Sinister Minister (2017) - full transcript
A serial killer masquerades as a preacher in order to prey on women. His last wife may have committed suicide and his current wife is sick. Single mom Trish and her daughter move to town and are in jeopardy of becoming his next victims.
♪
♪
[ moans ]
[ chuckles ]
My lord,
- [ exhale ]
- You're good at that.
- You're a sweet one.
[ hard exhale ]
You okay?
Yeah.
Great.
DJ, please.
Don't.
What happened to you?
You have a big ol'
scratch across your back.
Fall out of a tree on
your way here?
That was your...
animal passion.
I'm kidding.
I was working in the garage.
There was this piece of trim
poking out of the garbage.
Jewel must've left it there
or something.
Betsey, honey.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to mention her.
I love you.
Truly and deeply.
You know that, right?
Remember what I always say,
God put this love in our hearts.
And if he did--
[ together ]
then it can't be wrong.
God will clear us a path.
-How do you know?
I just do.
I promise.
BETSEY: Can't you stay?
DJ: I should go.
DJ: I don't want my wife
waiting too long.
♪
- Oh DJ!
- DJ: Carol, what's going on?
- It's Jewel.
- What happened?
I came over early,
you know we had a bridge game,
but she didn't
answer so I just--
- EDDIE: Carol found her
in the garage.
-She hung herself.
-DJ: No, no, no.
[ DJ sobbing ]
No. No.
I'm real sorry, reverend.
-DJ: Oh lord, no.
-DJ: Please, not Jewel, no!
♪
♪
Carol's son, George,
is exactly your age.
-Same birthday exactly.
- Eight. Nine.
She's crazy excited
he's getting baptized.
She invited everyone from
the restaurant.
Ten. Eleven. Twelve.
- What are you doing, Siena?
Counting white people.
Thirteen.
We've stopped the car for
some reason.
You don't want to be here.
I get it.
Oh my God.
Speech time.
- How could I possibly move
you to "Squaresville"
in the middle of your
senior year?
Okay. I get it.
- You were flunking.
Skipping class. Getting stoned.
- Okay. Okay.
- While your father was
out ruining my life.
-It's clean slate time, kiddo.
We're going to a baptism.
The symbolism alone.
- Look, we're in
this together, okay?
- So please just try
to remember that
everything happens
for a reason.
Good girl.
But I'm not gonna, like,
start to go to church
and be all happy all the time.
- Heaven forbid.
♪
Oh, Trish!
You made it.
Congratulations, George.
- CAROL: And don't you
look lovely, Siena.
-TRISH: Want a seat? Come on.
Nice poncho.
- CAROL: Come on, sweetheart.
- TRISH: Thank you again
- for having us.
It means so much.
-CAROL: I can't wait for you to meet the minister.
He's wonderful.
- CAROL: And his
wife is so lovely.
-Go ahead, George.
♪
[ DJ whispers ] There you are.
Alright. We're Good.
Alright.
[ clapping ]
Oh my God.
-DJ: Good job, man.
-Staring over is hard.
It's humbling,
frighting, humiliating.
-And I've started over, man,
more times than I can count.
Some of you know I was
a tour manager,
driver, for a big ol' band.
- Yeah. You know the one.
[ crowd rumbles ]
And it was amazing, glorious,
wild--wild ride.
But the thing is,
life on the road, affords a man
a lot of opportunities.
- DJ: Work hard, play hard,
you know?
I played real hard. Dipped in a
lot of different ponds,
entertained a lotta different
pharmacology.
Sometimes didn't even
recognize the name of them,
just went with it.
I was once called a raging,
fornicating "narcotopia."
[ laughter ]
I was searching...
searching for something.
Chasing.
Why was I chasing?
Why was I so hungry?
What was so wrong with
what I already had?
I'll tell you.
This good book, and it
is a good book.
But this good book isn't worth
the pages it's written on.
- I'm telling you, it's just a
bunch of words,
if we don't have one thing.
[ ♪ organ plays ♪ ]
What is that one thing?
What is that one thing?
♪
I don't know.
- I don't know either.
I don't really. I don't.
I don't know what that one
thing's name is.
So I just have to call it
what I call it,
-DJ: Love.
The love of Jesus Christ
our Lord and Savior.
The love that he showed
for us when he sacrificed
himself for us.
For all of us!
- [ crowd ] Amen.
-DJ: I love you, Lord.
- As you love these good people,
your servants.
- If you're starting
over here today,
If you're beginning again,
here today,
or if you're like George is,
and just beginning today,
as we all are,
each day.
And please,
my friends.
Please remember,
what starts in love,
[ whispers ]
ends above.
[ whispers ]
Let's pray.
- DJ: Alright, Raul. Take
care. Thank you, man.
-Thank you.
-Hey, Earl. Thanks so much.
That was just wonderful, DJ.
I can't tell you how happy I am
to have you with us.
George is gonna make a great
addition to our family.
-And on that score, Carol,
I want to thank you for
bringing these lovely
young sisters with you.
Oh, this is my new friend,
Trish.
Just started up at Friendly
Jim's, and her daughter, Siena.
- Daughter? Daughter?
Well it sure doesn't show.
Me, on the other hand, I'm
forty-three. Don't look a
day under sixty.
Vain as a peacock, he is.
Roasted in church by
my own wife.
Et tu, Brute, huh?
Then fall, Caesar.
- Yeah.
You like Shakespeare?
- I was a lit major.
I'm a big fan of the Bard,
big fan.
[ Trish giggles ]
You two should come back,
we have a lot of fun here.
Our youth program, Siena,
really smart, really
progressive.
It's the bomb. Isn't that
what you say?
-DJ: No?
It's on fleek. That's what we're
saying now. On fleek. No?
[ giggling ]
Nice necklace, by the way,
darlin'.
- Well, it's been a blessing
to meet you both,
And Trish, I do hope to see
you again, huh?
[ nervously ]
I hope to... see you again, too.
Have a blessed day.
It was nice meeting you.
- TRISH: Bye.
[ Trish hard sigh ]
- That guy is... ugh.
He was staring at my boobs, Mom,
that's how he saw my necklace.
You mean your gigantic green
pot leaf necklace?
My tiny, little herb leaf
necklace.
I think he was just trying to
connect, Siena.
-Yeah, with my boobs.
[ laughing ]
We're never coming back here,
right?
-Say we're never coming back.
- TRISH: The payment seems off,
Wells.
- TRISH: I don't know if you have
it on an auto transfer thing.
But it's actually higher than
the court mandated.
- Can you all keep it down to a
dull roar back here?
We'll talk later.
Trish, I said no calls at work.
-Now I have told you twice.
Sorry, I'm sorry,
Jimmy. I got a weird
notice from my bank.
- I don't care.
Honey, if it's not a four
alarm fire, you don't pick
up that phone.
- Aww, come on. It's slow as
hell, Jimmy.
Give her a break.
- CAROL: He's just grouchy 'cause
we haven't had
a customer in two hours.
- JIMMY: Is that it? No new
customers in two hours?
What do you call that?
- JIMMY: Would one of you lovely
ladies please move your butt
and help the customer?
-Well, hi there, Reverend.
Hey Carol, how are you?
- I'm very good. Very good.
- DJ: Thanks.
♪
[ sigh ]
Can I freshen you up, Reverend?
Trish, how the heck are you?
Hey, call me DJ, please.
Okay, DJ.
How long are you going to
read that thing?
You've been here over an hour.
You'll take root soon.
Such is the life of a minister.
-DJ: Ugh. Mud.
Jimmy makes it a little strong.
-It's bitter as his personality.
The nerve of that man to call
this place Friendly Jim's.
Yeah. He's not great
fan of mine.
What? That's ludicrous.
You, ma'am, are a peach, and you
got to come back to church.
We're missing you.
- Yeah.
- TRISH: I'd like to, it's just
my daughter.
No problem. No problem.
I don't push.
As they say, if the product
is good enough, it sells itself.
- Can I get you something else?
- Not on the menu.
[ nervous chuckle ]
[ laughs ]
[ phone vibrates ] Sorry.
It's my daughter's school.
I have to take this.
- It's okay. okay.
- I'm sorry.
What do you mean she's not
on the premises?
I dropped her off there
this morning.
[ on phone ]
-Ma'am, Siena hasn't been to any
of her classes at all today.
It's 1:00 P.M. and you're
realizing--
Dammit. I'm at work.
Really?
How many times do I have to tell
you about the phone?
- Sorry. It's my daughter.
- Listen to me.
- JIMMY: When you are here,
you are on my time.
- JIMMY: I am paying you.
You're fired.
- TRISH: Are you kidding me?
I can't believe you.
-JIMMY: If you want to act all
high and mighty you can do it as
you're walking out the door.
- JIMMY: Don't forget your phone,
sweetheart.
Jim! Come on, man.
Dammit.
- DJ: Trish. Slow down.
You don't have to leave.
Yes, I do. DJ, please.
Leave it be.
I just talked to him.
He's sorry.
-Look at him.
What'd you do to him?
Just reminded him with some
trouble I helped him with.
That's all.
He said you could have
your job back.
I'm not going back in there.
Look, DJ, I appreciate the help.
Really, I do. But I've got to
go find my daughter
and just think things through.
Okay?
I'm starting to think this whole
move was a huge mistake.
Now. Now. How could I let
you go if you're gonna say
a thing like that?
We're good people here in
Brightside.
-Give us a second chance.
- We'll make good.
I promise.
You need a job, right?
Come work with us.
-I need a new assistant.
Someone to help out with the
Good Works program,
help manage the books.
It's not complicated, just
somebody that could do math.
- You being a server, cutting up
people's checks five, six ways,
-I know you can do it.
- DJ: I'm too busy saving souls
to do it, myself.
And Betsey's been too sick
to do it, lately.
Might be a little bump in pay,
to boot.
Okay. You win.
Atta girl.
Alright. Now go find your
lost little lamb.
Thank you.
- Yeah. Absolutely.
Thank you so much for coming.
God bless you.
Thank you.
Bye.
Thank you.
Bye.
So, Gus, I head about
everything.
This check is going to
cover your back mortgage,
as well as your next few months.
-GUS: You don't have to do this.
We want to.
We're all together.
God bless you.
- DJ: It's okay.
Alright.
DJ, thank you.
You're welcome.
- Bless you. Bless you.
- DJ: Hey, thanks so much.
Appreciate it.
-Oh.
-DJ: What? What's wrong with them?
She's right.
-TRISH: Hey DJ.
Come look at this.
That's donations?
- Yeah.
- DJ: What?
- TRISH: I know!
[ laughter ]
-DJ: You're a godsend.
- DJ: Keep it up. We are so
lucky to have you.
♪
- DJ: Delicious bread.
- TRISH: Yummy.
[ coughing ]
Please excuse my cough.
I have this cold that
I can't seem to shake.
I'm so sorry, Betsey.
You shouldn't have gone to
all this trouble.
If I knew you were so sick--
- I wanted you over
and get my husband
home in time for
dinner for once.
BETSEY: I'm kidding.
I'm kidding.
I'm so grateful you've been able
to help out with Good Works.
- It's a blessed idea of yours,
honey.
- TRISH: It really was a great
idea, Betsey.
I mean, it feels good, you know,
to do something useful.
Help people out for real.
I always say,
being of use is a blessing
even greater for the giver
than it it is for the receiver.
He does always say that.
Doesn't he, though?
[ laughing ]
He's got good things to say.
Mostly.
-Mostly?
-[ laughing ]
-Can you believe this woman?
[ imitating flirtatiously]
I used to be a real trouble maker, once upon a time.
-DJ: I don't sound like that.
Do I sound like that?
[ mock giggling ]
-SIENA: Ugh.
- DJ: Let's say a prayer
before we eat, huh?
They invited us into their home,
they made us dinner,
that poor sick woman, and
he gave me a job.
Because he wants to get
in your pants.
Oh, okay. First it's your
boobs, and now it's my pants.
Which is it, Siena?
- Both!
Mom, I know Dad screwed you
over, but this guy?
Mom, you can do better.
- Can I, Siena?
Thank you so much for your
vote of confidence.
You're so welks.
- I was being sarcastic.
