Rectify (2013–2016): Season 4, Episode 5 - Episode #4.5 - full transcript
Previously on Rectify...
No matter what Mr. Childers
says regarding the store,
- I'm still going up to see Daniel.
- I'd like to go with you.
It's not good to get too personally
involved with residents.
We're in the midst of an
ongoing investigation.
I'm sure you understand.
What I don't understand is you, Sheriff.
Do you think I should just do it?
- Do what?
- Leave.
I'm sorry that I wasn't
there for you tonight.
You got to work, man?
That sucks.
Manny?
Least the weekend's coming, right?
Manny.
Not that that means much around here.
Still got to do your
chores like a 10-year-old.
Manny.
What, man? Shit.
Would you mind not...
Would you mind not attending
to your personal...
gratification when I'm in
the room, trying to sleep?
Oh.
I'm sorry, Dan.
Thought you were already asleep.
O-Or if I am a-asleep.
Really, I would prefer it if you
not do that in my presence.
It's just not appropriate, you know.
Okay.
How 'bout the bathroom?
Uh, sure.
Or, you know, when I'm not here.
You want to make a schedule?
I-I'm not trying to
start anything, Manny.
Sure about that?
It's just not appropriate, you know?
You said that already.
Ted! Have you seen your suitcase?
The old blue suitcase
with the broken wheel?
Ted!
I can't find the old blue suitcase.
Yeah. Got that.
Ted!
Between the croquet
set and your bicycle!
So much yelling. So butt-ass early.
I'm sorry.
We're trying to get on the
road. Beat the traffic.
Morning to you, too.
I found this in the attic...
Daniel's old stuff.
Thought maybe you might like
some of it in Nashville.
You know, since he's not
coming back here ever.
That is so thoughtful of you, Jared,
but I don't think Daniel really
wants these things anymore.
How do you know?
Well, Daniel actually threw
all of that stuff away.
A while back.
Threw it away? Then how did it...
Did you pull all of his
things out of the trash
after he put them there?
Well, yes.
Yes, I did.
That's weird, Mom.
Isn't that weird?
I'm not getting involved.
He was a little... unstable at the time,
and I was afraid he might
regret his decision.
Did he?
Maybe I'll broach it when I'm there.
Did you think they were gonna pick us?
Tried not to have expectations
about it either way.
Why would you do that?
Always a good idea to protect
yourself a little bit.
From what?
You know what I mean.
I think it's kind of fun
fantasizing about having all that money.
It's a lot, all right.
I mean, Mr. Childers said it.
We could relocate 'cross town somewhere
and be able to bank what's left over.
He did say that.
That's not true?
Theoretically, we could relocate
if we found a building suitable
that actually had people driving by it.
Look, they just want what we got,
and they want to make their offer
as tempting as all get-out.
Mission accomplished.
But there's nothing about the offer
that says we have to open up
again in Paulie, does it?
There's nothing in the contract,
if that's what you mean.
So we could go or do whatever we choose.
What are you talking about when
you're talking about choosing?
Choosing what?
Or where?
I have no idea.
I just think it's kind of nice
to consider what doesn't have to be.
I mean, do we even want to run
another tire store, really?
Do you?
Did you ever want to run a tire
store in the first place, Ted?
Why does it matter if I ever wanted to?
Because I don't know.
And I've always been afraid to ask.
If I'm being totally
honest, the answer is...
probably not.
The answer's no.
But things happen.
Things happened.
You weren't in the best of
shape back then, Janet.
Thanks for bringing that up.
I'm not saying it for that reason.
Do you want to know what I think,
if I'm being totally honest?
Sure. Always.
I think we should sell.
I want to sell the store, Ted.
Is that your response?
Okay.
What if my response was...
"I don't want to sell.
I don't want to sell the
damn store, Janet."
What if I said that?
What would you do then?
I mean, really.
And what would happen?
To us.
Look.
I didn't say I didn't want to sell.
I said "If I said that,
what would you do?"
Are you listening to yourself?
As much as you're listening to yourself.
Saying you want to sell then
asking me for a response.
What does what I say even
matter in that conversation?
That isn't a conversation.
Exactly.
Okay. Point for Ted.
Can we try this?
If you owned the store free and clear,
if it was yours to do as you pleased,
what would you do to please you?
Well, first, I need more
time to think about it.
Okay. Can you think about it
out loud with me right now?
No. That's not the same thing.
Okay, let's try this approach.
