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Hey, D'Arcy.

Look, you shouldn't be
out here either.

Too many people come out
at the same time.

The city's gonna bust
us, and then what?

Hmm?

No more gardening at night.

And you know our aquarium's
your style.

Well, I got these roses on
sale at Walmart today.

Had to get them on the
ground while the

sores cooled off, else
they're gonna wither.

Serves you right if they're withered
shopping at Walmart.

You want me to make coffee in the
morning, or are you gonna do it?

Me.

-I'll see you at 7.
-Get some sleep.

It's too hot.

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It already feels like I switched
a blow-dryer on

high and held it up to my
face for half an hour.

Well, it doesn't help that you're driving
around in the middle of sweat launch.

Hello, folks.

Today we're heading into our 88th

consecutive day of no rain
here in North Georgia.

And this is the hottest September on record,
and there's no rain in sight.

Oh, shoot, it's Space Cowboy.

Don't look, don't look, don't
look, don't look.

-What?
-He knows we're trapped.

Don't make eye contact.

Christ.

He's never late this time.

Hi, Clay.

How you doing?

Do you have a second, Percy?

I don't want to alarm you because there's
nothing to worry about yet.

But the dean's been discussing budget
cuts and layoffs again.

And we may have to pare down on
administrative assistance.

Uh-huh.

I know you were interested in a tuition
option after two years of service.

Right. Did you get your
application in?

Good.

M.A.

-in American Lit.
-B.A.

-B.A.
-I never got my degree.

Well, good for you for
finishing it now.

Oh, also, you may have to pay
in more to the health plan.

You don't have any dependents,
correct?

Nope.

So they need you to get
out there and find the

money and be all charming,
so you're totally safe.

And Jerry, you know everything there
is to know about computers.

Plus, not to be blunt, but you got
race and gender on your sleeve.

Funny how things work out sometimes.

-Shut up.
-I think it'll be fine, Doris.

Don't stress.

I mean, you could always ask Clayton
for your old job back.

-I know.
-No, no, no.

No, she was the world's
worst waitress.

No.

I'll see you after work, sweetie.

Love you.

Oh, pardon me.

Sorry.

Oh.

Oh.

-Uh.
-Are you...

Is that Kevin?

Kevin Jenkins?

Miss Baylor, how you been keepin'?

Uh.

I'm fine.

I'm sorry, Kevin.

I...

I almost didn't recognize you.

You just...

look so different.

Ah, this here is my wife, Beth.

Oh, excuse me.

I'm Darcy.

Darcy Baylor.

Kevin was friends with my son, Walker.

Well, they had some run
together, those two.

Yep.

From kindergarten all the way
through to grad school.

They were thick as thieves.

Kevin told me all about it.

Such a loss.

I can't imagine how pained...

This your first?

We've got three boys already.

This is a boy, too.

Aren't you a little young to
have that many kids, Kevin?

I'm almost 32, Miss Baylor.

We're up from Birmingham,
visiting Mama.

I run an accounting firm
down there now, so...

Will you remember me to her?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Of course.

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Here you go, Zipper.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Wanna come over?

I'm fixing a salad.

I can't.

Working late.

Steve says the funding letter's
gotta go out and I'm up to

my eyeballs trying to track down
any alum that's got money.

Hmm.

Donations are in short supply, huh?

Mostly, but I just found one prospect
who's loaded, apparently.

Wouldn't Walker friends with
some guy named Mark Wright?

Mark Wright?

Oh.

He's from New Orleans originally.

The very one.

Yeah.

He and Walker were in the
business together.

I never liked that kid.

He had weird ass energy.

Huh.

So, what can you tell me
about Mark Wright?

Oh.

No.

Walker kinda highlighted him.

I could never figure out why.

He was from some rich family.

Yeah.

He was dealing with coke all
over, not like he had to,

but nobody ever bothered him about
it cause he was a legacy.

Did you see that?

Heat, lightning, it's a big fat tease.

Not like we're getting any actual
precipitation out of it.

Anyway, Mark was always
hiring Walker to

do shit jobs, like pick

up his dry cleaning, because he knew
it was hard after the cash.

Well, you know what they say,
money begets money.

Mark Wright's worth something
like five million bucks now.

What? Made it all in this chain of
restaurants down in Louisiana.

You shaving your legs or something?

No.

What kind of restaurants?

Oh, it's ridiculous. It's
like, make your own hot

dogs, dogs the way you want
them, something like that.

Hot dogs?

Yeah.

Like ones made with all
natural ingredients?

And some of them are vegetarian?

Uh-huh.

Like tofu?

-Uh-huh.
-Is it called a doghouse?

Like-W-G?

Yeah,-W-G.

How'd you know that?

-Darth?
-Are you still there?

I gotta go.

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Last time I saw that look
on your face, it was the

night that you broke that menu
board over some guy's

head when he grabbed your ass when
you sat down at his meatloaf.

I was in the stockroom, minding my
own business, and I heard...

Crack!

Cleaning two.

Darcy, if you didn't want to see me,
what'd you come in here for?

It's good to get out of
the house sometimes.

Bird told me you were worried
about your job.

Town crier.

Are you gonna quit being
cryptic or what?

