01x12 - Elegy Part: 1

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"Training Day" follows a rookie cop as he infiltrates the LAPD's Special Investigation Section (SIS) by becoming a partner with a morally ambiguous Detective, whose off-the-books record has attracted the attention of the LAPD.
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01x12 - Elegy Part: 1

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Previously on Training Day...

I need hard evidence of
Frank Rourke's corruption.

Kyle: I went to see
Jack Rawls the other day.

He represented Teflon.

He claimed he was in the
employ of a dirty cop.

Was it you? And my dad?

No.

Patterson: I tracked the
money from Lockhart's fund

as far as I could.

She's paying a private
investigation firm in Mexico.

Who the hell would Lockhart
be looking for in Mexico?

Your name isn't Ivers.
I'd say you're CIA

working in the
Continental United States.

I don't know, but it
cost your dad his life.

Back off Billy Craig's m*rder.

If you keep digging,
it's not gonna end well.

Not for you, not for
anyone you care for.

[Coyotes howl]

[Vehicles passing, truck horn honks]

Frank: You're gonna want to judge me.

[Crowd cheering]

When the media gets ahold of this,

when the worst scandal

in the history of the department breaks,

when they're handing
down the indictments...


[Cheering continues]

... you're gonna hear
my name over and over.


Accusations of brutality.

Corruption.

m*rder.

♪♪

And you're gonna want to judge me.

But, hey, you've come this far.

All I'm asking is...

wait till you hear the rest of it.

I think you owe me that much.

[Siren wails in distance]

What's all this?

Ivers said Boudreau was stabbed, right?

So how the hell did those
t*rrorists get close enough

if Ivers was watching his back?

Ohh!

'Cause Ivers stabbed Boudreau.

You really think the
special agent in charge

of the FBI's L.A. office was m*rder*d

by a renegade agent
from Homeland Security?

Homeland Security might
carry Ivers on their books,

but I think he's CIA.

CIA can't operate on American soil,

so he's hiding inside
an agency that can.

To what end?

Ivers came to see me last night.

Told me to stop investigating
Billy's m*rder or else.

Why would Ivers know
anything about my father?

I don't know, but he's about to tell me,

- even if he doesn't know it yet.
- [Taser crackles]

Ivers isn't some
gangbanger you can scare

into snitching on his homies, Frank.

Guy's a professional.

He's the first solid
lead I've had in years.

[g*n clicking, b*ll*ts clinking]

I'll be damned I'm gonna
let him just disappear.

Hang on. Frank.

If someone sent Ivers to warn us off,

that means we're getting close.

Something we've brushed up against

made these people nervous
enough to break cover.

Ivers is the muscle.

The real lead is behind us somewhere.

- [g*n cocks]
- Before we make a run at Ivers,

let me look back and see what we did

to trigger him in the first place.

Alyse: Kyle, you know
where I am on this,

what I think it's doing to you.

I can't.

I can't walk away.

And what if you don't find

the answers you're
looking for? I have to.

♪♪

[Sighs]

[Car alarm chirps]

[Engine starts]

- [Body thuds]
- Man: Ow!

Aah!

[Coughs]

[Cries] Ow!

Ow! Oh!

I'm in pain!

I'm in pain!

Aah! Get up.

What you mean, Get up, man?!

I'ma call - -Accidentes, man.

You just hit me with a car, dawg!

Unless you wanna fix this another way.

Couple hundred should do
it to the chiropractor.

Yeah. What you think?

Guess again.

Guess again? G-Guess again?!

Hold up, man. Let me
tell you something, man.

I ain't playing here.

I got... I got whiplash, homie!

It's all right up in
here, in this section, man.

Whiplash is an injury to the neck.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, must be, uh,
back-lash, that's right,

or something new that just came out.

You know what, man?

Everybody's gotta make
a living. I get that.

I do.

But you picked the wrong car, Ese.

You didn't see the
government plates, did you?

