Lady in the Lake (2024) s01e05 Episode Script

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[CLATTERING]
Katz?
Katz, what are you doing here so late?
I'm sorry, Mr. Durst. Shapiro
wanted the rest of these molds
- ready by morning.
- Ah. Okay. Yeah, good.
Uh, so this is this is Miss
Morgenstern, my son's girlfriend.
She's writing a piece about my
business for The Brownie,
their their high school newspaper.
[KATZ] Okay. As long
as I don't need to talk.
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
[MADDIE] That guy, he knew
this wasn't an interview.
[MR. DURST] He suspected
this isn't an interview.
But he won't say a word.
You know why?
[MADDIE] Why?
Because he needs his job.
I know.
I just don't want to lie anymore.
I don't wanna lie to Allan.
We'll tell him when we're ready.
Listen to me, you're gonna
live like a bohemian princess.
I'll have my own studio
and you'll have a room
to write in of your own,
and we'll be free.
Hal
we may have company.
Thanks for meeting me.
Sorry you had to come
all the way out here.
My car wouldn't start.
[CHUCKLES]
[SERVER] What can I get you, sir?
Just coffee, please.
[SERVER] Coffee. Mm-hmm.
So, to what do I owe this tête-à-tête?
[SMACKS LIPS]
Seth hasn't been himself since you left.
I know.
I'm sorry.
He doesn't want to talk about it,
but last night he finally opened up.
Oh.
What did he say?
He said he doesn't
feel safe at your place.
[SIGHS]
I see.
I see.
Doesn't feel safe.
[MILTON] Here.
What's that?
Divorce papers.
- I've been advised to file
- Okay.
under grounds of abandonment.
[SERVER] Here you go, sir.
[MILTON] Thank you.
Will I get alimony?
- What?
- What?
I'm serving you the end of our marriage
and that's [BREATHES DEEPLY]
that's the first thing you say?
- You haven't given me anything until now.
- You have this
new, fancy job at The Star.
You know what they pay me there.
- I don't.
- What, am I supposed to get a lawyer now,
or should I just get
on my knees and beg you?
This was your choice.
This is what you wanted.
Do you remember that?
- You walked out that door
- Wait a minute.
- You met someone, didn't you?
- you walked out on a
- You met someone.
- Yes, I did.
Yes, I did.
How old is she?
- What does that matter, Maddie?
- Come on. Just give me a laugh.
- What is this, Maddie?
- How old is she? How young
She'll be 25 in September.
Well done. [CHUCKLES]
- No, I'm happy for you. I really am.
- Ma Maddie, will you please stop?
- Does she keep kosher?
- What does that
- Of course she does. Of course she
- Of course she does.
- Oh, that's wonderful.
- You're excited, huh?
- Finally.
- Maybe now if we get a divorce,
I can, uh, finally sell my
car without your permission.
- [CHUCKLES]
- I guess you can.
I still need your help, though.
[SIGHS]
[SNIFFS]
[SLURPS]
[SIGHS]
- Did you hear me? I need your help.
- Yes, I heard I heard you.
I heard you. [BREATHES DEEPLY]
I will cover the lawyer costs.
- I will do right by you.
- Thank you very much.
But you need to stop pressuring
our son to stay with you.
- Do you promise me that?
- I'm not pressuring him.
- He's my child, I wanna spend
- His grades are plummeting.
He needs a stable example
in his life right now.
He needs to be with his father.
I'm stable. [CHUCKLES]
[CLEO] I read in your article,
that the last thing little
Tessie asked for was a seahorse.
She went into that store
searching for the marvelous,
but was punished for it.
Just like I was for wanting more.
Just like you will be.
[COWORKER] Hey, Maddie.
You stop by Goska's?
Sure did, Lou.
Oh, you're aces, Maddie.
- [COWORKER 1] What a fox.
- [COWORKER 2] Here we go.
[COWORKER 1] Talk about a scoop.
[READER 1] Dear Miss Helpline,
I wanna report a rat infestation
on the north side of 86th Avenue.
- They're disgusting
- [GASPS]
and the city isn't doing anything
to take care of the problem.
- Everyone in the area
- [MADDIE] Dear Overwhelmed,
I looked into it and alerted
the city as to your situation.
I've been assured that, as soon
as the cold weather is over,
there will be a full investigation
and a safe and effective poisoning.
