[Sighs]
These log discrepancies would be enough...
but you've been spacing out on the job...
taking 90 minute lunch breaks...
creating scenes in front of the customers...
giving away free merchandise.
What?
Free disposable cameras to customers on their birthday?
That must have been your bright idea.
Sure as shit isn't company policy.
You can't do this.
It's done, Sy.
I talked to Sims at district.
Now you finish out the week and clear out your locker.
And if you do somethin' like fuck up today's prints...
I haven't fucked up a customer's prints
in 11 years.
Just get back out there.
Nina: Hey, Sy.
Sy.
Jake wanted to get his birthday gift processed.
I'm sorry?
The camera.
Right. The birthday gift.
Number of sets?
Oh, just one is fine.
4x6? 5x7?
Um, the ones we usually get.
Standard.
Jake had a really great time with the camera.
Didn't you, Jake?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
What was that address again?
It's 326 Serrano Terrace.
Sy, are you all right?
I'm fine.
I'll have these for you tomorrow.
All right. Thanks, Sy.
Bye.
[Chuckles]
[Crying]
Oh.
Mmm.
I'm leaving early today, Yoshi.
Okay, Sy.
I won't be coming back, Yoshi.
Bill let me go.
You were fired?
Yep.
Really?
Really.
Wow.
I've really enjoyed working with you, Yoshi.
Yeah, me, too, Sy.
Sy?
Sy, I just wanted to, um...
well, I guess I just wanted to say thank you, you know?
For what?
For teachin' me all this stuff.
You're welcome, Yoshi.
Don't let the place go downhill, okay?
I won't, Sy.
Here they are.
Oh, my pictures. Let me see. Let me see.
[Starts Car]
Come on.
What the hell's wrong with these people?
Michael Rennie On TV: The universe grows smaller
every day.
There must be security for all...
or no one is secure.
It is no concern of ours how you run your own planet.
But if you threaten to extend your violence...
this earth of yours will be reduced
to a burned-out cinder.
Now, we do not pretend to have achieved perfection.
But we do have a system, and it works.
Your choice is simple:
Join us and live in peace
or pursue your present course and face obliteration.
We shall be waiting for your answer.
The decision rests with you.
Aah!
Ah!
[Breathing Heavily]
Sy: According to the Oxford English Dictionary...
the word "snapshot" was first used in 1808
by an English sportsman by the name of Sir Andrew Hawker.
He noted in his diary
that almost every bird he shot that day
was taken by snapshot...
meaning a hurried shot taken without deliberate aim.
Snapshot, then...
was originally a hunting term.
[Click Click Click]
[Click Click Click Click]
Can I help you, Sy?
Just dropping off some film.
Just a customer.
I can still shop here, can't I, Bill?
No, Sy, you can't still shop here.
- I believe I can, Bill. - Shh.
[Raises Voice] There's no law that says
I can't shop here just because I was fired.
I checked it out.
There's a thousand other places
you could do your photos.
There's no reason to come all the way down here
other than to fuck with me.
There's a very good reason.
I calibrated that machine personally.
It's the best mini-lab in the state.
All right, Sy. Just this one time.
But I'm telling you...
find another place to do your film.
I do not want you back in here.
Thanks, Bill.
What is it, Yoshi? You can't just
leave your station unmanned down there.
I think you need to see these, sir.
What have you got there?
Is it the anal sex fiend again?
Motherfucker.
What would you say
Mr. Parrish's demeanor was when he came in?
Demeanor?
Yeah. How did he seem?
Did he seem upset or agitated in any way?
Um... I don't know. He seemed fine.
Sy and I had some words when he came into the store.
Under the circumstances, I was surprised to see him...
and I asked him what he was doing here...
and I... I suggested in strong language
that in the future
he bring his pictures somewhere else.
Yoshi, I'm gonna need to make
some Xerox copies of this.
Can you show me where I can get that done?
Yeah.
Mr. Owens, why don't you come and grab a seat
and try to calm down?
Your wife and child, they're, uh...
they're somewhere safe now?
Uh... they're at my mother's.
I'm... I'm sorry. I'm just a little upset.
No, no, no, no. I understand. It's...