You must be new at this game.

Or stupid.

[g*n cocks]

[Shotgun cocks]

Nah. We got the right car, Ese.

♪♪

[Horn honking in distance]

[Laughter]

- That's what so stupid about it!
- That's a joke.

- It is stupid.
- [Laughs]

[Indistinct conversations]

- Gentlemen.
- Yeah.

Sorry to interrupt your meal, but I...

Then don't, rookie.

I'm not a rookie. I'm a detective.

Oh. Pardon me, detective.

[Laughter]

Stan: Yeah. You've got, what?

Um... don't tell me.
No, no, don't tell me.

Um...

three years on the job?

Maybe?

[Sighs] Two and change.

[Laughter]

Stan never misses.

You're here about some wild-ass
conspiracy theory, right?

Biggest case of your short-ass career.

[Scoffs] How could
you possibly know that?

You're wearing it.

It's all over your face.

Stan: Hot on the trail for some monster.

Trying to open up the lid of that coffin

and put a stake through the heart.

[Laughter]

Oh, well, maybe I already have.

You're Tim Wallace, right?

You were the first cop on the scene

at my father's m*rder.

Detective Billy Craig.

Boyle Heights, .

Don't act like you don't remember.

Give us a moment, okay?

Come here.

[Indistinct conversations]

Department wrote the whole
thing off as a botched robbery,

but I know that was a crock, a cover up.

[Scoffs] What, you think?

Look.

We were busting your balls over there,

but listen, your old
man was a good cop, Kyle,

one of the best.

Never doubt that.

What they did to him was wrong.

Who's they?

They.

I mean, what, you want
names and addresses?

'Cause I don't have 'em. Nobody does.

For good reason.

Forget the guy on the grassy knoll.

These are the guys who sent him.

You know, you climb high enough,

you get to a place where
there's no difference

between cops and criminals.

No nations, no borders.

That's where you'll find them.

But, brother, I wouldn't recommend it.

What happened that night?

[Sighs]

I responded to a sh*ts-fired call.

- [Siren wails]
- Your dad was dead when I got there.

You see anything?

Something out of place?
A parked car? Anything?

No, not a damn thing.

Except... Billy had written
something on his wrist.

I always thought that it was
a partial plate or something,

but the investigation
never went anywhere

because somebody upstairs
didn't want it solved.

[Sighs] Whole thing made me sick.

That's when I pulled the pin.

I work private security now.

You talk to Billy's partner?
He's got to know something.

His partner?

Yeah. Frank Rourke.

When I got there, Rourke was with him.

[Sirens wailing]

[Car door closes]

Wait. Frank was there
with my dad when he d*ed?

Mm.

He told me he was at
Hollenbeck and First.

He was waiting for my father.

Look, I don't know anything
about Hollenbeck and First, but...

Frank was with your Dad
when I pulled up, all right?

Said Billy d*ed in his arms.

Then why wasn't Frank's
name in the report?

You listed everyone else.

Frank said that they were off the books.

I-I figured that he and
Billy had been out capering.

W-Whatever they got up to,
it was none of my business,

and I didn't want any part of it,

so I kept Frank's name...

[Gasps]

[Screaming]

[Sirens wailing in distance]

What, are you Batman now?

Nah, homie. Hold up, man.

Batman don't k*ll people, man,

or steal dope money or
plant evidence, or...

Shut it.

You know how this works, Ivers.

You want information. I
want off this building.

How do we resolve this?

We start by you telling
me who k*lled Billy Craig.

Craig d*ed years ago!

I was in Managua at the time.

No! No! No!

Aah!

You got to know something.

[Strap creaking]

[Panting]

Look, I'm a sh**t. I'm not a planner.

They tell me where to go
and what to do, not why.

I don't need to know, I
don't want to know.

I told you, man, they make
the omelets, I break the eggs.

Poor choice of words, Humpty Dumpty.

No! No!

