[Ezra] Mommy?
My tummy hurts.
- Mommy? - [gasps] Huh?
- What time is it? - I don't want to go to school.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Oh. [exhales sharply]
Ezra, go.
You need to get dressed and get some breakfast in you
before Grandma gets here, okay? Mama has class.
Shit.
[grunts]
[Popeye chuckling, chattering on television]
Why aren't you dressed?
- What are you eating? - [Rya's mother] Hi.
- Morning. - [exhales sharply]
You can't believe the train today. Where are all these people going?
Hey. What's going on?
Why isn't he dressed?
What is he eating?
- My tummy hurts. - Oh, baby.
No, don't "oh, baby" him, Mom. He needs to get dressed.
He needs to go to school.
- It's psychosomatic. - My tummy--
Well, it's not like he doesn't have a good reason.
Don't you dare start with me this morning.
Do not go talking to me like that.
I don't wanna go!
[shouting] Goddamn it, Ezra!
What are you doing?
Who do you think you are?
I want my daddy.
I've got you. Granny's here, honey.
Go to work.
- It's all right, sweetheart. It's okay. - All right.
[Rya's mother] It's all right, honey. Granny's here.
- He has to go to school. - I'll bring him. Don't be late again.
Hey, honey. Wanna give me a hug?
[passerby] Dr. Goodwin!
Dean Hughs. I didn't see you there.
[grunts] I feel as if you've been avoiding me
ever since we failed to support your grant.
Rya, you're a great teacher. If any one of you deserves tenure--
Any one of us? A woman, you mean?
Well, that's not what I mean,
but since we're still technically a men's university--
Women can't teach men? I'm pretty sure that's mostly what we do.
Fair, but in this matter, you are running behind.
Anorexia has already been included in the DSM.
One form of it.
- All right, we've been over this. - Anorexia is not just a single disorder.
Bulimia has its very own unique condition--
I know you are passionate about this
but Sam Wilkes has also applied for a grant
which is essentially splitting hairs, and he's got--
- Testicles. - Seniority.
I'm very sorry, Rya, but if you want the department to support your grant,
you're going to have to find something else. Okay?
- It seems we're both late to class. - [bell tolling]
[Rya] Trauma is the closest thing we have to time travel.
The moment of trauma is imprinted on our minds,
indelible ink on paper.
But unlike ink, trauma doesn't fade over time.
When activated by an event or a sense or memory,
the sufferer is transported back to the very moment of psychic injury.
Imagine the army medic who comes upon a village massacre.
All around him are the screams of orphaned children,
the smell of burning bodies.
The experience is overwhelming.
He must escape, but he can't because he has a job to do.
This dialectic causes a dissociation from reality.
But psychic flight has a cost.
Memory remains, like rot beneath the bark of a tree.
Our medic has now returned home.
He tries not to think about that village as he goes about his daily life.
He attends a neighborhood barbecue.
But local children's play now sounds like death screams.
The meat on the grill is indistinguishable from burning bodies.
He can't stay.
His trauma has made the barbecue intolerable.
And over time,
it will invade all of his experiences until his world becomes unlivable.
Remember, most trauma sufferers are reexperiencing
real events that we cannot see.
What we call disorder is, for them,
a very reasonable way of escaping actual horror.
To put it bluntly,
they would be crazy not to be crazy.
Thank you, everybody. I'll see you next week.
[students murmuring]
Criminal Psychology is down the hall, Detective.
It's more your speed.
Well, word on the street is you're the best academia has to offer, so,
I don't know, thought I'd come by and see what all the fuss was about.
Matty, I'm flattered. I really am. I had a good time.
But I meant what I said. I'm-I'm going through a divorce.
- I can't be in anything serious right now. - Whoa, whoa.
Easy there, tiger. That's not why I'm here.
Trust me. I can take no for an answer,
even though you're obviously making a huge mistake.
Well, mistakes are my forte, so...
Just wanted to bring you this.
We brought in a kid last night.
Multiple counts of attempted homicide.
There might be something in there that interests you.
That's why you came here?
Yeah. What?
You think I'd do all this just to get back in bed with you?
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Okay, well, that's a fair point.
But you said that you needed a real wacko for a case study
- or else you were gonna lose your job. - Is that what you heard?
