Rectify (2013–2016): Season 1, Episode 6 - Jacob's Ladder - full transcript

What did you do
after you strangled her?

I went and got some flowers.

Some flowers?

Wildflowers.

Jacob's Ladder.

Come again?

It's a wildflower.

And then what did you do?

I put the flowers in her hair.

Was she naked?

Um, yes, she was naked.



And how did she get unclothed?

I had taken her clothes off.

Before?

Before?

Yes, before.

You took her clothes off before.

Before I raped her.

What'd you do then, Daniel?

I sat with her.

You sat with her?

Yes, I sat with her
and held her hand.

Why'd you hold her hand, son?

It didn't seem right
to leave her alone.

Why not?



She seemed so real.

Real?

What do you mean, real?

Alive.

One?

Do you still have the...

Wildcat special?

No, the country fried steak.

Biscuits?

Please.

To drink?

Water. Just water.

Thank you.

Marcy, I'm not going
till he goes.

It's all right, Bill.
Jimmy's staying.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- It's all right.
- All right.

Could I have another, please?

The cook's gone home.

I've got some
leftover fried chicken.

I was just gonna take it home.

I can pay.

I don't charge for leftovers.

Hey, Daniel.

Hello, Ted.

Your mom made
a fresh pecan pie.

It's on the counter.

Everything go okay tonight?

I'm not pretending
to be more than I am,

but if you ever need to talk...

Okay.

You found the pie.

Is he the bomb squad?

It's just kids playing a prank.

Loud prank.

These things can make some noise
and do some damage,

but it's pretty primitive, really.

Now I'm not saying it wasn't
connected to all that's going on...

What all is going on?

If somebody wanted to do
real damage, they would have.

- You know?
- No, we don't know.

Maybe you could give us
an example or five

so we could at least
try and prepare.

Look, we don't want anybody hurt,

but we can't be everywhere at once.

We understand that, Carl,

but is there any way you can
get more patrols in this area?

We'll do what we can, Ted, but...

If you got something to say,
say it.

Him being here stirs up things.

Where's he supposed to go, Sheriff?

He's only lived two places
his whole life.

Somewhere besides here, ma'am.
For his safety and yours.

Like you care about that.

My personal feelings
have nothing to do with it.

You believe that? Really?

- You self-deluded ass.
- Amantha.

Wouldn't be so sure
who's deluded, ma'am.

What?
I'm sorry, what did you say?

You son of a bitch.

We're more scared of you
than some lynch mob.

You are the lynch mob.
And you know what?

Next time you mess with me
on a public street,

I will make a citizen's arrest.
You hear me?

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Just had an accident.

Oh.

- Well, hotel food can be...
- Yeah. Yeah.

Make you breakfast?

Okay.

Poach your eggs?

What?

Poach your eggs?
Better on your stomach.

Sure.

Okay.

How was the baptism?

It was fine.
It went fine.

I guess he's saved now.

I guess he is.

Mama.

I'm home.

Kind of makes me miss
the good old days

when it was just the Cro-Magnons
calling the house.

It's not safe for him here.

I know. I know.
I know.

Guess I'll go to my...

inspiring new apartment
and unpack.

I don't know.

I'll save the boxes.

You jumped the gun?

Don't I always?

No.

You usually face the gun,
Amantha.

You always have
ever since you were a child.

Mama, don't start talking like that.
You're freaking me out.

Okay.

Senator Foulkes is coming.

Lenton, I believe you've lost a step.

Been burning your candle
at both ends.

Lenton, offer the senator
a refreshment.

Just hydrated.

- Have a seat.
- What's your problem, Miss Person?

I'm sorry?

Why the tight lips?

- It's only been five days, Roland.
- Six.

I'm reviewing the case.

It's a bit more complicated now.

Guess you heard about the mailbox.

Word gets around.

If we don't go after Holden
in an expeditious manner,

most people around here are gonna
jump to one of two conclusions.

Either I went after an innocent man,

or you don't have the ovaries
to go after a guilty one.

And I'll be damned
if I'm gonna let people

start fantasizing
about my mailbox.

I'm not so much worried about
my mailbox as I am about my house

if I were to try
and lose a case like this.

I'm not gonna rush in
without enough ammunition.

We got two bullets
the size of bull balls.

And that's more than enough to indict
with any grand jury of our choosing.

We'll fill in the blanks later.

Let's play out
one of your metaphors.

Not gonna shoot from the hip

or go off half-cocked.