[Ratchet clicks]

Who are they? Who sent you?

What, you think I
walk into a big office,

and M hands me a file?

It doesn't work that way.

There's cutouts, redundancies.

They don't want me to know
where the orders are coming from.

Nobody gets the whole picture

to prevent us from giving it all up

in the event some nutjob
dangles us from a rooftop!

No! Aah! Aah!

♪♪

I'm getting awfully
tired of holding this.

Okay. Okay.

Detective Craig has a key.

They want it. They've
been after it for years.

So you've been watching us.

They thought the key was lost forever

until your dumbass partner

started wearing it around his neck.

Then why not just k*ll
us both and take it?

Because there's two. There's two keys.

It's a match set.

They want 'em both.

For what? What do they open?

That's way above my pay grade, pal.

Man: Hey, Frank.

Didn't you say this guy
used to work for Home Depot?

Homeland Security. Homeland Security.

[Chuckles] Well, that's
kind of funny, man.

This right here says he
works at the State Department.

[Crowd chering, shouting]

♪♪

Frank: He's with the State Department.

We just k*lled a Fed, man.

Tell your bosses I don't scare easy.

A deep voice and a Kenny Loggins beard

won't quite do the trick.

I actually feel sorry for you,

you dumb son of a bitch.

I was trying to do you a favor,
warning you off of this thing.

[Laughs]

You're gonna wish to
God you'd listened to me.

[Laughs]

Enjoy the ride.

Aah!

- [Clank]
- Aah! Aah!

[Strap creaking]

Aah.

♪♪

[Siren wails, police radio chatter]

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Air Date June

Synced and corrected by Dragoniod for
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That's Agent Ivers' ID.

I know. I took it off of him.

We don't want to know how, do we?

Probably not.

So what's your beef with Ivers?

He told me to step
off of Billy's m*rder.

So naturally, you're
gonna do the opposite.

And that's an all-access pass

to the State Department Field Office.

What are we looking for?

Anything you can get your hands on.

So you want us to break
into a federal facility,

impersonate a government agent,

and steal confidential documents?

Oh, hell, Frank, I thought
you were gonna ask us

to do something stupid.

There's a catch.

Badge says State Department,

but I think it's a CIA front.

Well, that's not the catch, Frank.

That's the fun.

[Whitesnake's Here I Go Agai plays]

♪ Here I go again on my own ♪

[Horns honking]

♪ Going down the only
road I've ever known ♪

♪ Like a drifter, I
was born to walk alone ♪

♪ And I've made up my mind ♪

♪ I ain't wasting no more time ♪

You know I can't stand that stuff, man.

[Laughs]

Come on.

Did a lot of panty-diving
in the backseat to this song.

Well, don't get no ideas,

'cause I ain't even really here, man.

So you wanna talk about the
dead elephant in the room?

Do we have to?

We both know where you're headed.

[Sighs]

It was right in front
of us the whole time.

We just didn't see it.

♪ And I'm gonna hold on
for the rest of my days ♪

Chasing this got me k*lled, Frankie.

I don't want my boy to
suffer the same fate.

I won't let that happen.

♪ ... along the lonely street of dreams ♪

♪ And here I go again on my own... ♪

[Sirens wailing, horn honks]

How long have you known?

I'm late for a meeting.

I asked you a question.

How long have I known what?

That Frank was there at the scene

the night my dad was k*lled.

I suspected.

Couldn't prove it.

Who told you?

You first, Deputy Chief.

Did you knowingly put me in the car

next to the man who m*rder*d my father?

I put you in a car with Frank,

hoping you'd bring me
something I could leverage

to get him to tell me

what he knows about Billy's m*rder.

And you've been stringing me along

because Frank has got you twisted up,

convinced you need him.

If you have proof

that Frank lied about his
whereabouts that night,

for the sake of your father,
don't keep it to yourself.

So you can send Frank to prison?

So we can solve Billy's m*rder.

