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Amelia:
"What will become of you and me

"besides the photo and the memory?

"This is the school in which we learn

"that time is the fire
in which we burn.

"What is the self amidst this Blaze?

"What am I now that I was then,
which I shall suffer and act again?

"The children shouting
are bright as they run.

"This is the school
in which they learn.

"What am I now that I was then?

"May memory restore again and again

"the smallest color
of the smallest day.

"Time is the school in which we learn,

"time is the fire in which we burn."

Wayne: Touring backroads?

I've seen them all.

Wanted privacy.

My hope being
that we could resolve this situation,

just the two of us.

What situation is that?

Don't do that.

You got in the car.
You know what this is about.

You were army, correct?

Recon.

Saw combat?

Many times.

Hoyt: I was 7th infantry.

Korea.

Chosin.

We took all the casualties,
so the marines could turn tail.

Thirty below zero.

Lost about 5,000 men.

Wayne: I wouldn't imagine
a man like you

meets with a man like me
to trade war stories.

We're both soldiers.

You understand triage.

My man Harris James.

I wanna know what happened to him.

Something happen to him?

Spoke a couple days ago
up at your offices.

Don't start off by lying to me,
Mr. Hays.

The last time I saw him,
all we did was talk.

What did you talk about?

Julie purcell.

That's the girl who went missing,
been in the news again recent.

What did he say about her?

Can't talk details,
since it's ongoing.

But you think Harris
had something to do with this girl?

Yes, sir, I believe he did.

Him and some others.

And you got no idea
where he might be?

Might be he took off.
We got him worried.

Cameras all around corporate.

Access roads to the plants,
everywhere.

Video of Harris's car
pulling out of the gate,

followed a minute later
by your cruiser.

Just had to follow up
with some questions.

Man's a hell of a talker.

I give you chance after chance
to speak plainly to me,

and you keep throwing shit in my face.

You know, sir,

I always respected you
and your family.

Family.

That's what it's...

We only had the one.

Then Ellen got sick.

Now our child's gone, too.

Something you want
to get off your chest, sir?

Nobody's gonna hear it but us.

Mr. Hoyt,

you wanna tell me about Julie purcell?

I don't know about Julie purcell.

I'm in the fucking dark.

And, well...

I guess Harris
didn't talk enough after all.

We know about the kids' uncle.

Phone calls from the mother, Lucy.

Harris going to Vegas,
same time she od'ed.

What I know,

Harris's work beeper, newest thing,

has a little computer chip
keyed to our corporate system.

Includes a GPS signal.

And I have exact coordinates

where Harris last was
before it went dead.

Now, you being the law,

and me an interested party,

should the two of us
go out to those woods,

see if we can't find Harris James?

And can you tell me, Mr. Hays,

are we gonna need fucking shovels?

You wanna swap confessions?

Just what is it you think I did?

That's why you bringing me here?
So you could see how much I know?

Word is your investigation ended.

So, we're done now.

They can do what they want
with the investigation.

That's not gonna stop me from looking.

You heard that hotline call.

Soundshke
she doesn't wanna be found.

Maybe, Mr. Hays, best thing
you could do for that young woman

is leave her in peace.

Hard walking away knowing
people mean to do her harm.

Well,

if the police ain't looking for her,
and you're not,

can't imagine anybody else'd be.

In fact,
I can practically guarantee it.

Otherwise,

could be you're giving
these people you mention

reason to find her.

See, you don't drop it,

there's others can't either.

What happened?

Just tell me what happened!

I don't know what happened.

Do I look like a man
with fucking answers?

Maybe one day I'll come see you.

Try having this talk again.

That you hoping
to get your balls back?

Or truly wanting me
to regard you as a threat?

Think about what that'd mean
to your family,

you being a murderer and all.

Think about what
it'd mean for that girl.

Mr. Hays, do you want me
to feel threatened?

I'll let you find your own way back.

No way Harris would've run off.

He loved his family.

He was a wonderful father.

I'm sorry about that.

Wondering if maybe
you could speak toward

an old associate of your husband's?

Was a black man with one eye.

You ever see your husband
with someone like that?

Know who it might be?

Why are you asking?

We're trying to find a person
in connection with something else.

Description come up a few times,
we can't get a name.

You sure you never saw
a man like that?

A man like that came by the house

few weeks after Harris disappeared.

I don't like to think about it.
I was upset at the time.

He had one white eye and a scar.
He said he knew Harris.

He upset me.

Did he want something?

