[man] Delete.
Delete.
[people yelling over headphones]
-[man 2] Delete. -Delete.
-[woman] Ignore. -Delete.
Ignore.
-[baby crying] -[Simon] Ignore.
[cat meows]
Ignore.
[man panting]
Delete. Pervert.
[man 2] Delete.
[PC chimes]
-[man 2] Ignore. -[woman] Ignore.
…so pissed off.
Like, we're all supposed to mindlessly obey her because she's the boss?
I mean, it's ridiculous.
I know. You make me happy, too.
I'm so lucky I met you.
I love you.
Fuck.
I mean it.
[sighs] I can't wait, either.
SIMON I NEED TO SEE YOU
Me, too.
-[Sarah's cell phone chimes] -Oh, one sec. It's my brother.
[Simon's cell phone chimes]
[Simon tuts]
[Sarah] Mm.
SIMON WHEN RU FINISHED?
[Sarah's cell phone chimes]
I have to go. N-Needy sibling.
SARAH ON MY WAY HOME NOW
OK. I'll talk to you later.
[Sarah's cell phone chimes]
-[man] Ignore. -[woman] Ignore.
Ignore.
-[man 3] Ignore. -[woman] Ignore.
-[man 2] Delete. -[woman] Ignore.
-[man 2] Delete. -[man 3] Delete.
[woman] Delete. Delete.
[Simon] I haven't heard from you lately.
[Sarah] No, I've been busy.
Yeah?
Because, uh… the apartment's looking pretty tidy.
There's, uh, food in the fridge, for a change.
-And you've been grinning like a loon. -[sighs]
Who is he?
Jeremy.
I really like him.
-Yeah? -Like, really like him.
Well, more details, please. Uh, w-where did you meet?
Where does anyone meet anyone these days?
Sarah, can you please be careful?
These guys, you don't know what their deal is.
Is this why you came over here? To judge me?
-You could have done that on the phone. -Not at all.
I just want you to look after yourself.
I am looking after myself!
Look, I'm making your favorite meal, random overcooked vegetables with sauce.
[Simon chuckles]
And… I've started making things again.
-Oh, yeah? -Mm-hmm.
The one on the end is you, big brother.
[Simon] I'm one of the Village People?
[Sarah] Mm-hmm.
-I want you to do something for me. -[Simon] What's that?
-Get another job. -Why?
Klonis is doing your head in.
It's making you all paranoid.
Well, it pays the bills, so…
Come on. Come to me.
["Just Like a Woman" by Bob Dylan playing over stereo]
♪ Nobody feels any pain… ♪
-[Simon] Oh, God. -Ah!
[laughter]
There it is.
My big brother!
♪ Tonight as I stand inside the rain ♪
[laughter]
♪ Everybody knows ♪
♪ That baby's got new clothes ♪
♪ But lately, I see her ribbons ♪
♪ And her bows ♪
♪ Have fallen from her curls ♪
[man] Ignore.
-[woman] Ignore. -[man] Ignore.
-[dogs barking over headphones] -Sorry!
I called you.
Ignore.
-Did you see the news last night? -Ignore.
How did they get those messages?
The reporter broke into my apartment and stole Sarah's phone, OK?
Is that legal?
I don't… No, it's not… [sighs] What do you want me to do, call the cops?
They know about Sarah, man. Do you know what that means?
Yes, I know what that means.
Eleven o'clock.
-[knocking] -Hi. Detective Amiri from Oakland Police.
Just go, go, go. Get out of here. Go.
[Roshan] …one of your employees, Simon Burton.
[whispers] Simon.
[headphones clatter]
[typing]
[woman] Delete. Ignore.
-Ignore. -[man] Ignore.
[woman] Ignore.
-[Roshan] Hey. -[Simon] Hi.
-Oakland PD want a word. -Oh, OK.
-Simon Burton? -Yeah.
Detective Roshan Amiri, Oakland PD.
So, your job is content moderation?