You signed off on Water Street,

knowing Frank and my dad
planted that g*n on Teflon.

Now, Teflon's dead, my father's dead.

Funny... Frank's the last one

who can testify to your involvement.

You better watch your ass, boy.

That's why you want him gone, isn't it?

It's not because of my father's m*rder,

it's because you're always
thinking beyond this desk.

A political career, maybe, and
Frank could t*nk it for you.

I'm bringing in Frank on
the m*rder of Billy Craig,

based on a statement from

a Confidential Reliable Informant,

confidential being the
operative word here.

I won't cooperate.

I won't play your games anymore, Joy.

Really?

Did you ever consider the fact

that I'm the only one who
knows you're undercover?

You're off the books.

Far as the rest of
the world's concerned,

you're just another
rogue cop in Frank's SIS.

Now, bring Frank in,

or go to prison with the rest of them.

It matters not to me.

♪♪

[Vehicles passing]

[Mouse clicking, computer beeps]

[Keyboard clacks, mouse clicks]

[Printer whirring] [Sighs]

Here.

Let me help you with that.

[Chuckles]

[Clears throat]

How do you know how to do this?

I've been tying Frank's
tie since I was ,

every time he went to
court, which was a lot.

[Chuckles]

♪♪

Yeah. You clean up nice.

[Sighs]

[Clears throat]

Not sure about the man bun, though.

You clear on what you're doing?

No. I'm not, Bec.

We're partners, right?
So that's all there is.

You and me kicking down doors,
watching each others' backs.

And I thought that would
be enough, I really did,

but it's not... Ah.

I mean, are you clear
on what we're doing here?

The mission.

Oh, yeah. Totally.

[Chuckles]

- [Clears throat]
- Good.

Because getting caught
doesn't end in arrest, Tommy.

It ends with a -g*n salute.

Well, I'm not gonna get caught.

♪♪

- This is Frank.
- [Elevator bell dings]

I don't check messages,
so don't leave one.


[Beep]

Hey.

You wanna tell me what
the hell is going on?

What are you talking about?

Lockhart just asked me

to assemble SWAT to bring in Frank,

which will likely result in a m*ssacre.

She can do that?

She's on the phone with
Judge Harrington right now,

getting a telephonic
warrant for Frank's arrest

based on some tip from
a confidential informant.

And all this after you paid

one of your weekly visits to her office.

You are not his trainee.
You are Lockhart's snitch.

It's not that simple, Val.
My Dad was Frank's partner.

This is about your father's m*rder.

Wait. You really think Frank
had something to do with it?

I honestly don't know.

Well, look, I am a
homicide detective, right?

Maybe I can help you.

[Sighs]

I don't know who to trust anymore,

so I'm not gonna trust anyone.

♪♪

He give you anything?

He's young.

He's not stupid.

♪♪

[Beep, lock disengages]

- Tommy: I'm in.
- Rebecca: What do you see?

Nothing.

Paint a picture with words, dude.

No, I mean, literally nothing.

No desks, no people.

They're gone.

Some black bag stuff, Bec.

Whatever Ivers was doing
here, he pulled up stakes.

He's getting ready to
go back underground.

He's gearing up for something big.

We gotta find Frank.

♪♪

Frank: He called me that night.

Said he had something by the tail.

I was supposed to meet
him at Hollenbeck and First

in Boyle Heights.

He never made it.

[Engine starts]

[Tires squeal]

[The Heavy's Short Change Hero plays]

♪ Mm ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ I can't see where you comin' from ♪

♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪

♪ And what matters ain't
the who's baddest, but the ♪

- [Tool thudding]
- ♪ And I suffer ♪

♪ But I ain't gonna cut you 'cause ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪

[Grunts]

Step away from the body.

[Exhales sharply] Put
the g*n down, Kyle.

We got work to do.

Come on, quit screwing
around and help me look.

Look for what?