Hence the tight lips.

Now, if the sheriff could at least
locate the one witness

who testified to seeing
Holden rape Hanna Dean,

that'd be a good start.

Wouldn't it?

All I'm saying
is the sheriff's right.

They're just voicing
their disapproval.

Them coming onto our property,
blowing things up,

it's more than freedom of speech.

I'm not saying that's the right way
to do it, but that's what they're doing.

Well, they might find themselves
with their backsides

covered in buckshot next time.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

I don't think he's slept more than
a few hours since he got out.

Light's always on in his room

all hours of the night.

Sounds like
a guilty conscience to me.

Hey, Dad, I'll pick up
more coffee today.

Why?

I think that's a little stale.

Janet and I have been talking
about the possibility

of maybe Daniel leaving
for a little while.

That might be best
for everybody.

Be a hard subject to broach.

Asking your son
to leave his home after he...

Dad...

can you say without a doubt
he's completely innocent?

100%?

Yeah.

I'd do that.

Things heating up out there?

Yes.

I'm gonna redo the kitchen.

Oh.

They have all these
makeover shows now

and I think I can redo our kitchen
for not that much money.

You know,
not anything real fancy,

just get rid of the vinyl,
new countertops maybe.

I like soapstone.

Isn't it funny?

For years I didn't have the gumption
to change out the dinnerware,

and now I just want to go
rip everything up.

That's a good instinct.

- Daniel.
- Yes, Mama?

Well...

you being home and all...

well, honey, it's just...

well...

you want to help?

Help?

Rip up the kitchen with me.

I love you, Daniel.

I'm glad, Mama.

It's okay, sweetheart.

- Mama.
- Yeah?

I need some wrapping paper.

Wrapping paper?

Of course, honey.

- Any particular kind?
- I don't know.

Christmas would be fine.
Would it do?

I don't have a problem with it.

Okay.

Not much to show
for all my time in Atlanta.

Is that the measure, things?

- This is America, Jon.
- Right.

You think that's gonna keep
the bad guys out?

Nope.

What about a gun?

What?

Just wondering what you
might think about a gun.

As in having one?

A lady something or other.

What are you doing?

Pretending to be Ted Kennedy
in his grave.

Are you serious?

There aren't many institutions
to turn to around here.

Hello. Welcome to Paulie.

My name is Amantha
and I'll be your tour guide.

And then there's our
diddling problem.

Did I just say diddling?

Do it enough,
might as well say it.

- The senator knows.
- What?

- I think.
- How could that be?

'Cause the whole town
is bugged.

There's spies everywhere.

Motel maintenance man
works for Homeland Security.

Take your pick.

I won't be here for a while,
you know?

- I know.
- This is not my only case.

- I know, Jon, I know.
- Okay.

So...

I think either you
move back to Atlanta,

or let's get you a gun if you're
gonna stay here in this place.

Jon.

Don't tell me
you've dealt with this before

because you haven't dealt
with this before, Amantha.

You were 12 years old.
You were living with your parents.

Daniel was already in jail
and on his way to death row.

That's what kept the bad guys
at bay back then, not you.

Hey, Trey. It's Carl checking in.

If you hear from George,
let me know, would you?

Having a hard time
tracking him down.

Appreciate it.

Hope to see you on Wednesday.

Hey, Daniel.

Come on in.

Where's Amantha?

She's doing laundry.

Are you doing okay with things?

I don't think so, Jon.

I don't think so.

That's not...

that's normal.

What is?

Not doing okay...

considering everything.

Why don't you come in?

It shocked me to find you here.

You know, just not used
to contemplating

all the variables
one might encounter.

I mean,
there were variables inside,

but it wasn't like out here
where it's...

and if you don't have
the years of experiences, the...

if there isn't the repetition
of everyday living

to make things mundane...

because mundane is calming
and soothing.

Mundane isn't out
of the ordinary.

And when everything
is out of the ordinary...

it can be too much sometimes,
you know?

Like finding you
behind this door

when I didn't even consider
there could be

somebody else behind
this door but my sister.

Your mind puts it together,
of course, but...

I mean, even just the door opening
is still very unreal.

- Does that make sense?
- Of course.

Daniel, it does.

Okay.

Oh. Ahem.

Hey, honey.

This is a nice surprise.

What's up?

You remember the pecan grove
that Dad used to take us to?

You were only about five or six.

The one with the cows?

Yes.

With the cows.