I was a little bit distracted.
- [scoffs] - Look. Hey, we got a real psycho here.
[Frank] There's bullets flying, glass everywhere, winged one guy.
This lady took one in the leg.
Kid's just a little good luck shy of a murder charge.
Wait, I read this in the paper last week. I thought the shooter went missing.
Well, we got him.
- There's no history here. - Well, there's no prints in the system.
And he won't give up his last name.
Says it wouldn't serve.
It's not good for the cause. Can you believe that?
We had some shitty blow-up of his face going around.
Someone spotted him getting a cab at JFK.
Took him to a run-down boardinghouse upstate.
Elm Road in Elm Ridge. [chuckles] Can't make that shit up.
And ConEd says that all the bills are in some Israeli guy's name.
They're always mailed in cash. There's no sign of him.
What about the girl, Ariana? That's a pretty name.
There's no sign of her either.
I'm thinking that he offed her and the landlord.
- Well, we know he's happy with a gun. - Why?
You gotta meet him. [stammers] You'll see.
The kid is weird, sure. But, you know, maybe he's just high as a kite.
- No. There's something in his eyes. - Now who's the crazy one?
No, i-i-it's in the way he talked in the interview. His diction.
- His word choice. - His word choice? [chuckles]
Lady, you must be a true cyclone in the sack.
[chuckles]
Look, he goes where he can get the most attention.
He changes the way he talks. He doesn't show any remorse.
That's what a psycho does.
This is what happens when your partner reads one book on serial killers.
[Matty sighs]
So, come on, what do you think? Is he one?
It's not that simple.
There are a number of dispositive factors that I'm not seeing.
And the nature of the crime is inconsistent with his--
Or crimes.
There's blood on the floor of the house. There's signs of a struggle,
- and there's a bullet hole in the glass. - Circumstantial.
Yeah, but what if he is? What if we caught one?
Did he tell you what he was doing firing a gun at Rockefeller Center?
Uh, yeah, he said him and the girl wanted to scare someone.
- Who? - Won't say. Says, "It wouldn't serve."
Huh.
So, what do you think? This is what you do, Professor.
- Let me take a look. - Yeah?
Why not?
- You all right? - Yeah.
Okay.
[accused] Whoa. What up, sis?
Hello, Danny. [sighs] I'm Dr. Goodwin, but you can call me Rya.
To, uh, what do I owe the pleasure?
- Sit up. - [grunts]
[Matty] Hands.
- Whoa. - Okay. Hey, hey. Hey, relax.
[handcuffs clicking]
[table rattling]
Be right outside.
- [Danny inhales sharply] - [door closes]
How are you?
What are we doing here today, ma'am?
Why the cuffs? I hate cuffs.
Do you know why you're here?
Do you?
Let's start with something simpler.
Why don't you tell me your last name?
I don't think any of this is what Jack had in mind.
Who's Jack?
I give up. Who's Jack?
Danny, if you talk to me, I might be able to help you.
Wait, you can get me out of here? I don't much like being locked up.
I get it.
I shouldn't really be in here anyway. Ariana was the one that did the shooting.
Ariana?
Where is Ariana? Because the cops can't seem to find her.
They won't find her either.
Why is that?
I'm starting to think that you're not actually here to help me.
How can I help you, Danny?
Get me out of here.
[sighs]
Can I tell you a secret?
Sure.
- I can get myself out. [chuckles] - [handcuffs clicking]
Matty!
- [Danny] Whoa, whoa! It's a joke. - What the fuck?
- [chuckles] Oh, shit. Okay, whoa, whoa. - What the fuck?
[Frank] All right. Hands behind your back, kid.
[chuckles] A little heavy-handed, don't you think, Frank?
Hey, Doc. [chuckles] Absolute pleasure.
I'll be seeing ya. [grunts, chuckles]
- [Frank] Just keep it moving. Shut up. - [Danny grunts]
[Frank] Let's go.
[Matty] Sorry about those cuffs. They must've been faulty.
It startled me, is all.
He wasn't anything like that in the interview, I swear.
He said something about somebody named Jack.
Yeah. In the interview, too. "Jack says it's time to face the music,"
or something. I ask him, "Who's Jack?" He just clams right up.
- Same. - Yeah.
Ah.
