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 10-year-old Christie Dillon.
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 30th percentile.
Somehow I don't think we're gonna do that good this time.
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 14 miles tomorrow,
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
4:30 to 6:30 Saturday."
"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...