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Alright, 640, you're out.

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go!

Walk.

Pod 640.

Move.

Is that it?

Uh, yes, I think so.

- Yes, or you think so?
- Uh, yes.

Your balance is 345--

Oh, sorry.
Thank you.

How could you do that to me?
You just fucked me!

Motherfucker!

I'll kill you!

I'll fucking kill you!

Peterson 640.

You know why he
jacked you up, right?

No.

He was waiting on a single cell
for five years.

Was next on the list,
and they gave it to you

because you're famous.

Bell.

Lock-in time!

See you around,
Staircase.

Close her.

Dear Michael,

an old friend
visited last week

dying to see the Louvre.

Walking through
the museum reminded me

that you don't have
the luxury of relaxing

while you wait
for your appeal.

Our deadline is tight.

Trust that we are working
as fast as we can

to get your story
in front of the world

and finally get you
the trial you so deserve.

In the meantime,
you said the prison library

wasn't stimulating.

So here's a little something
to get your brain working.

Fondly, Sophie.

Café?

Just look at
my fucking face, David.

I hear you, Mike, I--

- No, I, I don't...
- I hear you.

I don't need you
to hear anything.

I just need you
to look at it.

The longer I'm in here,

the more likely it is
I'm going to get killed.

When will we know
about our appeal?

Mike, you know I don't know.

It could be tomorrow.

It could be three months.

So, three months.
Th-that-that's how long

I've got to survive?

Uh...

I'd be shocked if it went
longer than that. Sure.

I-I-I'm not supposed
to be here.

I mean, th-this wasn't
supposed to happen.

This, this wasn't
supposed to be.

Mike, I know.
I know.

Our appeal contests the seizure

of Michael's computer.

It was unconstitutional.

Without that, the State
would have no grounds

to bring in the emails,
the, the escorts.

Oh yeah.
We're, we're quite confident.

Yeah.

Of course, you can quote me.

I hope you'll quote me.

That's, that's why
I called you back.

- Sell.
- The whole set?

Mom loved them.

How's work?

What do those
movie people have you doing?

You know,
just entry-level stuff,

answering calls,
scheduling.

But they, uh, they hired
their last editor

out of admin, so...

Hmm.

You like LA?

It's fine.

The people are nicer
than you think.

Reno's just
a day away from you.

Martha, too.

You're welcome any time
you guys need a break.

Not sure Martha's boss
would let her have a day off.

Where's she at now?

Some customer service thing.

- What?

Martha's not really...

- Service oriented.
- ...pleasant.

- She's--
- Hey, hey.

- Hey!
- - Clayton/
- Hey!

You made it.

- Hey, man.
- Hey.

Hey.

Come on, sit down.
Food's warm.

Great.

I'm gonna go pour myself a beer.
Does anyone want one?

I don't think we have any.

I brought some.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm making pasta.
You want in?

I just quit my job.

Oh shit.

What happened?

Nothing. I just didn't really
want to be there anymore.

- You okay?
- Sure.

Oh, merde.

Hey, yo, Staircase!

I ain't fucking done
with you, you hear?

You hear me, yeah?
I ain't fucking done with you.

- Sit down!
- I ain't fucking done with you.

- Sit down!

Take it to your table.

Dear Michael,

I was so happy to receive
your last letter.

As I read it,
I could hear your voice,

which I have become
so familiar with

over the past year.

Which is strange,
since you have no idea

what I look like
or sound like.

What do you hear
when you read my letters?

Brigitte Bardot
or Pepe Le Pew?

Yes, the documentary
is going well,
thank you for asking.

I'm working day and night
to get it finished,

and I remain convinced
that once the world sees it,

it will help your appeal.

You gonna stab me
with that pen, Staircase?

I was thinking
I could just off myself.

Boom, boom, boom.

What do you think?

They'd make me clean it up.

You know
about stamps, right?

They're better than money.

Bring 50 "37s" to the yard,

and we'll take care
of your problem for you.

Or don't. Up to you.

Sorry about
the election, Michael.

You know I voted for you.

Oh, you were the one?

I'm so fucking
disappointed in you.

I can't believe
you opened my mail.

My house, my mail.

