King (2011) s02e09 Episode Script

1 How you doing? What'd you want to see me for? Whooee, right to it, sister? It's cold, it's early, and I'm not your sister.
What do you want? I know something.
You're gonna want to know.
It'll be worth a lot to you.
Tell me what you know, I'll tell you what it's worth.
I worked in a hospital, my last stretch in the joint.
Just got out six weeks ago.
Good for you.
Pete Seider was in there.
Got cancer.
- Good for him.
- That's harsh.
Anyways, he, uh, he would talk at night you know, the morphine? Losing the feeling in my toes.
Seider told me he lied about your brother, Tyrone.
- Lied how? In court? - Yeah, figured he'd get some kind of consideration when it came to his sentencing.
Tyrone never said he killed that kid.
Seider never heard him confess; just made it up.
- Is Seider still in prison? - No.
No, you could say he's out too.
Died last month.
So? What's this? Get yourself a hat.
You don't give a damn about your own brother? That's cold! - Sorry.
Crazy morning.
You are the - Miscarriage.
Test results.
Platelet antigen genotyping.
Did I explain this to you last time you were in? Antigen? I don't I'm sorry, we've had so many tests.
Seriously, there is less blood work done at a murder scene.
My wife works Homicide, so she knows a lot about blood.
- Do you know what platelets are? - Very small plates? Platelets are cells that assist clotting.
There's a very rare type of platelet found in less than 2% of the population.
You have it.
Good rare or bad rare? Unfortunately, your platelets are incompatible with your husband's.
- Danny and I are incompatible? - Your platelets are, yes.
But we look so good together.
In the majority of cases, your body won't recognize the platelets of any foetus conceived by you and your husband.
- So what does that mean? - Your wife's system will generate antibodies to attack the foetus' platelets and cause haemorrhaging.
My body will attack my own baby? It's called neonatal alloimmune thrombocytopenia.
- Try saying that three times fast.
- NAIT for short.
There's treatment, right? It exists.
It's somewhat invasive.
There are steroids, uh, perhaps in utero blood transfusions.
But your chances of a healthy pregnancy are still not good.
I have literature that outlines the risks.
At this point, you may want to consider other options.
Let me know if you have any questions.
Thanks.
Thanks.
- That was fun.
- Jess.
Medical science has declared us incompatible.
How cool was that? Well, she said there was treatment, though, right? Yeah, "somewhat invasive".
That's code, Danny, for "This ain't gonna be pretty".
Well, there's no harm in checking it out.
- No harm for you.
- OK, w Jess.
Let's go grab a coffee or something.
Doc said "other options".
That's code too, Danny, for "moving on".
OK, Jess, I think we just need to let this sink in, you know, before we I'm gonna let it sink in later.
Morning.
Peameal, cheddar, black.
Thank you.
- Peameal, double-double.
- Thanks.
Wholewheat, no butter, no mayo, cucumber, lettuce, wheatgrass.
- Thank you.
- Are we sure he's Canadian? Embrace the inevitable, Spears.
I mean a meatless future, the one where crippling carbon emissions from indusririal farming is replaced with clean, fresh, sustainable agriculture.
You got a minute? OK.
You know about my brother.
What brother? He's doing 15 years for second-degree.
Well, this morning an ex-con told me that a key witness lied at his trial.
Reliable information? As reliable as the original testimony.
- Where's the witness now? - He's dead.
So it's hearsay.
Somebody ever tell you something, and, uh, you don't know where to put it, and you don't know what to do with it, and it just sits there in your stomach? I'll look into it.
No.
No, no, that's not why I came in here.
- Well, you can't do it, Ingrid.
You're his sister.
It's conf - I wasn't asking for you help.
- We review cases here; that's what we do.
- I don't want a review.
- But your brother might.
- No.
- Why? - Because Tyrone murdered that boy.
You know that? - Shouldn't have said anything.
- We're reviewing your brother's case.
- No, Jess, I just - Ingrid.
Not the boss of me.
Tyrone Evans.
OK, let's all start by admitting that we know about some of the particulars of the case.
Guys, I know people talk.
What have we heard? That your brother was convicted of a homicide.
- The sex slaying of a juvenile.
- Out in Durham.
Chris Harris, 16 years old, last seen getting into a van with my brother at a truck stop outside Pickering.
They found the kid's blood in the van, right? And bleach.
Tyrone cleaned the van, but left trace blood spatter.
Matched the boy's DNA.
