The Detail (2018) s01e04 Episode Script

1 Do it and do it and do it and do it And do it Don't wanna be your slave And I'm not gonna cry, big dawg And I'm not gonna blame the system Do it and do (DISTANT PEOPLE YELLING) (MUFFLED, INDISTINCT SPORTS BROADCAST) (BEEPING) (RADIO SPORTSCASTER) (TENSE MUSIC) (GASPING) Hey, you OK? Yeah.
It's just a nightmare.
- Go back to sleep.
- Same one? - Yeah.
- You ever think that maybe opening up your dad's old case right now might not be the best thing for you? Get someone else to do it.
Jack or hell, I don't know, Donnie? (MAN CHUCKLING) I can handle it.
Yeah, but what about the rest of us? I gotta get up.
I'm sorry.
It was a joke.
Hey.
Katherine Jean Hall, what do you think you're doing? What?! Margot's mom lets her drink coffee.
Well, you can talk to Margot's mom when you don't get any taller.
Bye, Mom.
Have a good day.
Hey, you know where your bro Nate, come on, it's time for Mom, this is a crime scene and I died.
- (INDISTINCT GRUMBLING) - You're ruining the game! - No, the game is over! - Get off! You're taking it too far! You're gonna hurt yourself! (MAN): Stevie! Nate, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Nate! Nate! What the hell are you doing? I-I-I-I don't know what you saw.
Yeah, me neither.
I'm gonna call Dr.
Stone.
I think we need a session.
- No.
It wasn't Nate's fault.
- I'm not calling about him.
- (SIREN BLARING) - (INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO) - What have we got? - Ah, a teenager.
City workers noticed the car just left here, - called the police.
- Officer on the scene noticed blood on the bumper, opened the trunk - and found her inside.
- How bad? It's bad.
Stabbed repeatedly.
Post-mortem will give us a cause of death.
We got an ID.
Not yet.
We're running a VIN number.
You're ready? Yeah.
Can you and Hall conduct a thorough search - of this car? - Sure.
Where is Stevie? Funny, I was just about to ask you.
How's that for a turn of event? So how are you today, Detective? You're feeling OK? Mm-hmm.
You're late.
Everything OK? Yeah, fine.
Thanks.
You missed it: Medusa was almost downright courteous to Cooper here.
Oh, I get it; only you get to call her that? Nobody gets to call her that.
What do you know about the victim's injuries? She can't be older than 16.
I'm getting tired of seeing these dead girls.
Um, nails are chipped.
Signs of a struggle.
I bet she felt like a million bucks when she had those done.
There appears to be bruising to the upper inner-thigh area.
What happened to you, honey? (GASPING) Oh, Jesus! - She's still alive! - Over here! I can't believe it: the medics didn't check her vitals.
OK.
Thank you.
Let me guess, Coroner Phelps is retiring early? With a little help from me and my friends upstairs.
The girl was VSA, miracle she's still breathing.
- The miracle is if she lives.
- So what does that mean for us, Boss? No body.
I assume you're kicking it over - to Special Victims? - No, I think we're gonna follow through on this until further notice, OK? Aaron, you want to head to the hospital, keep us posted.
(AARON): You got it.
I know that look.
- What look? - That I-have-a-secret look.
Me? Nooo.
Oh, come on, Cooper, cough it up.
I mean, I don't have a secret.
Well, I mean, I do, but you know what it is.
(WHISPERING): The baby.
(LAUGHING): Oh right, of course, the baby.
So does that mean that you're having it then? Yeah.
Yeah, I think I am.
Then, congratulations.
Thanks! I feel pretty good about it.
It's good that you feel good.
Yeah.
- What's that? - A parking pass from last night.
Scarborough Conversation Park.
Now, what was a teenage girl doing there? Well, it's a popular make-out spot.
Is it? - Yes.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING) Ladies, VIN confirms that the car belongs to a Thomas Williams.
Reported his daughter missing this morning, Deana Williams.
Um, I want you to report to the family, deliver notification.
- But there's no death.
- Oh, just got off the phone with Erin.
She didn't make it.
- - (SIREN CALL) (DOORBELL RINGING) Mr.
Williams? Can we come in? So you're here about Dee? - Where is she? - Did you find her? Do you have a wife, Mr.
Williams? It's probably best if we do this all together.