He's playing us. I mean, they can do that, right?
He's magnetic for sure.
That could be a sign of psychosis.
- He's erratic. A little bit spooky. - Mmm. [scoffs, chuckles]
But I still think Frank might be right.
No. Oh, my God. How I hate those words.
Maybe he just needs to detox. Give him a few days to come down.
You-You'll have a better idea of what you've got.
Not for you, huh?
Matty, I appreciate you trying to help me. I do.
Appreciate it enough to have dinner?
- No. - Okay.
Well, if you change your mind, you know, about the kid--
- Yep. - Mmm.
- Thanks, Matty. I'll see you around. - Sure. Yeah, yeah.
[door closes]
[sighs]
I'm sorry.
A little late is not two and a half hours.
Yeah. I said I'm sorry.
[Rya's mother] Me? It doesn't matter.
Him? A little consistency, maybe. Does it occur?
Sit down to a meal together?
[sighs]
It's cold.
Could you grab some wine from the fridge--
You don't need wine.
It's good.
He talked to his father.
[scoffs, chuckles]
- Goddamn it, Mom. It's not his night. - Don't use that tone with me, young lady.
You weren't here. He wanted to talk to him, so I let him.
I have to be able to do this without him.
Then be here to do it, Rya.
[sighs]
I get that he's angry.
I do.
But he won't talk to me. He won't kiss me good night.
He used to sleep between us in our bed.
And when I hear him crying,
I'll go to him and he won't even come back with me.
So what am I supposed to do?
What we all do, I guess.
What's that?
Keep loving you no matter how hard you make it.
Is there a choice?
You should've been the shrink, Mom.
Oh, I know.
- [chuckles, sniffs] - [chuckles]
- [Rya] Thank you. - [cab driver] Thank you.
[sighs]
[Greg] What's going on with tenure?
Martin said your grant proposal was rejected.
Why are you talking to Martin about my grant?
I was head of the department. We talk.
Wh-- Jesus, Greg.
Rya, listen to me.
You're a hell of an intuitive therapist.
One of the best I've ever seen. And I've seen a bunch.
But your obsession with clinical outliers is going to kill your career.
Not everything has to be a novel diagnosis.
Please don't lecture me. We are not in class anymore, Greg.
Do something mainstream.
Tell Martin you want to focus on behavior mod.
Behavior mod?
Or learning theory. There's money there.
- [sighs] - I could talk to him.
Literally over my cold, dead body.
[inhales sharply]
Has it occurred to you that this desire to distinguish yourself
by validating the most extreme cases
- stems from your own insecurities... - D--
...rather than a sincere desire to help the patient?
How are they incompatible?
What, you don't-- you don't want to be heralded for the work that you do?
Or is enlightened self-interest just a man's prerogative?
You've been reading too much Ms. Magazine.
I think that's another way of you not wanting to tell me that I'm right.
No, better with the horseradish.
Oof! I mea-- You can quote a 20-year-old medical journal,
but you cannot remember that I'm allergic to horseradish?
[Greg] Not liking and being allergic? Two different things.
And another?
A gin martini for me and a vodka tonic with a lime and two maraschino cherries.
- I do remember some things. - [Rya chuckles]
Please don't call him when it's not your night.
He called me.
Technically your mother called me and put him on the phone.
Nevertheless, I'm what he's got now,
and he's gonna have to make do with that despite my shortcomings.
Rya, that's not very therapeutic.
Well, I'm not his therapist, I'm his mother.
And when it comes to shortcomings, God knows we've all had to deal with yours.
You know, Rya... [stammers] ...it's challenging with you.
[chuckles]
So hot and cold in so many ways. [sighs]
[Rya chuckles]
Never know who you're gonna get.
[characters chattering on television]
[chattering continues]
Fuck.
[Rya] What if I present a case where I can prove the diagnosis is real?
Why look for the most obscure conditions possible?
Jesus, Martin! That's the whole point.
It's because they're obscure.
No one helps them because they're told that
what they're going through isn't real
and what they're feeling doesn't matter,
because there's no diagnostic code for them in this book.
[Martin] Rya, you don't have anything to prove.
Please don't be condescending.
I have at least 15 more years of my son's tuition to take care of.
I need tenure.
And you and I both know that I'm not gonna get it
unless I publish another article.