What's going on?
Mr. Heath says that you called the DPW
about some lights not
working in Druid Hill Park?
Oh. Yeah, we received a letter
Mr. Heath didn't wanna publish,
so I just called them.
Some man passed by, and noticed
that they were out. What happened?
Park workers who went to fix the
lights, they found a dead body there.
A Negro woman.
- Oh, God.
- Hmm.
They wanna talk to me?
Oh, no need for that.
I'll just give them the
letter. They'll move on.
And, uh, what about Mr. Marshall?
No.
I give them the letter
and it's all done.
[MADDIE SIGHS]
Did they figure out who the woman was?
Uh, the body was in really bad shape.
They identified her as Cleo Johnson.
- Cleo Johnson?
- Mmm.
I read about her in The Afro.
She's the one who went missing
the same night that Stephan
Zawadzkie was caught in the park.
Mm-hmm.
Uh
Sorry. I-I must have tossed it.
I, uh, don't have much room.
Really?
Anything you remember?
Just a-a short note from Bill Smith.
Bill Smith? [CHUCKLES]
- Geez. [CHUCKLES]
- What?
Well, that's a fake name.
Might as well be Mickey Mouse.
Listen, if you do find
it, keep it tossed.
Hmm? Marshall doesn't want
anything to do with this.
And, you know, let The
Afro deal with this.
- Hmm?
- Sure.
[PANTING]
Oh.
So is this the office I have
to look forward to? [CHUCKLES]
Think your bagel delivery
will get you a better one?
[CHUCKLES]
- [EXHALES HEAVILY]
- Edna
I was wondering if I could
ask you for some advice.
First mistake.
- What's that?
- Never ask for permission.
- Sorry, I just I don't
- Second mistake.
- What?
- Never apologize.
[SIGHS]
I have an ethical quandary I'd
like to talk to you about right now.
Strike three.
What?
Always read the room.
I'm sitting in the fucking can
to get away from those
yammering cocksuckers
so I can have five minutes
of peace to get my work done.
Do I look like I have the inclination
to share my words of
wisdom with you right now?
[SIGHS]
[MADDIE] Stephan?
[STEPHAN] Maddie.
I was hoping you would come visit.
But I guess you already got your story.
[MADDIE] Is that why
you sent me the letter?
[MADDIE] To get me to
come see you again?
[STAMMERS] What letter?
[MADDIE] Okay.
Let's start over.
Why did you kill that colored woman?
I never even heard of this woman
until they started
asking me about her today.
[MADDIE SIGHS]
[STEPHAN] I was with
you, Maddie, remember?
No one knows that but you.
I get a letter from Bill Smith
in the same park where they caught you
the night that she went missing.
Why did you send me that letter?
[STEPHAN] When I send mail,
it says care of the Baltimore
Department of Correction.
You could have asked someone
on the outside to send it to me.
An accomplice.
Wh-What for? If I had done it,
why would I want them to find her?
[SIGHS] To get me involved again.
[STEPHAN] No.
It ain't me.
But every time someone
turns up dead in that lake,
it does seem to lead to you.
The thing they both have
in common is not me, Maddie.
It's you.
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
The lady in the lake.
Oh.
Few months in the drink
will do that to you.
Did her mother have
to see her like that?
Afraid so.
She ID'd her.
Are there any similarities
to the Durst case?
Not much, other than
them both being floaters.
But she was murdered?
Impossible to say in the state she's in.
No trauma to the skull, no signs
of strangulation or suffocation.
As far as I'm concerned,
she could have gone
for a swim and frozen to death.
In the middle of winter
at the top of a fountain?
[ASSISTANT] Right this
way, Miss Morgenstern.
- [MADDIE] Thank you.
- [ASSISTANT] Yes.
Get me the transcript from Duke's trial.
All right. Well, I'll let you know.
[CHUCKLES] I said I'll let you know.
Hi, Ms. Murphy.
I'm Maddie Morgenstern. I-I
write for The Star.
So Cora said, but I've
never seen your byline on it.
I write the helpline column.
So the world knows me as
Miss Helpline. [CHUCKLES]
How can I help you, Miss Helpline?
Well, you've been covering
the Cleo Johnson story.
I have been. For three months now.
I'd like to know more about her.
What for?
Well, for a story, of course.