My wife My wife passed a year ago.
It was cancer.
This is gonna be very hard to hear.
We found your car this morning.
Yeah, so where's Deana? A girl matching your daughter's description was found on scene.
But she's OK though, right? Unfortunately, the girl we found died on the way to the hospital.
- Deana's dead? - No.
You got the wrong girl.
My daughter's just gone somewhere.
She's, uh And frankly, I don't know why you guys aren't out there looking for her.
We are very sorry, Mr.
Williams.
Tell me my daughter isn't dead.
What happened to her? Simon No.
How do you even know that this girl is Deana? Since she was found in your car, it's very likely that it's her.
I'm so sorry.
Just Just give me a minute.
(MR.
WILLIAMS SNIFFLING) I need a minute to think.
I just, I just Give me a minute.
Just give me a minute, OK? I just Was, uh Was she? There are indications that she was assaulted, yes.
Oh, God! Mr.
Williams, let's confirm it's Deana first before we before we go any further, OK? In order to do that, we need you to come down to the station - to identify the body.
- Wait.
Right, just in-in-in case it's not her, right? Simon, why don't you come with me for a minute.
(MR.
WILLIAMS SOBBING) I know this is very hard to process, Mr.
Williams, but I still have a few questions that I need to ask.
(SOFTLY): OK.
Do you know who Deana was with last night? I don't know.
We had a fight.
Because she quit her her tutoring job, and, uh I lost my temper and then I pushed her.
I have never done that before.
Yeah, they were fighting.
She quit her job, it's understandable.
He didn't even notice she was missing until this morning.
- He thought she came home late.
- Oh, I know.
I don't have a kid yet, so I don't get an opinion, right? - You said that, not me.
- (BOTH LAUGHING) (PEOPLE CHATTERING) So far, no one recognizes Deana.
Anything? Only if you count an alien abduction.
- You? - Nada.
But if you see a Grey tabby with three legs, - he's called Phillip.
I had a dog with three legs, growing up.
Cheeto.
My dad would try to make him a leg out of a tennis racket - when he was drunk.
- You truly are a success story.
(BOTH LAUGHING) You talked to them yet? Doesn't look like anybody's talked to them in three months.
- Check it out? - Yeah.
Hello? Police! Open up! - (GUNSHOT) - (METALLIC RATTLING) It's the police! Drop your weapon and come out with your hands up! Now, asshat! - (METALLIC RATTLING) - (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (RACOON TRILLING) (STEVIE SIGHING) Ah, God, I hate nature! Stupid racoon! - - This one's been doing some heavy-duty bleaching.
Yes.
You know, they say the true sign of a great home business is when the owner - uses the product himself.
- (STEVIE SNIFFING) Still good.
Someone's been here recently.
Looks like someone's been living here recently.
- Where are the cushions? - Between that and the bleach, they've been trying to cover up.
Hm, this looks like Deana's.
They didn't get everything.
- I'm calling Forensics.
- Yeah.
Camper belongs to Matt Chatland, 43.
- Aggravated assault, burglary.
- Just finished a three-month stint at Montclair.
Out on good behaviour.
He's been selling pot to the teens in the park.
We think that's how he met Deana.
I hate him already.
Any other links to Deana? Forensics searched the camper at Scarborough Conversation Park, Uh, luminol revealed blood that he tried to clean up with bleach, a lot of it.
- Ah.
Next time, start there.
- (MAN CHUCKLING) - Is the blood hers? - We're still waiting to hear back.
In the meantime, why don't we pick him up, see if we can get him to talk.
Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.
Where do we find him? A uni sitting on the camper says he hasn't come back yet, but we have the wife's last known address so we're gonna see if she's able to tell us.
Good.
Well, let's see what she says.
Donnie, Aaron, see if you dig up some more dirt on Chatland.
Price, you're with me.
Let's solve this, shall we? Yeah.
Mr.
Williams.
Simon.
I'm Detective sergeant Price.
This is Staff Inspector Currie.
We are so sorry for your loss, Mr.
Williams, and we are doing - everything in our power - Did you find - the son of a bitch who did this? - We're in the process - of locating him.
- So he's still out there? - Yes, sir, yes.
- But rest assured that the men and women of this unit are doing everything they can to bring him to justice for what he did to Deana.
Are you ready to see your daughter now? OK.
