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Mark posted this.

Yes.

He doesn't even name Kenneth.

I've been getting calls and texts all day from people.

Calling me a slut.

What about Kenneth?

He is the Pastor.

But is it true?

Look, it's not that simple. I mean, the way Mark, did that,

it makes me sound like a whore.

No, no. It makes you sound like somebody who got

wrapped up in the wrong person, decided to break up with an

asshole who wanted to be vindictive.

- Fuck him! - Okay.

- Fuck! - Alright!

Look, just walk me through it.

With Mark or with Pastor Little?

With Little. We already know Mark's an asshole.

I came to him after Mark and I broke up.

Just because he told us to always come to him

with anything.

So

I told him how I was feeling, and that's when

he started counseling me.

Coming to the house.

Took me to a few dinners, and then it happened.

And I know... it was wrong for me to get caught up, but I

just... needed comfort.

Hey, you are not the first person who

thought that the pastor had

their best interests at heart, and you will not be the last.

I don't wanna be the first, and I don't want to be the last.

But I was stupid.

No. How long as this been going on?

Months.

Then a week ago, Martin,

the Assistant Pastor, came to me and told me that I had to

stop seeing him.

That I needed to respect the First Lady.

Because he knew that you two were

- Yes. Yes. - Yeah.

Okay.

But he didn't know I was pregnant.

- Lanie - And when I told Kenneth...

He stopped returning my calls.

And then, he sent...

Martin and told me to get rid of the baby.

I've never been talked to like that in my life.

Like I was trash.

I never wanted any of this to happen.

Hey, hey. Lanie. Lanie.

It's okay.

Okay.

You plan on keeping the baby?

No.

I took care of it.

But that's when I started asking questions about him.

You know, was I the only woman that he did this with?

To?

And?

No.

There were others.

- Yeah. - Two women that I know of.

There's also rumors about some shady dealings he's got going on

at the church.

They're just rumors though.

Drugs, or some money scam.

But the women are real.

He's the fuckin' devil, Stewart.

Damn. Damn.

I wish I still had my job at the paper.

So that I could investigate him.

Right now they're just waiting for me to resign so they don't

- have to fire me. - Well what about your friends?

I mean don't you have somebody that you can call?

They're all trying to stay away from me now.

Look, this could all go away if you just

I don't know if you just ignore it.

- Daddy knows. - Oh my God.

He called me a whore.

He said I should have known better.

I mean, what about him?

- He's the man of God. - Hey.

Listen.

This may not be what you wanna hear right now

but you're strong Lanie.

Okay. You're strong enough to get through this.

Why do people always think that strength is enough?

Lanie. Lanie.

You are the reporter Just tell me what the fuck to do.

Do not let these men get the best of you.

- Don't let them break you! - I have been going to this

church since I was five years old.

I cannot go back there.

- God, I wish I was... - Hey, hey, hey. No.

Don't you ever say that.

Ever. Don't you ever say that.

So Kenneth...

just keeps...

getting to do this to women.

Leaving them...

to pick up the pieces.

Then Mark just gets to shit on me to feel better about himself.

I mean, can you get any of these women to admit to the affairs?

Who's going to believe 'em?

Who ever believes women?

When they talk about men who do crap like this?

- Someone. - Someone?

Oh, that's just fucking great.

Hey, someone believed the story about my ex wife

which got me fired from the only time I ever had a job at a

newspaper. 8 years I had...

...had a child. Inside of me.

And now I don't.

When Daddy called me a whore, it felt like the whole world was

against me.

I never loved anybody the way I loved my Daddy.

Until the Reverend.

And now...

Everybody's gonna hate me.

No. No.

Look, Lanie. It'll be alright. I...

Uhh. Need a damn drink.

- Oh, alright. - Listen Walter, please.

- Mhm. - The paper's gonna have to...

...so will you. Just didn't...

...it would've worked out if hadn't...

You'll be fine.

And I still claim I'm as tight...

Hmm.

Oh. C'mon Lanie. Get over this already.

Hey. This is Lanie Cooper.

Leave me a message and I'll call you back.

Have a blessed day.

Hey Lanie. What's the deal with all these text messages?

You know... Listen. I gotta, uhm, I gotta go by the newspaper

and then I'm gonna, I'm gonna come by.

Talk to you over there, alright?

Lanie, don't...

Alright. I'll just come by and talk to you.

Ugh.

Yeah?

Hey, it's Patrick.

I know you were coming to the paper to clear out your office,

but the boss is here and he's gonna be around all day.

I gotta call you back.

Stewart, we should talk now.

Look, Manifort's trying to give you a shit assignment

for your last article because he knows it'll piss you off.

Tell him to be editor-in-chief and stop being so goddamn petty.

You know what, it doesn't matter. Shoot me an email,

and I'll write it. No matter what it is.

Look, man. I can't apologize enough for getting you fired.

- Yeah, I'm good. - I just...

Okay. The event is on Crenshaw. Some old

school cats are talking reparation...

I don't give a fuck what it is. I'll write it.

Later.

Lanie.

Lanie.

Lanie.

Lanie!

What's with all those messages?

Lanie?

Lanie!

Lanie.

Lanie. No!

Lanie! Lan... Lanie!

Lanie. Lanie!

Lanie, what did you do? What did you do!?

My God.

Wake up! Wake up!

Fuck!

This is one of the best articles I have ever read about

the truth.

Once you set it into motion,

it will eat through any lie.

Any hidden agenda. Any distortion.

911, what's your emergency?

I just found my cousin.

Thing is, it's probably a suicide.

- Right. - See if anybody's acting

strange. Just don't make it look obvious. Alright?

I'll check in after I talk to him.

You're Stewart, right?

Yeah.

You said that she sent you a text.

Yeah.

Yeah she sent me a text.

Uniform says he didn't see a cell in here.

Uhm...

What did the text say?

Said that she was sorry.

She didn't have anything to be sorry about.

Sorry... for what?

I mean I guess she was having an affair with this pastor.

Really wrecked her.

More than I know.

So when you came in...

you looked on the table, this article...

was the only thing that you found?

Yeah, I wasn't looking for her phone.

Just saw her.

Yeah. Yeah.

This you?

Yeah.

I'm very sorry about your cousin.

Thank you.

Can I have her parents number? I think that we should call.

Mmm. Yeah.

Is there something you ain't telling me?

Uncle Donald...

Lanie told me that she came you.

Talked to you about Little.

Told you about the baby.