Oh

Remember when you and me and
Walker dug this bed?

I do.

He's been coming up all day today.

Some days, you know, he
do sort of services.

Some days, not at all.

When he was real little and I
barely had two pennies to

rub together, there was one thing
we would always do on

Saturdays, and that was walk up
to Ludie's and get hot dogs.

I'd get two everythings.

He'd get a chili dog, we'd both get
lemonade, and then we'd walk home.

It didn't matter what it was
like out weather-wise.

Eating our hot dogs, you know,
talking about this and that.

Even in the rain.

We considered it good luck to
eat a hot dog in the rain.

Once Walker got done with his
lemonade, he'd hold my

hand up till he was around 10
or so, and then he quit.

Well, time's gonna come when a boy eventually
lets go of his mama's hand.

When he was, uh, getting his
business plan together

for grad school, he wanted
to start a chain of

family restaurants where you could
make your own hot dog.

And I thought to myself,
I took this child to

museums and read him good
books, paid for cello

lessons, and all he's hanging
on to is the hot dog.

Well, he had his own ideas about
what he wanted to do.

He worked the whole thing out.

Real detailed, I know.

Because I typed it up for him.

I met his professor,
handed it back, and

told him that business plan
was never gonna fly.

What? Was that the professor you
stared at real hard when he

parked his Honda by the light downtown
and then, poof, his engine died?

Yeah, he was only 24.

If I could've gotten
him over that hump,

if I could've just helped him

get a little further, if he'd have made
it to 30, he would've been okay.

I know you believe that, but you just

gotta quit blaming yourself
eventually, baby.

Oh, that asshole.

Oh, yeah, that guy.

You know, he used to come
into the bar and

try and order expensive
bottles of champagne.

He knew damn well we didn't carry it.

He dropped by on his Audi
bus and rapped music and

hollered at Walker when he
was cutting your grass.

I forget all about that.

I'll wash those crumbs, Clay.

Honey, I mean, even if he stole Walker's
idea, you can't prove it.

If I can find a copy of Walker's
whole business plan, I can.

What are you gonna do?

You gonna assume he wants money?

That's not what I want.

-Why not?
-You could use it.

Maybe.

That's not what I'm after.

When Berg called me, it
was like something...

I don't know.

I don't know how to describe it.

It was like something
filled up this room.

It was pushing at the walls like they
were vibrating or something.

I felt Walker's presence
in here so strong.

I hadn't felt that way since
the night he died.

Every molecule of me was alive to it.

He was calling to me.

What else can I do except
try to answer?

Darcy Baylor.

My, what a surprise.

Hey, Sue Ann.

Your yard sure looking gorgeous.

Aren't you worried about getting
ticketed for the Sprinklers?

We aren't on water restrictions
here in the Heights.

Why don't I help you a bit, Darcy?

Well, actually, I'm looking for Kevin.

Well, he and Beth and the boys headed
back to Alabama around dawn.

I need to speak with him
about something.

Maybe you could just give
me his number, then.

Um, try Zipper.

That's not it either.

What about Interpol?

Some kind of joke?

It's the name of his favorite band.

Mm-mm.

Asimov.

What, what?

Asimov.

No, there's got to be some kind
of code you can crack.

It's encrypted.

I mean, you got to figure out
the password he would

have used to R.C., otherwise
there's nothing I can do.

Periwinkle.

Periwinkle?

Are you sure you don't have a single
hard copy of that thing anywhere?

Those aren't the kinds of
things I held on to.

-Cinnamon roll.
-Yeah.

Look, I'll cut to the chase, Clay.

Okay. I need that thing you've
been holding for me.

I'm sorry, what thing?

That bag.

From the police.

Why do you need that right now?

I just feel like maybe it's time.

Time to use what's in the bag?

It's just, I'm ready to
take it back now.

Yeah?

I don't think so.

You do know that it's my job
to protect you from you.

In fact, I could make it
my full-time vocation.

Please.

Just give it to me.

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Doc, you stop right there.

I'm calling the cops.

You're trespassing.

Sorry,-I-I...

Who are you? What are you doing here?

My name's Dorsey Baylor.

I just... I knew somebody who
used to live in this house.

Whoa.

Walker's mom?

So, when Mark moved out,
his dad let me stay on.

Figured they got so much money, forgot
they even owned the place, you know?

There's some...

accountant who pays the
taxes once a year.

It's all good.

You got some needle and thread?

I could mend that for you.

You still talk to Mark?

No, I hope we're not in touch.

Dennis, I need you to think back to

around the time that Walker died.

about how he was acting,
how Mark was acting,

what might have been going
on between those two.

Dennis.

I don't know.

There weren't any bad
vibes or anything.

I'd have picked up on it if there was.

Yeah, of course.

You know?

I mean, Walker was kind of a
mess that day, but it...

-Wait.
-What day?

Well, you know, the day, uh...

Walker came out here the day he died?

Yeah.

Well, how come none of you
boys ever told me that?

You never asked.

I mean, why are you asking now?

It's been, what, six
years or something?

Seven.

Just tell me.

Okay.

Well, I remember it was hot.

Hot and dry, like it's been lately.

Walker dragged his ass all
the way in from town.