But the kid's body was never recovered.
Went to see Tyrone to ask him to tell me where he left the body.
I begged him to tell me just so I could give the parents some peace.
- What did Tyrone say? - Nothing He asked to be returned to his cell.
If they never recovered a body, I mean, what was he convicted on? Circumstantial evidence.
Strong circumstantial evidence.
- Priors? - One: sexual interference with a minor.
Staff, this is a bad idea.
Who was lead investigator? Dave Cobb.
He's an inspector now.
- Cobb.
Ew.
- What's wrong with Dave Cobb? Did a joint-forces when I was back in Homicide.
horse's ass.
Martin, get in touch with the file manager in Durham.
Tell him we've got a case with a similar M.
O.
I'll get the trial transcripts.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
You're going to access the file without giving Cobb a heads-up? Why wake the beast? The crown had a solid case.
When they had a confession.
Now they don't.
Ingrid, stay at arm's length.
Martin's arm.
It's longer.
- This is a mistake.
- You got any gum? - No.
Look, doctors don't operate on their families, and we don't investigate our own.
Tyrone Evans isn't one of our own.
- Ingrid Evans is.
- And we owe it to her.
- She's on our team.
- You have bacon breath.
We're going to be looking under a lot of rocks, and Ingrid might not be thrilled with what we find.
- Well, Ingrid's a big girl.
- If this goes south in any way, we could lose her.
Ingrid will walk from this unit.
Call Cobb and throw it to him.
He is not going to admit he sent the wrong man to jail.
Did Cobb screw you over or seething? Is that what this is about? No, this is about Ingrid and her brother, who may have been wrongfully convicted.
You haven't even seen his file.
You haven't even talked to this guy, Jess.
You're right.
I'm going to see your brother.
What's up, man? Hmph.
Detective Sergeant Jessa a King.
- I work with your sister.
- Don't have a sister.
- Well, the sister you don't have.
Someone told her that Pete Seider lied in court about you confessing to murder.
We're planning on reviewing your case.
Five years on, ndnd now my thinks And now she thinks the whole truth wasn't told? Are there any other facts that were presented at your trial that you believe are untrue? OK, my parole hearing is this week.
I've completed my programs, nothing in my files.
I present no risk to the community.
- Sounds pretty good.
- If I want to be released, I've got to take responsibility.
That's what they want, right? - Usually, yes.
- Yeah, otherwise I'm stuck in here for another five years.
But if we find new evidence that exonerates You're going to find it in the next couple of days? I can't promise that.
So, if you come up empty, who pays the price? You.
What you say to the parole board, I guess that depends on whether you actually killed Chris Harris or not.
OK, how about this? I go home, and you go for your parole? Should I say hi to Ingrid, or? Guess not.
Hi.
Guess who I saw today in prison.
Ingrid's brother, Tyrone.
Whatcha looking at? Something dirty? I'm just checking out this, uh NAIT thing.
Prednisone, intrauterine transfusions, elective caesarean You know, Tyrone didn't once say he didn't do it.
It's kind of refreshing.
"Only one in 10 NAI pregnancies develop serious" complication.
" Or 10% have serious complications.
No, only one in three You want to make book on me having a baby? That's not what I'm saying.
I'm OK, so, what are the odds if I lose another kid? Three to one, I become chronically depressed.
Two to one, you blame me.
Even money, I feel like a total frickin' failure.
I would never, ever blame you.
Yes, you would.
They're not your platelets.
Come here.
Why don't we just adopt? Because I'm I'm not ready to give up yet, honey.
What, "s-it's not a real family if it's not our genes?" Is that what you're saying? What? No.
Jess, I'm Danny.
Is that what you're saying? I Yes.
OK? Yes, that's what I want.
I mean, for now at least, anyway, you know, until we know for sure Well, I don't want to be pumped full of drugs and turned into a science experiment.
How's that? OK.
OK.
Come here.
- I've got to look at Tyrone's file.
- Don't Tonight? Right now? Yeah, right now.
Our victim, Chris Harris, and his best friend, Josh Prentice, are supposed to go and see the Junior national team play in Oshawa.
Josh changes his mind and drops Chris off at a service station on the 401, where he sees Chris get into a van with "Rawley" Precision Equipment" on the side.
Chris never returns home.
Josh tells our boys about the van, they trace it through the company, and find out that Tyrone Evans was the driver.
Marijuana and poppers in a toolbox.
Empty bottle of rum under the driver's seat, and, uh, Chris Harris' cell phone wedged in the passenger side.