After you have thought about it
for a period of time with yourself,
would you mind discussing what
you've thought about with me
before they rescind the offer?
Sure. No problem.
Great.
I'll be on standby.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Come on in.
I made muffins.
That right?
Do you want one?
No, I'm fine, thanks.
Fresh and hot.
Oh.
Sure. Okay.
Is it weird being here?
Little bit.
Remember that big ol' picture
we used to have up here?
I do.
Kind of show-offy, wasn't it?
Picture of ourselves that big.
I don't know.
It was then.
It was tacky.
Stupid.
Want butter?
Not really.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you always liked butter.
Um...
Butter's fine, then.
You sure? I've got plenty of muffins.
Either way.
Is everything all right?
They made an offer on the store.
Oh, really?
Dad said Mr. Childers, or Bob,
called Janet last night
and made it official.
Ain't that somethin'?
Well, what are y'all gonna do?
Ain't no "me" in that y'all.
They're not gonna make a decision
without considering you.
You grilled anything since I left?
Not yet, no.
What are we doing, Tawney?
What do you mean?
What are we doing?
Figuring things out, aren't we?
What things?
Our lives.
Don't we have some things
already figured out?
If we're being honest.
Some things. Not everything.
I don't want to corner you, Tawney.
Hem you in, put you on the spot anymore.
I really don't. I... I don't
like the way it makes me feel.
About myself.
So I'm gonna make it easy for you here.
So you don't have to be the bad guy.
I know you don't like being the bad guy.
I'm gonna propose something to you.
Okay.
How 'bout we get a divorce?
Does that sound good?
I'll tell you what. I'll
make it even easier for you.
I'd like to get divorced, Tawney.
Would you grant that for me?
Are you... Are you sure, Teddy?
It's gonna be okay, Tawney.
Just...
Yes.
You may have a divorce, Teddy.
See?
Piece of cake.
Kind of got to get back to work.
I understand.
I'll see ya later.
Yeah. See ya later.
Anyway, my daughter doesn't want to have
anything to do with me right
now, and I can't force it.
Teenage girls, man.
That's hard, Nate. It is.
- But you just got to be patient.
- Mm-hmm.
- Right?
- Right.
Can't go back and undo what's done...
But you can go forward
and do what's right.
Do what's right, y'all.
Right, Dan?
That's right, Avery.
Family, family.
You got some of that
coming your way, right?
Saw that on the visitors list.
You excited? You sweatin' it?
You seem bothered.
About them coming, or...?
Sure.
All right, now. What's going on here?
I don't like him.
Y'all be cool.
How did we get here?
Ask him.
This dude's a nut.
Now, come on. Put it back
in y'all's pants now.
That's his problem, actually.
You know, you're a little bitch.
- I'm a what?
- Manny!
- A bitch.
- Manny!
Daniel, be cool.
Dude's mad I jerk off.
Believe that?
I asked you not to do
that in front of me.
I asked you!
I thought he was asleep.
I won't ask you again.
Yeah? Meaning what?
It might be nothing to you.
It's something to me.
It bothers me.
You have no idea how much.
Yeah.
Me beatin' off is something now.
Okay.
Ain't about doing it.
It's when and... and where.
It's about respect, Manny.
Respect for your roommate.
Respect for people in this house.
Look, if you don't show respect in here,
you won't do it out there.
I thought the dude was asleep.
Come on, man.
Daniel.
Daniel.
Hello?
Jared Talbot?
Amantha Holden?
Uh, is your brother here?
Uh, he doesn't live here anymore, Bobby.
He moved to Nashville.
How about...
Jared.
He's not here, either.
Something I can help you with, Bobby?
I don't know.
Did Daniel ever used to talk about Hanna
when they were going out?
Like how he felt about her?
You know, if he loved her, or whatever?
Couldn't tell you, Bobby.
I really didn't know Daniel back then.
Oh.
Right.
Guess it was weird for you, huh?
Being brought into all this.
Everything's weird when you're a kid.
Everything's weird now.
Heard that.
You got another one of these?
Think we're out.
Why are you here, Bobby?
George Melton's dead
and I don't feel so good myself.
He used to come by our house.
George Melton?
You know, after it all been wrapped up,
and your future step-brother
was sent down the river
for his confessed sins.
First time George showed up,
he had store-bought flowers in one hand
and a big bag of Tom's plain
potato chips in the other.
Told me and Mama how sorry
he was for our loss
and how much he missed Hanna.
Started crying right there on the porch.
