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A good man's dead
'cause we pushed him,

knowin' we didn't like him
for it,

seeing how he was takin' it.
We did that.

I'm thinking about Tom.
Thinking about that note.

You see him type anything?

So, you don't know nothin'?

You just makin' your money,
and milkin' they pain.

Looks like this man with one eye
gave Julie a doll in 1980.

Do you know
who these people are?

Two ghosts?

In 2012, two former
Louisiana State Police stopped

a serial killer
associated with some kind

of pedophile ring.

I think what happened
to the Purcell children

was connected.
With the cousin's help.

I think their parents
sold them off.

Hoyt. He got something
for kids.

Now it's all gone! Done!
Whatever he knew, gone!

I need to know everything.

You gotta
just trust me.

Detective Wayne Hays.

Edward Hoyt.

I got a letter this mornin'

How do you reckon it read?

Said, "Hurry, hurry,
the man you love is dead"

I got a letter this mornin'

How do you reckon it read?

It was sayin' "Hurry, hurry

The man you love is dead"

Well, i grabbed up
my suitcase

And I took off
down the road

When I got there he was
layin' on the coolin' board

Grabbed up my suitcase

And I took off
down the road

When I got there
he was layin'

d Layin' on the coolin' board

True Detective S03E08
"Now Am Found"

"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."

Tourin' backroads?

I've seen 'em 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.

Mm.

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.

I wouldn't imagine
a man like you

meets a man like me
to trade war stories.

We're both soldiers.

You understand triage.

My man Harris James.

I want to know
what happened to him.

Somethin' happen to him?

Spoke a couple days ago
up at your offices.

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

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

What'd you talk about?

Julie Purcell.

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

What'd he say about her?

Can't talk details
since it's ongoin'.

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 plant,
everywhere.

Video of Harris's car
pullin' 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 throwin' shit
in my face.

You know, sir...

I've 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.

Somethin' 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 fuckin' dark.

And, well...

I guess Harris didn't
talk enough after all.

We know about
the kids' uncle.

The phone calls
from the mother, Lucy.

Harris goin' 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 bein' 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
fuckin' shovels?

You wanna swap confessions?

Just what is it
you think I did?

That's why you bring 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 lookin'.

You heard that hotline call.

Sounds like she doesn't
want to be found.

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

is leave her in peace.

Hard walkin' away knowin'
people mean to do her harm.

Well...

if the police
ain't lookin' 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 givin'
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 fuckin' answers?!

Maybe one day I'll come see you.

Try havin' this talk again.

That you hopin'
to get your balls back?

Or truly wantin' me
to regard you as a threat?

Think about what that'd
mean to your family

you bein' 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 woulda run off.

He loved his family.

He was a wonderful father.

I'm sorry 'bout that.

Wonderin' 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 somethin' 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 somethin'?

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

I thought maybe
maybe he meant Harris

hadn't been faithful to me. I

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

He introduced himself
as Junius somethin'.

He upset me.
I made him leave.

Junius.

You wanna bet
that's Mr. June?

Makin' 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 livin' there.

So?

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.

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 lookin' at suin'
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
of the Purcell case

that are being ignored
in favor of a hasty conviction

of the West Finger shooter."

Your man here, he's suggested
you got taken advantage.

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

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,

facts were misrepresented,

that the woman who wrote this

did so without
your cooperation.

I'm not much of a writer.

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.

You are one lucky mother.

You know how hard
I had to work,

get them to give you
another shot?

- Appreciate it.
- Yeah.

- Hey, uh, 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 'em. I'm done.

What?

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

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

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

Take a breath,
count to ten,

and sign their
goddamn paper.

- No. - Public Information?

You hate the public.
You're a detective.

You don't do shit like this. Anything
anybody mighta 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.

OK. All right,
there we go.

Just sign their statement,
and let's you and me move on.

Except then...
I'd be burnin' her.

Callin' her a liar.

She didn't really
do nothin' wrong.

She didn't lie,

and I'm not sayin' 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 'em.

What about us?

What you talkin' 'bout?

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 doin'?

Thought it was
the right thing.

I had a family.

Now, that must be nice.

I find you burnin' 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, no.

It's the case.

( sighs )

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--
a drink?

I'd prefer
a straight answer.

I know what
you'd prefer.

But supposin' that answer
would be dangerous to you?

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

( sighs )

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 sharin'.

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
goin' forward.

Are we going forward?

How do we with this
big secret between us?

Maybe that's what
we're really talkin' 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 missin' girl.

( sighs )

I'll take that drink now.

( bar chatter )

( country music
playing on jukebox )

Bud and a shot of Jack.

( indistinct chatter )

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

No, sir.
No problem here.

Then put your fuckin' 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 her
cross country?