It's understandable.
So how did he take his being fired?
I've had to fire a lot of people, Detective.
People get upset when they get fired.
He got pretty upset.
He knew that Mr. Araki would see the photos...
and he knew he'd show them to you
and that you'd call us.
I think it's just a warning.
But you have to take it seriously.
Oh, we take it very seriously.
Your child's life has been indirectly threatened.
We take no chances in this county.
There's an APB out on his white Toyota.
Officers are en route to his apartment now
with a search warrant.
I've got plainclothes officers on standby
inside the store and out. Now, look...
he may come back and pick up his photos.
He may not. It's hard to say.
I doubt he will.
You really think that's a good idea?
I mean, this place is wall-to-wall families.
If he's stupid enough to come back here...
he'll never make it inside the store.
Man On TV: Are you insane?
Mr. Parrish, this is the police!
Woman On TV: I'm just trying to make...
If you're in the apartment...
we need to know right now!
Man On TV: That's crazy.
Can you explain this?
Kill that TV.
Woman: He must be programmed for courage.
[TV Stops]
Mr. Parrish!
It's clear.
Officer Lyon. Double 6, 3-2-1.
Female Dispatcher: Go ahead, 3-2-1.
I need to be patched through to Van Der Zee in TMU.
Right away, please.
3-2-1, that's a 10-4.
Hey, Dan...
take a look at this.
What do you got?
Sy: Y-O-R-K-l-N.
Female Operator: I'm sorry, sir.
I don't find that name registered.
Could you try a Maya Burson?
B-U-R-S-O-N.
Let me check that for you, sir.
I'll ring that room for you now, sir.
Thank you.
[Line Rings]
Maya: Hello?
Hello. This is room service.
I'm sorry to bother you...
but we have your order all ready to go here.
We just needed to know
if you'd like coffee with that.
Uh... Will, did you want coffee?
No, just the drinks.
And this is for room 217.
Um... no. We're 511, right?
We're 511.
511.
Oh, my gosh. [Laughs]
I must be looking at the wrong thing here.
I'm sorry.
We'll have it right up to you in just a minute.
Okay, thanks.
[Line Ringing]
Woman: Hotel operator.
Room service, please.
One moment, please.
[Line Rings]
Room service. This is Jon.
May I take your order please?
Hello, Jon. This is Will Yorkin in 511.
We've decided to go out for lunch.
I was wondering if it's okay to cancel our order.
No problem. That was 511, right?
That's right, Jon. Thank you very much.
You're welcome, Mr. Yorkin.
[Doorbell Rings]
Yes?
Nina Yorkin?
Yes.
Hi. I'm Detective Van Der Zee
of the Evans County Threat Management Unit.
This is Detective Outerbridge.
Threat management?
Is Jake all right?
No, no. Everyone's fine.
We, uh... actually, we need to speak with
your husband William.
Will's at work.
What's this about?
Do you mind if we come in for a minute?
No. Sure.
How can I help you, sir?
Hi. I need a room.
But not too high a floor.
I'll check, sir.
[Typing]
Yes, we can offer you 313.
Mmm.
Anything on 5?
I'll check, sir. [Typing]
Will Yorkin's office.
Duane, this is Nina.
I need to talk to Will right now.
He's not in, Mrs. Yorkin, but I can have him return
as soon as he gets back.
Duane, I need you to get him on the phone immediately.
This is an emergency.
Okay. I'll try him right now. I'll put you on hold.
No, Duan...
He... He's trying right now.
[Soft Ding]
[Ding]
Where's your son, Mrs. Yorkin?
He's at his friend Eric's house.
It might be a good idea
to have Eric's mother drive him home now.
Oh, my God.
Duane: Mrs. Yorkin?
Yes, Duane.
I called his cell. There was no answer.
But I left him a 911 pager.
He should call you the second he...
Duane, I know he's fucking Maya Burson...
and I don't give a shit about that right now.
I just need you to tell me where he is!
[Indistinct Voices]
[Maya Giggles]
Room service.
Maya: Can you just leave it
outside the door, please?
No, ma'am. I'm afraid you have to sign for this.
Uh, just a second.
You...
Get on the bed.