So was I.
- Listen to me, Siena.
-You live under my roof.
-You eat my food.
So you play by my rules.
Do you understand me?
Sure.
- Finish your dinner.
I'll be in the car.
How much of that did you hear?
Not much.
Alright.
All of it.
I'm sorry we ruined your dinner.
You should go back in to Betsey.
- She's already upstairs.
Called it quits for the night.
She wasn't feeling a 100 percent.
-DJ: How about you?
-You alright?
Yeah.
I'm just so tired of
fighting with her.
She's strong.
That's admirable.
Yeah. You go deal with her.
I'm not a good mom.
Yes, you are.
Don't say that.
She's 18, DJ.
-She's practically a woman.
I feel like just yesterday she
was, she was a little girl.
Now she's...
I'm losing her.
-TRISH: I can feel it.
I had Siena when I was fifteen.
She's all I know.
I messed up.
I messed up and I can't fix it.
Trish, honey, darling,
that's not true.
There's always time.
There's always time.
It's not just about her.
It's about you, too.
What do you mean?
You gotta take care
of yourself.
We help others by
helping ourselves.
Maybe.
- No maybe about it.
We lead first and best, not
by domineering by others in
our charge,
but being examples for
the flock.
Practice these things, and the
God of peace will be with you.
There's some good stuff in
that book of yours.
Keep laughing.
That's important.
Who's laughing?
-Well, smiling, then.
I'm smiling.
You're always smiling.
At you I am.
♪
-TRISH: Uh-uh.
-TRISH: Ah.
I'm sorry. That was wrong of me.
Wrong of me.
It's not like I don't feel
something, too.
But...
I should get Siena home.
Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah.
-DJ: Uh, no, actually.
-DJ: I think I'm going to
take Betsey on a little day
trip tomorrow.
That sounds nice.
Goodnight, Trish.
Goodnight, DJ.
♪
♪
[ screeching tires/crash ]
♪
Stop the car! Stop!
Please! Please!
A deer pulled out, ran out in
front of my car.
I swerved, my wife,
she's-- I can't find my phone.
Will you call 9-1-1, please?
-Yeah. Yeah, sure. Is your wife--
HURRY!
Sue, thanks so much for coming.
I'm so sorry.
- DJ: Tom. Hey.
Thank you.
-DJ: Thanks for coming up.
[ distant chatter of DJ
greeting guest ]
- TRISH: There you are! I've been
looking all over for you.
I literally haven't moved.
Great.
Let's go in.
Hey Trish, Siena.
I'm so glad you're both here.
DJ, I'm so sorry.
I just - I can't believe it.
There's no words.
The only comfort is
the comfort of God.
Yes, of course.
Huh?
- SIENA: Oh.
- Thank you for coming, Siena.
Oh, okay. Yeah.
Thank you.
-SIENA: Sorry.
We're both just so, so sorry
for your loss, DJ.
-Mom, come on.
It's okay, Trish.
Alright.
- JR. MINISTER: It is precisely
that light,
and that love,
that permeated her spirit.
- And her spirit remains
unchanged.
-It has been reunited and
wrapped in the light of
the greatest love.
Betsey is with God now.
Now Reverend Becker has
a few words.
-DJ, come on down.
[ raspberries ]
♪
The Lord giveth and the
Lord taketh away.
- That's what we're told and
must believe.
- Because belief is all we have
in times like these.
Everything happens for a reason.
We may know the reasons.
-DJ: We may not.
Our hearts may feel things.
Or they don't.
- DJ: We might be sighted or
we might be blinded.
[ Siena laughing ]
- TRISH: Shh.
[ sigh ]
Betsey was a godly woman.
- DJ: My wife loved God.
[ Siena giggling ]
I love God.
We all do. Don't we?
[ laughing uncontrollably ]
-TRISH: Siena, stop it!
[ Siena giggling ]
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
She's just... so sad.
I'm sorry.
[ crowd chatter ]
Now. Now.
We all grieve in our own way.
Siena!
Siena, stop right now!
Don't you dare! Siena!
Aaah!
[ exhale ]
DJ, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
Siena. She just--
She's probably just--
- No more apologizing, Trish.
It's hard.
She's a strong-willed girl.
I can only imagine what
you're going through.
She is! So much more lately.
She's out of control.
Ever since...
Oh my God, DJ.
This is the worst day
of your life.
What am I doing talking
about my problems.
You need to be taken care of.
Not taking care of
everybody else.
- You poor man. I can't imagine
what you're going through.
Doesn't seem real yet.
-You need to grieve.
You need to focus on Betsey...
Okay?
Yeah.
Thanks, Trish.
DJ, I'll pull your car around,
okay?
Alright,
[ sigh ]
[ voicemail greeting ]
SIENA: Leave it at the beep, losers.
Siena, come home now!
[ hangs up ]
[ knocking ]
- TRISH: Just what in the hell
did you think you were--
DJ. Hi.
-Disappointed?
What?
-No.
-Well, actually, yeah.
Siena hasn't come home.
Oh no.
I mean, I'm happy
to see you it's just
a bit of a moment.
You understand.
Should I leave you to it?
- No, no, no.
-I'm sorry.
I'm just a little edgy.
Please, please stay.
Are you sure?
-Yeah.
-TRISH: How was the visitation?
Um.
It was okay.
Yeah. Okay.
You sure?
It's hard.
I just feel so alone, you know?
All at once. Just suddenly alone
in this wide world.
You know what I mean?
I do.
Trish, I hope you don't mind
my coming by, I just-
I just feel so comfortable
with you.
No. It's okay, DJ.
♪
[ door opens ]
Siena!
Are you kidding me?
Where have you been?
[ laughing ]
Making out with married ministers, obviously!
Where have you been?
You both are disgusting!
-TRISH: Siena!
-TRISH: Honey!
I think you should probably go,
DJ.
This is going to be a mess.
- Yeah.
[ knocking ]
Siena open the door!
Siena, I'm not asking you,
I'm telling you!
Open the door right now!
[ sigh ]
Siena.
I know you don't like
my choices.
I understand.
- TRISH: I may not like
them either.
But, honey.
You're making choices too.
You cannot just take my car
and disappear for hours
- and then come up to your
room and smoke pot
- and expect that I'm just
gonna roll with it.
- TRISH: No matter what
choices I make.
Siena.
Please.
Just let me in.
-TRISH: Please.
[ knocking ]
Siena open this damn
door right now!
[ footsteps approach ]
Could I try?
-DJ: Siena.
-I'm sorry you saw that.
- It was wrong. I shouldn't
have been...
I shouldn't even be in
your house.
I'm leaving in just a
few minutes.
But I just want to say your
mother's a wonderful person.
I know you don't feel that way
sometimes, but, I'm telling you,
she's one of the most wonderful
people I've ever met.
-DJ: And so are you.
- DJ: I know you know that.
And I know that.
But I'm just trying to do
something good.
Be happy.
Help people maybe if I can.
I'm sure you know I had
a pretty rough day.
I'm not making excuses,
I'm just...
-DJ: I'm just a--
Okay. Sorry to bother you.
Maybe I should have just
got toasted like a normal
person does.
Roll up a big ol' doob.
-DJ: Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Thanks for trying.
Yeah.
[ door unlocks ]
No one says doob, anymore.
-SIENA: Or reefer.
Or any of those dumb old words.
So your mother is going
through a hard time.
I apologize. As you see, it was
just a hard day, you know?
- TRISH: I wanted to thank you,
DJ.
-For what?
-Are you kidding me?
For this job. For being
so great with Siena.
For being so
incredibly generous.
Stop. It's my joy to help
if I can.
I should be thanking you.
You've been so helpful in the
office. Picking up the slack,
during this past month.
How you holding up?
Much better.
I'm telling you.
Having you and Siena in my life
as been such a blessing.
I want to apologize if
I've ever...
crossed any lines.
- No.
No, DJ. If anything,
I should be apologizing.
I knew that you were grieving.
I never should--
-For we all stumble in many ways.
- DJ: Oh by the way,
I have something for you.
It's a collection of
Shakespeare's sonnets.
I thought you might like it.
Thank you. That's so
sweet of you.
Yep. It'll only be ten bucks.
I'm kidding, come on.
[ laughing ]
♪
Hey Siena.
How are you?
I'm good. Just waiting
for my mom.
- You okay?
- SIENA: Yeah, I'm fine.
Are you sure? You don't look it.
Yeah. It's fine, DJ.
Don't worry about it.
I'm not worried.
I know you can handle yourself.
Yep.
-DJ: You know.
Back in my day, I'm telling ya,
I had my fair share rebellious shenanigans.
Yeah, I've heard.
I'm just saying I can relate.
Probably more than you know so.
Feel free to talk to me.
I won't ever judge you, Siena.
Promise.
Thanks.
-DJ: So?
Talk to me?
Boy problems?
Sorta.
I met this guy and we've hung
out a few times.
We've been texting
back and forth.
And we had made plans to hang
out tonight,
but now he's being a jerk
and not responding.
Nah. Don't sweat this guy,
Siena.
You deserve better.
A lot better.
Yeah, I know, Just--
- What?
Never mind.
Siena, you can trust me.
Okay, but you better not
tell Mom or anyone.
Of course not.
He was supposed to get me,
you know,
some green.
[ laughs ]
I see.
Isn't it legal now?
Well, I mean, I guess.
Not until I'm 21.
I understand.
Well, I'm sorry Siena, but,
just remember to be responsible,
okay?
Don't let this guy get to you.
I'm telling you. He's a dweeb.
Thanks, DJ.
Of course.
I want you to take down
my number.
Just in case you ever want to
talk or if you need anything.
Okay?
-I mean it.
Sure.
I'm going to check on your mom,
okay?
You good?
- Mm-hmm.
Alright.
♪
[ laughter ]
- No.
[ overlapping dialogue ]
Alright.
[ blows/laughs ]
Ugh.
Really?
So say "knock knock."
- Knock knock.
Who's there?
- Who's there?
[ laughing ]
It's not what you're
supposed to say.
[ chatter ]
I did. Thanks for cooking.
- Yeah?
- Mom doesn't cook, ever.
- Really?
-DJ: Where did you get this?
A guy gave it to me.
Oh yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
-DJ: A boyfriend?
[ distant chatter ]
♪
[ moans ]
[ Trish exhales ]
-DJ: Yes, indeed.
- TRISH: You are good at that,
reverend.
-You are better at it.
[ Trish moans ]
- Trish: Wait. Why
don't you come back
over here and minister to
me a little.
I will. In just a minute.
Where you going?
I forgot my bible in the car.
Still don't have next weeks
sermon licked.
You need help licking it?
You are a wicked woman.
And I'll be back in a jif.
♪
♪
[ DJ and Siena laughing ]
-SIENA: No. yeah, I totally get it.
-DJ: I don't think you do.
You gotta go along, to get
along sometimes.
Then when everything's calm,
then you go after what you
really want, you know?
-SIENA: Yeah.
- DJ: But you gotta know what
you really want.
I know what I really want.
Do you?
[ laughing ]
You guys doing okay in here?
What are you two talking about
here so secretly?
It's about how lunatic he is.
Okay, well, it's after midnight.
So you got to get to bed.
Yes. Yes, Mommy Dear.
Goodnight, space cadet.
You're a space cadet.
Goodnight, honey.
Goodnight.
[ shuts door ]
Hey babe.
I thought you were just going
to get your bible?
I did.
Why were...
I thought you were going
to come right back?
I did.
-I--
-You--
[ sigh ]
Never mind.
[ laughs ]
♪
♪
♪
[ bell rings ]
What's up, George?
[ laughing ]
- What?
-Nothing.
[ giggles ]
So how'd you guys find out
I had this, anyway?
The word's out there.
The word is out there?
The word from who?
From the word, I guess.
[ friends laughing ]
What?
-Nothing.
Alright, well, sorry to leave
this scintillating conversation,
but I have to get home to
Mommy and the Rev.
Keep it.
-SIENA: Oh, crap.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for my daughter,
Siena Corbett.
Oh, heya, reverend.
- Hi, Eddie. How are you?
- Just fine, just fine.
