"♪" "You missed again." "Will you stop?" "I don't understand." "I'm just trying to help." "If I wanted your help," "I'd ask for it." "All right." "♪ You're low and left" "♪ You need" "♪ To rotate your grip... ♪ Travis?" "What?" "It's a song." "If you gave me a tip, I'd listen." "No, you wouldn't." "Come on, man, your aim is a little off this morning." "All right, sorry." "I just tried to help." "♪" "What, you're, uh, not speaking to me anymore?" "N-O." "No." "Man, that's not how you spell "thank you."" "♪" "Uh, I-I can't..." "I can't draw." "It's all right, Clyde, you're not being judged on how well you draw." "No, you're being judged on what you draw." "Done." "Done." "Jinx." "Jinx." "Is it that a beaver in your tree?" "Now, why would I have a beaver in my tree?" "All right, looks like we're all... sort of done." "Let's hold up our drawings." "You gonna tell us why we're drawing trees now?" "Yes, I am." "The tree is a universal metaphor for the self, for the ego." "So you can think of your trees as representations of you." "Hmm, definitely a beaver." "We both did hearts." "What does that mean?" "It means he's gonna take you roller-skating and ask you to go steady." "Wow!" "Travis, I've never seen such a perfect tree." "Uh, except for maybe the one I saw in my Kinetic" "Tree Drawing textbook as the example for a well-rounded person." "Busted." "Yeah, um... the social workers would give me this test every time I got a new foster family." "Sorry." "Travis, how dare you make a mockery of this exercise." "Where's your tree, Wes?" "Now, that is a perfect representation of Wes-- blank and white." "Wrong." "My tree is imaginary." "It's a thousand feet tall." "And there's a unicorn underneath it." "I can see it." "No, you can't." "It's invisible." "Why do you think you chose a unicorn?" "I didn't choose anything." "But you said it." "Words are powerful." "Really?" "Time's up." "Let's resume this next week." "Thank you." "Have a good week." "Guys, I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" "No." "What?" "Why?" "Well, whenever a couple joins group for the first time, I always spend a day observing them at home." "Your home is your work, so..." "That's..." "Yeah, don't worry." "I already cleared it with Captain Sutton." "I'll see you tomorrow." "See you tomorrow." "♪" "You're early." "I'm always early." "Looks like a suicide." "I'll call right back." "You wearing enough cologne today?" "I always wear cologne." "It usually doesn't make my eyes water." "It's like you took a bath in formaldehyde." "Hey, boys, I got a jumper at the Airloft Hotel." "Get on it." "The Airloft?" "A lady took a swan dive off the 15th floor." "Scrape job?" "Captain, why don't you give this to Kate and Amy?" "Somebody wearing cologne?" "Yeah." "Don't light a match." "Travis is trying to impress Dr. Ryan." "Dr. Ryan, that's right-- today's observation day." "Captain, about that, is this a good idea?" "You know?" "She's gonna get in the way of our work." "Dr. Ryan won't get in the way." "You guys get in the way of each other's work, huh?" "That's the problem." "Look, this is gonna be great." "When Dr. Ryan came and visited me and the missus at our house," "I mean, it was a real eye-opener." "Hmm?" "She showed me how I was misinterpreting Helen's cues." "That night, we had sex for the first time in five years." "I'm not just talking missionary, either." "Some pretty freaky stuff." "You know, you should have Dr. Ryan help you overcome this shyness, Captain." "Good morning." "Hey!" "There she is!" "Hi." "Ah, nice to see you!" "Thank you." "How's Helen?" "Ah, never better." "You know, those neo-tantric DVDs..." "Okay, Okay." "we have a big day ahead of us." "What?" "Hey, I'm just..." "Hey, folks, I'm just sharing." "Common Law 1x02 Ride-Along Original Air Date on May 18, 2012" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "Sure you want to do this?" "Scrape jobs are pretty messy." "What's a scrape job?" "Suicide." "It's a jumper." "It's what we call it." "It's what you call it." "I find it to be an insensitive term." "You just called it that." "I would never." "So, we're taking a squad car?" "Yes." "Because my car's still in the shop." "Oh." "Okay, so I should drive." "Oh, that's a good idea-- but I have the key, so..." "You see what I have to deal with?" "It's really best if you just go about your business and pretend I'm not here." "Dr. Ryan, you're probably wondering why we're going to a suicide when we are..." "Robbery Homicide." "She just said to ignore her." "Because most suicides aren't what they seem." "He