Smith.

Look, don't take this the wrong way,

every time you come here, you dredge up terrible memories.

My mom says the same thing every time

I come home for the holidays.

Thank you for your time.

Hey, Coreen.

It's me.

Helen Underhill is a liar.

She was trying to find Lee.

We at least owe Lee an explanation.

Yeah.

Well, he's shredded more than his skateboard moves lately.

He's on my last nerve.

You're thinking of not telling him

that Helen was looking for him?

Yo, I'm here.

And I ain't leaving.

My word is bond.

I'm the same man.

That fort in Brookville, I breached it.

That winter in 1898, I was the one

who brought you that blanket.

The day the w*r ended in Europe, I was

the one who grabbed your hand.

Yo, all of that was me.

Why can't he just obsess over video games like

every other 15-year-old boy?

Wait. Wait.

Wait. Just let it play out.

You know who I am.

You have to.

Why couldn't you just stay away?

Three years I looked for you.

Where were you?

You weren't there.

I'm here now.

Well, it's too late.

Lee, she said no.

Yes, go with him.

Just don't let him get into any trouble.

And tell him I need to talk to him.

OK.

Just let him go.

I thought I had.

Here you go.

Are you sure this is decaf?

Oh, yeah.

Real coffee would take this out behind the shed

and b*at it til it turned to tea.

So he slept here?

Yeah.

He's really messy.

He couldn't get the cap back on the toothpaste, couldn't hang

the towel back up to save his life,

left the seat up on the toilet, and that--

there you're all filled in.

Now how far along are you?

Is it that obvious?

Just observing.

I'll be showing soon.

We always sacrifice everything.

It never works out.

Yeah, the fairy tale runs a little thin on the ground.

Doesn't it?

Yeah, a pregnancy like mine is still dangerous.

It's only in the last 20 years I could

even consider carrying to term.

Barton's so protective, stable, safe.

I know he'll never leave me.

He's the kind of guy who buys you socks for your anniversary.

I get it.

I do love him.

Hey, Barton's the logical choice.

You know, I've been a damsel in distress,

a disobedient daughter, a teen bride.

I followed my heart for a dozen lifetimes.

Well, maybe it's time you start following your head.

No, I'm still following my heart.

It's just telling me something different.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I have two men in my life.

You know, with one it's like--

but the other one is so--

yeah, I don't even think my head and my heart

are on speaking terms anymore.

I used to feel that way.

You cannot tell him.

He wanted children so badly.

But he stayed with me, even when he knew he couldn't.

Does it ever stop being confusing?

Not really.

I'm not going to stop you.

But if you think getting drunk is going to solve anything,

you're in for a disappointment.

I got to win her back.

For real.

The night was black.

We found that tree.

Her pops said we'd never be together.

So we busted out and we stole a canoe.

That was a long time ago, Lee.

1881.

She was heading back to boarding school.

So I jacked a horse and I b*at the train there.

I've climbed rock faces.

I've seen bad places.

Army's rise, and army's fall.

To be with her, I've done it all.

Back in the day you could steal a horse

or raid a village, storm a castle,

but nowadays, when a woman says move on, that's what you do.

It's a different time.

Well, this time sucks.

They keep people alive in comas, and they

cut down trees for another dam mall nobody needs.

It's not ideal.

I'll give you that.

People used to talk about love a whole lot less,

and prove it a whole lot more.

You know what I'm saying?

True that.

Old soul or not, you're still a minor.

Coreen followed you.

Told me where I could find you.

Yeah.

Well, I don't need your help anymore.

I know what I got to do.

Do you ever ask yourself why, Lee?

I mean, why the two of you are never together that long?

Why something always jumps in and drives the two of you

apart?

You know, at a point you can see that the universe is

trying to tell you.

You know, most of us get one lifetime.

We make our mistakes.

We learn from them.

And we move on.

I just think it's time you learned that.

You're right.

Respect.

VICKI: Good luck, kid.

Did you enjoy that?

I am just trying to pull the Band-Aid off nice and fast.

Sooner he understands all this, the sooner he can move on.

Maybe it is time he gets away from her.

You know, this isn't a romance novel, Henry.

There is no happily ever after.

I'm finally starting to see that.

Augustus, let's do this now.

[music playing] Just like clockwork,

we decide on these little known facts waiting for us.

Turn the light off and go on home.

Absence serves you well.

What's in the pace of a day?

Leftover to drag our feet around.

We long to be there, always aware of the spaces between us.

Lie still and listen to the hiss and the crackle.

What's in the pace of a day?

We can't un-- drag our feet around.

We can't decide.

Always aware of the spaces between us.

BARTON: Look, give me an hour and I'll be home.

Yeah.

You, too.

LEE: Hey.

All right.

Funs over, Kid.

It's not your fault. You wouldn't be able to understand.

Look here.

I don't know where you saw her, and I don't care.

You're sick.

You need help.

And that's fine.

But, yo, yo, yo, now here's what's up.

OK?

You're going to stay away from my wife and me,

or you're going to get hurt.