♪♪

This.

Go ahead. Compare 'em.

They're a match set.

That's right.

Now we can finally finish
what your old man started.

♪♪

I just handed you the biggest
lead in your dad's case,

and you're looking at me like
you got a load in your diapers.

You lied to me, Frank.

I know you were there when my dad d*ed.

I didn't lie.

I put my ass on the line
paving yellow bricks for you.

I gave you Water Street.

That was the beginning.

The beginning of what?

The beginning of the end.

Your dad and I were convinced

Teflon k*lled a cop named Jeff Kern.

I didn't know Kern well,
but he was one of us,

so we weren't gonna let Teflon walk.

And we made damn sure he didn't.

- [Grunts]
- You k*lled a cop, Teflon,

which means you're going away for good!

- [Grunts]
- You can't put that on me!

Hell we can't.

Your prints are all
over the m*rder w*apon.

Plus all the g*nsh*t residue.

Aah!

Lockhart signed off on the
report that put him away.

♪♪

This is the last time.

Teflon swore he didn't sh**t Kern.

Told us some fairytale about
working for a dirty cop.

Hell, we knew he had been one
of Alonzo Harris' informants,

but Alonzo had been dead for
years when all this went down.

So we just figured Teflon was trying

to sell us some magic beans.

But then Teflon's k*lled on
his first day at Twin Towers.

Not k*lled, assassinated.

[Screaming]

Got Billy thinking that maybe old Teflon

was telling the truth after all.

That's what brought him
to the Crypt Keeper here.

Said he was gonna tell Billy

what really went down on Water Street.

[Crowd shouting, cheering]

Man: Come on, man!

[Cheers and applause]

[Indistinct chanting]

[Cheers and applause]

Come on! Get him up!

[Shouting indistinctly]

Billy: Wait here.

[Crowd booing]

[Shouting continues]

[Cheers and applause]

[Blows landing]

[Crowd groans]

[Cheers and applause]

♪♪

[Shouting continues in distance]

Let's make this quick.

I got bucks on the little guy.

You're the one asking
around about Teflon...

Gangbanger who k*lled that
cop down on Water Street.

I don't care about Teflon.

I want to know who k*lled Officer Kern.


I'm thinking the
sh**t's still out there.

[g*n cocks]

Hey, you're good.

[g*nsh*t]

[Casings clinking]

Should have seen that coming.

♪♪

Oh, hell, no.

We just k*lled a Fed, man.

Says here he's with
the State Department.

State Department my ass.

You saw how he handled himself.

This guy's a Spook.

And he came here to k*ll you.

Brother, whatever this is,

we don't want any part of it.

[Crowd cheers in distance]

It's La Fraternidad. They set me up.

La Fraternidad?

They put me in contact
with this guy, Frankie.

Why's the cartel in bed with the CIA?

I don't know.

But right now, we got
people out there,

so we sure as hell can't move him.

Then we won't move him.

Frank: So we put the body in the wall

and agreed to forget all about it.

Only my dad wouldn't let it go.

Two weeks later, he's
calling me, frantic,

asking to meet him here.

Meet me at Hollenbeck
and First. Code High.

I got something by the tail
here, man, something big,

and there's teeth at the other end, man.

You said he never made it.

He didn't.

By the time I found your
dad, he had bled out.

♪♪

Why didn't you tell me this before?

'Cause you weren't ready to hear it.

He was coming back
here for the second key.

But we still don't know what they open.

Take a closer look, rook.

[Exhales sharply]

The serial number's not
scraped off of this one.

We can find out what they open.

Bingo.

But first things first.

We got to get rid of this body again.

Sorry, Kyle.

Nobody gets out of this one clean.

On two. One, two.

Don't move!

♪♪

Joy.

Let me see your hands, Frank.

Frank: Didn't know you
still carried a piece.

Remember how to use it?

Want to find out, sucker?

You didn't check for a tracker?

I didn't think I had to.

