To Kill a Mockingbird.
A true first edition.
We can get an apartment.
Emma, you're exhausted.
Apollo-- He doesn't sleep much anymore either. We're all a mess.
You sent me a picture and then deleted it.
-No, I didn't. -It was of the two of you
from across the street.
-Apollo, look. -There's nothing on there, baby.
Fuck. You're the real devil, aren't you?
But you know what the problem is, Emma? It's you.
You don't see. But you will.
Emma! Emma!
Just don't hurt the baby.
Just let my son go.
"Just let my son go."
He was surprised those were the words he meant,
surprised because a person never knows how they will react
in the worst of moments.
Each of us hopes to be brave
but how often do we get the chance to find out?
In this moment, the thing he was willing to beg for
was the life of his son.
Okay. I'll die. I will.
Just please put Brian in the hallway.
Please.
I am the god Apollo!
I bring the power of the sun!
Emma, I know it's been hard for you.
You've been so broken.
And I haven't helped. I know. I only made it worse.
But you're not alone in this, Emma.
You remember what Kim told you, right?
It happens to mothers all the time.
Emma, you're not the only one.
Emma! Emma, I can hear him screaming. He sounds healthy.
There's nothing done that can't be fixed. Please.
Okay.
You-- You're Emma. You're the mother of Brian.
The sister of Kim. The best friend of Michelle.
The girl from Boones Mill. My wife.
Emma would never hurt her only child.
Emma!
Don't hurt Brian.
Don't hurt the baby.
It's not a baby.
Recovery.
Defined as the regaining of something lost or taken away.
Recovery of a zygomatic orbital fracture.
Reconstructed.
Recovered.
Bodies recover. But what about the person? The soul?
How long to regain what has been lost or taken away?
A son. A wife. A marriage.
Three lives.
What surgery, what ointment could aid in their recovery?
Hey.
Over here. Come on.
You shouldn't be here.
What?
Wait. What? Are you mad at me?
No, hey, no one's angry.
-I'm angry. -What--
I'm angry you came around our kids.
Okay. Hold on. I…
I don't-- I would never hurt your children.
-You went in there with a gun. -I know. But, look, I--
The reason why I did that was because--
Hey, man, look…
I can't tell you how sorry we are about Brian.
But we just don't feel comfortable with you here.
We're just trying to be good dads.
I was too.
-Hey, look-- -I was too.
I was too.
You can't sleep here. You hear me?
Get up.
How did you get into this building?
It's you.
Fabian.
Wow. They did a real good job on your eye.
When I found you, it was all…
not good.
I've seen your mom around here while you was locked up.
She cleaned up your place after the cops trashed it.
You got out fast.
-Three months. -Yeah.
Well, my mother used to work for a lawyer.
He knew the prosecutor and the judge.
Good mothers are a gift.
Sorry. I didn't mean-- Sorry.
What made you come there? To the apartment that day.
Number 47 said there was a…
an odor.
Never smelled nothing like it.
A smell.
Door was unlocked.
It was real hot inside.
I found you first.
I thought you was dead. For real.
Then I--
Then I went to the back.
-Found the baby. I saw the baby. -What did you s-- What--
Did she…
I said a prayer for him right there.
And every week since at church.
Thank you.
Thank you for that.
I say a prayer for you too.
I gotta go.
Good afternoon, ladies.
The way he looks at you.
He's persistent.
That means "relentless."
Thank you, Mrs. Ortiz.
You're welcome, Mrs. Lillian. He's such a good boy.
Thank you.
My sweet boy.
-Uh-oh. -Uh-oh.
The Police?
Every little thing she does is magic.
Come.
How's the boy?
You're saying no.
-I do appreciate everyth-- -Keep 'em.
I'm sorry.
I need you to work Saturdays from now on.
I can't.
That's impossible. You know I have Apollo.
Saturday, 9 a.m. sharp.
Please, I'm begging you, Mrs. Ortiz.
I am so sorry. I always see my mother on Saturdays.
You are asking me to leave a little boy alone.
-Of course, you're the victim. -I have no one.
Punish me another way. I need this job. I--
You can leave at lunch.
A half day, then.
Yes.
A half day.
Okay, Apollo…
Mommy's going to go out for a short while,
but I'll be right back, okay?
I'll let you watch the TV the entire time.
Good deal?
Hey.
Okay.
It just seems so unfair. That's the part I can't get--
We've already begun. Come on in.
Welcome to The Survivors.
Yeah, I've got this attendance sheet thing that I need you to sign.
-I'm supposed to-- -Why don't you have a seat?
Right over there.
I'm sorry, Vivian, you were sharing.
It's a slippery slope.
Anything can set me off.
Yesterday the washing machine stopped working and…
and it broke me.