Been doing a little fishing--
Hey! I said I'm looking for
my daughter,
Siena Corbett.
-DETECTIVE: Don't hesitate to call.
Siena. My God.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down,
miss.
You good?
What the hell is going on,
Siena?
-We found her with drugs.
-A whole lotta marijuana.
- Just shy of us having to
sending her out for dealing.
-TRISH: Dealing?
My daughter is not
dealing drugs.
You sure about that?
-Yes, I am!
How are you, Leslie?
I'm fine.
You could call me Detective Mann
if you would, please, reverend.
Siena, I'm letting you off
easy this time.
But I don't want to see you
back here again.
And if you feel like telling us
where you got that big old
baggie of weed,
you just come on in and
let us know.
I got it from some guy
in the city.
I don't know even know his name.
-MANN: As you said.
Have a nice day.
Let's go.
- No.
Siena, if you test me right now,
I swear to God--
Mom, I don't need
the talk right now.
-You don't need it?
I told you before. If you live
in my house--
That's the thing. I'm not going
to live in your house anymore.
Oh yeah? Where you
gonna live?
You're going to go back
to the city and move in
with one of your friends?
-That's not gonna happen.
Not what I'm doing.
Then where the hell are you going to move?
-Oh hey, Dad.
-Hi, honey.
Wells, you can't just show
up here and scoop her up
like a puppy.
I know I may not look like the
mother of the year, but
she's gotta face the
music or she's not gonna
learn a thing.
I agree, Trish.
You know she's playing you
off me, right?
She's using you to make
me feel bad.
She's so furious at the way
things went down with us.
- I am too if I'm being honest.
- I know.
I mean, I'm doing the best I can
with the cards I've been dealt,
Wells.
Trish, I agree.
With everything you say.
What?
That's what I've been trying to
say for the past thirty minutes.
Then why are you here?
My daughter called me from jail.
I'm not here to ruffle feathers,
I'm not here to take her away,
but come on.
What a I supposed to do?
Not show up?
I'm her father.
She wanted me.
I'm going to come.
I mean, honestly,
I just want everything back
to the way it was.
I wish the both of you
would come home.
[ sigh ]
Wow.
Who are you?
I've been to therapy.
You must have been.
I didn't want it to be all
my fault, but it was.
- WELLS: I messed up the best
thing in my life.
-TRISH: Dammit, Wells.
Where was this a year ago?
I mean, you have no idea how
long I have waited for you
to say those words.
-WELLS: I know.
I know. I wish I could have
gotten here sooner.
Before you put down roots.
He's a very nice man.
Is he?
He's amazing.
I mean, his wife just died,
and he's still more
together then I am.
Is that admirable?
I don't mean the man any
disrespect.
I'm just saying,
if my wife died...
I'd be destroyed.
Okay, kid. Lets get you home
to your mom's.
Wait. What?
-WELLS: What do you think?
- Get arrested and the world
is your oyster?
We're on the same page, Siena.
You're not playing us
off each other.
Daddy?
- TRISH: Wait in the car.
We'll talk more at home.
It's okay.
[ sigh ]
You must be the famous DJ. It's
a pleasure to meet you.
And you, Wells. That's some
solid parenting there.
Well, we can pull it out for
the big occasions I guess.
Right, Trish?
You're staying in town?
-Just for a day or two.
I think we have a little family
conferencing to do.
Why don't you stay with us?
Trish's place is amazing.
Thank you, no. I've got a hotel.
And I'd rather not confuse
things with Siena.
Wise choice. Why don't you join
us for dinner tomorrow night
then, huh?
-DJ: Won't you?
Okay. Sure.
Marvelous.
- DJ: Hey, pleasure to meet you,
huh?
You, too.
- Alright.
Let's go, babe.
- DJ: Wells seems like a decent
man. A good father.
Imperfect man, certainly.
But, he's a good dad, I think.
Yep. I could tell he's
a good man.
A good man who erred.
[ sigh ]
Yeah.
You forgive him?
We've been together forever,
you know.
- TRISH: He's my high school
sweetheart.
Yeah, he erred.
-TRISH: It wasn't a small error.
-TRISH: It was an error that
turned my whole life upside
down.
While I was upside down
I met you.
-TRISH: I'm so grateful.
-TRISH: But...
But?
I still feel upside down.
- TRISH: It's hard not to want
to get righted.
I'm sorry.
I don't feel right talking
to you about--
-No, no, no, no.
- DJ: It's alright. You mean
a lot to me, Trish.
-DJ: You know that. But
I'd never stand between
a husband and wife.
Even a divorced
husband and wife.
Why don't I try to counsel us
all tomorrow night?
As a family.
Counsel us?
- Yeah?
Really? You'd do that?
- That's what I do, Trish.
[ sigh ]
You sweet, sweet man.
♪
I'm sorry I'm so late.
Doesn't matter.
Where's Siena and Wells?
He didn't show.
-DJ: What?
I called and called.
I sent him text messages.
Nothing.
- Baby.
I just can't believe it.
I mean, not for me,
but for Siena.
-DJ: I know.
What happened to you?
Oh, I just,
I caught something when
I got out of the car. Just--
Baby, I'm so sorry.
It was like he turned into
a different man.
[ sniffs ]
I turned into a different woman.
The world just...
How did I get so messed up?
You're not messed up, baby.
Not at all.
You're perfect.
I'm here for you.
-I was so stupid.
Just so stupid.
I mean, Siena is crushed.
She couldn't even eat.
She just went back up
to her room.
-DJ: You aren't stupid.
Baby, and I'll take care
of you and Siena.
I love you,
Trish.
I'm in love with you.
I was getting ready to ask you
if you wanted to marry me
yesterday,
but now things seem
a little weird--
Oh my God, DJ. That's so sweet.
But--
I should talk to Siena before I
make any promises.
You understand.
- Of course.
Okay. Just don't go anywhere,
okay?
-TRISH: Siena, it's Mom.
Open the door. I need to
talk to you.
Siena, take your headphones off.
[ reading letter ]
SIENA: Mom, I'm sorry to leave
this in a note,
but I have decided I have
to leave.
Don't worry, I'm with Dad.
We're moving and I'm very safe.
Please don't try to contact me,
I'll reach out when I'm ready.
I need time to grow without you.
Love, Siena.
She's gone, DJ.
She left me, too.
Shhh. It's okay, honey.
I ruined everything.
Just everything.
- DJ: Hey sweetie.
Sweetie, remember.
-As a mother comforts her child,
-so will I comfort you.
I want to get married.
Like you said.
Don't worry about that now.
- No! I'm telling you.
I want to get married.
As soon as possible.
Now if I could.
I'm not going to lose you too.
- Are you sure?
I've never been more sure of
anything in my life.
It's okay, honey.
It's okay.
[ Trish sobbing ]
♪
JUNIOR MINISTER: Marriage is the
joining of two souls into one.
-DJ...
- Do you take Trish to be your
lawfully wedded wife,
to have and to hold.
For better or worse.
Till death do you part?
-DJ: I do.
-JUNIOR MINISTER: And Trish?
- Do you take DJ, to be your
lawfully wedded husband,
to have and to hold.
For better or worse.
Till death do you part?
Trish.
What?
I do.
I now pronounce you,
husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
[ clapping ]
-Babe, you okay?
-I'm fine.
[ clapping ]
[ clapping ]
Thanks so much for coming, Gil.
- You're welcome. My pleasure.
Good luck to you.
-Yeah. Thank you.
Take care.
Alright. Thank you.
Thanks.
Tony. Thank you, sir.
♪
I'm sorry, honey.
-DJ: I'm sorry Siena didn't
show, I know you're
disappointed.
Yeah.
-DJ: Change scares people.
- DJ: You just have to remind
them everything,
-even unexpected things,
-DJ: happen for good reason.
Yeah.
Yeah.
-DJ: She'll come around.
I just can't believe she...
I sent emails,
-I left calls,
I sent her text messages.
It's been a month and I just get
one word emails from her.
And her father won't even...
[ sniffs ]
I have no idea where
my daughter is living.
[ Trish crying ]
- That's okay, honey.
Darlin', it's okay.
-DJ: Why don't we go outside
and get a little fresh air,
huh honey?
I'd love a little air.
Wouldn't you?
I'll meet you outside
in a sec.
Just give me one minute, okay?
Okay.
♪
[ screams ]
Ah.
-HIKER #1: Hey, you okay?
-HIKER #2: Yeah, I'm fine.
- HIKER #1: Oh my God,
behind you!
[ screams ]
I'm thinking we should redo
the front porch,
Just update it a bit,
Maybe add a portico to
the backdoor.
Mm-hmm.
You think we should do a
mini-moon or a full honeymoon?
I'm thinking full.
Wait a few months and
then go all out.
I'm no Catholic, but man I'd
love to see the Sistine Chapel.
-Have you ever been to Italy?
Mm-Hmm.
-Where? All around?
Huh?
Did you go all over Italy or
just hit the highlights?
Italy? No, I never.
-Dammit, Trish.
[ sigh ]
I'm sorry. I'm Just--
-Distracted, yeah, I know.
Look, I think, if you put
yourself in my shoes--
- Here we go, 'cause it's all
about you.
It's not all about me, DJ.
My daughter--
- is gone.
- Yeah. Yeah.
I heard that.
I don't think you did. Or you
wouldn't be talking to me in
this tone.
This is our wedding, Patricia.
This is our time.
You're right.
You're right.
- Trish. Look.
You're my wife.
I love you. You mean
everything to me.
I should mean everything to you.
You do.
-TRISH: Of course you do.
That's all I'm saying.
Okay. I agree.
But, wait.
What are you saying?
-Huh?
What are you saying? Are you
saying that I shouldn't be
thinking about my daughter?
She's my daughter, DJ.
-I know she's your daughter.
There's nothing more precious
than the bond
between the a mother
and her child.
But?
What if she doesn't want
to talk to you?
Well,
that's exactly what she said,
but--
Shouldn't you respect
her wishes?
- Look, all I'm saying is that
she's going to talk to you
when she wants to talk to you.
You can't force that.
Can't I?
Come on, Trish. Be reasonable.
- I will not be reasonable, DJ.
-She's my daughter.
- If she's mad then fine.
But if she doesn't come home,
at some point,
all I know is that I will not
stop until I get her back.
Or what?
Or nothing.
I got to go.
Trish. Where are you--
Trish.
- I can't.
- Trish, wait.
TRISH!
- I'll be back in a minute.
TRISH!
[ bangs on table ]
Sir. Is everything okay?
I'm fine. Thank you.
Excuse me.
Wait.
Leave the glasses.
In fact, I've changed my mind.
Can we get another glass of the,
merlot for me and my wife?
Of course.
Thank you, sir.
Alright. You're almost there.
Here. Here.
I'll take your shoes.
-[ slurring ] Shoes.
I don't understand, DJ.
- Huh?
[ slurring ]
I don't understand.
[ slurring ]
I barely drink.
[ slurring ]
I only had two glasses.
You're a lightweight, I guess.
- No.
And you haven't been eating.
- No.
That's not it.
I used to drink--
[ groans ]
I used to--
What?
I'm gonna, I'm gonna--
[ vomiting ]
♪
-EDDIE: This country's hard.
People are hard.
What do you mean?
This country is made up of
people, Eddie.
People that do things.
Leslie.
- Mm-hmm.
I got something for you.
♪
[ knocking ]
Hi.
Hey baby.
♪
♪
[ voice echoes ]
Siena.
[ voice echoes ]
Where are you?
Could she be under the covers?
Siena!
[ gasp ]
-DJ: Another bad dream?
Where's Siena?
-She's with her dad, remember?
I showed you the email.
That really happened?
Yeah. Darlin',
gosh you've been sick.
-Drink a little water, hon.
I feel terrible.
You need to eat.
Ugh.
Take a few bites.
You need food if you're
gonna feel better.
It tastes weird.
Nothing tastes right
when your sick.
- Mm-mm.
- Trish!
I should go to the doctor.
- You have the flu.
There's nothing the doctor
can do for that.
It's viral. Sleep, eat and rest.
That's it.
Atta girl.
-You sleep now.
Open a can of soup when
you wake up.
Would you rather have soup?