You called her a whore.

When she told me she was, uh, pregnant...

...look I didn't know what to say to her.

You knew not to say that.

C'mon.

Don't come telling me man...

what I should or what I shouldn't have said.

You shouldn't have said that.

She told me what she was doing with that son of a bitch...

I...

You know how many preachers

take advantage of... of... of... women like Lanie?

My baby.

He had no right to use her like that.

I came here to ask you not to have the funeral at the church.

It's the only church she's gone to.

Okay, okay but you...

- you can't. - I can ask someone else

to do the funeral like Pastor Johnson. He...

baptized her and watched her grow in the church.

He's retired.

Yeah, but that's alright. He'll come back for her.

He... he loves her.

You cannot do it there.

Don't tell me! Don't say that!

Don't.

Because I will.

I am not going to let that bastard

keep her from being tended to by the only church

she knows, man.

Don't tell me that.

Okay. Alright, well just listen.

Just... don't let him do it.

Well, Mrs. Cooper I found him. He's back here.

I'd like you to come speak at the funeral.

- Cause you two was close. - Yeah, yeah. Of course,

Mr. Patterson.

Stew.

I'm sorry about Lanie.

You know, I loved her so much.

Talk to you later, Uncle Donald. I'll go say goodbye to Auntie.

Do not let that motherfucker come to the funeral.

What the fuck?

That's what happens to assholes, Mark.

We ain't got no ice.

Asshole.

This is Stephanie. Who is this?

Hi, Stephanie. This is Lanie's cousin.

Stewart Cooper.

The reporter that got fired?

Yeah. Yeah, that's me.

How did you find me?

Uh, well, you kind of said it. I'm a, I'm a reporter.

Are you doing a story?

Uh, no I just uh...

Look, I don't... I hate to ask you this,

Stephanie, but were you involved with Little?

What? Involved?

Yeah, did you have uh, did you have an affair?

What does this have to do with me or Lanie?

Well, uh, Lanie told me that she talked to you and another

- woman. - Who was the other woman?

Uh, see uh, I didn't tell her your name, so I just

feel like I maybe should keep hers confidential too, you know.

Are you serious?

Yeah, but listen, if it wasn't you who she spoke to, I

apologize for-for calling. That was completely out of line.

We did talk.

- But. - I don't want my business in the

street. This kind of thing taints you, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, I do. I do. Listen, Stephanie, do you think maybe we

can uh, meet up? Talk a little bit?

Talk to you? A Reporter?

Yeah, yeah. But this is...

I just want some clarity.

For what?

For, for me. I just wanna know what he did to drive Lanie to do

what she did to herself.

He didn't do anything. Kenny is a good man.

I-I don't want to do anything to hurt him.

Wait, so, you're just okay with him stringing women along?

Talk to Kenneth, not the women. Goodbye.

Do I love you? Of course.

You just have to

Understand?

Yes. This isn't simple.

And I've got a wife. A church to lead.

I'm scared of what would happen

if I told people how much I love you.

I don't want you to hurt your career.

And I don't want you to hurt the people who

believe in you. I just

What?

I think maybe we should... stop.

Stop?

Yes. Because you need to focus.

You need to focus on what's in front of you.

If I don't have you with with me, I'm lost Elaine.

And what we have is special. If it could be any other way...

I wanted, but I didn't know I was falling in love with you.

This hurts me as much as...

I love you, too.

Lanie was always troubled. Seemed like

nothing ever went right for her.

She fell in love too quick. Jumped without looking.

It's so hard out here to find someone who can just love

you, sometimes that's what you have to do.

Everything in life is hard, J.

Doesn't mean you gotta break some fucking fool make

you make even more foolish decisions.

You talking about us?

I'm talking about everybody.

Well, that's what they said about us when all our shit

happened.

You cost me my job. And Natalie's future.

You'll get another job.

Yeah, and I'll slowly re-build what I lost,

but that's the thing, I gotta slowly rebuild what I lost.

I said I was sorry.

So, did I.

Get on the line, there on the other side. Go ahead, try.

We had been together since high school.

You had never done anything like that.

I started talking and I couldn't stop.

You see, that-that's the thing. You-you never mentioned

the part that he was my best friend. Somehow that

never made it into your story.

Of course, Patrick's husband never said that either when he

blurted it out at Manifort's. (imitates a drunk)

"I cannot believe that Stewart would punch his wife."

I never thought he would do that.

Yeah, well, people always do things that you never think

they'd do.

I deserved it, okay? I know that.

I knew it the moment I lifted my hands. Just like my

old man used to say. "If you don't think the

second before your life changes, you can't complain

about the thousands of hours after it's changed."

Hey, you think you can watch Natalie on

my days? I don't want to drag her into all this mess.

What mess?

Ah, I've got to write this stupid article.

Looking for a job.

And I've got to figure out what I'm

going to say at Lanie's funeral.

Sure.

Okay, so what I want you to do is stand right

there. Ready? And...

Liz Williams?

Yeah.

Stewart Cooper.

Lanie's cousin. You called Stephanie last night.

I did.

She called me right after she hung up with you.

So then you know why I'm here.

I am not going to talk out about that man.

No matter what kind of son-of-a-bitch he is.

Why not?

Your cousin made her choice. A bad one, but her choice.

Yeah. Being with him.

Killing herself.

That's a lot of sympathy you got going there, Liz.

None whatsoever. Look, she laid with a married man.

I did, too. You wanna feel better about

yourself, take him for a little something.

Make him pay a bill or two.

You don't kill yourself.

Okay, just so I'm clear. He's got a Mercedes. He got you this

lovely car, I presume. That's what you think you got out of

him?

Yep.

And he pays my rent when I need him to. And he puts groceries on

my table for my boys.

Well, if you felt that way

why'd you go to Lanie and tell her about you and Little?

Lanie came to me.

What?

Yeah. She came to me and Stephanie.

After she saw our names in Reverend Little's phone.

Now think about that? She creeped through his phone,

like she was the wife.

She came to us all hysterical and shit, telling us

to leave him alone. Threatening to blow up our spot, if we

didn't.

No, we did not go to her.

She got caught in her feelings and couldn't get out.

You fuck him, you don't fall in love with him.

He fucked you up so bad that you can't have sympathy for my

cousin?

Let's see he had two legs, a dick,

two arms, and a face. You can change the name, but,

the shit he did was what all men do.

Eventually, you just choose not to hurt anymore.