When that poor girl was missing,
she didn't even rate a few
words in your metro column.
But now that y'all think some white
killer has something to do with
I actually don't think he
had anything to do with it.
- Who do you think did?
- That's what I'm hoping to find out.
Your paper did quite the piece on him.
[STAMMERS] Exactly.
Actually, I I worked on that.
I just didn't get credit in the byline.
Let me get this straight.
I-I bust my ass following leads,
getting interviews,
putting timelines together
and you want me to
hand it all over to you
so you can finally get your
byline in The Star?
No, thank you, Miss Helpline.
With all due respect, Ms. Murphy,
when The Afro prints a story,
only colored folks pay attention to it.
If The Star runs a story,
everyone has their eyes on it.
If that's all the respect
I'm due, I can do without it.
I, uh, read up on what's
transpiring in your white world.
You wanna look into mine
then, honey, you can do the same.
I live in the Bottom, Ms. Murphy.
[STAMMERS] I prefer to
think of it as our world.
Well, thank you for your time.
[PATRICE] Someone show
Miss Helpline the door.
There you go. Mm-hmm.
Nobody knows ♪
All the trouble I've seen ♪
[MADDIE] So sorry. Excuse me.
Nobody knows ♪
[MADDIE] Excuse me. I'm so sorry.
All the problems ♪
Glory, glory ♪
Glory Hallelujah ♪
Glory ♪
Officer.
Ma'am.
Not exactly how I pictured us
spending time together in public.
So you knew her?
Not very well, ma'am.
It's a tragedy for the entire community.
We won't rest until we
find the party responsible.
Excuse me.
- Glory ♪
- Glory ♪
Glory ♪
Glory Hallelujah ♪
Glory ♪
- Glory ♪
- Glory ♪
Glory ♪
Glory Hallelujah ♪
This is a mean world ♪
To try to live in ♪
But you've got to stay ahead ♪
Of heavy times ♪
- Glory, glory ♪
- That's all you gotta say is glory ♪
Glory ♪
Glory Hallelujah ♪
Friends walk away from you ♪
Glory ♪
- Just look away and say glory ♪
- Glory ♪
Thank the Lord for
another day, glory ♪
Glory Hallelujah ♪
I tried to tell the white man ♪
Nobody, nobody, nobody ♪
But he could not understand ♪
Nobody, nobody, nobody ♪
I tried to tell the Black man ♪
Nobody, nobody, nobody ♪
But he refused to take my hand ♪
[VOCALIZING]
- Hallelujah!
- [CHURCHGOERS] Hallelujah!
[PROPHET] Hallelujah!
[CHURCHGOERS] Hallelujah!
The Lord is love!
And to love someone
is to know them.
So let us welcome to the
pulpit, Merva Sherwood.
Eunetta was my only daughter.
But when her father left,
she started thinking that she
[CHUCKLES] was
the mama of the house.
- [CHURCHGOERS CHUCKLE]
- Yeah.
Eunetta always wanted
to sing with her father,
and her friend Dora.
She was a good girl.
[SLAPPY] Keep going.
Tell them!
Slappy, why don't you get on
up outta here, you heathen.
Tell the Lord why you won't
let me sit next to my children
at my own wife's funeral.
[MERVA] Oh, good Lord, protect
me from this man! [CRIES]
Protect you from me?
You shook hands with everybody
that put her in that casket.
And you're scared of me?
She was with you that night.
If she would've stayed with
me, she'd still be alive.
She left for y'all 'cause she
thought you was gonna help her.
But you didn't.
That's why she in that dirt.
Ain't that right, Mrs. Summer?
You ain't give her that job because
you thought it'd make you look bad
'cause she worked for Shell.
And he knew that. Ain't
that right, kingpin?
[CHURCHGOERS MURMURING]
Not right now, Slappy.
He tried to play her, man.
I know you hurting, but I'ma
need you to go and sit down.
What, I can't talk
directly to him no more?
[CHURCHGOERS MURMUR]
You know a nigga coming up in the world
when he got his own house nigga.
[GRUNTS]
- Be a good boy and
- [FERDIE] All right, all right. Come on.
Oh, you want some of this too, pigga?
- Come on, Mr. Johnson, let's let's
- Oh, now it's Mr. Johnson?
My name didn't mean shit for
you when my wife was wearing it.
We don't gotta do this here now.
