Kalinda: "You're so stupid."
Nick: "Why do you hurt me?"
Kalinda: "Shut up."
Nick: "I love you. I always will."
He caresses the back of her neck just long enough to be threatening, and she tells him to lie back. Thankfully, it's not for a blowjob. It's so she can climb the length of his body like a cat, and look down at him, and figure him out. Take a moment to just feel the fragile body of the monster underneath her, and look into his eyes, and wonder. She's so good at lying, she knows how even the smartest people can be fooled, when they want to. Maybe the most, then. And she is very, very smart.
Nick: "Where have you been, baby?"
He doesn't move. He stares up, nearly in tears.
Peter never looked at Kalinda like this, but he sure as hell did Alicia. Still does. They're little boys who don't know how strong their bodies got when they weren't looking. Little boys with no idea how strong, how destructive, they really are. That's all a beast really is. That's the thing Diane's feminism forgot.
Did it make you cry?
Kalinda walks through a sea of bodies: Activists against the City, lying on the sidewalk in protest. Lying down, I'm saying, in the face of a beast that can kill them any time. And Kalinda, picking her way ever so carefully through the bodies, in those boots.
Cutie: "I didn't know Tyler that well, the Fiancée was the one that was really involved. But Tyler's the last guy you'd think would get into it with a cop."
Kalinda: "The defense says he behaved erratically that day, provoking the cop..."
Kid: "He was always pretty calm, I couldn't believe he got stickered."
Kid, showing her: "These undercover cops were going around, sticking big pink dots on your back if they thought you were a troublemaker. They called it 'extraction,' they'd come back later and pull out all the black-bloc anarchists. It was real stupid."
Kalinda: "You got this one that day?"
Kid: "I wish! I bought it, later. But I remember seeing his on his backpack."
In the video, Kalinda sees, they were both wrong. Tyler never got stickered at all. It was just a smiley face. An old-school lapel button, pinned to his backpack. Proclaiming his love of peace, and happiness. He was going to be married.