That wasn't unusual.
Lots of people showed up to
cry on our porch back then...
People that wouldn't even used
to acknowledge us in the streets
would show up, see Mama,
and just start bawling.
Like they were borrowing on her
grief for their own purposes.
'Course, Mama just ate it all up.
Why wouldn't she?
It was the first time in her life
that she didn't have to
scream and yell to be seen.
Hey, thank you.
Anyway, long after the
procession had ended,
he'd show up and visit with Mama.
He'd hang with me, too.
You know, we'd ride
bikes, play video games.
I mean, he was 18 and I was 12, but...
It didn't seem that weird
to me at the time.
I just thought he was
my friend, you know?
It was late in the afternoon.
Last day he ever came by.
He and Mama had been in
Hanna's room for a while.
They used to do that.
You know, just sit there.
Talk about Hanna, school...
I don't know what all.
After a good long
while, he came outside.
And he look at me sad-like
and said we couldn't play no more.
I asked, "Why not?"
He said he just couldn't do it no more.
Visit with us.
That it was too painful.
As he walked over to his bike,
all I could think about was him
leaving me alone with Mama.
Just me and her alone in that house.
And I begged him not to go.
I begged him to come back.
He said it wasn't right.
What he was doing.
And I asked, "What wasn't right?"
He didn't answer.
He just got on his bike to go.
So I grabbed him by his arm.
I said, "What's happened?
Did something happen, George?"
He looked at me,
real strange,
and he said...
Said what?
"Trey went back."
Trey went back?
That's what he said.
That's all he said. Then he rode off.
What the hell's that mean, Bobby?
Back then, it was just
one more thing I didn't understand.
Didn't make sense.
All that was real was
that my sister was dead,
Daniel had killed her, and my...
my one true friend
just told me he wasn't
coming back no more.
And now?
Tell him I'm sorry.
Who?
Daniel.
For what I did to him at Hanna's grave.
Tell him I hope this helps.
Afternoon, Mr. Stern.
I've knocked on a lot of
doors today, Sheriff.
I didn't think yours
would be one of them.
Please.
Coffee?
No, I'm okay. Thanks.
Beer?
Why not?
Have a seat.
Why?
Have you talked with CJ Pickens
since you and I last spoke?
I have.
Did you tell him to avoid
me, not return my calls?
I certainly did not tell him that.
Did you know at least 20 kids
were brought down to
the sheriff's station
the morning after Hanna
Dean was murdered?
I did know that.
And only seven were
officially interviewed?
I'm aware of that, too.
Was one of those kids named Roger?
Doesn't ring a bell,
but I didn't know all the kids by name.
Nor was I there the whole time.
But I'll ask around.
Why am I here?
Why did you call me, Sheriff?
I got to go see a man about a horse.
What?
There's some reading
material if you get bored.
Till I get back.
Shouldn't be gone more than 30 minutes.
Thanks for calling the Talbots,
but we're not here.
Leave a message.
Hey, Tawney. It's Carlton.
Sorry to bug you at home,
but, uh, call me when you get a minute.
Thanks.
I didn't think you were coming by today.
I-I wasn't.
I really only have two places to go,
and I was getting away from one of them.
Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.
Did something happen today?
Or is it just Pre-Traumatic
Mom Disorder?
They so hoped I could
be put back together.
Who did?
My family, sister, mom.
But I don't really see
that happening, Chloe,
no matter the surgeons who attend me.
What broke you?
Lots of things.
Can you tell me just one?
One of the things?
My dog died.
That's always a hard one.
Yeah, it was at the time.
What else?
Um, oh, yeah.
I was sexually assaulted
in prison multiple times.
That kind of sticks with you.
That's horrific, Daniel.
I shouldn't be telling you this.
Why are you?
I'm a romantic.
And you're the girl.
And you're hoping the
girl's gonna save you.
If you're a romantic.
Can't save you, Daniel.
I'm sorry.
But I could hold you.
If you'd let me.
When's your mom arriving?
Oh, she may already be here.
I don't know.
You gonna go back and see her?
At the fun house?
She traveled a long way.
Trey went back where?
That's what I asked Bobby.
He said that's all George said.
He asked me to pass a
message on to Daniel, too.
Bobby did.
Tell him how sorry he was
for what he did to him
at Hanna's grave.
I'm gonna have to call Jon now.
I figured.
We really are out of beer this time.
That sucks.
Did you go to work today, Teddy?
Called in sick.
To whom?
