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I'm Wade.

Okay.

Termite Man.

Yep.

Got a follow-up with a Mrs. Talbot.

8:30 appointment.

A little early, aren't you, Wade?

It's, uh...

8:27.

Oh, shit.

Usually three minutes
either way, it's not a big deal.

Not you, Wade. Come on in. Come on.

- Quick.
- Okay.

So, uh, what do you got to do?

You just got to, like,
spray or something?

Uh, visual inspection only.
Um, follow up... 21 days.

We had bugs?

Yeah.

Let's just get to it then.

I need to get out of here
before my wife gets home.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Okay, sorry.

Shit.

This place seems popular.

It was in a book.

You mean you've never been here?

I've been meaning to.

Where do you usually eat?

From a sack.

I got a phone call out of the blue.

A phone call?

Somebody wants to buy the store.

Really?

It's Rite Aid, actually.

How do you feel about that?

It's gonna be sad. I know that.

So you've already decided?

No, but we're close to deciding...

something.

I had to park a couple of blocks away.

Maybe the line's shorter
at the restroom.

Be right back.

Mother said that, uh...

you're going to where Patsy Cline died.

Unfortunately, that's...
that's 90 miles away.

I'm going to the place
where she almost died,

which is right here in town.

Well, that's, uh...

convenient.

It's, uh, you know, somewhere to go,

something to do.

Destination gives us
direction sometimes.

I guess it does.

Listen, Daniel.

When I asked you
to leave the house that night,

I was pretty angry.

Understandable, Ted.

And, um, well...

it's not always good
to say things when you're...

I'm not saying I didn't have
the right to be angry, Daniel.

Of course not.

Anyway, uh...

I hope things can be...

you know...

Ted, you don't owe me
an explanation or an apology.

I've always greatly admired
you and, uh, still do.

And... and I'm sorry

about the troubles
I caused you and Mother.

That's, uh... that's not why...

I didn't come here seeking
an apology from you, Daniel.

I know you didn't, Ted.

I just wanted...

I don't know.

To clear the air.

Uh, yeah.

Something like that.

I appreciate you making the effort, Ted.

I really do.

No problem.

I know how you feel, buddy.

Jon, Jon, Jon.

You look good. I'll give you that.

You look better.

So, you think it means anything...

what Bobby Dean said?

I'm gonna interview him later today,

see if there's more to it.

You called him already?

On the way over here.

His mother answered.

She was... cordial.

God, who's gonna be left to hate?

There's still a few suspects.

Roland Foulkes is always a go-to.

You might want to add
Chris Nelms to that list.

Okay. Why?

He gave a deposition
about two months ago,

swearing that he, George Melton,
and Trey Willis raped Hannah.

That night 20 years ago.

Shit.

Yep.

How do you know all this?

I can't tell you.

What are you doing, Jon?

Right... right now or...?

Why are you in Paulie?

A few things were still bothering me,

so I came back to investigate.

And how does Justice Row feel
about your second

Daniel Holden post-conviction
investigation, huh?

They don't have a problem with it...

I find that hard to believe.

Because I don't work
for them any longer.

Lord God, Jon.

I'm burned out, Amantha.

I can't do this line of work anymore.

So why are you still doing it?

Don't worry. I'm almost finished.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Hardly.

I know what you're doing.

I know exactly what you're doing.

I'm sure you think you know.

You're not angling to file an IAC?

Considering it.

And what would warrant that?

A few possibilities.

Name one in particular.

I was sleeping with my client's sister.

Ergo, ineffective counsel
of said client.

Will you set the table, please?

Were you going to ask for my permission?

Do I need to?

No.

Not if Daniel wants to keep fighting.

I don't give a shit
what people know or think.

Have you asked him?

Not yet.

Still making sure IAC is my only option.

Well, if it is,

I just hope you know what you're doing

to your career.

I don't want this career.

Want to be a tax lawyer now?

Hadn't thought of that.
That's a good idea.

I never saw this kitchen finished.

Neither did Daniel.

Well, maybe he will one day.

Jared! Breakfast!

It's supposedly a-a full-scale replica

of the original Parthenon in Athens.

Impressive. Do you come here often?

I wouldn't say often, but occasionally.

Read, people-watch.

How's the museum?

The museum?

Yes.

It's hard to say,
as I have limited experience

in the world of museums,

but, uh, I certainly think
it fits within the mean.

The mean of what?

It's not the Louvre, but
it's not Knickknack City either.

It's somewhere in between.

What are you doing, Daniel?

What are you doing, Mother?

I just want to see you, be with you.

I'm sorry. I thought
that's what we were doing.

I don't want you to feel
like you have to be a tour guide

and take me to places
that you've never been

and talk about things
that you don't care about.