doesn't listen." "See?" "It's really natural for couples to look to me to referee, but it's honestly not why I'm here." "Oh, excuse me." "I'm so sorry." "No problem." "Just pretend like we're not even here." "Hi, honey." "Chargers game?" "I thought we were having dinner." "No." "No, no, it's fine." "If it's important to you, it's important to me." "I'll see you after the game." "Okay." "Love you..." "Sorry." "So, uh, your boyfriend's a Chargers fan, huh?" "What Travis is wondering is, how serious is your relationship?" "This really isn't about me, but I'm sensing it might become a distraction, so, uh..." "I'll tell you." "Yes, I have a boyfriend." "Told you." "Yes, it's serious." "We live together." "Now Travis is wondering... serious serious or... not so serious serious?" "Victim's name was" "Justine Winfield." "She's married, lives here in town." "Checked in alone last night for a one-night stay." "This is Wes's therapist." "This is Dr. Ryan." "Oh, yeah, I heard about you." " Well, you must be good." " Yeah." "Frank, she is." "You know what?" "You should tell her about your problem." "Dr. Ryan, Frank here was involved in a shooting last year, and he's been having trouble sleeping ever since, right?" "I'm all right." "Uh... police shrink's got me taking some sleeping pills." "Pills." "Did you talk to the doctor about what happened?" "No." "I don't like to think about it." "But you do think about it, right?" "Except when I'm sleeping." "How much do you sleep?" "You know what?" "I'm gonna let you guys talk about this." "I'll be right back." "Aw, you ditched her." "Well, we can't do our jobs with her watching us, judging us, writing it down." "And stop flirting with her." "she has a boyfriend." "Yeah, but there's trouble in paradise." "See how fast she hung up after "I love you"?" "Boyfriend left her hanging." "You know what, you're right." "You should break 'em up." "Date her for two weeks, dump her, and then everyone'll be awkward." "Relax, I'm not gonna hit on her;" "I'm just curious." "Couple of kids found the body, but nobody saw or heard anything." "There was no note." "But every indication is it was a suicide." "Okay." "She looks pretty good for someone who just fell ten stories." "Water jumpers are like egg rolls-- smooth on the outside, chop suey on the inside." "You know, I wish Dr. Ryan were here to hear these sensitive analogies of yours." "What?" "I mean, her internal organs exploded." "Yeah, I get it." "All right, send the body to the morgue." "See if we can get an official cause of death." "Okay?" "All right." "Wes?" "Yeah, what?" "Let's get out of here so we can get this over with." "You want to get out of here?" "You're the one who turns a crime scene into an all-nighter." "Well, this one should be easy." "It looks like a suicide, okay?" "Nothing is easy with you." "Mr. Mitchell!" "Ah, hello..." "Vivienne." "Where's Mrs. Mitchell?" "I don't recall seeing your reservation." "Oh, no, no, I'm not staying as a guest today." "I'm just, uh, I'm investigating a suicide." "This is Travis." "Detective." "Detective" "Travis Marks." "Nice to meet you." "Did Wes and Alex used to stay here?" "Did..." "Mr. Mitchell never tell you the story?" "Mm-mm." "There's no story, Vivienne." "There's not." "He's shy." "Do tell." "It's the most romantic story." "The Mitchell honeymoon flight was delayed, so they ended up checking in here for the night." "That's a good story." "It was good." "It was fun." "Is that right?" "Yeah, and they've come back every year ever since." "Or at least they used to." "Where have you guys been?" "Uh, they broke up." "Oh, I had no idea." "Nope, that's okay." "How could you know?" "I'm so sorry." "Don't be." "Don't be." "It's mostly his fault." "Wonderful." "Looks like I didn't miss a thing." "Wes and Alex used to stay in this room?" "No, the Mitchells always booked the penthouse." "Don't worry." "The penthouse is nicer than this." "That's a lot of suitcases for a one-night stay." "Yeah, nice champagne." "Mrs. Winfield was expecting someone." "All right, this one's empty." "Well, Travis, some people actually unpack their things, you know." "Settle in." "Nobody does that." "Except maybe you." "Wes!" "Can't picture you ever staying here, man." "Floor is linoleum." "I mean, it just seems a little too down and dirty for your taste, you know?" "I mean, I can see, you know, maybe getting stuck here for one night." "But to come here again and again every year for your anniversary-- you're more of a romantic than I ever realized, you know?" "So was Mrs. Winfield." "Drew a