Come on. Let's step outside. Come on.
Oh, you know my wife was fine
when this tall, dark brother here
would be at the bar every
night taking sips with
- Daddy!
- He don't even drink like that.
Come on.
[MERVA CRYING]
[MADDIE] Mr. Johnson.
Mr. Johnson.
- I ain't talking to you, lady.
- I'm Maddie Morgenstern.
I'm a reporter for The Star.
- I don't think that you killed your wife.
- Oh, yeah?
And I don't think that Stephan Zawadzkie
had anything to do with it either.
- What you know about him?
- I wrote the big story on him.
And I can help you tell your story too.
Listen, there's a woman in
there, does hair, name of Lucille.
Cleo used to keep Mr. Gordon's
books. Did you know that?
What does that have to do with Lucille?
My son made runs for a bookie
that takes Lucille's bets.
Christmas Eve, her number came in.
My God, I think I was there.
Cleo was gone that night.
You see where I'm going?
Cleo split a bet with Lucille?
That wasn't no bet. She knew
them numbers were coming in.
Cleo never made the bets
'cause she lost her daddy to it.
Score on a number you shouldn't know,
you end up face down in the lake.
You understand what I'm saying?
I do. I do, Mr. Johnson.
Mr. Johnson
if you are willing to stand behind
your words, I think I can help you.
Help me?
You don't know whose floor you're
dancing on, do you, Ms. Reporter?
[LAUGHS] You better learn fast.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- Ms. Morgenstern
- Hi.
what are you doing here?
We don't open till next week.
I just saw you at poor
Cleo's funeral and I
I was in the neighborhood.
So I thought I'd come see your new shop.
Wow.
This new place is lovely.
It must have cost a pretty penny.
Like I said, it ain't done yet.
But I'll let you know
as soon as we open.
What are you looking to do?
I was thinking, actually, of
going a little bit more curly.
[LUCILLE] Mm-hmm.
What were you doing at the
funeral, Ms. Morgenstern?
[MADDIE] Uh, this young lady
[LUCILLE] You doing some kind
of exposé about Ms. Johnson?
No, no, I I'm just
interested in her story.
Was she a friend of yours?
No, no.
I mean, she sat in my chair
once or twice, like you,
but that's about the size of it.
Come back next week.
I'll give you a discount.
- I guess I'll see you next week.
- Okay. Bye-bye.
[READER 2] Dear Miss Helpline,
It's impossible to get
on a train or trolley
without having vulgar graffiti
[MADDIE] Dear Offended,
As parents in Baltimore,
we are all concerned about the
profusion of graffiti and vandalism
overtaking some areas of our city.
[READER 3] Dear Miss Helpline,
I'm tired of having to wear
clothes when the weather is warm.
Every time I strip
down to my skivvies
[MADDIE] Dear Nudist
Sweet Maddie, I know what
the fucking Pharaoh is.
Well, Cleo Johnson was a barmaid there.
She also kept books
for Mr. Shell Gordon,
who has been running
the biggest numbers game
- in Baltimore for the past 20 years.
- Look, I also know
- what the goddamn Nigger Pool is, Ma
- Oh, don't use that word with me.
What? Pool?
I believe that she was involved
- You believe? O
- in a bad bet that got her killed.
Okay. Who's your source?
Who is your source?
Cleo Johnson's husband.
[CHUCKLES] For fuck's sake.
You take that to Marshall
and he'll send your little
ass to The Afro, Maddie.
And that's why I'm coming to you.
- [BREATHES SHARPLY]
- Mm-mmm.
I believe this woman was murdered
and we should be covering this.
Even if she's Black.
Look Please.
- You You're [STAMMERS]
- What?
scraping the bottom of
the barrel here, Maddie.
You You got nothing.
Bullshit.
You're a coward, Bob.
And you're already on
thin ice, Mrs. Schwartz.
Now you go back to your desk and you
back off this piece of shit story,
or you're gonna wind up in
the trash right along with it.
[BUZZES]
Hello. I'd like to speak
to Mr. Gordon, please.
- [MADDIE] Hello.
- Sorry, ladies.
Members only.
I'm a reporter for The
Baltimore Star. I-I saw you.
I saw you yesterday at
Cleo Johnson's funeral.
I'd like to speak to Mr.
Gordon about Mrs. Johnson.
