look at me, man.
You don't disrespect me like I'm not even here, huh?
Oh, you want me to respect you?
Why don't you tell Dr. McNamara here what those tears represent.
One tear--
one tear for every kill.
Look, I was 10. I was 10, eating garbage.
You know, shitting my guts out, moaning like some dog in an alley.
That's how they found me.
They gave me some tequila and some weed, we start laughing. We start kicking back.
You know, for the first time in my life, I had some family.
I had some place I could go.
They asked me if I wanted to jump in.
And then, they rushed me, they beat me up,
then they shook my hand. That was it. I was in.
From that day on, I never cried, not once. Not until the day--
not until the day that Prima's mom spoke in court.
See, he was a banger just like me.
You know, I expected his mom to come in there screaming and stuff, but she didn't.
She said that she forgave me.
Like she forgave Prima because she couldn't do no better for him.
She said that I had goodness in me.
That god is the only one that had the whole story on me, and it wasn't written in no police file.
I'm sorry to interrupt, Sean, but you've got a call on line one.
I'm in a consult.
It's Julia. She's calling from the police station.
What the hell is going on?
Adrian's dead.
Ava's son, Adrian.
Matt was over at the house. He found him.
He'd been stabbed.
- She do it?
- Sean--
They were having an incestuous relationship, Julia.
- Maybe he tried to stop it.
- That was a lie. They never slept together.
What were you doing there in the first place? We had an agreement.
You promised us it was over.
Ava wouldn't hurt him or anyone. She's not capable of it.
Sorry to keep you folks waiting.
I'm detective Bowser.
- Look, if my son isn't a suspect--
- My office, doctor, my questions.
The only fingerprints on the knife were the victim's.
Right now, it looks like a suicide.
Surprised?
No.
He was pretty screwed up.
About what?
He, um... had a history of mental problems, according to his mother.
Would you happen to know where she is at present?
We would like to notify her, ask her some questions.
She's in Paris.
At least she was.
Could you be a little more specific?
Well, we haven't been in touch.
Why were you in her house when you knew she was out of the country?
All right, that's it. My son is not a suspect here. He's under no obligation--
There was an extra ticket.
I went there to try and find it, so that I could go and be with her.
I love her,
and there's nothing you can do about it.
You're just about her son's age.
Isn't that right?
Let's go, Matt. We're leaving.
When was the last time you saw her, Dr. McNamara?
Uh... our interaction was minimal.
But there was interaction?
She came into my office for a small procedure before she left.
What kind of procedure?
- Matt, it doesn't concern you.
- No, I want to know.
It was a vaginal reconstruction.
The final phase of a transsexual operation she'd had 16 years ago.
You lying son of a bitch.
I can show you the medical documentation if you don't believe me.
- Matty, sweetheart--
- No!
You know what? You'd say anything to make her look sick and disgusting
because whatever I love, for some reason, you have to destroy!
- Matt--
- No! Both of you!
You can catch up to him if you'd like.
That's a lot of information to digest.
For everyone.
We'll be in touch.
We agreed never to tell him.
You heard what he was planning. I had no choice.
You had a choice, Sean.
You could have chosen to ask me what I thought was best for our child!
We're not married anymore, Julia.
You're no longer the head of our little clan 'cause it no longer exists.
I can parent however I want to!
If you don't like what I'm doing, then complain to somebody who cares!
Go find someone.
Your cell was off.
Why own one if you never keep it on?
I'm not gonna hold your head if you puke.
So is she a man or a woman?
In your opinion as a medical expert?
It's a