He asked did I know
if Harris had found the girl.

I thought maybe he meant
Harris hadn't been faithful to me.

- I ran him off.
- Tell you his name?

He introduced himself
as junius something.

He upset me. I made him leave.

Junius.

You wanna bet that's Mr. June?

Making his name junius watts, maybe?

Worth a try.

I checked with a gal
from state records

about the hoyt place.

Been held in trust by the estate.

Nobody's living there.

The old maid the other day?

She talked about
some area they couldn't go.

I wanna look at it.

Well...

I guess
you're lead detective now, lieutenant.

Goddamn right I am.

Warren: You couldn't help yourself,
could you?

Sir?

"Purcell investigation
brought to false conclusion.

"Sources say case far from solved."

And what sources, detective hays,
could this headline be alluding to?

I didn't know...

We're looking at suing
your little girlfriend.

I haven't read the papers.

"An anonymous source
in the investigation

"insists that there are
a number of clues

"and suspicious facts
in the purcell case

"that are being ignored
in favor of a hasty conviction

"of the west finger shooter."

Your man here, he suggested
you got taken advantage.

Like you're too pussy-struck
to have known what she was doing.

Kindt: We think you owe the department
your own op-ed.

You're gonna write a statement
explaining that fragments of hearsay

were used without your consent,

the facts were misrepresented,

that the woman who wrote this
did so without your cooperation.

I'm not much of a writer.

Warren:
Well, we'll write it for you.

All you gotta do is sign.

- Purple, think about it...
- Say "thank you," Wayne.

Just make it right, man.

You got carried away.
Walk it back now.

If I don't?

D company needs
a new public information officer.

Administration.

You'll never work
another major crimes investigation.

Or you could just quit.

Roland: You are one lucky mother.

You know how hard I had to work,
get them to give you another shot?

- Appreciate it.
- Roland: Yeah.

Hey, listen to me.

You don't ever do any kind of shit
like this to me again.

I can't figure what you were thinking.

Hey.

What the hell are you doing?

You heard them. I'm done.

What?

I get them to give you a pass,
and you're quittin'?

- Oh, I'm not quitting.
- You can't.

This is pride, Wayne,
and it's fucking you up.

Take a breath, count to 10,
and sign their goddamn paper.

Public information?

You hate the public.
You're a detective.

You don't do shit like this.

Anything anybody
might've said about you...

- What'd they say about me?
- That you're a professional.

I mean, they used to say that.

Got away from me, man.
I was pissed off.

Didn't really think it through.

It's not like me, you're right.

Okay. All right, there we go.

I mean, you just sign their statement,
and let's you and me move on.

Except then, I'd be burning her.

Calling her a liar.

She didn't really do nothing wrong.

She didn't lie,

and I'm not saying she did.

So what? This is your job. Our job.

You're my partner.

That's it?
You're just gonna go be a typist?

Probably a lot less bullshit.

Couple years, maybe it all blows over.

I can outlast them.

What about us?

What you talking about?

Grab a beer, go to a game.

Not like we're not
gonna see each other, man.

Suppose somebody catches us?

We're old and confused.

This is where they kept her.

This is where she ran away from.

Twenty-five years,

and we just...

All this...

All this goddamn time.

What the hell have I...

What the hell were you doing?

Thought it was the right thing.

I had a family.

Now, that must be nice.

I find you burning your clothes
in the middle of the night.

This morning you disappear
after a phone call.

If you've got somebody else,
I can take it, just say so.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's the case.

It was only ever the case.

And it's over now.

What part of the case

made you burn your suit
at 3:00 in the morning?

The bad part.

Can I get you a drink?

I'd prefer a straight answer.

I know what you'd prefer.

But supposing that answer
would be dangerous to you?

I'll take a hard truth
over a nice lie any day.

We never really established this,

'cause when we met,

I told you too much.

And then for a long time,
I wasn't really a cop.

But there are aspects of my job,

things I've seen, things I know,

it's not for sharing.

And this

wouldn't do anything but cause harm.

Maybe it's not for you to decide
what's harmful or not for me.

Except I already did.

It's something
we should decide together.

No, we shouldn't.

And that is my whole point.

I might have a problem with that,

because this morning you said
you'd tell me everything.

That was a mistake.

And I just realized now

that I want your approval,

and sometimes I do the wrong thing
because it's what you want.

I'd like to stop that going forward.

Are we going forward?

How do we
with this big secret between us?

Maybe that's what
we're really talking about.

