- Previously on In The Dark... - Tyson.
Something happening to Tyson is probably
the worst thing that could ever happen to her.
I'm Jamie. I'm his father.
Talked to him on the phone
a couple days ago, so I know he ain't dead
and I know he's not in Chicago.
You were so focused on
being a good friend to Tyson
that you were completely oblivious
how awful you were being to everyone else.
You don't think he's coming back.
I don't want your damn money.
I want my son.
Chelsea, bartender,
I can totally make that happen.
So, look, I know this is a front.
And I also know that Tyson used to sell drugs for you.
Not a suggestion.
I said give me your stash.
I'm telling you, this guy felt different than Tyson.
I think he was alive in the alley and then...
ran away.
I think maybe he's okay.
Oh, my God, are you okay?
- Like... - I'm fine.
That's why you called Dean.
Yeah, it was a little, uh, it was a little crazy.
But I didn't know the guy,
I didn't, I didn't, like, know him.
How are you not totally freaking out right now?
I was at the time.
It was really weird.
Weird? If I saw a dead body,
I'd be like...
I-I don't know.
Well, you have to understand, Chels,
when she felt the dead guy's face...
- You felt his face? - Oh, yeah.
- That's disgusting. - Yeah, he felt very dead.
Like, dead-dead. Like very...
Yeah, u-uh, dead, I get it.
I still don't understand why
you're not completely losing your mind right now.
Because...
Tyson's face was not dead.
Which means Tyson is still alive.
When I find him, I'm gonna punch him
in his presumably cute little face.
All right, can we please
get back to your hot make out sesh?
It wasn't a make out sesh,
it was just a kiss, but it was
a really, really, really good kiss.
Okay, gross. We get it!
Shut up. Um, he's here.
Oh... Be cool.
- Hey. - Hi.
So, are you here for more frenching, or...?
Actually, I, uh, I actually need
to talk to you for a second. Please?
Oh, your girlfriend's gonna get very jealous.
I'm not his girlfriend, I obviously don't
think that I'm your girlfriend.
Seriously, Murphy, can I have a second, please?
Yes, okay. Relax.
Stay, Pretzel.
So you and Chelsea, huh?
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
First comes the baby.
- Uh... - Yeah?
It's, uh, about Tyson.
Wait, what happened?
We, uh, we found his body.
You found his body, like, like, you...
He's dead.
I'm sorry.
No.
I'm fine.
Um...
Do you know, uh, how or-or where?
I'll know the details when the autopsy report comes back.
And when's that?
Tyson's mom is there now, identifying his body.
- And, um... - Mm-hmm?
...and we'll go from there.
Murphy.
I'm sorry.
I think I just need to be alone right now.
I ordered Noodle House for dinner.
I'm not hungry.
Well, I know you're not hungry right now,
but you love Chinese food for breakfast, you weirdo.
Jess, you-you can just go home.
I'm just gonna sit and have a smoke
for a minute, okay?
Come on, um...
let's, let's go inside, it's cold.
You can smoke in the apartment.
You hate it when I smoke in the apartment.
All right, let's just...
Jess, what's going on?
The police are searching the alley right now.
What?
All right.
Commencing phase one.
Can't believe you're this excited about a dumb phone.
I literally waited in line
for six straight hours to get this.
You're not gonna take this moment away from me.
All right.
And we are up and running.
First take.
- What are you doing? - I'm recording.
You're recording me?
- Yeah. - Don't record me.
- You're, like, glowing. - Stop it.
- Turn it off. Camera. - Yeah, okay.
- Turn the camera off. - Sure, sure, sure, sure.
Whatever you say.
Ladies, I'm sorry.
You can't be here.
I'm just gonna smoke a cigarette.
You're gonna have to smoke someplace else;
this is a crime scene.
Now it's a crime scene?
Maybe if it was a crime scene a few weeks ago,
my friend would still be alive.
Ma'am, I really need you to turn around.
And I really need to have a cigarette, okay?
- Go. Don't touch me! - Hey... Easy.
Okay, I'm sorry, Officer. Murphy, let's just go.
No. This is where I smoke and I'm smoking. Go, Pretzel.
Hey, ma'am. I said don't touch me!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- What are you doing? - Hey, come-come on.