- [ groans ]
♪
♪
[ knocking ]
Hello.
- Hi.
- SIENA: How are you? [kiss ]
What did you get?
All good things, little honey.
Chinese food! Orange chicken,
moo shu pork and here you go,
big fried rice.
Yum.
Did you get my phone?
Seriously?
Oh wait. Wait.
What's this?
- Good. I thought I was
gonna die.
- How dramatic.
- Do you even know what it's like
disconnected for weeks? It's
like using an outhouse.
It's like changing the TV
channel with the dial.
The horror.
[ sigh ]
So I was thinking, I was
going to call my mom.
What?
Siena, I thought we already
talked about--
What?
Darling, the last time I brought
any of this up, she said
she didn't want to talk to you,
she didn't want to talk about
you, and she got completely
furious.
Yeah, well, she can't stay
mad at me forever.
Siena, I know you don't like
to hear this,
but your mother is very
emotional, very controlling,
and she just won't accept
you doing what you want
with your life.
Last time we spoke, she said
things I can't even repeat.
Honey, I'll be leaving her soon,
and then you and I can live
together the way we want.
Like what?
- Huh?
Like what? What sort of
things did she say
that you can't even repeat.
I don't want to make you any
more angry at your mother than
what you already are.
DJ. I'm eighteen.
I'm a grown woman.
Okay.
She said she's disappointed with
the way you turned out.
- She thinks you've always
been unreliable,
you're born that way, and that
she's done with you now.
Don't make me tell you anymore,
please.
Let me get this situation
squared away,
and then we can leave this place
and start over some place new.
I gotta run now,
but I'll bring back pizza
tonight, okay babe?
[ kiss ]
Alright?
I'll be back tonight.
Hey.
What's going on?
- TRISH: You're positive it's
Wells?
- MANN: The dental records
have been confirmed.
But - but--
Siena left with him.
We've been emailing.
-TRISH: She left a note.
Saying that she was--
I'm so confused.
How long ago did they leave, DJ?
You don't know how long your
daughter's been gone?
I was sick. I've been sick.
-I don't know how long.
- She left a note saying she
needed space and time,
and that she was with her
father.
Oh my--I have to file a missing
person's report! Don't I?
Yes. We're going to start
that immediately.
Go ahead and file that report,
please.
- DJ: Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Siena isn't missing.
-DJ: I saw her.
- I ran into her a couple weeks
ago in the city.
What the hell are you
talking about?
- She didn't want me to tell you,
Trish.
I'm, I don't like to betray
confidences,
but... okay,
she's living with her boyfriend
somewhere in the city.
I don't know him.
He's a little bit older.
-She didn't think you'd approve.
So that's it?
She told you not to tell me,
so you didn't?
Are you in high school?
Are you kidding me, DJ?!
I'm sorry, Trish. I didn't want
to lose her again.
She's very distrusting,
she wouldn't tell me where she
lives for fear we'd barge in.
- DJ: She made me promise
not to tell you before
she'd even give me
her phone number.
Give it to me now!
-Trish, baby, come on, baby.
Take a little time.
Calm down a bit.
DJ.
Her father is dead. I thought
that she might be dead, too.
So just shut up and give me
my daughter.
Okay.
-DJ: Alright.
Hello, Mr. Minister man.
[ gasp ]
Siena, it's mom.
Where are you?
Siena, honey. I need to talk to
you. Where are you?
You are talking to me.
Siena, honey.
I have some terrible news.
- You can't control me, Mom.
What does that mean? I don't
even know what you're talking
about.
-SIENA [phone]: I'm not
your puppet. You can't
just pull my string
when you want me, and
ignore me when you don't.
Siena, honey.
-Your father, he, um...
-TRISH [phone]: he died.
-TRISH [phone]: He died.
His body was discovered by
the police today.
They're at the house now.
Honey. Honey, did you hear me?
I got to go, Mom.
Siena! Siena! Wait!
Siena.
[ crying ]
SIENA [Voicemail]: Leave it at
the beep, losers.
-No! Dammit.
Reverend, where was the last
place you saw her?
Uh. I don't know.
It was a parking lot, I think.
You don't remember where you saw
your stepdaughter after a month
of not knowing where she is?
- TRISH: Would you make her
stop, already?
Ma'am, I am just trying to
help you locate your daughter.
-Please. Just go. Just leave.
Just leave us alone. Leave me
and my family alone, okay?
I think we'd better talk
another night, detective.
It's okay, baby.
I'm sorry.
You gotta eat to feel better.
Come on.
There you go.
Alright.
I got to run.
♪
[ coughs ]
♪
♪
♪
What is wrong with you?
[ thud ]
DJ?
♪
Oh.
Hey there.
Detective Mann,
what are you doing here?
Sorry. I didn't realize anyone
was here.
I didn't see any cars in
the garage, so I'm just
looking about.
Seeing if you guys
were out here.
What are you doing in here?
Satisfying a curiosity.
You're searching for
something. You can't just
search people's houses.
Legally, outbuildings are more
of a gray area, actually.
Can I help you with something?
DJ's first wife, Jewel,
she hanged herself in
her garage.
I know that.
I wasn't in Brightside
at the time.
But, Betsey I knew.
Not well, but I met her at
a function or two around town.
She always seemed nice.
Little timid. But, again,
a nice person,
a good person.
Sick on and off.
Uh-huh.
When we pulled her body
out of DJ's car,
she had a lot of bruising,
more than you would expect
for a car accident.
I wasn't assigned to the case,
but I looked over the files.
DJ had her cremated
quickly after.
So we weren't able to look
into it any further.
-I know he was in the accident.
He had his injuries.
And yeah, the car was smashed
up pretty good.
But, two wives?
A man twice widowed before
the age of fifty.
It's not the norm, is it?
What do you want to know,
detective?
Did DJ have any issue with the
re-appearance of your ex?
He was very happy to
have him here.
He offered to counsel us.
-MANN: To counsel you?
You mean to get you
back together?
Like marriage counseling?
Wells didn't show up.
To your counseling session?
With DJ?
Because he was dead.
I don't know.
-Of course.
-Yeah. We don't know either.
When a body decays like that,
it's hard to know
precisely when a person died.
-MANN: You get a range is all.
Did you love your ex-husband,
Trish?
Do you still?
DJ's a perceptive man, Trish.
I'm guessing that he would
have gotten the feeling
that I'm getting
right about now.
Wells was a real fly in
his ointment.
But hey,
like you said,
he was real cool about you two.
That's great.
Of course it's hard to know
what person's really thinking.
What's really going on
behind the eyes.
He's a good man.
DJ or Wells?
Alright, well...
I'll leave you to it.
When DJ comes back, let him know
I'd love to chat with him.
About what?
About his wonderful life.
-DJ loves me.
He's taken care of me
like a saint.
He's the only good thing in
my life, detective.
You might want to think
why that is, Trish.
You can call me Leslie,
by the way.
I'm really glad to see you
feeling better.
[ running water ]
♪
♪
Jesus.
[ typing ]
♪
James.
Trish.
♪
Siena.
Siena.
♪
-TRISH: Brightside Arms.
What the hell is
Brightside Arms?
♪
[ ominous music ]
[ reading letter ]
♪
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
♪
Brightside Arms.
♪
Dammit.
- OPERATOR [phone]: Brightside
Police Department.
Hi, this is Patricia Corbett. I
need to talk to Detective Mann.
-OPERATOR [phone]:
I could put you through to
her voicemail.
-TRISH: Yeah, do that.
♪
[ phone rings ]
Detective Mann.
Uh-huh.
When did she call?
[ sigh ]
Why didn't you tell me sooner?
[ sigh ]
Yeah. Yeah.
♪
Siena!
Siena, honey.
Please, it's me.
Please open the door.
I need to talk to you.
-TRISH: Siena.
-TRISH: DJ.
- I don't know what he's been
telling you about me,
or about yourself,
but you can't believe it.
He's...
I don't know what he is.
But you cannot believe
anything that he says.
- I know that now.
I should have known it before.
I'm so sorry, Siena. I'm
supposed to protect you.
And I screwed up.
Please.
You're the only thing that
matters to me.
I love you, Siena.
- I love you more than anything
in the hold world.
Please don't let him tear us
apart, more than he already has.
Okay? Please.
Please.
Baby.
Mommy. Mommy.
I'm okay.
Mom, what's wrong?
-My food... my food...
he's been...
Mom! Mom!
[ exhale ]
-DJ: Hello, ladies.
-What did you do to her, DJ?
You bastard.
- DJ: What did I do to her?
I didn't do anything!
What did she do to herself,
Siena?
What did she do to us? That's
what you should be asking.
Give me my phone.
Why? So she can go on poising
us? Pulling us apart?
She's dying, DJ.
No, she's not.
She is just being dramatic.
-DJ: Like my mom used to be
when I was a kid.
[ Trish groans ]
Everything was always life or
death with Momma.
But you know what it was,
really?
- DJ: Just a way of her shirking
her motherly duties.
I see the same thing in
your momma.
Always playing around, acting
out, dissembling.
You're crazy.
- DJ: Whoa! Whoa! Hey!
Now calm down a minute, Siena.
Don't go running off getting
yourself into trouble.
I'm not the one who's in
trouble. You are.
I'm not the one waving a
knife at someone.
I mean, what you goin'
to do with that?
Stab me?
I'll use this if I have to.
You don't have to. You
don't have to do anything
you don't want to.
I'm just saying, think about
what you're doing before you
do it.
Unlike me.
Man.
- DJ: You really messed
this one up, DJ.
- I just wanted us to be
together, Siena. That's all.
You and me,
you and her, all of us together.
But, one thing turned into
another,
and I decided to slow her
down a little.
God.
I think I'm going to burn
in Hell, Siena.
Yes. Yes, you are.
But first you're going to
rot in prison for poisoning
my mother.
Actually, I don't know
about that.
She's going to die, Siena.
- No! Don't say that.
I'm just telling you.
She's going to.
-DJ: She's not coming back.
- DJ: So now the question is,
when the police come,
they're going to want to know
if she poisoned herself out
of desperation
because the daughter that she
deeply loved coldly cut off
contact with her,
even on her wedding day,
wouldn't reach out to her.
Or was it someone else?
Maybe that very daughter
because she was keeping her
from the man she loved.
I don't-- YOU POISONED
HER! I know you did.
You did everything.
I didn't make you come here,
Siena. I didn't make you cut
off your mother.
-DJ: Cruel, heartless child.
Yes, you did.
You told me things.
What you wanted to hear, baby.
No. No! I love my mom.
I know I do.
Then why did you let a few words
turn you away from her?
- DJ: Honor thy mother and
father.
The bible tells us that in
plain language.
Honor them, but you didn't.
You just--
[ knocking ]
- MANN: Open up! Police!
She poisoned herself.
You tell them that she poisoned
herself,
or I'll tell them that you and I
did it together.
You're my accomplice and you'll
rot as long as me, or longer.
[ knocking ]
I said, open up!
-DJ: Tell them!
Or else I'll make this much
worse for you, Siena.
And that's a promise.
They'll believe me.
You know they will.
Everyone always believes me.
I'm a holy man.
-DJ: Now. Come on, baby.
[ knocking ]
-MANN: This is your last
warning!
-DJ: Give me the knife.
Okay.
-DJ: Good girl.
-No do as I say.
[ knocking ]
-MANN: Open this door or
it's coming--
Siena, are you alright?
He has a knife. He's trying to
kill me and my mom.
Now, hold on. Give me
just a minute!
-SIENA: My mom needs help!
-MANN: Get her a paramedic, now!
We need a paramedic, STAT!
Detective Mann! Detective Mann!
Eddie, tell her how good I was
to your mother when she dying.
Eddie, tell her!
Dang, reverend.
You have the right to shut your
damn mouth, reverend.
♪
- SIENA: Mom. Mom.
Please, come back.
Mom.
♪
[ whispers ]
Siena?
Siena?
Siena?
Siena?
Yeah.
You're awake.
-TRISH: Oh, baby.
I missed you so much.
I missed you, too.
-Come here.
-TRISH: That kinda hurts.
Oh no. It doesn't hurt
that much.
Oh God.