Tried to hitch, but nobody'd
pick him up.

That's why he had the blisters.

And when Walker got here, he and Mark
went back into Mark's room.

They were doing lines.

I guess.

Come on, Dennis.

I mean, Markie always
had it, you know.

But the weird thing was,
when Walker came

out of Mark's room, he had...

Yeah.

He had a... He had a box
of bullets, it was him.

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You know, back when I was
in business school,

my professor told me my plan
wasn't gonna cut it.

A restaurant that's all
about hot dogs?

Who would go eat there?

But when I was a boy, my mama
and me would get a hot dog

at the corner store every Saturday,
just like clockwork.

Even if it was raining.

We considered that good luck, eating
a hot dog in the rain.

And I knew if I just honored
that memory,

well, sir, everything was
gonna be just fine.

Did you ever go all the way
through that site to where

Mark Wright's talking about how
he started that business?

He took every little bit of Walker.

Every last bit.

And he's on that thing
bragging about it.

Celebrating it.

That's why I'm headed to New
Orleans in the morning.

Well, I know you're not.

Oh, yes, I am. Then I'm
coming with you.

Bird.

I want you to come.

Jerry and I bought tickets for
that concert in Atlanta.

And you got that big project
due for calling.

Well, I'll stay up tonight
and finish it.

Come here.

I mean, what are you gonna do, baby?

You gonna wave that gun in his face
and tell him to apologize?

Come on.

That's just pure foolishness.

That's the last thing you
need to be doing.

You don't know what I
need to be doing.

Stop bossing me around.

Jesus Christ, that's why I broke
up with you in the first place.

-No.
-No, it's not.

No, it's not. No, it's not why you broke
up with me, and you know it.

You couldn't commit to
a man who loves you.

You couldn't commit to a man who loves
you and who asked you to marry him.

And you've been avoiding me as of
late, and why is that, Darcy?

-You know why?
-Because.

Because you're stuck.

You're stuck, and you're so goddamn
stubborn, you can't even see it.

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Look, I get why you're so upset,
why you think you gotta

go settle this thing right this
second, but think it through.

Ask for the days off.

Don't just take them.

Don't risk your job.

That's what pays the bills, right?

That's what's gonna get
you your degree.

I didn't put in my application.

What?

It was due last week.

I know that.

I know.

But I didn't put it in.

Okay.

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And I'm not gonna wait for it.

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I can't.

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Oh, Doris.

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Temperatures are gonna hit
98 by midday, but with

that nasty old heat index, it's
gonna feel more like 105.

Jesus Christ, we're not
crossing the Atlantic.

I like to have options.

I'll let her bring whatever
she damn well feels like.

Later this morning, we're gonna be talking
to local farmer Roy Johnson.

Roy spent $82,000 so far this
year just paying these

bills for an irrigation system
that still might not save

his corn and soybean crop now that
he's getting on harvest time.

No matter how much water they're throwing
at the problem, farmers

everywhere are seeing their crops just
rot where they're on the vine.

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I want you to see if what I figured
out makes sense to you.

We can just use Google Maps
on my phone, Doris.

We don't need some method of navigation
from the Mississauga curve.

No, I'd like to see the roads laid out
in front of me on one piece of paper.

Why are we going so far
west into Mississippi?

Well, look, it'd be faster if we
just stayed on the interstate

all the way down through Alabama
into Mississippi and Louisiana.

I hate those goddamn trucks.

You know, I want to do back roads.

And I got a friend who
lives in Meridian.

We can spend the night with
her, save on a motel.

Who do you know in Meridian?

Mary Lou Healy.

Married named Mary Lou Powell.

Got divorced, took back her Healy.

I grew up in Maready.

I didn't know about Maready.

You know what wordsmiths
word of the day is

Delphian kind of rhymes
with meridian, right?

It doesn't count right kind of there's
a syllabic problem Uh-huh, that

means ambiguous cryptic incomprehensible
and decipherable inexplicable.

It also means goddamn annoying

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Look, if we're going to be
stuck in this truck for a

couple of days staring at a piece
of paper and lacking any

kind of proper cooling system, then
we're going to have to talk.

And I don't just mean about
our jobs or whether you

should or should not get a new
car, which, in fact, you

should, or whether I'm an actual
lesbian or just a dabbler.

-Dabbler.
-What the hell?

I'm teasing.

But, you know, you slept with men.

Yes, at one time.

I could care less who you
do it with, Barb.

It's not about who I do it with.

Don't make light of what I have with Jerry,
because I sure as hell don't.

Is that how you think about Clayton?

My point is, you all lived
together once.

I thought you liked having
him in your house.

No, no, I did not.

It made me crazy.

You never put anything back
in the right place.

Would you like waking up with him?

I'm not catching a drift.

Hey, you got any extra sunglasses?

Oh, look in my bag.

Put that back tell me this is what
Clayton keeps behind the bar.

It is not Tell me that this
isn't the same gun it is

Now, now, listen to me, Darcy Baylor.

I'm the only one who got behind
this crazy journey of

yours, because I do understand
why you guys see it through.

If somebody's wrong to you or somebody
you love, you're going to

get up in that person's face till they
yield your indomitable will.

