Answers to Nothing (2011) Movie Script
Do you want to hear
a romantic story?
It was World War ll.
He was young, 22, 23,
paratrooper,
tough son of a bitch.
They were being dropped
somewhere over France.
His chute was damaged
by enemy fire,
and he lost control
and landed on the roof of a house
in the middle of the country.
I guess he got injured somehow,
I think from the hard landing
from the hole in his chute.
Anyway, the man
that lived in the house
had a beautiful young daughter
who nursed him back to health.
And after a few days,
he left to rejoin his unit,
but not before telling her
that he would be back for her.
Eight months later,
he returned...
and he's been with
my grandmother ever since.
Beautiful story, huh?
Romantic, right?
Yeah, romantic.
He said that he would be here.
I... I told him this morning.
Well, why don't you give him
a call again?
I'll handle another patient,
and I'm sure he'll be here
when I come back.
Oh, my God!
You're unfucking believable.
I'm gonna come so fucking hard.
Oh, God!
Fuck!
Oh, my God, yeah!
Don't... Don't... Don't...
Don't swallow it.
Hmm? Don't swallow it.
No, don't... don't spit it out.
Spit it in here, baby.
You turn me on.
I gotta go.
Early this morning, local volunteers
gathered to work with police
in combing a huge area
down by the shipyards
for any signs of
But later in the day,
police once again
found themselves
reaching out to the public
for help in this unsettling case.
We believe the perpetrator snuck
into the bedroom window
and took her while
the family was asleep.
Detective,
one more question, please.
You've been questioning a neighbor
by the name of Roger Beckworth.
Is he a suspect?
No.
I already told you Mr. Beckworth
is merely a person of interest.
Now, that's all I have for you today.
All I ask is that if anybody
sees Christie Dillon
or knows anything
about her whereabouts,
to please contact 911
so we can get her back here
where she belongs,
at home with her family.
Thank you.
Detective, I just need to know...
is there any other suspect?
Frankie...
so you still want to keep two
black-and-whites in front of the house?
Yeah, and, uh...
keep the reporters
off the damn lawn, okay?
Right. Right.
All right, Barbara Walters,
that's enough.
Let's go. Off the lawn.
I got here as soon as I could.
I'm so sorry.
I got caught up with a new client.
I called your cell phone.
I know. The battery's dead.
I forgot to charge it.
Why are you crying?
You're 40 minutes late, Ryan!
I know. I...
I got stuck with a client. I...
I told you I'm sorry,
but I'm here now,
a-and we're here now.
You did it already?
In the car. In the parking lot.
In the parking lot?
Yeah.
You know I get nervous
in doctors' offices.
I just wanted to make sure
that I had a good sample.
Ah, Ryan, you made it.
Yes.
- And I see you have your sample already.
- I do.
Well, let's get started.
We're praying for you.
Thank you.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.
Good.
Well, that's good.
Still getting your weekly tests, right?
Good, 'cause your parents
aren't backing down.
They want him,
and they're gonna say that you're
not fit to care for him.
They want him in a home.
He doesn't want to go there.
Well, we've done
everything that we can
to establish that you're
a responsible caregiver,
so who... uh, who's
assigned to us for this?
Michael Ambrose.
He's fair.
He's gonna listen to us,
and that's really all that you
can ask for in a mediator.
I know it sounds really cold.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Why don't I come over to your place
the night before?
We'll prepare.
Okay...
I hate...
being obligated to talk to people
just because it's polite.
I hate...
people who say
that money doesn't matter,
because it does.
I hate laugh tracks.
I hate people who don't think
that there are two Americas.
I hate when you bite into an onion ring
and the onion comes out,
but then you're left with
this fried bread tube thing.
I hate how I always think that I have
a booger hanging out of my nose,
and I'm constantly trying
not to touch my nose so that...
I just... I always feel like
there's a booger that's there,
that's dangling there
when I'm talking to people, and...
I hate it.
I hate people who don't use pictures
of themselves on Facebook.
MIX
DID YOU LOSE THIS DOG'?
Uh, sorry. I, um...
I think I hit something over here!
Found her bed empty
and the screen
on her window removed
Right now, neither of her parents
are considered suspects
by the authorities,
but there is some interest
being paid to a neighbor.
Thanks, Leslie.
Prepare for the heat wave to contin...
Ready to go, buddy?
One of us has gotta lose some weight.
And Paris Hilton.
I fucking hate that bitch.
And... And hairy moles
on people's faces.
You know, I just want
to grab that catfish whisker
and just rip it
right off of their chin.
Jesus Christ.
And rotator cuffs.
I hate them.
I tore mine three years ago,
and it still hurts.
And I hate...
I hate black people.
I hate the way that they talk in movies.
I mean, it's got to bug the shit
out of you, too, right?
Hey, what time do you guys
want to practice tonight?
I thought you guys were
DJing at Jones tonight.
Nah, it's tomorrow.
I got plans.
That old married guy tonight?
He's not that old.
But he is that married.
Man, from here, he just seems
like somebody's dad.
I got a feeling he's a little bit
more than just that.
- Mr. Beckworth.
- Hi.
I'm Detective Frankie Graylin.
I know. I've seen you on TV.
Great. So let's, uh, talk
about why you're here.
Right.
As you know, with your permission,
we searched your truck,
and we found a strand of hair
that belonged to Christie Dillon.
Right.
I know you already
gave an explanation,
but I'd like to hear it again.
Okay...
About, um...
three weeks ago,
I went to the park at the end of my street
to eat my lunch,
and I saw Christie there
with one of her friends.
I think her name was Heather.
And, anyway, Christie was, uh,
sort of helping, uh,
support, carry Heather,
who's limping.
Christie looked, uh,
a little overwhelmed
'cause they had a couple
of bikes with 'em.
And where were you? On a bench?
No, no, no. I was...
I was eating my lunch in my truck,
you know,
facing the softball field.
Okay...
So, you know,
I got out of my truck,
and, uh, you know,
I asked Christie
if she, you know,
needed some help.
And you know her? Knew her?
Oh, sure, yeah.
No, I've known Christie and her family
since Christie was little.
You know, I've been over their house
you know, to a holiday party
a couple times.
We do a big block party
on the Fourth of July.
It's a great neighborhood.
- I get it.
- Good. Right. Okay.
So, uh, it turns out
that Christie's friend,
uh, her ankle was banged up
pretty bad
from falling off her bike, so, uh,
I loaded their bikes
in the back of my truck,
and I took the girls back
to Christie's house.
And had Christie ever been
in your truck before?
Uh, no.
No, that was the first
and, uh, the only time.
Oh. Ls there a...
Are you currently in a relationship or...
No, I'm not.
Uh, you know, my wife and I,
you know, we got divorced,
like, 15 years ago,
and, uh, you know, I've had a couple
of relationships on and off since then,
but nothing too serious
the last year or so, so...
How about you?
A-Are you seeing anybody, Frankie?
No, I'm currently not in a relationship.
Well, uh...
This is probably really inappropriate,
but,
you know, after all this,
you know, blows over,
I mean, when you guys find Christie,
maybe you and I, we could...
we could have dinner or,
you know, we could...
Wow, that was inappropriate.
Yes, it was very inappropriate.
I'm sorry. It's... I'm sorry.
It's you're very attractive.
That was dumb. It was dumb.
- Look, it's...
- No, it was dumb.
- Sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
- It's okay.
Okay...
It's all right.
Oh, God.
You know, actually I-I'm very flattered,
- but let's just leave it alone.
- Okay.
All right. Uh, I think
we're done here for today.
Uh, can I... Am I done?
Yes. I will send somebody in
with your release papers.
- Sorry.
- It's all right.
Oh, God.
Ah, fuck.
You know how fast you were going?
No. I'm sorry, officer.
I thought I was going
the speed limit.
No. You were going 39
in a 25-mile-per-hour zone.
License and registration, please?
Right.
Okay...
You startled me.
That was so quick.
Well, I... I didn't
mean to scare you.
Look, this is...
this is the end
of a school zone here,
you know, which means
that there are a lot of kids around,
playing, you know.
Sometimes they don't pay
much attention to traffic.
You know, they might just jump
right out from behind a parked car
to chase down an overthrown football
or something,
and, the speed you're going,
you're not...
you're not gonna have
time to... to brake.
You know, so...
So just, you know, for everyone's sake,
slow down next time, okay?
You're not gonna give me a ticket?
Thank you.
Thank you so much, officer.
I will totally be more careful
from now on.
Okay...
You have a good day.
Thank you. You, too.
Hey, Mrs. Harrison.
Oh, Jerry, honey,
I got something for you.
Um, how've you been?
Oh, I'm good. I'm good.
Here.
That's homemade brisket
with mashed potatoes and green beans.
You look like you don't eat,
so I made you a plate.
Oh, you didn't have to. It's...
Of course I did.
It's not every day you graduate
from the police academy.
Oh, I'd have brought it
a couple of weeks ago,
but I haven't been feeling well,
and I didn't want to take...
No, no, don't worry about that.
It's... It's very, very sweet of you.
Thank you very much.
- Hi, Mrs. Harrison.
- Oh. Carter.
Hey.
You know, you may want
to add a little salt to that,
because I use lemon juice
instead of salt.
Police are still refusing to refer
to Mr. Beckworth as a suspect,
but public pressure may
force them to do that soon.
In Hawthorne today,
an elderly man...
Dude, where you been?
Raid starts in three minutes.
Sorry. Parent-teacher meeting.
God, and...
he ate the whole thing.
- After he said it was-
- Yes.
Oh, no.
Oh, my God, thank you.
Thank you.
I have not laughed like that in months.
Oh, how's Ryan?
Great.
And everything else?
Well, we're gonna do
in vitro this week.
- That's great.
- Yep.
And, uh, Ryan's been very supportive,
uh, but it's a...
it's a process.
Um, it's just we're both
very committed to it,
which makes it easier...
normal.
Hey, look who's on TV.
You think he's guilty?
I know he is.
I mean, she's like Tina's age.
I mean, this fucking job,
it's like a looking glass
into the soul of this world.
I mean, it's scary raising kids here.
We have to lie to them
about everything.
There's so many
bad things, bad people,
and sometimes I wonder
why we try so hard
when we're so clearly outnumbered.
Oh, you know, I'm... I'm sorry.
I don't mean to...
- No.
- It's...
No, it's fine.
Drink.
- Yes.
- Cheers.
Here's to pain.
Hey.
Hey. Still outwith Frankie?
Yeah. I'm just about
finished, though.
- Great. Tell her hello for me.
- Okay.
See you at home in an hour?
Hello? Ryan, are you there?
Yeah. Yeah, uh...
I lost you for a second.
What'd you say?
I said I will meet you at home
in an hour. Okay?
Might be a little bit later.
I got to swing by Mom's.
Oh, um, okay.
Um, I'll see you after.
I'll see you in a bit.
I love you.
Me, too.
Okay, 10 miles.
How do you feel?
I feel...
I feel pretty good, actually
Ah, Christ,
I'm sweating like a rapist.
And you, you haven't
even broken a sweat yet.
Here we go. There.
Now at least you look like
you've been running.
A-Are you Drew Callahan?
Taylor Reese.
I was friends with Erik.
We played football
together in high school.
I was the one that threw him
all those touchdowns.
Remember that?