If I show veracity of the diagnosis, will the department support a grant?
If you verify the diagnosis, yes, I will support the grant.
Hell, I will support a dedicated chair with your name on it.
[radio presenter] This is WABC AM 770.
Coming from the White House with a special report.
[Jimmy Carter] It's a simple matter of common sense
for us to do everything we possibly can to reduce our vulnerability.
We must be prepared for the worst.
We must make certain that gasoline can be distributed promptly and fairly
in case of an emergency.
[speech continues indistinctly]
Hello?
[clattering]
- [bird caws] - [yelps]
[Candy] Do you know where Danny is?
You know Danny?
He's my son.
[stammers] Is something wrong?
Did something happen to him?
Is there somewhere where we could talk?
- [Rya] Yeah, that's him. - [Candy stammers] How can he be in jail?
Was Danny a twin?
That's Adam.
He's been gone a long time.
What happened to him?
A psychologist, you said?
- Trying to help him out? - Yeah, I'd like to.
Let's sit outside.
Thank you.
Even before everything with Adam,
he was very sensitive.
And then they kicked him out of school.
Why?
[chuckles]
Drugs and fighting.
There were both.
You know, he was always so bright. [chuckles]
He was like a light, that kid.
And the imagination.
But things just didn't turn out.
Me and men. [chuckles]
That's all.
May I ask how he-- he ended up living across the street?
Him and my husband, they didn't see eye to eye.
But my husband doesn't see eye to eye with much of anyone.
So he moved in there a couple years ago.
And I figured, "What's the harm," right?
Least I can keep an eye on him.
And then one day he's just gone.
But attempted murder?
That's not my Danny.
Do you know who lived with him across the street?
I don't know who was full-time.
There was a girl there a lot. People come and go.
So what? Is he going to prison?
I hope not.
Candy, you said he was sensitive.
Would you say that he was moody as a child?
Depressed? Quick to react?
Did his moodiness increase around everything that happened with Adam?
Like I said, he was always different.
No crime in that.
No, there isn't. No.
I'd like to ask you something.
It's a difficult question, but I think it'd be very helpful in helping him.
Did anything ever happen to Danny as a boy?
What kind of thing?
When you mentioned that you don't have much luck with men,
- what did you mean by that? - It's my fucking fault now?
- No, that's not what I'm saying at all. - What did he say happened?
Nothing.
I'm just trying to better understand him.
I don't know what people do.
You know what everybody does? All the people who come to see you?
- No. - No, 'cause people do things
they don't look like they're capable of.
Candy--
I gotta go. I'm gonna be late for work, to the hospital.
Tell him I'm gonna come see him.
- Candy, I'm not even his doctor yet. - Just leave your cup.
- [typewriter keys clacking] - [characters chattering on television]
Ezra, it's ten o'clock. You need to go to bed.
[television audience laughs]
[inhales sharply, sighs]
[characters chattering on television]
[television dialogue continues indistinctly]
- [Rya] I need to talk to Danny again. - [Matty] You can't.
He's been processed already. He's on his way to Rikers this afternoon.
Legal Aid says he gets no visitors until he gets there.
- I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. - Dinner tonight, no sex.
I need to see him.
[groans] You are a piece of work. All right. Come on.
- [Rya] Hello again. - [chuckles]
You remember me?
Face like that, who'd forget?
You mentioned someone named Jack the other day.
- Yeah, what about him? - I was wondering if I could talk to him.
Do you think you could give him a message from me?
[chuckles] How?
I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm locked up in jail here.
Oh, I just thought that maybe you can.
[inhales sharply]
Say you can.
Say I can...
hypothetically.
- If you can-- - Uh-huh.
Could you tell him that I just wanna talk to him?
- Yeah. - I just wanna help.
Sure. Done.
[laughing]
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Hey, they say I'm going to Rikers Island.
Is it really that bad?
Not too bad. [sighs]
It looks like you think it's pretty bad. [chuckles]
Anyway, thanks for coming to see me.
Of course.
[doorbell ringing]
[Rya] This is not a date.
Yeah... [stammers] "...Bring a pepperoni and sausage pizza to my house,
because my kid's upstairs asleep," didn't exactly scream romance.
Did you get extra cheese?
I went to that old boardinghouse where he was living.