- Can't help you with that, ma'am.
- No, excuse me.
Excuse me.
Let me get this straight.
Baltimore's preeminent newspaper
wants to do a profile
of a murdered Negro woman
who was an employee at this club,
and the owner refuses to speak to me?
You're giving me no choice but to print
the accusations made against Mr.
Gordon by Mrs. Johnson's husband.
Wait here.
[MADDIE] Thank you so much.
I'm sorry, I-I don't
believe I got your name.
Reggie.
[MADDIE] Reggie. What
happened to your leg?
It was a training accident.
I'm a I'm a boxer.
[MADDIE] I would think that
boxing would get you a bruised eye.
Jumping rope.
[MADDIE] Come in a few minutes and say
they're expecting us in the newsroom.
- You're sure?
- Yes.
Hello. Thank you.
Hello.
So to whom do I owe this pleasure?
I'm Madeline Morgenstern.
You can call me Maddie.
Oh, well, in that case,
you can call me Shell.
So you're doing a story on Cleo?
I am.
Some beautiful tropical fish you have.
[SHELL] Reggie is a fish expert.
What can I do for you?
- Can we get you something?
- No, thank you.
You sure? Yeah, so it seemed to
me like you could use a drink.
Uh, I'll have a scotch. Thank you.
How well did you know Cleo?
[SHELL] I've known her
since she was a kid.
She kept your books.
[SHELL] Sure.
And how aware was she of your
how should I put it
your side business?
Or is it your main business?
And what business is that?
Do I need to say it?
[SHELL] Well
- Thank you.
- I prefer straight talk over innuendo.
You've been running
the biggest numbers game
in colored Baltimore for over 20 years.
I've been investing in Black
Baltimore, Ms. Morgenstern.
If it didn't serve Black power,
the numbers game would be
legal on every street corner.
I guarantee that'll happen if your
white government takes it over.
Hey, boss. I'ma go downstairs
[SHELL] No.
You stay here.
Relax that bum leg of yours.
Where you going? The
Baltimore Star is here.
They're taking an interest
in the Nigger Pool.
My interest lies in Cleo Johnson
and the money I believe she came into,
courtesy of the aforementioned pool.
What money is that?
[MADDIE] Well, you tell me.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Do you know what she's talking about?
I do not know what she's talking about.
[DOOR OPENS]
[CHUCKLES] I'm sorry.
Ms. Morgenstern, they're
expecting us over at
- [CLEARS THROAT] the office.
- I'll be out in a minute.
- And this is
- This is my assistant, Ms. Weinstein.
We are on a very tight deadline
for this Cleo Johnson story
and I would love to get your
official response in print.
Thank you so much, Ms. Weinstein.
What about Dora Carter?
- I understand she worked for you as well?
- She's in Paris.
She left for bigger and better things.
Much to the, uh, disappointment and
heartache of our young Reggie here.
[MADDIE] You and Miss
Carter were in love?
I [STAMMERS]
I'd like to think so.
Just out of curiosity, where
where were you Thanksgiving?
You celebrate that?
Yes, most of our people do.
It's an American holiday.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, must be nice fitting in, huh?
Helps, doesn't it?
I respect the Jewish people. I do.
You have endured a genocide.
You have overcome racism.
But in this country, in
this city, white makes right.
And as far as I'm concerned,
that's all you are.
Well, you can join a long line of people
who want to tell us who we are.
The same way you came here to
tell me who I am, Ms. Morgenstern.
Everything I do is at the
service of Black power.
Black financial power.
If a few pennies
allow the burdened to keep
their eyes raised with hope,
and every so often the hope pays off,
I'm here for that.
And what about Cleo Johnson's hope?
How'd that pay off for her?
[CHUCKLES] Cleo worked all around town.
Will you be subjecting
her Jewish employers
to your slanderous inquiries
or just the Black ones?
[READER 4] Dear Miss Helpline,
The electrical power on 39th and Davis
seems to have a mind of its own
[MADDIE] Dear Powerless,
The Star's already
Cleo worked at Hecht's,
where she modeled in their windows.
[READER 5] a Negro
family just moved in
[SHELL] Many men could
have seen her there
and developed some kind of
obsession that got her killed.
[MADDIE] Dear Concerned
Mother, I believe
[SHELL] But Hecht's belong
to your people, right?