She knew from her ex-boyfriend that it would eventually all go

bad. So I'm

So I'm not. It ain't that I don't have sympathy.

I'm just mad. Mad that she wasn't stronger.

No, that's alright. Okay.

No, you know what? Let me call you back.

Detective.

Mind if I come in?

Yeah, sure.

So, what's this about?

Mark Evans.

What about him?

He is going to press assault charges on you.

Did he tell you what he did? Why I hit him?

He said that he walked into the backyard,

you hit him. Then you left.

Yeah, but did he tell you what he did?

Why don't you tell me?

Sometimes you think people that you love can see

your faults, but they rarely do.

They just do what they can to get you back.

Like screwing someone.

Someone you'd never think they'd screw.

Lanie decided to screw someone many people

respect, listen to, and value. Because that's how leeches

operate. They don't suck the life out of you. They devour it.

Lanie found herself so incapable of forging a meaningful

relationship with anyone that she stuffed herself with the one

person we all admire. And then he goes on to talk about how

they met. Blah blah blah.

Social media brings out the savagery in people.

You're telling me.

Yeah, but you let yourself get pulled in by punching him.

Is that why you're here?

No. I'm here because

I have an open investigation into your cousin's death.

Or at least until it's officially ruled a suicide.

You think some shit went wrong?

I-I don't know.

I mean, we haven't found her phone. Did she lose it?

Did she throw it away? What happened to it?

You asking me?

The guy that got to her house before anybody else

because you got a text that nobody else did?

Why is her phone so important? She fucking killed herself.

Maybe the reason is on the phone.

You're not a psychiatrist. You're a cop. Do some cop work.

(chuckles) Okay.

Well, maybe Mark found it, and then he threatened to expose

something that led her to do it.

If he did?

If he didn't put that belt around her neck,

then he dies of a guilty conscience.

Yeah, well. A lot of good that does Lanie.

Or maybe you took it, and if so, why?

I got a whole lotta stuff on my mind right now. Last thing I'm

thinking about is stealing somebody's phone.

Her family is devastated. I'm not too far behind.

Understood. Understood.

You know, you may want to talk to Evans. Keep

him from dragging you through the mud with a lawsuit.

Thanks.

You have any thoughts on him harming her?

No, listen. The guy's an asshole. He's not a

murderer. Unless you count the... post.

It's just cyber bullying at the most.

It's not a crime, but it should be.

Did you see it coming? Your cousin.

No. You know, I

always told people that uh, what made me a good journalist was

that I could see shit coming, see between the cracks.

Second time in my life I've ever been blindsided.

Thank you for the water. (clears throat)

Cyber bullying at the most.

It's not a crime, but it should be.

What's stopping me from fucking you up?

Cop came by, told me that you were

thinking about pressing charges.

If you do that, how you see this thing ending for you?

You fucking sucker punched me.

Shouldn't have posted what you posted about Lanie.

Come on, man. She made me feel like...

Before you finish that statement

Think about where she is. Think about where you are.

What the fuck are you here for?

Wanted to give you a heads up?

Why?

Maybe to prevent you from suing me. It's just a thought.

Okay. What?

The preacher might be looking to harm you.

Why?

The way Lanie told it to me is that he loved her a lot.

And after he read what you wrote,

he wanted to come after you.

If that's true, what do you think is going to happen

now that she's killed herself?

Maybe he realized he shouldn't fuck his flock.

Or maybe...

he feels broken, thinks it's all your fault.

Decides to come after you after all.

Well, if he wants to lose some money, let him.

I'll sue his ass, too.

Just giving you the heads up.

Why?

Maybe I'm hoping you two will do what no one else would do.

Kill the two motherfuckers

responsible for my cousin's death.

(laughs)

And this coming from the same guy

who punched his own wife!

Fuck you, Stew. You're a piece of shit, too.

Yeah. I've been told that before.

I'll let you know how that funeral goes.

Yeah, you do that.

I'll tell you where to send the flowers.

You fucking punch someone else?

He had it coming.

Remember when

you had to go to counseling to try to keep your job?

A lot of good that did 'cause I don't have my job.

Yeah, but remember

what the counselor said about your anger issues?

Alright, Patrick, yeah.

You bottle shit up inside and then you explode.

Or, you don't let shit seep out, and you still explode.

We are talking about one incident. How the fuck do you

analyze somebody's life off of one incident?

Because your one incident is now someone else's,

"Oh my God! He punched someone again?!"

You know when Lanie called me, told me about her ex and this

preacher guy, I thought to myself, "Why the fuck are you

bringing this to my door?" I really thought that she would

just cry, get over it, and drown her sorrows with some other

shitty dude.

What, are you crazy?

You were her best friend and family. She comes to you, man,

it's end of the road time.

I just didn't see it, man.

Because you're going through your own bad shit.

You lost your job, your wife. Almost lost your kid.

You weren't the right person, but she didn't see that.

What, you got a new phone?

Yeah, yeah, I got uh, tired of

all the scumbags calling me on the other line.

Look, look, I gotta tell you something.

Do I want to hear it?

Bill gave your column away.

Said you didn't respond quick enough.

Are you kidding me? My fucking cousin killed herself!

What is wrong with this guy? He's a fucking idiot!

Look, you didn't want to do it anyway.

No, it's good. It's... I'm working on something else anyway.

What? What?

Yeah, I can't talk about it now.

But it'll be out soon.

Alright. Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm alright.

Alright, call me if you need me.

So who the fuck would do this? It's fucking sick.

We live in a sick fucking world.

There's another one with the location on it. Burbank.

Nah. Too easy.

Especially since the first one wasn't sent with the picture.

Yeah. Just check into it.

Kenneth. I need... for you to keep your

head above water right now. If somebody's trying to torment

you, damnit, take it That's part of your calling.

We don't need a spotlight on this.

Spotlight? Someone's using a dead woman's cell phone to send

me messages. That doesn't concern you?

It scares the hell out of me. But it also scares me

every time you stick your dick in someone new.

What about the shit you've done and still do?

We're not talking about me right now.

Right.

That's right. Okay. I'm cool. Just find out who is doing this.

So, how exactly did you find me in the first place?

Social media. People finder.

And why are you back?

For Lanie.

Then we don't have anything to talk about.

Okay how about for you?

Oh, you don't even know me.

Liz, I'm a journalist. I know a lot of women like you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Everything that you said to me comes from a

person who was hurt a long time ago and is trying to cover it up

with bravery that doesn't crawl into bed with them

when it's time to go to sleep at night.