- Sir, she has a guide dog. - Let go of me!
She can't see, sir. Sir, she cannot see. Jess?
Stop. Where are you taking her?
- Sir, stop it, she can't see! - Watch your head.
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Murphy, it's Dean, you want to come with me?
What for? Am I getting the chair?
I had the charges dropped.
Come on.
That's it.
Hey.
Murph.
- Murphy. - You okay?
Hey.
Murphy,
I brought Pretzel.
- Thank you. - Thanks, man.
Yeah, of course.
Um, but hey, don't leave yet, all right?
Unfortunately, we're gonna have to bring you
directly into questioning about Tyson.
Are you serious?
I know it's a lot, but time is of the essence.
- Thank you for coming in. - I was basically, uh,
handcuffed and forced in here by one of your colleagues,
but... you're welcome.
You can't smoke in here.
Aren't you supposed to feed me
sodas and cigarettes so I give you
information or whatever?
Yeah, well, we have smoking rules now.
Hey.
Murphy, we want to help.
Like you helped last month
when I called you about Tyson every single day?
It's been rough, but you know,
we-we want to find Tyson's killer as much as you do.
- I don't trust you guys to do anything. - Murphy.
We need you now. All right, can you tell us again
what you felt in the alley that night?
I found Tyson's body laying there in a sleeping bag.
It smelled smoky.
But that's all I've got because I was drunk
and I don't remember anything else.
Well, except he... Tyson texted me the...
But was that even him? Was that him?
We think whoever killed Tyson
sent you and Darnell James those texts remotely.
So you can track them?
And you can figure out who hacked into
his account or whatever? Right?
We looked into it, but they used an encrypted address,
so it's a dead end.
Of course it is.
And-and you said that Tyson's dad spoke to him
- a week ago? - Yes.
Which obviously means he died in the last week
while I was drinking and having sex with my boyfriend.
- Murphy... - You know what you guys should be doing?
You should probably be trying to figure out
who killed that guy in the flower shop.
We're looking into it.
That's all you ever say, like, "We're looking into it."
There's a connection.
Okay, there's an obvious connection.
Tyson worked for Evan in the flower shop.
And now they're both dead! Duh!
We are trying to find Evan's killer
as well as other suspects.
I recognized that guy's voice, okay?
I-I can't...
I can't place it, but if I heard it again,
I would know it.
Can we stick to one thing, please?
We need to focus on what happened in the alley.
I've told you that story a million times.
This is so stupid, I'm leaving. I'm leaving.
Let's go, come on. Up.
Find outside. Find the door, go.
Sorry I'm late, Ro.
- Hello. - We were just going over
the different packages we offer.
Would you like to have a look?
Whatever works for her, I'm taking care of it.
I told you I got this.
- Let me. - Let you?
I'm done letting you do anything.
Would you be willing to split it with these three cards?
And I have $400 cash.
Of course.
Incoming call from Dad.
It's me.
Hey.
"Hey"?
That's all you've got?
Oh, I'm sorry. Um...
Hello.
Come on.
I've been calling you all morning.
Baby, you can talk to me.
Okay? I know you're in rough shape.
Yeah, I've been meaning to hit the gym.
This isn't a joke, okay?
I'm really worried about you.
What is this?
Me giving you a hug.
- A hug? - Yeah.
- Murphy. - What?
- Baby, stop. - Take off your pants.
- No. - Thought you wanted
- to make me feel better. - Not like this.
Since when don't you want
to have sex with me every waking moment?
Uh, when you're using it to avoid feeling anything.
That's literally every time I have sex.
This is so stupid.
I can get off without you. Just get out.
Go.
I'm not gonna leave.
Then you're gonna sit there and watch me masturbate.
- Stop. - Get out!
Hey, stop. I'm your boyfriend.
Okay? Don't shut me out.
Then I'll make this real easy.
You're not my boyfriend anymore.
What?
We're done. You can go.
I can still hear you breathing.
This isn't really what you want.
It is actually what I want.
And I never wanted this stupid relationship in the first place,
which is why I keep trying to break up with you,
but you don't listen, so just get out!
You've got some real issues, Murph.
Cool.
Bye.
I was actually starting to like Max.
I can't believe you just ended it.