Yeah. Yeah.
I, uh, look at 10,000 images a day, roughly.
Simon, I'm part of a task force investigating the murder of Nick Brewer.
Right.
We're following up on some leads,
in light of the news piece that aired on GBZ last night.
Sure. Uh, how can I help?
You're familiar with the Nick Brewer case?
-Yeah. I mean, it's everywhere. -Yeah.
Were you aware that your sister was involved with Nick?
No.
-She didn't mention they were dating? -No. No. Not that I recall, no.
[cell phone ringing]
Uh… So…
[ringing stops]
Obviously, uh…
you never met Nick Brewer yourself?
No. No.
Were you close with your sister?
Were we close?
We used to be. You know, w-we drifted apart.
What happened?
Life.
Yeah. Your boss said that you were on vacation last week?
Yes.
I-I didn't go to Oakland,
if that's what you're suggesting.
What did you do?
Uh, I went fishing, actually. Y-Yeah, with a friend.
-Fishing? -Yeah, with a…
With my friend, uh… Daryl.
Um…
We went to Russian River. It's a few hours west of here.
-Do you have his number? -Yeah.
There you go.
Thanks.
Did you catch anything?
[writing]
Oh. [chuckles] No.
I mean, yeah. N-Not really. Just a few shad.
Do you, uh… Do you always do what the reporters tell you?
[both laugh]
I just follow up on leads, you know?
-Right. -That's my job.
Of course.
Are you planning to leave Sacramento in the next few days?
No.
-Please let me know if you do. -Sure.
Yeah. Thanks.
-That's it? -Yeah.
OK.
By the way…
My condolences.
Your sister, Sarah, it's an awful thing to lose someone you love in that way.
[sighs] Sorry for your loss.
-Thank you. -Yeah.
["Touched" by Part Human playing]
SIMON DON'T ANSWER YOUR PHONE
DON'T COME BACK TODAY
DON'T GO HOME
[Simon] Did something happen with the boyfriend? With Jeremy?
He's just working things out.
[Simon] And what does that mean?
What, that he's got a girlfriend? He's married?
Don't lecture me, Mr. Judgy.
OK.
[smacks lips] I went past your work, and they said you hadn't been in all week.
Have you been taking your meds?
Are you in pain?
Stop giving me money.
Stop trying to control me.
Stop…
[weakly] Stop trying to save me.
[sobbing] Why can't I just be like everyone else?
Why can't I just be happy?
Why is everything just so fucking hard?
Hey, hey, hey. It's OK.
[Sarah sobbing]
-It hurts, Simon! -Come here. It's OK.
It hurts so much!
I know, I know, I know, I know.
I know. Shh-shh-shh.
[Sarah sobbing]
[cell phone ringing]
Detective Amiri.
[Pia] Did you see the story?
Hey, Pia. How are you?
Oh, yeah, I'm great.
Turns out my brother was a psychopath as well as a sexual predator.
I've been trying to reach you. Where were you?
Yeah, I'm out of town.
Are you in Sacramento?
-[sighs] -You are.
I spoke to Sarah Burton's brother.
Is he a suspect?
He has a motive, after what happened to his sister.
So, you think the story in the news was true?
-I'll be back tomorrow. Can we talk then? -Fine. Whatever.
[sighs]
[picture frame thuds]
-OK. -Can I have protein, please?
-Thanks, Mom. -No.
Salad for Kai.
OK. Boys, enough with the phones.
[Kai] People keep sending me messages. I think they're reporters.
They keep asking me stupid questions.
-Don't answer them. -Yeah.
[Alice] Boys, come on, please. Let's eat. [chuckles]
-[Matt] Come on. This looks good. -[Alice] OK, yummy food. Yes.
[Matt] Dig in.
Who took down all the pictures of Nick?
Sophie?
Uh, I-I did.
Matt, what the fuck?
-I was just trying to help, Pia. -I asked him to, OK?
Why?
Seriously? You can't figure that out?