What the fuck did you say,
you little midget?

See, I always wondered,

all this butt-faced
human pieces of garbage

out there walkin' the earth--

who's makin' 'em?

I mean, what kind
of Frankenstein monsters

are out there copulatin'
to create all these

hunks-of-shit people
in the world?

Then I come in this bar,

here's you two,
givin' me the answer

I've been lookin' for
my whole fuckin' life.

( laughs )

- ( Roland groans )
- ( crowd exclaims )

Unhh! Unh.

( spits )

You done buckin', cowboy?

Thank God it was you hit me

instead of that
woolly mammoth
you're fuckin'.

( grunting )

( groans )

( groans )

( shouting, grunting )

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 ten years later.

You write a 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 and...

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 oughta quit.

I've thought you should quit
for ten years.

- Why?
- "Why?"

Why wouldn't I
want you to quit?

I don't think
you realize this, Wayne,

you could have 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,
and then PD.

Maybe I...

got too good at doin'
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...

( sighs )

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.

Uh...

I think we both...

we want somethin',
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 want to 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.

( sniffling )

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 want to 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.

( kiss )

Get outta here.

( crying )

- We're--
- ( dog whines )

( dog whimpering )

( dog whining )

Come here, buddy.

( laughs softly )

Ahh...

Roland:
Old gal I knew
still works at the DMV

helped us out with an address.

Junius Watts.

- ( chickens clucking )
- ( Watts calling chickens )

Might be less crazy
than I thought.

Don't get carried away.

Watts:
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch!

( chickens clucking )

( sighs )

I been waitin' 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.

( typewriters clacking )

( indistinct chatter )

( typewriters increase
in volume )

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're interested in.

I was sayin'.

After he expands,

he moves me to his place,

I started managin'
his household for him.

Him and Miss Ellen,
they had Isabel.

Miss Ellen got sick.

( sighs ) 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--
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
seein' her this way.

So he starts travelin' 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.

Then for the first time
in almost three years,

somethin' stirs her.

Employee picnic, '79.

She sees this family there
with this little girl,

- Mary!
- and she runs out
and tries to grab her.

Hmph. Miss Isabel,

she keep talkin'
about that girl she saw.

Sayin' 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 lettin'
Miss Isabel

play with
her daughter a bit.

She was good with that?

Well, she say OK,
but she want money.

And she wanted the little
girl's brother along,

keep an eye on her.

And that was OK.

Well, for a little while
we meet 'em,

a little spot in the woods,

and we just played.

And Miss Isabel,
she get back to bein'
her old self.

Except what?

Well, we had an idea.

Miss Isabel want
to adopt the girl.

She have a better life,
we thought, and...

well, the father,
we'd just have to
figure somethin' out.

But... eh...

Miss Isabel, she--

she confused.

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

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

I heard it. I oughta knowed
somethin' was too wrong.

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

- and Will was off
lookin' for us. - Will!

Julie!

I guess Miss Isabel
had other plans.

We have to go home.

No. Mary

I told the girl
her brother OK.

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.

We seen the girl is happy.
She is.

- Isabel: How's the castle?
- And for a time it was workin'.

- Couple years.
- Julie: Good.

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

'cause Isabel's been
tellin' her stories.

I'm just tryin' to take care
of 'em best I can.

I swear,
the little one was happy.

I thought she was happy.

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

Wayne:
She'd been feedin'
that little girl

lithium since she was ten.

That was why the girl
didn't have no problems

once we left
Devil's Den.

Musta 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 gettin'
sicker and sicker.

The girl is gettin'
more and more confused.

Then she growed up.
She wants to leave.

She asks questions
memories, her brother.

I want to help her.

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 lookin' for her
ever since.

Tryin' to save what I could.

That's real heroic of ya...

you cyclops motherfucker.

What happened to Isabel?

After the girl run off...

she had another break.

She put on
her weddin' dress...

she took all her pills...

she go to sleep

and never wakes up.

Did ya ever find her?

'Ninety-seven.

I'd been passin' Julie's
picture around for ten years.

This runaway girl
tells me about this shelter

nuns in Fort Smith run.

The girl says she saw Julie
workin' 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.

Sister Shelly:
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 sittin'
outside your house.

I was just tryin'
to get up the nerve.

Tryin' 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...

fuckin' don't.

Hey!

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 better job for ya.

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

Failure was mine.

You deserved better than this.

Better than me.

Oh!

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

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

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

OK.

I'm sorry 'bout that.
She likes to run around.

No problem.

You been takin' care
of the place long?

Oh, yeah. My dad started
the business,

and he used to do
the convent for free.

And I kept doin' 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.

That's enough.

I'll get the rest tomorrow.