Doesn't sit in the shower with them, doesn't get in the

passenger seat when you're going to work.

It's a fucking fake bravery to cover up some fear.

Being hurt. Being used.

And you deserve not to feel like that. But it's

never gonna go away, you know why?

Why?

Because you keep inviting it into your heart and then the

fucked up men follow. And then more fucked up men follow them.

You don't know me.

I know me, and I'm a fucked up man. So is Little.

You think his wife knows about you? Or Lanie? Or Stephanie?

Do you know how hard it is to raise a kid in LA?

If I have to give Kenneth Little some head and some ass

but it takes care of my kid, then he's gonna get some head

and some ass. His wife knows what she signed up for.

Gotta love that Christian charity.

Praise Jesus.

LIZ (RECORDING) Do you know how hard

it is to raise a kid in LA? If I have to give Kenneth Little some

head and some ass but it takes care of my kid, then he's gonna

get some head and some ass.

(distorted voice on recording) If I have to give Kenneth Little

some head and some ass but it takes care of my kids, then he's

gonna get some head and some ass.

His wife knows what she signed up for.

LIZ (distorted voice on recording) If I have to give Kennth

Little some head and some ass

some head and some ass but it takes care of my kids-

If I have to give Kennth Little

some head and some ass, but it takes care of my kids-

Then he's going to get some head and some ass.

His wife knows what she signed up for.

Social media.

You said this would never come into our home or into our church

(sighs) I couldn't see something like this coming.

You said it wouldn't come into our home or our church.

Get in front of it. Fix it.

I will.

If you don't, you'll be a disappointment to God.

These are tests, Kenneth. Don't fail them.

I'm sorry, Katrina.

You say that every time. That means you're a liar.

How you gonna explain this to your drug dealing friend Dizzy?

Diz.

It's Kenneth. I'm I'm sorry to have to tell you this,

but we're gonna have to stop seeing each other.

No, Rhonda it's not what I expected, but I can't

risk being with anyone until this is over.

Sharon... Sharon. Stop. What do I think God thinks about this?

I'm waiting on him to tell me.

You got no idea who posted that?

No. No. The police said her cellphone has been missing

since the day they went to the apartment.

This is evil!

Yeah.

Is it true?

Kenneth. One second please.

Kenneth. Hi. Can I come see you?

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

I don't want us to end like this.

Kenneth, please!

I know, but I'm just... I'm just asking if I can come see you.

He doesn't think it'd be smart if we see each other any more.

How does that make you feel?

How in the fuck do you think it makes me feel?

Yeah.

Yeah. Ok, thanks. Bye.

Hey, Mark?

Yeah.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Okay.

Uh, I just got off the phone with one of our members.

I need to talk to you about something you posted about

your ex girlfriend.

I got off that site, alright? I was being harassed.

Did you see this today?

(distorted voice recording) If I have to give Kennth Little

some head and some ass, but it takes care of my kids

Drew. That I can't explain.

Let's-let's talk in the office.

It might be time for you to look for another job.

Hey.

Hey. I have to go view Lanie's body.

Can you come with me?

Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Uncle Donald. When do you need to go?

DONALD Doctor had to come over and sedate Clara.

Yeah.

Somehow she claiming that uh, all this here is her fault.

How?

She saying she didn't raise Lanie right.

Should've toughened her up when she was a little girl.

She always was too sensitive.

Lanie said she was an empath. In touch with the universe,

Uncle Donald.

Never believed in that shit.

Wasn't for you to believe. Everybody got something

that belongs to them and them only.

The times I lived through. Come on.

Racism everywhere you look people looking down on

black men, can't get yourself a good paying job.

I didn't have enough time for being in touch with the

fucking universe. Barely had enough time to be in

touch with me.

When she was a little girl she used to uh,

say she wished she could marry butterflies

because they were so beautiful.

Who in hell wants to marry a goddamn butterfly?

Did you talk to Pastor Johnson about doing the funeral?

I didn't ask him yet.

Why not?

Guess I just ain't ready to admit that she's dead yet.

We tried to have other kids, you know.

Never took.

So we spoiled her. Spoiled her rotten. Gave her

everything except uh, strength.

She was very strong, Uncle Donald.

Strong people do not kill themselves.

It takes a lot of strength to stare into the end of your life.

Pastor.

Hey.

It's getting worse.

And when I ask you to consider me and how you make me

me feel, you tell her that you will always love me.

"Never leave me.

But, the bigger question is were you ever there?

I should have known better than to believe you,

but you knew my heart was vulnerable.

KATRINA Who's doing this?

I think it's the boyfriend.

What? What is this becoming?

I can handle this. One of the pictures that was sent is near

the location of his apartment building.

When did you find out about the boyfriend?

This morning.

Okay, go talk to him.

If it's money he wants, find a number that makes him happy.

If it's jealousy, make him realize he's asking for the

wrong thing.

Okay.

Katrina.

The board wants to meet with you.

(sighs) Who called the meeting?

Pastor Johnson.

After you talk to the boyfriend, if you

don't think it's him, talk to the cousin, Stewart.

I'll let you know what I find out.

Fuck.

Kenneth, you do understand that when you took over this

congregation, we put everything in your hands.

I do. I completely understand.

Well, son, the level of disappointment from

everyone around this table is so high right now.

Pastor Johnson, brothers and sisters, I'd like you to

know that I completely understand, and I would like you

to know that uh, I never meant for any of this to happen.

Your name's attached to two women, Kennth.

Two that we know of. Are there more? Hmm? And what

else have you done that uh, we should be aware of? What will

the damage control be? And will there be lawsuits?

These questions are endless.

I understand.

(clears throat) I can answer these questions, Pastor Johnson.

And my suggestion is to let me get in front of this. In front

of the media. Jimmy Swaggart. Jim Bakker. Bishop Long. They

all did the smart thing and got in front of the problem.

Not behind it.And...

Kenneth, we don't even know what the problem is!

Not the true problem! Do you have a sex addiction?

No, sir.

And what does Katrina have to say about all of this?

That's what we'd like to know.

She stands behind me.

That makes what you do alright?

No. It does not.

There are women out there who trust you to deliver

the word, to lead them to salvation.

Not with what's between your legs, but with your heart.

With your soul.

Amen.

Yes. And I'm only...

Human? Please don't say that. There are too many fallen

people in the bible who blamed their misdirection on being

human. We're all human.

Understood. Understood.

I still believe the best thing to do is to move forward.