I do remember.

You think...

want to go for a drive out there?

You still know how
to get out there?

I think so.

Okay.

When I confessed,

it was such a relief.

I mean, to be free

of all that unbelievable guilt
and regret that I was feeling.

After I told them
that I killed her...

I could finally accept
that she was dead, you know?

You'd just turned 18.

High on mushrooms.

But after all that time on the row,

the guilt returned.

Guilt for what?

Guilt that I was alive.

Guilt that...

I began to accept it
as my destiny, my fate.

And I began to embrace it
as my purpose.

Survivor's guilt.

No more complicated than that.

Is that it?

Do you think I could ever
make it out here, really?

Of course you can.

And you will.

I don't believe in anything.

What about me

and Mom and your...

your brother?

I've caused you all
so much pain.

No, Danny.

They caused us all
so much pain.

I'm so sorry I said what I said
to you, Amantha.

It's okay.

I'd take it back if I could.

No, there's a lot of truth
to what you said.

It's okay.

I don't know what to do.

Well...

we could go back to Atlanta

and stay up there for a while.

There are people.

People who know how to help you
with what you're going through.

Get away from
all the pressures of being here.

All the triggers around you.

The danger here.

What is it, honey?

What's going on, Daniel?

A strange life.

Does it look open?

I don't know.
I've never seen it open.

See you later, sister.

Count on it, brother.

I know that's right.

Hey.

Love you.

I love you, too.

We're a leaky family.

You the man.

With a plan.

Wish I had a ceiling fan.

Some can't, some can.

Some will, some won't.

Some do, some don't.

Damn, why'd I say won't?

Wait, now. Wait, now.
Hold up, hold up.

Some will, some won't.

Some do, some don't.

I shine, I float.

I float?

Yes, sir.
Some will, some won't.

Some do, some don't.
I shine, I float.

I'm dull, I'm gaunt.
And I quit.

Come on, man.

Tired of playing.

What, you got plans?
You going somewhere?

He ain't going nowhere.

Long after they put that
death needle in your arm,

he's gonna be right here with me.

You're the saddest man
I've ever known.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're the sad man, Danny.

Crying in your sleep
over your little Hanna.

Gonna be crying over
your little Kerwin, too.

Won't be me crying.

And that's why you're the saddest man
I've ever known.

'Cause you can't feel
anything for anybody.

You can't cry for anybody.

Oh, man, he got you.

Peckerwood got bitch slapped.

Nobody bitch slapped me.

Oh, thou doth protest
too much, peckerwood.

Shut up, bitch.

The award for saddest man
in the world goes to

peckerwood, peckerhead,
crackerbox,

Uncle Jed Wendall Jelks.

Shit.

Ha!

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hey there.
I'm Chet.

I'm Daniel.

Oh, hey.

Daniel.

You're elusive, Chet.

That's an underappreciated skill.

So it can be developed.

I think so.

Probably helps to have a little bit
of a knack for it first.

Is that too much?
That music? Is that a little much?

No.

It's just right.

My friends think
I'm a sad-oholic.

Don't get help.

I just like to have something
to balance out the farce, you know?

I think farce may be sadder.

God, you're right.

It's all sad.

And farcical.

You looking for anything
in particular, Daniel?

You know who I am,
don't you, Chet?

I do, Daniel.

I would like to get something
for somebody.

Someone special?

Someone I recently met.

Ain't you something?

I got something for you.

- Their adopt-a-friend special...
...resided actually...

...Chapel Road all the way
to Covington...

Landmark Homerville
restaurant was shut down...

I like your top.

I got it today for you.

Looks good on you.

Thank you, Teddy.

- Teddy.
- Yeah, babe?

I think the baptism
might have been a mistake.

Too much too soon.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

You had good intentions.

You think so?

I know so.

You're a good person, Tawney.

Need to go.

Daniel. Daniel.

Daniel, I...

I need to say something
to my friend.

Doesn't look like he wants
to speak to you.

I just need a moment.

- Need to go.
- Please.

It's okay.

Look at me.

Look at me, brother.

Daniel.

I know you didn't do it.

How do you know?

Because I know you.

Because I know you.

Because I know you.

We have to go.

Bye, brother.

Get him up.

Hello, Tawney.

I just wanted to let you know
that I'm doing okay.

Doing better
and I hope you're doing okay.

And Ted.

I'm going away for a while

to get better.

Or different.

That's all. Goodbye.

All clear.