[MADDIE] Dear Dog Lover
[SHELL] So I'm sure you
neglected to pay them a visit.
- Hello.
- Good to see you, Mrs. Schwartz.
I'm afraid we're closing.
Um, is there anything I can
I'm actually here to ask
about, uh, Cleo Johnson.
- She was a model in your window?
- Oh.
Of course I remember Cleo.
- Such terrible news.
- Yes.
She was a beautiful girl.
In fact, you should remember her too.
Me?
You left with the dress she
was modeling last Thanksgiving.
Took it right off her back,
in a manner of speaking.
[STAMMERS] And it looked better
on you, of course. [CHUCKLES]
[GASPS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[CLEO] Dear Miss Helpline,
Some help you are.
[MR. DURST] Maddie, let
me help you with that.
I can do it myself.
[CLEO] Searching for clues with
that dress hanging in your closet.
[MR. DURST] Come on, Maddie.
Do you think I wanna do this?
There's nothing I want
more than a child with you.
- But not now.
- [WHIMPERING]
Now we need to make sure
you become a writer.
[CLEO] You're nothing but a little
girl trying to forget her past.
[SCREAMS]
[SLAPPY] You don't know whose
floor you're dancing on, do you
[PATRICE] So you can finally
get your byline in The Star?
[SHELL] slanderous inquiries
or just the Black ones?
[STEPHAN] But every time someone
turns up dead in that lake,
it does seem to lead to you.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
What are you doing here?
[SCOFFS]
[FERDIE] What are you doing here?
What's going on?
I saw her the day that
Tessie Durst went missing.
- Saw who?
- Cleo.
Cleo Johnson.
I bought this dress off her body
and then I found Tessie.
And then I met you.
And Stephan talked to me.
And then when Cleo went missing,
it was the same night
that Stephan escaped.
So they think he did it.
But I'm following everything, and
every time it comes back to me.
Maddie.
- Maddie, you need to stop, okay?
- It always comes back to me.
You knew her too.
Cleo Johnson's husband
said that you liked her.
Did you like her?
Maddie, that was before you and I.
Come on, just Come and sit down.
You sent me to Lucille.
- Maddie, come on. Let's sit down.
- Cleo's husband
- said that Cleo gave her
- Let's sit.
the winning numbers and
that's why she was murdered.
That was just his story,
okay? That's just a story.
You don't think Shell Gordon had
anything to do with it, do you?
Don't Don't Don't
interrogate me, Maddie.
- I'm just here to help you.
- Cleo
Wanna help you out.
- You have a lot going on right now.
- Cleo worked for Shell at the Pharaoh
and she she she
she she kept his books.
Maddie Hey, Maddie.
Half the colored folks in
Baltimore work for Shell Gordon.
- This isn't gonna lead you anywhere.
- Do you?
Maddie, I didn't come here for a fight.
I know what you came here for.
- Don't do that.
- [CHUCKLES]
Don't tell me how to do my job.
This isn't your job, okay?
Your job is not playing detective, baby.
Oh, because Ferdie Platt's on the case?
First Black homicide
detective in Baltimore.
- Well, mazel tov.
- Why are you
You don't care about Cleo Johnson
any more than the whitest cop in town.
- And you care about her, Maddie?
- Yes.
The only thing Listen to me.
The only thing that
you are worried about
is clearing the name of your pen pal.
- He didn't kill her.
- Right? Be honest.
And I suppose you know
that because he told you?
- Yes, I believe him.
- Yes, of course you believe him, Maddie.
- And you also believed his mother.
- There's no other suspects.
And maybe
maybe you forgot to report that
you know Reggie, who's a boxer,
who happens to have a
tropical fish collection.
I don't know what you're
talking about. [SCOFFS]
Okay? I really don't, but this
this is not your high
school newspaper, Maddie.
People's lives are at stake.
This is not just about Maddie.
I wanna be alone.
Is that how you ask someone to leave?
I wanna be alone.
You're always alone, Maddie.
Good morning, Mrs. Zawadzkie.
I'm Maddie Morgens
I know who you are, Ms. Morgenstern.
Uh, may I have a moment of your time?
Our shop's been closed, so
time is all I have these days.
[MADDIE] Thank you.
[MRS. ZAWADZKIE] Can I
get you anything to drink?
Coffee, if you have it?
