Lifeline (2017) s01e03 Episode Script

Norah is Going to Die

- Previously on "LifeLine.
" - I got over two-and-a-half million in cash in each of these, man.
Do you care to know the first thing I want to buy? It's my freedom, man.
Keisha! - Where are we going, babe? - Anywhere you want.
- His street name is Skinny.
If he's smart, he's already packed his bags and split.
If you shoot him now, it's murder.
- Hey there, little guy.
- I got a job.
- I'm proud of you.
Dad! - We're a traditional family, Norah.
The man is the head of the house.
- Were you there that night? - I don't remember.
- Give her a LifeLine.
Jay, you are the best tech at LifeLine.
Nathan's not gonna know.
We're gonna do it off the books, unregistered.
And if she goes red, only you and I will know.
- My dad bought this for me? - Yeah.
One last little shot, all done.
- I don't want to stay here.
I want to go home.
- I'm sorry.
- You're late.
I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my house! - I'll be back to get you, little guy! - Norah! Norah! - Dugan Morris? - Who wants to know? - I'm Hal James from Social Services.
You adopted Norah Hazelton six years ago.
- What has she done now? - You know, I think it's best if I just speak with Norah, please.
- That freak ran away yesterday, and my home has never been more peaceful.
Put that in your file.
- Do you have any idea where she is? - No clue.
But if you find that ungrateful little bitch, you can keep her.
I'm done.
- Hey, did you find her? - She skipped out on her foster family, so I'm jumping blind.
- Only six minutes left in your jump window.
Did anyone see you come in? - I don't think so.
- I put you on the disabled list.
You won't come up on the jump schedule while you're gone.
Don't forget she's 17 now, she's all grown up.
- It's been six years? Getting closer.
- Conner, you are running out of time.
- This is the worst fake I.
D.
I've ever seen.
- Come on, I -- I just need a place to warm up, it's cold.
Please? - Don't make me regret it.
- Thank you.
- Go on.
- Whoa, ho, ho.
Oh, you know, there's nothing in there for you, baby.
The real party's at my place.
- Yeah? Is the music this loud at your place? - The music is whatever you want it to be, and the beer is free.
For her.
You assholes still gotta bring your own, right? What's your name? - Norah.
- I'm Tom.
Come with us, Norah.
It's all good.
Promise.
- So this is the castle.
- Wow.
- So, uh, Tom's pretty into you.
- Yeah, he's cute.
- Yeah.
We'll see how long it takes for him to invite you into his room to try his secret stash of craft beer.
- His room? - Yeah, Tom's room.
He's got a little fridge in there.
- Oh, wow.
Not a lot of privacy, huh? - Oh, he can turn the music up if you're loud.
- He's cool.
He's cool, I guess.
- Yeah, he's a total idiot, but, um, he's way fun.
And personally, I will take fun over brains anytime.
- I mean, both would be nice.
- Yeah.
Good luck with that.
- Hi.
- Oh, God, speaking of neither.
- You guys wanna come watch me lie in the street? Simon says he thinks I'm gonna flinch at the cars.
- I can't believe that it took two entire people to make up just one of you.
- What? - Oh, my God, leave us alone, Bleach.
We're talking.
- All right.
But you're gonna miss out.
- His name is Bleach? - You don't wanna know why.
Oh, shit, Tom's coming this way, so I actually am gonna go watch Bleach get run over -- - Uh-huh.
- and give you two some privacy.
- Okay.
- Better than a sweaty nightclub, right? - Totally, yeah.
Thanks for, um, thanks for saving me.
- Yeah.
You dig the place? - Is it always like this? - Oh, people crash here when they need to lay low, you know? No lock on the door, no judgment.
You want a beer? - Sure, yeah.
- Goddamn it.
Good morning, Officer.
- License and registration.
Donald Fredericks.
There's a sign posted back there, Mr.
Fredericks.
No right turn on red between 7:00 and 11:00 A.
M.
- Damn, I, uh, I didn't even see it.
- Churn and Burn, that's that, uh, gym on Birch, right? - Yeah.
- You work there? - I own the place.
- No shit.
I'll just be a minute.
Is it Fredericks or Frederick? - Fredericks with an "S.
" - The system says there's no S.
- I've been Fredericks for a long time.
- Must just be a data entry typo.
Might want to let the DMV know.
- Thanks for the heads up.
- I'm gonna let you off with a warning this time.
- Oh, well, thank you, Officer.
Thank you.
- You know, my, uh, my wife goes to your gym.
Trying to get down to that high school size.