That's not the way I tend
to do things, or

even the way I'd want to
do things if I could.

But I do respect you for it.

All right.

So I'm here for moral
support, not having

any idea what's going to
lie at the end of this.

But I'm not accompanying you on
some mission of violence.

Who said anything about
a mission of violence?

Jesus Christ, Bird, you're so
melodramatic sometimes.

Why do you need to bring a gun if
you don't plan on using it?

I didn't say I don't plan on using it.

I'm asking you about your intentions.

My intention is to make Birmingham
by lunchtime.

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I'm sorry, Miss Baylor.

I did fully intend to get back to you.

There was no need for you to come all

the way down here to my
place of business.

I just wanted to talk-to-face.

That's all, Kevin.

I don't know why you wouldn't drug
Miss Ridd along with you.

Right.

So, uh...

can you tell me what is it you think I
can help you with regarding Walker?

So, this was taken just a little
bit before Walker died, right?

I think so, yeah.

Okay, so obviously you and
Walker, Mark, right?

Dennis and...

and who's that?

Oh, that's Buford.

Buford LaPierre.

Who? He got a full ride to the ag school
on account of being a Cajun.

He was renting out the back room.

We didn't know him so well.

So, Dennis told me that Walker came
out there the day he died.

Were you around, too?

Yes, ma'am, I was.

And Dennis told me that Walker left
that house with a box of bullets.

Remember that?

-No.
-Dennis says Mark gave them to him.

And why in the world
would Mark do that?

So he could take Walker's business
plan and run away with it, maybe?

Far as I know, Mark's made his
money fair and square.

I mean, look, even if Walker
came up with an idea,

it doesn't mean he could have
implemented it, right?

It's not like he copyrighted it.

Are you even serious?

All I'm saying is it takes
a certain drive, a

certain vision to take an idea
and make it succeed.

And while Mark didn't...

Oh, I'd stop right there
if I were you.

Kevin Jenkins, I can't believe you
came to my house for sleepovers.

More times than I can count.

All through high school.

And me cooking pancake breakfasts.

You could play guitars real loud.

After you let Walker quit violin.

It was cello.

Point is, it was more of a free
atmosphere for you boys.

You could have a little fun.

Unlike at your mama's house
up in the heights.

At least my mama wasn't having
parties and dancing

around in the garden and refusing
to put in a shower.

Walker had to take a bath in
a damn tub all the time.

Clawfoot!

Stall showers are ugly.

He wanted things to be normal.

Normal's overrated.

He wanted a normal mom.

We're not here to talk about
your idea of normal, Kevin.

Imagine if this happened
to one of your boys.

My boys are being raised in a stable,
loving, two-parent home.

Yeah, that always works out great.

Try to imagine if something
did happen.

Look,

Buford Lapierre was in the room
with Walker and Mark.

As far as I know he moved back
home after graduation.

Maybe you could find him Not
Buford like the city

Buford-R-D Yeah, LaPierre's
the last name spelled like

it sounds it should be in the alumni
records for that year.

Thanks, baby She looked it up

Yep.

Yep.

Uh, near Simone City on
the Atchafalaya River.

Simone City.

Uh-huh.

Uh, Jerry said she got a
present for you, darls.

Oh, is it Clayton's balls
on a platter?

Quit ragging on him.

You'll be lucky if he ever
speaks to you again.

She just needs a snail mail address
she can over-knot it.

Last time I was in Meridian...

When my parents died, Walker was six.

They died a month apart, two
funerals, boom, boom.

Sold the house and contents, kept the
kitchen table, that was that.

So, it was like one of those stories
where a married couple

loves each other so much they couldn't
bear to be separated in death?

Nope.

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Stop it!

Stop it!

Oh, my Lord, don't go there.

Do not even go there!

Oh.

You want another glass of wine?

No, I'm all right.

A bird's a beer drinker.

Well, I haven't had beer in my fridge

since I got Ray freakin'
Powell out of my lap.

Mr. Social Tourette.

He could not keep from saying
inappropriate things

at group gatherings in this
really loud voice, like

he had no idea people were standing
inches away from him.

Hey, so what's the story with Chuck?

Is he really checking into rehab?

And so on and so forth.

Oh, my.

What an asshole.

I

hate that smell in my furniture.

Only out on the balcony.

And if you do go out,
close the slider.

I like my condo as cold as a popsicle.

It hurts me that you smoke honey.

It hurts me not to smoke.

Hey, Wes is back in town, you know.

No, I did not.

No. Well, I thought Tommy
would have told you.

I don't speak to Tommy.

Well, I thought you and Tommy would
have patched things up by now.

I don't speak to a single
person from that family.

Not one of those Sanfords came
to Walker's service.

Well, maybe they were looking to gather
in a cemetery with a headstone.

Maybe they didn't want
to hear you reading

some complicated poem out
loud at a memorial.

It was Keat.

Well, whatever.

It was poetry.

Where's Wes at?

-Jesus.
-I don't want to run into him.

I might have to kill him.

She's got a gun in her truck.

She's a figure of speech.

Oh, Darcy, really?

Look, Macy brought Wes
back to Meridian a

couple months ago, and he's
not doing so hot.