OK.
- Fiona? - Oh, yep.
OK, we got you.
Here.
We've got you.
- There's no air in here.
- Yeah.
I need some air.
I can't breathe.
Take a deep breath.
There you go.
I know this is hard, Thomas, but I need you to try.
I need your official identification before we can proceed further.
- (SOBBING) - I don't think I can do it.
- It's OK, Dad.
- I can't see my baby girl on that table.
I can't see - my baby girl on that table.
- I'll go.
- No, no.
Hang on.
- Look at him.
- You think he could do it? - We (PRICE): Can I have a word in private? Excuse me.
I know you didn't ask for my opinion but - Then why are you giving it? - Clearly, the father is in no state; I don't think we should force him to go in there.
I am not sending a child in to ID his dead sister.
Why not? The kid's ready to go in; the father isn't.
I don't see what the problem is.
We don't get this, - we don't move forward.
- Please.
Dad watched Mom waste away to nothing - he can't do this again.
- I'm begging you.
Let me go in.
No.
No.
No.
Daddy, no! You OK? Thought I was the one with morning sickness.
Don't know what's up with me today.
Why don't you hang back.
Just keep an eye on the perimeter.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, of course.
No worries.
(DOG BARKING) - Is your mom home? - (WOMAN): Cole, who's that? Detective Jac Cooper.
Need to speak with you, Mrs.
Chatland.
No, you can't be here.
You gotta get out of here.
What happened to your face? (MAN): I told you not to open that damn door! Chatland's here, I need backup now! He didn't do anything.
(GRUNTING) - Argh! - (WOMEN PANTING) - You're alright? - Yeah.
Yeah.
- I'm fine.
- (CHATLAND): You bitches, you got nothing on me! Are you certain you can do this? OK.
Is that her? Is this your sister? Yes or no, Simon.
- Yeah.
- OK.
- (SIMON SNIFFLING) - That's her.
- Yeah.
- OK.
That's Deana.
Are they gonna cut her open now? They're gonna do the autopsy there, yes.
- OK.
Good work, let's go.
- No.
- No, we can't stay here.
- I wanna stay with her! We really have to go now.
(CHATLAND SIGHING) I didn't do anything to that girl.
I don't even know her.
- (COOPER SIGHING) - Are you sure? Maybe you sold her some weed.
I mean, you can't remember every kid you sold a dime bag to, can you? No.
Pretty sure I'd remember if I killed one though.
Look, I sell a bit of dope, big deal.
Is this your car, Mr.
Chatland? We spoke to Security at Deana's high school; they said this car was parked up front every day for a month or so.
3 p.
m.
on the dot.
- Were you watching Deana? - My kids go to that school.
Security says you never picked anyone up, just sat there looking at all the pretty, little girls out the window 'til they asked you to leave.
I was trying to get my kids to convince their dumb mother to let me back in the house.
Hmm So have you been living in your camper? You're homeless? Camper's a home on wheels, isn't it? Are you aware we found residue of blood in that camper? That's not possible.
You said that your wife won't let you come back home, but she did let you sleep over yesterday, correct? - Yeah.
I pay for the damn place.
- Your wife says you disappeared last night, returned early this morning.
Can you explain where you were? Nowhere.
I was on that couch.
What would she have to gain from lying, Mr.
Chatland? I don't know.
Bitches lie.
(COOPER SIGHING) (COOPER CLEARING HER THROAT) - What's that? - Bank records.
Apparently, at 1:30 this morning, you made a stop at Sunshine Convenience to buy cigarettes.
Now, can you explain to me how you managed to make that purchase from your wife's couch? Alright.
I'm not going down for this.
I wanna talk to somebody.
'Til I do, I got no further comment.
Did someone do that to you? It's a No, I'm I'm just a klutz; I fell down the front steps.
You're sure Matt didn't do it? What about you, Vanessa? Did somebody hurt you? Was it your dad? I don't remember.
Do you know where Matt was last night? Uhh, could you take Cole and Vanessa to the vending machine, please? Thank you.
- (PHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Was Matt with you last night? He's been wanting to get back together.
- I was weak, so - You let him sleep over? We had a couple of beers, so I gave him the couch.
I went to bed early.
I got up to pee, - he was gone.
- Do you know where he went? I didn't ask.
He stumbled in later demanding to use the shower.