bath... lit candles... and cracked open the scented body oils." "Getting ready for a rendezvous, not kill herself." "Think I found what was in the suitcase." "Are you listening to me?" "Wes?" "Look what I found." "Bloody earring with some hair on it." "You could've just taken the elevator." "I don't think this was a suicide." "I just said that." "Would you come up here and see what I found." "There must be a couple hundred thousand dollars here." "Well, whoever killed Justine didn't know." "Otherwise, they would've ransacked this entire room looking for it." "Yeah." "This was a crime of passion." "We don't know that yet." "Let's go talk to Mr. Winfield." "I'm not saying it is, but statistically, you know it's the spouse 99% of the time." "Everyone is innocent until proven guilty;" "you know that, right, Travis?" "That's-that's the cornerstone of our justice system." "See, that is your problem right there." "You're still thinking like a lawyer." "You've been a cop for a while now;" "start thinking like one." "Everyone is guilty until proven innocent." "Wow." "Oh, that is, that's-that's paranoid thinking." "Isn't it, Doctor?" "Kind of thinking that'll save your life." "Right, Doc?" "Guys." "Yeah, right, pretend you're not here." "Right, I got that." "So you're just gonna leave her locked up in the car?" "I cracked a window." "Safe." "Guy's wife just died;" "he doesn't need an audience." "Frankly, neither do I." "Trying to do a job here." "I don't have any problem doing my job." "You can't stop talking to her." "Hate this part." "Mr. Winfield?" "Yes?" "We're Detectives Mitchell and Marks with the LAPD." "Is your wife Justine Winfield?" "Yes." "I'm sorry to tell you this, sir, but your wife is..." "She's..." "She's dead." "Justine?" "Yes?" "Detectives, I'd like you to meet my wife, Justine Winfield." "What's this about?" "We really appreciate you both coming down here." "I-I still can't believe." "That's my name and my address, but that's not me." "Do either of you recognize the woman in the photo?" "Never seen her before." "How did she get a driver's license with my information on it?" "Identity theft." "I see it happen all the time." "I'm an accountant." "Well, have you noticed any unauthorized activity on your accounts or credit card?" "No." "I keep a close watch, and I have fraud alerts on everything." "I can tell you right now exactly how much I have in my wallet right down to the dollar without even looking." "Justine's wallet, too." "It's true." "He's anal that way." "He doesn't even like it when I let different denominations touch." "What can I say?" "It's what makes me a good accountant." "If you guys ever want to hear why your police pension has such a low return, give me a call." "I don't like that guy." "You sure you don't like him because he's organized?" "You're just defending him because he's anal like you." "It's like finding your long-lost brother." "All right, can we just focus on our Jane Doe here, please?" "Because there's no reason an identity thief will be carrying around hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash." "Doesn't make any sense." "She's something else." "Maybe she's a mule." "Okay, that's Jonelle." "She finished her autopsy on our Jane Doe." "Uh, Jonelle is our medical examiner." "She's also Travis's ex." "You know what, you should just stipulate that second part for every woman he's ever met." "Listen, Dr. Ryan, let me, let me just warn you." "This Jonelle-- you know, she's, like, a real butcher." "She likes to get in there and dissect everything, and it just-- it makes me uncomfortable from time to time." "So don't feel like you have to come to the coroner's office with us, okay?" "Oh, don't you worry about me." "I went to medical school." "I've seen my share of cadavers." "Do you know, in order to get a person's brain out, you have to take their entire face off?" "Hey, Jonelle." "Wes." "Come on in." "Oh." "Joy." "You're here." "Jonelle, this is Dr. Emma Ryan." "Hi." "Nice to meet you." "Oh, and you remember Travis here." "I notice he's wearing his courting' cologne." "You went to Fairchild?" "I spent a year working there in the Depression Research Unit in the psych ward." "Oh, so you're their psychiatrist." "Yes." "She's observing us for the day." "You're supposed to pretend she isn't here." "Oh." "Just like going to the zoo." "Well..." "Did, uh... did Travis tell you about me?" "No." "You know what?" "I had to bring that up." "Oh." "Well, for the record, I'm over him." "I'm in a very adult relationship right now." "Good." "You seem happy." "You seem really happy." "Doesn't she seem happy, Travis?