[MRS. ZAWADZKIE] How do you take it?
Um Uh, milk, cream
[MRS. ZAWADZKIE] Which one?
- [MADDIE] Uh, milk, if that's fine.
- Make yourself at home, please.
[MADDIE] Thank you.
Have you heard any news from my son?
No. Have you?
[SPEAKING POLISH]
He doesn't say much lately.
I think he likes talking to you more.
I think he's probably afraid.
They're delivering his
verdict soon, Mrs. Zawadzkie.
Kasia.
Kasia. That's a nice name.
- Katarzyna is nicer.
- Thank you.
But not when people here say
it with their American accents.
[MADDIE] You're You're Polish?
Born and raised.
Huh. My mother is also from Poland.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yes.
- Where from?
- Uh, Warsaw.
Thank you.
This is from Bauhof's.
Mmm.
I only buy from there.
Mmm.
Uh, w-where where are you from? In
Treblinka.
Oh.
It's a beautiful village.
Farms. Green forest.
All year round.
- Good people.
- Yes.
Everyone likes to say we hated the Jews,
but the truth is, none
of us ever even seen one
until the Germans built
their death camps there.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Now you can't even
speak its name, you know.
[CRIES]
I met an American soldier
at the end of the war.
I was a pretty girl,
if you can believe that.
You're still pretty, Kasia.
Oh.
[INHALES SHARPLY]
I can see why my son likes you.
I didn't love this soldier, you know.
I just wanted to get as far
away from there as I could.
Get a fresh start.
[SPEAKING POLISH]
Man plans, God laughs.
- [CHUCKLES]
- I never heard that before.
I love my son.
- Of course.
- But his
his head isn't
[INHALES DEEPLY]
They won't let him enter an
insanity plea, you know that?
It's probably because they believe
that he also killed Cleo Johnson.
Yes. Soon they'll say he was the
one who shot President Kennedy.
Kasia
I think I might know
who that Black man in the fish
store was with him that day.
If you talk to me, I can write a
big story that will help Stephan.
What does it matter anymore?
The Black man with the bruised
eye that you were talking about.
The Remember?
You do You don't wanna help find him?
If they could find him, that would
give Stephan significant leverage.
Tak, I heard that.
I gave his description to the police,
to the DA, to anyone who asked.
What do you want from me?
I'm a mother.
I have a son just like yours,
an only son.
He's almost the same age.
I wanna help Stephan as best I can.
If you really wanna help,
maybe it's better he
stays inside a little.
Stay out of trouble, huh?
Do you know where your son
went that day he escaped?
- To see me.
- No.
To see me.
You're lying.
He broke into my apartment,
waited for me there.
I never heard of this.
- Well, I never told anyone.
- Stephan would have told me.
Boys don't tell their
mothers everything.
If he told you something, you
would have gone to the police
and they would have
been here long time ago.
Well, he didn't tell me anything then.
After they found Cleo
Johnson's body, I called him.
You were right.
He loves talking to me.
You're full of shit.
He didn't tell nothing
to you [SNIFFLES] or nobody else.
You're here alone on your own
[SNIFFLES] trying
to get a story out of me.
You think I'm some
stupid Polish peasant.
- I don't think you're stupid, Kasia.
- Jewish bitch.
- [GRUNTS]
- [GASPS]
- [BREATHING HEAVILY]
- [GRUNTING]
- [GROANING, BREATHING HEAVILY]
- [GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMS, GROANS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
- [GRUNTING]
- [BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
Fuck you, Jewish whore!
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS, CRIES]
- [BREATHING HEAVILY]
- [GRUNTING]
[SNIFFLES]
[SNIFFLES, CRIES]
[MRS. ZAWADZKIE] I will
not rot in jail for you.
You would have done
the same for your son.
You want me to die in jail?
Is that what you want?
Would that make you happy?
[SPEAKING POLISH]
Oh. Oh, God.
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
[GROANING]
[SUCKS TEETH]
[GROANING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANING]
[GROANING]
[GROANING]
[GROANING]
[GROANS]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY, GRUNTING]
[GASPS, YELPS]
[YELPS]
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
[GROANING]
[STRAINING]
[OPERATOR] Operator. Hello?
- [BREATHING SHAKILY]
- Is there anyone there?
Is there anyone on the line?
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[OPERATOR] Hello?