And don't change the subject.
This is serious.

Tulane is going to take
your scholarship away.

Well, I'm sorry.

Look, Dad, I'm just,

I'm struggling
at the moment.

Yeah, well, sorry
doesn't cut it, missy!

These grades are,
are laughable!

What the fuck
are you doing down there
in New Orleans anyway?

- Trying to get the most beads?
- Gross. No.

Look, Dad, I really,

I really feel like there's
something wrong with me.

I've, I've always had issues.

My, my friends think that I
have a learning disability--

Margie the Martyr.

That's just
medical jargon for lazy,

which I agree
you've always been.

Why are you being so awful?

- I'm going to call Mom.
I don't...
- Go right ahead.

Kathleen and I are
on the same page.

And guess what?

We're not paying for
your plane ticket home

for Thanksgiving.

Dad, stop.

We need to start saving money
for when they drop

your financial aid.

Are you kidding me?

I hate him.

What did you do this time?

I'm not going home
for Thanksgiving.

He's not getting me
my plane ticket.

Shit.

Was he, like,
normal dad angry

or was it like
spring break angry?

I don't know.
I don't know. He was...

something.

Well, if you're not going,

I'm staying
in San Francisco.

Bill, Bill, we need
to be patient.

The appellate court
has had it for months now.

Look, it's, it's all about

how many appeals were filed
ahead of yours.

Do you think that
there's any chance

that we could expedite
with an oral argument?

Our case is strong.
You said so yourself.

Just sit tight.
This is going to be in
the rearview in no time.

I need to get back
to the kids.

Okay.
How are they doing?

You know,
their 60-year-old father

was just brutally assaulted
by a meth head

and thrown into
solitary confinement for a week.

How do you think
they're doing?

I'm doing everything

in my power
to help him, Bill.

And I'm selling
everything the man owned

to keep writing you checks.

So you learning Spanish?

No. No,
you don't really need to.

I mean, Cabo's mostly
resort town.

Lot of Americans.

That's why the timeshare
business is booming.

Here.

The girls, man.

You know, you should
come down sometime.

Nate knows
all the good spots.

Yeah, I don't see Becky
letting me do that.

What do you mean
"letting" you do that?

Just bring her.

Hey.

Get over here.

- Got the stamps?
- Fifty, right?

Yo, Staircase.

What's good?

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Jesus!

He alright?

He's worried you won't
be cool because he's white.

That true?
My skin make you nervous?

What? No.

- Does it make you nervous?
- No, of course not.

I can tell by the way
you said that you're lying.

- I don't like liars.
- I'm not. I'm just, uh...

I, I don't know
how things work.

Hey, we ain't got
a problem taking

a white guy's money.

Unless you're
in the Brotherhood.

You're not a Nazi,
huh, Staircase?

No, of course not.

I voted for Gore.

"Voted for Gore."

Alright, man, we all set.

Hit me up every Monday,
you stay set.

You ain't got to worry
about that crackhead no more.

Alright, man.

Hey.

You lift?

Dear Sophie,

despite my doubts
about a higher power,

my hands are clasped
in prayer for you

to get the documentary out
sooner rather than later.

My appeal is set
to be decided on

in less than three months.

I always felt the documentary
was the best way

for people to hear
my side of the story.

I feel I must ask a question
that is long overdue.

Why on earth are you
still writing to me?

You're a smart,
accomplished woman

in the prime of her life

who sounds surprisingly
like Pepe Le Pew.

And I'm a convicted criminal

waiting for some
assholes in black robes

to admit mistakes were made
and free me.

The fractured cartilage

in Kathleen's thyroid
indicates

a strangulation
attempt is...

merely possible.

I would say it was
highly, highly likely

an attempt
at strangulation was made.

But can you say that

with a reasonable degree

of medical certainty?

Yes. Yes, I can.

Of course, I miss her.

I miss seeing her face
every morning.

I miss her laughing
at my jokes,

even when
they weren't funny.

What can I do about it,
you know?

Her being gone
and this trial,

I can't change any of it.

I'm worried about you.

A great deal
of selfishness and ego

goes away with age.

You can't help it,
you know.