The luminol shows blood spatter in the back of the van.
It's Chris Harris' blood.
Tyrone had a split lip, bruising to his arms.
- And what was his story? - Which one? First he says he never gave anyone a ride.
Then he says he picked the kid up and dropped him off when he turned north to Peterborough.
Then he says they pulled off the road to party, the kid gets high, freaks out, attacks Tyrone, and runs.
Maybe Tyrone tried something on the kid, kid doesn't want to play, gets ugly, Tyrone wins.
It's consistent with the sex charge in interference with a minor.
Spears, we'll start with Chris Harris' parents.
And, Martin, get the details of the case in Alberta.
Sure.
Do you want me to put this stuff up on the boards? No.
Put it back in the box.
With Chris, everything was about hockey.
He was a beautiful player.
He just had to keep working, and then he So, Sunday night you realized he disappeared.
He went away for the weekend.
We thought maybe he was at the Prentices', but Josh said he hadn't seen him since Saturday, and that's when I called the police.
Did your son experiment at all with drugs, alcohol? No, Chris was on track for the NHL.
There was none of that.
Tyrone Evans made a statement That bastard lied about that, just like he lied about everything.
I know why he's never said where he put Chris' body.
'Cause then police could tell what that pervert did to Chris.
Why are you stirring up doubts about Tyrone Evans just as he's up for parole? You're trying to help a killer get early release? - No, that's not true.
- Do you have any idea what it's like to lose a child? Yes, I do.
Mrs.
Harris, we know this isn't easy for you.
My husband can't even talk about it.
It never gets better.
And it never goes away.
Looks like the Prentices are doing OK.
Mr.
Prentice? Detective Sergeant King.
This is Detective Sergeant Spears.
We're here to talk to your son about Chris Harris.
Why? You turned up something new? Well, that's what we're trying to determine.
It took us five years to get Josh to the point where he's not beating himself up every day about leaving Chris on the highway.
Where you here that night when he came back from dropping Chris? - No, Sheila and I were out.
- When you got home, did Josh seem upset? We were all upset.
I coached the kid.
Him and Josh.
Every boy that shared the ice with Chris, none of them will ever be the same.
And where is Josh at the moment? Whenever he talks about it, he has to relive that whole business.
We get all that grief again.
We understand.
If you did, you'd leave him alone.
I can't allow you to see him.
He's an adult.
That's his decision to make.
When we called, Mrs.
Prentice said he would be back around this time.
Yeah, well he's not here.
We'll wait.
So, better to leave a gay black man rotting in prison than find out the truth.
No one wants to revisit an experience like that.
So the truth might be that the gay black guy is guilty.
Yeah, it's an option, but Jess doesn't want to give it a try.
Well, I don't know.
I think the woman should dri the bus.
Read this.
Probably know it by heart.
I don't even know what that means.
It's the woman who has to pop out the kids, so stuff like this NAIT thing, that's her call, it's not yours.
Sless, a bunch of us argogoing to check out Big Slick tonight.
You up for it? I'm kind of over that.
- All right, no sweat.
- Big Slick? Let's go.
It's this Toronto indie band.
I've seen enough of them.
My first mentor Wakefield.
Wakefield? Didn't the two of you Shut up.
He used to say you could have all the evidence in the world you can have that feeling in your gut that you've got the right guy, but there's still that moment when click he finally confesses.
Well, sometimes if you don't get perfect you have to settle for good enough.
No, I don't.
Here's our boy.
Mrs.
Prentice, Josh, I'm Detective Sergeant King, this is Detective Sergeant Spears.
Can we talk to you for a minute? I had an assignment due the next day, so my folks wouldn't let me go to the game.
Chris still wanted to go? Yeah.
So I drove him to the service centre.
There's a coffee shop there.
That's where he met Evans.
- You saw them get in the van? - Well, I had to get gas, then I did a U-turn back through the parking lot where I dropped him off.
- Looking out for him, making sure he got a ride? - Yeah, I guess.
And that's when I saw them.
Just the two of them? No one else? Not from what I can see.
Was anyone particularly interested in them? Anyone pull out after them? - No.
- Did you follow them out? Well, I had to go to the next exit to turn around.
- And then where'd you go? - Home.
- Was Chris mad that you bailed on him? - I didn't bail on him.
My parents said I couldn't go.
Pickering service station that's practically half the way to Oshawa.
