paddles.
Charge paddles 200 joules.
She signed "no resuscitation" on her form.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil for thou art with me all the day of my life ;
and I will dwell in the house of the lord forever."
I'm june. Momma was... my Momma.
I know some of you might think,
"what kind of daughter'd let her own Momma wind up like she done ?"
But it was Momma that made me promise to leave.
I think about you every day, Momma.
You were trapped under the weight of your own fear, and nothing was gonna save you.
All you could do was find it in your heart to free me.
And that you done.
And I thank you for it.
Rest now.
I just wanted to thank you for everything you did for Momma.
I'm sorry.
I wish we could've saved her.
No, I meant paying for the burial.
You're welcome.
I mean the first thing I thought about after they told me that Momma had passed was,
"how the hell am I gonna afford to put her in the ground ?"
They told me I'd need a metal box 'cause she'd fall through the wooden one
and I'd have to pay for 2 cemetery plots.
3.
3. Damn. What's a person with no money supposed to do ?
I mean...you gotta be rich just to die.
Hire Quentin.
I don't know if it's the right move or not, but at least it's a move.
Besides, it'll help me ease back into things.
I'm proud of you for getting off your ass.
- It may only be one leg at a time...
- Now it's your turn.
Both you and Julia deserve a fresh start at happiness.
You need to move on, too.
Just one other thing.
Do you think I could have the couch ?
You want to sit on that piece of shit or keep it as
a memento of how well you took care of her ?
No. I want it 'cause she was part of it, and she's part of me, and I want the couch.
I just... want the couch.
Thanks for finally agreeing to let me look around in here, Christian.
Hey, I've got nothing to hide.
Guess I had a change of heart.
But, um, what are we doing out here ?
He attacked me in the bedroom.
The investigation of crimes is really the investigation of people.
Sometimes the best way to understand an attacker is to get to know his victim.
You can discover everything about a person by seeing
what he chooses to surround himself with.
And what do my surroundings tell you about me ?
That you like to be in control.
Everything is in its place.
Compulsively so.
Maid comes once a day.
You're tidy, hard, anal.
The only thing in your home that's soft is your bed,
which I imagine is the only place you feel comfortable being vulnerable,
which makes the fact that he attacked you there all the more difficult to get over.
Tell me about the attack.
Read the file.
Files are for lawyers.
Bullshit carpet fiber information.
How many feet from the door to the bed.
Black-and-white stuff.
I need you to give me the color.
You first. Tell me your secrets, and I'll tell you mine.
There's nothing I haven't seen, Christian.
I don't judge.
You can talk to me.
Bullshit.
I want the one that did to you what the carver did to me.
You want my pain ?
Let me see yours.
I was 24.
We were married 6 months to the day.
His name was jason.
Did he hurt you ?
No. Jason was a good man.
He stopped on his way home from work to pick us up a bottle of champagne for our half anniversary.
When he got back to the car, someone pulled a gun.
The guy didn't have to shoot him.
The car was a piece of shit '78 volvo.
Jason would've handed him the key and considered it a favor.
I was at law school, but dropped out and signed up
for law enforcement with an eagle eye on vice.
I guess I thought that if I could spend my time working in the darkness,
what happened to me would by comparison seem a little more light.
The real kick in the ass was that I already had a bottle of dom chilling that night.
Gift of the magi, right ?
I'm really sorry.
Trust me enough to show me your bedroom now ?
Lie down.
I want to reenact the attack.
I just told you about the worst