Myself.
Is there anything else going on?
We're out of beer.
That's a tragedy.
Did Mom get the offer today?
Last night.
You know about this, Jared?
Are you serious?
Teddy, they are not
gonna sell the store.
There is no way.
Bet you a wheel alignment they do.
If you had a car.
Why don't you stay here tonight?
Okay? We'll order Chinese,
call each other names.
Nah.
I'm gonna go grill this steak
and drink some beer by my lonesome.
Will you please be careful.
Lock your doors.
Have you ever...
Do you ever think about
being somewhere else?
I don't know.
Come on, Ted. You've never
pictured just being different?
Being different or being
somewhere different?
Both. Either.
Different how? Different...?
Different.
You've never thought,
"I wish I was a pineapple
farmer in Hawaii"?
Or a gossip columnist
in Paris in the '20s.
Does Lafayette just turn into Eighth?
Guess it does.
Good Lord.
What? No, I've never wanted to
farm pineapples in Paris in any decade.
Why is that so hard to believe?
It's not. Trust me. I believe you.
You're setting a trap.
How?
I'm just asking you what dreams,
what dumb, silly, fantastical
dreams you might have had
before or during the
life you settled for,
the life you actually have.
It was supposed to be fun.
Sounds more sad to me.
Me, too, now.
You see? A trap. A goddamn land mine.
- You're always planting those, Janet.
- Always?
You say, "It's all clear.
Nothing to worry about here,"
and then it's pineapples in Paris.
- Please stop saying that.
- I take one step forward
and, bam, land mine,
just like I suspected.
You're full of intuition,
Ted. What can I say?
God, you resent me, don't you?
What?
You're filled with resentment for me.
And I understand why. I do.
And actually, I don't blame you
for that... the resentment.
Oh, yeah? Sure seems that way.
I blame you for resenting me in silence,
for resenting me and never
saying a word about it.
You're right.
I do do that.
And I blame you for never
thanking me for it.
Tawney.
Oh, um, I'm sorry that I
didn't call you back.
I-I had kind of a-a weird morning.
No, no. It's okay. But there
is something you need to know.
Zeke didn't wake up this morning.
He's unconscious.
His breathing started to
slow and become labored.
He's not in pain.
Oh, I called his nephew.
The number's not in service.
Anyway, it's looked into.
Can you hear me, Mr. Zeke?
I never got your plaque.
I wanted to.
I even... I wrote your
address down the other day.
But...
I-I thought I had more time, I guess.
I'll still go get it for
you, if you want me to.
Or... Or I-I'll stay here.
Either way.
Just tell me what to do.
Somebody, please.
And everybody's got a chore
or an individual responsibility
for the upkeep of the house.
Bunch of men, you know?
I may send the rest of my fellows
up here for some training.
Yes, ma'am.
And it's all smooth sailing,
either, is it, Nate?
Oh, we have some bumps, for sure.
Daniel.
Hello, Mother.
Oh.
Oh.
Your hair.
It's headed toward unruly.
I like it.
Hello, Ted.
Hello, Daniel.
I'm... I'm sorry I was so late.
Do not be sorry.
We've been sitting right
here, enjoying ourselves.
We've had some wonderful hosts.
Showed us all around, the
kitchen and the library.
It's a grand old house.
Uh, Mr. Pickle told us how
you had to go back to
work for a little bit.
Yeah, you get that all squared
away, Dan, at the warehouse?
Yes, I did.
You got good people, Dan.
I'm very lucky, Nate.
Y'all are too sweet now.
Uh, Avery and Manny went for a walk.
They won't be back for a while.
They send their regrets, of course.
I see.
And where's Tyrus?
Young fella got a date.
Well, good for him.
Uh, would you like to see
my room, Mother, Ted?
More than anything in the world.
It's just up the stairs.
What a nice staircase.
Really, Tawney? Shit!
Uh, Talbot residence. Ted speaking.
Yeah, Ted Talbot, Jr. Tawney's my wife.
Could you please turn this off? What...
No, I don't have the code.
That's... That's why I'm
unable to turn it off.
Uh, my mother's maiden name.
Uh, Perry. Margaret Perry.
Can you please turn...
Grizzly Bear!
Grizzly Bear.
Thank you.
Yeah, I don't know what happened.
I'll have to talk to her
when she gets home.
I-I appreciate it.
Executive decision's been made, Dan.
I'm your new roommate.
You good with that?
I am, Mr. Pickle.