I I was pretty sure - he'd been up to no good.
- Do you think it's possible he could have gone back to the camper? We know that he sells drugs to the kids in the park.
Beats me.
His keys were on the table when I woke up this morning.
Right.
Uh, Mrs.
Chatland, if what you're saying is true, then your house is a potential crime scene.
We'll have to search it.
- Why? Didn't do nothing wrong.
- I know, I know.
It's protocol.
Do you have somewhere else that you can stay until we've cleared the space? Can't we go back to get our stuff first? I can get an officer to bring you whatever you want.
I will also need any keys that you have for the property.
You don't have to protect him anymore.
You're safe now.
We've got you.
I just want to do right by my kids.
I know.
And this is the first step.
Thank you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (PHONE RINGING) We're gonna search the Chatland house.
Good.
I want this bastard.
Stevie, hang on.
Wanna sit down for a second.
So you wanna tell me about your field trip to Flowers' place last week? - I should have cleared it with you.
- Yeah, I agree, but you didn't.
And it made it really difficult for me to clarify with the superintendent why you were investigating him without clearance.
(STEVIE SIGHING) 'Cause it seems Flowers - didn't take too kindly to it.
- Oh, yeah.
No, let me - just exp - No.
Just let me finish.
Are you aware that Price already has several citations against him for harassing Flowers? He's on our team.
He's a good cop! Yeah, but he is not you.
And trust me when I say, all this Grey area you're in, this off-book stuff, you will wear it worse than he will.
- Because I'm a woman? - No.
Stevie.
Because of what this case did to your dad.
Why investigate Flowers now? Because Brooke Dodson's disappearance is linked - to my dad's case.
- Are you sure about that? - Have a very good feeling, yes.
- Yeah, feeling is not the same - as evidence.
- What we're trying to find.
Alright.
Until you do, let's just focus on the active cases.
Mm-hmm.
Can I get a full report on that house? - Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.
- (PHONES RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Fiona knows about the stakeout at Flowers; has she talked to you about it yet? No.
But you can add that to an already winning day.
I felt we should get our story straight before she does.
What story, Stevie? We staked out that piece of crap's garbage hole of a story.
You went in, I stayed in the car.
No problem, right? Anything else? I gotta call the Williams family to make sure they got home OK.
- No, that's it.
- (PRICE EXHALING) I heard that the brother took the ID hard.
- Yeah, he did.
- How did you take it? Uh, where do we stand on Matt Chatland? Oh, we have him for another 18 hours.
He's talking to a lawyer now.
Well, let's head over to the house, see what we can find in the meantime.
- Are you sure you're up for it? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Who even uses photo albums anymore? Huh! Cute kids, they look happy.
So did me and my brother.
Doesn't mean it was true.
Oof! They're not loving school.
Cole's failing everything.
- Am I gonna suck as a mom? - What? No more than the rest of us do.
When I took Matt down, I didn't think about being pregnant once.
I just wanted to kick his ass.
Which you did.
Impressively I might add.
Right.
So I could go toe to toe with Rhonda Rousey, - but I'll be a terrible mother.
- Who? (BOTH CHUCKLING) You're just freaking out.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
You'll be fine.
Fine? I still eat Fun Dip.
I slapped Nate this morning.
Across the face.
And I felt sick about it all day.
We all suck at it in one way or another.
It's life.
Guys, we found this buried in the garden.
That could be blood.
I'll call the boss.
Judging by the condition of the shirt, it looks quite weathered.
And the blood stains It couldn't be Deana Williams.
- Why? - They look too old.
- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
OK, let's run this up to Biology, find out exactly how old these stains are and see if they develop a DNA profile for the donor.
Because unless this blood belongs to someone in the Chatland family, we might be looking at a second victim.
The DNA profile came back on the shirt.
It belongs to Maddie Smith, an unsolved case from last year.
16 year old stabbed repeatedly, dumped just like Deana.
- Find anything else on Matt? - It's just more of the same.
Theft, assault, domestic abuse, - drug-related offences.
- But no murder.
Maybe we just never caught him.
He's been in and out of prison since he was 18 years old.
When was Maddie Smith's body found? - The night of February 12th.
- (MOUSE CLICK) He was serving a six-month stint for breach of probation.
He wasn't released until April 6th.
So unless he was in two places at once Matt Chatland didn't do it.