Mom?
-Yes, baby?
Can we--
- get the hell out of Brightside?
Absolutely.
[ crying ]
♪
♪
♪
[ moans ]
[ chuckles ]
My lord,
- [ exhale ]
- You're good at that.
- You're a sweet one.
[ hard exhale ]
You okay?
Yeah.
Great.
DJ, please.
Don't.
What happened to you?
You have a big ol'
scratch across your back.
Fall out of a tree on
your way here?
That was your...
animal passion.
I'm kidding.
I was working in the garage.
There was this piece of trim
poking out of the garbage.
Jewel must've left it there
or something.
Betsey, honey.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to mention her.
I love you.
Truly and deeply.
You know that, right?
Remember what I always say,
God put this love in our hearts.
And if he did--
[ together ]
then it can't be wrong.
God will clear us a path.
-How do you know?
I just do.
I promise.
BETSEY: Can't you stay?
DJ: I should go.
DJ: I don't want my wife
waiting too long.
♪
- Oh DJ!
- DJ: Carol, what's going on?
- It's Jewel.
- What happened?
I came over early,
you know we had a bridge game,
but she didn't
answer so I just--
- EDDIE: Carol found her
in the garage.
-She hung herself.
-DJ: No, no, no.
[ DJ sobbing ]
No. No.
I'm real sorry, reverend.
-DJ: Oh lord, no.
-DJ: Please, not Jewel, no!
♪
♪
Carol's son, George,
is exactly your age.
-Same birthday exactly.
- Eight. Nine.
She's crazy excited
he's getting baptized.
She invited everyone from
the restaurant.
Ten. Eleven. Twelve.
- What are you doing, Siena?
Counting white people.
Thirteen.
We've stopped the car for
some reason.
You don't want to be here.
I get it.
Oh my God.
Speech time.
- How could I possibly move
you to "Squaresville"
in the middle of your
senior year?
Okay. I get it.
- You were flunking.
Skipping class. Getting stoned.
- Okay. Okay.
- While your father was
out ruining my life.
-It's clean slate time, kiddo.
We're going to a baptism.
The symbolism alone.
- Look, we're in
this together, okay?
- So please just try
to remember that
everything happens
for a reason.
Good girl.
But I'm not gonna, like,
start to go to church
and be all happy all the time.
- Heaven forbid.
♪
Oh, Trish!
You made it.
Congratulations, George.
- CAROL: And don't you
look lovely, Siena.
-TRISH: Want a seat? Come on.
Nice poncho.
- CAROL: Come on, sweetheart.
- TRISH: Thank you again
- for having us.
It means so much.
-CAROL: I can't wait for you to meet the minister.
He's wonderful.
- CAROL: And his
wife is so lovely.
-Go ahead, George.
♪
[ DJ whispers ] There you are.
Alright. We're Good.
Alright.
[ clapping ]
Oh my God.
-DJ: Good job, man.
-Staring over is hard.
It's humbling,
frighting, humiliating.
-And I've started over, man,
more times than I can count.
Some of you know I was
a tour manager,
driver, for a big ol' band.
- Yeah. You know the one.
[ crowd rumbles ]
And it was amazing, glorious,
wild--wild ride.
But the thing is,
life on the road, affords a man
a lot of opportunities.
- DJ: Work hard, play hard,
you know?
I played real hard. Dipped in a
lot of different ponds,
entertained a lotta different
pharmacology.
Sometimes didn't even
recognize the name of them,
just went with it.
I was once called a raging,
fornicating "narcotopia."
[ laughter ]
I was searching...
searching for something.
Chasing.
Why was I chasing?
Why was I so hungry?
What was so wrong with
what I already had?
I'll tell you.
This good book, and it
is a good book.
But this good book isn't worth
the pages it's written on.
- I'm telling you, it's just a
bunch of words,
if we don't have one thing.
[ ♪ organ plays ♪ ]
What is that one thing?
What is that one thing?
♪
I don't know.
- I don't know either.
I don't really. I don't.
I don't know what that one
thing's name is.
So I just have to call it
what I call it,
-DJ: Love.
The love of Jesus Christ
our Lord and Savior.
The love that he showed
for us when he sacrificed
himself for us.
For all of us!
- [ crowd ] Amen.
-DJ: I love you, Lord.
- As you love these good people,
your servants.
- If you're starting
over here today,
If you're beginning again,
here today,
or if you're like George is,
and just beginning today,
as we all are,
each day.
And please,
my friends.
Please remember,
what starts in love,
[ whispers ]
ends above.
[ whispers ]
Let's pray.
- DJ: Alright, Raul. Take
care. Thank you, man.
-Thank you.
-Hey, Earl. Thanks so much.
That was just wonderful, DJ.
I can't tell you how happy I am
to have you with us.
George is gonna make a great
addition to our family.
-And on that score, Carol,
I want to thank you for
bringing these lovely
young sisters with you.
Oh, this is my new friend,
Trish.
Just started up at Friendly
Jim's, and her daughter, Siena.
- Daughter? Daughter?
Well it sure doesn't show.
Me, on the other hand, I'm
forty-three. Don't look a
day under sixty.
Vain as a peacock, he is.
Roasted in church by
my own wife.
Et tu, Brute, huh?
Then fall, Caesar.
- Yeah.
You like Shakespeare?
- I was a lit major.
I'm a big fan of the Bard,
big fan.
[ Trish giggles ]
You two should come back,
we have a lot of fun here.
Our youth program, Siena,
really smart, really
progressive.
It's the bomb. Isn't that
what you say?
-DJ: No?
It's on fleek. That's what we're
saying now. On fleek. No?
[ giggling ]
Nice necklace, by the way,
darlin'.
- Well, it's been a blessing
to meet you both,
And Trish, I do hope to see
you again, huh?
[ nervously ]
I hope to... see you again, too.
Have a blessed day.
It was nice meeting you.
- TRISH: Bye.
[ Trish hard sigh ]
- That guy is... ugh.
He was staring at my boobs, Mom,
that's how he saw my necklace.
You mean your gigantic green
pot leaf necklace?
My tiny, little herb leaf
necklace.
I think he was just trying to
connect, Siena.
-Yeah, with my boobs.
[ laughing ]
We're never coming back here,
right?
-Say we're never coming back.
- TRISH: The payment seems off,
Wells.
- TRISH: I don't know if you have
it on an auto transfer thing.
But it's actually higher than
the court mandated.
- Can you all keep it down to a
dull roar back here?
We'll talk later.
Trish, I said no calls at work.
-Now I have told you twice.
Sorry, I'm sorry,
Jimmy. I got a weird
notice from my bank.
- I don't care.
Honey, if it's not a four
alarm fire, you don't pick
up that phone.
- Aww, come on. It's slow as
hell, Jimmy.
Give her a break.
- CAROL: He's just grouchy 'cause
we haven't had
a customer in two hours.
- JIMMY: Is that it? No new
customers in two hours?
What do you call that?
- JIMMY: Would one of you lovely
ladies please move your butt
and help the customer?
-Well, hi there, Reverend.
Hey Carol, how are you?
- I'm very good. Very good.
- DJ: Thanks.
♪
[ sigh ]
Can I freshen you up, Reverend?
Trish, how the heck are you?
Hey, call me DJ, please.
Okay, DJ.
How long are you going to
read that thing?
You've been here over an hour.
You'll take root soon.
Such is the life of a minister.
-DJ: Ugh. Mud.
Jimmy makes it a little strong.
-It's bitter as his personality.
The nerve of that man to call
this place Friendly Jim's.
Yeah. He's not great
fan of mine.
What? That's ludicrous.
You, ma'am, are a peach, and you
got to come back to church.
We're missing you.
- Yeah.
- TRISH: I'd like to, it's just
my daughter.
No problem. No problem.
I don't push.
As they say, if the product
is good enough, it sells itself.
- Can I get you something else?
- Not on the menu.
[ nervous chuckle ]
[ laughs ]
[ phone vibrates ] Sorry.
It's my daughter's school.
I have to take this.
- It's okay. okay.
- I'm sorry.
What do you mean she's not
on the premises?
I dropped her off there
this morning.
[ on phone ]
-Ma'am, Siena hasn't been to any
of her classes at all today.
It's 1:00 P.M. and you're
realizing--
Dammit. I'm at work.
Really?
How many times do I have to tell
you about the phone?
- Sorry. It's my daughter.
- Listen to me.
- JIMMY: When you are here,
you are on my time.
- JIMMY: I am paying you.
You're fired.
- TRISH: Are you kidding me?
I can't believe you.
-JIMMY: If you want to act all
high and mighty you can do it as
you're walking out the door.
- JIMMY: Don't forget your phone,
sweetheart.
Jim! Come on, man.
Dammit.
- DJ: Trish. Slow down.
You don't have to leave.
Yes, I do. DJ, please.
Leave it be.
I just talked to him.
He's sorry.
-Look at him.
What'd you do to him?
Just reminded him with some
trouble I helped him with.
That's all.
He said you could have
your job back.
I'm not going back in there.
Look, DJ, I appreciate the help.
Really, I do. But I've got to
go find my daughter
and just think things through.
Okay?
I'm starting to think this whole
move was a huge mistake.
Now. Now. How could I let
you go if you're gonna say
a thing like that?
We're good people here in
Brightside.
-Give us a second chance.
- We'll make good.
I promise.
You need a job, right?
Come work with us.
-I need a new assistant.
Someone to help out with the
Good Works program,
help manage the books.
It's not complicated, just
somebody that could do math.
- You being a server, cutting up
people's checks five, six ways,
-I know you can do it.
- DJ: I'm too busy saving souls
to do it, myself.
And Betsey's been too sick
to do it, lately.
Might be a little bump in pay,
to boot.
Okay. You win.
Atta girl.
Alright. Now go find your
lost little lamb.
Thank you.
- Yeah. Absolutely.
Thank you so much for coming.
God bless you.
Thank you.
Bye.
Thank you.
Bye.
So, Gus, I head about
everything.
This check is going to
cover your back mortgage,
as well as your next few months.
-GUS: You don't have to do this.
We want to.
We're all together.
God bless you.
- DJ: It's okay.
Alright.
DJ, thank you.
You're welcome.
- Bless you. Bless you.
- DJ: Hey, thanks so much.
Appreciate it.
-Oh.
-DJ: What? What's wrong with them?
She's right.
-TRISH: Hey DJ.
Come look at this.
That's donations?
- Yeah.
- DJ: What?
- TRISH: I know!
[ laughter ]
-DJ: You're a godsend.
- DJ: Keep it up. We are so
lucky to have you.
♪
- DJ: Delicious bread.
- TRISH: Yummy.
[ coughing ]
Please excuse my cough.
I have this cold that
I can't seem to shake.
I'm so sorry, Betsey.
You shouldn't have gone to
all this trouble.
If I knew you were so sick--
- I wanted you over
and get my husband
home in time for
dinner for once.
BETSEY: I'm kidding.
I'm kidding.
I'm so grateful you've been able
to help out with Good Works.
- It's a blessed idea of yours,
honey.
- TRISH: It really was a great
idea, Betsey.
I mean, it feels good, you know,
to do something useful.
Help people out for real.
I always say,
being of use is a blessing
even greater for the giver
than it it is for the receiver.
He does always say that.
Doesn't he, though?
[ laughing ]
He's got good things to say.
Mostly.
-Mostly?
-[ laughing ]
-Can you believe this woman?
[ imitating flirtatiously]
I used to be a real trouble maker, once upon a time.
-DJ: I don't sound like that.
Do I sound like that?
[ mock giggling ]
-SIENA: Ugh.
- DJ: Let's say a prayer
before we eat, huh?
They invited us into their home,
they made us dinner,
that poor sick woman, and
he gave me a job.
Because he wants to get
in your pants.
Oh, okay. First it's your
boobs, and now it's my pants.
Which is it, Siena?
- Both!
Mom, I know Dad screwed you
over, but this guy?
Mom, you can do better.
- Can I, Siena?
Thank you so much for your
vote of confidence.
You're so welks.
- I was being sarcastic.
So was I.
- Listen to me, Siena.
-You live under my roof.
-You eat my food.
So you play by my rules.