I'm definitely changing the sheets.
I would advise that.
Be right back.
No matter what Mr. Childers
says regarding the store,
- I'm still going up to see Daniel.
- I'd like to go with you.
It's not good to get too personally
involved with residents.
We're in the midst of an
ongoing investigation.
I'm sure you understand.
What I don't understand is you, Sheriff.
Do you think I should just do it?
- Do what?
- Leave.
I'm sorry that I wasn't
there for you tonight.
You got to work, man?
That sucks.
Manny?
Least the weekend's coming, right?
Manny.
Not that that means much around here.
Still got to do your
chores like a 10-year-old.
Manny.
What, man? Shit.
Would you mind not...
Would you mind not attending
to your personal...
gratification when I'm in
the room, trying to sleep?
Oh.
I'm sorry, Dan.
Thought you were already asleep.
O-Or if I am a-asleep.
Really, I would prefer it if you
not do that in my presence.
It's just not appropriate, you know.
Okay.
How 'bout the bathroom?
Uh, sure.
Or, you know, when I'm not here.
You want to make a schedule?
I-I'm not trying to
start anything, Manny.
Sure about that?
It's just not appropriate, you know?
You said that already.
Ted! Have you seen your suitcase?
The old blue suitcase
with the broken wheel?
Ted!
I can't find the old blue suitcase.
Yeah. Got that.
Ted!
Between the croquet
set and your bicycle!
So much yelling. So butt-ass early.
I'm sorry.
We're trying to get on the
road. Beat the traffic.
Morning to you, too.
I found this in the attic...
Daniel's old stuff.
Thought maybe you might like
some of it in Nashville.
You know, since he's not
coming back here ever.
That is so thoughtful of you, Jared,
but I don't think Daniel really
wants these things anymore.
How do you know?
Well, Daniel actually threw
all of that stuff away.
A while back.
Threw it away? Then how did it...
Did you pull all of his
things out of the trash
after he put them there?
Well, yes.
Yes, I did.
That's weird, Mom.
Isn't that weird?
I'm not getting involved.
He was a little... unstable at the time,
and I was afraid he might
regret his decision.
Did he?
Maybe I'll broach it when I'm there.
Did you think they were gonna pick us?
Tried not to have expectations
about it either way.
Why would you do that?
Always a good idea to protect
yourself a little bit.
From what?
You know what I mean.
I think it's kind of fun
fantasizing about having all that money.
It's a lot, all right.
I mean, Mr. Childers said it.
We could relocate 'cross town somewhere
and be able to bank what's left over.
He did say that.
That's not true?
Theoretically, we could relocate
if we found a building suitable
that actually had people driving by it.
Look, they just want what we got,
and they want to make their offer
as tempting as all get-out.
Mission accomplished.
But there's nothing about the offer
that says we have to open up
again in Paulie, does it?
There's nothing in the contract,
if that's what you mean.
So we could go or do whatever we choose.
What are you talking about when
you're talking about choosing?
Choosing what?
Or where?
I have no idea.
I just think it's kind of nice
to consider what doesn't have to be.
I mean, do we even want to run
another tire store, really?
Do you?
Did you ever want to run a tire
store in the first place, Ted?
Why does it matter if I ever wanted to?
Because I don't know.
And I've always been afraid to ask.
If I'm being totally
honest, the answer is...
probably not.
The answer's no.
But things happen.
Things happened.
You weren't in the best of
shape back then, Janet.
Thanks for bringing that up.
I'm not saying it for that reason.
Do you want to know what I think,
if I'm being totally honest?
Sure. Always.
I think we should sell.
I want to sell the store, Ted.
Is that your response?
Okay.
What if my response was...
"I don't want to sell.
I don't want to sell the
damn store, Janet."
What if I said that?
What would you do then?
I mean, really.
And what would happen?
To us.
Look.
I didn't say I didn't want to sell.
I said "If I said that,
what would you do?"
Are you listening to yourself?
As much as you're listening to yourself.
Saying you want to sell then
asking me for a response.
What does what I say even
matter in that conversation?
That isn't a conversation.
Exactly.
Okay. Point for Ted.
Can we try this?
If you owned the store free and clear,
if it was yours to do as you pleased,
what would you do to please you?
Well, first, I need more
time to think about it.
Okay. Can you think about it
out loud with me right now?
No. That's not the same thing.
Okay, let's try this approach.
After you have thought about it
for a period of time with yourself,
would you mind discussing what
you've thought about with me
before they rescind the offer?