Because I realized…
he's the one who mended the broken things.
-Thank you, Vivian. Thank you. -Thank you.
-Hi, I'm Julian. -Thank you.
-Hi, Julian. -Hi, Julian.
Man, y'all know my story, but I'ma share for the newcomer.
Phone-texting, car rolls into an intersection,
smashed by a moving truck.
Not a truck that was moving, it was moving,
but a moving truck that you move homes in.
Fiancé died on impact. Boom.
Big, fat fucking fuck.
Still got this wedding ring on.
Sorry.
That's fine.
It's good. Please.
It's not a baby.
My…
She was a librarian.
Saw that on the news.
Oh, well, I'm glad you said something before I sat down then.
Yeah, I guess I was dealing with a few things of my own, aight?
Right.
Why did she do it?
What, you saw it too?
Did everybody see it?
Why did you do it?
I don't know. I guess I lost my fucking mind.
The father, Apollo Kagwa, was rushed to intensive care
after he was found with extensive injuries.
Police are looking for Emma Valentine, who is still unaccounted for.
Her blood located at the scene.
We're with the building super, Fabian Vasquez,
who discovered the victims.
-Where is she? -Oh, God.
-Where is she? -She's not here.
Tell me where she is. I know she's here.
-Apollo, no, n-- -Where is she?
Don't hurt anyone!
-Tell me where she is. -Don't hurt anyone.
-Apollo, you don't wanna do it. -Where are the others?
-You don't wanna hurt anybody. -Lead me to them now!
-Open the door. Open it. -Okay. All right.
-Go. Go! -Take it easy.
-Where's Emma? Where is she? -I don't know.
-Just tell me where she is. -I don't know.
Where's Yurina?
Apollo?
-No! Don't shoot! -Don't scream. Stop.
Stop! I'll shoot.
Fuck!
Oh, my God.
Apollo, we're so sorry.
Everyone's so sorry. Everyone's so sorry!
-Where is she? -We don't know!
-We don't. -Please just let us go.
Nothing makes sense.
People don't just disappear.
They do.
She did.
Apollo, we don't know anything.
She was tired. She was acting strange.
-No, don't tell me she was fucking tired. -She kept saying that the baby--
-She was tired? I'm tired too. -No, don't hurt yourself, Apollo!
-I'm tired too! -It's okay.
I just want my mom.
Are you scared?
Yes! Yes.
Oh, no. Help me.
Okay. All right.
I'm so sorry, Apollo. I'm so sorry.
This can't be my life.
They all testified on my behalf.
It's crazy, right?
What if the librarians had known where she was?
I would've killed her,
and myself.
-And anybody else who got in my way-- -Okay, that's it.
Thank you so much, everybody. Good session.
Good session, thank you. Good to see you again, Tom.
What now?
Apollo.
Hope you're hungry.
-Thanks. I brought some wine too. -Okay.
We're so glad you're here.
Hey, yo, Birdman of Alcatraz, you see your mama yet?
Well, I'm still surprised you live in a basement.
You know Patrice is afraid of…
commitment.
And then he met me.
Thank you.
It's just chicken.
For going to the funeral.
I mean, it just means so much when--
Did you see your mama yet?
-No, not yet. -Apollo--
Hey, but, look-- Listen. I got something for you.
Take a look at this.
To Kill a Mockingbird?
Shit.
Where'd you-- Found an estate sale at Rikers Island?
Appraiser, he sent me a text. It's the real deal.
It's got the certificates and everything. And check the title page.
This is some life-changing shit right here.
Where'd you say you found this?
Doesn't matter.
I found it, and I want you to have it.
I can't--
I was gonna get a house for me, Emma, Brian, but it's not happening.
So, you can take it and keep the money.
I don't need the money. I don't really need anything.
-I just-- -Hey.
We'll take it.
You know why we're friends?
'Cause I'm a better bookseller than you.
And I taught you everything you know.
Hey, even you don't believe that.
First time we met was at Rich Chalfin's book buyers' drinks.
I told you I just got back from Iraq. Know what you said?
-Book sale. -Yeah.
Philadelphia. Hurry up, get there.
None of that "thank you for your service" shit, you know?
You didn't ask me how many people did I kill.
You didn't give a fuck.
That's when I knew you're a dude I can be normal with, you know?
Not a vet.
Just Patrice.
So…
I'm breaking protocol and talking with you
as straight as I ever have.
Okay.
If you kill yourself tonight,
I'm gonna soak that valuable fuckin' book in the toilet.
I'm gonna piss on it and worse.
I will ruin that book.
What are you talking about?
I've seen that look before.
-What look? -The one staring at me right now.
I have seen that look, and I know.
All right, good night.
I know!
You're a book man, right?