So what about the plaid shirt? Wait.
I need to look at that photo album again.
Look at his shirt.
The kid must have grabbed the keys to the camper off his dad when he was passed out on the couch.
What? - Nothing.
- Don't tell me - you feel bad for him.
- Of course I don't.
I feel sorry for his mom.
She'll be devastated.
She's the one who raised a psycho.
Sometimes, kids just turn out bad.
Look, if you're about to have the whole nature-versus-nurture argument with me, I'll tell you right now, it is always - nurture for me.
- You had a rough upbringing; - you turned out pretty good.
- Thanks to places like this.
I could leave the crazy at home.
I don't see Cole.
Maybe we should try the next park.
No, his sister said this is where he goes.
- Want your board back? - You guys here about Deana? - You knew her? - Kinda.
She hung around here.
Didn't skate though, just crush on the guys.
Was Cole Chatland one of the guys she crushed on? Chatland? No way, he's weird.
She might have tutored him though.
He's over there if you want to ask him.
- Thanks.
- (INDISTINCT RAP SONG PLAYING) Didn't Deana's dad say she quit tutoring? He did.
Maybe Cole didn't take it too well.
Hey, Cole.
Remember us? We need to talk to you about Deana.
(INDISTINCT RAP SONG PLAYING) - (BUZZING AND BEEPING) - (DOOR OPENING) (DOOR CLOSING) Cole.
Before we begin, I need to remind you you've waived your right to an attorney.
Do you understand what that means? Pff! I saw how legal aid helped my dad.
OK.
So let's talk about Deana.
She was your tutor for a while, wasn't she? - You like her? - She was fine.
Fine enough to steal your dad's keys and take her to his camper with you? - But we didn't.
- Yes, you did.
You smoked this joint together, didn't you? No, I don't smoke.
But Deana did.
Toxicology found it in her blood during her autopsy.
She quit being your tutor, why? I didn't need help anymore.
I've seen your test scores, man, I beg to differ.
I'm not stupid.
- Does it bother you when people say stuff like that? Is that why you took her there? You wanted to show her how smart you could be? You know, just because I'm not from a perfect family doesn't mean that I killed someone.
That's true, but the evidence suggests the contrary.
What evidence? - (PHONE RINGING) - When can Cole come home? Uh, he's not coming home, Gwen.
We've arrested him for murder.
We have reason to believe, strong reason, that he was the one that killed Deana Williams, as well as another girl.
No.
Matt did.
You said he was the one that wasn't home that night.
That's right.
He was getting cigarettes.
Cole wasn't home either, was he, Gwen? You wanna talk about your family, Cole? Let's talk about 'em.
Can you tell me who the people in this photo are? It's me, my sister, my mom.
Do you remember when the photo was taken? Christmas, about a year and a half ago.
Happier times, I take it.
We don't do happy times.
- It's pretty much duck and cover.
- Duck and cover from who? Depends on the day.
Sometimes Mom.
Mainly Dad though.
I'm very sorry - you've had to go through that.
- I don't care, so why should you? Can you describe to me what you're wearing in this photo? Stupid paper hats that Mom makes us wear on Christmas Eve.
What else are you wearing? Brown pants, a shirt.
What does the shirt look like? Can you describe it to me? It's blue, plaid.
- Do you still have that shirt? - No, I think I got rid of it.
- It got ruined.
- How? I don't remember.
I think it had oil on it or something.
I want to go now.
Hm, OK, but first, can I show you something else? - What's that? - Do you recognise it? - No.
- Oh, I think you do.
- No, I don't! - Really? Because that shirt looks an awful lot like the one you were wearing in the Christmas photo, no? - No.
- It's not oil, Cole; that's blood.
It's not Deana's though, is it? You cleaned up after her, and fairly well I might add, but you had practice by then.
Not like when you cleaned up after Maddie Smith.
- You were still new at this.
- That's not my shirt! - Yes, it is.
- No, it's not! I know you're not good with words, Cole, but you're gonna have to explain to me why we found this shirt in your back Because she told me she got rid of it! Hall, a word.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) - What? - (AARON WHISPERING) (STEVIE SIGHING) Mrs.
Chatland, I'm gonna need you to stand up and come with me.
Why? What about Cole? I think you're best to worry about yourself right now.
Okay.