You watch yourself get old
and fat and stupid.

And so you worry
about other things.

Other people.

Those you love.

Like you guys.

- Kathleen.
- Carol.

Hi. Hi!

I can't believe this.

I was just talking
about you last night.

- Oh.
I was telling my friends

how you set me free.

Aw.

Oh. Okay.

Oh man,
it is good to see you.

You too.
You look good.

Yeah, I am good.

- Where are you working now?
- Bowman and Girard.

It's a mid-sized firm
downtown.

Money's good?

Not great.

About little more
than half

of what I was making.

But it's fine.

The hours are
completely humane.

You know, when I took
a step back

away from it all,

I can see I was really,
really struggling at Nortel.

But it used
to be fun, right?

I mean... it was work,

but we were doing
pretty well.

Yeah.

Then it changed.

Now, I can actually
see my kids.

We've even got
a Club Med trip planned.

Turks and Caicos.

- Can you believe it?
- Oh, that's great, Carol.

That's... it's really great.

Hi.

Hi. Um, this is
a family heirloom.

I'm sorry,
it's not for sale.

I'm sorry.

Larry.
You should have called, Larry.

We would have
let you in first.

Oh, that's okay.

Didn't want to be a bother.

But weren't there two?

- Two what?
- Deer.

Uh, to be honest,
I have no idea.

Well, how much you want
for this bad boy?

- Oh no, no, no, no.
- Nonsense.

Michael needs the money.

Let's call it...
a hundred.

Thank you.

Remember, I'm right
next door if you need me.

Oh, come on.

- I'm retired now.
- Oh.

Got nothing but time.

So, for my peace of mind,

I need someone dedicated

to making the commissary
deposits every week.

It's, it's all my food,

uh, writing materials, stamps.

- It's, it's everything.
- I can take over.

No, I've got it.

I've done it
the past six months.
It's fine.

Yeah. But you're in Mexico,
and I'm in the states.
It's easier.

You know they have
banks in Mexico.

I'm just trying
to give you a break.

Let's just say it's Todd, okay.

It's Todd.
You get the dogs.

I hate
those fucking dogs.

You know, Bill's expecting
a good haul

from the estate sale.

And the house?
Any interest?

Uh...

we're less optimistic there.

What's that supposed
to mean?

It, it's looking like it's going
to go for less than asking.

What, like a million?

More like...
seven-fifty. Seven.

Seven?
Are you kidding me?

It's got six
fucking bathrooms!
Why?

Because of what
happened in there.

So I'm going to be broke
when I get out of here.

- Yo, man,

I don't have
to fucking be here!

Okay, okay.

I fucking don't.

- This is horrible.
- Clay.

It is. I don't know
how I survived--

You only did four years.

- I know.
- And you were guilty.

Sorry.

Sorry. I'm just...

I'm just upset
about losing the house.

Okay. Slower still, yes?

Thoughts?

Notes?

One more time, please.

Dear Michael,

I've so enjoyed
our correspondence.

Perhaps too much.

Because of that,
I need distance,

and I will be taking
a break from writing you.

I hope you understand.

To keep you occupied, I'm
sending along another book,

since you're sticking
to your lie

that you finished Proust.

It was my favorite
as a young girl.

But I haven't read it
in years.

I'm hoping you can read it
and then tell me

if it's as good
as I remember.

I fear my memory
has distorted

my perception of it.

Hopefully, you can tell me
I'm wrong.

Fondly, Sophie.

Dear Sophie,
I'm sad to know

you can't write me
for a time.

But I understand.

I know how complicated
life can be.

I felt I had to respond

to thank you
for the book, though.

It was also one of my
favorites when I was young.

I've often felt like Alice
during this whole ordeal.

Like I've gone through
the looking glass.

And prison is every bit
the hell it's made out to be.

Worse than war.

Hell, war was even
fun sometimes.

But it's full
of interesting people

who can be funny,
gentle, loyal.

It's hard to square up with
what I know they've done.

Head count, gentlemen.

Let's go, gentlemen.

It'll make
for a good novel one day.

I can feel my imagination
turning on

thanks to you.

I've actually been thinking
a lot about Paris lately.