I think I met you, um,
our senior year after that game
against Drake.
You have to remember that one.
It was a real barnburner.
- Right, yeah.
- State championship.
Taylor, right.
Sorry, uh, kind of pathetic,
a 35-year-old guy reliving
his high school glory.
No, it's, uh...
Well, listen, it was
really good seeing you.
Uh, if you see your brother Erik,
let him...
Here. Give me...
Uh, hope everything's
going good for you.
Say hi to Erik for me.
So have you heard
from your dad lately?
Yeah, I talked to him
about a week ago.
Oh, you should talk
to him more often.
I spoke to him yesterday.
I think he might be coming home
for Christmas this year.
Has he said anything
to you about that?
Uh, no, he didn't...
he didn't say anything.
Hmm. Well, it really
will be a merry Christmas
if he can just get all that stuff
from that estate finalized
and get home.
Maybe by then, you and Kate'll
have a special gift on the way,
and then, you know,
it'll be a perfect Christmas.
Why are you listening
to Christmas music?
Oh, because it's beautiful...
happy, makes me happy.
It's June.
$0?
Christmas is six months away, Mom.
Well, why should I wait
six months to be happy?
You are relentless in the way
That you ask me
So many questions
of my days
In the calm city
of my days
In the city
You are relentless in the way
That you ask...
Ask me
So many questions
of my days
How's your mom?
Other than the fact
my dad told her
he might be coming home
for Christmas, terrific.
Your dad's coming home
for Christmas?
Of course not, Kate.
It's been nine years.
He's never coming back.
I don't know why my mother
can't get that through her skull!
I win. I win
I've got the most fucked-up
parents on the planet.
My mother's an idiot.
He lies to her, Ryan.
He's the one you
should be angry with.
He tells her that he's dealing
with his parents' estate.
He tells her that the French government
is screwing everything up.
He tells her that his...
his heart problem
prohibits him from flying.
For nine years!
Who believes that?
I know. I get it.
It's not exactly...
Normal.
Practical.
She believes what
she wants to believe,
what she needs to believe
in order to survive.
The results came back from Dr. Klein.
Your sperm passed the test.
Great.
At least my cum's
got its shit together.
Yeah.
So, um,
we can have sex tonight.
Um, then no sex for 48 hours,
but, uh, we can tonight if you want.
You don't have to.
I'm okay.
I'm fine, good to go.
I'm gonna go upstairs.
I'll be upstairs.
Hi.
Hey, how are you
doing this morning?
Good.
Uh, chocolate sugar twist,
three dough nut holes
and a black coffee.
Yeah.
Earlier this evening,
family, friends and supporters
gathered for a vigil
for the missing girl.
Anybody watching this?
As far as Fresno came,
bringing flowers...
Good.
Just want to check
the Dodger highlights.
Two on and two outs.
And Johnson's first hit,
and laces it into the gap
in left center field.
Parilla scores, Revie scores,
and Hudson hasn't...
All right, so we've left
Maggie in the park, right?
And she's got her one-year-old,
and they're in the stroller,
and as they're walking
to the playground,
she sees this really
hot black couple.
African-American.
We have an African-American
president, Archie Bunker.
Okay, all right.
Well, I didn't vote for him.
So, uh, anyway, this super-hot
African-American couple
has got a ridiculously cute
African-American baby
also in a stroller,
and as the two groups
approach each other, you know,
they're oohing and ahhing
over the babies
and saying the other one's
cuter and all this stuff,
and, uh, Maggie asks
how old her son is,
and she gets down
in front of the stroller
and says, "Hi, little monkey!"
No, okay, come on.
Bear with... This really
happened to my wife.
M-My wife really did this.
Um, and so right after
Maggie says this,
she gets that hilarious look
on her face, you know,
and she immediately
turns to her son
and goes, "And here's
my little monkey." You know?
And she's so embarrassed
that she just calls everything-
man, woman, child, animal...
everything's a monkey.
Monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey.
She just keeps saying
everything's a monkey,
and the other couple, I mean,
they're just kind of
backing away from her,
you know, not sure.
What do you think?
I didn't know your wife
was such a racist.
Shut up, Allan.
Wh-What do you think?
Allie?
It's great.
I think it's kind of funny.
Is it... Is it too offensive?
I don't think so.
Were you even listening?
Yeah. I just... I don't get
why you're asking me.
Come on, Allie.
Are you serious?
I mean, you're the only black...
uh, the only African-American
writer in the room.
Way to point out
the obvious, Bill.
I just don't get why you would think
that I would know if that's bad or not.
It's a misunderstanding.
It's funny.
Anybody who thinks that's racist
is probably some
uptight black asshole
who wishes somebody
would call him a monkey
so he could complain about it.
Finding reasons to complain
is just another form of laziness,
and honestly I don't have
the time or the tolerance for it.
You do know those lids
come off, right?
Thank you, class.
You did good.
See you tomorrow.
Mr. Aston.
Yeah, Tina?
Um, you know how you
were talking about that...
talking about
Martin Luther King last week
and how he, you know,
put himself in harm's way
so that others
could have a better life?
Sure do.
Well, my mom and I went online
and read some more about him.
Really?
Yeah, and, um,
it made me sad
what happened to him.
I was wondering,
do you think the world
would have been a better place
if he hadn't been killed?
I don't know,
but it sure became a better place
because he was alive.
Yeah. Yeah, that's true.
Well, thanks for
telling us about him.
Sure.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Do you love her?
Love? I'm starting
to think that I, uh...
I'm not so certain
what that word means.
You know, intellectually I do, but...
intimate love...
I seem to have emotionally
forgotten what that means.
She's like my mom.
They just insulate
themselves from reality.
It's like they're looking at life
through a windshield,
so thick that they could watch
a nuclear explosion.
I don't even have
a glass in mine...
and the Wind's whipping me
and making my eyes teary,
and I can barely even
keep them open.
- Great choices.
- Thanks.
I love this dress.
Did you see the adorable
little shoes that go with it?
- No.
- Oh, my gosh.
How cute are these?
Very. I'll get those, too.
Okay, great.
Are these gifts?
Um...
uh, this one is.
Okay. Your daughter's gonna
look so cute in this dress.
Uh, hey, sorry.
Excuse me.
You don't happen to know
whose dog this is, do you?
No. Sorry.
Well, It's just that
I found it in the street
running around the other day.
It didn't have a collar or anything.
She's cute.
You should keep her.
Wait. It's a girl?
Yes.
You might want to make sure
she's fixed.
Right, make sure she's neutered.
Spayed. Boys get neutered.
Spayed, not neutered.
- No.
- No.
I'll let you know if I hear anything.
Okay, thanks.
Everyone's here.
We're good to go.
Gonzo, you're the main tank.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Remember this guy heals,
so get ready.
Today marks the fourth day since
little Christie Dillon's disappearance.
Her father Paul held
a news conference
out in front of his house
to defend himself against accusations
that he somehow
may have been involved.
Gonz, you want it?
Uh, yeah.
Jim, use your fire magic, dude!
All right, I got it! I got it!
Dragging their feet
in this investigation.
On Capitol Hill today...
Watch your flank!
Watch your flank!
- It's on your six!
- Shit.
- Uh, I, uh...
- Unbelievable!
You're thinking about the princess!
She was taken from her home.
We can't just leave her there.
- Dude, you just wiped the raid!
- Jesus, Gonz!
We need to focus up!
I have to leave,
help the princess.
What? You can't!
If you do that, you're out for good!
Where are you going?
Come on, dude. He's an asshole.
Get rid of him.
Here we go! Come on!
W-Where is he going?
How are we gonna heal
without him?
Come on! That's insane!
We're finally gonna get this guy!
I can't believe this.
We're gonna have to start
this level all over!
I lost my job at the magazine
three months ago.
I don't know. The, um...
The pressure of work
and taking care of him...
it just got to me.
Everyone thinks he's brain-dead...
except me.
And I know he's not
because of the way
he looks at me sometimes.
I know he's in there,
and that's why I...
we gotta do this race.
He always wanted to run
that fucking thing.
He's run every other major city
marathon in the country.
This was from his last race,
the San Francisco Marathon.
He placed in the top
Somehow I don't think
we're gonna do that good this time.
We're gonna finish it.
We're gonna finish it.
Yeah. No, I understand
what you're saying.
Oh, Christ.
I thought that we had
gotten past that, Greg.
You're clinging to this theory
like a frigging flat-Earther.
It doesn't hold water.
You can't expect me
to believe that her parents
think that she would
intentionally hurt Erik.
Well, that is absolutely crazy talk.
Fine.
Bring it to the arbitrator.
Let him decide.
Yeah. Yeah.
She's sober.
Her tests come back
negative every week.
That means she's clean.
Oh, fine.
No, I don't have anything else.
Thank you for being
so fucking reasonable, Greg!
I hope that you
can sleep well tonight.
Crap.
You still haven't found the owner?
Oh, yeah.
I mean, no, not... not yet.
Hey.
She's a, um... a weim...
How do you say it?
Weimaraner.
Weimaraner. Yeah.
Right, I can never remember that
Hey.
Are you planning a trip somewhere?
Oh, no, I'm just...
I... I don't know.
Maybe sometime,
but not... not now.
She's really cute.
Have you named her?
I'm just calling her
Carol right now.
Wha...
Yikes. Carol?
It's... I don't know.
It's my sister's name.
I guess I don't really...
I just don't really know
that many girls' names.
What's your name?
E-Evan.
Hi.
I'm Allegra.
Now you know two girls' names.
You know, it's really nice
to have a guy on the beat
in the neighborhood.
Makes everyone feel safer,
you know.
Thanks, Tony.
I appreciate that.
Wait right here.
You don't tell anyone.
This is for you.
Oh, I... I, uh...
It's policy. I-I'm not allowed.
Policy?
Yeah.
It's ridiculous. It's cannoli.
Um, I... I could buy it.
They're on special,
two for a dollar.
I get 4 bucks apiece for those.
Yeah, that's a... that's
a pretty good special.
Here.
All right.
You know we're in a drought.
Hey, Detective.
Are you doing the work
on this house alone?
Yeah, uh... Yeah.
Yeah, it's a labor of love, you know.
Six months, it's... it's a big job.
So did you come here
to admire my house,
or you, uh... you gonna
take me up on my offer,
you know, picnic, a drink, dinner?
No. No, actually, uh,
I need your help about something.
See, I was thinking about
the statement you gave
inside the station yesterday, and...
and something doesn't seem right.
What's that?
Why were you eating lunch
at the softball field
the day you picked up
Christie and Heather?
I beg your pardon?
Well, I mean, you said
you eat lunch there every day,
but when I asked the neighbors
around the field
if they'd ever
seen your truck before,
they said no, never seen it.
Well, they're just plain wrong.
I go there every day.
I... I eat my sandwich.
I watch a T-ball game
or a softball game.
Can you prove that,
Mr. Beckworth?
I don't go there
at the same time every day.
I don't eat my lunch
at any set hour.
It's funny. The mothers
that live around that field,
they're kind of nosy,
and they have a really great
Neighborhood Watch program.
Detective, I'm not
gonna argue with you.
I've got no reason to lie about
eating my sandwich at Memorial Park,
whether I show up there
at 3:00 or 12:00
or park my truck a foot away
from where it was the day before.