It's not like that, man.

I just want to talk to you.

You just want to get with her.

I know.

It's never going to happen.

No.

I love her.

[music playing]

Have you ever fought for food?

[yelling]

I don't do Queensberry rules, G.

OK. Come on.

Let me pass, or I'll huff and I'll puff.

And you still won't get through that door.

Whoever said wisdom was the result of life experience

was a moron.

How is he?

Barton Underhill's assailant knocked him to the ground,

struck him repeatedly, probably would

have k*lled him if somebody else hadn't come along

and scared him away.

If he makes it through the night he might be able to sit

up and see his baby being born.

He did manage to give an ID.

Apparently our suspect--

--is my client.

I know that part. All right.

Commence Celluci scolding.

Vicki, this is attempted m*rder.

You led the perp write to the victim.

If I had known any of this I wouldn't

have let him out of the office.

OK, he just seemed upset.

I mean, he's 15 years old.

How many 15-year-old drug dealers and g*ng bangers

have we sent up over the years?

You have any leads?

None besides you.

You can start by telling me why your client

thinks that the victim's wife is his ex-girlfriend.

You remember that accident I had you pull the car

wreck from 25 years ago?

That was them in a past life.

No.

Vicki, this isn't just about you anymore.

OK?

I can't paper this one over.

Where's this kid's parents?

He's an emancipated minor.

Don't look at me. OK?

Look at the judge. Just tell me.

What do you need me to do?

Oh, I think you've done enough, Nelson.

Let's do that review now.

You're distracted and diffuse.

You're not clearing cases.

You alienate colleagues with erratic behavior.

Any of this sounding familiar, Nelson?

Your vics awake.

Finish the interview and stop pulling on the thread

that's unraveling your career.

If I decide that you are interfering

in this investigation in any way,

I'll throw your ass in jail myself.

Exquisite.

I gave up trying to serve you anything else a long time ago.

Do you even remember the taste of wine?

Compared to blood, everything else pales.

So few people know what to serve

when they're entertaining.

My father used to go on and on about your Pomme Vertone '23.

Hoo.

First vintage after the w*r.

Not that this isn't a treat, Augustus,

but if it's all the same can we cut the small talk

and get to negotiations?

As you wish.

You know, they keep trying to make me go digital.

I say, you can't hack into cuneiform.

Amen to that.

All right.

We're on the record.

And I'm officially open.

I'm looking for an open territory, or a straight swap.

Let's see what we've got.

Are cash inducements available?

Within reason.

Are you restricting this to North America?

For now.

Do you affirm that these grounds are not compromised

by publicity, indiscriminate haunting, or otherwise

compromising forces, unnatural or not?

I so affirm.

You sure?

Augustus?

Four generations of families help to keep the peace.

I don't intend to let things slide now.

You sound just like your grandfather.

Why, thank you.

If you really want to make a move,

why not build on a significant territory?

Say, one of those New York bureaus?

I'm not interested in the upsell.

I'm thinking more west coast, Vancouver, Seattle, perhaps.

That's too wet.

You'll catch your death.

Well, maybe not you, but--

is this about Christina?

No.

No.

AUGUSTUS: But there's a woman?

Yes?

My granddad was right about you.

Lee, what are you doing here?

What did you do?

I made a mistake.

It wasn't supposed to go down like that.

For real.

It got so crazy.

And I'm so sorry.

Just let me call Vicki.

We can get you some help.

No Vicki.

OK?

I just came to say thank you.

I don't want you guys to worry anymore.

I just have to start over.

You put him in the hospital.

You did that.

It's not simple anymore.

You're wrong.

It's so simple.

We just need to start over.

What do you mean "we", Lee?

- I need your wallet. - Lee?

Your wallet.

Thanks.

Cars in the garage.

Keys are on the counter.

There should be a half a t*nk.

Thanks.

You know, that museum in '62, you remember that?

Yeah.

It was me that pulled the alarm.

I knew it.

And you took the heat for John.

I loved you for that.

You take care.

I got to go, little brother.

[phone ringing]

MIKE (OVER PHONE): Celluci.

VICKI (OVER PHONE): Hey, Mike.

I think Lee's going to do something drastic.

So we need to track down any acquaintances

of John and Alice Smith.

I mean, Lee's looking for something familiar.

So he may even go back a lifetime.

- That's 40 years. - Yeah.

Well, it's all we've got.

I'm just trying to figure out I'm going to explain

that line of inquiry.

Hey, listen.

Do you have a car on Helen Underhill's house?

Gee, that's a great idea.

Because it would never occur to a cop to send a car.

What?

You sent one?

Mike, if any of the stories about this kid are true,

then he's been a soldier, a trapper, a thief, a tracker.

And a lawyer, and a doctor, and an Indian chief.

Yeah, I get it.

Would you check on your patrol?

All right. Hold on.

VICKI (OVER PHONE): Thank you.

921. .

Ferguson, you there?

I gotta go.

You never did lock up.

This isn't the way.

It's the only way.

Come on.