- Define "went to." - Went into.
Did somebody let you in at least?
The door was unlocked. Does that help?
- No. That's breaking and entering. - Oops.
How did you even find that place?
The boardinghouse was on Elm Road in Elm Ridge, remember?
- Hey, hey. What are you doing, Rya? - I found his mother.
I'm sorry?
His name is Danny Sullivan, and that's her address.
I also found this in the fireplace.
[Rya] Do you recognize her?
That's the girl from Rockefeller Center. At least if the description is accurate.
Do you think--
Do you think these are all victims?
Maybe.
But not this guy.
The style of this drawing is disorganized.
And this image is repeated throughout this book again and again.
Okay, who am I looking at here?
Well, that's Big Ben-- That tower behind him.
[Matty] Right.
[Rya] These glasses are just like the ones I found in the house.
You didn't happen to steal those too, did you?
Maybe that's Jack.
Jack? Jack. [grunts]
The one who told the kid not to give his name.
- That it wasn't-- It wouldn't serve. - Right. So... [stammers]
You think this guy's, like, an accomplice?
Well, you said that Danny's diction and his speech pattern
was different the first time you interviewed him.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Would you say that he had an English accent?
Not all the way through.
But, yeah, sometimes, actually, now that you mention it.
What if...
Danny is Jack?
Excuse me?
What if Danny has a split personality?
Oh, come on.
Matty, you were right about Danny.
Something about him just stays with me.
His affect was labile and fluid.
Call it a clinical intuition or a hunch, but something's off about him.
What if Danny has another personality named Jack?
One who maybe does things for him.
Oh, he does things for him? Like kill people?
- [shushes] - I'm sorry.
Like, maybe, kill a lot of people?
Maybe he's unaware of his actions when he's Jack.
Or he thinks somebody else is doing them.
- You're serious. - Matty, if I'm right,
Danny may be innocent.
How the hell does that work exactly?
Because it's his other personality who's the criminal.
Right. Good luck telling that to a jury.
- Okay. - Or--
Or your tenure committee.
That would be a validation of the condition, yes.
And you get a big, fat grant.
And I'd help a lot of people.
Okay, okay. Look. Just say--
[chuckles] Say he's got the split personality thing.
What then?
Well, the first person you'd have to convince is him.
Mmm.
And if he's not aware of his condition, and somebody tells him before he's ready,
he's likely to have a breakdown.
So he needs to trust somebody first.
- Trust? - Mm-hmm.
It's as simple as that?
No. And also, yes.
And that person is gonna be you?
That person's gonna be me.
And how are you gonna do that exactly?
You're gonna give me the name of his Legal Aid lawyer,
and I'm gonna go and try to talk to Jack.
[people chattering]
- [phone ringing] - [typewriters clacking]
[Rya] Hi, Stan Camisa?
No, not today, okay? Docket's full.
I'm here about Danny Sullivan, the Rockefeller Center shooter?
- What about him? - My name is Rya Goodwin.
I'm a psychologist.
Detective Doyle brought me in on a consult,
and I believe that your client is suffering from a rare mental disorder.
Oh, yeah. That kid's a wack job.
Um-- You know... [stammers]
- ...those terms aren't very helpful. - Forgive me.
Having met with Danny,
- it is my professional opinion... - [sighs]
...that he has a split personality.
Wait.
That's the Sally Field thing?
Sybil?
Yeah, it's about a woman with the same condition.
You're kidding, right?
Is this a gag?
What? You want one?
Mr. Camisa, your client is sick
and he needs to be in a hospital, not a jail.
- What do you want me to do about it? - You're his lawyer.
Same question.
Isn't it your job to help your client?
Um-- [clears throat]
My job is to act in the client's best interest.
And when they are surrounded by witnesses
while committing the actual crime, their best interest is to plead guilty.
- Can't you just argue that he's sick? - They send people to jail with cancer.
You think they're gonna let this kid off because he talks in funny voices?
Yeah, I read his case file.
You know, it being my job and all.
Do you know where this condition comes from?
Um, the funny papers, maybe.
Multiple personality results almost solely
from extreme, often ongoing, sexual abuse in early childhood.
I've met this kid. Whatever you do or do not believe about him,
I can tell you one thing, he's not gonna last five minutes upstate.