No.

We can get ahead of this, Pastor.

No. No! Not until we clear this up.

Well, I... That's what I'm trying to do, sir.

(talking at same time) And not until we understand

the full magnitude of what's in front of us.

Oh, Kenneth. Oh my god. The amount of money that you have

brought into this church has exceeded...

It's beyond our wildest hopes.

I wish you'd keep that in mind, sir.

Unfortunately, until we get this

cleared up, you have to step aside.

No.

Pastor Johnson, that would not be the wise thing to do.

Take some time-

This church is in the black because of my work.

Sir! Sir! I do not think that you're giving this...

We've already voted. It's done!

Later. Maybe later we'll

re-convene, and we'll have a true discussion.

Oh, hey, I need you to write the obituary.

Oh, okay. Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.

I never should have called her what I called her. I just

hated that she let herself get caught up with anyone like that.

Yeah, well, Lanie never expected it either.

Hello?

Hey, uh, you mind if I take Natalie to lunch?

Oh, yeah, sure. It'll be good for her to see you.

Thanks.

You weren't able to keep me this week?

Had some other business I had to attend to.

Hmm.

How's it been staying with your mom this week?

She loves it. You know she's always complaining

about splitting up the week. So she gets a kick out of having me

for this long.

You will be back soon.

Good because you have my favorite blanket.

You're right, I do.

Thank you for that. It's been keeping me very warm.

You know, I've been rubbing my feet all over it.

Ew!

Promise you. It smells great.

Do you love mama?

I do.

Then why aren't you together?

Sometimes... sometimes

relationships they just, they don't work.

Well, I'm not gonna ask why 'cause I know you

wouldn't tell me.

No. How is school?

Sucks.

Okay.

I'm sorry about Lanie.

I know she was your favorite cousin.

She was. Yeah, thank you.

Do you think you could've helped her?

If she would've told me. She never told anybody

about anything.

Well, if you ever think of hurting yourself, you're gonna

tell me, right?

Yeah. Will do.

Alright. I'm done doing a bunch of stupid stuff.

Good.

Almost.

I think.

Mama!

We brought you tacos!

That was so sweet of you.

It was Daddy's idea. Bye.

See you later, baby.

You used to bring me tacos all the time.

(chuckles) You know, it's crazy. She actually enjoys tacos almost

as much as you.

She does.

Yeah.

Yeah. She probably got most of my good traits.

Oh, yeah?

Only yours? None of mine?

She got your anger.

'Cause that's a good trait.

Sometimes. I always felt protected around you.

You got irrational, but I always felt safe.

Why Ben?

Stopped feeling safe.

Safe? Or wanted?

Wanted.

Well, look at you. You survived.

The whole Ben and Stewart debacle.

My life didn't completely hinge on you and Ben.

I wanted you to be my forever, but you got consumed with work.

Seemed like we were never enough for you.

Most of what I did... was so I could be enough for you.

Journalist life is bullshit. I knew it.

I got consumed with my job just...

When did you stop seeing Ben?

Okay, it's it's still going on.

We're not

seeing each other. Regularly.

Okay.

Just, Stew...

I-I'm sorry. I don't I don't

want to get in trouble for what I already did.

I'm sorry.

How the fuck you gonna be sorry when

you're still doing it? Makes no fucking sense!

That's all crazy.

What the hell? (laughing)

Then you jumped off of the garage

and you broke your leg, and I'm yelling. You only...

did that because you were mad.

Okay, first of all, okay. Okay, first of all

LANIE First of all, first of all.

You shouldn't have called me a sissy.

First of all, you shouldn't have let me jump first!

Well, nah. I wanted to see some of that black girl magic.

Can you fly?

Jokes on you.

Man, man. I never hit a woman before in my life.

You get caught up, and you move without thinking sometimes.

Sometimes.

She did sleep with your best friend.

Those are facts.

But you shoulda whupped his ass and not hers.

I just fucking let my emotions get away with me.

Yeah. Welcome to my world.

What are you talking about?

You never did anything that stupid.

Mm. Nah, but just date bad dude after bad dude.

Who's a bad dude? You think Mark is a bad dude?

Mark is lazy. Always dreaming.

But so far he's a good dude.

Yeah, so. Maybe he'll be the dude that keeps you from

dating other bad dudes.

Hope so.

Think to call me before you do anything stupid next time.

Okay.

So, what'd your job say?

I'm suspended.

Which probably means I'm fired 'cause I got an

asshole boss who doesn't like me very much.

You?

Yeah.

What?

Yeah. Problematic.

You know what's kinda funny

is you've always been one of those "the truth

will set you free" type dudes. And this time, it trapped you.

You should've just left when you found out.

Yeah. Yeah, you know, it's sometimes easier to

write about that guy than to be that person, you know?

I'm a very good writer.

Hmm.

Maybe not that good in person.

What's that? You owe me some money that I forgot about?

Oh my god. Are you serious? You just walk around with that

in your purse?

Yeah. Look.

You have a problem.

This is one of the best articles I have

ever read about the truth.

You're really fucking, you're really gonna hold me

to something I wrote when I was in college?

Yeah. Look, Stew, what you did is going to

follow you for the rest of your life. It's gonna haunt you.

So, now would be a good time to remind yourself of what

to do when you're faced with the truth.

Nah, I've never hit a woman before in my life.

The great thing about the truth is, once you set it in motion,

it will eat through any lie, any hidden agenda, any distortion.

Let the truth fly and it will devour anything in its path.

Hopefully to the good.

You were an over-writing son-of-a gun.

Yeah, shut up and enjoy the writing.

(chuckles) I love you. Sorry I wasn't there for you.

Appreciate that.

Mark, if you're calling about the funeral,

you're still not invited.

You been posting this shit?

What? The post about Lanie? No.

She didn't have too many friends or anybody that

would do some crazy shit like this.

If you don't know how mad or crazy a person has to be to do

some shit like this, I suggest you speak to someone who

feels wronged.

You don't feel that way?

I... no. No, why? 'Cause you're a heartless fuck who took a shit

on my cousin and left? No. No, thanks.

If it is you, I'm going to fuck you up.

You'll try. And you'll fail.

If it's not you, then who's doing it?

(sighs) I mean, ask yourself. Am I the only

person who thinks you're a piece of shit?

No.

Good luck figuring it out.

Truth.

CUNNINGHAM Reverend Little.

Jason Cunningham. Los Angeles Register.

I'm really not that important.