Please,
believe me.
Right.
Forget about the drought.
A garden like that's gonna
attract a lot of attention.
You gonna give me a ticket?
No. It's not my department.
I was just, you know...
You giving me a warning?
Well, thank you for the warning.
Don't start with me.
I've had a hell of a day.
We're gonna run
and then I think we need
to start pulling back by Sunday, okay?
Oh, shit.
Ohh. I forgot she was coming by
Coming!
Don't move.
Sorry about that.
I totally forgot about the time,
but come on back.
Oh. Um, if you're busy, I can...
No, it's fine. Come in.
He's not shy.
Okay...
Sorry about that.
It always happens around
attractive women.
This is my brother.
Hello, Erik. I'm Kate.
Can you hand me the,
um, pitcher behind you?
Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Sure.
Actually,
do you think
you could give me a hand?
Of course. Of course.
What, uh... What can I do?
I'm gonna lift him,
and if you could just rinse
the, uh, soap out of his hair.
Yes.
Okay...
There we go.
- Okay? Just like this?
- Yeah.
That's great.
Thanks.
I was gonna get
his hair cut for Sunday,
but I think it looks
pretty good longer.
Don't you?
Yeah, I like it long.
What do you think
of the moustache?
Um, let's see.
I like the moustache.
I hate it.
Will you hold up his arm?
Um, yeah.
Thanks.
So you've been sober
about six months now.
How exactly did that happen?
Did you wake up one morning
and decide that you'd hit rock bottom?
Um, I think it was more
like I hit the bottom,
and then the rock fell on me.
You don't think we're gonna
win this case, do you?
Isn't this hard for you?
Yeah. Yeah, it's hard.
It's really fucking hard,
hardest thing I've ever done.
You have kids?
No.
Me neither.
But I imagine it's a lot
like having a baby.
A really big, heavy baby
that you have to shave
and you get to curse around.
You didn't answer my question.
He can't go in one of those places.
He needs me.
And I need him.
Armando Hyde.
"Armando Hyde, 38,
died Monday, June 11,"
"after a long battle
with colon cancer,"
'survived by his wife
of nine years, Judy,
"and their two-year-old
daughter, Christine.
"Judy and Samuel met
during their freshman year
at Michigan State University."
"Family will receive friends
"Saint Theodore Church."
What I've got
ls a man that's right for me
This man is a lucky man
He's kicking my ass
And lootin' my drawers for free
A nickel for my pickle
What I got
ls a man that's right for me
Sounds really good.
Good birthday so far?
Best birthday
now that you're here.
A couple of friends took me
to Katsuya for dinner,
and I made them promise
to get me back by 10:00.
You didn't have to do that.
Could have done this
on another night.
No, I've been waiting
for this all day.
All right, wait a second.
Wait a second. Hold on.
Don't you want to talk a little bit
before your birthday fuck?
No.
Wait here.
Okay...
Get in here!
You like?
Yeah.
Yeah, you look great.
Oh, God.
Do you have a condom, T?
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Did you just...
I did.
Sorry. I just... You know, your bra,
you looked hot and...
I'm sorry.
I gotta go...
I was bad from early on. I just...
You can't stay longer?
I can't, sweetie.
All right. I'll call you when I'm...
when I'm out. Okay?
Happy birthday, baby.
I'll make it up to you, I promise.
I got to pee.
It's okay if I pee, right?
I... I think so, yeah. Sure.
I won't be long.
You ready?
Yeah. Right, baby?
You're in here.
Hey, it's gonna be great.
I'll see you in, what,
an hour or so?
Well, by the time
the anesthesia wears off,
it's probably more
like a couple of hours.
A couple of hours. Quick.
- Will you follow me?
- Yeah.
You guys always open
on Saturdays?
Baby-making's
a seven-day-a-week thing.
After focusing their early interest
on Roger Beckworth,
it seems like investigators
are back to square one.
Today they began retracing
all of the steps
of their initial evidence gathering.
As you can see, they're taking
what appears to be the family computer.
Officials are not speaking to us
about this latest development,
but obviously they think
there might be some information
that could help them
in figuring out
what happened
to little Christie Dillon.
Well, that's an interesting
development.
Keep us posted on that, Al.
Hey, Mom, can I go to Magic Mountain
with Julie's family tomorrow?
Sure.
She said I could go!
But it's my day off today,
- so you and I are gonna...
- Oh, my gosh.
I cannot wait to ride the...
hang out.
So here it is.
All right.
Looks like it's all here.
Okay...
Say, "Please whip me."
Please whip me more.
- Louder! I can't...
- Please whip me more!
You want it harder?
You forgot the command.
God! Fuck. Damn it.
Louder!
Yes, ma'am!
Say, "Please whip me."
Please whip me more.
Louder! I didn't...
Please whip me more!
You want it harder?
Yes.
You forgot the command.
Come on.
Louder. Yes, ma'am.
Come on. Come 0... Hey.
Hey, what's up, baby?
W-What are you doing?
What do you think I'm doing?
Yeah.
Uh, hi.
Oh, great. You're done.
We were getting worried about you.
Yeah, somebody might want to
talk to the building manager
about a little heat in... in the room.
That would, uh, help things along.
Okay...
Yeah, and, uh, also your...
the magazines are worn out.
Okay...
And the... the videos are, uh...
They're not accessible.
Okay...
I've never met a person in my life
who so completely inspired me.
When I first saw you in the U-Cen
surrounded by those three girls...
I thought that you looked
like a womanizing frat guy.
And after you bought me
that cup of coffee
and you tried out the worst
pickup line I had ever heard...
And, no, I'm not gonna embarrass him
by telling you all what he said,
but trust me. It was bad.
After everything that you gave me,
my sweetheart,
I can at least promise you
that I can take that one to my grave.
I love you, Sam.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
Do you want me to meet you
at your house?
Would you like to go to lunch?
Um, yeah. I just...
Let me grab a... a water.
I will never forgive you for this, Drew,
everything you've put us through...
- Mom...
- All this torture.
First you destroyed your brother's life,
and if that wasn't enough,
you had to destroy ours, too.
How could you do this to us?
This to you?
I'm the one who wants
to take care of him,
not stick him in a home somewhere.
He needs qualified,
responsible caregivers.
He needs people who love him.
Love? You talking
about the kind of love
where you put somebody else's
needs before your own?
Are you going to do that?
You are far too selfish for that.
Mrs. Bryant, please.
Your son is coming home.
No more talking from you.
No more talking from you.
You've done enough.
So tell me something about yourself.
Oh, I don't know. Like what?
I don't know.
It doesn't have to be
some deep, dark secret.
Okay...
I was born with an extra kidney.
No, I swear to God
It's just a little one.
It doesn't do anything.
But, look, when I was 10
I went to school one day,
and there was this kid who said
that his cousin or somebody
had been traveling overseas
and someone had kidnapped him
and drugged him
and tried to steal his kidney
and sell it on the black market.
On the black market?
You believed this?
Well, I was 10,
so all I'm thinking is
"Whoa, I got a huge pile of cash
sitting inside here,"
and... and I put an ad
in the local paper.
You put an ad out in the paper?
Well, what were you gonna charge
for your own little baby kidney?
$500 or best offer.
That's not a bad deal.
I thought so.
So how are you going
to deliver the goods
- when somebody called for your...
- I was 10.
I hadn't thought the thing
through all the way, okay?
- But I did get one call.
- No, you didn't.
Yeah, I swear to God.
And so, of course,
then my parents found out,
and they thought I'd lost my mind,
so they made me go see a shrink,
and then everyone in school
found out,
and this... this one kid filled my locker
with, like, 40 cans of kidney beans.
It was awful.
Anyway, it kind of
put a stigma on me
that lasted a while.
That's kind of sad.
Yeah. You probably think
I'm a total weirdo now, huh?
No. I mean, you were 10.
If anything, it's indicative
of your early entrepreneurial spirit.
Your parents should have
encouraged it.
Right.
Okay, your turn.
My turn for what?
Tell me something about you.
Come here.
I hate black people.
Th-That's, um...
I'm guessing that can be
a problem sometimes.
Yeah.
Will... Will you stop...
Please stop taking my picture.
You know, I didn't come up here
to watch you sweat your balls off
running the hills of San Francisco.
I came here to make sure
you shave that
prison pussy ASAP.
You know what? This is...
it's very good luck.
Oh, the race is over,
so unless you want to audition
for a Village People tribute band,
it's got to go.
Oh, my God. It really
bothers you, doesn't it?
Yeah. Every picture
I have of my brother
running one of these races...
Oh, look,
he looks like a gay porn star
running from a bunch of rabid fans.
Someday, uh, you're gonna have
to run one of these with me.
Thanks for the offer,
Well, that's never gonna happen.
Besides, I don't have time to train.
No, really. Yeah.
Yeah, I'm busy.
Doing what?
Vampires get more shit done
in the day than you.
Come on. All you got is time.
We are 15 seconds away from
this year's SoCal Marathon.
You ready?
5,4,3,2,1!
I had a date with a guy last night,
and we're seeing each other
again later today.
So it went well.
Yeah, it was great.
And then I told him
I hate black people.
Okay, and how did
he react to that?
He laughed, and...
he was kind of weirded out,
more uncomfortable
than freaked, I think,
because he's a white guy.
Why do you, uh...
Why do you think you did that?
I don't know.
Um, I like to see
white people squirm?
Do you like this guy?
I do. I really do.
Sometimes I feel like
I have these automatic
responses for white guys.
I just... I wish I'd never
told him that, you know.
I... I wish I'd never said that.
"I hate black people."
Why?
Did he say something
to trigger that from you?
No. He told a story,
and it was vulnerable and sweet.
He's a sweet, nice guy.
I think I...
pushed him away,
like I do with everyone at my job.
I'm the only black person
working on this show,
and I just... I get so angry.
Ah, scratch that. Uh...
the two security guards at the gate,
they... they're black.
And there's another-
another executive
who is female also,
and she's black.
And the valet, he's black.
Why does it bother you?
Because I feel like I'm selling out.
I mean, look at you.
You were recommended to me
from my white writer friend.
You know, I should be
with a black therapist.
Allegra, if you're uncomfortable,
I could recommend...
No, no, it's...
I want to get to the bottom of this, and...
I like being black.
It's just I don't like being black
sometimes around white people
and some black people.
I just feel like...
like I'm some kind of a fake.
Like when I, uh,
drive up to the gate
and the two black
security guards are there,
one of them,
he looks at my car, you know,
and he looks at me,
and he's sizing me up,
and I feel like... I feel like
he's looking at me and he's thinking
that I'm trying to be white
or something.
And the other security guard,
he doesn't care.
He just wants to flirt with me.
That's why I only hate
some black people,
because some of them
are suspicious,
and the rest don't care,
you know.
They're fine.
What are you?
Don't care or suspicious?
Suspicious, and I'm getting
really tired of myself.
I don't... I don't want to hate anybody,
black or white, you know.
I... I want to fall in love.
I want Evan to like me.
I want to spend more time
with my niece.
That'd be nice.
I want my dad to, uh.
To still be alive.
Uh, I want, uh...
I want to lose five pounds.
That's important.
I want... I want a back rub.
I want to be swept off my feet.
I want to be taken on a trip
to Jamaica for a month.
You only used the word
"hate" once just now.