Sure. No problem.
Great.
I'll be on standby.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Come on in.
I made muffins.
That right?
Do you want one?
No, I'm fine, thanks.
Fresh and hot.
Oh.
Sure. Okay.
Is it weird being here?
Little bit.
Remember that big ol' picture
we used to have up here?
I do.
Kind of show-offy, wasn't it?
Picture of ourselves that big.
I don't know.
It was then.
It was tacky.
Stupid.
Want butter?
Not really.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you always liked butter.
Um...
Butter's fine, then.
You sure? I've got plenty of muffins.
Either way.
Is everything all right?
They made an offer on the store.
Oh, really?
Dad said Mr. Childers, or Bob,
called Janet last night
and made it official.
Ain't that somethin'?
Well, what are y'all gonna do?
Ain't no "me" in that y'all.
They're not gonna make a decision
without considering you.
You grilled anything since I left?
Not yet, no.
What are we doing, Tawney?
What do you mean?
What are we doing?
Figuring things out, aren't we?
What things?
Our lives.
Don't we have some things
already figured out?
If we're being honest.
Some things. Not everything.
I don't want to corner you, Tawney.
Hem you in, put you on the spot anymore.
I really don't. I... I don't
like the way it makes me feel.
About myself.
So I'm gonna make it easy for you here.
So you don't have to be the bad guy.
I know you don't like being the bad guy.
I'm gonna propose something to you.
Okay.
How 'bout we get a divorce?
Does that sound good?
I'll tell you what. I'll
make it even easier for you.
I'd like to get divorced, Tawney.
Would you grant that for me?
Are you... Are you sure, Teddy?
It's gonna be okay, Tawney.
Just...
Yes.
You may have a divorce, Teddy.
See?
Piece of cake.
Kind of got to get back to work.
I understand.
I'll see ya later.
Yeah. See ya later.
Anyway, my daughter doesn't want to have
anything to do with me right
now, and I can't force it.
Teenage girls, man.
That's hard, Nate. It is.
- But you just got to be patient.
- Mm-hmm.
- Right?
- Right.
Can't go back and undo what's done...
But you can go forward
and do what's right.
Do what's right, y'all.
Right, Dan?
That's right, Avery.
Family, family.
You got some of that
coming your way, right?
Saw that on the visitors list.
You excited? You sweatin' it?
You seem bothered.
About them coming, or...?
Sure.
All right, now. What's going on here?
I don't like him.
Y'all be cool.
How did we get here?
Ask him.
This dude's a nut.
Now, come on. Put it back
in y'all's pants now.
That's his problem, actually.
You know, you're a little bitch.
- I'm a what?
- Manny!
- A bitch.
- Manny!
Daniel, be cool.
Dude's mad I jerk off.
Believe that?
I asked you not to do
that in front of me.
I asked you!
I thought he was asleep.
I won't ask you again.
Yeah? Meaning what?
It might be nothing to you.
It's something to me.
It bothers me.
You have no idea how much.
Yeah.
Me beatin' off is something now.
Okay.
Ain't about doing it.
It's when and... and where.
It's about respect, Manny.
Respect for your roommate.
Respect for people in this house.
Look, if you don't show respect in here,
you won't do it out there.
I thought the dude was asleep.
Come on, man.
Daniel.
Daniel.
Hello?
Jared Talbot?
Amantha Holden?
Uh, is your brother here?
Uh, he doesn't live here anymore, Bobby.
He moved to Nashville.
How about...
Jared.
He's not here, either.
Something I can help you with, Bobby?
I don't know.
Did Daniel ever used to talk about Hanna
when they were going out?
Like how he felt about her?
You know, if he loved her, or whatever?
Couldn't tell you, Bobby.
I really didn't know Daniel back then.
Oh.
Right.
Guess it was weird for you, huh?
Being brought into all this.
Everything's weird when you're a kid.
Everything's weird now.
Heard that.
You got another one of these?
Think we're out.
Why are you here, Bobby?
George Melton's dead
and I don't feel so good myself.
He used to come by our house.
George Melton?
You know, after it all been wrapped up,
and your future step-brother
was sent down the river
for his confessed sins.
First time George showed up,
he had store-bought flowers in one hand
and a big bag of Tom's plain
potato chips in the other.
Told me and Mama how sorry
he was for our loss
and how much he missed Hanna.
Started crying right there on the porch.
That wasn't unusual.
Lots of people showed up to
cry on our porch back then...