Well, tonight, I'm gonna put that book online.
And if you're not around,
you will never know how much somebody would pay for it.
You'll never know.
You motherfucker.
My man. I'll call you as soon as I hear about it.
You be alive to pick up.
I love you, man. Night.
I'm so proud of you.
Okay.
Emma?
-Hello? -Mom.
I'm making tea.
In the middle of the night?
It's 12:20.
How was dinner with Dana and Patrice?
Dana called you.
I was surprised to hear you'd seen them before me. Your mother.
Are you guilting me right now?
Do you feel guilty?
You hungry?
No, I ate with Patrice and Dana.
You didn't eat it.
What, did they tell you how many times I used the restroom?
Two.
Thanks, Mom. For coming here. It's good to see you.
For cleaning and just everything.
You probably want to get some sleep.
I do too.
Look how many nights We hug up tight, tight, tight
All we ever know is love and peace
Tomorrow morning, I want you to come to Port Washington.
See Brian's grave.
I'm not ready.
I want to tell you a story.
I don't wanna hear one of your stories.
It's just always so sad.
Arthur got shot, and the Ugandan dictatorship.
And you fled here.
And immigrants make the US great. They make it what it is.
It's just all sad.
I wanted to tell you a different story.
Who are you, man?
Not a husband.
Not a dad.
Who the fuck are you?
We got photos in here, so we can send that to forensics.
Okay. I understand.
Get everybody clear of this room, please.
-Everyone, clear out. -Did you get a shot of that?
-It's a boy. -A boy?
-Should we name him Brian? -Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I woke up with the worst feeling you disappeared.
I was just thinking about…
thinking about when he was born.
He was-- You know, when he first-- He's come out.
A slow time.
When you exist in two worlds at once.
Reality and eternity.
Here and there.
How did I lose her?
What happened?
I told myself I was gonna read him this book every single night.
But I didn't.
I didn't have time.
You're coming with me.
What did you just say?
Those were my last words to Brian.
Why would you say that to him?
Right after he was born, I started having the dreams again.
Why didn't you tell me?
It's just this nightmare, all right?
I have something I have to tell you.
What?
Mom.
Lubbick, Weiss and Blackwood.
They had a very good dental plan.
What could I do? I asked everyone I knew.
Finally, I left you at home.
I went to work.
You were four.
So, you left me at home on a Saturday.
Many Saturdays.
You were so good. It worked well.
But then things changed.
I'm coming for you!
-It's okay. -Daddy came to me.
-It's just a dream. -Why didn't he take me with him?
You can go back to sleep, honey.
Look how many nights We hug up tight, tight, tight
All we ever know is love and peace
I asked you what day your daddy had come.
"Cartoon day," is what you said.
So, wait.
What you're telling me is my dad was actually at the apartment?
Yes.
And that wasn't-- Those weren't dream--
Those were memories. They weren't dreams.
Yes.
So, what happened?
I got back in time. Found him there. Sent him away.
Why?
I had filed for divorce.
Apollo.
-I-- -Why did you want a divorce?
He was a good man.
A real romantic. Fun.
But marriage is a day-to-day, and a person like your dad,
-not so good with slow and steady. -What does that even mean?
Is there food in the fridge? Is the bed made? Are the bills paid?
I had to put you in day care at two months old,
so I could go back to work.
Do you know what it feels like to hand over a two-month-old to strangers?
Probably better than leaving a four-year-old alone.
I had to leave him to keep afloat.
So, he didn't abandon us?
Wow.
So, I become a father,
I'm doing all the things a father does or what I think a father does.
-I'm making shit up as I go. -Apollo.
Just making things up badly, by the way.
-Apollo. -And look how the fuck it turned out, Mom!
All because of, fucking, some decision you made over 30 years ago.
I tried my best. That's all I could do.
Mom, why couldn't you just let him be a part of my life?
I don't understand.
He could have been babysitting me those Saturdays.
You guys didn't even have to talk to each other.
I mean, I had plenty of friends who had families like that,
-and I envied them every single day! -I couldn't do that.
I felt like a monster.
Like something was wrong with me.
How could you ever think that?
Because my dad left me and didn't say a word.
What else was I supposed to think other than that I was a disappointment,
or something was wrong.
And it's all based on the choice that you made that was good for you!
Here's the address to Nassau Knolls.
You should go to Brian's grave.
-Thank you, Father. -Take care of yourself.
Father Hagen?
You can call me Jim.
Did you have any trouble finding us?
No, it was fine. I live around the corner.
-Listen, I-- -Can we just--
So, this is where I confess,
I know who you are.
Your wife, Emma, came here to plan a baptism for your son.
She seemed to be having troubles, but I could never have guessed that--
-I would have tried to have helped if-- -Listen, listen.