Ah, eureka.
I want you to try something.
I want you to be really nice
to anybody that you think
is suspicious.
Just see how that goes.
Okay...
Allegra.
Okay, I'll do it.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Tissue, right there.
Yeah. I just... You know,
I'll get around to that tissue.
All right.
Keep going!
All the way through!
All the way through!
Oh, hey. Good morning.
Hey.
Got the downloads
from Dillon's hard drive.
It's as bad as they say it is?
Yeah, it's worse.
Oh.
- Frankie.
- Yeah?
So what's up with the results
of the review of Dillon's hard drive?
It's right here.
They just handed me the file.
Now, this is what you call
a real lead on a real suspect.
You're gonna have to bring him
back in again. Today.
Already planning on it.
Look, I know it's a little, um...
Perverted
Yeah, but it's
not necessarily illegal.
The guys are looking
into some of the photos,
and the girls are young, but it doesn't
mean they're breaking any laws.
But he's definitely got a thing
for young girls.
So did my ex-husband.
Yeah.
You call me after
you talk to him, okay?
All right.
Yo, you okay?
Hey, can we get
some help over here!
Come here!
Easy, easy.
All right.
You okay?
Yeah. Ls my brother... Is he...
He seems all right.
Can he speak?
Pretty sure you dislocated
your shoulder, miss.
Now I'm just gonna
get you something...
Try to hold still.
Thank you.
Thank you for saving my life.
It's been four days since
Christie's disappearance,
and frustrations
amongst officials
and in the community
are running high,
but today comes news
that the investigation
has shifted away from the neighbor
Michael Beckworth altogether
and so leads to the father,
Andrew Dillon.
Now, Mr. Dillon has been
adamant about his innocence,
and, though police have not officially
called him or anyone else a suspect,
the feeling is that an indictment
will be coming any day now.
I wish every day was Christmas...
Hi.
Hi. Thanks for
coming over so quickly.
No problem.
I was in the office, so I'm close.
Working on Sundays isn't good
for your marriage, honey.
Thanks, Mom.
Jesus Christ.
Mom, you're gonna
blow up the house.
Look, if the pilot doesn't light,
you got to turn off the gas.
Oh, how am I supposed
to know that?
Your father always deals
with that kind of thing.
No.
Mom, no, not any more.
Not for nine years.
He's not lighting
the pilot light today.
He didn't clean the gutters out
last spring.
He didn't flip the breakers
in the fuse box
when they popped
the winter before last,
and he did not drive you
to the hospital.
When you fell in the driveway,
you fell, Mom,
and I drove you.
I did, Mom.
Mom, I did.
Me.
I don't understand
why you won't listen to me
when I talk about him.
I hear everything you say.
But you don't listen, Mom.
I know you think I'm a fool,
your kooky mother.
You know, you were always
a lot more like him,
only dealing in the facts,
proof, evidence.
I... I don't think you ever believed
in anything without those conditions.
Not the Easter Bunny.
Not Santa Claus.
I remember when you were...
I think you were 10.
We were in this kitchen,
and I was baking you
Rice Krispies squares,
and I asked you why you
didn't believe in God,
and do you remember this'?
Do you remember what you said'?
You said,
"Where's the evidence?"
"Should I just believe
that because I can..."
"flap my arms, I can..."
y?-.
I was a real pain in the ass, wasn't I?
You still are,
but I love you.
I just don't see the point
in deluding yourself.
What good has ever come
from lying to yourself, Mom?
Love.
I'm...
Love, there's no litmus test
for it, is there?
I mean, there's no proof.
I mean, how do you know...
how do you know
that I love you?
I mean, really, you don't know.
Because you just
told me you did.
Ah, I could have been lying
to you all these years.
I trust you, Mom.
Your grandma and grandpa,
now, that's an incredible
love story, isn't it?
I mean, that was perfect, right?
Well, what proof do we have
that they didn't just meet
during the war
in a less dramatic way?
You must have told me that story
a hundred times when I was little.
It was your favorite
bedtime story.
Is that all it was, Mom?
A bedtime story?
Some bullshit story you tell a kid
to help him to sleep?
Not to help you go to sleep.
It was a story to get a boy
to understand the...
the capacity of love,
and maybe now it's become
a story to understand
the importance of belief
without evidence...
trust without reservation
faith.
We have to leave now.
Can I get you a ride home?
Okay, take care.
Yeah?
Who is it?
It's your neighbor.
- Hey.
- Can we talk?
Um, yeah.
What about?
C-Can I come in?
Yeah.
I don't get it.
I don't know why you guys
don't just arrest that neighbor.
Uh, I'm sorry. What-
What are you talking about?
The neighbor of the missing girl,
you know, Beckworth.
The Christie Dillon case.
Wh-Why can't you guys
just arrest him?
Uh, I believe he was...
he was brought in
for questioning by the police.
I... I don't think they had enough
on him to hold him.
Have they searched his house?
I... I don't know.
It's... It's not my division.
Well, somebody needs
to tell somebody to get over there.
There's not much time.
She could be dead already.
Do... Do you have some sort of proof
or some sort of evidence that...
I just know she's there.
Okay, it's... it's Carter, right?
Carter, maybe... maybe you should
go back to your apartment,
and don't worry
about these things.
It's really... It's not...
not your responsibility.
Whose responsibility is it, then?
I mean, you're a cop.
You don't even think
it's your responsibility.
We're everyone's responsibility,
all of us, each other's.
I've always taught my kids
that a society fails
if we don't look out
for each other.
How can people not see that?
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?
Where you going?
To look out for someone.
Shit.
Whoo. Hey.
Best seats in the house.
Yeah, here you go.
Thank you.
Yeah, you're gonna like her.
She's really good.
What are all these things for?
They're just toys.
Don't hit that one.
Can I see that for a second?
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
We
Dear
Are
Are, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We're damn dolls
Alive
Sta)'
Here
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
My head leaves me small
Mr. Dillon, I mean, these images
we found on your computer, they're...
Not illegal.
All right,
we'll see about that.
It's fantasy. it...
I had nothing to do with
my daughter's disappearance.
Then why don't you take me through
when you noticed
when she first was missing?
I... I told you!
I told everybody
a hundred times!
Well, then tell me again.
Take me through it
minute by minute.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What you people should have
done a long time ago.
He did something with her.
All right, you don't...
You don't know that, all right?
She... She's not in there, all right?
Come on. Let's go, or you're gonna
get arrested, come on.
Then arrest me.
What can I do for you, huh?
Who are you?
What the hell's going on?
We were just...
It's a small misunderstanding.
This is my house.
This is private property.
Come on. Carter, let's go.
Carter, come on. Let's go. Carter!
No! No!
What?!
Carter! No! Carter!
What?!
No!
What?!
Come on now!
- Carter!
- Stand up
for the least of America
Lay down like a naked dead body
Keep it real for the people
working overtime
Because they living
off the government dime
Stand up for the people of America
Stand up for the man next door
'Cause you're free
in the land of America...
What are you doing?
What are you doing? Stop!
Stop.
I didn't do anything!
I didn't do anything!
Shoot him!
Where's your gun?!
I didn't do anything!
Call for backup!
That means you...
I'm not... I'm not a cop.
What?
I'm not... I'm not a cop.
You're just... just nothing!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Not a cop?
Like a naked dead body
Keep it real for the people
working overtime
Because they live
off the government dime
Stand up for the people of America
Stand up for the man next door
'Cause you're free
in the land of America
Not gonna die like this
Come on, now
You don't know me!
No!
No!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my G...
What?
What do I do?
Just...
go.
Go.
Help! Help!
AHO
Uh, Salut, Adrienne.
C'est Ryan.
Oh, bonjour, Ryan.
Comment ga va?
Bien. Et vous?
Bien. Trs bien.
Bon. Ou est mon pre?
Ah, oui. Je vais le charger.
Bon soir.
Toi aussi.
Hello.
Hi.
Everything okay?
No, not really, Dad.
What's going on?
I'm having an affair.
Why?
I don't know.
I figured that you might be able
to help me figure that out.
After all, you've got a lot
more experience in this than I do.
I saw that the screen had been
removed from the window.
Joan was freaking out.
I grabbed the phone,
called the police.
Hey, Beckworth's dead.
We got officers on the scene,
but it looks like, uh,
there's another victim.
And, Frankie,
there's something else.
Stunning, really.
Police showed up on the scene
and found him trying
to open the trapdoor
that led to the hidden cellar
under the house.
Now, we've not been allowed in
to see it, but by all accounts,
it's a virtually soundproof prison cell
where he kept little Christie Dillon
for the past six days.
It's incredible.
Al, you just spoke to the lead investigator
on this a few moments ago.
What did she have to say?
Yes, I did. Let's roll the tape
of the interview
with Detective Francesca Graylin
of the LAPD.
Could you tell us
what you know so far?
Well, the investigation is still ongoing.
I can tell you that Christie
has been returned to her family.
It appears Roger Beckworth
had something to do
with her abduction.
Mr. Beckworth was found dead
in his home with another person.
There are conflicting reports
that the other person
was a police officer
or former police officer?
He was a cadet for a short time
before his dismissal.
Can you tell us
why he was dismissed?
No, I can't speak to that.
Then are we sure that
he was involved in this?
Yes. Uh, look, like I said,
the investigation is still ongoing.
Uh, all I can say is that it looks like
he came over to confront
Mr. Beckworth,
but we're not sure if or how
he knew Christie was in there,
so that's really all I can say.
Thank you, Detective.
Thank you for your time.
All right, Al. Thank you.
We'll check back with you whenever
you have new developments in that case.
But right now, we're gonna
go to Tricia Alexander,
who is standing by with
an amazing story. Trish?
Thanks, Jim.
Well, you have that right.
As viewers know, today was
the annual SoCal Marathon.
Of course, the champions were
crowned earlier this morning,
and the race itself closed hours ago,
but it's apparently not over
for one very determined racer.
Make that two
very determined racers.
What do you want me to say?
I'm a bad father?
I'm a bad husband?
What I did to your mother
was a mistake of a lifetime
in a lifetime full of mistakes?
I just... I want you...
No, I need you to fix it.
I don't know how to fix it.
It's easy, okay?
Just tell her the truth.
Listen, in human relations,
kindness and lies
are worth a thousand truths.
Goodbye, Dad.
Hey.
Hi.
I thought you were
coming home later.
Nope.
The, uh...
in vitro didn't take.
It's okay, sweetie.
We'll just try again.
Okay?
There it is.
There it is, Erik.
Great job
Nice work, buddy.
Ma'am, ma'am...
Congratulations.
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
Congratulations.
You are relentless
In the way that you ask me
So many questions of my days
in the city
I wish that I could tell you something
But I'm a hostage of my pride
And I'll take all the heat
you're packing...
Good morning.
I was getting coffee today,
and I thought that you guys
might like some.
I didn't know
what kind that you'd like,
so I got one cappuccino
and one regular coffee.
I'll just have-
I'll take the coffee.
Okay. Great.
You guys have a nice day.
You, too. You, too.
Yeah. Yeah.
Thank you.
You are relentless
In the way that you love me
I'm afraid of the thoughts
that you're making
Listen...
let's get together soon.
I wish that I could
know the difference
Between your smiles
and your frowns
Now I'm buried in the armor
'Cause I'm an iron man.