Parthenon of Nashville, Mother?

Secular heresy.

I just want to know your life.

Your life.

Why would you want to know that?

So I can understand.

Understand what?

Where you are, who you are,

what you're doing.

You know why I didn't
want to see you, Mother?

Why I don't return your phone calls?

'Cause every time I look into your eyes,

every time I... I hear your voice,

I see and hear what I feel about myself.

You are my confirmation.

You have to let me go, Mother,

because no matter how badly you feel

or guilty or angry or sad or ashamed...

I have never been ashamed of you, never.

Or ashamed of yourself, then.

It will not affect in any positive way

what I am, or what I will be,

and especially what I might have been.

I can't abandon you, honey. I won't.

I'm not asking you to.

I'm asking you to let me go.

I'm asking you to do

what you have been wanting
so desperately to do.

And what is that?

To be free.

Free of bondage.

And what about you?
What about your bondage, Daniel?

It's not your problem.

How much would it cost
to go to Camden, Tennessee?

That's about 90 miles away.

Okay.

Cost of gas and $100.

Throw in lunch?

Sure.

Let's roll.

Name's Ted.

Dog.

Did you say "Dog"?

I did.

Nice to meet you...

Dog.

Likewise, Ted.

You make your mind up yet?

Can't decide between the
Michelins and the Bridgestones.

Got the Michelins on mine
for what it's worth.

I guess it's no coincidence

those are the more expensive of the two.

Bridgestone's a fine tire, too, Jeff.

Either way.

I didn't mean...

I didn't take it that way.

I can sell you the Bridgestones
for a cool $200 each.

That's $10 off the regular.

Um...

Walmart has the same ones
on sale for $179.

It's my wife.

That's a hell of a deal, Jeff.
I'd take it.

What? I mean, I thought we could...

Negotiate?

Shit, Jeff, I can't match that

'cause I can't sell you another $100

in paper towels, Lucky Charms,
and women's stuff.

See, that's their genius, right?

Look, I believe
in supporting local merchants.

I don't even want to shop
at those big-box stores.

Me neither, and I go to Sam's Club.

I'm as big a hypocrite as you are, Jeff.

Shit, maybe worse.

No. No way.

I'm buying these tires right here.

$200's a solid deal.

My wife ain't the boss of me.

If you say so.

I do. I say so.

Well, thank you, Jeff.
We're all real grateful.

This is where I go
Monday through Friday.

How is it?

They know who I am in there.

Or who I'm... supposed to be.

And that's a relief in a way,

not to worry about questions
or explanations.

Most days, I just show up
and fill the orders

and stay out of harm's way.

I'm sorry. I don't...
I didn't mean to...

That's okay, Mother.

I don't want you not to feel things.

That's not what I meant.

I know what you meant.

And I'm glad you said it.

It needed to be said.

I needed to hear it.

If that's true, I'm glad.

I don't know if I'll
stay married to Ted.

We see the world so differently.

I hope it wasn't wrong to tell you that.

Why would it be wrong?

I don't know.

I don't know, honey.

I don't know how to talk to you.

I'm... scared I'll say too much
or not enough.

Me too.

What's something you're afraid
is too much to tell me?

That I have a lady friend.

Why would you think that?
I'd be thrilled.

That's why.

Because of expectations.

I mean, she's, you know,

already stated rather strongly
that she can't save me.

I'll keep my expectations low then.

How's that?

This may help. Uh...

She's pregnant with another man's child

who's out of the picture,
but she's leaving soon

to go live with her sister in Ohio

to have her baby and then raise it...

or give it away.

Well, that will temper things for me.

She's, uh...

She's something.

Sounds as if you care for her.

She's been good for me, I think.

I'm glad.

Would you like to meet her?
I mean, if she's around.

Doesn't seem like I have to
worry about running her off.

So why not?

He's comfortable now.
Is there anything you need?

Um, no, thank you.

Well, you are good people, Tawney,

staying with him like this.

Oh, that's kind of you to say,
but I'm doing this for me.

He's the good people.

Well, I'll be back in a little while.

Okay.

I've been thinking about you
having no children, Mr. Zeke.

How sad that must have been
for you and your wife.

Do you see her yet?

I... I didn't really know my parents.

I don't know details about them,

but... but I don't think
they were together,

you know, like...

like in love with each other.

But I am grateful for my mama,
for having me.

For seeing that part
all the way through.

And that was her gift to me, I think.

Sometimes...

I get... I get
this kind of memory of her.

But more like she was
a-a feeling or an experience

rather than a... than a full-on person.

Zeke?

Like, sometimes I...

I almost feel her body all around me.

Her skin, even her smell.

But it's fleeting. It's always fleeting.

And then I feel this profound,
old, old ache.

Maybe I'll...