Come on.

[crying]

Please, Lee.

You've got to let me go.

It's a knew tree, hey?

Wipe the slate clean.

You and me start over.

I've known him two years.

He's kind.

He loves me.

It doesn't matter.

Oh, Lee, it does to me.

We've done this enough.

It's time to stop.

It got messed up this time.

For sure.

OK?

This will be better next time.

Wait.

You're going to see.

VICKI: Her car's still parked in the garage.

There's no sign of a struggle.

Everything seems to be in order.

What's he doing?

Where are they going?

They always meet at the tree first.

I do understand him.

I really wish I didn't.

[phone ringing]

COREEN: Vicki? - Yeah.

He's going to try and recreate the first time.

COREEN (OVER PHONE): What does that mean?

It means he wants a do over.

We cannot let him have it.

OK?

I need you to find any kind of a group of old growth trees,

or protected trees, like the ones they

carved their initials in to.

All right?

It'll be isolated.

I'm on it. I'll call you back.

OK.

Thank you.

It's a pretty big leap.

Well, for us, I mean, that's not even hitting the top 20.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, Celluci.

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

They found the uniform in his car three blocks from here.

He's unconscious.

His g*n was taken.

Look, this place is going to be swarming in about two minutes.

And they're going to have a lot of questions for you.

Probably best for both of us if you just go.

Hey?

How you going to find him?

Well, I'd--

I'd have to know someone who was a superior tracker with almost

supernatural skills.

Him.

Mike, I'm sorry.

I Screwed up.

You better get out of there while I still have a job.

AUGUSTUS: All right.

I'll bring your draft papers by on Thursday.

I'll extend my reservation to Friday.

Great.

Oh, my.

Hi.

Vicki Nelson, this is Augustus.

Very nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Mhm.

Nighty-night here.

Uh, what was that all about?

Another night at the Four Seasons on my account.

Right.

Right.

Henry, I know this isn't your problem,

but Lee has taken Helen.

I think he's going to try and press

some reset button or something.

I need your help.

I know you like this.

Kidnapping and confinement crosses the line.

It always did.

Even true love has its breaking point.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

Coreen?

This breed of tree had a bad blight hit in the '70s.

It's actually pretty rare now.

But there's a protected corpse of them in Hyde Park.

I'm texting you a map.

Thank you so much.

OK, we're on our way.

We got it.

Let's go.

LEE: It's going to be better next time.

You're going to see.

It hasn't been working, not for a few lifetimes now.

I get hurt, or you take a risk you

shouldn't so I won't get hurt.

We've been avoiding the truth, Lee.

We haven't been happy.

That's not true.

You are in love with being in love.

And I'm so tired.

I need to move on.

Well, we got a new tree now.

Everything's good from next time.

There is no next time.

There is if I say there is.

This is all my fault. I shouldn't have pushed him.

I shouldn't-- - Don't.

You were right to push.

Everybody needs a push sometimes.

That's how we know when it's time to move on.

You really mean that?

Yeah.

Trouble is, is Lee wasn't ready to hear

what you had to say.

But you are?

Yeah.

That way, two heartbeats.

Don't wait for me.

Go.

Please.

It's time to stop.

It will stop.

Right now.

I can't let you do that.

Then k*ll me.

Maybe I'll k*ll her first.

Maybe I won't.

Lee, things change.

They're supposed to.

That's now how things are supposed to happen.

Lee, she's pregnant.

How could you not tell me that?

I thought you couldn't.

It's not just about you two anymore.

Think of all your great adventures,

all the things you did for love.

I did.

I did all of those things.

Those were me.

Yeah.

And if you do this, all you'll be is a k*ller.

What about next time, Lee?

What is she going to think?

How is she supposed to feel the next time?

I can't go on.

No.

Not like this.

Lee, don't do this.

You have this life.

Live it.

Please, Lee.

Come on.

OK, I got her.

It's not worth it anymore.

Don't destroy yourself.

Choose to move on.

To hell with love.

There was this girl I went to the Academy with, real mouthy.

I could barely talked to her.

But I was completely obsessed with her.

Got my badge.

Guess who I ended up working with?

How did that work out for you?

Great.

Until it didn't.

You know, Lee, passion is one thing.

And it's rarely very honest.

So you hurt.

But you work at it, and you work at it, until you eventually

get to a better place.

You really think so?

Well, that's the theory anyway.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you're young.

You don't know that romance is the easy part.

Love, well, it takes years and years of hard work

to pull that one off.

Write it up.

I'll be back.

You OK?

Yeah.

You know, Henry is thinking of leaving town.

Because of you?

[phone ringing]

Nelson investigations.

Mike, hey.

That's great.

Well, she's right here if you want to--

OK.

Sure, I will.

Lee is taking a plea.

He won't be tried as an adult.

He could have told me himself.

Right.

So it's like that.

You really think it's over between Lee and Helen?

Or in another generation it will start up again?

Who knows.

All that energy, all that obsession, all for the one.

Yeah.

Well, some people have more than one.

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