I'm an iron man.
a romantic story?
It was World War ll.
He was young, 22, 23,
paratrooper,
tough son of a bitch.
They were being dropped
somewhere over France.
His chute was damaged
by enemy fire,
and he lost control
and landed on the roof of a house
in the middle of the country.
I guess he got injured somehow,
I think from the hard landing
from the hole in his chute.
Anyway, the man
that lived in the house
had a beautiful young daughter
who nursed him back to health.
And after a few days,
he left to rejoin his unit,
but not before telling her
that he would be back for her.
Eight months later,
he returned...
and he's been with
my grandmother ever since.
Beautiful story, huh?
Romantic, right?
Yeah, romantic.
He said that he would be here.
I... I told him this morning.
Well, why don't you give him
a call again?
I'll handle another patient,
and I'm sure he'll be here
when I come back.
Oh, my God!
You're unfucking believable.
I'm gonna come so fucking hard.
Oh, God!
Fuck!
Oh, my God, yeah!
Don't... Don't... Don't...
Don't swallow it.
Hmm? Don't swallow it.
No, don't... don't spit it out.
Spit it in here, baby.
You turn me on.
I gotta go.
Early this morning, local volunteers
gathered to work with police
in combing a huge area
down by the shipyards
for any signs of
But later in the day,
police once again
found themselves
reaching out to the public
for help in this unsettling case.
We believe the perpetrator snuck
into the bedroom window
and took her while
the family was asleep.
Detective,
one more question, please.
You've been questioning a neighbor
by the name of Roger Beckworth.
Is he a suspect?
No.
I already told you Mr. Beckworth
is merely a person of interest.
Now, that's all I have for you today.
All I ask is that if anybody
sees Christie Dillon
or knows anything
about her whereabouts,
to please contact 911
so we can get her back here
where she belongs,
at home with her family.
Thank you.
Detective, I just need to know...
is there any other suspect?
Frankie...
so you still want to keep two
black-and-whites in front of the house?
Yeah, and, uh...
keep the reporters
off the damn lawn, okay?
Right. Right.
All right, Barbara Walters,
that's enough.
Let's go. Off the lawn.
I got here as soon as I could.
I'm so sorry.
I got caught up with a new client.
I called your cell phone.
I know. The battery's dead.
I forgot to charge it.
Why are you crying?
You're 40 minutes late, Ryan!
I know. I...
I got stuck with a client. I...
I told you I'm sorry,
but I'm here now,
a-and we're here now.
You did it already?
In the car. In the parking lot.
In the parking lot?
Yeah.
You know I get nervous
in doctors' offices.
I just wanted to make sure
that I had a good sample.
Ah, Ryan, you made it.
Yes.
- And I see you have your sample already.
- I do.
Well, let's get started.
We're praying for you.
Thank you.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.
Good.
Well, that's good.
Still getting your weekly tests, right?
Good, 'cause your parents
aren't backing down.
They want him,
and they're gonna say that you're
not fit to care for him.
They want him in a home.
He doesn't want to go there.
Well, we've done
everything that we can
to establish that you're
a responsible caregiver,
so who... uh, who's
assigned to us for this?
Michael Ambrose.
He's fair.
He's gonna listen to us,
and that's really all that you
can ask for in a mediator.
I know it sounds really cold.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Why don't I come over to your place
the night before?
We'll prepare.
Okay...
I hate...
being obligated to talk to people
just because it's polite.
I hate...
people who say
that money doesn't matter,
because it does.
I hate laugh tracks.
I hate people who don't think
that there are two Americas.
I hate when you bite into an onion ring
and the onion comes out,
but then you're left with
this fried bread tube thing.
I hate how I always think that I have
a booger hanging out of my nose,
and I'm constantly trying
not to touch my nose so that...
I just... I always feel like
there's a booger that's there,
that's dangling there
when I'm talking to people, and...
I hate it.
I hate people who don't use pictures
of themselves on Facebook.
MIX
DID YOU LOSE THIS DOG'?
Uh, sorry. I, um...
I think I hit something over here!
Found her bed empty
and the screen
on her window removed
Right now, neither of her parents
are considered suspects
by the authorities,
but there is some interest
being paid to a neighbor.
Thanks, Leslie.
Prepare for the heat wave to contin...
Ready to go, buddy?
One of us has gotta lose some weight.
And Paris Hilton.
I fucking hate that bitch.
And... And hairy moles
on people's faces.
You know, I just want
to grab that catfish whisker
and just rip it
right off of their chin.
Jesus Christ.
And rotator cuffs.
I hate them.
I tore mine three years ago,
and it still hurts.
And I hate...
I hate black people.
I hate the way that they talk in movies.
I mean, it's got to bug the shit
out of you, too, right?
Hey, what time do you guys
want to practice tonight?
I thought you guys were
DJing at Jones tonight.
Nah, it's tomorrow.
I got plans.
That old married guy tonight?
He's not that old.
But he is that married.
Man, from here, he just seems
like somebody's dad.
I got a feeling he's a little bit
more than just that.
- Mr. Beckworth.
- Hi.
I'm Detective Frankie Graylin.
I know. I've seen you on TV.
Great. So let's, uh, talk
about why you're here.
Right.
As you know, with your permission,
we searched your truck,
and we found a strand of hair
that belonged to Christie Dillon.
Right.
I know you already
gave an explanation,
but I'd like to hear it again.
Okay...
About, um...
three weeks ago,
I went to the park at the end of my street
to eat my lunch,
and I saw Christie there
with one of her friends.
I think her name was Heather.
And, anyway, Christie was, uh,
sort of helping, uh,
support, carry Heather,
who's limping.
Christie looked, uh,
a little overwhelmed
'cause they had a couple
of bikes with 'em.
And where were you? On a bench?
No, no, no. I was...
I was eating my lunch in my truck,
you know,
facing the softball field.
Okay...
So, you know,
I got out of my truck,
and, uh, you know,
I asked Christie
if she, you know,
needed some help.
And you know her? Knew her?
Oh, sure, yeah.
No, I've known Christie and her family
since Christie was little.
You know, I've been over their house
you know, to a holiday party
a couple times.
We do a big block party
on the Fourth of July.
It's a great neighborhood.
- I get it.
- Good. Right. Okay.
So, uh, it turns out
that Christie's friend,
uh, her ankle was banged up
pretty bad
from falling off her bike, so, uh,
I loaded their bikes
in the back of my truck,
and I took the girls back
to Christie's house.
And had Christie ever been
in your truck before?
Uh, no.
No, that was the first
and, uh, the only time.
Oh. Ls there a...
Are you currently in a relationship or...
No, I'm not.
Uh, you know, my wife and I,
you know, we got divorced,
like, 15 years ago,
and, uh, you know, I've had a couple
of relationships on and off since then,
but nothing too serious
the last year or so, so...
How about you?
A-Are you seeing anybody, Frankie?
No, I'm currently not in a relationship.
Well, uh...
This is probably really inappropriate,
but,
you know, after all this,
you know, blows over,
I mean, when you guys find Christie,
maybe you and I, we could...
we could have dinner or,
you know, we could...
Wow, that was inappropriate.
Yes, it was very inappropriate.
I'm sorry. It's... I'm sorry.
It's you're very attractive.
That was dumb. It was dumb.
- Look, it's...
- No, it was dumb.
- Sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
- It's okay.
Okay...
It's all right.
Oh, God.
You know, actually I-I'm very flattered,
- but let's just leave it alone.
- Okay.
All right. Uh, I think
we're done here for today.
Uh, can I... Am I done?
Yes. I will send somebody in
with your release papers.
- Sorry.
- It's all right.
Oh, God.
Ah, fuck.
You know how fast you were going?
No. I'm sorry, officer.
I thought I was going
the speed limit.
No. You were going 39
in a 25-mile-per-hour zone.
License and registration, please?
Right.
Okay...
You startled me.
That was so quick.
Well, I... I didn't
mean to scare you.
Look, this is...
this is the end
of a school zone here,
you know, which means
that there are a lot of kids around,
playing, you know.
Sometimes they don't pay
much attention to traffic.
You know, they might just jump
right out from behind a parked car
to chase down an overthrown football
or something,
and, the speed you're going,
you're not...
you're not gonna have
time to... to brake.
You know, so...
So just, you know, for everyone's sake,
slow down next time, okay?
You're not gonna give me a ticket?
Thank you.
Thank you so much, officer.
I will totally be more careful
from now on.
Okay...
You have a good day.
Thank you. You, too.
Hey, Mrs. Harrison.
Oh, Jerry, honey,
I got something for you.
Um, how've you been?
Oh, I'm good. I'm good.
Here.
That's homemade brisket
with mashed potatoes and green beans.
You look like you don't eat,
so I made you a plate.
Oh, you didn't have to. It's...
Of course I did.
It's not every day you graduate
from the police academy.
Oh, I'd have brought it
a couple of weeks ago,
but I haven't been feeling well,
and I didn't want to take...
No, no, don't worry about that.
It's... It's very, very sweet of you.
Thank you very much.
- Hi, Mrs. Harrison.
- Oh. Carter.
Hey.
You know, you may want
to add a little salt to that,
because I use lemon juice
instead of salt.
Police are still refusing to refer
to Mr. Beckworth as a suspect,
but public pressure may
force them to do that soon.
In Hawthorne today,
an elderly man...
Dude, where you been?
Raid starts in three minutes.
Sorry. Parent-teacher meeting.
God, and...
he ate the whole thing.
- After he said it was-
- Yes.
Oh, no.
Oh, my God, thank you.
Thank you.
I have not laughed like that in months.
Oh, how's Ryan?
Great.
And everything else?
Well, we're gonna do
in vitro this week.
- That's great.
- Yep.
And, uh, Ryan's been very supportive,
uh, but it's a...
it's a process.
Um, it's just we're both
very committed to it,
which makes it easier...
normal.
Hey, look who's on TV.
You think he's guilty?
I know he is.
I mean, she's like Tina's age.
I mean, this fucking job,
it's like a looking glass
into the soul of this world.
I mean, it's scary raising kids here.
We have to lie to them
about everything.
There's so many
bad things, bad people,
and sometimes I wonder
why we try so hard
when we're so clearly outnumbered.
Oh, you know, I'm... I'm sorry.
I don't mean to...
- No.
- It's...
No, it's fine.
Drink.
- Yes.
- Cheers.
Here's to pain.
Hey.
Hey. Still outwith Frankie?
Yeah. I'm just about
finished, though.
- Great. Tell her hello for me.
- Okay.
See you at home in an hour?
Hello? Ryan, are you there?
Yeah. Yeah, uh...
I lost you for a second.
What'd you say?
I said I will meet you at home
in an hour. Okay?
Might be a little bit later.
I got to swing by Mom's.
Oh, um, okay.
Um, I'll see you after.
I'll see you in a bit.
I love you.
Me, too.
Okay, 10 miles.
How do you feel?
I feel...
I feel pretty good, actually
Ah, Christ,
I'm sweating like a rapist.
And you, you haven't
even broken a sweat yet.
Here we go. There.
Now at least you look like
you've been running.
A-Are you Drew Callahan?
Taylor Reese.
I was friends with Erik.
We played football
together in high school.
I was the one that threw him
all those touchdowns.
Remember that?
I think I met you, um,
our senior year after that game
against Drake.