Well, sorry for your loss.
Chels.
Hey, Murph, I know that you're in a weird place, but, um,
I don't think right now is necessarily the best time
for you to be making
such rash decisions.
It wasn't a rash decision.
It was extremely well thought out.
Water, Chelsea?
Jess told me to.
Oh, I get it. So now you think
it's a bad time for me to be making decisions
about what I'm drinking, too?
You were drinking straight vodka,
and it's 2:00 in the afternoon.
Can you just come home, please?
I can put on a movie.
A movie? Are you high?
I just... I thought it would make you feel better.
No, Jess, nothing's gonna make me feel better.
Why don't, why don't you get that?
I don't, uh, I don't know. I'm sorry.
I just...
You just what?
What?
Murphy?
You might be able to break up with Max, but it's gonna be
a lot harder to break up with me, okay?
Oh, God, Chelsea, can I get what I actually ordered, please?
Don't look at Jess.
Hey.
What the hell is this?
Ty was saving it for you.
I told him I didn't want his money.
Did Tyson ever take no for an answer?
Well, I don't want it.
Take it.
And this.
Whatever the hell this is.
This isn't ours.
I don't care whose it is, D.
This money, this stuff, this is what got him killed.
And I just don't want it in my house.
Please, just take it.
You're still not sleeping?
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I do.
You feel bad for the girl.
What is this?
Tyson's autopsy results.
- This accurate? - Yeah.
I think we need to bring Murphy back in here, and Tyson's dad,
since Murphy says he spoke with Tyson a week ago.
Yeah, which, according to this would be, uh...
Impossible.
Yeah.
So, um, I guess the most important question here...
- Yes. Yes. - ...for you is,
why do you love me so much?
Oh, God.
Is it because maybe I'm an upstanding member of society?
No, it's because you're an idiot, actually.
- An idiot? - Yep. That's why I love you.
So... Can you turn that off, please?
Hey. What's your name?
No.
Wow, okay.
Uh, Scotch on the rocks with a twist.
I'll be right back.
Douche.
Incoming call from That Cop.
Yes?
Are you serious? Again?
Fine.
No, I'll just Uber.
Water, Chelsea?
Seriously? I want my money back.
You don't ever pay me.
So, what is so important?
Putting some water in front of you.
Oh, great, more water.
- Murphy. - What?
Tyson's autopsy results
came back.
Did they?
How did he die?
Is there any evidence of who killed him?
Yeah, we'll get to all that, but,
uh, right now, we wanted to talk about when he died.
Okay.
When did he die?
The level of decomposition suggests...
Oh, my God, can you not?
Sorry.
Medical examiner puts his time of death over a month ago.
His dad told me that he...
How did he die?
It was a...
It was a gunshot wound to the f-forehead.
I don't understand.
We're thinking he was shot
the night you found him.
The gravel removed from his head matched
the gravel in the alley.
You were right. He was in that alley that night.
Of course he was.
But he wasn't shot when I found him.
I felt him.
There was no blood. I felt his face.
He wasn't...
I felt his forehead.
He wasn't shot. There... no.
- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm sure.
I'm telling you, I felt...
I kn... I know what...
He... Wait.
I... he, he... Tyson was alive when I found him, and then...
and then I just left him.
I left him there all alone.
And then someone shot him.
Hey, Murph, I'm so sorry.
Thanks.
I'll be back in a bit.
Where are you going?
The Linsmore.
We can come with you if you want.
- No. - Okay, Murphy. Murphy...
Don't you think you should sober up just a-a little bit
before Tyson's funeral?
I'm not going.
What?
I changed my mind.
I'm not going.
Stay, Pretzel.
Why did you tell Murphy Mason
that you spoke to Tyson a week ago?
Tyson stopped by on his way out of Chicago.
It was the day that you guys said he died.
He said he was scared of someone,
he said someone wanted to kill him.
I thought maybe it was Murphy and that guy she was with.
Right, because a blind lady, very threatening.
I just said whatever I could think of
to get whoever was looking for Tyson to stop.
Wait... you said he came to see you on his way out of Chicago,
but...
- his body was found in Chicago. - I don't know.
He must have went back for some reason.
Why do you think he stopped to see his estranged father
and not his mother, any of his friends?