- Tell her to ask for me.
I'll give her some complimentary training myself, and if she's serious, she'll be a whole new woman in six months.
- A whole new woman would be nice.
- Yeah, that's funny.
Yeah, man, I know.
- Yeah well, you have a good day.
- You too.
You too, Officer, thank you.
- Huh? - Yeah.
- So, you flip the sharp side away from you.
- Okay.
- Always away.
And then you let the weight of the blade do the rest of the work for you.
- All right.
So, down -- - Yeah.
Yes.
And then turn it and then whip the handle back in your hand.
- How was that? - Um, it was pretty good for a first try.
- All right.
- Good.
Good.
Again.
Yes.
Whip it.
- Okay.
- Good.
- I'll be better than you in no time.
- Uh.
- Good morning.
Where are my lovelies off to today, huh? - We are going Christmas shopping.
- Oh, yeah? Is that so? What you geting me? - Mommy, let's go! - The boss is calling.
- Yeah? - Come on, sweetie.
- Top of the morning, ladies.
- Come on, sweetie.
- Come on in, Harry.
- Listen, am I being too sensitive, like, with Keisha? She doesn't like me much, right? - Keisha doesn't like you at all, man.
Look -- look, Harry.
I'm having an issue with my I.
D.
, okay? I got pulled over earlier.
- I mean, why -- why doesn't she like me? I mean, I'm very likeable.
- Harry.
- I -- I am always -- - Ha -- Harry -- Harry -- - very nice.
- Harry, my I.
D.
-- - Did I tell you not to get pulled over? How fast were you going? - I was going slow.
- Okay.
- It was an illegal right on red.
The officer, he lets me off with a warning, but he tells me that I gotta check with the DMV because sometimes I'm Fredericks and sometimes I'm Frederick.
And it's like, hmm, what the fuck.
- Okay.
Yeah, forgery.
It's kind of a tricky business.
You know, sometimes things aren't what they're supposed to be.
- I paid you a small fortune to take care of this type of stuff, right? Social Security, I.
D.
, biometrics, but these little inconsistencies keep on popping up because you can't spell my name the same way on two different fucking forms.
- Okay, okay, just, just -- look.
Look at me.
Stop worrying, all right? I'll handle this, okay? - Did it hurt to get these? - A little.
They're the only things no one can take from me.
Did that hurt? - Um, I don't -- I don't really remember.
- So, you ditched your foster parents.
Are you gonna try to find your real parents? - Uh, my mom had a lot of problems, and she disappeared a long time ago.
- What about your dad? - He's dead.
- Shit.
- Yeah, I should go.
- Hey, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
- Uh, no, it's fine, but, um, I should go.
- I'm just asking you questions 'cause I like you.
I wanna know more about you.
- Yeah, there's really not much to know.
I don't know how my dad died.
I can't remember anything that happened.
- Like you blacked out? - Yes, sort of.
I guess.
I don't know.
They said he brought me along on a drug deal and tried to get me killed too.
- What an asshole.
- Yeah.
You know what? It's probably better that I don't remember.
I just want to move on and be happy.
- Where you gonna be happy? - I'll send you a postcard when I find it.
- Do you want to be happy here? Save you a stamp.
- Do you want me to stay? - Yeah.
That is the coolest goddamn goldfish tattoo ever.
Yeah, that's my girl.
This is gonna be dope as hell once it heals up.
- Um, how long do you think it's gonna hurt for? - I don't fucking know.
Should we get a tree for Christmas? - Hell no.
Christmas was invented by Victorian cobblers to increase shoe sales.
No.
That -- that's all a racket.
Now, here's how you stab a bitch.
I'm gonna need you to walk slower.
You ready, babe? - Mm-hmm.
- Oh! Oh, sorry, bro.
- It was his idea.
- Yeah.
It's best to move along.
It's good.
I am a fucking ninja.
You want to get somebody got? I got 'em.
- I've got somebody.
- Yes? - Are you Dugan? - That's him.
- Norah.
I told Irene you'd be selling your ass for drugs.
Looks like I was right.
- Norah, we were so worried.
- Hey, fuck you, lady.
You don't give a shit about her.
- Your friend has a nice mouth.
- I want my fish.
- Check the sewers.
I flushed that fish the day you decided we weren't good enough for you.
- Norah, are you okay? Do you need money? Do you need -- - Run along before I call the police.
- I heard about you.
You pick on little kids, you piece of shit.
- Get out of my house, and take your little slut with you.