He's over at the Oak Hill home.

What?

That's for old people.

Well, he's 14 years older
than you, right?

Do the math.

Math's not her strong suit.

Well, I know that, sugar.

We went to elementary school together.

Wes is pushing 70.

God damn it.

I thought you should know.

I mean, maybe you wish he was dead,
but you still share a history.

So, you girls are heading on
to New Orleans tomorrow.

After breakfast, yeah.

And then what, Darcy?

You're just gonna walk into
this guy's office

and tell him that you know
he took Walker's concept?

And what do you suppose he's
gonna say to that?

I just need to be in the same room
with him, look him in the eye.

Then I'll figure it out.

I've never been much of a planner.

I understand you want to make things right
for Walker, for Walker's sake.

You don't think my blood
boils every time I

think of someone causing that
precious child any pain?

Remember when he was two and we
took him to see the ducks?

Quack, quack.

Wes was a nasty drunk.

He was beatin' on her all the time.

Well, half the time, she walked around
lookin' like a goddamn raccoon.

So one night, Darcy just picked up Walker
and some clothes and took off.

Never looked back.

Changed her name back to Baylor,
got Walker's name changed to

Baylor, and then just, well, cut the
Sanford right out of her life.

It's not like I had a choice.

Mom and Daddy told me point
blank I couldn't

come home, that I had a husband,
and that was that.

Well, they took off for
Wes, it's true.

They just didn't know any better.

Really?

Didn't know better than
to refuse to give

their daughter and grandbaby
a damn penny?

You know Wes never paid
any child support.

Only time he called was when
he was all lit up, cryin'

about missin' his boy, and then cryin'
cause that boy was dead.

Well, he felt bad about it.

Says you.

No, Wes is not always a monster.

-Is.
-So Wes is always a monster.

Your parents were monsters.

Everybody, whoever did you
any wrong is a monster.

That's right. Oh, poor, poor,
pitiful daughter.

Shut up, Emma.

Hey!

You okay?

Yeah.

Darcy?

Darce?

Oh, my God.

Wesh.

Gosh,

it's me, Darcy.

Okay with you, if I should in?

What?

I don't know if you can understand
a word I'm about

to say, but I came here to talk
to you about our boy.

You recognize this?

He said it was part of his legacy.

It's part of his legacy, all right.

Remember?

You gave it to him, and
the day he was born.

That was your...

idea of a baby present, I guess.

I was thinking about it, standing out
on Mary Lou's balcony last night.

I can't even explain to you what
it was like watching that baby

shoot right out from between my legs when
he'd been inside me for so long.

And he was there.

When they put him in
my arms, wrapped up

so tight, and I thought,
oh, look at you.

You're a dreamer.

You're my beanie boy.

How the world doesn't knock
that sweetness out of you.

When I walked into the house
that night and saw a

sneaker sitting by the back door,
I called out his name.

I figured...

It was too hot in that apartment.

He'd come home to cool off.

He'd been so anxious, so goddamn
anxious all the time.

I walked back to check on him.

I walked into his room.

Oh

You hear those birds?

Do you?

Do you?

Do you?

Do you hear them?

Look at that wet.

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-Hey.
-Hey, you're back.

I just, um, stepped out for
a little cup of coffee.

This came for you.

It's from Jerry.

But, so Mr. Wright's not available
until tomorrow morning.

You sure there's nothing later today?

Darcy, I gotta get back.

-I can't stay away that long.
-Shh.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, of course.

He's only got one spot free tomorrow.

Can't do that.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, well, I'm in Meridian, but
I have contacts in Jackson and

Hattiesburg, and we would just love to
get a Mississippi franchise going.

Great.

1130?

Yes, my name is Addie Bundren.

Yes, I will see you then.

Where in the hell did you get
that crazy name from?

Faulkner.

Relax that smart thing, baby.

Why do you always ask
me to be specific?

You know that's not how I operate.

Oh, I think you're very
specific, Darcy.

You just don't like to
admit that you are.

It goes against the image
you like to promote.

And what's that?

Free spirit.

I do consider myself something
of a free spirit.

Nothing about your spirit is free.

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Well, you just have to trust
me that it was present.

You know, I'm not the type
of person you should be.

No, of course I understand.

Well, I've been a real part
of that relationship.

See you back in the office.

Want me to wrap that up?

Oh, yeah. I'd like to finish
my food, if you don't mind.

That he was going to have
to bring in another

assistant to fix it, and that
I know full well what

the situation is, and do I want
to hang on to my job or not?

Well, do you?

Of course I do.

What about your application?

What about it?

I talked to Jerry. She says if you finish
it up by Friday, she can sneak it in.

You just got to finish it.

I thought you wanted to make
something more of yourself.

That's what you've been saying to me
for God knows how many years now.

So why don't you sit there
and just throw up

your hands and let this opportunity
pass you by.

You can still fix it.

Just turn around.

And not go find Beaufort LaPierre?

We're only about 25 miles away.

Are you suggesting I skip going
to New Orleans altogether?

What the hell did we come
all this way for then?

A couple days ago, the Army Corps
of Engineers opened up

the spillway to take some of the
pressure off the Mississippi.