Closing my eyes
and imagining

this little cafe
Kathleen and I used
to frequent in the 4th.

La Reine Rouge.
Do you know it?

When I win my appeal,
I would like nothing more

than to go there with you.

We could sit, have a glass
of wine, and people watch.

I feel like
you'd enjoy that too.

You documentary subject
and hopefully one day, friend,

Michael Peterson.

Oh, merci.

Can you say that
with reasonable degree

of medical certainty?

Yes. Yes, I can.

Okay.

Et voilà...

Clayton?

Oh!

It's too hot outside
for that shit.

You girls were really
something tonight. Come on in.

Oh, can't stop,
won't stop.

Okay.

Come on in.
We'll show you the place.

I like it.
I like it.

2,400 square feet.

Brand new construction.

A tub you could drown in.

And fuck me...

the pool.

It's a goddamn work of art.

You ladies...

yeah, you'd look
pretty good next to it.

Hmm. Hmm.

When you come to Cabo...

no one knows who you are.

You can do anything you want.

It's fantastic.

Well, my family's been
vacationing here for years,

so everybody knows us.

Well, that's exactly why
you need this place.

And I-I'm telling you,
we could have you

in this condo by Monday.

Oh, easily.

Keys in hand.
Done, yours.

That is crazy.

Real estate takes
forever in Boston.

Well, you know...

things are faster down here.

Uh, ten rolls
of stamps, please.

Any stationery?
- Uh, not today. No.

Oh, and one of those
honey buns, actually.

- Alright.

Try again next week.

Try again?

- No money, no order.
- What?

There's no money
in your account.

No, my son Todd puts,
puts money in every week.

- Just look again.
- Why would I look again
when there's nothing to see?

Check next week.

You don't understand.
I need this.

I really need this.

Step out of line, 640.

- Please, I don't...
- Now.

- No, I need this!
- Step out of line now!

- Hey, Staircase.
- Hey.

Hey, BK.
How's it going?

Chillin'.
You seem hyped though.

I don't have the stamps.

Not today.

Soon.

I see.

I just need one more day.
That's all.

I need the stamps,

or J-Smoke gonna fuck
your ass up.

This ain't
no damn charity.

Start the game over.

So my son forgot.

He didn't put money in the...

It's a free country.

Stand where you got
to stand.

Thank you.

Fuck! Fuck!

Oh shit!

Oh shit!

Oh my god.

Pick up, Nate.
Pick up, Nate.

- Fuck!

Fuck!

Dude. What happened
last night?

Are you joking?

There's blood.

Goddamn it, dude.

You fucked up
the whole deal.

Nate, Nate,
what happened to the girl?

- What girl?
- The one that I was, um,

that I was hanging with,
the girl with the pink bra.

What? She left
right after you fell

and hit your head
or something.

You better not have
fucked the place up.

Yo, Todd.

Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. So she's okay?

Whatever. She's got
a massive fucking hangover.

But... look, bro,

you need to lock
your shit down.

Otherwise, we're gonna
have to rethink

this whole
business arrangement.

And I set my account
to auto-pay, so it'll
never happen again.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Yeah, of course, Dad.

What the hell happened
with Todd?

It's not like him.

I don't know,
he must be really busy

with his real estate thing.

He says it's going
really well.

Oh, good for him.

Hey. Dad.

It's just...
this is a lot.

I wasn't going to mention this
until things were...

What? Oh god, what?
What? What is it?

No, it's, it's good.
Becky's pregnant.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh wow.

You're going to be
a grandfather.

Come here.

Alright, 640,
make space.

Um...

well, I, uh,

I hope my appeal
comes through
be-before he's born.

You know, I want
to be there for you.

Well, David says any day now.

And we think it's going
to be a she.

A she?

Oh wow.
Now girls are a handful.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah, that's...

...that's what
I keep hearing.

Yeah.

Oh my god.

Whoa, whoa, Margaret,
what are you talking about?

Dad didn't tell you?

I thought you were
on the same page.

Wait. Wait.
What happened?

He went through my mail,

found out I got
some bad grades,

and flipped out,
that's what happened.

He told me
you weren't going

to buy me a ticket home
for Thanksgiving.