You have to remember that one.
It was a real barnburner.
- Right, yeah.
- State championship.
Taylor, right.
Sorry, uh, kind of pathetic,
a 35-year-old guy reliving
his high school glory.
No, it's, uh...
Well, listen, it was
really good seeing you.
Uh, if you see your brother Erik,
let him...
Here. Give me...
Uh, hope everything's
going good for you.
Say hi to Erik for me.
So have you heard
from your dad lately?
Yeah, I talked to him
about a week ago.
Oh, you should talk
to him more often.
I spoke to him yesterday.
I think he might be coming home
for Christmas this year.
Has he said anything
to you about that?
Uh, no, he didn't...
he didn't say anything.
Hmm. Well, it really
will be a merry Christmas
if he can just get all that stuff
from that estate finalized
and get home.
Maybe by then, you and Kate'll
have a special gift on the way,
and then, you know,
it'll be a perfect Christmas.
Why are you listening
to Christmas music?
Oh, because it's beautiful...
happy, makes me happy.
It's June.
$0?
Christmas is six months away, Mom.
Well, why should I wait
six months to be happy?
You are relentless in the way
That you ask me
So many questions
of my days
In the calm city
of my days
In the city
You are relentless in the way
That you ask...
Ask me
So many questions
of my days
How's your mom?
Other than the fact
my dad told her
he might be coming home
for Christmas, terrific.
Your dad's coming home
for Christmas?
Of course not, Kate.
It's been nine years.
He's never coming back.
I don't know why my mother
can't get that through her skull!
I win. I win
I've got the most fucked-up
parents on the planet.
My mother's an idiot.
He lies to her, Ryan.
He's the one you
should be angry with.
He tells her that he's dealing
with his parents' estate.
He tells her that the French government
is screwing everything up.
He tells her that his...
his heart problem
prohibits him from flying.
For nine years!
Who believes that?
I know. I get it.
It's not exactly...
Normal.
Practical.
She believes what
she wants to believe,
what she needs to believe
in order to survive.
The results came back from Dr. Klein.
Your sperm passed the test.
Great.
At least my cum's
got its shit together.
Yeah.
So, um,
we can have sex tonight.
Um, then no sex for 48 hours,
but, uh, we can tonight if you want.
You don't have to.
I'm okay.
I'm fine, good to go.
I'm gonna go upstairs.
I'll be upstairs.
Hi.
Hey, how are you
doing this morning?
Good.
Uh, chocolate sugar twist,
three dough nut holes
and a black coffee.
Yeah.
Earlier this evening,
family, friends and supporters
gathered for a vigil
for the missing girl.
Anybody watching this?
As far as Fresno came,
bringing flowers...
Good.
Just want to check
the Dodger highlights.
Two on and two outs.
And Johnson's first hit,
and laces it into the gap
in left center field.
Parilla scores, Revie scores,
and Hudson hasn't...
All right, so we've left
Maggie in the park, right?
And she's got her one-year-old,
and they're in the stroller,
and as they're walking
to the playground,
she sees this really
hot black couple.
African-American.
We have an African-American
president, Archie Bunker.
Okay, all right.
Well, I didn't vote for him.
So, uh, anyway, this super-hot
African-American couple
has got a ridiculously cute
African-American baby
also in a stroller,
and as the two groups
approach each other, you know,
they're oohing and ahhing
over the babies
and saying the other one's
cuter and all this stuff,
and, uh, Maggie asks
how old her son is,
and she gets down
in front of the stroller
and says, "Hi, little monkey!"
No, okay, come on.
Bear with... This really
happened to my wife.
M-My wife really did this.
Um, and so right after
Maggie says this,
she gets that hilarious look
on her face, you know,
and she immediately
turns to her son
and goes, "And here's
my little monkey." You know?
And she's so embarrassed
that she just calls everything-
man, woman, child, animal...
everything's a monkey.
Monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey.
She just keeps saying
everything's a monkey,
and the other couple, I mean,
they're just kind of
backing away from her,
you know, not sure.
What do you think?
I didn't know your wife
was such a racist.
Shut up, Allan.
Wh-What do you think?
Allie?
It's great.
I think it's kind of funny.
Is it... Is it too offensive?
I don't think so.
Were you even listening?
Yeah. I just... I don't get
why you're asking me.
Come on, Allie.
Are you serious?
I mean, you're the only black...
uh, the only African-American
writer in the room.
Way to point out
the obvious, Bill.
I just don't get why you would think
that I would know if that's bad or not.
It's a misunderstanding.
It's funny.
Anybody who thinks that's racist
is probably some
uptight black asshole
who wishes somebody
would call him a monkey
so he could complain about it.
Finding reasons to complain
is just another form of laziness,
and honestly I don't have
the time or the tolerance for it.
You do know those lids
come off, right?
Thank you, class.
You did good.
See you tomorrow.
Mr. Aston.
Yeah, Tina?
Um, you know how you
were talking about that...
talking about
Martin Luther King last week
and how he, you know,
put himself in harm's way
so that others
could have a better life?
Sure do.
Well, my mom and I went online
and read some more about him.
Really?
Yeah, and, um,
it made me sad
what happened to him.
I was wondering,
do you think the world
would have been a better place
if he hadn't been killed?
I don't know,
but it sure became a better place
because he was alive.
Yeah. Yeah, that's true.
Well, thanks for
telling us about him.
Sure.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Do you love her?
Love? I'm starting
to think that I, uh...
I'm not so certain
what that word means.
You know, intellectually I do, but...
intimate love...
I seem to have emotionally
forgotten what that means.
She's like my mom.
They just insulate
themselves from reality.
It's like they're looking at life
through a windshield,
so thick that they could watch
a nuclear explosion.
I don't even have
a glass in mine...
and the Wind's whipping me
and making my eyes teary,
and I can barely even
keep them open.
- Great choices.
- Thanks.
I love this dress.
Did you see the adorable
little shoes that go with it?
- No.
- Oh, my gosh.
How cute are these?
Very. I'll get those, too.
Okay, great.
Are these gifts?
Um...
uh, this one is.
Okay. Your daughter's gonna
look so cute in this dress.
Uh, hey, sorry.
Excuse me.
You don't happen to know
whose dog this is, do you?
No. Sorry.
Well, It's just that
I found it in the street
running around the other day.
It didn't have a collar or anything.
She's cute.
You should keep her.
Wait. It's a girl?
Yes.
You might want to make sure
she's fixed.
Right, make sure she's neutered.
Spayed. Boys get neutered.
Spayed, not neutered.
- No.
- No.
I'll let you know if I hear anything.
Okay, thanks.
Everyone's here.
We're good to go.
Gonzo, you're the main tank.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Remember this guy heals,
so get ready.
Today marks the fourth day since
little Christie Dillon's disappearance.
Her father Paul held
a news conference
out in front of his house
to defend himself against accusations
that he somehow
may have been involved.
Gonz, you want it?
Uh, yeah.
Jim, use your fire magic, dude!
All right, I got it! I got it!
Dragging their feet
in this investigation.
On Capitol Hill today...
Watch your flank!
Watch your flank!
- It's on your six!
- Shit.
- Uh, I, uh...
- Unbelievable!
You're thinking about the princess!
She was taken from her home.
We can't just leave her there.
- Dude, you just wiped the raid!
- Jesus, Gonz!
We need to focus up!
I have to leave,
help the princess.
What? You can't!
If you do that, you're out for good!
Where are you going?
Come on, dude. He's an asshole.
Get rid of him.
Here we go! Come on!
W-Where is he going?
How are we gonna heal
without him?
Come on! That's insane!
We're finally gonna get this guy!
I can't believe this.
We're gonna have to start
this level all over!
I lost my job at the magazine
three months ago.
I don't know. The, um...
The pressure of work
and taking care of him...
it just got to me.
Everyone thinks he's brain-dead...
except me.
And I know he's not
because of the way
he looks at me sometimes.
I know he's in there,
and that's why I...
we gotta do this race.
He always wanted to run
that fucking thing.
He's run every other major city
marathon in the country.
This was from his last race,
the San Francisco Marathon.
He placed in the top
Somehow I don't think
we're gonna do that good this time.
We're gonna finish it.
We're gonna finish it.
Yeah. No, I understand
what you're saying.
Oh, Christ.
I thought that we had
gotten past that, Greg.
You're clinging to this theory
like a frigging flat-Earther.
It doesn't hold water.
You can't expect me
to believe that her parents
think that she would
intentionally hurt Erik.
Well, that is absolutely crazy talk.
Fine.
Bring it to the arbitrator.
Let him decide.
Yeah. Yeah.
She's sober.
Her tests come back
negative every week.
That means she's clean.
Oh, fine.
No, I don't have anything else.
Thank you for being
so fucking reasonable, Greg!
I hope that you
can sleep well tonight.
Crap.
You still haven't found the owner?
Oh, yeah.
I mean, no, not... not yet.
Hey.
She's a, um... a weim...
How do you say it?
Weimaraner.
Weimaraner. Yeah.
Right, I can never remember that
Hey.
Are you planning a trip somewhere?
Oh, no, I'm just...
I... I don't know.
Maybe sometime,
but not... not now.
She's really cute.
Have you named her?
I'm just calling her
Carol right now.
Wha...
Yikes. Carol?
It's... I don't know.
It's my sister's name.
I guess I don't really...
I just don't really know
that many girls' names.
What's your name?
E-Evan.
Hi.
I'm Allegra.
Now you know two girls' names.
You know, it's really nice
to have a guy on the beat
in the neighborhood.
Makes everyone feel safer,
you know.
Thanks, Tony.
I appreciate that.
Wait right here.
You don't tell anyone.
This is for you.
Oh, I... I, uh...
It's policy. I-I'm not allowed.
Policy?
Yeah.
It's ridiculous. It's cannoli.
Um, I... I could buy it.
They're on special,
two for a dollar.
I get 4 bucks apiece for those.
Yeah, that's a... that's
a pretty good special.
Here.
All right.
You know we're in a drought.
Hey, Detective.
Are you doing the work
on this house alone?
Yeah, uh... Yeah.
Yeah, it's a labor of love, you know.
Six months, it's... it's a big job.
So did you come here
to admire my house,
or you, uh... you gonna
take me up on my offer,
you know, picnic, a drink, dinner?
No. No, actually, uh,
I need your help about something.
See, I was thinking about
the statement you gave
inside the station yesterday, and...
and something doesn't seem right.
What's that?
Why were you eating lunch
at the softball field
the day you picked up
Christie and Heather?
I beg your pardon?
Well, I mean, you said
you eat lunch there every day,
but when I asked the neighbors
around the field
if they'd ever
seen your truck before,
they said no, never seen it.
Well, they're just plain wrong.
I go there every day.
I... I eat my sandwich.
I watch a T-ball game
or a softball game.
Can you prove that,
Mr. Beckworth?
I don't go there
at the same time every day.
I don't eat my lunch
at any set hour.
It's funny. The mothers
that live around that field,
they're kind of nosy,
and they have a really great
Neighborhood Watch program.
Detective, I'm not
gonna argue with you.
I've got no reason to lie about
eating my sandwich at Memorial Park,
whether I show up there
at 3:00 or 12:00
or park my truck a foot away
from where it was the day before.
Please,
believe me.
Right.