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I'm happy, too." "Can we get to the autopsy, please?" "Sure." "Well, you guys were right." "This is definitely not a suicide." "Your Jane Doe fought for her life before she fell from the balcony, and someone tore the earring from her left lobe." "Yeah, we recovered the matching earring at the scene." "Also, she bit her attacker." "The blood on her teeth does not match her own." "If she drew blood, there'll be a nice bite mark on our killer somewhere." "Good for her." "What's this?" "Uh, it's probably nothing, just a flu shot." "Yeah, whatever it was, it didn't kill her." "She had no drugs in her system." "Any idea how to find out what kind of shot she got?" "Sure." "I'll run a focused tox screen." "In the meantime, let's run her prints." "I.D. thief is bound to have a rap sheet..." "Did you just hit me, for real?" "There you go, Wes." "Yeah, thanks." "Thank you, Jonelle." "Very adult." "Bingo." "We got a match." "Whoa." "Where's my coffee?" "Where's your coffee?" "I'll..." "Making a fresh pot for you." "Partner, what we got?" "Well, partner, we got the victim's original name." "It is Olivia Fisher." "She was arrested, but not for fraud." "Assault and battery?" "Yeah, her husband," "Kenneth Fisher-- he's the one that filed the complaint." "Yeah, but she filed a counter- complaint." "Click on that." "Ooh, Kenny." "Self-defense." "She says he hit her first." "What a nice couple." "Yeah, sweet." "Wonder what they got each other for Valentine's Day." "Looks like they got each other restraining orders." "Yep." "Okay, we're not gonna jump to conclusions here." "We're gonna talk to him first." "There's a flaw in your logic." "You're gonna be wrong eventually." "Someone you assume is innocent is going to be guilty, and someone I assume is guilty is going to be guilty." "So that's why my way's better." "You need to rethink that." "Dr. Ryan, you ready to roll?" "That's the Fisher house." "That's a lot of smoke for a barbecue." "Get in the car." "Stay there." "Keep your head down." "Down!" "Freeze!" "Drop it!" "Put it down!" "Put the gun down!" "Not gonna ask you again." "Shoot me." "I don't care." "Just want to talk to you about your wife, Kenny." "She left me!" "You gonna kill me or what?" "Look, no one's gonna shoot anyone, okay?" "Just put the gun down." "We can talk." "Fine, then." "I'll kill myself." "You know what?" "Go ahead." "You're nothing but a wife-beater." "And you killed Olivia, so I'm going home." "Travis, not now." "Olivia's dead?" "All right." "Now, you're gonna answer some questions." "Travis, he's been drinking." "Mr. Fisher, do you want a lawyer?" "Actually, I could use a beer." "See?" "He waived his right to be sober." "Now, Kenny, my man, just admit it:" "You met Olivia at the hotel, you got in a fight, and you killed her." "I didn't kill her." "I swear." "I haven't seen her since Monday." "She left me for some rich guy." "Right." "Who?" "I don't know." "She said, uh, I'd never see her again." "It's all here in this" "John Dear letter she wrote me." "I'm just gonna take a shot here." "Maybe you burned it." "Oh, right." "Started the fire with it." "Let's get Mr. Fisher sobered up and a lawyer in here, so we can check for bite marks." "Bite marks?" "Yeah, your wife bit you before you threw her over the railing." "Well, Liv was a biter... but she didn't bite me." "I'll show you." "No." "Mr. Fisher, you really don't need to do that..." "You can stop." "...without a lawyer present." "No, seriously, don't." "That's good." "That's good!" "That's plenty." "There." "See?" "I don't see any bite marks." "I don't think he did it." "Yeah." "Apparently he doesn't believe in manscaping." "Why'd you burn all your wife's stuff, Kenny?" "It was a..." "it was a fire ceremony." "I learned about it in anger management." "You went to anger management?" "It's court-ordered." "Anybody allowed to be pissed off anymore?" "No." "It's not good to walk around pissed off all the time." "That's what the fire ceremony is all about." "You burn away your past so you can move on." "Is she really dead?" "I'm really sorry, Kenny." "I don't have anything to remember her by." "I burned everything." "Rich boyfriend." "The money could be his." "Rich boyfriends don't carry around wads of $100 bills." "Hundred dollar bills?" "That's why she left me." "No carries 200,000 in cash that isn't dirty." "Did you fix them yet?" "You know I can't discuss my clients with you." "Jonelle." "What's up?" "Travis will wind up getting