Do you understand me?
Sure.
- Finish your dinner.
I'll be in the car.
How much of that did you hear?
Not much.
Alright.
All of it.
I'm sorry we ruined your dinner.
You should go back in to Betsey.
- She's already upstairs.
Called it quits for the night.
She wasn't feeling a 100 percent.
-DJ: How about you?
-You alright?
Yeah.
I'm just so tired of
fighting with her.
She's strong.
That's admirable.
Yeah. You go deal with her.
I'm not a good mom.
Yes, you are.
Don't say that.
She's 18, DJ.
-She's practically a woman.
I feel like just yesterday she
was, she was a little girl.
Now she's...
I'm losing her.
-TRISH: I can feel it.
I had Siena when I was fifteen.
She's all I know.
I messed up.
I messed up and I can't fix it.
Trish, honey, darling,
that's not true.
There's always time.
There's always time.
It's not just about her.
It's about you, too.
What do you mean?
You gotta take care
of yourself.
We help others by
helping ourselves.
Maybe.
- No maybe about it.
We lead first and best, not
by domineering by others in
our charge,
but being examples for
the flock.
Practice these things, and the
God of peace will be with you.
There's some good stuff in
that book of yours.
Keep laughing.
That's important.
Who's laughing?
-Well, smiling, then.
I'm smiling.
You're always smiling.
At you I am.
♪
-TRISH: Uh-uh.
-TRISH: Ah.
I'm sorry. That was wrong of me.
Wrong of me.
It's not like I don't feel
something, too.
But...
I should get Siena home.
Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah.
-DJ: Uh, no, actually.
-DJ: I think I'm going to
take Betsey on a little day
trip tomorrow.
That sounds nice.
Goodnight, Trish.
Goodnight, DJ.
♪
♪
[ screeching tires/crash ]
♪
Stop the car! Stop!
Please! Please!
A deer pulled out, ran out in
front of my car.
I swerved, my wife,
she's-- I can't find my phone.
Will you call 9-1-1, please?
-Yeah. Yeah, sure. Is your wife--
HURRY!
Sue, thanks so much for coming.
I'm so sorry.
- DJ: Tom. Hey.
Thank you.
-DJ: Thanks for coming up.
[ distant chatter of DJ
greeting guest ]
- TRISH: There you are! I've been
looking all over for you.
I literally haven't moved.
Great.
Let's go in.
Hey Trish, Siena.
I'm so glad you're both here.
DJ, I'm so sorry.
I just - I can't believe it.
There's no words.
The only comfort is
the comfort of God.
Yes, of course.
Huh?
- SIENA: Oh.
- Thank you for coming, Siena.
Oh, okay. Yeah.
Thank you.
-SIENA: Sorry.
We're both just so, so sorry
for your loss, DJ.
-Mom, come on.
It's okay, Trish.
Alright.
- JR. MINISTER: It is precisely
that light,
and that love,
that permeated her spirit.
- And her spirit remains
unchanged.
-It has been reunited and
wrapped in the light of
the greatest love.
Betsey is with God now.
Now Reverend Becker has
a few words.
-DJ, come on down.
[ raspberries ]
♪
The Lord giveth and the
Lord taketh away.
- That's what we're told and
must believe.
- Because belief is all we have
in times like these.
Everything happens for a reason.
We may know the reasons.
-DJ: We may not.
Our hearts may feel things.
Or they don't.
- DJ: We might be sighted or
we might be blinded.
[ Siena laughing ]
- TRISH: Shh.
[ sigh ]
Betsey was a godly woman.
- DJ: My wife loved God.
[ Siena giggling ]
I love God.
We all do. Don't we?
[ laughing uncontrollably ]
-TRISH: Siena, stop it!
[ Siena giggling ]
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
She's just... so sad.
I'm sorry.
[ crowd chatter ]
Now. Now.
We all grieve in our own way.
Siena!
Siena, stop right now!
Don't you dare! Siena!
Aaah!
[ exhale ]
DJ, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
Siena. She just--
She's probably just--
- No more apologizing, Trish.
It's hard.
She's a strong-willed girl.
I can only imagine what
you're going through.
She is! So much more lately.
She's out of control.
Ever since...
Oh my God, DJ.
This is the worst day
of your life.
What am I doing talking
about my problems.
You need to be taken care of.
Not taking care of
everybody else.
- You poor man. I can't imagine
what you're going through.
Doesn't seem real yet.
-You need to grieve.
You need to focus on Betsey...
Okay?
Yeah.
Thanks, Trish.
DJ, I'll pull your car around,
okay?
Alright,
[ sigh ]
[ voicemail greeting ]
SIENA: Leave it at the beep, losers.
Siena, come home now!
[ hangs up ]
[ knocking ]
- TRISH: Just what in the hell
did you think you were--
DJ. Hi.
-Disappointed?
What?
-No.
-Well, actually, yeah.
Siena hasn't come home.
Oh no.
I mean, I'm happy
to see you it's just
a bit of a moment.
You understand.
Should I leave you to it?
- No, no, no.
-I'm sorry.
I'm just a little edgy.
Please, please stay.
Are you sure?
-Yeah.
-TRISH: How was the visitation?
Um.
It was okay.
Yeah. Okay.
You sure?
It's hard.
I just feel so alone, you know?
All at once. Just suddenly alone
in this wide world.
You know what I mean?
I do.
Trish, I hope you don't mind
my coming by, I just-
I just feel so comfortable
with you.
No. It's okay, DJ.
♪
[ door opens ]
Siena!
Are you kidding me?
Where have you been?
[ laughing ]
Making out with married ministers, obviously!
Where have you been?
You both are disgusting!
-TRISH: Siena!
-TRISH: Honey!
I think you should probably go,
DJ.
This is going to be a mess.
- Yeah.
[ knocking ]
Siena open the door!
Siena, I'm not asking you,
I'm telling you!
Open the door right now!
[ sigh ]
Siena.
I know you don't like
my choices.
I understand.
- TRISH: I may not like
them either.
But, honey.
You're making choices too.
You cannot just take my car
and disappear for hours
- and then come up to your
room and smoke pot
- and expect that I'm just
gonna roll with it.
- TRISH: No matter what
choices I make.
Siena.
Please.
Just let me in.
-TRISH: Please.
[ knocking ]
Siena open this damn
door right now!
[ footsteps approach ]
Could I try?
-DJ: Siena.
-I'm sorry you saw that.
- It was wrong. I shouldn't
have been...
I shouldn't even be in
your house.
I'm leaving in just a
few minutes.
But I just want to say your
mother's a wonderful person.
I know you don't feel that way
sometimes, but, I'm telling you,
she's one of the most wonderful
people I've ever met.
-DJ: And so are you.
- DJ: I know you know that.
And I know that.
But I'm just trying to do
something good.
Be happy.
Help people maybe if I can.
I'm sure you know I had
a pretty rough day.
I'm not making excuses,
I'm just...
-DJ: I'm just a--
Okay. Sorry to bother you.
Maybe I should have just
got toasted like a normal
person does.
Roll up a big ol' doob.
-DJ: Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Thanks for trying.
Yeah.
[ door unlocks ]
No one says doob, anymore.
-SIENA: Or reefer.
Or any of those dumb old words.
So your mother is going
through a hard time.
I apologize. As you see, it was
just a hard day, you know?
- TRISH: I wanted to thank you,
DJ.
-For what?
-Are you kidding me?
For this job. For being
so great with Siena.
For being so
incredibly generous.
Stop. It's my joy to help
if I can.
I should be thanking you.
You've been so helpful in the
office. Picking up the slack,
during this past month.
How you holding up?
Much better.
I'm telling you.
Having you and Siena in my life
as been such a blessing.
I want to apologize if
I've ever...
crossed any lines.
- No.
No, DJ. If anything,
I should be apologizing.
I knew that you were grieving.
I never should--
-For we all stumble in many ways.
- DJ: Oh by the way,
I have something for you.
It's a collection of
Shakespeare's sonnets.
I thought you might like it.
Thank you. That's so
sweet of you.
Yep. It'll only be ten bucks.
I'm kidding, come on.
[ laughing ]
♪
Hey Siena.
How are you?
I'm good. Just waiting
for my mom.
- You okay?
- SIENA: Yeah, I'm fine.
Are you sure? You don't look it.
Yeah. It's fine, DJ.
Don't worry about it.
I'm not worried.
I know you can handle yourself.
Yep.
-DJ: You know.
Back in my day, I'm telling ya,
I had my fair share rebellious shenanigans.
Yeah, I've heard.
I'm just saying I can relate.
Probably more than you know so.
Feel free to talk to me.
I won't ever judge you, Siena.
Promise.
Thanks.
-DJ: So?
Talk to me?
Boy problems?
Sorta.
I met this guy and we've hung
out a few times.
We've been texting
back and forth.
And we had made plans to hang
out tonight,
but now he's being a jerk
and not responding.
Nah. Don't sweat this guy,
Siena.
You deserve better.
A lot better.
Yeah, I know, Just--
- What?
Never mind.
Siena, you can trust me.
Okay, but you better not
tell Mom or anyone.
Of course not.
He was supposed to get me,
you know,
some green.
[ laughs ]
I see.
Isn't it legal now?
Well, I mean, I guess.
Not until I'm 21.
I understand.
Well, I'm sorry Siena, but,
just remember to be responsible,
okay?
Don't let this guy get to you.
I'm telling you. He's a dweeb.
Thanks, DJ.
Of course.
I want you to take down
my number.
Just in case you ever want to
talk or if you need anything.
Okay?
-I mean it.
Sure.
I'm going to check on your mom,
okay?
You good?
- Mm-hmm.
Alright.
♪
[ laughter ]
- No.
[ overlapping dialogue ]
Alright.
[ blows/laughs ]
Ugh.
Really?
So say "knock knock."
- Knock knock.
Who's there?
- Who's there?
[ laughing ]
It's not what you're
supposed to say.
[ chatter ]
I did. Thanks for cooking.
- Yeah?
- Mom doesn't cook, ever.
- Really?
-DJ: Where did you get this?
A guy gave it to me.
Oh yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
-DJ: A boyfriend?
[ distant chatter ]
♪
[ moans ]
[ Trish exhales ]
-DJ: Yes, indeed.
- TRISH: You are good at that,
reverend.
-You are better at it.
[ Trish moans ]
- Trish: Wait. Why
don't you come back
over here and minister to
me a little.
I will. In just a minute.
Where you going?
I forgot my bible in the car.
Still don't have next weeks
sermon licked.
You need help licking it?
You are a wicked woman.
And I'll be back in a jif.
♪
♪
[ DJ and Siena laughing ]
-SIENA: No. yeah, I totally get it.
-DJ: I don't think you do.
You gotta go along, to get
along sometimes.
Then when everything's calm,
then you go after what you
really want, you know?
-SIENA: Yeah.
- DJ: But you gotta know what
you really want.
I know what I really want.
Do you?
[ laughing ]
You guys doing okay in here?
What are you two talking about
here so secretly?
It's about how lunatic he is.
Okay, well, it's after midnight.
So you got to get to bed.
Yes. Yes, Mommy Dear.
Goodnight, space cadet.
You're a space cadet.
Goodnight, honey.
Goodnight.
[ shuts door ]
Hey babe.
I thought you were just going
to get your bible?
I did.
Why were...
I thought you were going
to come right back?
I did.
-I--
-You--
[ sigh ]
Never mind.
[ laughs ]
♪
♪
♪
[ bell rings ]
What's up, George?
[ laughing ]
- What?
-Nothing.
[ giggles ]
So how'd you guys find out
I had this, anyway?
The word's out there.
The word is out there?
The word from who?
From the word, I guess.
[ friends laughing ]
What?
-Nothing.
Alright, well, sorry to leave
this scintillating conversation,
but I have to get home to
Mommy and the Rev.
Keep it.
-SIENA: Oh, crap.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for my daughter,
Siena Corbett.
Oh, heya, reverend.
- Hi, Eddie. How are you?
- Just fine, just fine.
Been doing a little fishing--
Hey! I said I'm looking for
my daughter,
Siena Corbett.
-DETECTIVE: Don't hesitate to call.