Stevie! Ugh, the Chatland's house has been firebombed.
What? Yeah, the victim's brother, Simon Williams, pitched a pipe bomb through the living-room window.
- No.
- Kyle had gone to pick him up, didn't get there in time, and and the daughter, Vanessa, had snuck in to get her iPad.
- Is she alright? - No, she's in the ICU.
Go talk to the mother.
Yeah.
Who gave you the black eye, Gwen? Was it Cole? No.
Cole's not like that.
He's a softie.
You got kids, Detective? Yeah.
I have a son and a daughter.
Just like yourself.
The girls are easy; it's the boys that are hard.
They'll break your heart.
Still, you gotta do what you can to protect them.
Were you protecting Cole? Is that why you hid the clothes the first time? Did you understand that you were hiding evidence of a murder when you buried that shirt in the garden? - That shirt had oil on it.
- No, no, it did not.
It had Maddie Smith's blood on it.
And she'd been all over the news, so I know that you saw her.
You don't really think that Cole did that.
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
And you know what? I think that you do too.
- What's that? - That is Cole's cellphone.
And it was filled with pictures of Deana Williams.
Someone erased them this morning, but our tech - managed to retrieve them.
- So? Doesn't prove I knew nothing.
So why was the phone in your possession when you came in? Did you ever try and do anything about Cole's anger problem? Did you ever try to stop it? Gwen? Gwen? Gwen, look at me.
Deana Williams was somebody's child.
And he's mine.
What was I supposed to do? He's my baby boy.
I told him to count to 10.
I told him, "Don't get so worked up.
" "Worked up"? Deana's ribs were shattered.
Her pelvis was broken in two places.
He pulverised her! It's what his daddy taught him.
Oh! Gwen, stop making excuses.
He stabbed those girls 17 times.
17! Do you know how much anger do you have to have to do that?! I'm sorry for what he did to those girls.
You will be.
Your house was subject to a pipe-bomb attack, your daughter was inside at the time.
- Vee? - Yes.
She has been taken by ambulance - to St.
Victoria's.
- No, you're lying.
The 15 year old responsible for the attack was the brother of the girl that your son murdered.
(GASPING): I wanna see my daughter, please.
She's only alive, Gwen, barely alive, because one of our men got to her in time.
But no one was there for Deana, were they? You let her perish along with any possibility of justice for Maddie Smith the moment that you decided to hide those clothes and help your son cover up what he did.
I was just trying to protect him.
I know, and I understand, but who's gonna protect the rest of us? - (BUZZING AND BEEPING) - (DOOR OPENING) (DOOR CLOSING) They call the game Crime Scene.
Nate pretends he's being murdered.
- It's pretty dark.
- It's not that dark.
It is though.
Why don't you tell us what you think it is, Stevie? He just doesn't get it.
So, Nate is obsessed with these detective stories about this little boy called Mikey who solves these crimes with a pet iguana, and he's got the bug.
I did too at his age.
So Nate wants to be a detective? Aw, he would kill at forensics.
Photographic memory, holding on to all the details, no interest in the living.
What? It was supposed to be a joke.
Jono mentioned that your dad's old case is taking up a lot of your time.
How is that affecting the family? It's stressful.
She comes home late.
She's tense when she is home.
She's not sleeping.
"She" is fine.
And what about the job? Are you finding it hard? The job? No.
The job is easy.
Dead bodies are cut and dry.
You know, you find the right person, ask the right questions? Case closed.
It's autism.
It's Ever since Nate got identified, we have been on a conveyor belt of doctors and specialists, appointments, and half the time, I don't even know what they're saying to me.
Don't even get me started on the acronyms.
It's like, what? ADD? ASD? - Possible OCD? - You're frustrated? I am pissed off! And I am exhausted.
And I could really do with a rest.
Yeah, well, so could I, Stevie, but if I checked out too, then neither of us will be there.
I didn't mean that how it sounded.
- Yeah.
- OK.
Let's try an exercise.
I want you to maintain eye contact (STEVIE GROANING) and think about a time when you were there for each other (STEVIE SIGHING) when you felt supported.
Come on.
Let's just try this.
Come on.
(STEVIE SOBBING) No.
Daddy, no! NOOOO! No! NOOO! NOOO! No! (STEVIE SOBBING) (STONE): Now tell me, Stevie, what do you see?