There's always been
this big secret between us.

And it's that you and me,

who we are together,
this marriage, our children,

it's all tied up

in a dead boy and a missing girl.

I'll take that drink now.

Bud and a shot of Jack.

- You got a problem, little man?
- No. No.

No, sir. No problem here.

Then put your fucking eyes
somewhere else.

What it is,

I'm just a fan of romance.

May I ask you a question?

She look like that
before you rode across country?

What the fuck did you say,
you little midget?

See, I always wondered,

all these butt-faced
human pieces of garbage

out there walking the earth,

who's making them?

I mean, what kind
of Frankenstein monsters

are out there copulating

to create all these hunks-of-shit
people in the world?

Then I come in this bar,

and here's you two,
giving me the answer

I've been looking for
my whole fucking life.

You done bucking, cowboy?

Thank god it was you hit me,

instead of that woolly mammoth
you're fucking.

Last night, listening just now,

I've wondered,
maybe we don't really know each other.

Because you're right,

what you said about us
and the purcell kids.

We never really talked about it
in that way.

What it meant for us.

But it's 10 years later.

You write the story,
you get past the start,

it's important to know
how you want it to end.

You were pregnant yesterday,

and now Henry's nine.

I blink, he'll be out the house.

If we get there, I don't wanna wonder
how it all happened.

I don't think one date night a month
is gonna get us where we need to be.

I'm writing this sequel,
you're on major crimes.

They tanked the case again.

Same as '80.

I ought to quit.

I've thought you should quit
for 10 years.

-Why? _llwhy? Ll

why wouldn't I want you to quit?

I don't think you realize this, Wayne,

you could've been good
at just about anything.

But what you think you are,
it made you stuck.

I never went to college.

Or California.

I listened to my ma.

I was in the army, then pd.

Maybe I got too good
at doing what I was told.

I always think about why
you said you joined the army.

Didn't have money for school,
or no job...

No, you told me,

you said you figured that if you died,

That your mom would be rich,

because the government
would give her $10,000,

and that's why you ended up joining.

I think we both...

We want something,
we get real single-minded.

This new thing,

that's not why you write.

It's all the work I've done,
I don't wanna see it wasted...

But it's not you.

You wanna write your real book,
write it.

It'll be great.

I probably won't read it,
but it'll be beautiful.

And I think that...

I think maybe I should quit.

You should, too.

I walk away, you walk away.

And let's put this thing down.
It's not ours.

And like you said,
we're past the beginning.

You could really quit?

We'll both, together.

You go and write the books
you wanna write, and I'm gonna...

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

But the smartest person I know

told me I'd be good
at almost anything.

Get outta here.

What...

Come here, buddy.

Roland:
Old gall knew still works at the dmv

helped us out with an address.

Junius watts.

Watts: Here, chick, chick, chick.

Might be less crazy than I thought.

Don't get carried away.

Watts:
Here, chick, chick, chick.

Here, chick, chick.

Watts: Hmm.

I been waiting on you all.

Since the night you saw my car.

Probably shouldn't'a drove off,

but you had that baseball bat.

Y'all here to kill me?

Walk back in the house.

This is you.

Usually if pd or state
want a statement,

they'll just drop it by.

If we get an information request,
then we'll just connect it to you.

You all set, hon?

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

Watts: I worked with Mr. Hoyt
on his first chicken farm.

Been there since he started.

Lost the eye in a line accident,
one of the hooks.

That ain't the part of your history
we interested in.

I was saying.

After he expands,

he moves me to his place,

I start managing
his household for him.

Him and miss Ellen, they had Isabel.

Miss Ellen got sick.

I helped him raise his daughter.

Isabel. She was a delight.

She go to university
and meets a young man,

and they have
a little baby girl. Mary.

They was happy. Mr. Hoyt, he happy.

Then there was the accident.

Her husband and her daughter
skidded off a mountain

on their way to meet her
at bull shoals.

She gets very, very sad.
Worse than sad.

Won't talk, won't leave the house.

Has to take medicine. Lithium.

This little girl I helped raise
was so sad she can't talk.

Mr. Hoyt, he can't stand
seeing her this way,

so he starts traveling again.

Then one night, she snuck off from me.

Took her car and smashed it all up.

This patrolman, Harris James,
he help us keep it quiet.

And for the first time
in almost three years,

something stirs her.

Employee picnic, '79.

She sees this family there
with this little girl, and...

-Maryl -...She runs out

and tries to grab her.