People that wouldn't even used
to acknowledge us in the streets
would show up, see Mama,
and just start bawling.
Like they were borrowing on her
grief for their own purposes.
'Course, Mama just ate it all up.
Why wouldn't she?
It was the first time in her life
that she didn't have to
scream and yell to be seen.
Hey, thank you.
Anyway, long after the
procession had ended,
he'd show up and visit with Mama.
He'd hang with me, too.
You know, we'd ride
bikes, play video games.
I mean, he was 18 and I was 12, but...
It didn't seem that weird
to me at the time.
I just thought he was
my friend, you know?
It was late in the afternoon.
Last day he ever came by.
He and Mama had been in
Hanna's room for a while.
They used to do that.
You know, just sit there.
Talk about Hanna, school...
I don't know what all.
After a good long
while, he came outside.
And he look at me sad-like
and said we couldn't play no more.
I asked, "Why not?"
He said he just couldn't do it no more.
Visit with us.
That it was too painful.
As he walked over to his bike,
all I could think about was him
leaving me alone with Mama.
Just me and her alone in that house.
And I begged him not to go.
I begged him to come back.
He said it wasn't right.
What he was doing.
And I asked, "What wasn't right?"
He didn't answer.
He just got on his bike to go.
So I grabbed him by his arm.
I said, "What's happened?
Did something happen, George?"
He looked at me,
real strange,
and he said...
Said what?
"Trey went back."
Trey went back?
That's what he said.
That's all he said. Then he rode off.
What the hell's that mean, Bobby?
Back then, it was just
one more thing I didn't understand.
Didn't make sense.
All that was real was
that my sister was dead,
Daniel had killed her, and my...
my one true friend
just told me he wasn't
coming back no more.
And now?
Tell him I'm sorry.
Who?
Daniel.
For what I did to him at Hanna's grave.
Tell him I hope this helps.
Afternoon, Mr. Stern.
I've knocked on a lot of
doors today, Sheriff.
I didn't think yours
would be one of them.
Please.
Coffee?
No, I'm okay. Thanks.
Beer?
Why not?
Have a seat.
Why?
Have you talked with CJ Pickens
since you and I last spoke?
I have.
Did you tell him to avoid
me, not return my calls?
I certainly did not tell him that.
Did you know at least 20 kids
were brought down to
the sheriff's station
the morning after Hanna
Dean was murdered?
I did know that.
And only seven were
officially interviewed?
I'm aware of that, too.
Was one of those kids named Roger?
Doesn't ring a bell,
but I didn't know all the kids by name.
Nor was I there the whole time.
But I'll ask around.
Why am I here?
Why did you call me, Sheriff?
I got to go see a man about a horse.
What?
There's some reading
material if you get bored.
Till I get back.
Shouldn't be gone more than 30 minutes.
Thanks for calling the Talbots,
but we're not here.
Leave a message.
Hey, Tawney. It's Carlton.
Sorry to bug you at home,
but, uh, call me when you get a minute.
Thanks.
I didn't think you were coming by today.
I-I wasn't.
I really only have two places to go,
and I was getting away from one of them.
Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.
Did something happen today?
Or is it just Pre-Traumatic
Mom Disorder?
They so hoped I could
be put back together.
Who did?
My family, sister, mom.
But I don't really see
that happening, Chloe,
no matter the surgeons who attend me.
What broke you?
Lots of things.
Can you tell me just one?
One of the things?
My dog died.
That's always a hard one.
Yeah, it was at the time.
What else?
Um, oh, yeah.
I was sexually assaulted
in prison multiple times.
That kind of sticks with you.
That's horrific, Daniel.
I shouldn't be telling you this.
Why are you?
I'm a romantic.
And you're the girl.
And you're hoping the
girl's gonna save you.
If you're a romantic.
Can't save you, Daniel.
I'm sorry.
But I could hold you.
If you'd let me.
When's your mom arriving?
Oh, she may already be here.
I don't know.
You gonna go back and see her?
At the fun house?
She traveled a long way.
Trey went back where?
That's what I asked Bobby.
He said that's all George said.
He asked me to pass a
message on to Daniel, too.
Bobby did.
Tell him how sorry he was
for what he did to him
at Hanna's grave.
I'm gonna have to call Jon now.
I figured.
We really are out of beer this time.
That sucks.
Did you go to work today, Teddy?
Called in sick.
To whom?
Myself.
Is there anything else going on?
We're out of beer.