You're relieved of
duty, Detective Craig.

It's the best I can do for you.

And you, you're coming with me.

On what charge?

m*rder.

Lockhart, listen.

You want to go down as an accomplice?

Leave the kid out of this.

You got no one to blame but yourself.

- Yeah, how's that?
- You had me sign off

on that Water Street
abortion to cover your ass.

You lied about all of it.

It wasn't Teflon who k*lled
Jeff Kern, was it, Frank,

any more than Billy's
m*rder was a botched robbery.

The same dirty cop k*lled them both.

That's what you think?

You think I k*lled Billy?

Teflon was your unregistered informant.

You had Billy plant that g*n on him

to protect yourself.

What, am I conscious?

Billy kept digging, didn't he, Frank?

He wouldn't let it go.

And you were afraid that he'd
work his way back around to you.

Find out that it was you
that had Teflon m*rder*d.

The Cartel k*lled Teflon.

And you're the one

who's been funneling cash into Mexico.

I know about your slush fund.

What are you paying for, Joy?

I was looking for answers,

for your connection to
the head of La Fraternidad.

- [Clatter in distance]
- Guys. Stay out of this!

El Jaguar?

I nailed the guy's wife.
That's the connection, Joy.

Beauty Queen. Miss Jalisco.

Ass like a couple of dogs
fighting under a blanket.

Hey, you asked.

Get away from the door!

♪♪

[b*ll*ts ricocheting]

I'm assuming they're not with you.

Still a brilliant detective.

Then who the hell are they?!

Don't think this is over
for one second, Frank.

Over? Hell, it's just getting good.

♪♪

[g*nshots]

Clear.

What?

[Laughs]

Let's get the hell out of here.

♪♪

We got sh**t on the second floor.

More coming from the entrance.

You take the catwalk, Trainee.

Try to keep 'em off our backs.

- You ready?
- Are you?

Hell, yeah.

[The Black Angels' Young Men Dead plays]

♪ Fire for the hills, pick
up your feet and let's ♪

Go

♪ Head for the hills,
pick up steel on your way ♪

♪ And when you find a piece
of them in your sight ♪

♪ Fire at will, don't you waste no time ♪

♪ Another thought of the unaware ♪

[g*n cocks]

Come on, Trainee.

[Screams]

[Body thuds]

[Breathing heavily]

♪♪

Thank you.

♪ Run for the hills, pick
up your feet and let's go ♪

♪ We did our jobs, pick
up speed, now let's move ♪

[g*n cocks]

♪ The trees can't grow
without the sun in their eyes ♪

♪ And we can't live if
we're too afraid to die ♪

Aah!

♪ Hold on tight ♪

♪ Yes, hold on tight, you're too slow ♪

♪♪

[Screams]

♪ Fire at the breeze that blows ♪

♪ These thoughts through our minds ♪

♪ Hire only thieves to steal
the thoughts from our heads ♪

♪♪

- [Exhales sharply]
- [Sighs]

[Chuckles dryly]

Good as you remember?

Nothing ever is.

Having said that, though...

[Breathing heavily]

My turn.

Come on, come on.
Wakey, wakey. Let's go.

Who are these guys?

Well, they're not the Salvation Army.

Ivers, your k*ll team's toast, pal.

That the best you got?

Ivers?

Oh, those guys are just
the first wave, Frank.

The Red Shirts. Cannon fodder.

And you were pissed I let
her put a tracker on my car?

Ivers played you.

He was after the second
key the whole time.

You led him right to it.

What keys? What is he talking about?

Ivers: Okay, here's the deal-e-o, Frank.

You walk out with the keys,

Kyle and Lockhart live to tell the tale.

However, I am not extending

that opportunity to you, you prick.

I got a better idea.

Why don't you nut up and
come up here in yourself,

we'll settle this man-to-man?

You think you're some kind of
latter-day gunslinger, Frank.