Hmm.

Miss Isabel, she keep talking
about that girl she saw.

Saying she's just like Mary.

Says she wanna see her again.

So, I take the mother Lucy aside,
back when she worked on the line,

and I talked to her
about maybe letting miss Isabel

play with her daughter a bit.

She was good with that?

Well, she say okay,
but she want money.

And she wanted
the little girl's brother along,

keep an eye on her.

And that was okay.

Well, for a little while we meet them,
a little spot in the woods,

and we just played.

And miss Isabel,
she get back to being her old self.

Except what?

Well, we had an idea.

Miss Isabel wanna adopt the girl.

She have a better life, we thought,

and, well, the father, we'd just
have to figure something out,

But miss Isabel, she confused.

She'd stopped taking her medicine,
I didn't know.

She'd been calling the girl "Mary"
since we arrive.

I heard it. I oughta knowed
something was too wrong.

Well, we's playing hide-and-seek,

- and will was off looking for us.
- Willl

will: Julie!

Watts: I guess miss Isabel
had other plans.

We have to go home.

No. Mary...

Watts: I told the girl
her brother okay.

He just bump his head, that's all,

and he'd wake up soon.

But she said we can't leave him there.

And she can't calm down.

So, I brought him up to the cave.

It was just...
Just a bad accident.

Mr. Hoyt, he don't know none of this,
'cause he on safari.

So, I call the man Harris James,
he help us out before.

When that woodard man went crazy,

Harris brought that boy's backpack
up to his place, and the girl's shirt.

What about the mother?

Lucy.

Watts: Harris talked to her.

Explained things, the accident.

Offered her a lot of money.

Showed her the best thing
was for her to take it

and let miss Isabel have Julie,
just like we talked about.

Only, it just happened this way.

The little one, Julie.

Time we get home,
she calm with everything, no trouble.

She happy to be there.

I mean, we seen the girl is happy.
She is.

Isabel: How's the castle?

Watts: And for a time, it was working.
Couple of years.

Julie: Good.

Watts: The little one,
she thinks she's Isabel's daughter,

'cause Isabel's
been telling her stories.

I'm just trying to take care of them
best/can.

I swear, the little one was happy.
I thought she was happy.

I didn't realize till later
what'd been going on.

She'd been feeding that little girl
lithium since she was 10.

That was why the girl
didn't have no problems

once we left devil's den.

Must've started then.

That's why she wasn't sure
about her own history.

She'd been drugged half her life.

Told some fucked-up fairy tale
by this woman.

And miss Isabel
was getting sicker and sicker.

The girl is getting
more and more confused.

Then she growed up.
She wants to leave.

She asks questions,
her memories, her brother.

I wanna help her.

Wayne: You helped her run away.

Yeah.

I make sure that the door is unlocked
and miss Isabel was in her bath.

And I gave her a map
how to get to a place I had nearby.

But she never showed.

And I was looking for her ever since,
trying to save what I could.

That's real heroic of you,
you cyclops motherfucker.

What happened to Isabel?

After the girl run off,

she had another break.

She put on her wedding dress,

she took all her pills,

she go to sleep and never wakes up.

Did you ever find her?

'97.

I'd been passing
Julie's picture around for 10 years.

This runaway girl
tells me about this shelter

nuns in fort Smith run.

The girl says she saw Julie
working there at the convent,

and they say her name is Mary,
which I knew it must be her.

Mary July.

"Like summertime," she said.

She didn't have any ID.

She stayed for three-and-a-half years.

First getting help,
then helping others.

She'd been in bad shape
when she arrived.

She had what's known
as disassociation issues.

I believe she found a home here.

But her time outside,
things she'd done...

She had HIV, it turned out.

We took care of her in the infirmary
when she got sick.

A few months, she was gone.

I was too late.

Something she'd done
out there on her own

got her real sick.

And I told her,
I told her that I would meet her.

I drew her a map.

But she wasn't there.

It's always too late.

Whatever we do.

That's why I's sitting
outside your house.

I was just trying to get up the nerve,
trying to tell you what happened.

So, you can kill me or take me in.

I want it.

I don't wanna live with this no more.

Take me in.

We don't have the authority.

You don't wanna live with it,

fucking don't.

Y'all come back here!

Y'all punish me!

I need y'all to punish me!

Y'all punish me!

Your name was Julie purcell.

I'm sorry
I didn't do a betterjob for you.

I'm real, real sorry for that, miss.

Failure was mine.

You deserved better than this.