Siena. My God.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down,
miss.
You good?
What the hell is going on,
Siena?
-We found her with drugs.
-A whole lotta marijuana.
- Just shy of us having to
sending her out for dealing.
-TRISH: Dealing?
My daughter is not
dealing drugs.
You sure about that?
-Yes, I am!
How are you, Leslie?
I'm fine.
You could call me Detective Mann
if you would, please, reverend.
Siena, I'm letting you off
easy this time.
But I don't want to see you
back here again.
And if you feel like telling us
where you got that big old
baggie of weed,
you just come on in and
let us know.
I got it from some guy
in the city.
I don't know even know his name.
-MANN: As you said.
Have a nice day.
Let's go.
- No.
Siena, if you test me right now,
I swear to God--
Mom, I don't need
the talk right now.
-You don't need it?
I told you before. If you live
in my house--
That's the thing. I'm not going
to live in your house anymore.
Oh yeah? Where you
gonna live?
You're going to go back
to the city and move in
with one of your friends?
-That's not gonna happen.
Not what I'm doing.
Then where the hell are you going to move?
-Oh hey, Dad.
-Hi, honey.
Wells, you can't just show
up here and scoop her up
like a puppy.
I know I may not look like the
mother of the year, but
she's gotta face the
music or she's not gonna
learn a thing.
I agree, Trish.
You know she's playing you
off me, right?
She's using you to make
me feel bad.
She's so furious at the way
things went down with us.
- I am too if I'm being honest.
- I know.
I mean, I'm doing the best I can
with the cards I've been dealt,
Wells.
Trish, I agree.
With everything you say.
What?
That's what I've been trying to
say for the past thirty minutes.
Then why are you here?
My daughter called me from jail.
I'm not here to ruffle feathers,
I'm not here to take her away,
but come on.
What a I supposed to do?
Not show up?
I'm her father.
She wanted me.
I'm going to come.
I mean, honestly,
I just want everything back
to the way it was.
I wish the both of you
would come home.
[ sigh ]
Wow.
Who are you?
I've been to therapy.
You must have been.
I didn't want it to be all
my fault, but it was.
- WELLS: I messed up the best
thing in my life.
-TRISH: Dammit, Wells.
Where was this a year ago?
I mean, you have no idea how
long I have waited for you
to say those words.
-WELLS: I know.
I know. I wish I could have
gotten here sooner.
Before you put down roots.
He's a very nice man.
Is he?
He's amazing.
I mean, his wife just died,
and he's still more
together then I am.
Is that admirable?
I don't mean the man any
disrespect.
I'm just saying,
if my wife died...
I'd be destroyed.
Okay, kid. Lets get you home
to your mom's.
Wait. What?
-WELLS: What do you think?
- Get arrested and the world
is your oyster?
We're on the same page, Siena.
You're not playing us
off each other.
Daddy?
- TRISH: Wait in the car.
We'll talk more at home.
It's okay.
[ sigh ]
You must be the famous DJ. It's
a pleasure to meet you.
And you, Wells. That's some
solid parenting there.
Well, we can pull it out for
the big occasions I guess.
Right, Trish?
You're staying in town?
-Just for a day or two.
I think we have a little family
conferencing to do.
Why don't you stay with us?
Trish's place is amazing.
Thank you, no. I've got a hotel.
And I'd rather not confuse
things with Siena.
Wise choice. Why don't you join
us for dinner tomorrow night
then, huh?
-DJ: Won't you?
Okay. Sure.
Marvelous.
- DJ: Hey, pleasure to meet you,
huh?
You, too.
- Alright.
Let's go, babe.
- DJ: Wells seems like a decent
man. A good father.
Imperfect man, certainly.
But, he's a good dad, I think.
Yep. I could tell he's
a good man.
A good man who erred.
[ sigh ]
Yeah.
You forgive him?
We've been together forever,
you know.
- TRISH: He's my high school
sweetheart.
Yeah, he erred.
-TRISH: It wasn't a small error.
-TRISH: It was an error that
turned my whole life upside
down.
While I was upside down
I met you.
-TRISH: I'm so grateful.
-TRISH: But...
But?
I still feel upside down.
- TRISH: It's hard not to want
to get righted.
I'm sorry.
I don't feel right talking
to you about--
-No, no, no, no.
- DJ: It's alright. You mean
a lot to me, Trish.
-DJ: You know that. But
I'd never stand between
a husband and wife.
Even a divorced
husband and wife.
Why don't I try to counsel us
all tomorrow night?
As a family.
Counsel us?
- Yeah?
Really? You'd do that?
- That's what I do, Trish.
[ sigh ]
You sweet, sweet man.
♪
I'm sorry I'm so late.
Doesn't matter.
Where's Siena and Wells?
He didn't show.
-DJ: What?
I called and called.
I sent him text messages.
Nothing.
- Baby.
I just can't believe it.
I mean, not for me,
but for Siena.
-DJ: I know.
What happened to you?
Oh, I just,
I caught something when
I got out of the car. Just--
Baby, I'm so sorry.
It was like he turned into
a different man.
[ sniffs ]
I turned into a different woman.
The world just...
How did I get so messed up?
You're not messed up, baby.
Not at all.
You're perfect.
I'm here for you.
-I was so stupid.
Just so stupid.
I mean, Siena is crushed.
She couldn't even eat.
She just went back up
to her room.
-DJ: You aren't stupid.
Baby, and I'll take care
of you and Siena.
I love you,
Trish.
I'm in love with you.
I was getting ready to ask you
if you wanted to marry me
yesterday,
but now things seem
a little weird--
Oh my God, DJ. That's so sweet.
But--
I should talk to Siena before I
make any promises.
You understand.
- Of course.
Okay. Just don't go anywhere,
okay?
-TRISH: Siena, it's Mom.
Open the door. I need to
talk to you.
Siena, take your headphones off.
[ reading letter ]
SIENA: Mom, I'm sorry to leave
this in a note,
but I have decided I have
to leave.
Don't worry, I'm with Dad.
We're moving and I'm very safe.
Please don't try to contact me,
I'll reach out when I'm ready.
I need time to grow without you.
Love, Siena.
She's gone, DJ.
She left me, too.
Shhh. It's okay, honey.
I ruined everything.
Just everything.
- DJ: Hey sweetie.
Sweetie, remember.
-As a mother comforts her child,
-so will I comfort you.
I want to get married.
Like you said.
Don't worry about that now.
- No! I'm telling you.
I want to get married.
As soon as possible.
Now if I could.
I'm not going to lose you too.
- Are you sure?
I've never been more sure of
anything in my life.
It's okay, honey.
It's okay.
[ Trish sobbing ]
♪
JUNIOR MINISTER: Marriage is the
joining of two souls into one.
-DJ...
- Do you take Trish to be your
lawfully wedded wife,
to have and to hold.
For better or worse.
Till death do you part?
-DJ: I do.
-JUNIOR MINISTER: And Trish?
- Do you take DJ, to be your
lawfully wedded husband,
to have and to hold.
For better or worse.
Till death do you part?
Trish.
What?
I do.
I now pronounce you,
husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
[ clapping ]
-Babe, you okay?
-I'm fine.
[ clapping ]
[ clapping ]
Thanks so much for coming, Gil.
- You're welcome. My pleasure.
Good luck to you.
-Yeah. Thank you.
Take care.
Alright. Thank you.
Thanks.
Tony. Thank you, sir.
♪
I'm sorry, honey.
-DJ: I'm sorry Siena didn't
show, I know you're
disappointed.
Yeah.
-DJ: Change scares people.
- DJ: You just have to remind
them everything,
-even unexpected things,
-DJ: happen for good reason.
Yeah.
Yeah.
-DJ: She'll come around.
I just can't believe she...
I sent emails,
-I left calls,
I sent her text messages.
It's been a month and I just get
one word emails from her.
And her father won't even...
[ sniffs ]
I have no idea where
my daughter is living.
[ Trish crying ]
- That's okay, honey.
Darlin', it's okay.
-DJ: Why don't we go outside
and get a little fresh air,
huh honey?
I'd love a little air.
Wouldn't you?
I'll meet you outside
in a sec.
Just give me one minute, okay?
Okay.
♪
[ screams ]
Ah.
-HIKER #1: Hey, you okay?
-HIKER #2: Yeah, I'm fine.
- HIKER #1: Oh my God,
behind you!
[ screams ]
I'm thinking we should redo
the front porch,
Just update it a bit,
Maybe add a portico to
the backdoor.
Mm-hmm.
You think we should do a
mini-moon or a full honeymoon?
I'm thinking full.
Wait a few months and
then go all out.
I'm no Catholic, but man I'd
love to see the Sistine Chapel.
-Have you ever been to Italy?
Mm-Hmm.
-Where? All around?
Huh?
Did you go all over Italy or
just hit the highlights?
Italy? No, I never.
-Dammit, Trish.
[ sigh ]
I'm sorry. I'm Just--
-Distracted, yeah, I know.
Look, I think, if you put
yourself in my shoes--
- Here we go, 'cause it's all
about you.
It's not all about me, DJ.
My daughter--
- is gone.
- Yeah. Yeah.
I heard that.
I don't think you did. Or you
wouldn't be talking to me in
this tone.
This is our wedding, Patricia.
This is our time.
You're right.
You're right.
- Trish. Look.
You're my wife.
I love you. You mean
everything to me.
I should mean everything to you.
You do.
-TRISH: Of course you do.
That's all I'm saying.
Okay. I agree.
But, wait.
What are you saying?
-Huh?
What are you saying? Are you
saying that I shouldn't be
thinking about my daughter?
She's my daughter, DJ.
-I know she's your daughter.
There's nothing more precious
than the bond
between the a mother
and her child.
But?
What if she doesn't want
to talk to you?
Well,
that's exactly what she said,
but--
Shouldn't you respect
her wishes?
- Look, all I'm saying is that
she's going to talk to you
when she wants to talk to you.
You can't force that.
Can't I?
Come on, Trish. Be reasonable.
- I will not be reasonable, DJ.
-She's my daughter.
- If she's mad then fine.
But if she doesn't come home,
at some point,
all I know is that I will not
stop until I get her back.
Or what?
Or nothing.
I got to go.
Trish. Where are you--
Trish.
- I can't.
- Trish, wait.
TRISH!
- I'll be back in a minute.
TRISH!
[ bangs on table ]
Sir. Is everything okay?
I'm fine. Thank you.
Excuse me.
Wait.
Leave the glasses.
In fact, I've changed my mind.
Can we get another glass of the,
merlot for me and my wife?
Of course.
Thank you, sir.
Alright. You're almost there.
Here. Here.
I'll take your shoes.
-[ slurring ] Shoes.
I don't understand, DJ.
- Huh?
[ slurring ]
I don't understand.
[ slurring ]
I barely drink.
[ slurring ]
I only had two glasses.
You're a lightweight, I guess.
- No.
And you haven't been eating.
- No.
That's not it.
I used to drink--
[ groans ]
I used to--
What?
I'm gonna, I'm gonna--
[ vomiting ]
♪
-EDDIE: This country's hard.
People are hard.
What do you mean?
This country is made up of
people, Eddie.
People that do things.
Leslie.
- Mm-hmm.
I got something for you.
♪
[ knocking ]
Hi.
Hey baby.
♪
♪
[ voice echoes ]
Siena.
[ voice echoes ]
Where are you?
Could she be under the covers?
Siena!
[ gasp ]
-DJ: Another bad dream?
Where's Siena?
-She's with her dad, remember?
I showed you the email.
That really happened?
Yeah. Darlin',
gosh you've been sick.
-Drink a little water, hon.
I feel terrible.
You need to eat.
Ugh.
Take a few bites.
You need food if you're
gonna feel better.
It tastes weird.
Nothing tastes right
when your sick.
- Mm-mm.
- Trish!
I should go to the doctor.
- You have the flu.
There's nothing the doctor
can do for that.
It's viral. Sleep, eat and rest.
That's it.
Atta girl.
-You sleep now.
Open a can of soup when
you wake up.
Would you rather have soup?
- [ groans ]
♪
♪
[ knocking ]
Hello.
- Hi.
- SIENA: How are you? [kiss ]
What did you get?