They diverted the excess water right
into the Chappell-Iron River.

Yeah, and that means that the low-lying
towns, they just flood out.

Well, our neighbors in the north,
Mississippi, Georgia,

Alabama, the Carolinas, and beyond,
only getting a drop of rain.

But down here in Louisiana,
the lower-lying

parishes, the water's rising
real fast, folks.

So I need to ask you, what
would you take from

home if somebody gave you just
30 minutes to evacuate?

Hey!

How do I go about gettin'
on that road?

Where y'all headed?

Simone City.

Well, no, you can't go
down there, ma'am.

The whole damn parish is flooded out.

But I got somebody I gotta meet.

Well, you got to turn around and
go back the way you come.

Take a left down at the
end of this road.

Uh-huh. Then follow it all the
way down to the ends again.

Then ask somebody where the
St. Luke Church is.

-All right.
-All right, then.

-Yeah?
-Thanks a lot.

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Thank you for blocking the air!

Any of y'all know of Buford LaPierre?

Y'all know when you can
get some shelter?

The church's full up.

They say they're gonna
bust us somewhere.

Buford LaPierre!

Who wants him?

He told me my grandpa was coming on the
next bus, but we ain't seen him.

Look, my baby's hungry.

My wife's trying to get
her asthma meds.

What I'm trying to say to
you is that right now, I

can't be bothering him about
something out of the past.

Ain't no concern of mine.

I know.

It's just, I drove all this way to
speak with you, so I'm just,

I'm asking you kindly if you recollect
anything about my boy.

I recollect what matters to me.

No.

Please wait.

Try to remember how he
happened to walk out

of that room with a box of
bullets in his hand.

We were partying that night.

I mean, what can I say about that?

I'm straight-edged, and I don't know
what I'm gonna do with that stuff.

I don't even like to think about it.

I will say I never liked
that guy Mark.

Real superior.

I didn't like it that
his daddy bought him

that house and I had to pay
rent on it, neither.

It was like that guy Mark saw
a weakness in your boy.

Saw he was hurting in some sense.

I had so much money, I never could

figure out why he wouldn't
just lend him some.

Wait, Mark was trying to borrow money?

Yeah, so he could graduate.

He didn't think he was gonna make it.

It was like a cat playing with a mouse,
poking at the bleeding spots,

saying stuff like, seems like you're
in a lot of pain, you're gonna

be in pain, and sometimes a tunnel is
just a tunnel, that kind of shit.

I thought it was just the drugs
talking, but later I

figured that that guy saw some
kind of door opening up.

Just got to walk out of the way,
he could step right through it.

That's when he drove Walker back
to town later that night.

Wait.

Mark Wright drove Walker to my house?

None of the rest of us had cars.

Look, I don't like to say it, but why'd
anybody do that to his own mom?

You know, a house and all.

Hey!

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Cleanup is well underway
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this evening, as localized floodwaters
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Hey. Hey, babe.

Crank that AC up higher,
would you, Bert?

Hang on a sec.

Okay.

Getting crazy by the minute.

What else is new?

No, of course.

I can't.

I can hear you, goddammit!

Why would you like to sit out here
instead of staying inside of

this cool room to give you some

privacy How's Jerry ticked off edge?

I'll take you both out to the chatterbox
for dinner when we get back to my tree

You know, today, when I was
talking to Buford, I

was trying to get him to remember
something about

Walker, and it put me back into
that room that night.

I...

I started remembering his toes.

They were all curled up, and
I was standing at the

foot of his bed trying to straighten
them out, and they...

they would not straighten.

I guess I stood there for
a long time, but...

Maybe it was only a couple of minutes.

The way he was laying there in all the

blood and-and me looking
for a note in there.

Wanting a note

and... One side of his briefs were kind
of pulled down and I could see...

his birthmark, that-that
weird brown mark.

It was shaped like a smile.

Huh?

No.

You said his birthmark was
shaped like a smile.

That was...

In a real private area of his body.

How would you know that?

Well, I saw him change when we
went swimming at the shoals.

That's it.

What else could it be?

I don't know, birdie bird.

You tell me.

Nothing to do.

Bye.

Okay, okay, okay.

There was this period of time...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

It wasn't like he was a kid.

-He was 23.
-So that made you what?

-How old?
-I don't know.

32, I guess.

Look, I didn't know how to talk to
you about it when it happened.

Then Walker passed, and now I
never wanted to tell you.

I knew you'd blow your stack.

So this is about how I'd react?

Jesus Christ, Bird.

You've been in that truck with me for
how many hours and didn't think...

Oh, now I get it.

Now I get it.

You were just coming along for the
ride because you were atoning.

No. No. What the hell would I
need to atone for, Darcy?

Isn't it obvious?

No. No, it is not.

Here's some news for you.

Other people cared about Walker, too,
and they had their own reasons.

Not everything has to do with you.

Excuse me?

You don't think I had to ask myself
some questions when Walker died?

I didn't even realize how much
he was keeping from me.

He talked to me about the stars and the
moon and theories of the universe.

For God's sake, do you know
how many times I had to

ask myself why he didn't come
over and see me that night?

I was right across the street.

No, you were not.

When I called you, you were
at your sister's.

That was a whole day later.