You're just a redneck
with a drinking problem

and a streak of dumb luck.

But that's about to run out.

[Grunts]

- She's hit!
- [Groans]

♪♪

Detective Craig, those are
some keen observation skills.

She's gonna bleed out if we stay here.

[Groans]

Come on.

I'll be back in two
shakes of a lamb's tail.

This is gonna hurt, but
I need you to get up.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Come on.

Aah. Aah. Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

[Both grunt]

I want to see a cloud of pink mist

where that bastard used to be.

[Old West sh**t-style music plays]

♪ Oh oh, oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪♪

Oh, you go to be kidding me.

[b*ll*ts richocheting]

[Truck horn honking to
the tune of La Cucaracha]

♪♪

[Truck beeping]

Son of a bitch!

[Engine revs]

- [Music ends]
- I had him.

Get the truck. Lockhart's been hit.

Lockhart?

What the hell's she doing here?

♪♪

Careful with her.

Easy. Sit her down.

Get her over here.

Set her down easy.

She's bleeding. Easy.

You didn't k*ll Billy, did you?

No.

And you're not protecting his K*llers.

Unh-unh.

[Inhales sharply]

Then what are we squabbling about?

[Exhales sharply]

[Breathing raggedly]

Thank you, Frank.

For what?

I feel like a cop again.

[Sirens approaching]

Hang in there. They're here.

We need to find out what those
keys open before Ivers does.

[Sighs]

♪♪

I'm done, Frank.

What do you want, Kyle? An apology?

[Liquor pouring]

Five months I had to
ride around this city

with my own personal drill instructor

berating me at every turn.

And I put up with it.

I went along with all
your crazy-ass schemes.

I even covered for you.

Because you made me believe I needed you

to solve my father's m*rder.

But you just walk into a trap

because you won't
listen to me or anyone.

Well, this is where I
get off, Training Officer.

Thanks, but I got it from here.

[Glass thuds]

I don't need you anymore, Frank.

Hey!

You know what?

I did lie when I said

you had your father's magic in you.

You're nothing like him.

Your Dad wasn't a coward.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey! Wait!

What the hell's wrong with you two?!

I should have turned you in
to Lockhart the day I met you!

What does he mean by that?

Just mouthing off.

♪♪

So Kyle was a spy for Lockhart.

Because I asked you about him,

and you straight-up lied.

And I thought we don't
do that to each other.

I was trying to protect you.

By exposing us to Lockhart?

I had to play the long game

if I was ever gonna find
out what happened to Billy.

Billy is gone!

Tommy and I are still here!

You should have told us, Frank.

That's not for you to decide.

I'm your boss.

I thought you were more than that.

What? She's not my kid, Tommy.

You can't treat people like this, Frank,

especially not her.

You stay the hell away
from Rebecca, you hear me?

She's already been through enough.

♪♪

[Dog barking]

I'm sorry. I-I should have called.

[Door closes]

What happened to you?

I got in a fight... with Frank.

Okay. Uh, sit down.

I'm done with Frank. I'm done.

[Inhales sharply]

I want to fix things.

I want to be here for you, for us.

It's too late.

♪♪

Baby.

I'm staying at my mother's for awhile.

Wait.

I'm tired of waiting, Kyle.

I hope you find whatever
answers you're looking for.

- I really do.
- [Door opens]

- Alyse.
- I'm sorry.

[Scoffs]

♪♪

[Nina Simone's Don't Let
Me Be Misunderstood plays]

♪ Baby, you understand me now ♪

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey!

What the hell's wrong with you?!

♪ If sometimes you see that I'm mad ♪

♪ Don't you know no one alive
can always be an angel? ♪

♪ When everything goes
wrong, you see some bad ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm just a soul
whose intentions are good ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't
let me be misunderstood ♪

♪ Don't let me be misunderstood ♪

♪ I try so hard ♪

♪ So please, don't let me be misunderstood ♪
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