It's not your fault. Okay?
I just got this thing I need you to sign for my parole.
Yeah, I'll be happy to, but why don't we do it after the meeting?
I'd like to welcome all the newcomers.
I'm happy you were able to find us. Yes.
I found you on the message board.
That's great.
Have you become a member or a fan?
I'm a fan.
That's great, Julian. I'm a fan too.
I'm Alice, by the way.
I forgot to introduce myself.
-And-- -Hi, Alice.
And we're gonna go ah-- Sir? No phones during the meeting.
Sorry, I just figured I'd become a fan right now.
There. Sorry.
Okay, why don't we go around the room
and introduce ourselves?
You don't have to speak if you don't want to,
but we'd love to get to know you.
If you're here, then you're a survivor too.
My father used to read me stories at night.
Thanks, Apollo. But first, let's go around and--
-"A baby is a dream made real." -Okay.
"But a dream is a fairy's favorite meal."
"There at the window they watched as it sleeped.
A child's"--
Why would he read you that? That sounds frightening.
I saw my daughter in the computer.
I turned--
I turned on my laptop and there she was.
My baby girl. Just a picture of her, out at the park with her grandparents.
But who took the picture?
I opened my Gmail account and there was an ad and it said,
"Jim, we think you deserve a vacation in Costa Rica."
And I wondered how is it that they know that I liked to be called Jim.
Because my given name is Francis.
The photo is from an apartment window.
Who would take a picture of my child from up there?
There were other pictures.
Other places. Other days.
There's texts and emails,
but every time I tried to show one to Gary, they were gone. Deleted.
Who could do that?
I had the sense to hit print as soon as I saw this one.
It's the only proof I got.
But when I looked at it long enough, I noticed something else.
That girl in the photo. That is not my daughter.
That is not Monique.
I told Gary all this, and do you know what he said to me?
He told me to go on medication.
I knew I had to find my own help.
I found it with the mothers.
The Wise Ones.
Cal told me how to get my daughter back.
Cal told me what to do.
I just don't know if I can do it.
That woman's gonna kill her baby!
She's going to kill her baby
and if you don't do anything to stop it right now,
-you can't say you didn't know this time. -It is not a baby!
-It is not a baby! It's not a baby. -Okay, calm down.
-Apollo, wait. -It's not a baby!
No!
Hey, wait!
Shit.
Hey! Don't make me chase you!
It's not a baby.
It's not a baby!
Man. You're fast.
I'm out of shape.
Hey, I'm William. William Wheeler.
Patrice sent me. Patrice Green?
Hey, I want to buy the book.
Then buy the fucking book!
Just buy the book. Why do you need me?
Gosh, man. I mean, wow.
Look, I'm sorry.
You know, Patrice told me to come here.
You should probably curse at him.
But…
I really would like that book.
They called the police.
It was a pretty bad scene in there.
Are you okay? You seem pretty shaken up.
Can I buy you dinner?
No.
But you can buy me a coffee.
I spent a while on the phone with Patrice this morning.
He served in Iraq, you know.
Yes.
Of course I thanked him for his service.
He loves that.
This is a good doughnut.
Look, I'll be totally honest with you.
To Kill A Mockingbird, one of two books I ever read for pleasure.
Tell me, would you? Tell me where you found the book.
Tell me how it all came about.
I found it in the seventh moldy box
in the bottom of a basement in Riverdale.
Imagine if you'd given up after six boxes of crap.
Well, why would I do that? I mean, I have a child and--
I have two daughters. Believe me, I understand.
Hey, can I show you a picture?
That girl in the photo.
-Oh, darn it. -That is not my daughter.
-What is that? Hey! -It's nothing.
That is not Monique.
I told Gary all this, and do you know what he said to me?
Look, I don't know why I filmed that.
He told me to go on medication.
-I'm sorry, let me just delete it. -No. Wait.
I knew I had to find my own help and I found it with the mothers.
"The Mothers."
The Wise Ones.
Cal told me how to get my daughter back.
Cal told me what to do.
I just don't know if I can do it.
Yeah, it's just a silly habit. I'm sorry.
Really, I am.
But who's Cal?
I don't know.
Then she said something about the Wise Ones.
Do you know what that name is?
What that means?
I've heard of that before.
What?
It's from some book.
It says,
"In the villages were invariably found one or two 'Wise Ones.'"
Who are they? What does it-- Who does it say they are?
"Wise ones."
"Witches."
They told me not to go, but I didn't listen.
Of course you didn't.
When it falls off my wrist, those three wishes will come true.
Do not cut it.
Yeah. Looks robust.
But I am the god Apollo.
One must be so careful what one wishes for.
Emma, with me, all three of your wishes will come true.
Witches.