Get on the goddamn bed!
Look, I've got plenty of cash in my pants
in the wallet in the bathroom...
Shut up!
Close the drapes.
Close them!
Who told you to do that?
I closed the drapes.
Did I tell you to wrap a towel around yourself?
No.
Let me explain what's going on here.
I tell you to do things, then you fucking do them
exactly like I tell you.
I'm gonna tell you this one time
and one time only.
You get the picture?
Yeah.
Do you understand me?
Yes.
Good.
Now get on the bed.
- No! - [Gasp]
Am I talking to a brick wall?
Did I tell you to touch her?
No.
I don't want you to touch her.
If you touch her again, I stab you in the heart.
Female Dispatcher: Unit 0-1-1-4...
proceed to Deerfield, The Edgerton Hotel
at Hunter Valley Road.
TMU officers en route to scene.
Can you ring the room once more, please?
Belmer: I'll try it one more time.
Now, missy, have to take the robe off.
[Sniffs] No.
- [Telephone Rings] - Aah!
I'm not asking.
I'm telling.
[Ring]
Off!
[Ring]
She can do it!
[Ring]
Female, Automated: The person in this room
is not available to take your call.
Please leave a message.
[Whimpering]
What's this? What's this?
Can't you stop your sniveling?
This is supposed to look like fun.
Okay.
No touching!
Smile.
You have to look like you're having fun...
like it's a game.
Come on!
Smile!
Wipe your nose. You look disgusting.
Now...
put his thing in your mouth.
Don't do it!
Pretend. This is all pretend.
I'm doing it! Stop yelling at me.
You're not doing it the right way. Like this!
Maya: Oh, God! [Crying]
Maya: No!
[TV Narrator, Indistinct]
Winds churning at their base
can exceed 260 miles per hour.
But the scientists chase them.
Tornadoes can be an obsession.
[Indistinct Dispatcher Chatter]
Mr. Belmer?
Yes.
I'm Detective Van Der Zee.
This is Detective Outerbridge.
We just spoke on the phone.
Right. So, uh... what is all this about?
Any word from Miss Burson's room yet?
No.
Have you seen this man?
This guy just checked in about... half an hour ago.
What room?
I put him in 519.
Mr. Belmer, I need a passkey now, please.
Mr. Parrish, this is the police.
Will you open the door, please?
Eye Surgeon: The retinal implant
is a microelectronic prosthesis
that can reverse the effects of retinal degeneration.
We owe a...
James.
Let's find Yorkin.
[Alarm Blares]
Check 511.
Bravo, where is it? Where is it?
It's the rear kitchen-access.
It's in the back, rear kitchen-access.
Miss Burson?
[Car's Wheels Screech]
[Wheels Screech]
Police! Freeze!
William Yorkin?
Drop the bag!
Do it!
Put your hands on top of your head!
Miss Burson?
[Water Drips]
I just took pictures.
Officer: You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up the right to remain silent...
anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
Outerbridge? We got him.
...the right to speak with an attorney
and to have the attorney present during questioning.
If you so desire and cannot afford one...
[Doorbell Rings]
Dad!
Are you married, Detective?
You have any children?
I'll be the one asking the questions here, Sy.
I know. Just one question.
Detective, are you a family man?
That's none of your business, Sy.
Sir, you're right, it isn't.
It is none of my business.
But I'm guessing by your answer and that ring on your finger
that you are...
and that makes you a very fortunate man.
I can also tell by the way that you've treated me so far
and the way you carry out your job, you're a good man...
good husband and father...
a man who appreciates his good fortune.
You're not the type of father who'd cheat on his wife...
hurt his family, betray their trust.
You would never neglect and abuse your children.
Make horrible demands of your children.
You would never ask...
you would never ask your children
to do things...
things that children shouldn't do.
You would never take disgusting, sick...
degraded pictures of your children
d... doing these things.
You would never treat your children like animals.
Will Yorkin had it all, and he threw it all away.
He's not a good father.
Well, I, uh... ahem.
I think I understand now, Sy.
Thank you for answering my question so candidly.
You're welcome.
Can I see my pictures now?
Sure, Sy.
Thank you.
[Buzzer]