Well, when someone of your stature is connected to

a suicide, I beg to differ.

Whoa whoa whoa. I'm not connected to a suicide.

Elaine didn't let me know she was

planning on taking her own life.

Were you having an affair?

She was going through a difficult time.

A breakup with her boyfriend Mark Evans. She was an

emotional woman that may have thought some things that

weren't necessarily true, and that's all I'll say.

What about the other woman whose post went viral?

Did you have an affair with her?

Are you focusing on a poor woman tragically taking her

own life, or are you more concerned with whether or not I

had an affair?

I'm focused on what ever is news.

Well, sometimes you should concern yourself with someone's

soul.

Like you did?

Have a good day, young man.

I'll take that as a yes.

Off record?

I've got reporters getting in my face.

That guy had to come from her cousin.

Lanie's cousin doesn't work for the newspaper anymore.

He's here. I gotta go. Yo. Are you Mark?

Nah. I don't know any Mark.

I saw your Facebook page. Come on, man. You're Mark Evans.

Who are you?

I'm Lainie's Assistant Pastor.

Why'd you send those messages?

I wrote a post. It was a mistake, okay?

So you decided to shake Lanie up enough that she would

commit suicide, and you call that a mistake?

You know, I'm tired

of people telling me what I did wrong or didn't do wrong.

Well, your indiscretions have put my pastor

in a precarious situation.

Fuck your pastor. Like he fucked my girl.

You know why that happened?

Because you didn't think a man of God would hit you.

Hey, and don't even think about going to the police.

'Cause nobody even saw me here.

Besides, I'm a high profile church member and you'll

just be seen as the douche that you already are.

Do yourself a favor.

Clean your shit up. Write an apology on your page.

Take some of the blame. Then move out of LA.

Move?

Yeah.

Move. Do overs are good for the soul.

I'll be checking on you.

MARK Motherfucker.

Yeah.

It's Patrick.

I'm getting good traction on your cousin's story, but in its

current state, it won't get past page 3 in the local

section. You got anything?

(clears throat) Uh... Mark Evans, her

ex-boyfriend, he uh, he told me that she was pregnant, and that

she had to have an abortion after a guy, Martin, who's at

the church, told her it was the best thing to do.

That's Pastor Little's assistant, right?

Yeah.

That's great. Anything else?

Yeah. Uh, the detective covering the case, his name is

Ford. Demetrius Ford. He can-he can fill you in with whatever.

I don't know.

Got it. Stewart. Why didn't you call me

with this info before, man?

Listen, when we first sat down then it was gossip.

Now, it's news.

Tell Manifort I helped you out, okay?

Let's get your cousin some justice first.

Yeah.

Katrina. Katrina. Katrina!

It's obvious you fucked with the wrong person this time.

Yes.

Most important, you have no idea who could be doing this.

Meaning?

That just goes to show how many people you've fucked over.

Katrina, you will have many years

to tear me apart. But right now, I need you to help me out.

We can go back and forth with this shit all day and night.

You don't need to worry about me.

You need to worry about what Dizzy is going to think.

I have been thinking about what Dizzy is going to think, okay?

I got that motherfucker's money tied up in the church.

I fuck up his money, he has my head on a plate. So, I have been

very, very clearly thinking about Dizzy's bitch-ass!

Oh, so now you mad? You should have been mad at yourself

a long time ago. Because you don't know how to keep your shit

in your pants.

Well, if I had, I never would've met you.

Or maybe you forgot that. And maybe you forgot

about those fucked up projects that you come from.

Huh?

Now, you wanna ride this first lady train? Cool. But help me.

Don't push me. 'Cause we all got our secrets.

That was the past. Now?

We got an errant preacher, a pissed off dead-ass

ghost, and a drug dealer you laundered money from to deal

with. So, I'll push you to keep you from waking up with

a gun in your face.

Do I know who's sending these messages?

No. No, I think I have an idea. Uh, we have to wait till

they slip up, then we'll follow them as thoroughly as we can.

Can this person be charged with it?

Depends on how severe it is. All said and done.

This woman's life is being cheapened and used to make

statements that night be inaccurate. Now this may be

seen to some as being a hero, but truthfully

It's tragically undignified.

Hey, are you Stewart?

You are?

Martin Jarrod.

I know you. Gimme one minute.

Come on in.

Thanks. Nice house for a journalist.

Yeah. Inherited it.

Working?

Ah, no. No, actually, uh...

just looking at a video of the detective who's (clears throat)

covering my cousin's case. Have a seat.

It's kinda late to be visiting people, don't you think?

Yeah. Your cousin's death has turned everything on its ear.

No. I'll say it fucked up a lot of people's lives.

Trying to be respectful.

Yeah. Why are you knocking at my door?

Honestly? Someone is sending messages to Pastor

Little that are very nasty. And they're claiming to be your

cousin.

The morbidity of that is beyond the pale.

It's terrible. I saw the one post where they used

the woman's voice, and I was thinking, who could ever do

something like that?

Really?

Hmm.

That woman told me she talked to you.

She did, I um, I went to visit her and Stephanie

after I found out about Lanie's death.

She told me that both of those women were also

having an affair with the Preacher. So, I just wanted to

know if they said anything to her before she killed herself.

Did you learn anything?

No.

Did you tape anything?

Uh, I wasn't really in journalist mode.

Is that one of Little's women, on the recording?

Could be.

Chickens coming home to roost, huh?

Your boss is a fucked up dude. How does it feel to work for

somebody like that?

It's rough. He leaves behind a mess,

then I have to go out and clean it up.

Like when you told my cousin to get an abortion.

She told you that.

Yeah. Yeah, she did.

It really wasn't a hard conversation to have.

I just wanted to make sure she was looking out for herself.

You know, to understand that she shouldn't think

of herself as special.

She didn't think of herself as special.

How mad are you, Stewart?

Are you mad enough to

send messages to someone that you think wronged Lanie?

You mean like messages like a little fifth

grader? No. I'm mad enough to want to fuck him up.

Like you did your wife?

Ah. (chuckles) Research.

Yeah. Yeah, that's um, um I did that. That's me.

Hey, if you hit a woman, then you'd

more than likely do something else crazy, right?

Hey do you know Mark Evans?

The boyfriend? I had a conversation with him.

You know what he did?

No. What did he do?

He went on social media. After he found out that

Lanie and the Preacher were sleeping together and wrote

this horrendous post. Crushed Lanie.

That led her to hang herself?