Forget about the drought.
A garden like that's gonna
attract a lot of attention.
You gonna give me a ticket?
No. It's not my department.
I was just, you know...
You giving me a warning?
Well, thank you for the warning.
Don't start with me.
I've had a hell of a day.
We're gonna run
and then I think we need
to start pulling back by Sunday, okay?
Oh, shit.
Ohh. I forgot she was coming by
Coming!
Don't move.
Sorry about that.
I totally forgot about the time,
but come on back.
Oh. Um, if you're busy, I can...
No, it's fine. Come in.
He's not shy.
Okay...
Sorry about that.
It always happens around
attractive women.
This is my brother.
Hello, Erik. I'm Kate.
Can you hand me the,
um, pitcher behind you?
Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Sure.
Actually,
do you think
you could give me a hand?
Of course. Of course.
What, uh... What can I do?
I'm gonna lift him,
and if you could just rinse
the, uh, soap out of his hair.
Yes.
Okay...
There we go.
- Okay? Just like this?
- Yeah.
That's great.
Thanks.
I was gonna get
his hair cut for Sunday,
but I think it looks
pretty good longer.
Don't you?
Yeah, I like it long.
What do you think
of the moustache?
Um, let's see.
I like the moustache.
I hate it.
Will you hold up his arm?
Um, yeah.
Thanks.
So you've been sober
about six months now.
How exactly did that happen?
Did you wake up one morning
and decide that you'd hit rock bottom?
Um, I think it was more
like I hit the bottom,
and then the rock fell on me.
You don't think we're gonna
win this case, do you?
Isn't this hard for you?
Yeah. Yeah, it's hard.
It's really fucking hard,
hardest thing I've ever done.
You have kids?
No.
Me neither.
But I imagine it's a lot
like having a baby.
A really big, heavy baby
that you have to shave
and you get to curse around.
You didn't answer my question.
He can't go in one of those places.
He needs me.
And I need him.
Armando Hyde.
"Armando Hyde, 38,
died Monday, June 11,"
"after a long battle
with colon cancer,"
'survived by his wife
of nine years, Judy,
"and their two-year-old
daughter, Christine.
"Judy and Samuel met
during their freshman year
at Michigan State University."
"Family will receive friends
"Saint Theodore Church."
What I've got
ls a man that's right for me
This man is a lucky man
He's kicking my ass
And lootin' my drawers for free
A nickel for my pickle
What I got
ls a man that's right for me
Sounds really good.
Good birthday so far?
Best birthday
now that you're here.
A couple of friends took me
to Katsuya for dinner,
and I made them promise
to get me back by 10:00.
You didn't have to do that.
Could have done this
on another night.
No, I've been waiting
for this all day.
All right, wait a second.
Wait a second. Hold on.
Don't you want to talk a little bit
before your birthday fuck?
No.
Wait here.
Okay...
Get in here!
You like?
Yeah.
Yeah, you look great.
Oh, God.
Do you have a condom, T?
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Did you just...
I did.
Sorry. I just... You know, your bra,
you looked hot and...
I'm sorry.
I gotta go...
I was bad from early on. I just...
You can't stay longer?
I can't, sweetie.
All right. I'll call you when I'm...
when I'm out. Okay?
Happy birthday, baby.
I'll make it up to you, I promise.
I got to pee.
It's okay if I pee, right?
I... I think so, yeah. Sure.
I won't be long.
You ready?
Yeah. Right, baby?
You're in here.
Hey, it's gonna be great.
I'll see you in, what,
an hour or so?
Well, by the time
the anesthesia wears off,
it's probably more
like a couple of hours.
A couple of hours. Quick.
- Will you follow me?
- Yeah.
You guys always open
on Saturdays?
Baby-making's
a seven-day-a-week thing.
After focusing their early interest
on Roger Beckworth,
it seems like investigators
are back to square one.
Today they began retracing
all of the steps
of their initial evidence gathering.
As you can see, they're taking
what appears to be the family computer.
Officials are not speaking to us
about this latest development,
but obviously they think
there might be some information
that could help them
in figuring out
what happened
to little Christie Dillon.
Well, that's an interesting
development.
Keep us posted on that, Al.
Hey, Mom, can I go to Magic Mountain
with Julie's family tomorrow?
Sure.
She said I could go!
But it's my day off today,
- so you and I are gonna...
- Oh, my gosh.
I cannot wait to ride the...
hang out.
So here it is.
All right.
Looks like it's all here.
Okay...
Say, "Please whip me."
Please whip me more.
- Louder! I can't...
- Please whip me more!
You want it harder?
You forgot the command.
God! Fuck. Damn it.
Louder!
Yes, ma'am!
Say, "Please whip me."
Please whip me more.
Louder! I didn't...
Please whip me more!
You want it harder?
Yes.
You forgot the command.
Come on.
Louder. Yes, ma'am.
Come on. Come 0... Hey.
Hey, what's up, baby?
W-What are you doing?
What do you think I'm doing?
Yeah.
Uh, hi.
Oh, great. You're done.
We were getting worried about you.
Yeah, somebody might want to
talk to the building manager
about a little heat in... in the room.
That would, uh, help things along.
Okay...
Yeah, and, uh, also your...
the magazines are worn out.
Okay...
And the... the videos are, uh...
They're not accessible.
Okay...
I've never met a person in my life
who so completely inspired me.
When I first saw you in the U-Cen
surrounded by those three girls...
I thought that you looked
like a womanizing frat guy.
And after you bought me
that cup of coffee
and you tried out the worst
pickup line I had ever heard...
And, no, I'm not gonna embarrass him
by telling you all what he said,
but trust me. It was bad.
After everything that you gave me,
my sweetheart,
I can at least promise you
that I can take that one to my grave.
I love you, Sam.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
Do you want me to meet you
at your house?
Would you like to go to lunch?
Um, yeah. I just...
Let me grab a... a water.
I will never forgive you for this, Drew,
everything you've put us through...
- Mom...
- All this torture.
First you destroyed your brother's life,
and if that wasn't enough,
you had to destroy ours, too.
How could you do this to us?
This to you?
I'm the one who wants
to take care of him,
not stick him in a home somewhere.
He needs qualified,
responsible caregivers.
He needs people who love him.
Love? You talking
about the kind of love
where you put somebody else's
needs before your own?
Are you going to do that?
You are far too selfish for that.
Mrs. Bryant, please.
Your son is coming home.
No more talking from you.
No more talking from you.
You've done enough.
So tell me something about yourself.
Oh, I don't know. Like what?
I don't know.
It doesn't have to be
some deep, dark secret.
Okay...
I was born with an extra kidney.
No, I swear to God
It's just a little one.
It doesn't do anything.
But, look, when I was 10
I went to school one day,
and there was this kid who said
that his cousin or somebody
had been traveling overseas
and someone had kidnapped him
and drugged him
and tried to steal his kidney
and sell it on the black market.
On the black market?
You believed this?
Well, I was 10,
so all I'm thinking is
"Whoa, I got a huge pile of cash
sitting inside here,"
and... and I put an ad
in the local paper.
You put an ad out in the paper?
Well, what were you gonna charge
for your own little baby kidney?
$500 or best offer.
That's not a bad deal.
I thought so.
So how are you going
to deliver the goods
- when somebody called for your...
- I was 10.
I hadn't thought the thing
through all the way, okay?
- But I did get one call.
- No, you didn't.
Yeah, I swear to God.
And so, of course,
then my parents found out,
and they thought I'd lost my mind,
so they made me go see a shrink,
and then everyone in school
found out,
and this... this one kid filled my locker
with, like, 40 cans of kidney beans.
It was awful.
Anyway, it kind of
put a stigma on me
that lasted a while.
That's kind of sad.
Yeah. You probably think
I'm a total weirdo now, huh?
No. I mean, you were 10.
If anything, it's indicative
of your early entrepreneurial spirit.
Your parents should have
encouraged it.
Right.
Okay, your turn.
My turn for what?
Tell me something about you.
Come here.
I hate black people.
Th-That's, um...
I'm guessing that can be
a problem sometimes.
Yeah.
Will... Will you stop...
Please stop taking my picture.
You know, I didn't come up here
to watch you sweat your balls off
running the hills of San Francisco.
I came here to make sure
you shave that
prison pussy ASAP.
You know what? This is...
it's very good luck.
Oh, the race is over,
so unless you want to audition
for a Village People tribute band,
it's got to go.
Oh, my God. It really
bothers you, doesn't it?
Yeah. Every picture
I have of my brother
running one of these races...
Oh, look,
he looks like a gay porn star
running from a bunch of rabid fans.
Someday, uh, you're gonna have
to run one of these with me.
Thanks for the offer,
Well, that's never gonna happen.
Besides, I don't have time to train.
No, really. Yeah.
Yeah, I'm busy.
Doing what?
Vampires get more shit done
in the day than you.
Come on. All you got is time.
We are 15 seconds away from
this year's SoCal Marathon.
You ready?
5,4,3,2,1!
I had a date with a guy last night,
and we're seeing each other
again later today.
So it went well.
Yeah, it was great.
And then I told him
I hate black people.
Okay, and how did
he react to that?
He laughed, and...
he was kind of weirded out,
more uncomfortable
than freaked, I think,
because he's a white guy.
Why do you, uh...
Why do you think you did that?
I don't know.
Um, I like to see
white people squirm?
Do you like this guy?
I do. I really do.
Sometimes I feel like
I have these automatic
responses for white guys.
I just... I wish I'd never
told him that, you know.
I... I wish I'd never said that.
"I hate black people."
Why?
Did he say something
to trigger that from you?
No. He told a story,
and it was vulnerable and sweet.
He's a sweet, nice guy.
I think I...
pushed him away,
like I do with everyone at my job.
I'm the only black person
working on this show,
and I just... I get so angry.
Ah, scratch that. Uh...
the two security guards at the gate,
they... they're black.
And there's another-
another executive
who is female also,
and she's black.
And the valet, he's black.
Why does it bother you?
Because I feel like I'm selling out.
I mean, look at you.
You were recommended to me
from my white writer friend.
You know, I should be
with a black therapist.
Allegra, if you're uncomfortable,
I could recommend...
No, no, it's...
I want to get to the bottom of this, and...
I like being black.
It's just I don't like being black
sometimes around white people
and some black people.
I just feel like...
like I'm some kind of a fake.
Like when I, uh,
drive up to the gate
and the two black
security guards are there,
one of them,
he looks at my car, you know,
and he looks at me,
and he's sizing me up,
and I feel like... I feel like
he's looking at me and he's thinking
that I'm trying to be white
or something.
And the other security guard,
he doesn't care.
He just wants to flirt with me.
That's why I only hate
some black people,
because some of them
are suspicious,
and the rest don't care,
you know.
They're fine.
What are you?
Don't care or suspicious?
Suspicious, and I'm getting
really tired of myself.
I don't... I don't want to hate anybody,
black or white, you know.
I... I want to fall in love.
I want Evan to like me.
I want to spend more time
with my niece.
That'd be nice.
I want my dad to, uh.
To still be alive.
Uh, I want, uh...
I want to lose five pounds.
That's important.
I want... I want a back rub.
I want to be swept off my feet.
I want to be taken on a trip
to Jamaica for a month.
You only used the word
"hate" once just now.
Ah, eureka.