Better than me.

Wayne: Oh!

- Sorry, mister.
- Man: There you are.

All right, that's enough
running around, Lucy.

Why don't you go ahead
and jump in the truck.

Okay.

I'm sorry about that.

- She likes to run around.
- Wayne: No problem.

You been taking care
of the place long?

Oh, yeah. My dad started the business,

and he used to
do the convent for free.

I kept doing the same.

That's nice of you.

Y'all have a good day.

Thank you, sir. You, too.

All right, Lucy,
let's get your seat belt on.

Wayne: That's enough.

I'll get the rest tomorrow.

Yeah.

I ought to throw it out now,
but it's all hers.

Maybe we'll write a book about it.

Have to keep starting over.

We got an ending, I guess.

But I don't...

Hmm.

Do you feel like any kinda closure?

I don't.

Me neither.

Talking to your boy.

I's been wanting
to get closer to town,

and we were thinking...

How'd you feel, me crashing here
with you a few nights a week?

I guess so.

I keep a neat house, though.
Just saying.

I'll keep the dogs out back.

Hey.

Your little girl's
coming here tomorrow.

Oh. That's right. I remember.

Henry mentioned
you're all having dinner.

Invited me over.

Good. You should come.

Okay.

You be all right tonight, buddy?

I'm good, brother. I'm good.

Okay.

Hey. Tell me what we're doing.

You're not talking to me,

don't return my calls.

We're playing games now?

I don't play.

Is this about what I wrote?

You read it. You encouraged me.

What's going on with you?
What happened?

Wait right here a minute.

There's all your stuff.

That's how you say "I don't think
we should see each other anymore"?

What the hell is wrong with you?

You don't like how I am,
get out of my house.

All right, give it to me then.

I want a clear picture
of who I've been spending time with.

Clear picture is,
I don't wanna see you anymore.

And I'm not the asshole here.

You're the asshole.

- How?
- You used me.

Fucking around with me so you could
hear what the police are doing,

like you're better than me. Right?

When I landed back in the states,

some high yellow bitch like you
called me a baby killer.

- I'm sorry that happened...
- Shit, you're whiter than my partner.

Former partner.

What's the matter with you?
What happened?

I'm fucked's what happened!

Twelve years on the job,
and I'm a fucking secretary now.

So, you got in trouble.
What did they...

Is that why you're doing this?

I'm trying to pull my head out my ass,
regards to you. You...

I don't know.
Maybe you didn't mean it all the way,

maybe it just happened,
but you was working me.

Always asking questions,
always talking about the case.

That's not what I did.
You know that's not what I did.

No, I don't!

But I just about decided

that you don't know what you're
really up to most of the time, do you?

Being a good-looking woman
like you are, I mean.

People don't really expect you
to take responsibility.

You're just like a pretty bird,

flying around,
shitting on people's heads.

I don't need one of them.

I was doing real good without
no head-shitting birds in here.

You're a mean drunk.

But it's good to see
how weak you really are.

You've got a badge and a gun,

couple of other things
that you learned from watching movies.

But there's nothing here.

Hmm.

They wanted me to burn you down.

Sign a statement
saying you were lying.

That you took pieces of what you heard
and made up all that shit you wrote.

You should.

I don't want you in trouble.
I don't want anything from you, ever.

Go ahead, sign their statement.

I'm gonna be fine.

I don't need the rest.

I don't want this shit in my house!

Amelia: Among the children
who knew her,

a 10—year-old named Mike ardoin

seemed to take Julie's
disappearance hardest.

I knew Mike
to be a shy, artistic boy,

and he often played with Julie,
or at least sought out her company.

His father ran a small
lawn servicing business,

and when he spoke about Julie,

the boy's lip trembled
and his eyes flooded.

My attempts at comfort
were completely insufficient,

but I tried to let him
talk about his feelings.

He started crying.

He said he always thought
he'd marry Julie when he grew up.

"Tell me a story.

"Make it a story of great distances
and starlight."

No. Please.

Please.

Amelia: What if the ending
isn't really the ending at all?

What if Julie did find a life
at that convent?

Friendship, love.

And what if that little boy
who loved her so much,

that little boy whose daddy,
and later himself,

took care of the yard at that convent?

What if he recognized her?

"'|f you knew time as well as I do, '
said the hatter,

you wouldn't
talk about wasting it."'

Amelia: What if he knew her

even if she didn't know herself?

And what if those nuns
who cared about her,

those women who knew
she'd had a hard life,

they knew bad people
were looking for her.