I'll get to see my mama again someday...

in heaven.

I wish I-I could have kept you
a little longer.

But I know
you're in... in a better place.

I surely do.

Lord, thank you
for my time with Mr. Zeke.

Accept him.

Bless him.

Please, Lord.

In Jesus' name.

That's when he looked at me strange,

and he said, "Trey went back."

Did he say anything else?

That's all he said. "Trey went back."

Then he got on his bike, and he left.

"Trey went back"?

That's vague.

Not if Christopher Nelms
is telling the truth...

that Trey Willis raped
Hanna Dean that night.

Have you spoken to Mr. Nelms?

The problem with your murder case

against Trey Willis is motive.

Why would Trey kill George
to keep him quiet

about a rape whose statute
of limitations had expired?

Unless you have tied
Trey's DNA to Ms. Dean.

Have you?

What do you want, Mr. Stern?

Again, I ask,

how will you prove motive
of why Trey killed George?

I'm still waiting.

I came here fully intending to tell you

that Justice Row is filing an IAC claim

to have the guilty plea deal
by our client, Daniel Holden,

set aside.

Ineffective assistance of counsel?

You seem pretty effective to me.

I was sleeping with my client's sister.

I gave him bad counsel
in regard to the plea deal.

I just wanted to
get it over with, frankly.

And, yes, an IAC claim
may take years in the courts,

but I don't care.

Justice Row doesn't care.
We're not going away.

Is that a threat?

No, I'm just being straight
with you, Sondra,

that that is what is going to happen,

not because we're coming
after you personally,

but because of all the evidence

that has come to light
since the plea deal.

Because we believe now that
if the plea deal is vacated,

there is no way you or any other D.A.

will ever retry Daniel Holden.

Am I wrong?

I have no opinion
on what another D.A. might do.

Sondra.

Daniel was not in his right mind
at the debrief.

What was going on
between him and Foulkes,

that didn't disturb you?

That doesn't disturb you even more

in light of what has come out since?

My client was originally
convicted 20 years ago

on what I believe
was a coerced confession

and the testimony of two men
who we now know

raped Hanna Dean.

And the third rapist, Christopher Nelms,

your star witness in
the George Melton murder case?

He was called in the day after

Ms. Dean was raped
and strangled to death

and then sent home
without being questioned.

That is not right, Sondra.

That will never be right.

Is Carl in on this with you?

I think Sheriff Daggett
just wants to make things right,

however that lands.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

What about inviting someone in
from the outside.

Like the GBI.
Take a closer look into it.

- Into what?
- Everything.

Separate from whatever happens in court,

don't you want to know the truth?

If it were so easy, Mr. Stern.

But the only way that can have
a chance of happening

is for someone without
a vested interest to come in.

Let the chips fall where they may.

The chips never fall well for the one

who has to clean up the mess.

I think you're wrong there, Sondra.

If you see this all the way to the end,

reasonable people will think
the better of you for it.

You have a higher regard
for people than I do, Mr. Stern.

Hello?

Hello.

You Mr. Bowers' kin?

Uh, no. No, ma'am.

Um, I work at Pineridge...

where Mr. Bowers was.

"Was"?

He passed away this morning.

Lord, have mercy.

Why you here now?

Mr. Zeke, wanted me
to get his plaque for him,

but I... I wasn't able to.

I just wanted to see it
for myself, I guess.

The one from his work?

Yes, ma'am.

I know where he keeps it.

Well, I'm going.

Oh.

Okay.

You gonna lock up?

Um, I will.

Guess we just leave the key
in that frog.

Are... are you coming back?

Well, he paid me six months in advance,

and it's been seven now.

Do you... do you know
if he had any family?

I never saw any personally,

but he said he had a nephew in, um...

Arizona?

That sounds right.

Well, uh, it was good
to meet you, Bonnie.

You too.

Why don't you keep that plaque?

Don't look like nobody else
gonna want it.

Maybe I will.

You're a good girl.

You say your prayers,
you'll be all right.

That's what Mr. Zeke used to say to me.

Bye, now.

Bye.

It must be inspiring being here.

Sometimes.

Sometimes you become inured.

You can become inured
to a lot of things.

What was your son like before?

Daniel said you were direct.

To a fault sometimes.
If you're not comfortable...

No.

I still see that boy in him,
that burgeoning man.

He was sensitive, rebellious,

wise beyond his years
and yet fully adolescent.

Like most mothers,
I thought he hung the moon.

Sometimes, I still think he might have.

I don't think
it's just a mother's slant.

He is... special.

I'm glad you took a chance on him,

even if you are going away
to have your baby.

Speaking of direct.

Daniel has adopted
that approach with me today,

so I'm taking his cue.

Do you think he'll make it?

What does that mean, Janet, to you?

