Paint It Black

I hate whoever this is.

Well, that's not very polite.

- I almost

recognize your voice.

What's your name again?

Mrs. put this in your mouth?

Ha-ha, funny.

You calling to invite me

to your son's soccer game?

Yes, it's, um...

Yt's on Saturday

at f*** off field.

- Ha.

- Um, they're playing against

the judgmental dykes.

- Will hubby, whatever you want

to call him, be there?

Mm, no, Michael's out of town.

- Ha!

Of course.

That's why you f***ing call.

You don't call

for four months, puta,

and now you need a warm body

to fill the void.

- Pen, pen...

- f***ing a**hole.

- I know, but it's, like,

it's not like that.

I promise, okay?

- Yeah, right.

Typical.

I was also, um,

wondering if you had any pot?

Sellout!

One week.

One week

he doesn't call me.

What the f*** is that?

It's like, how long does it take

to f***ing get settled?

He's, like, at his f***ing mom's

house, you know what I mean?

- Maybe the b*tch

won't let him call.

You said she

f***ing hates you, right?

Yeah, for sure.

I'm sure she's anxious to see

you and f***ing Harvard

get married.

Ready?

We'll race.

- F*** that.

- Hold up.

Here, I'll use your bungees.

What?

- Wait, hang on.

- Okay.

Pull me up.

Pull me up.

You're not strong enough.

Pull me up!

- Pull me up.

Pull me up.

Come on.

- Ow!

Sh*t.

Where the f*** have you been?

- Good morning.

My name's detective Brooks.

I'm sorry to bother you

so early in the morning.

Who?

Uh, detective Jonathan Brooks

from San Bernardino county.

To whom am I speaking?

Uh, Josie.

Uh, Josephine Tyrell.

What happened?

- Miss Tyrell,

your phone number was found

on a motel registration.

We're just trying to

gather some information.

Has there been

any individual that you know

that's been missing recently?

I don't... mm...

I don't... i don't... what...

What do you mean "missing"?

Well, we've got a white male

registered as, uh, Oscar wilde.

Miss Tyrell,

uh, do you have any idea

who this person might be?

Uh,

maybe, um.

I don't think so.

- The individual

we're trying to identify

is in his mid-20s,

tattoo on his right wrist,

two moles on

the right side of his chest.

Miss Tyrell,

do you know this person?

Miss Tyrell?

Do you know this person?

Yes.

- Miss Tyrell, I'm very sorry

to have to inform you.

The body was found

in a motel in 29 palms

from what looks like

an apparent suicide,

self-inflicted gunshot

wound to the head.

We're still getting

all the details.

We're trying to locate

any family members.

Do you know if he has

any living relatives?

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother. A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

A mother.

Hey, excuse me.

Look, just because

you saw me naked

does not mean

I'm gonna f*** you, okay?

- Uh, no, no,

i didn't think that.

I wouldn't think...

Y, uh,

I just thought maybe

you wanted to

maybe go for a swim?

Do you have a pool?

Sort of.

There is a pool, I promise.

Yeah, I hope so.

Whoa.

That's a pool.

That's a pool, yeah.

You said you wanted

to go swimming, right?

- Uh, it's kind of, like,

the middle of the afternoon.

She could come back, like,

any second, right?

Oh, no, no, trust me.

She's away, touring.

Besides,

she's terrified of water.

I don't think I ever saw

her come in here once.

Hmm.

- So, what do you think,

you gonna

give it a shot, jump in?

Yeah, it's just...

Such a shame, you know,

a waste, really, because...

- Mm-hmm.

- I already have dysentery, so.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah.

Right, right.

You afraid?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm super chicken.

Yeah, you just, like,

struck fear in me, bro.

Oh, my.

Well?

Uh,

yeah, I can't swim.

What?

- No.

Yeah, see, I'm not...

I'm not sportif.

- Sportif?

- Yeah.

- What the f***

does "sportif" mean?

Hmm.

Are you a tree?

No.

I promise, no, no, I'm not.

- You are.

- Yes, I'm a tree.

You are, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Who are you?

Oscar wilde.

And I'm wild for you.

It doesn't make

any f***ing sense.

- Whatever happened,

whatever this is,

we're gonna get

through it, okay?

- Just go

make me a drink, okay?

What kind of drink?

Alcohol.

F***.

Hello?

Who is this?

If my son had never met you,

would he have killed himself?

Hmm?

- You don't even

know me, Meredith...

- I could have you

taken care of, you know.

One phone call,

five grand,

it would be very easy.

- I hope that makes

you feel better.

I don't want to feel better.

I want you to suffer

the way I'm suffering now!

Then you didn't have to call!

How dare you?

How dare you?

- Meredith.

- How dare you!

Meredith.

How dare you?

Go on!

Get away!

How dare you?

Stop, Meredith, stop.

Meredith...

- you know, she only saves

those sorts of greetings

for the special few.

Cal Faraday,

Michael's father.

It's not your fault, you know.

Michael had issues you-you

can't even begin imagine.

Your wife is

f***ing insane.

My ex-wife.

Mm.

Not surprised she hates you.

See, you don't know how things

used to be with her and Michael.

It was just the two of them

in their own little world.

No intruders welcome.

Back then,

i was the interloper.

Yeah.

My own son.

But recently,

he started

calling again.

Quite a lot, actually.

Told me all about you

in those calls.

Really?

He loved you, Josie.

Thought you were smart,

original,

very real.

He said your... your dad

drives a tow truck?

Yeah.

Yes.

- Is there a mother

in the picture?

My dad was a... was a fisherman

out of coos bay, Oregon.

- Is this what

Michael thought of me?

Some kind of novelty?

"Real"?

That's another word

for "poor," right?

No.

"Real" means real.

He loved you.

Yeah.

Right.

I got you.

He left this for you.

Hello?

Get dressed.

- How the f***

did you get my keys?

- I took them when you were

passed out in your own piss.

Get up and get it together.

People are coming over.

What?

What people?

Your friends.

Remember them?

They're the people who help you

get through sh*t like this.

- And I was always

afraid of death

until, um,

my grandfather passed.

He was a big country music fan,

and he, you know, was...

We always used to

sing songs together.

When he actually died,

we all stood around the bed

holding hands, singing to him.

There was this

thing when he actually passed...

Hi.

So many friends.

Such good friends.

"We're sorry.

We're...

"oh... oh, we're so sorry.

We're so sorry for your loss."

And then they go out and

have their

teeth cleaned...

And eat dinner.

Do you live here alone?

- No, I have ghosts

that keep me company.

- You know, i... i could

hear you playing

from all the way

down the street.

It's brahms.

Whenever Michael had a headache,

he always had

to have his brahms.

He played me brahms.

And I played it for him,

of course.

- You were following me,

weren't you?

Well, i...

I was worried about Michael.

I hadn't heard from him

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