So, how did it...

How'd it get started?

I don't want to get into that.

-I'm sorry.
-I got to know.

Well, not that I think
you have any right

to this information, but
look, I was lonely.

Walker was lonely, too.

He was starting to get those
mood swings, and I

think maybe at first, he just
needed the company.

And you were all caught up
with Clay, in case you

forgot, and you didn't really
want Walker around too much.

Also, in case you forgot.

So what, I wasn't supposed
to have a boyfriend?

And Walker wasn't supposed to have
his own life, his own feelings?

He wasn't carved out of stone in
your mirror image, you know?

We were like two peas in a pod.

That's exactly what I'm
talking about, Dorsey!

It's like the way you see the world's
the only way to see it.

It's like some cardinal truth.

But that's just the story you've
been telling yourself.

That doesn't mean that's
how it actually was.

I was there.

Sometimes, Walker hated your guts,
just like any kid does.

Uh, sometimes he tried to make himself
as different from you as he could.

Is it any surprise this apartment
only had brand-new stuff in it?

Nothing old or remotely antique?

Is it any surprise he voted
Republican twice?

So, what you're telling me
is I was a shitty mother.

No, just say it, then.

Say, I was shitty and selfish,
and I let my son slip

through my fingers, and I didn't
see a goddamn thing

that was going on with him when
he was staring me in the face.

Darcy, he was depressed.

I know that.

I know.

What kind of mother doesn't
grasp that?

And doesn't try to fix it?

-You tried.
-You couldn't fix it.

But what you're telling me is that
I didn't see Walker as he was.

So, what was I seeing, then?

You saw the parts of him you wanted
to see, just like we all do.

You saw the parts of him that reflected
the right way on you.

I'm just trying to figure out some things
about my boy and how he died.

Enough time passes, and nobody's even
gonna remember Walker anymore.

That's not true. Well, it
sure feels that way.

And I'm sorry if I'm not evolving
the way you think I

should be, or Clay thinks I should
be, or Jerry thinks I should...

Does she know what matters?

Great.

Just great.

And she still doesn't think
you're a dabbler?

She loves me, Diane.

Do you know why I came on this
trip with you, Darcy?

It's not because I think you need
some showdown with Mark Wright.

No, I came with you because I want
to see you find a way to

come back and live in this world again
before you let this kill you.

You're one of the most amazing
people I know.

You're so tough and so funny
and so damn smart.

You showed me lots of ways
to think about how to be

a woman in this world, and
most of the time, there's

nobody I'd rather talk to, and
that's including Jerry.

But you can't ask everybody to keep

standing by and watch you put
yourself through this.

Everybody who loves you
deserves better.

I know I do.

I had a really good time with Walker.

I cared for him a whole lot.

He was special.

He was fragile.

He was here, and then he was gone.

All I can say is that the small piece
of life that was about him

and me really got lived and that's
a lot Sometimes that's all we got

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How could it have gone out already?

It was only a couple of hours ago.

It was right under my pillow.

Those papers!

I need those papers!

Now what, Darcy?

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Excuse me, ma'am, may I help you?

I'm, uh, here to see Mark Wright.

Eddie Bundren.

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Um, what is this here at the bottom?

Oh, that's just the standard clause
acknowledging that the

doghouse and its franchises are the
exclusive property of Mr. Wright.

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Exactly. Look, you got a
whole lawn right there.

Let them know you mean business.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, you got it.

Oh, look, I got to fly.

I'll catch you on the
flip side, buddy.

I'm so sorry, Miss Bundren.

Come on, please take a seat.

It's been a busy day for us here, but
I did want to make time to see you.

I've had my eye on Mississippi
for a while now.

So, uh, you already running restaurants
down there, or...

I'm sorry, you want to sit down?

So, why do you want to put Mississippi
in the doghouse?

Well, it seems like everybody likes
a family restaurant, right?

It's a business you can't
go wrong with.

I mean, no matter what
the economy's like,

parents always want to take
their kids out to eat.

That's the truth.

That's the truth. You could ask
my wife, Heather, about that.

She says the wife just
needs to take a break

every so often from putting
dinner on the table.

All right, so tell me, what
are you picturing?

Miss Bundren, you want
to start out with

a one-dog house and build
them up, or...

Well, that's the way to grow
a business, right?

I heard you got your start by selling
T-shirts at rock shows.

Yeah, somebody's been
doing the homework.

Well, you know, it's all
there on the website.

I'm just curious, where'd
you get that idea from?

It just seemed like a natural way to generate
some capital, get things moving.

What band did you make shirts for?

Who is interviewing who here, huh?

Oh, right.

Oh, sorry.

So, in terms of setting up a franchise,
would you say that parents

are looking for a place that's bright
and clean for the kids, a

place where their needs are taken
into account, and then you need

to make sure the chain gives back into
the community to build a brand?

Yeah.

I guess you can find out just about anything
on the Internet these days.

That sounds a lot like
my business plan.

Except it's not your business plan.

Pardon me?

It's from a business plan, all right.

But it's not yours.

I'm sorry, I'm not sure what
you're getting at, miss.

Baylor, actually.

Darcy Baylor.