Will he ever be happy?

Are you happy?

Sometimes.

So is he.

Have you been talking about me?

Of course.

Is Ted coming?

No. He texted me.

I didn't even know he could text.

Said he took a cab to Camden, Tennessee,

to see where Patsy Cline died.

He won't be back until late.

I think that's like 100 miles away.

Her near-death site
must have been disappointing.

Do you like Thai food, Mother?

I don't remember if I've had it.

You're gonna love it, I'm sure.

I know I'm gonna love it.
I'll get some plates.

Can I help?

Uh, glasses in the locker.

Sure.

Hmm.

They weren't real big
on chop sticks in prison.

I wouldn't think forks, either.

Nope.

Plastic spoons, always plastic spoons.

Well, I am a very competent
chop-sticks teacher.

Great. Just keep a spoon handy.

It's me.

How was your adventure?

It was long. Glad I did it.

Don't think I would do it again.

How was your day?

It was... I'm glad I did it.

But I don't think I'm gonna
do it again anytime soon.

It's all yours if you want to clean up.

I do think we should sell.

If you want my opinion.

Okay.

But I'd like to set Teddy up
with the inventory

and the equipment
if that's what he wants.

Absolutely.

We'll support him
in any way that we can.

But I don't want to do it anymore.

It'd be all his.

What do you think he might do?

I don't know.

But I know we can't
keep going on the way we are.

I'm not blind to that.

I liked your mother.

She's, uh... she's complicated.

I said some tough things to her today.

Untrue things?

I didn't think so.

I just hope I didn't go too far.

Well, it's better to go too far
than not far enough.

Easy for you to say.

Not really.

Thank you, Chloe, for all this.

It felt like, um...

It felt like living.

I think it was living.

I think we might actually be living.

Well, curfew calls.

I need to say something, Daniel.

It may run you off,
but that is not my intention.

Why won't you go into therapy?

Real, targeted, specific therapy
for your issues.

Because I'm not ready yet.

When will you be?

Mid-2023.

Seriously, when?

Probably never, Chloe.

Then why not start now?

Because it would be way too much fun,

and I'm no good at fun.

The last sentence, I believe.

And frankly, um, I-I don't see you

as the most shining example
for the benefits of therapy.

Really?

That's where you took that.

Well, better to go too far
than not far enough.

Okay.

Okay.

Well, I hope you have
a good chunk of time

before your next crisis.

I really do.

Aren't you in a chronic crisis,
Chloe, alliteration aside.

Have a good night, Daniel.

Because there's too much shit
to dredge up.

And I don't want to relive it.

I don't... I don't think
I can handle it.

I can barely handle life now.

Look, I know it must be
terribly difficult

to even contemplate facing
the very real traumas

that you endured.

But I've thought about this a lot,

and I think that there's something else

that's stopping you.

I don't know. It just feels
like you created this identity.

You had to... I understand
that... to survive.

I mean, you were barely 18.

You weren't even fully formed yet.

So you became what they said you were.

And you played the part,

and you lived the life
of death-row Daniel.

Tell me something I don't know, Chloe.

I don't know if I can,

but there is this shame all around you,

all the time.

And you don't want to let it go

because if you are always
and already the bad boy,

then no one can hurt you.

But if you start to
feel good about yourself,

just a little bit,
even just these brief moments

of "I think I am an okay person,"

then that must be
truly terrifying for you.

Because what protects you then
from the slings and arrows?

You're one to talk, Chloe.

I know I'm one to talk.

We can talk about me
being the one to talk

some other time.

But right now, I am telling you,

if you are unwilling
to let go of that self-image,

of that shame, of that Daniel
that you had to create

to save yourself back then,

then I am afraid you will not
be able to save yourself now.

And then you will never know
who you truly are.

Isn't that why we're here?

Why we are doing this.

Talk about a waste.

I have to go.

You want me to take you?

No.

Go to Ohio. Have your baby.

Send me a postcard.

One shot,

one goddamn kill.

I was dead on.

Okay!

I see how you fly now!

I know a little something about physics!

Some.

All right, watch this.

Ow.

Aah!

Oh, God.

Teddy, you dumb bastard. God almighty.

911. Is this an emergency?

Uh, yeah.

What happened, sir?

I'm out... I'm out here at, uh...

out in front of Paulie Tire & Rim.

Uh... near the dancing man.

Sir, what's the emergency.

Uh... I shot myself.

In the leg.

I'm dispatching an ambulance, okay?

- Okay, great.
- How's the bleeding?

It ain't good!

Do you have something
you can make a tourniquet with?

A what?

Anything to wrap tight above the wound.

Uh... my belt, I guess.

Good, I need you to take off your belt

and make a tourniquet.

Oh, God.

Hell of a day.