What if they wanted to protect her?

Protect her how?

The only way they could.

By telling a story.

And...

And then...

Oh!

Sorry, mister.

The little girl, that was her.

Oh, my god.

What if there's another story?

What if something went unbroken?

All this life, all this loss,

what if it was really one long story
that just kept going and going

until it healed itself?

Wouldn't that be
a story worth telling?

Wouldn't that be
a story worth hearing?

Operator: Information.

I need an address
for northwest Arkansas.

Mike ardoin.

That's, um...

A-r-d-o-i-n.

Ardoin landscaping.

Just a moment.

Henry: Pop, what's up?
I was about to come get you.

Henry,

think I'm lost.

What do you mean? You on foot?

I'm in my car.

I don't know where I am.
I don't recognize it.

Dad, Becca came in,
you were coming here for dinner.

And I'm telling you,
I don't know where I am!

Hey, hey, hey,
it's gonna be all right, pop.

We'll come and get you.
Just take a beat.

Is there someone around
you can ask where you are?

You see anybody around?

Mom.

I'm sorry to bother you, miss.

I have this, um...

I'm sorry, I'm lost.

Can you just tell me where I'm at?

Oh, of course. You're in Greenland.
This is Allegra Lane.

Allegra Lane, in Greenland.

House is 1208.

Greenland?
What are you doing out there?

I don't know. I...

I was... I don't know.

All right, it's okay.
Stay at your car, dad.

We're coming to get you, all right?

Keep your phone handy.

Okay.

Thank you, son.

Yeah...

My son's coming to get me.

I have this condition.
I forget things, and...

Thank you. Thanks for your help.

Glad I was out here to help.

Would you like some water or anything
while you wait for your son?

Actually, if it truly
wouldn't be any trouble,

I'd be grateful for some water.
Throat's dry.

Lucy, will you get this man
some water, please?

Yes, ma'am.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Yeah.

Sure is.

- Oh. Thank you, miss.
- You're welcome.

Well, I'll let you get back to it.

Thank you much.

You're welcome, sir.

Hey.

- I'm sorry.
- Mmm-hmm.

It's okay.

Hey, dad.

Wayne: Hey.

It's different than I remember.

I'm surprised. It feels different.

Maybe you could stay longer.

Maybe.

Did I lose you?

No. No, dad.

How could you?

I don't know.

Seems like I'm losing
the hour and the day.

I sure missed you.

I miss you, too, dad.

I miss you right now.

I haven't... I haven't really...

I don't...

Wayne: Had this in my pocket.

I don't know...

Dad,

it's nothing.

Go play with your grandkids, pop.

Man: Sam, throw pop-pop the ball.

Wait. Okay.

Heather: Oh! He did!

Wayne: It's what you call
a slow break.

Wayne: Uh-oh.

- What?
- Wayne: Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

You doing all right?

Wayne: Yeah, yeah, man, how are you?

Still upright, baby.

Real glad to see you.

Glad to see you, too, pal.

Mr. West, this is my wife, Heather.

- Hello.
- Welcome.

Thank you, ma'am.

Boy: Come on, hurry up!

Come on!

Girl: Hurry up! You better hurry up!

Hey.

Thank you.

This what you settled on
doing with yourself?

I don't recall you mentioning time
in the armed forces.

I don't let people talk to me
the way you did.

A few women, no men at all.

- Okay.
- I want you to understand that.

You don't strike me
as tolerant of that sort of behavior.

That was the point, wasn't it?

But I'm trying to remember that
a few weeks ago your friend was shot

and you almost died.

You want a do-over?

I guess I wanna know if you meant it.

If you meant what you said.

I wanna know if you want us to stop.
That's all.

I don't know.

Wayne, what do you want?

You wanna yell at me again?
You want me to yell at you?

I'm sorry for what I said to you.

I haven't been myself.

You want me to leave?

You want me to stay?

I don't know.

You're gonna have to decide.

I'm not myself.

I don't know. I don't like this.

But I want...

I think I wanna marry you.

I didn't think that'd happen for me.

I didn't let myself...
I didn't expect this.

You.

How would you make that happen?

Guess I...

Guess I should sober up, for a start.

For a start, yeah.

I mean it.

Then let's get you home.

You can think about
how you're gonna propose.

I can think about if I'm gonna accept.

I'll do it.

Get on my knees,
with a ring and everything.

I ain't messing with you.
I don't play.

No, I know you don't.