Look, I know if I went to the game Chris would still be alive, OK? - I know that.
- Ron.
- OK, that's enough for today.
- Thanks, Josh.
You have our cards if you can think of anything else.
And, uh, what was the mark? - What? - Your assignment.
- I-I don't remember.
Thanks.
- You OK? - Yeah.
OK, wait there.
I'll be right down.
Yes, we'll eat before the game.
OK, bye.
Taking the nephews to basketball.
I, uh, talked to Sex Crimes in Edmonton.
We're not supposed to discuss the case.
We're not discussing; I'm just telling you where the detectives are.
Doesn't mean I'm listening.
The victim in your brother's sexual interference case was 16; your brother was 19 at the time.
- I'm aware of that.
- He was renting a basement apartment from the boy's parents, the parents went out one evening, came home early, and caught the two of them in a hot tub.
That's all the detail I need.
As far as the detective's concerned, I mean, what went on between the two of them was consensual.
OK, stop.
Nineteen's an adult; 16's a minor.
And the only reason the parents pushed the interference charge was because, in their words, "Our son is not a homosexual".
Three years later, in university, he organized his school's first gay pride parade.
OK, now you've told me.
I mean, no violence, no coercion.
At worst, your brother was guilty of seduction.
No, at worst, my brother was a predator and then he stepped it up.
So there's no way he's innocent? One thing my brother is not is innocent.
Did we just set Josh Prentice back five years? Maybe.
But something's going on there.
- Yeah, not quite right.
- Run a check on him.
- What are we looking for? - Don't know yet.
Tyron's Edmonton charge wasn't as bad as it sounded.
I put the report on your desk.
OK.
I've just ran through phone tips received after Chris Harris disappeared.
They must have got thousands, everywhere from St.
John's to Saskatoon.
Pretty much.
There's a few that came in after Tyrone's arrest, including one from a trucker who says he picked up a kid in rough shape the morning after Chris Harris disappeared.
Where? A few clicks down the road from where Tyrone claims he pulled off to party.
- Did Durham follow up? - Just says "clear", no details.
- Find me the trucker.
- He's still working for the same hauling company, and he's due home in Verdun tomorrow morning.
- Meet him there.
- That's Montreal.
Allons-y.
Start driving.
Save your receipts, - Martin.
- Evening.
- Spears.
- Detective Constable.
- Punching out? - What? No.
- How long? - A while.
What? You asked me, Jess.
I was honest, OK? Don't punish me for that.
Not punishing you, Danny; working.
You're working.
A couple of guys are going to go see a band tonight.
Yeah, do that.
- OK.
- Have fun.
The only thing in the system on Josh Prentice is an impaired driving the year after Chris was killed.
- Teenee drinking.
Happens.
- I'll have a full background in the morning.
OK.
Night.
Is that what this is about? Keep busy at work so you don't have to face what's going on at home? Nothing's going on at home.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Good night.
Night.
Jessica King.
You believe I didn't kill that boy? I'm willing to consider the possibility.
My parole hearing's tomorrow.
You got anything I can use? - Tell me what happened in the back of that van.
- We partied.
Right.
Good-looking boy, pretty yummy.
Must have been tempting.
I don't remember.
Look, the kid wasn't a boozer or a doper.
Why did he decide to party with you? Was that the cost of the ride, Tyrone? I'm not Dave Cobb; I don't care if you wanted to have sex with the boy.
I just need to know the truth.
I told the truth, and it landed me in jail.
And tomorrow morning, if you lie and say you did it, you'll get out.
What are you going to do? I don't know.
- King.
- Chief.
Inspector Cobb called from Durham Homicide.
Chris Harris' mother ripped him front, back, and sideways.
- Cobb.
Sir, I was going to - He wanted to know when we expanded our jurisdiction to Bowmanville.
He wears shirts and ties that never match, and those little ankle socks with the patterns up the side Then Chris Harris' mother called me.
I'm just saying it's very distracting when you're trying to work.
She was wondering why a convicted killer was getting more consideration from the service than his victim's family.
I found it difficult to provide an adequate answer.
We got a little ahead of ourselves, Chief.
I will call Cobb.
I'll apologize.
- Turn over your notes.
- Chief.
Cobb's case.
Put this thing back in the box and ship it bac t to Durham.
- Sir - Back in the box, King.
- We're done? - Direct orders.
Tyrone Evans called, wants to talk to you.
I want to see his face.