No. After that she sent me a bunch of text

messages I guess telling me that she was thinking of taking her

life, but I didn't respond to any of those text messages

'cause I got a whole bunch of shit I'm dealing with. So I

didn't really have the bandwidth to take her shit on and

before you ask me if that's what led her to hang herself,

I'm gonna tell you that the answer is no. I think what set

her off was how you fucking callously told her to abort her

child to protect your punk ass boss.

All in all, she had four shitty men in her life who drew up

the map, built the road that led her to putting a belt

around her neck and taking her own life.

That's one way of looking at it.

Yeah.

Was she overly emotional?

Wouldn't anybody be that was fucking a preacher?

What are these messages?

Messages?

The ones that you said were being sent.

Oh.

Character assassinations. Of a good man.

You believe that?

I do.

Maybe a prison sentence with no one coming to visit

me but him makes me bias.

But I'm not the only one who sees him that way.

A true man of God.

Yeah.

So uh, what were you in prison for?

Oh, drugs. Violence. Things of that nature.

Now you're an enforcer for the Lord.

I'm just a seeker of the truth.

Okay.

You don't believe me?

No, I believe you.

I just want to know how far you'd go to get to it.

There's not a limit that I would go to to get to the

truth. However painful or how rough.

Am I supposed to be scared?

Concerned.

Give me a minute.

Sending another message?

No. Uh, you do realize that I'm a journalist,

right? So to send a message from my phone would be totally

stupid. It's traceable.

I'm actually wondering why Detective Ford hasn't tried

to trace the messages back to where they came from.

I mean, you-you did talk to him, right?

No.

Trying to keep this as quiet as possible.

I just want all this to go away.

That's understandable. But you really should talk to Ford

about tracing those messages.

What makes you think I want to talk to Ford?

Well, I just uh, I just sent over our conversation.

I was recording it. I don't really like to be concerned.

What the fuck you say?

Obviously, it's not admissible in court.

Unless something were to happen here. Then you'd

have to prove that it wasn't premeditated.

So, you do like sending messages?

Only when it benefits me.

You know what's crazy about having a reputation like mine?

People make you go see a therapist. Yeah,

and then the old therapist sits there and they try to pinpoint

what your problem is. And my therapist thinks that I have an

issue with anger. I mean, I can usually keep it in check, but

uh, every now and again it gets away from me.

You can test it if you want to. Question is, how do you

see this thing ending?

Lanie told me that you didn't mean to hit your wife.

My guess?

You fooled her. That anger in your eyes has always

been there. And it ain't going away.

Thanks for the idea about tracing the messages.

But, I'm suspect as to why you would offer the

idea to trace the messages.

My cousin deserves the same thing you think your preacher

deserves. But you have to be a cop to trace messages, huh?

Oh, you'd be surprised the powers the church has.

Mm... Actually, I wouldn't be. You know,

preachers always have their way and just get away with it. Pope

helped the Nazis. Preachers do a lot of things in the name of the

lord.

His name is Kenneth Little.

You think I don't fucking know that?

Thank you for your time, Stewart.

You're Pastor Little, right?

Yes.

Your secretary told me that you'd be out here.

I'm Detective Demetrius Ford.

And I'm here to talk to you about... Martin

Uh, Martin Jarrod. My Assistant Pastor.

Yeah. Him.

Talk about what?

And you thought it was okay to just go to this

man's house and threaten him?

I never threatened anyone. At any given time.

Right. You were just, "concerned."

I am concerned.

My pastor is being harassed and intimidated.

Then he should be coming to me.

Not sending you out like a junkyard dog.

Would you be willing to show me these messages?

I... erased them.

Look, I'm a man of God. If I'm not having someone praise me or

becoming overly involved, then someone is threatening me. But

if God ain't ready for me to leave this Earth, then I'm not

going anywhere.

Are these threats from women that you've been

having affairs with?

No.

Mark, come on. Open the door.

Get the fuck away from my door, Stew.

You're gonna want to hear what I have to say.

Nah, I'm good.

There's a guy. Name is Martin Jarrod. He works

for the Preacher. He...

What's he look like?

Uh, he's uh,

kind of buff, very angry. Light skin. Bald headed.

Yeah. He came by the other day. Asked me a couple

questions and left.

So why is he coming to me asking questions about you?

Yo, come on in.

Honestly, this is the messiest suicide I've

ever been involved in. But what pisses me off is that it's

getting messy because of people like you two that don't let me

do my fucking job.

Detective. This is a house of the lord.

Oh

And we're not doing it on purpose.

Then stop doing it. Just keep your dog

on a leash. Or, tell me what is really going on.

People are letting their emotions get in the way.

Then you should keep yours in check. And let me worry

about everybody else.

Have a nice day, gentlemen.

You as well, detective.

And may God be with you.

Always.

Where the fuck did he come from?

The bitch-ass cousin was recording me when I

went to go meet with him. Sent him the fucking

conversation. Now I'll deal with his ass when this is all over

with.

No. No. If the cops are coming through that

door, we need to do whatever we can for them to go away.

Look, Kenneth

Dizzy called me this morning. He told me to do whatever I need to

do to make this shit go away. So, it goes away.

Is that why you erased the messages?

I didn't erase any goddamn messages. I just didn't want

Ford to know about them. I just got one right before he came.

What'd it say?

Leave the church before I play our conversations.

I taped a lot of them. Now look I know it

wasn't smart, but I sent a text back offering money to make it

go away.

Well, before you pay anybody, I may have figured this out.

You think you know who it is?

Yeah. The cousin.

No shit?

Yeah, but I need to see it from all the angles first.

Alright.

Why the fuck is this bouncing back to me?

Because I'm setting you up. Secretly I'm hoping that you

kill him or he kills you.

You said that before. It sounded stupid then,

it sounds stupid now.

You know what, you're right. It's a dumb joke

that I just found funny. It's a nervous thing. Look, it's 'cause

I have friends at the church. And they hear things, and you

know what? They're afraid 'cause Lanie said that they're into

some real shady dealings.

What does that even mean?

Shady motherfuckers do shady shit. And then they'll do

whatever they can to keep it out of the spotlight.

All of this shit is falling on me because I got

fucking trigger fingers!

I gotta piss.

You don't have to tell me that.

That Martin fuck told me to move. Basically threatened me.

Said the same thing to me. Told the cops about it.

Look, why don't we sit down with them? Get them off our backs.

If he's doing all this shit because he's mad at me about

my post, what makes you think he's going to come to his

senses?