It's a dice roll he even makes it through Rikers alive.
Maybe I find out that he is sick,
maybe I just get a sob story that you can plead his case on.
But I do need to talk to him, okay?
I need a few sessions with him. You can make that happen.
Or you can let me walk out of here right now, and...
one day very soon you will wake up with this kid's blood all over your hands,
and you can drip that in your fucking egg salad.
[chuckles]
Wow.
You married?
Divorced.
[scoffs]
[sighs deeply]
Okay.
If you make my life harder in even the smallest way, we're done.
His hearing's in about a month.
Xerox in the back. It takes quarters.
[exhales sharply]
You can take the cuffs off, please.
[handcuffs clanging]
Hello.
Would you like to sit down?
I brought you some new clothes.
[sighs deeply]
[in British accent] Fresh air.
It's been a few days since I've had some fresh air. [chuckles]
How are you feeling today?
Quite well.
Although I don't think you're that kind of doctor.
Are you, Doctor?
Show me a sane man, and I will cure him for you.
Carl Jung.
I always preferred him to Freud.
I didn't notice your accent last time we spoke.
Are you English?
I like to consider myself a citizen of the world.
I was hoping to get a better sense of the case.
Biographical details. Family history.
[exhales deeply] Don't you find all of that
"tell me about your childhood" nonsense rather tedious?
I know that I do. No offense.
None taken. I just thought that it might help the defense
give context to what happened in Midtown.
Well, the two of them are just misguided children.
And no one was seriously hurt, correct?
The two of them? [stammers] Obviously you're very smart,
so I can only assume that you...
[inhales sharply] ...wanted me to catch that.
You're not Danny, are you?
Are you sure we're not on the wrong sides of the desk, Doctor?
I'm not sure how to say this to you, but you do sound rather mad.
Jack?
At your service.
Where's Danny?
He's here.
He's asleep, but he's here.
And before you try to convince me
that this is some sort of psychological condition,
let me assure you that I am very real.
How is that possible?
Do you understand quantum entanglement?
I'm not familiar with it, no.
It's an emerging theory in particle physics.
Suggests that separation is not what we believe it to be.
The idea that two particles can share characteristics
without being at the same point in space-time. [chuckles]
I assume you are not an expert in the sciences.
No, I'm not.
But I-- I do know that Danny needs help.
And I want to help him.
And I think that if I can, I might be able to get him out of here.
Well, that would be useful.
I just need to talk to him.
Unfortunately, my dear, I don't think that that would serve.
Why?
Danny's in trouble, Jack. He desperately needs help.
Do forgive me for my immodesty,
but that's what guardian angels are for, wouldn't you say?
[chuckles]
I'll consider your request.
Jack. Jack.
- Thank you for the clothes. - We still have more time.
You're not doing Danny any favors.
- Guard. - [door opening]
Are you aware that these sessions are strictly voluntary?
Be seeing you.
[door closes]
[doorbell ringing]
[knocking]
- Hey. - Hi.
- Hey. - Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah. No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to come by so late.
I just-- I got something that you gotta see.
Um, Rya, I--
Look, I thought you were on the right path with the Sullivan kid.
You remember that thing he said to you
about how you're never gonna find the girl?
You can count on that.
[sighs]
All right.
After you see that. Call me.
[gunshots]
Thank you for agreeing to meet with me again.
- Well, I was in the neighborhood. - I'm still hoping to talk to Danny.
So you've said.
What is it exactly that... [sighs] ...you are so desperate to talk about?
You said you preferred Jung to Freud.
Jung would say that you can't live without understanding your shadow.
I've been doing some reading myself.
People who share a body can have a keen survival instinct.
Almost a sixth sense about others.
[sighs]
Look at me.
Really look at me and tell me if you think...
that I'd wanna hurt Danny.
You are somewhat selfish.
And somewhat lost.
But no.
In fact, you are much the opposite.
You said you were his guardian angel?
He has got to understand his own past.
It's the best way that I can prepare him for trial.
It's the best way that I can get him and you out of here.
You and I want the same thing. We want to help Danny.
But I cannot do it if I can't talk to him.
[exhales sharply]
Okay.
I'm asking you to be gentle.
He doesn't really know about us.
Us?
How many of you are there, Jack?