Ready to roll? What's that? Look, if anyone asks, I got it wrestling a guy into the drunk tank, OK? - Anyone, or your wife? - Just whoever, Taylor.
- Why should I cover for you? - 'Cause that's what partners do, buddy.
Yeah? They lie to each other too, I guess? There's no Big Slick band.
You were talking poker a king in the hole.
You were playing cards last night.
OK.
Why don't you speak up a little bit there? Seriously.
I don't think they heard you on the third floor.
Did you get that for winning, or losing? You better hope no one asks, 'cause no way I'm covering for you.
I told the parole board.
I told them I don't feel any remorse, because I didn't do it.
So I'm looking at another five years.
Tyrone, there's been a development, I guess.
All right.
Your review is going back to Durham, back to Cobb.
Cobb's the one who put me in here! Your case is still under review.
It's just back with Five years of my I know.
OK, Tyrone, you need to tell me everything you couldn't say back then everything that's not in these reports.
Now is your chance.
This is it.
You can be angry later, but right now you need to tell me what happened everything, all of it.
I bought the kid a coffee.
He looked torn up about something.
How long does coffee take? Fifteen, 20 minutes.
- Then you're in the van, driving.
- And I get him talking, get him to laugh.
I take an exit, find a side road.
Climb into the back with a bottle, some weed.
- And what do you think is gonna happen? - I don't know.
I didn't know where things were going.
But the more we kept talking, the more screwed up he seemed.
We were both pretty wasted.
He breaks down, sobbing like he can't stop.
But then he starts screaming and wailing on me.
So you protect yourself, right? Maybe maybe you didn't mean to I smacked his head open.
Starts bleeding like a son of a bitch.
And he jumps out of the van and starts running.
Did you go after him? Why not? I didn't I passed out.
I am so screwed, aren't I? We'll look into this.
There's still a possibility You know, thanks, Detective.
And thanks to my sister too.
Make sure she knows how grateful I am for all your help.
- He was upset.
- Who, Chris? - He was wasted.
- No, before.
Chris was upset before Tyrone even laid eyes on him.
- That's why he bought him coffee.
- So? - Why? - I What? - How long does it take to gas up a van? - I don't know.
Five minutes? Josh Prentice said he gassed up, pulled a uey, and saw Chris get into Tyrone's van.
Tyrone bought Chris a coffee and sweetie-talked him for 20 minutes he said.
Why was Josh hanging around? - Get him in here? - Yeah.
Even good friends can get into it.
You two didn't have a disagreement? No.
When I was a teenager, my sister and I used to fight all the time.
Yelling, screaming, hitting even.
But no matter how bad it got, you know what she always used to do? No.
She'd come sit outside my bedroom door just to make sure I was OK.
Is that what you were doing, Josh? I don't know what you mean.
After you dropped Chris off, why did you sit in the parking lot for 20 minutes? - I didn't.
- Just to make sure he was OK? Or to make sure he'd go away? So, the trucker definitely thought it was Chris Harris.
The cop told him the kid had been murdered.
- Did he say where he took him? - Yeah.
He dropped him off in front of a free clinic on Saint Catherine.
The kid was complaining of a he had a head injury of some sort.
Follow up on that.
Yeah.
I located a street nurse who used to run the clinic, and I'm on my way to see her now.
- Let me know.
- Will do.
He was the best little boy in the world.
Till about 13, 14.
Then trouble.
Skipping classes, thieving.
And by 17 he was gone.
Out West.
We didn't hear for years till he was charged.
Then it all came out.
When I was 16, I was going to clubs.
Had 30-year-old guys buying me drinks.
And no one ever pointed a finger at those guys or called them a paedophile.
My mother through everything, she held her head high and her back straight.
But it nearly killed her.
We don't get many who look like this.
Usually they are dirty, long hair, been living in the streets.
Yeah.
He was roughed up.
He had a head injury.
It was a long time ago.
We see hundreds, eh? I'm sure.
Well, do you have any records we could look at? - Is this one in trouble? - No.
Then why are you looking for him? There's some people in Toronto who'd really like to know he's alive.
Maybe this boy, he like being dead doesn't want to be found.
I certainly understand that.
I appreciate that, but, uh, there's someone who could could really use his help.
His name is Lawrence McLennan.
He's still here.
He volunteer at the soup kitchen in Cathédrale Saint-Just.
Christopher Harris? - Who are you looking for? - Christopher Harris.
I'm not gonna hurt you, kid.
OK, OK.
I can be whoever I want.
It's a free country.