[Ethan] You're being rude, jerk.
-Say that again, muscles. -Muscles?
-Guys, come on. -Boys, hey.
-[Pia] Why are you two even here? -They're my friends.
-Come on, Pia. -[Pia] Why take them down?
He's been dead a week. What is wrong with you?
Everyone stop!
[arguing stops]
[cell phone chimes]
[Sophie sighs]
Give it to me. Give it to me.
-No. -Give it to me.
You too.
No more phones at the table.
[Ethan] OK. It's not gonna help anything.
[Matt sighs]
[knocking on door]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[sighs] Have you been sleeping in here?
You know what the awful thing is?
I know he loved those boys, but…
I don't know if he ever loved me.
Don't say that.
Of course he loved you.
[Sophie sighs]
It doesn't make any sense, though.
[sighs] I mean, how could Nick have sent those messages?
-Do you think they sounded like him? -I have two boys depending on me.
The sooner we can accept facts, the sooner we can heal.
I just don't believe it.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[indistinct conversation]
Hey, Matt.
You missed one.
[door opens]
[door slams]
OK, let's try this again. What were you doing?
Fishing… with my buddy, Simon.
Good. Where?
Russian River.
For what?
Steelhead. Shit.
Shad.
Steelhead, September; shad, April.
Man, maybe we could just make a run for it.
Where to?
Mexico, amigo? We could live on tacos.
How are you going to survive in Mexico? You still live with your fucking mother.
No. We run, they chase.
Let's do this again. We got this. Stick to the story.
You know I could just turn you in, right?
What?
And say what?
And say fucking what, Daryl?
-Hmm? -Nothing.
We covered our tracks, OK?
They have nothing on us.
We stick to the story,
and we act normal.
OK?
Yeah. Normal. I got it.
[Simon] Dude, the world is not flat, OK?
It's not. You got to stop buying into those conspiracy theories, man.
Well, how come we don't just slide off the side then, man?
-Are you kidding me? -[cell phone ringing]
Got to get your fucking head checked, man. Hello?
[Sarah sobbing] Simon, I'm sorry.
-[Daryl snorts] -I'm so, so sorry.
[Simon splutters]
-Sarah? -Is she OK?
[phoneline beeping]
What's wrong?
[panting]
Sarah!
[keys jangling]
Sarah!
[wailing] Sarah, no!
No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
[wailing]
["Touched" by Part Human playing]
[ringing]
Sophie?
Hey, Pia. Detective De Luca wants me to come in tomorrow.
Why?
They have a traffic camera image of the guy who ran Emma Beesly off the road,
so, I don't know, they want me to try and identify him.
So it's a man?
Yeah, that's what he said.
Where are you?
Uh, just out for a drive.
Need to clear my head.
Are you all right?
This morning, I was… I was just, um…
I don't know. I'm…
I'm really sorry, OK?
Sophie, you don't need to explain anything.
I'll talk to you soon.
[beep]
[indistinct conversations outside]
[man] There she is.
[siren wailing in distance]
-[engine stops] -[keys jangle]
[sighs]
I had to get out of Oakland.
I was gonna hit someone. Several people, actually.
How the fuck did you find me?
There are 43 motels in Sacramento. I worked through them from the cheapest.
So pretty fast then, huh?
-I brought beer. -I don't drink.
I do.
[Roshan chuckles]
How are things with Simon Burton?
He has an alibi.
Fishing?
I was looking at his profile.
Couldn't help but notice he posted this picture
on the day that Nick was kidnapped.
But the rest of his feed is all politics
and Nietzsche and…
Rage Against the Machine.
You can scroll for months before you get another selfie.
Yeah, I noticed that, too.
So, you don't drink. What else can we do?
Is there something you'd like to do?
[Roshan sighs]
I'm sorry. I… The department, they would take me off the case.
How would they know?
I would tell them.
-OK, then I'll go. -[beer bottles clinking]
Where are you staying?