Again, I don't know.
Hmm. I don't believe you.
I have proof.
I have this doorbell app on my phone.
March 4, 6:34.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
it's my son's funeral today.
Whiskey, and if you give me water,
- I'll punch you in the face. - Okay, but, um,
you cleaned me out, so I have to go in the back.
And... skeevy Scotch guy is back at the bar.
Is he?
Look who's back.
You know, I didn't realize you were, um...
Tall? Yes, I'm very tall,
and, no, I never played basketball.
So, you want to do it?
What?
Sex, with me.
Well, I was thinking of asking you to dinner or...
So, sex. Great, let's do it.
Follow me.
Come on.
Get up.
Hey.
Hey, you okay?
Oh, God.
I can't do this.
I'm sorry.
Hey.
What are you doing here? I thought you were working.
Am I under arrest?
Uh... Murphy.
Hey.
I thought you left, like, an hour ago.
I was in the bathroom.
I'm just...
I'm just gonna go home.
Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait.
Come here. Are you okay?
Sit down.
You're gonna go home?
You're not gonna go to the funeral?
I'm not going.
I told you that my wife died, right?
Yeah, Chloe's mom.
Look, I know what you're going through.
The morning of the funeral, I couldn't even get out of bed.
Like...
But showing up at that church and,
I don't know, seeing all the people that she touched
and seeing the people who loved her, it...
Didn't know how much I needed that until I was there.
- That's it. - Yeah?
That's really nice.
Yeah, I'll think about it.
Let's get you a cup of coffee, I'll drive you to the funeral.
No, I need to do this alone.
You're sure?
Yeah.
I don't think Tyson's family would appreciate
a cop crashing the funeral, anyway.
And we are live once again.
Ah!
I am taking Murphy to one of my favorite places on Earth.
I'm over this new phone thing.
Stop recording me.
You're really gonna appreciate these when you get older.
Yeah, 'cause that's gonna be me when I'm older...
constantly watching videos.
Well... I'll appreciate them then.
God, this heat is destroying what's left of my soul.
Then you're gonna love where I'm taking you. Here.
Wait, you are still gonna talk to me when we're older, right?
Obviously.
But what if your wife, like, hates me?
Well...
I wouldn't marry someone who hates you...
I don't think, or my mom.
Thanks for coming.
- Hey, man. - Hey.
How you holding up?
Not great.
I know.
Oh, God. Hang on a sec.
Hey. Hey, it's me.
What?
Sit down. Let's take a seat.
Max, I'm fine. No, you're drunk.
- Have a seat. - I am not.
Murph, just take one.
Hey.
I'm, uh...
I'm really sorry to hear about your son.
Thank you.
Is that Jamie?
Yes, it is.
You lied to me.
What?
You told me you talked to Tyson
on the phone a week ago, but that's not even possible.
I just lost my son.
Okay. Murph, stop.
You don't get to tell me what to do anymore.
Like I ever told you what to do.
- Murphy? - Where did he go?
- What's going on? - Trying to find out
why he lied to me about Tyson.
- Are you drunk? Go. - I'm fine. Okay, I'm not drunk.
- Now. - Let's go, let's go out.
Don't touch me.
Can I get a drag of that?
Darnell?
Yeah.
What are you doing out here?
My auntie keeps shooting daggers at me.
I needed to escape for a second.
I could've saved him.
I was there.
If I was just slightly less...
...less me,
we wouldn't be sitting here.
We're sitting there 'cause of me.
I put him on that corner to work.
I should get inside before she hates me for being out here.
Can you do me a favor?
What's that?
Just prop the door open so I can hear?
Sure.
Finally, friends,
Tyson's mother Rhonda would like to share her feelings
about, and memories of, her beloved son.
Thank you.
My son was...
I'm sorry, but...
Uh, it's the first time I actually said that out loud.
"Was."
I just, uh... I just wrote a few things
about my son.
He, um...
He was an unusual kid.
Sweet as hell.
He used to leave me these little notes around the house,
folded them up into little birds.
Actually, he would want me to call them
- "pterodactyl." - Pterodactyl.
Thanks for picking me up.
You didn't need to do that.
It's fine.
I don't even know why you put with me.
I'm such a dick.
Yeah.
But you're my dick.