[in American accent] Where am I? [breathes shakily]
[breathes shakily] Where am I?
Danny?
[breathes shakily] Who are you?
I would like to leave now.
Danny, you're in jail. You're at Rikers Island.
And my name is Rya.
[breathing shakily]
And I'm here to help you.
Okay? I'm--
[stammers] Do you know why you're here, Danny?
Yes. Because of what happened with Ariana.
That's good. [chuckles]
I have these blank spots. [clears throat]
It happens to me sometimes, but-- but not like this.
This is different. [stammers]
You're okay.
We don't have to talk right now.
Danny, we can just sit here.
Is that okay?
[inhales shakily] Mmm. [sniffles]
And maybe...
[inhales, exhales sharply]
- [sniffles] - ...take a few breaths.
- [breathing deeply] - [inhales deeply, exhales shakily]
[sniffles]
[Danny sniffles, breathes shakily]
Are you hungry?
What?
- Would you like something to eat? - [sniffles]
Good.
[sniffles]
[Rya] How long were you living there?
A couple of years.
[Rya] Is it possible that you did things that maybe you don't remember?
[Danny] What are you writing?
Please go on. You were telling me about Ariana.
Thank you.
[Rya] Rockefeller Center was her idea, right?
[Danny] Why do you keep asking me that?
Danny, are you really willing to take the blame for this?
I guess my stepfather thought that I was trouble.
Why? What did you do that was trouble?
I'm gonna ask you again.
Don't you think it's time we talk about what happened to Adam?
What are you not telling me?
What happened to Yitzhak? What are you not telling yourself?
Where did they all go? You assaulted someone...
No, Jonny assaulted someone.
- ...to steal a gun. - [Danny] I did not shoot anybody.
- Why London? - Isn't it obvious?
[Rya] An Israeli expat.
An American girl. British businessman.
- Oh, and your father. - They're all in this together.
Is it possible you had reached a limit?
I'm done.
I think it's time he knows the truth.
[keys jingling]
[door closes]
I got eggs so at least there's something here in the morning.
- Really? - You know, I'm almost 40, Mom.
Old people aren't alcoholics?
That is insulting in so many ways.
So, where's Ezra?
Shit. I said I would go up and read to him.
What is this thing?
You can't even pay attention to your own son.
This thing is a patient.
A boy.
Someone hurt him terribly, and so I need to get him to talk about it.
Maybe a little more attention at home
- and a little less-- - Mom.
So what happened to him?
If I'm right, I wouldn't wanna talk about it either.
[parent] So use the turtle.
- Sorry? - The turtle.
When you were little you could never talk about your feelings.
[chuckles] The irony is not lost on me.
So your father would ask you, "How's the turtle?"
The stuffed one he gave you. You don't remember?
No.
You would say the turtle is angry about this,
or the turtle is sad about that.
- Marvin. - Mortimer.
He wasn't all bad, your father. Just mostly.
No. Not all bad.
Marty.
- Mortimer. - [chuckles] Whatever.
He's a turtle. [chuckles]
Go read to him.
Okay.
- [Ezra] Mommy. - [Rya] Coming, baby.
[Rya] Danny how about we go further back?
Uh, how about we...
How about we talk about...
you, when you were a little boy?
What about it?
Can you tell me about the good times?
Let's start with-- with Adam.
You were twins, right?
"Joined at the hip" is what my mom used to say.
So tell me about Adam.
Well, what do you wanna know?
Can you tell me a happy memory?
We were in grade school. My brother and I.
It was summer, the tail end. You know, when school's back.
[speaking indistinctly]
Adam always had my back. You know.
I really miss him.
Well... [stammers] ...what happened to him?
Could you tell me about it?
I don't want to-- I-- I don't want-- I don't--
It's okay.
Well, I have a hunch.
Did he do something for you?
Something that was very hard?
Something only a brother would do.
Did it have to do with Marlin?
Danny... [sighs]
...it's really important that you try and tell me.
And we can stop at anytime.
But it's important that you-you try.
[Danny] Okay.
We were in the car.
I was sitting in the front.
Adam in the back.
We had no idea where we were going.
Marlin used to own a barn.
And he would take us there.
["Let It Be" playing]
But he would only ever take Adam inside.
[crying]