[Pia] Um…
I'll get a room.
OK.
[panting]
[boot thuds]
[chuckles]
[Sarah] ♪ Just before our love got lost… ♪
There it is.
[Simon laughs]
♪ I am as constant as a northern star ♪
♪ And I said ♪
♪ Constantly in the darkness ♪
♪ Where's that at? ♪
♪ If you want me I'll be in the bar ♪
[Daryl] What are the odds this Jeremy dude is really an architect from San Jose?
Zero.
His real name won't be Jeremy fucking Wilkerson, either.
[synthpop music playing]
[typing]
OK, here we go.
He's from Oakland.
He's married.
-Oh, but he hates his wife. -[chuckles] Yeah.
Well, that narrows it down to, like, half the population of America.
-He loves women's volleyball. -[scoffs]
Apparently, he was going to take Sarah to an Oakland Lynx game.
Here, give me the computer.
Fuck.
This is him.
[ominous music]
Nick Brewer.
Physical therapist to Oakland Lynx.
[Daryl] Here he comes.
[Daryl] Hey.
Hey, buddy.
[typing]
[Daryl] He's pretty.
She's pretty, too.
-[Nick] Hey. What's going on? -[Daryl] Engine trouble.
-Mind if I use your phone to call AAA? -[sighs]
Rats. I… I didn't charge it this morning.
Bad timing. Sorry.
Welcome to the sixth stage of grief, my friend.
Revenge.
It can't be quick.
Come on, man.
He has to suffer.
[Nick yells]
[bicycle clatters]
[mutters] Shit.
[panting]
[police radio chatter]
Good morning. Can I help you?
[Roshan] Hey.
Going somewhere?
Uh, no. Uh, yes. Sorry. I'm just taking this to Goodwill.
Ah. [inhales sharply] This is Officer Woodburn from the SPD.
-[Woodburn] Hi. -Hi.
We were just wondering if you could come to the station so we can get a statement.
Uh… Yeah.
Uh… [splutters]
I-I'm just… I'm running late for work, so can I… can I do it later?
We'll let them know you're assisting us in an investigation.
[Roshan] Yeah. You can ride with us.
D-Do you mind if I take my own car? It's just I can get myself to work after.
-Of course. -OK.
[Roshan] Follow us.
-Make sure you stay close. -Yes, sir.
[keys jangling]
[police car's engine starts]
[engine starts]
[gearshift engages]
Go, go, go!
[tires screech]
Hey. Um… It's me.
I just wanted to let you know I'm at that Klonis place.
I want to talk to Simon Burton myself.
-So, um, just, uh, give me a call… -[car alarm chirps]
[door opens]
…when you get this.
[Daryl] Call me, man. Now!
[cell phone locks]
[car door slams]
[Daryl sighs]
[grunts]
[Simon panting]
Simon, get on the ground! Get on the ground now!
Fuck!
[Pia sighs]
[Daryl] You're the sister. What are you doing here?
-Let's meet a friend of mine. -Daryl?
-[Daryl] Hey, Billie--
He has a gun! Call the police!
I'll fucking kill you!
[Simon grunts]
[mutters] Oh, fuck.
-Oh, sorry! -Hey!
-Stop! -Stop!
[pedestrians grunt]
[Roshan] Move!
-Move, move, move, move! -[pedestrian] Hey!
[panting]
Fuck.
-[Roshan] Get on the ground! -[Woodburn] On the ground!
[Roshan] On the ground now, Simon!
Put your hands on your head!
Simon, hands!
Hands where… Hands on your head!
Hands on the head.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
[Roshan panting]
Put your hands on your head, man.
Now.
[somber music playing]
[no audible dialogue]
[grunts]
-[Nick slurring] -[Daryl] Hey.
Hey, motherfucker. Party time.
[Nick groans]
[Nick] Who are you?
[sighs, slurring] You guys…
Guys, whatever this is, I fucking promise it's a mistake.
You got the fucking wrong guy.
