raise my kids, sleep in my bed...

with my wife.

Sounds like a nice plan.

Oh, is it insane?

Just think about it, okay? If I was gonna rip you off,

why wouldn't I just leave town after Ruiz was killed?

Why would I sit next to you in court and listen to a dismissal?

Let me ask you something. You think there's a difference between a reason and an excuse?

'Cause I don't.

- Good-bye, Arnie. - Carl--

Carl?

Come on, sweetheart.

Come outside. Everyone's waiting for you.

- Who was that? - Arnie. He's, uh--

- He can't make it to the barbecue. - Oh.

- Come on. - Hi, Helena.

- Hello. - It's a great party.

- Who is he, a friend of yours? - Oh, I'm a nobody.

I'm the nobody who arrested you.

- You're-- - How you doing?

- What are you doing in my house? - Oh, just looking around.

You got nice shit. Drug money buys a lot of nice shit, Carl.

Listen, you don't want to talk that way in my house.

You're fucking a murderer, Carl.

- Fuck you and fuck your wife. - Hey, you can't be in here.

- Get him out. - You put me out, Carl.

- I'm a cop. - I don't care.

- Get out. - Hey ! Hey, hey !

- Is that what you wanted? - A nice little bedtime story, Helena.

Tell him how you murdered my partner !

- You got the wrong-- - His name was Ray Castro, Helena !

Ray Castro ! You remember that !

- What's his problem? - The carpet, sweetheart.

- No, no, no, I got it. - I got it.

- Where did he come from? - Outside, honey.

What do you want to do, man?

On the good days, I feel like I get it.

Like it all makes sense.

I can stay in the moment.

I don't have to control everything in the future...

and I believe everything is gonna work out fine.