- Not for Tyrone Evans.
- Who? Tyrone Evans, the man convicted of your murder, Chris.
My murder? What, so Chris Harris is dead? Dead, yeah.
Come on, don't give me that.
All the media coverage, the search for your body, the trial you had to know.
No, I was living in dumpsters and doorways.
Plus some pretty serious chemicals.
It was a dark time for me.
I'm not going back there.
- Nobody's asking you to.
- No, I mean Toronto.
I won't.
You're going back, at least for a little while, Chris.
My name is Lawrence, and I'm not going back.
OK, Lawrence, you're going back.
We're going in my car.
The only choice you have is whether you ride up front with me, or in the trunk.
I hope you like Linda Ronstadt.
Great.
Martin found Chris Harris.
Alive.
- No, he didn't.
- Living in Montreal.
If we get this to a judge, we could get Tyrone out as early as tomorrow.
Ingrid, you want to do that, or should I? He won't want to see me.
I wouldn't want to see me.
You don't know that.
I let him down.
You came into my office and you asked me to help.
- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.
Sless.
What, you want to follow me home, make sure I go straight there, or what? What's this? Address for a GA meeting tonight.
- Are you kidding me, or what? - No.
Gamblers Anonymous.
I think you should try it.
That's great.
Thanks.
Danny.
Deal with this, OK? Before you compromise yourself, or me, or somebody else.
I appreciate the concern, Taylor.
That's good.
Thanks.
- Danny.
- What? What? Show me a medallion tomorrow, or I report you to Professional Standards.
How about you just put in for a new partner, OK? How about that? Yeah, I won't need to.
I go to Standards, they take you off the road.
Please have a seat.
What's going on that couldn't wait till morning? Chris Harris is alive.
- What? - We've located him, and he's on his way here.
- Where? - My god.
Liz and Al must be just Very happy.
They are.
Before he gets here, though, Josh, we need your help.
My help? Yeah, you'll recall that we talked about how you didn't leave the service station right away, that you waited for Chris to catch a ride.
I never said that.
And that Chris was very upset when he got into Tyrone Evans' van.
- No, he was OK when I dropped him off.
- Well, Whatever he was going thtough was so painful that he doesn't want to come back here.
not to see his parents, not even to see you.
Look, if we're going to help him, - we need to know why he was so upset.
- He must have had some sort of nervous breakdown.
He was a high-strung kid I'm talking to Josh.
His best friend.
What did he say to you that day? What did you guys talk about? I don't uh, I don't want to - You don't have to, son.
- Yes, he does.
Josh, if there's something you haven't told the police, you should tell them.
I think we're leaving now.
Josh Mr.
and Mrs.
Prentice, would you step out with Detective Sergeant Spears? - Why? - This way, please.
Thank you.
Josh, Chris is coming home.
And if you care about him still, which I believe you do, you need to tell me what happened? I called him a liar.
I told him it wasn't happening, that it never that it never happened.
What never happened? Chris said.
.
he told me he was being made to do things.
- What things? - I pulled into the service centre, and I said, "Get out of my truck!" I didn't care how he got back to the city.
nd h he just got out.
He didn't say a word.
Who did he say was making him do things? My dad.
And you didn't want to believe it was true.
I knew it was true.
I knew it Mrs.
Prentice, would you come with me, please? Why? Wh-Where are we going? We're going upstairs with Josh to Victim Services.
- Wait, wait a minute.
- Mr.
Prentice, please sit down.
- No, no no.
Why is sh - Sit.
Down.
My god.
Chris? My god.
Look at you.
You're so tall.
And you're thin! My god.
Look.
Take care, buddy.
I was planning on taking the bus.
Look, Ty, I I don't know how to start this.
So let me just start by saying I'm sorry.
You're putting together the case against this Ron Prentice? Yes, sir.
We were trying to persuade Chris Harris to testify.
It's likely that other boys were abused as well.
If Harris testifies, others will come forward.
I think he's beginning to understand that, sir.
Good.
Good work.
You should both go home.
Or we should go for a drink.
Home.
And, uh, how was your day? You know, same old, same old.
Uhhuh.
I was thinking, do you remember when we used to have sex, and it had nothing to do with making babies? Vaguely.
- Is that a dynamite roll? - Yes.
Listen Whatever you want, Jess.
- What? - I mean, I'm game to do whatever we need to do to start a family.
It's your call.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Absolutely.
You're driving the bus.
Is that what the kids are calling it these days?