Yeah.

I oughta throw it out now.

But it's all hers.

Maybe we'll write
a book about it.

Have to keep startin' over.

( laughs )

We got an ending,
I guess.

But I don't, uh...

Hmm.

Do you feel like
any kinda closure?

I don't.

Me neither.

Talkin' to your boy.

I's been wantin'
to get closer to town,

and we were thinkin', uh...

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

I guess so.

I keep a neat house, though.
I'm just sayin'.

I'll keep the dogs
out back.

Hey.

Your little girl's
comin' here tomorrow.

Oh, that's right.
I remember.

Henry mentioned
you're all havin' dinner.

Invited me over.

Good. You should come.

OK.

You be all right tonight,
buddy?

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

OK.

Hi.

Hey. Tell me what we're doing.

You're not talkin' 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.

That'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.

Me?

- How?
- You used me.

Fuckin' around with me
so you could hear what
the police are doin'.

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 fuckin' secretary now.

So you got in trouble.
What did they--

Is that why
you're doing this?

I'm tryin' 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 workin' me.

Always askin' questions,
always talkin' 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?

Bein' a good-lookin' woman
like you are, I mean.

People don't really expect you
to take responsibility.

You're just like a pretty bird,

flyin' around,
shittin' on people's heads.

I don't need one of them.

I was doin' real good without
no head-shittin' 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.

They wanted me
to burn you down.

Sign a statement
sayin' you were lyin'.

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!

( grunts )

Amelia's Voice:
"Among the children
who knew her,

a ten-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."

Amelia:
"Tell me a story.

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

No. Please.

Please.

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?

( woman speaking
in distance )

Amelia:
What if he recognized her?

"'If 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?

Information.

I need a address
for Northwest Arkansas.

Uh, Mike, uh, Ardoin.

Um, that's, um...

um...

A-R-D...

O-I-N.

Ardoin Landscaping.

Just a moment.

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

I, uh...

Henry... uh...

think I'm lost.

What do you mean?

You on foot?

Uh...

I'm in my car.

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

Dad, Becca came in,

you were comin' here
for dinner.

And I'm tellin' ya,
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, uh...

I have this, uh...

I'm sorry, uh, I'm lost.

Can you just tell me
where I'm at?

Oh, of course.
You're in Greenland.

This is Allegra Lane.

Uh...

Allegra Lane, in-in Greenland.

House at, uh... 1-2-0-8.

Greenland?
What are you doin' out there?

I don't know. I--

I was-- I don't know.

All right, it's OK.
Stay at your car, Dad.

We're comin' to get you,
all right?

Keep your phone handy.

OK.

Thank you, son.

Yeah...

my son's comin' to get me.

I, uh...

have this condition.

I forget things, and...

Thank you.
Thanks for your help.

Glad I was out here to help.

Uh, 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.

Uh...

Beautiful day,
isn't it?

Yeah.

Sure is.

Oh. Thank you, miss.

You're welcome.

Well, uh...

I-I'll let you
get back to it.

Thank you much.

You're welcome, sir.

Hey.

- I'm sorry.
- Mm-hmm.

It's OK.

Dad?

Hey, Dad!

Hey. ( laughs )

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 losin'
the hour and the day.

Oh, 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,

Eh.

It's nothin'.

Go play with
your grandkids, Pop.

- Throw Papa the ball.

Wait. OK

Becca: Oh, he did!

It's what you call
a slow break.

- You doin' all right?

Yeah, yeah, man, how are you?

Still upright, baby.

Real glad to see you.

Glad to see you too, pal.

Henry:
Mr. West,

this is my wife,
Heather.

- Hello.
- Welcome.

Oh. Thank you, ma'am.

( chatter )

Boy:
Come on, hurry up!

Come on!

( chatter continues )

( mutters )

( jazz/blues piano playing )

Thank you.

( sighs )

This what you settled
on doin' with yourself?

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

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

A few women,
no men at all.

- OK.
- I want you to understand that.

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

No.

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 want to know
if you meant it.

If you meant
what you said.

I want to know
if you want us to stop.

That's all.

I don't know.

Wayne, what do you want?

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

No.

I'm sorry for what
I said to you.

I-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, uh...

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.

And how would you
make that happen?

Guess, uh--

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 messin' with you.
I don't play.

No, I know you don't.

d I went down d

d To St. James Infirmary d

( insects chirring )

d And I saw my baby there d

d Stretched out
on a long white table, yeah d

d So sweet d

d So calm, so fair d

d Well, folks d

d This is the end
of my story d

d And if anyone
should ever ask you d

d Nnn-nnn-nnn-nnn d

d Just go on ahead
and tell them d

d That I had the St. James d

d Infirmary d

d Blues d