Guess I wasn't important enough
for you to remember, but you

met me a bunch of times back when
you and Walker were friends.

I'm sorry, I did know a Walker
Baylor back in school, but...

Looks like you're still doing coke.

A whole lot of coke.

Am I right?

I'm calling the cops.

You really want to mix
them up in this?

I'm sorry, ma'am. Not to be rude,
but take a look at yourself.

And take a look at me.

Who do you think they're
gonna believe?

I am Darcy Baylor and
I am Walker Baylor's

mother and you are not to
diminish or belittle us.

Do you understand me?

How much do you want?

Come again?

How much money do you want?

You think I'm here for your money?

Don't insult me.

I want you to tell me what
happened the day

Walker died what the hell

happened Every damn detail.

I need you to tell me why why
what why he killed himself?

why I Don't know why did you know what his
last hours on this planet were like?

That's what you need to tell
me about right now.

I mean now

Oh, this is crazy.

This is crazy.

I guess.

Walker was, he was so
goddamn bummed out.

What was he bummed out about?

Stuff, just...

I had a daddy what means.

I couldn't possibly know what
he was talking about.

I was probably gonna graduate on time,
he probably wasn't gonna make it.

And then, what kind of job was
he gonna be able to get?

Could he ever get married?

Have a family of his own?

Stuff like that.

And I was like, look, man, if life is that
tough, do us all a favor, all right?

And put yourself out of your misery,
because you're bringing us down.

Stuff like that I was
just messing with.

I don't know.

And then we all went upstairs and I
guess I fell asleep because when I

woke up it was real late And just me
and Walker in a room at that point

He was sitting over by the window
in a rocking chair.

Real quiet, just rocking back and
forth, looking out the window.

And he asked me if I'd give
him a ride back into town.

I was still pretty messed up by
then, but I said alright.

That's what I did.

I'm curious.

Since you were the last
one to see him alive.

What did he say to you when you dropped
him off at my doorstep?

It was a long time ago.

Honestly, I don't recall.

It was just a night like
any other night for me.

Did you ask him?

What was on his mind?

Because I'm guessing it was pretty
obvious he was upset.

It was obvious he needed
somebody to talk to.

I was at work that night.

I didn't get home till
it was nearly dawn,

so did he say anything about
me by any chance?

I don't think so.

I mean, come on.

Guys that age, we don't
talk about our moms.

You know what I mean?

Why'd you give him the bullets?

What?

The bullets.

All these years I've been trying
to figure it out, and

there was that one missing piece,
but now it all makes sense.

Walker says he's given
up on his dreams.

Y'all get all lit up.

You go in your room.

You give him the bullets.

No.

Oh, no. No, ma'am.

Then you drove Walker
back to my house.

Let him go in, shoot himself.

And you got to take away
his business plan.

Perfect, right?

No, ma'am. Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow it down now.

He stole everything from my child.

I swear, ma'am.

I swear.

-I never...
-No, no, no, Tubi.

I swear on my daughter Bella's life,
I never gave Walker any bullets.

Dennis.

Remember Dennis?

Oh, my God. Please don't shoot me.

He told me he saw a box of bullets in

Walker's hand when he came
out of your room.

I had guns and ammo lying
all over the place.

I didn't even keep my
bullets in a box.

What about Buford?

Buford said you saw a door open up
and you walked right through it.

You took Walker's plane.
My daddy told me I had

to come out of school with
something to show for it.

After Walker passed, I guess
I figured, I guess, I

mean, I knew Daddy could get
behind a restaurant chain.

I could make it fly, so...

So?

You took Walker's plan to stay out
of trouble with your daddy.

Then why'd you go and try and
turn yourself into Walker?

Gettin' a dog like his?

Takin' his memories,
stealin' his ideas?

Why?

Didn't you have any memories
of your own?

I didn't have any stories that good.

I didn't have what he had
back at that time.

I didn't have anything that
seemed like it would work.

I remember thinking, I wish my mom and
me could be like you two were.

It's funny, because he thought
I had everything.

At the end of the day...

No, no, Michael, please,
please, please.

What did it feel like for him?

In that moment?

Stop.

Cold.

Scary.

-And then...
-Black.

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You know, it's funny.

Sometimes I'll be going
down the sidewalk

not thinking about anything
in particular and...

I'll feel your hand slidin' into mine.

Even though I know it's not fair.

Even though I know it's
never gonna be there.

I can't tell you what I would give
to hold your hand again.

My baby boy.

Glad to see you made it home okay.

Judging from your shirt, looks
like you still got a job.

I do.

And you can tell Jerry, she can
start working her magic.

You got it in?

Tell her yourself, she'll
be out here in a sec.

Well, you must be sick of driving.

I mean, you could still shock the
known world and be practical

and change your application in pre-law
or something like that.

No, I started out studying
literature, and even if I

never do a damn thing with it,
I know it's gonna improve me.

Just the way I see things
and think about things.

Spending some time on some
really good sentences.

It's, well, I think it's expensive.

Why the hell has he changed
his patterns?

The whole world's turned upside
down when Clayton

Watson keeps stepping out on the
main street before noon.

Jesus Christ, stop the car.

You don't be late.

-Take that.
-It won't take long.

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