-Tell that to Maggie Oxley, Jeremy. -Fuck.
-[Nick] Who's Maggie? -It's his sister, asshole!
My fucking friend!
[Nick] Um…
-I don't know his sister. -[Daryl] Shut the fuck up.
-I don't know what you're talking about. -Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
-Write. -[Nick] What do you want me to write?
Did something happen to your sister?
[Nick grunts]
[Simon] Pick up the other one.
Hold it up.
OK, great.
[Simon sighs]
[Simon] Your life…
is officially over.
Satisfied?
[Simon sighs[
Let's take this viral.
Oh, no, no. Come on.
What, the truth hurts too much?
Your sister died? That's what this is about?
-How did she die? -Hold up the sign.
It won't be a bang on the head, it will be a bullet.
Please, don't do this. There has to be an explanation.
Hold up the sign or we won't wait for five million.
I don't know your sister, you have to believe me!
I didn't touch her. I didn't kill her!
-No, you just helped her kill herself! -What?
What the fuck do you mean? You fucking know!
[Nick groans]
It's time for everyone to see what kind of asshole you are.
Hold up the fucking sign!
[Nick sobbing]
OK.
Three, two, one.
Action.
-[Daryl] 3,580,224? -[typing]
We're gonna be at five million before we know it.
[Nick hesitates]
What evidence do you have? Huh?
What makes you think I had something to do with her death?
Will you show me some proof?
That's like a last request, isn't it?
[sighs] I mean…
That's not me. I didn't make that profile.
What else? Dog ate your homework?
I've never even had a dating profile. I have a wife and two kids.
Yeah, we know! OK? You have two teenage boys, a beautiful wife.
-Right? -Yes. Yes.
Pity she was fucking somebody else, right? Right?
-[Nick splutters] -My sister, she kept a journal.
She wrote down every fucking story you fed her.
Honestly, I don't know your sister.
Come on! Could you stop this?
We know!
Look!
Look. That's you.
That's you and her.
-That is not me. That's fake. -[Simon] Oh, fuck you. Fuck you!
-Simon? Your name is Simon. -Don't you use my name.
-Look, Simon-- -Don't use my name!
That picture, that profile, that's fake. Someone else did that.
You're gonna die today, pervert, and Sarah is finally gonna rest in peace.
You get that, don't you?
[police radio chatter]
[door closes]
You've been advised of your rights.
Now, tell me about you and Nick Brewer.
OK.
You can start talking or we can sit here all night.
[knocking on door]
Detective? She's here.
All right, thanks.
[Roshan sighs]
I'll be right back.
[door opens]
[door closes]
You said your sister killed herself, Simon.
So did my father.
I know what you're trying to do. It's not gonna work.
[sighs] It's true.
He killed himself when my sister and I were kids.
We found him and…
[breathing shakily]
Fucked us up.
I know how you feel.
I've been carrying around the same shit my whole life.
The guilt, the anger at the world and everyone in it.
[Simon scoffs]
I know you think what happened to your sister's your fault, but it's not.
I think it was your fault.
[sighs] No.
[sighs]
I'm asking you…
as a brother, don't do this to Pia, my sister.
She's my best friend. I'm all she has.
Simon, th-that photo you showed me…
The one that you said is of me and Sarah, it had to be Photoshopped,
because I-I know that photo.
It's… It's of me and Sophie, my wife.
We were on vacation in Maui.
Just look.
Just look for any inconsistencies.
The lighting, the color, the… [splutters]
Th-The horizon doesn't even line up.
Y-You know I'm right. And you're not a killer.
[shutter opening]
-[Daryl] Just over four million, man. -Wow.
We're in the home stretch.
You know, I'm feeling kind of excited. That's normal, right?
-[lighter clicks] -Good times.
[shutter slams]
[indistinct conversations]
[approaching footsteps]
Pia, I told you to go home.
Did he confess?
He waived his right to a lawyer, but he isn't saying anything.