All good things, little honey.
Chinese food! Orange chicken,
moo shu pork and here you go,
big fried rice.
Yum.
Did you get my phone?
Seriously?
Oh wait. Wait.
What's this?
- Good. I thought I was
gonna die.
- How dramatic.
- Do you even know what it's like
disconnected for weeks? It's
like using an outhouse.
It's like changing the TV
channel with the dial.
The horror.
[ sigh ]
So I was thinking, I was
going to call my mom.
What?
Siena, I thought we already
talked about--
What?
Darling, the last time I brought
any of this up, she said
she didn't want to talk to you,
she didn't want to talk about
you, and she got completely
furious.
Yeah, well, she can't stay
mad at me forever.
Siena, I know you don't like
to hear this,
but your mother is very
emotional, very controlling,
and she just won't accept
you doing what you want
with your life.
Last time we spoke, she said
things I can't even repeat.
Honey, I'll be leaving her soon,
and then you and I can live
together the way we want.
Like what?
- Huh?
Like what? What sort of
things did she say
that you can't even repeat.
I don't want to make you any
more angry at your mother than
what you already are.
DJ. I'm eighteen.
I'm a grown woman.
Okay.
She said she's disappointed with
the way you turned out.
- She thinks you've always
been unreliable,
you're born that way, and that
she's done with you now.
Don't make me tell you anymore,
please.
Let me get this situation
squared away,
and then we can leave this place
and start over some place new.
I gotta run now,
but I'll bring back pizza
tonight, okay babe?
[ kiss ]
Alright?
I'll be back tonight.
Hey.
What's going on?
- TRISH: You're positive it's
Wells?
- MANN: The dental records
have been confirmed.
But - but--
Siena left with him.
We've been emailing.
-TRISH: She left a note.
Saying that she was--
I'm so confused.
How long ago did they leave, DJ?
You don't know how long your
daughter's been gone?
I was sick. I've been sick.
-I don't know how long.
- She left a note saying she
needed space and time,
and that she was with her
father.
Oh my--I have to file a missing
person's report! Don't I?
Yes. We're going to start
that immediately.
Go ahead and file that report,
please.
- DJ: Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Siena isn't missing.
-DJ: I saw her.
- I ran into her a couple weeks
ago in the city.
What the hell are you
talking about?
- She didn't want me to tell you,
Trish.
I'm, I don't like to betray
confidences,
but... okay,
she's living with her boyfriend
somewhere in the city.
I don't know him.
He's a little bit older.
-She didn't think you'd approve.
So that's it?
She told you not to tell me,
so you didn't?
Are you in high school?
Are you kidding me, DJ?!
I'm sorry, Trish. I didn't want
to lose her again.
She's very distrusting,
she wouldn't tell me where she
lives for fear we'd barge in.
- DJ: She made me promise
not to tell you before
she'd even give me
her phone number.
Give it to me now!
-Trish, baby, come on, baby.
Take a little time.
Calm down a bit.
DJ.
Her father is dead. I thought
that she might be dead, too.
So just shut up and give me
my daughter.
Okay.
-DJ: Alright.
Hello, Mr. Minister man.
[ gasp ]
Siena, it's mom.
Where are you?
Siena, honey. I need to talk to
you. Where are you?
You are talking to me.
Siena, honey.
I have some terrible news.
- You can't control me, Mom.
What does that mean? I don't
even know what you're talking
about.
-SIENA [phone]: I'm not
your puppet. You can't
just pull my string
when you want me, and
ignore me when you don't.
Siena, honey.
-Your father, he, um...
-TRISH [phone]: he died.
-TRISH [phone]: He died.
His body was discovered by
the police today.
They're at the house now.
Honey. Honey, did you hear me?
I got to go, Mom.
Siena! Siena! Wait!
Siena.
[ crying ]
SIENA [Voicemail]: Leave it at
the beep, losers.
-No! Dammit.
Reverend, where was the last
place you saw her?
Uh. I don't know.
It was a parking lot, I think.
You don't remember where you saw
your stepdaughter after a month
of not knowing where she is?
- TRISH: Would you make her
stop, already?
Ma'am, I am just trying to
help you locate your daughter.
-Please. Just go. Just leave.
Just leave us alone. Leave me
and my family alone, okay?
I think we'd better talk
another night, detective.
It's okay, baby.
I'm sorry.
You gotta eat to feel better.
Come on.
There you go.
Alright.
I got to run.
♪
[ coughs ]
♪
♪
♪
What is wrong with you?
[ thud ]
DJ?
♪
Oh.
Hey there.
Detective Mann,
what are you doing here?
Sorry. I didn't realize anyone
was here.
I didn't see any cars in
the garage, so I'm just
looking about.
Seeing if you guys
were out here.
What are you doing in here?
Satisfying a curiosity.
You're searching for
something. You can't just
search people's houses.
Legally, outbuildings are more
of a gray area, actually.
Can I help you with something?
DJ's first wife, Jewel,
she hanged herself in
her garage.
I know that.
I wasn't in Brightside
at the time.
But, Betsey I knew.
Not well, but I met her at
a function or two around town.
She always seemed nice.
Little timid. But, again,
a nice person,
a good person.
Sick on and off.
Uh-huh.
When we pulled her body
out of DJ's car,
she had a lot of bruising,
more than you would expect
for a car accident.
I wasn't assigned to the case,
but I looked over the files.
DJ had her cremated
quickly after.
So we weren't able to look
into it any further.
-I know he was in the accident.
He had his injuries.
And yeah, the car was smashed
up pretty good.
But, two wives?
A man twice widowed before
the age of fifty.
It's not the norm, is it?
What do you want to know,
detective?
Did DJ have any issue with the
re-appearance of your ex?
He was very happy to
have him here.
He offered to counsel us.
-MANN: To counsel you?
You mean to get you
back together?
Like marriage counseling?
Wells didn't show up.
To your counseling session?
With DJ?
Because he was dead.
I don't know.
-Of course.
-Yeah. We don't know either.
When a body decays like that,
it's hard to know
precisely when a person died.
-MANN: You get a range is all.
Did you love your ex-husband,
Trish?
Do you still?
DJ's a perceptive man, Trish.
I'm guessing that he would
have gotten the feeling
that I'm getting
right about now.
Wells was a real fly in
his ointment.
But hey,
like you said,
he was real cool about you two.
That's great.
Of course it's hard to know
what person's really thinking.
What's really going on
behind the eyes.
He's a good man.
DJ or Wells?
Alright, well...
I'll leave you to it.
When DJ comes back, let him know
I'd love to chat with him.
About what?
About his wonderful life.
-DJ loves me.
He's taken care of me
like a saint.
He's the only good thing in
my life, detective.
You might want to think
why that is, Trish.
You can call me Leslie,
by the way.
I'm really glad to see you
feeling better.
[ running water ]
♪
♪
Jesus.
[ typing ]
♪
James.
Trish.
♪
Siena.
Siena.
♪
-TRISH: Brightside Arms.
What the hell is
Brightside Arms?
♪
[ ominous music ]
[ reading letter ]
♪
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
♪
Brightside Arms.
♪
Dammit.
- OPERATOR [phone]: Brightside
Police Department.
Hi, this is Patricia Corbett. I
need to talk to Detective Mann.
-OPERATOR [phone]:
I could put you through to
her voicemail.
-TRISH: Yeah, do that.
♪
[ phone rings ]
Detective Mann.
Uh-huh.
When did she call?
[ sigh ]
Why didn't you tell me sooner?
[ sigh ]
Yeah. Yeah.
♪
Siena!
Siena, honey.
Please, it's me.
Please open the door.
I need to talk to you.
-TRISH: Siena.
-TRISH: DJ.
- I don't know what he's been
telling you about me,
or about yourself,
but you can't believe it.
He's...
I don't know what he is.
But you cannot believe
anything that he says.
- I know that now.
I should have known it before.
I'm so sorry, Siena. I'm
supposed to protect you.
And I screwed up.
Please.
You're the only thing that
matters to me.
I love you, Siena.
- I love you more than anything
in the hold world.
Please don't let him tear us
apart, more than he already has.
Okay? Please.
Please.
Baby.
Mommy. Mommy.
I'm okay.
Mom, what's wrong?
-My food... my food...
he's been...
Mom! Mom!
[ exhale ]
-DJ: Hello, ladies.
-What did you do to her, DJ?
You bastard.
- DJ: What did I do to her?
I didn't do anything!
What did she do to herself,
Siena?
What did she do to us? That's
what you should be asking.
Give me my phone.
Why? So she can go on poising
us? Pulling us apart?
She's dying, DJ.
No, she's not.
She is just being dramatic.
-DJ: Like my mom used to be
when I was a kid.
[ Trish groans ]
Everything was always life or
death with Momma.
But you know what it was,
really?
- DJ: Just a way of her shirking
her motherly duties.
I see the same thing in
your momma.
Always playing around, acting
out, dissembling.
You're crazy.
- DJ: Whoa! Whoa! Hey!
Now calm down a minute, Siena.
Don't go running off getting
yourself into trouble.
I'm not the one who's in
trouble. You are.
I'm not the one waving a
knife at someone.
I mean, what you goin'
to do with that?
Stab me?
I'll use this if I have to.
You don't have to. You
don't have to do anything
you don't want to.
I'm just saying, think about
what you're doing before you
do it.
Unlike me.
Man.
- DJ: You really messed
this one up, DJ.
- I just wanted us to be
together, Siena. That's all.
You and me,
you and her, all of us together.
But, one thing turned into
another,
and I decided to slow her
down a little.
God.
I think I'm going to burn
in Hell, Siena.
Yes. Yes, you are.
But first you're going to
rot in prison for poisoning
my mother.
Actually, I don't know
about that.
She's going to die, Siena.
- No! Don't say that.
I'm just telling you.
She's going to.
-DJ: She's not coming back.
- DJ: So now the question is,
when the police come,
they're going to want to know
if she poisoned herself out
of desperation
because the daughter that she
deeply loved coldly cut off
contact with her,
even on her wedding day,
wouldn't reach out to her.
Or was it someone else?
Maybe that very daughter
because she was keeping her
from the man she loved.
I don't-- YOU POISONED
HER! I know you did.
You did everything.
I didn't make you come here,
Siena. I didn't make you cut
off your mother.
-DJ: Cruel, heartless child.
Yes, you did.
You told me things.
What you wanted to hear, baby.
No. No! I love my mom.
I know I do.
Then why did you let a few words
turn you away from her?
- DJ: Honor thy mother and
father.
The bible tells us that in
plain language.
Honor them, but you didn't.
You just--
[ knocking ]
- MANN: Open up! Police!
She poisoned herself.
You tell them that she poisoned
herself,
or I'll tell them that you and I
did it together.
You're my accomplice and you'll
rot as long as me, or longer.
[ knocking ]
I said, open up!
-DJ: Tell them!
Or else I'll make this much
worse for you, Siena.
And that's a promise.
They'll believe me.
You know they will.
Everyone always believes me.
I'm a holy man.
-DJ: Now. Come on, baby.
[ knocking ]
-MANN: This is your last
warning!
-DJ: Give me the knife.
Okay.
-DJ: Good girl.
-No do as I say.
[ knocking ]
-MANN: Open this door or
it's coming--
Siena, are you alright?
He has a knife. He's trying to
kill me and my mom.
Now, hold on. Give me
just a minute!
-SIENA: My mom needs help!
-MANN: Get her a paramedic, now!
We need a paramedic, STAT!
Detective Mann! Detective Mann!
Eddie, tell her how good I was
to your mother when she dying.
Eddie, tell her!
Dang, reverend.
You have the right to shut your
damn mouth, reverend.
♪
- SIENA: Mom. Mom.
Please, come back.
Mom.
♪
[ whispers ]
Siena?
Siena?
Siena?
Siena?
Yeah.
You're awake.
-TRISH: Oh, baby.
I missed you so much.
I missed you, too.
-Come here.
-TRISH: That kinda hurts.
Oh no. It doesn't hurt
that much.
Oh God.
Mom?
-Yes, baby?
Can we--
- get the hell out of Brightside?
Absolutely.
[ crying ]
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