himself killed." "Without Travis, Wes will overthink himself out of ever making an arrest again." "They're the yin to each other's yang." "I hope you have a trick up your sleeve... to unite their chi." "Okay." "That tox screen came back." "Olivia had been inoculated for yellow fever." "Apparently she was travelling somewhere exotic." "Sorry, Kenny." "Kenny says she was running away with this guy." "She had her bags packed, $200,000 cash." "You don't plan a trip like that without buying plane tickets." "Huh." "TSA has to have that information." "Yeah, but you can't get that without a court order." "That could take weeks." "Maybe." "Whenever you say "maybe" like that, it ends with me having to bail you out, Travis." "Travis." "Don't get angry." "It's not worth it." "Following me, huh?" "Oh!" "No." "The ride-along's over." "Good." "Why are you doing this?" "You could be in a Beverly Hills office making $500 an hour." "I could ask you the same question." "You took quite the pay cut to be here." "Well, then I guess we're both crazy." "Look, I need you more than you need me." "I mean," "I need Travis, too." "He's the guy in group that everyone trusts, and likes..." "Wait, wait, wait." "Everybody likes Travis?" "And that's a good thing." "But what every group also needs is the guy who says who says the things that the others are too afraid, or too polite to say." "It stirs the pot." "So you're saying you need me because I'm the asshole." "Honestly?" "Yes." "And I'll confess that..." "I haven't had much luck historically in treating the asshole." "You know, your reverse psychology's not gonna work on me." "I know." "Good." "Thank you for sharing your day with me." "Good night." "You're welcome." "Yeah." "This is he." "You're kidding." "Wes?" "Hey, Alex." "I can't believe this." "Yeah, I know, right?" "I think it's a dent." "I bring it in; they tell me the entire frame is bent." "It's a..." "No, I meant, I can't believe my name is still on the registration." "You were supposed to transfer it to your name." "I was gonna do that." "Really?" "Yeah, it was #2 on my list now." "See, I moved it up from #9." "Number nine?" "Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell?" "Yeah." "Yes." "I need you both to sign this for the insurance." "Yeah." "Yeah." "No problem." "It's a shame." "I've never seen a car with that many miles on it in that good of shape." "Who did most of the driving?" "He did." "I did." "Well, if he takes care of you like he takes care of that car, you one lucky lady." "We're not married anymore." "Never pays to make small talk, does it?" "You want to see it one last time before we send it to salvage?" "No, I can't." "I'm sorry you had to come down here, okay?" "Look, I'm sorry about the car." "I know you loved it." "Yeah." "I loved it, too." "Yeah?" "You know, the law firm will lease you whatever car you want... if you take the job back." "They have a standing offer." "Night, Wes." "Night." "Uh, Mr. Mitchell?" "That'll be $79 for the tow." "Right." "Yeah." "Sorry." "Thanks." "Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport." "Ground transportation, taxi, and shuttle service is available, and is located across from the passenger arrival terminal." "Do not leave your baggage unattended." "Do not accept packages from anybody..." "Travis, is that you?" "Hi, Margie." "You know" "I don't like when you call me that." "I'm sorry, Ma." "Ah." "That's better." "So nice to see you." "You looking good." "You too." "You too." "You lose weight?" "When did you ever know me to lose weight?" "What is this?" "Uh, this, uh, my little bike." "Yeah?" "Well, I haven't seen you in two years." "And all of a sudden you show up here... this time of night... because you heard that I made tamales at the house?" "You made tamales?" "And you're not gonna get any until you tell me what you need." "You think I don't know when one of my foster kids needs something?" "Just a small favor." "Okay, wait." "Actually... it's a big favor." "For you, honey, anything." "Honey?" "Mm-hmm." ""Honey" is a kid." "Not Dr. Ryan's boyfriend." "She has a kid." "Seriously doubt that." "She's never been married." "Ah." "I didn't say it was her kid." "I said it was boyfriend's kid." "What is that?" "Tamales." "My foster mom sent a couple dozen home with me last night." "Which mom?" "Margie." "She's the one that always calls me "honey."" "That's how I figured this whole thing out." "That's really, really nice." "While you were out with your mom," "I cracked the case." "Oh, I did that, too." "Really?" "So you connected the $200,000 cash to Derek Winfield?" "You did?" "You remember... how Mrs. Winfield always said" "Derek always separated his money by denomination, right?" "I remember her saying he was anal like you, yeah." "You see that wad of bills?" "Organized by treasurer." "All of them." "Whoa." "Okay, that's a whole 'nother level of anal right there, but there's no way that Derek Winfield had this kind of cash just lying around." "Which is why I checked into his client list." "Okay." "Did you know that for the last three years" "Derek Winfield has been doing tax returns for Ronnie Carr?" "Ronnie Carr?" "Texas gunrunner?" "That's right." "Suspected gun runner." "Winfield's a money launderer." "Possible." "Wow." "Well, "suspected" and "possible" doesn't quite crack the case, but... this does." "This is a flight manifest." "Mm-hmm." "How'd you get it?" "Foster mom is a director at the TSA." "Check out who is supposed to be in seat 1F yesterday on a flight to Belize." "Justine Winfield." "AKA" "Olivia Fisher." "She's on probation." "She couldn't even use her real name." "She used an alias." "Look who's in 1E." "Derek Winfield." "I told you he's cheating on his wife." "I told you." "So what kind of car you thinking about getting?" "Still researching." "Make sure it has two drink holders." "I read this article about the ones that keep your cup hot or cold." "You would buy a car based on its drink holders." "I, however, am looking for performance, reliability, and gas mileage." "Right." "Make sure it has a good stereo, too." "The last one you had didn't get loud enough to drown you out." "I don't think he's here." "It's him." "Right." "Foot chase." "♪" "You in a hurry?" "You don't understand!" "We understand." "You lied to us." "You knew who Olivia Fisher was." "Will you please listen to me?" "They took my wife." "They took Justine, and they're gonna kill her!" "Who?" "Ronnie Carr." "The guy you were laundering money for?" "How did you know about that?" "You embezzled the money, Derek." "All right, okay, look, I admit it, all right?" "But Olivia and I were gonna use it to start a new life together." "I don't see any marks." "Do you see any bite marks?" "Nah." "We're good." "Sit down." "See?" "I got cold feet." "I realized I still loved my wife." "So, why were you running from us?" "I don't have time to be arrested." "I've only got till 5:00 p.m." "to get Ronnie's money back to him." "So, you stole money from a Texas gunrunner." "Look, I know in retrospect, it sounds kind of stupid." "There's no retrospect needed there." "That was stupid the moment you did it." "Okay, it was a huge mistake, okay?" "I was gonna give it back, but I gave it to Olivia, and I don't know what she did with it." "You're a terrible accountant." "I know, but I'm not a killer." "Ronnie's the one who killed Olivia." "He's the one you're looking for!" "Ronnie didn't kill her." "Otherwise, he would've ransacked the room looking for the money." "Of course it was Ronnie." "Who else could it be?" "Did your wife know you were having an affair?" "Are you kidding me?" "She'd kill me!" "What?" "You're not gonna tell her, are you?" "I think she already knows." "Excuse me." "It was Justine." "It's the spouse 99% of the time." "Hey, time's wasting here, okay?" "You guys got to help me find the money so I can get my wife back!" "We have it." "We have your money." "You do?" "No cops, or she's dead." "Get ready." "He'll be here any minute." "It's gonna be a real shame to kill your husband." "He made me ten percent on my money, and that's saying something in this depressed economy." "Oh." "Okay, okay, okay." "I'm not lost." "Why can't you just admit it?" "!" "We're lost!" "We're not lost!" "There's a GPS in this thing for a reason!" "People could live before GPS." "You know that." "People lived before penicillin," " just not for long." " You're being ridiculous right now." "You need to get back in the car." "Get back in the car!" "Where you going?" "!" "I'm just gonna ask for directions!" "Don't ask strangers!" "Hey." "Excuse me." "How you doing?" "Listen." "Hey, nice shoes." "What are those, alligator?" "Snakeskin." "Damn." "Nice." "I need to get to the 10, the 210, or is this the 110?" "There isn't even a 210!" "I'm trying to get to Culver City." "You need to leave." "That's a bitch." "Look what you did now." "You done drove us into a bad neighborhood, and now we're gonna get mugged!" "I did this?" "You got out of the car and started throwing your temper tantrum, and stomping around, asking strangers for directions." "I don't have my wallet." "I'm