That's a tragedy.
Did Mom get the offer today?
Last night.
You know about this, Jared?
Are you serious?
Teddy, they are not
gonna sell the store.
There is no way.
Bet you a wheel alignment they do.
If you had a car.
Why don't you stay here tonight?
Okay? We'll order Chinese,
call each other names.
Nah.
I'm gonna go grill this steak
and drink some beer by my lonesome.
Will you please be careful.
Lock your doors.
Have you ever...
Do you ever think about
being somewhere else?
I don't know.
Come on, Ted. You've never
pictured just being different?
Being different or being
somewhere different?
Both. Either.
Different how? Different...?
Different.
You've never thought,
"I wish I was a pineapple
farmer in Hawaii"?
Or a gossip columnist
in Paris in the '20s.
Does Lafayette just turn into Eighth?
Guess it does.
Good Lord.
What? No, I've never wanted to
farm pineapples in Paris in any decade.
Why is that so hard to believe?
It's not. Trust me. I believe you.
You're setting a trap.
How?
I'm just asking you what dreams,
what dumb, silly, fantastical
dreams you might have had
before or during the
life you settled for,
the life you actually have.
It was supposed to be fun.
Sounds more sad to me.
Me, too, now.
You see? A trap. A goddamn land mine.
- You're always planting those, Janet.
- Always?
You say, "It's all clear.
Nothing to worry about here,"
and then it's pineapples in Paris.
- Please stop saying that.
- I take one step forward
and, bam, land mine,
just like I suspected.
You're full of intuition,
Ted. What can I say?
God, you resent me, don't you?
What?
You're filled with resentment for me.
And I understand why. I do.
And actually, I don't blame you
for that... the resentment.
Oh, yeah? Sure seems that way.
I blame you for resenting me in silence,
for resenting me and never
saying a word about it.
You're right.
I do do that.
And I blame you for never
thanking me for it.
Tawney.
Oh, um, I'm sorry that I
didn't call you back.
I-I had kind of a-a weird morning.
No, no. It's okay. But there
is something you need to know.
Zeke didn't wake up this morning.
He's unconscious.
His breathing started to
slow and become labored.
He's not in pain.
Oh, I called his nephew.
The number's not in service.
Anyway, it's looked into.
Can you hear me, Mr. Zeke?
I never got your plaque.
I wanted to.
I even... I wrote your
address down the other day.
But...
I-I thought I had more time, I guess.
I'll still go get it for
you, if you want me to.
Or... Or I-I'll stay here.
Either way.
Just tell me what to do.
Somebody, please.
And everybody's got a chore
or an individual responsibility
for the upkeep of the house.
Bunch of men, you know?
I may send the rest of my fellows
up here for some training.
Yes, ma'am.
And it's all smooth sailing,
either, is it, Nate?
Oh, we have some bumps, for sure.
Daniel.
Hello, Mother.
Oh.
Oh.
Your hair.
It's headed toward unruly.
I like it.
Hello, Ted.
Hello, Daniel.
I'm... I'm sorry I was so late.
Do not be sorry.
We've been sitting right
here, enjoying ourselves.
We've had some wonderful hosts.
Showed us all around, the
kitchen and the library.
It's a grand old house.
Uh, Mr. Pickle told us how
you had to go back to
work for a little bit.
Yeah, you get that all squared
away, Dan, at the warehouse?
Yes, I did.
You got good people, Dan.
I'm very lucky, Nate.
Y'all are too sweet now.
Uh, Avery and Manny went for a walk.
They won't be back for a while.
They send their regrets, of course.
I see.
And where's Tyrus?
Young fella got a date.
Well, good for him.
Uh, would you like to see
my room, Mother, Ted?
More than anything in the world.
It's just up the stairs.
What a nice staircase.
Really, Tawney? Shit!
Uh, Talbot residence. Ted speaking.
Yeah, Ted Talbot, Jr. Tawney's my wife.
Could you please turn this off? What...
No, I don't have the code.
That's... That's why I'm
unable to turn it off.
Uh, my mother's maiden name.
Uh, Perry. Margaret Perry.
Can you please turn...
Grizzly Bear!
Grizzly Bear.
Thank you.
Yeah, I don't know what happened.
I'll have to talk to her
when she gets home.
I-I appreciate it.
Executive decision's been made, Dan.
I'm your new roommate.
You good with that?
I am, Mr. Pickle.
I'm definitely changing the sheets.
I would advise that.
Be right back.