- Oh! - Get off of him! Tom! Oh, no! Oh, God! - Okay.
- Yeah, Norah, do it! - I can't.
I can't.
- Come on! Take him out.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- Come on.
- No.
- Oh, no.
- Norah.
- That was awesome! You kicked so much ass! - Leave me alone, Tom.
- No.
He deserved every second of it.
- I want to be alone, okay? - Babe, come on.
- Just get away from me! Why did you leave me? Oh! Oh, God! - Norah! Are you okay? Are you all right? - I -- I -- I just -- I just slipped.
I just slipped.
- Okay.
Just take a breath.
Take a breath.
It's all right.
- Who -- who are you and what -- how did you know my name? - Well, okay.
Let's just go inside.
It's really cold.
- No.
I'm not going anywhere until you tell me who you are and what you're doing up here.
- My name is Conner Hooks.
I was just up here checking out the view, and I saw you fall.
And thankfully I got to you in time.
- No, that's bullshit.
- No, it's not.
- It's bullshit.
- No.
- Because you weren't up here before, and I definitely heard you call my name.
- No, I -- whoa.
- It's almost like you just came -- came out of nowhere.
- I am not gonna hurt you.
- I'm gonna ask you one last time.
Who the fuck are you? - I'm an old friend.
We met six years ago.
- No, we've never met.
- Yes, we have.
You just can't remember.
- So if I'm gonna die, you'll always come and save me.
- Mm-hmm.
- But I need to actually die first, right? I mean, in order for you to come and save me, I needed to actually die tonight, but then you changed it? - Yeah.
- So there's a version of me that fell all the way down, and she knew what it felt like to die.
I feel sad for her.
- No, no, no, don't.
Look, it -- I changed it.
You're safe.
- You're gonna make me forget again, aren't you? - I have to.
My company spent a lot of money to pay off the police, cover up that shootout and -- and wipe your memory.
No one can know that I gave you that LifeLine, not even you.
- Look, I want to remember.
- No, you don't.
- Norah.
Norah.
Where you been? I've been going crazy.
I've been looking everywhere for you.
- I don't know.
I was -- I was drinking up on a roof and, um, it was around my old neighborhood.
I'm not sure after that.
- What does that mean? - I can't remember.
- All right.
Well, everybody's coming for the Christmas party, so I can tell them to fuck off if you want to.
- No, it's okay.
It's cool, I swear.
- You party too hard.
- Ho, ho, ho! - Oh, God.
- Merry Christmas, bitches! - Oh, my God.
Come on, put your back into it.
What's up, buddy? Did you steal that? - No.
Maybe.
- Yes.
- It's a Christmas miracle.
- Give me a beer.
- Oh, what's up, what's up? - What did I tell you guys about calling me that? Swear to God.
- Should've gotten a tattoo that says that.
- Tom? - What? - I thought we weren't getting each other gifts.
- Yeah.
No, we didn't.
That came for you yesterday.
- Get you some, man.
- Try and get it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- It looks like one of those prepaid phones that, uh, drug dealers use.
- Norah, I'm gonna pour you one, all right? - Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I'll be there in one second.
- What did I tell you guys about calling me that? Swear to God.
- You should have gotten the tattoo.
Let's go, let's go, let's go! Who is this? - My name is Jack.
I have your memories, Norah.
Would you like them back? - Ew.
You know, when you asked me to go on a secret mission with you, this wasn't quite what I had in mind.
- Okay.
One minute to go.
- One minute to what? - I have no idea.
Jack just said to meet here at this exact time.
- You do realize that all we're about to see is this Jack guy strutting through the alley and flash us, right? - It's not like that, okay? He knows things about me.
Things nobody could know.
- Exactly, because he's a stalker.
Seems pretty sketch to me.
- Yeah.
That's why I brought you.
- I mean, if he does flash us, that can pretty -- - Okay.
Okay, get ready.
Three, two, one.
- Did you just see that? - Did you? - Yeah.
- Good.
- Wait, no, no! What are you doing? - Let -- let go! - You have to be faster than that, Norah.
He who hesitates is lost.
- Where did he go? - It doesn't matter, that's just the first step.
A little something to show you what we're dealing with.
You ready to take the next step? - I'm ready.
- Next on "LifeLine.
" - You've been chasing this ghost for six years.
Maybe it's time to let it go.
- These are not the type of guys you want to mess with.
- This doesn't have to end badly.
- It's not possible because I don't allow it.
- It's not a lie.
- You picked the person to rob, little girl.
- How do I know you're telling the truth? - I don't need your fucking advice.