I want you to try something.
I want you to be really nice
to anybody that you think
is suspicious.
Just see how that goes.
Okay...
Allegra.
Okay, I'll do it.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Tissue, right there.
Yeah. I just... You know,
I'll get around to that tissue.
All right.
Keep going!
All the way through!
All the way through!
Oh, hey. Good morning.
Hey.
Got the downloads
from Dillon's hard drive.
It's as bad as they say it is?
Yeah, it's worse.
Oh.
- Frankie.
- Yeah?
So what's up with the results
of the review of Dillon's hard drive?
It's right here.
They just handed me the file.
Now, this is what you call
a real lead on a real suspect.
You're gonna have to bring him
back in again. Today.
Already planning on it.
Look, I know it's a little, um...
Perverted
Yeah, but it's
not necessarily illegal.
The guys are looking
into some of the photos,
and the girls are young, but it doesn't
mean they're breaking any laws.
But he's definitely got a thing
for young girls.
So did my ex-husband.
Yeah.
You call me after
you talk to him, okay?
All right.
Yo, you okay?
Hey, can we get
some help over here!
Come here!
Easy, easy.
All right.
You okay?
Yeah. Ls my brother... Is he...
He seems all right.
Can he speak?
Pretty sure you dislocated
your shoulder, miss.
Now I'm just gonna
get you something...
Try to hold still.
Thank you.
Thank you for saving my life.
It's been four days since
Christie's disappearance,
and frustrations
amongst officials
and in the community
are running high,
but today comes news
that the investigation
has shifted away from the neighbor
Michael Beckworth altogether
and so leads to the father,
Andrew Dillon.
Now, Mr. Dillon has been
adamant about his innocence,
and, though police have not officially
called him or anyone else a suspect,
the feeling is that an indictment
will be coming any day now.
I wish every day was Christmas...
Hi.
Hi. Thanks for
coming over so quickly.
No problem.
I was in the office, so I'm close.
Working on Sundays isn't good
for your marriage, honey.
Thanks, Mom.
Jesus Christ.
Mom, you're gonna
blow up the house.
Look, if the pilot doesn't light,
you got to turn off the gas.
Oh, how am I supposed
to know that?
Your father always deals
with that kind of thing.
No.
Mom, no, not any more.
Not for nine years.
He's not lighting
the pilot light today.
He didn't clean the gutters out
last spring.
He didn't flip the breakers
in the fuse box
when they popped
the winter before last,
and he did not drive you
to the hospital.
When you fell in the driveway,
you fell, Mom,
and I drove you.
I did, Mom.
Mom, I did.
Me.
I don't understand
why you won't listen to me
when I talk about him.
I hear everything you say.
But you don't listen, Mom.
I know you think I'm a fool,
your kooky mother.
You know, you were always
a lot more like him,
only dealing in the facts,
proof, evidence.
I... I don't think you ever believed
in anything without those conditions.
Not the Easter Bunny.
Not Santa Claus.
I remember when you were...
I think you were 10.
We were in this kitchen,
and I was baking you
Rice Krispies squares,
and I asked you why you
didn't believe in God,
and do you remember this'?
Do you remember what you said'?
You said,
"Where's the evidence?"
"Should I just believe
that because I can..."
"flap my arms, I can..."
y?-.
I was a real pain in the ass, wasn't I?
You still are,
but I love you.
I just don't see the point
in deluding yourself.
What good has ever come
from lying to yourself, Mom?
Love.
I'm...
Love, there's no litmus test
for it, is there?
I mean, there's no proof.
I mean, how do you know...
how do you know
that I love you?
I mean, really, you don't know.
Because you just
told me you did.
Ah, I could have been lying
to you all these years.
I trust you, Mom.
Your grandma and grandpa,
now, that's an incredible
love story, isn't it?
I mean, that was perfect, right?
Well, what proof do we have
that they didn't just meet
during the war
in a less dramatic way?
You must have told me that story
a hundred times when I was little.
It was your favorite
bedtime story.
Is that all it was, Mom?
A bedtime story?
Some bullshit story you tell a kid
to help him to sleep?
Not to help you go to sleep.
It was a story to get a boy
to understand the...
the capacity of love,
and maybe now it's become
a story to understand
the importance of belief
without evidence...
trust without reservation
faith.
We have to leave now.
Can I get you a ride home?
Okay, take care.
Yeah?
Who is it?
It's your neighbor.
- Hey.
- Can we talk?
Um, yeah.
What about?
C-Can I come in?
Yeah.
I don't get it.
I don't know why you guys
don't just arrest that neighbor.
Uh, I'm sorry. What-
What are you talking about?
The neighbor of the missing girl,
you know, Beckworth.
The Christie Dillon case.
Wh-Why can't you guys
just arrest him?
Uh, I believe he was...
he was brought in
for questioning by the police.
I... I don't think they had enough
on him to hold him.
Have they searched his house?
I... I don't know.
It's... It's not my division.
Well, somebody needs
to tell somebody to get over there.
There's not much time.
She could be dead already.
Do... Do you have some sort of proof
or some sort of evidence that...
I just know she's there.
Okay, it's... it's Carter, right?
Carter, maybe... maybe you should
go back to your apartment,
and don't worry
about these things.
It's really... It's not...
not your responsibility.
Whose responsibility is it, then?
I mean, you're a cop.
You don't even think
it's your responsibility.
We're everyone's responsibility,
all of us, each other's.
I've always taught my kids
that a society fails
if we don't look out
for each other.
How can people not see that?
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?
Where you going?
To look out for someone.
Shit.
Whoo. Hey.
Best seats in the house.
Yeah, here you go.
Thank you.
Yeah, you're gonna like her.
She's really good.
What are all these things for?
They're just toys.
Don't hit that one.
Can I see that for a second?
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
We
Dear
Are
Are, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We're damn dolls
Alive
Sta)'
Here
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
My head leaves me small
Mr. Dillon, I mean, these images
we found on your computer, they're...
Not illegal.
All right,
we'll see about that.
It's fantasy. it...
I had nothing to do with
my daughter's disappearance.
Then why don't you take me through
when you noticed
when she first was missing?
I... I told you!
I told everybody
a hundred times!
Well, then tell me again.
Take me through it
minute by minute.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What you people should have
done a long time ago.
He did something with her.
All right, you don't...
You don't know that, all right?
She... She's not in there, all right?
Come on. Let's go, or you're gonna
get arrested, come on.
Then arrest me.
What can I do for you, huh?
Who are you?
What the hell's going on?
We were just...
It's a small misunderstanding.
This is my house.
This is private property.
Come on. Carter, let's go.
Carter, come on. Let's go. Carter!
No! No!
What?!
Carter! No! Carter!
What?!
No!
What?!
Come on now!
- Carter!
- Stand up
for the least of America
Lay down like a naked dead body
Keep it real for the people
working overtime
Because they living
off the government dime
Stand up for the people of America
Stand up for the man next door
'Cause you're free
in the land of America...
What are you doing?
What are you doing? Stop!
Stop.
I didn't do anything!
I didn't do anything!
Shoot him!
Where's your gun?!
I didn't do anything!
Call for backup!
That means you...
I'm not... I'm not a cop.
What?
I'm not... I'm not a cop.
You're just... just nothing!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Not a cop?
Like a naked dead body
Keep it real for the people
working overtime
Because they live
off the government dime
Stand up for the people of America
Stand up for the man next door
'Cause you're free
in the land of America
Not gonna die like this
Come on, now
You don't know me!
No!
No!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my G...
What?
What do I do?
Just...
go.
Go.
Help! Help!
AHO
Uh, Salut, Adrienne.
C'est Ryan.
Oh, bonjour, Ryan.
Comment ga va?
Bien. Et vous?
Bien. Trs bien.
Bon. Ou est mon pre?
Ah, oui. Je vais le charger.
Bon soir.
Toi aussi.
Hello.
Hi.
Everything okay?
No, not really, Dad.
What's going on?
I'm having an affair.
Why?
I don't know.
I figured that you might be able
to help me figure that out.
After all, you've got a lot
more experience in this than I do.
I saw that the screen had been
removed from the window.
Joan was freaking out.
I grabbed the phone,
called the police.
Hey, Beckworth's dead.
We got officers on the scene,
but it looks like, uh,
there's another victim.
And, Frankie,
there's something else.
Stunning, really.
Police showed up on the scene
and found him trying
to open the trapdoor
that led to the hidden cellar
under the house.
Now, we've not been allowed in
to see it, but by all accounts,
it's a virtually soundproof prison cell
where he kept little Christie Dillon
for the past six days.
It's incredible.
Al, you just spoke to the lead investigator
on this a few moments ago.
What did she have to say?
Yes, I did. Let's roll the tape
of the interview
with Detective Francesca Graylin
of the LAPD.
Could you tell us
what you know so far?
Well, the investigation is still ongoing.
I can tell you that Christie
has been returned to her family.
It appears Roger Beckworth
had something to do
with her abduction.
Mr. Beckworth was found dead
in his home with another person.
There are conflicting reports
that the other person
was a police officer
or former police officer?
He was a cadet for a short time
before his dismissal.
Can you tell us
why he was dismissed?
No, I can't speak to that.
Then are we sure that
he was involved in this?
Yes. Uh, look, like I said,
the investigation is still ongoing.
Uh, all I can say is that it looks like
he came over to confront
Mr. Beckworth,
but we're not sure if or how
he knew Christie was in there,
so that's really all I can say.
Thank you, Detective.
Thank you for your time.
All right, Al. Thank you.
We'll check back with you whenever
you have new developments in that case.
But right now, we're gonna
go to Tricia Alexander,
who is standing by with
an amazing story. Trish?
Thanks, Jim.
Well, you have that right.
As viewers know, today was
the annual SoCal Marathon.
Of course, the champions were
crowned earlier this morning,
and the race itself closed hours ago,
but it's apparently not over
for one very determined racer.
Make that two
very determined racers.
What do you want me to say?
I'm a bad father?
I'm a bad husband?
What I did to your mother
was a mistake of a lifetime
in a lifetime full of mistakes?
I just... I want you...
No, I need you to fix it.
I don't know how to fix it.
It's easy, okay?
Just tell her the truth.
Listen, in human relations,
kindness and lies
are worth a thousand truths.
Goodbye, Dad.
Hey.
Hi.
I thought you were
coming home later.
Nope.
The, uh...
in vitro didn't take.
It's okay, sweetie.
We'll just try again.
Okay?
There it is.
There it is, Erik.
Great job
Nice work, buddy.
Ma'am, ma'am...
Congratulations.
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
Congratulations.
You are relentless
In the way that you ask me
So many questions of my days
in the city
I wish that I could tell you something
But I'm a hostage of my pride
And I'll take all the heat
you're packing...
Good morning.
I was getting coffee today,
and I thought that you guys
might like some.
I didn't know
what kind that you'd like,
so I got one cappuccino
and one regular coffee.
I'll just have-
I'll take the coffee.
Okay. Great.
You guys have a nice day.
You, too. You, too.
Yeah. Yeah.
Thank you.
You are relentless
In the way that you love me
I'm afraid of the thoughts
that you're making
Listen...
let's get together soon.
I wish that I could
know the difference
Between your smiles
and your frowns
Now I'm buried in the armor
'Cause I'm an iron man.
I'm an iron man.