You know what I meant.
Just, like, such a terrible person.
- You're not. - Jess.
Okay, fine.
You are not the easiest.
But there are a lot of reasons why I am friends with you.
Because you're codependent?
No.
Yeah.
Maybe, yeah.
You don't ever judge me.
And I can tell you anything.
You were the first person I ever came out to,
because I-I knew it wouldn't be even a thing.
It wasn't.
Do you remember what you did?
Oh, yeah.
Showed you my boobs.
Yes, you did.
Felt like I had to get you something.
It was cheaper than a bottle of champagne.
- You're such a dick. - Yeah.
I really miss him, Jess.
I'm sensing water, and if your surprise
is to take us fishing, I'm gonna drown myself.
Actually, we're not getting fish,
we're gonna be fish...
'cause we're at the lake now.
Wait, you really expect me to swim?
- Aw... - I'm not gonna swim.
Dude, no one knows about this place, man.
And, uh, the water is...
Oh, my God, so sweet.
Well, first of all,
I'm not wearing a swimsuit
because... I don't own a swimsuit
because I don't swim.
Well, I just don't want you to look back
on this moment and think,
"Oh, why didn't I get in with him?"
I don't think so, I don't think that's gonna happen.
Aw, that's perfect.
Oh...
My phone's still in my pocket.
Ha!
That's not funny.
What are you doing?
- Nothing. - I can tell, when you get really quiet,
that you're recording me.
- I'm not recording you. Stop. - Yes, you are.
- Wait, no, ch-chill, chill, chill, chill. - Stop it.
- I'm not recording you. - Give it to me.
- It's in my pocket, it's in my... - It is not.
It's done, it's done, it's done.
Give me the phone.
Hate that.
Such a hot mess.
That didn't rhyme. Okay...
Where are we? Ah, there's bugs!
- There's no bugs. - No, no, no, no, no.
What is it? What is it?
- No, no, no, it's... - No, something was on me.
No, it's cool.
There's bugs out here. I don't even know where we are.
I am, I am your guide.
Murphy.
It's Rhonda.
Hi.
Darnell told me where you live.
I came to talk to you,
and your roommate told me you were down here.
Police left yesterday.
They didn't find anything.
So this is where you all hung out, huh?
Pretty much.
I watched h-his videos.
I never realized how close you two were.
Yeah.
Yeah, he was my best friend.
Oh.
I came to give you this.
What is this?
It's a little bit of Tyson.
It's a tradition of ours,
to give ashes to family members.
You were that to him.
Thank you.
Yeah, I think this is it.
Yeah.
Okay. Ooh, you sure you want to do this?
It's gonna be really cold.
Doesn't matter to you.
You're not the one that's getting in.
- Hold him. - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I got that.
The-the tag's still on that.
You really think I'm gonna keep this stupid thing?
What?
What is this?
- Okay. - Okay.
All right, so it's right in front of you.
Wait. The water's right in front of you.
Give me your hand.
Okay.
Okay, it's...
it's wide open, so it's all yours.
It's open.
Wesley, I told you to open the...
Hi.
Can I come in, please?
Sure.
Come in.
Stair right there.
So...
What you doing here?
I don't know.
Murphy...
you can't keep pushing me away.
You can't keep doing things that would...
destroy any relationship
and then come back to me and expect to hit reset
- and then we're all back... - I'm sorry, okay?
- No, it's not okay. - I know it's not okay.
I just... I...
I had, like, the worst day of my life.
And I just want to...
I just...
What?
- Murphy, what? - Can I...
This... what, is this your... this is your tactic?
- To just ignore? - Can I just... can I j-just
touch you for a second?
Murphy, what are you doing? Stop.
You're...
the worst, you know?
I just recently figured that out.
Hey, hang on a sec.
I'll be right back.
- Okay? - Okay.
Okay.
- What's up? - What's up?
Dude, that's your job!
- Just come back tomorrow. - Just take the cash!
I said give me
your stash!
Sorry about that.
- Max, who was that? - Uh...
- Who were you just talking to? - Uh...
- Who was that? - Wesley.
The Wesley that Tyson used to hangout in the alley?
Yeah. Why?
That's him.
He's the one who killed the guy at the flower shop.
That's him.
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