He'll be transferred to the county jail tonight.
You OK?
Better than the other guy.
I'll drive you home. An officer will bring your car.
You good to wait here?
Yeah.
[Roshan] Your buddy Daryl is being interviewed down the hall.
He's had a lot to say.
Especially because that third sign was in his handwriting.
Simon…
He says you killed Nick Brewer.
He says it was your idea…
and he saw you do it.
If you want to talk, now is the time.
I want to speak to the sister.
I want to speak to Pia.
You let me do that and I'll tell you everything.
[indistinct conversations]
[Pia] Hey. Um…
I'm at the Oakland PD now.
Uh…
Roshan's in the interrogation room with the brother.
But they think they got the accomplice, too.
[Pia] Sophie?
You hear what I'm saying, Sophie?
Yeah, I heard.
They think they got him.
What would you have done if that was your sister?
I don't understand.
Nothing. I-I'm… [sighs]
I'm glad it's over, that's all.
-[Pia splutters] -[approaching footsteps]
I have to go.
[cell phone locks]
[breathing heavily]
[panting]
[yelling]
[panting]
Mom. Mom.
Mom, it's OK.
It's OK.
He wants to talk to you.
Why?
He says he'll give a full statement, but first he wants to talk to you.
It's your call.
[indistinct conversations]
[Roshan] It's gonna be OK.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[chair slides back]
You probably think you did something noble, right?
Avenging your sister.
You probably think…
it was a hero.
The thing is…
your sister…
she's still dead…
and you…
will never talk to her again.
You'll never hug her.
You'll never laugh with her.
All the memories that only you and she had…
Those are yours alone now.
She's gone.
[sighs] So…
What did you do?
What did you accomplish?
[counter ticking]
[Daryl] Holy shit.
Dude, we're gonna be famous.
It's showtime.
Yeah.
All right.
[shutter opening]
[Daryl grunts]
[Daryl] Shoot him! Simon, shoot him!
He's seen our fucking faces, Simon!
What the fuck, Simon? Get him!
Simon!
[Nick grunts]
[Nick coughs]
You let me go. Why are you chasing me?
You were right.
Whoever did this had access to my photos, they knew my life, my marriage.
I only told one person about my wife's affair.
[Daryl] Simon! Shit.
-Fuck! -Please, let me go.
I swear, I will track down whoever did this to your sister
and I will fucking make them pay!
I will drag them to the police, I promise!
[Daryl] Shit. Simon!
Please.
I made a mistake.
[inhales shakily]
I got the wrong guy.
[sobbing] I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[Simon sighs]
Who killed him?
-I don't know. -[Roshan] Yes, you do.
You did it.
Those signs were your confession.
[Simon] I let him go.
The last time I saw him, he was running away.
I'm telling you the truth.
I let him go.
Pia.
[Pia sighs]
[departing footsteps]
[door closes]
[Roshan] Don't jump to any conclusions. This guy's not interested in the truth.
He's interested in saving his own ass. He made a death threat, remember?
What if he isn't lying?
What if he really did let Nick go?
What if someone else killed Nick?
[indistinct conversations]
[stifled sobbing]
[sighs]
[Sarah] ♪ Just before our love got lost you said ♪
♪ I am as constant as a northern star ♪
♪ And I said ♪
♪ Constantly in the darkness ♪
♪ Where's that at? ♪
♪ If you want me I'll be in the bar ♪
♪ On the back of a cartoon coaster ♪
♪ In the blue TV screen light ♪
♪ I drew a map of Canada ♪
♪ Oh, Canada ♪
[ominous music playing]
[panting]
[cell phone chimes]
AL_2005: ANY NEWS?
ETHAN_B: LOOKS LIKE THEY CAUGHT THE GUY WHO DID IT
ETHAN_B: THANKS FOR BEING THERE FOR ME
AL_2005: YOU CAN COUNT ON ME
AL_2005: I'M GOOD AT KEEPING SECRETS