You got another idea?

No

Okay, so, then, let's see if we can talk to them. Look, I

want this shit off of me just as bad as you do. Besides, the

focus needs to be on Lanie. Change people's opinion about

her.

Yeah, you're right.

Man, I'm sorry I even posted that shit, you know?

Yeah. Well. Remorse for your actions post tragedy sometimes

can be viewed as bullshit. You probably want to work on that.

Martin look, I can get you the location of the

woman's phone. But only if it's being left on.

Just get me what you can. I need to make whoever understand they

need to stop playing games.

Understood.

But yo, the church is going to let Little stay?

After all this shit?

You know how much money he brings in to that

little fucking church? Money is the most important thing to

church folks. That's why God had to constantly say it was evil.

He'll stay, but this shit has to stop.

How much to trace this number?

For you, 500.

Get it to me in six hours, and I'll get you fifteen.

Done.

Hello?

Pastor. Yeah, this is Stewart Cooper. Lanie's cousin.

I wanted to talk to you about what happened with Lanie.

Stewart, you know as much as I do. It was a suicide.

Yeah. I think we're both clear on that, but here's the thing

I don't understand. Why won't you come forward?

You know, about the affairs. About being a horrible shepherd

to the faithful.

Are you writing an article?

I no longer have a job in journalism.

Right.

Yeah.

That's right. Fired. You know before you hit your wife

Lanie said that you were and impulsive, hothead,

that never thought things through. She told me that your

parents were always worried about what kind of

trouble you'd get into.

She did?

She did.

And I told her to bring you in, see if you

needed some counseling. But before I knew it, you hit your

wife. Not the smartest thing.

Stewart, Lanie loved you, but she saw you as a flawed

human being.

That's because we're both fuck-ups.

Let me give you some advice.

(chuckles) What kind of advice?

Get in front of this and tell the truth.

Before it gets too deep.

Listen, I don't know if you know this,

but the Register is planning to write an article about you. An

exposé. It's not going to be pretty. Especially after they

find out some of the shady shit you're probably doing.

Stewart, don't call me again.

I figured you say that. (sighs)

Lanie, you were right.

What shady shit are you into, mister preacher man?

What the fuck, man?

You lying motherfucker. Where the fuck is the phone?

Come on, man.

I said, where's the phone?!

I don't know!

Get off of me!

I'll break your motherfucking arm!

Dude, get off!

You dumb, son-of-a-bitch! You really

didn't think I'd fight back?!

You're Mark Evans, right?

Hey, Patrick.

Martin Jarrod was killed.

Oh my god, Patrick, when?

An hour ago.

Holy shit.

Cops are saying it was Lanie's ex.

This just became page one.

Tell Manifort I want to write the story.

Yeah, he did the same thing to me. I told the cops.

Detective.

Are you here to accuse me of helping Mark kill

the Assistant Pastor?

News travels fast.

Yeah. Yeah, that's why they call it news.

Neighbors at Mark's apartment describe a guy that

looked like you coming by yesterday.

Before he stabbed Martin Jarrod. This was after Mark said you

came to warn him about the Preacher, in case you were

thinking about lying.

Warn him? No, I didn't.

I didn't go over there to warn him. I went to tell him to take

the post down about Lanie down. That's all.

Oh, so he's lying?

If you killed somebody, would you tell

the truth if it made you look guiltier than you already are?

True.True.

My only concern is my cousin.

Speaking of.

We found her cell phone over at Mark's.

He was the one sending those messages from her phone?

Looks that way.

Wow.

Not everything is how it looks.

Did you think it would go like this?

What-what do you mean?

Stop playing games, Stewart.

After the first two posts I traced the phone

And a couple messages came from a cell tower

right over this hill. And at first, I didn't say anything

because the Preacher and Mark, they deserved some shit in their

lives. And you were doing right by your cousin.

But murder isn't doing right.

Let's say that what you're saying is true.

Did I put a knife in Mark's hand?

Send anyone after him?

Well, I guess they'd say the same thing about Lanie

committing suicide.

My thoughts exactly.

Question is as a journalist are you good with it,

what you did?

You know, you're supposed to be telling

the truth, not tearing people's lives apart.

A cop goes to a woman's house tells her that

her boyfriend kidnapped some innocent girl. Raped her. Left

her in some terrible place in the woods to die. Is he ruining

her life by telling her that? Or is he just giving her the facts

of the case?

Anything else?

Nah.

I gotta go pick up Little. He was the last person that

Martin spoke to on his cell phone before Mark got

attacked.

It's a hell of a story, huh?

Not front page stuff, but pretty damn close.

Cyber bullying.

Hello? Hold please.

Kenneth.

Who is it?

Dizzy.

Dizzy. My man, listen, I've been meaning to call you, bro.

I heard there's a news truck out there.

Uh, news, listen, man, that's uh, that's not

nearly as bad as it looks.

Rev, what did I tell you would happen if

you did something to fuck up my money flow?

I chose your church because it was small and

yo ass was green. Now, the spotlight being on you may cost

me three or four hundred grand, nigga. Money you dirtied up with

your bullshit. Now what would you do if you were me? Huh?

Oh, now the cat got your tongue? Let me tell you

something, boy, watch how you move in these streets. You and

your bitch ass wife can get touched, you hear me?

I'ma get at you.

Let the truth fly and it will devour anything in its path.

Hopefully, to the good.

Nat can't stop crying.

I'll go get her.

Well, I told her

that we couldn't make you late for the funeral. So if-

When we had lunch two weeks ago, she made me

promise to tell her if I was going to hurt myself. Because of

Because of what happened to Lanie. I didn't have

the heart to tell her that I was already hurting inside.

I think she knew.

Yeah. She's a smart kid. Smarter than me.

With all this shit floating around in my head, I couldn't

listen to Lanie when she needed me the most.

Stewart you didn't know Lanie would do what she did.

I knew what I was doing. I just feel like if I had owned

up to the wrong that I did to you, I would've handled the

situation differently.

I'm sorry. For everything.

You don't have to say that.

This anger, I let it consume me. I'm kind of afraid if I don't

get past this shit. It's gonna eat me alive.

Let me go get Natalie.

Wait.

I know this may not be the best time.

I lied about Ben. When you asked when I stopped seeing him.

I never saw him again after that first time.

I was just so damn mad at you.

That's okay.

It's okay. I just hate that what

happened to Lanie had to happen to make us get here.

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