sorry." "Can you give 'em your wallet?" "You want me to give them my wallet?" "!" "Yes, give 'em your wallet." "You're the one that wanted to talk to 'em." "You should give 'em your money." "I don't have any money!" "Don't tell me you don't have your wallet!" "I don't want to get shot." "Give 'em your money." "You see what I got to live with?" "You see what I have to live with here?" "!" "You want me to give them my wallet?" "Yes, I just said that." "I'll give 'em my wallet." "It's about time..." "Don't move." "Now, drop it." "On the ground, on your knees now!" "You, too." "Drop it." "We just hate people who don't help people with directions!" "Yeah, we hate gunrunners, too." "By the way, you're under arrest, Ronnie." "Thank you." "Justine Winfield, you're under arrest for the murder of Olivia Fisher, do you understand me?" "It was an accident." "I-I only went over there to tell her that she couldn't have you, and it just got out of control." "I didn't think you loved me anymore." "I'm sorry." "I'll wait for you, okay?" "Nice couple." "Yeah, they say we're the ones who need therapy?" "So, you gonna admit that I was right?" "No." "You thought it was the husband." "I said it was the spouse." "No, but you thought it was the husband." "If you were right, I'd admit it." "That doesn't count." "No, you wouldn't." "Hey, Dr. Ryan." "You ready to go for another, uh, ride along when you...?" "No, no." "Hey, what's going on, honey?" "Stop calling me that." "My name's Hunter." "Okay, I'll call you Hunter." "Caught him down at the mall with a bunch of budding hooligans." "The mall?" "You said you were going to Joe's to watch the football." "They didn't find any stolen merchandise on him, but the store is pressing charges on the other boys." "You caught a break." "Hunter, I'm working really hard to trust you." "Stop with the psychobabbling." "Okay?" "You're not my mom." "I'm not your mom, but when your dad is out of town," "I'm the one in charge." "Yeah, he's always out of town." "Can we go now?" "Hey, Dr. Ryan." "I just want to say thanks for all your help with that shootout yesterday." "And the, uh, hostage negotiation." "Right, Captain?" "Yeah." "Exactly." "We would never have been able to talk those two guys down if it hadn't been for you." "Uh, you were in a shoot-out?" "Uh, guys, I know what you're trying to do, and I really appreciate it, but Hunter and I are working on being honest with each other, so..." "We totally understand." "You're not supposed to talk about your work." "This isn't my work." "This is my family." "We get it." "How many gunmen were there?" "There were no gunmen." "Can we go now?" "Sure." "Hunter's free to go." "Okay." "Thank you so much." "Hunter, let's go." "Listen, um... if you ever need any advice-- now I'm not saying you ever would-- but if you ever did, let's just say" "I know a lot about kids like that, all right?" "Thank you." "Dr. Ryan, can we start now?" "Okay, guys, come sit down." "Is Wes coming?" "I don't know where he is." "He's been very secretive lately." "I'd say we start without him." "Okay." "Well, hi." " Hi." " Hello." "So today, we're gonna talk about and maybe write about our long-term goals for our relationships." "Where we want them to be in one year's time, in five years' time, how..." "Sorry I'm late." "Hi." "Hey, Wes, I'm glad to see you." "You're never late." "Well, I got hung up." "No, you don't get hung up unless you're making a big decision." "Yeah?" "You bought a new car." "You bought a new car?" "What kind of car?" "What happened to your old car?" "I don't want to talk about it." "Why didn't you consult me before you bought a new car?" "It's not your car." "It's my car, and I..." "I knew it." "Travis, where are you going?" "I got to go look at the new car." "I'm the one that rides around in it all day." "I got an image to uphold, people." "Travis, don't touch it!" "I want to see it, too." "Hold on." "So do I. We're going to see the car out there." "Yeah!" "Okay." "Open the door." "Nice car." "Be careful." "This is nice." "Let's get in." "Yeah." "See, we got a hot and cold." "Don't touch that, Travis." "Wes." "Yeah!" "Can you not touch that?" "It's the stereo I told you about, baby." "You did good, man." "You did good, buddy." "Thank you." "Yeah." "Giving up control is a big step for you, Wes." "Mr. Diddy." "Yes." "I'm not giving up control yet." "Travis!" "Excuse me, Clyde." "You will not..." "Your feet." "Hold on a second." "Watch this." "You see how we ought to do him." "You can't hear him." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="