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No, no, it's...

I want to get to the bottom of this, and...

I like being black.

It's just I don't like being black

sometimes around white people

and some black people.

I just feel like...

like I'm some kind of a fake.

Like when I, uh,

drive up to the gate

and the two black

security guards are there,

one of them,

he looks at my car, you know,

and he looks at me,

and he's sizing me up,

and I feel like... I feel like

he's looking at me and he's thinking

that I'm trying to be white

or something.

And the other security guard,

he doesn't care.

He just wants to flirt with me.

That's why I only hate

some black people,

because some of them

are suspicious,

and the rest don't care,

you know.

They're fine.

What are you?

Don't care or suspicious?

Suspicious, and I'm getting

really tired of myself.

I don't... I don't want to hate anybody,

black or white, you know.

I... I want to fall in love.

I want Evan to like me.

I want to spend more time

with my niece.

That'd be nice.

I want my dad to, uh.

To still be alive.

Uh, I want, uh...

I want to lose five pounds.

That's important.

I want... I want a back rub.

I want to be swept off my feet.

I want to be taken on a trip

to Jamaica for a month.

You only used the word

"hate" once just now.

Ah, eureka.

I want you to try something.

I want you to be really nice

to anybody that you think

is suspicious.

Just see how that goes.

Okay...

Allegra.

Okay, I'll do it.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Tissue, right there.

Yeah. I just... You know,

I'll get around to that tissue.

All right.

Keep going!

All the way through!

All the way through!

Oh, hey. Good morning.

Hey.

Got the downloads

from Dillon's hard drive.

It's as bad as they say it is?

Yeah, it's worse.

Oh.

- Frankie.

- Yeah?

So what's up with the results

of the review of Dillon's hard drive?

It's right here.

They just handed me the file.

Now, this is what you call

a real lead on a real suspect.

You're gonna have to bring him

back in again. Today.

Already planning on it.

Look, I know it's a little, um...

Perverted

Yeah, but it's

not necessarily illegal.

The guys are looking

into some of the photos,

and the girls are young, but it doesn't

mean they're breaking any laws.

But he's definitely got a thing

for young girls.

So did my ex-husband.

Yeah.

You call me after

you talk to him, okay?

All right.

Yo, you okay?

Hey, can we get

some help over here!

Come here!

Easy, easy.

All right.

You okay?

Yeah. Ls my brother... Is he...

He seems all right.

Can he speak?

Pretty sure you dislocated

your shoulder, miss.

Now I'm just gonna

get you something...

Try to hold still.

Thank you.

Thank you for saving my life.

It's been four days since

Christie's disappearance,

and frustrations

amongst officials

and in the community

are running high,

but today comes news

that the investigation

has shifted away from the neighbor

Michael Beckworth altogether

and so leads to the father,

Andrew Dillon.

Now, Mr. Dillon has been

adamant about his innocence,

and, though police have not officially

called him or anyone else a suspect,

the feeling is that an indictment

will be coming any day now.

I wish every day was Christmas...

Hi.

Hi. Thanks for

coming over so quickly.

No problem.

I was in the office, so I'm close.

Working on Sundays isn't good

for your marriage, honey.

Thanks, Mom.

Jesus Christ.

Mom, you're gonna

blow up the house.

Look, if the pilot doesn't light,

you got to turn off the gas.

Oh, how am I supposed

to know that?

Your father always deals

with that kind of thing.

No.

Mom, no, not any more.

Not for nine years.

He's not lighting

the pilot light today.

He didn't clean the gutters out

last spring.

He didn't flip the breakers

in the fuse box

when they popped

the winter before last,

and he did not drive you

to the hospital.

When you fell in the driveway,

you fell, Mom,

and I drove you.

I did, Mom.

Mom, I did.

Me.

I don't understand

why you won't listen to me

when I talk about him.

I hear everything you say.

But you don't listen, Mom.

I know you think I'm a fool,

your kooky mother.

You know, you were always

a lot more like him,

only dealing in the facts,

proof, evidence.

I... I don't think you ever believed

in anything without those conditions.

Not the Easter Bunny.

Not Santa Claus.

I remember when you were...

I think you were 10.

We were in this kitchen,

and I was baking you

Rice Krispies squares,

and I asked you why you

didn't believe in God,

and do you remember this'?

Do you remember what you said'?

You said,

"Where's the evidence?"

"Should I just believe

that because I can..."

"flap my arms, I can..."

y?-.

I was a real pain in the ass, wasn't I?

You still are,

but I love you.

I just don't see the point

in deluding yourself.

What good has ever come

from lying to yourself, Mom?

Love.

I'm...

Love, there's no litmus test

for it, is there?

I mean, there's no proof.

I mean, how do you know...

how do you know

that I love you?

I mean, really, you don't know.

Because you just

told me you did.

Ah, I could have been lying

to you all these years.

I trust you, Mom.

Your grandma and grandpa,

now, that's an incredible

love story, isn't it?

I mean, that was perfect, right?

Well, what proof do we have

that they didn't just meet

during the war

in a less dramatic way?

You must have told me that story

a hundred times when I was little.

It was your favorite

bedtime story.

Is that all it was, Mom?

A bedtime story?

Some bullshit story you tell a kid

to help him to sleep?

Not to help you go to sleep.

It was a story to get a boy

to understand the...

the capacity of love,

and maybe now it's become

a story to understand

the importance of belief

without evidence...

trust without reservation

faith.

We have to leave now.

Can I get you a ride home?

Okay, take care.

Yeah?

Who is it?

It's your neighbor.

- Hey.

- Can we talk?

Um, yeah.

What about?

C-Can I come in?

Yeah.

I don't get it.

I don't know why you guys

don't just arrest that neighbor.

Uh, I'm sorry. What-

What are you talking about?

The neighbor of the missing girl,

you know, Beckworth.

The Christie Dillon case.

Wh-Why can't you guys

just arrest him?

Uh, I believe he was...

he was brought in

for questioning by the police.

I... I don't think they had enough

on him to hold him.

Have they searched his house?

I... I don't know.

It's... It's not my division.

Well, somebody needs

to tell somebody to get over there.

There's not much time.

She could be dead already.

Do... Do you have some sort of proof

or some sort of evidence that...

I just know she's there.

Okay, it's... it's Carter, right?

Carter, maybe... maybe you should

go back to your apartment,

and don't worry

about these things.

It's really... It's not...

not your responsibility.

Whose responsibility is it, then?

I mean, you're a cop.

You don't even think

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