So, I'm not coming.

Well, no...

I can give you
the money for a ticket.

Mike doesn't need to know.

It's too late.
I made other plans.

With who?

I'm going
to Aunt Blair's.

Aunt Blair's?

Oh, come on, you do not want
to go to Rhode Island.

Whatever.
I, I've got to study.

I'll see you at Christmas,
if I'm invited.

Kathleen.

Your table's ready.

- Oh.
- It's been too long.

George,
so good to see you.

She really did seem lighter

not working
at Nortel, you know.

There was
a brightness to her.

- Good for her.
- Check in with her
in six months.

- What does that mean?
- Well, she's, um,

she'll be tearing
her hair out with boredom.

She's addicted
to the grind.

Another bottle?

It's pricey.

You really think you have
everyone's number, don't you?

I mean,
I think I got Carol's.

I'd love for someone
to take the wheel.

Have an easier job.
No job.

What are you talking about?

You're a workaholic, too.

What would you even do?

Uh, go fishing more,
for starters.

Uh, no, you wouldn't.

Everything okay,
Mr. Peterson?

Yes, George. Fantastic.

Um, another Sancerre.

Fine choice, Mr. Peterson.

Oh, Kathleen,
I've been meaning to tell you.

We're going to my sister's
for Thanksgiving.

So thank you
for the invitation, but...

Maybe just I can come?

Well, I'm thinking of sitting
this year out, actually.

Oh really?

Yes, Kathleen,
do say more.

Well, some of the kids
aren't coming home.

Who?

Don't you look so surprised.

Margaret.

She's going to Rhode Island
to be with Aunt Blair.

Aunt Blair?

Jesus, that kid's
a glutton for punishment.

What about Martha?

She hasn't picked up
her phone.

I'm sorry, honey.

I know how important
Thanksgiving is to you.

No, it's okay.

My sister's been begging
to host for a decade,

so I might just take a page
out of the Carol playbook

and take the night off.

Hey. A toast to giving
ourselves a break.

Yeah.
To, uh, what's her name?

- Carol.
- Carol?

- To Carol.
- To Carol.

So, since we're going
to be out of town,

you know what
that means, buddy?

- What?
- You're going to have

- to come over and feed the bats.

Have we told you the latest
with those fucking things?

Who knew they were
so hard to get rid of?

- Hmm?

- Do you mind?
- Hm.

Thanks.

You know, for the assist.

The other day, you know.

Not telling me to scram.

Sorry to hear
what happened.

Oh.

That's all sorted out now,
so I'm...

No, I'm, I'm good
for a while.

You know, my, uh...

my youngest
was busy with work.

And my oldest, Clayton?

I'm going to be
a grandfather.

You're really relaxed.

When I lost,
it took me a minute.

Lost? Lost what?

In October 2003,

novelist Michael Peterson
was convicted

of the murder of his wife,

Nortel executive
Kathleen Peterson.

His defense team
led by David Rudolf

immediately filed
for an appeal.

But today,
a three-judge panel

rejected Peterson's arguments
that his trial was filled

with inflammatory,
irrelevant evidence

and judicial mistakes
that prevented him

from getting a fair trial.

The decision comes nearly
a year after his conviction.

Now, Michael Peterson
and his defense team

are headed to the
North Carolina Supreme Court

where they will have
one final...

So, hang, hang on a second.
Can you hear me?

- Can you hear me?
- Yeah, I can hear you.

Okay. Um, look, Mike,

we obviously didn't want you

to find out
this way, alright?

I'm, I'm sorry.

Oh, you didn't want me
to find out standing

next to Bob the pedophile?

You didn't think that was ideal?

Look, I, I understand
your anger, Mike.

It was one appeal
in a stack of a thousand.

Uh, we didn't know

when we were going to hear,
and we can't exactly just,

you know,
ring your doorbell, so...

What does it say?
What does it say?

The ruling?
Can you send me a copy?

Yeah, we'll send it.
Of course, we'll send it.

It says, you know,
they actually agreed

with our argument
that the state's conduct

in seizing your computer
was unconstitutional.

So why am I
still fucking here?

Because then they ruled
two-to-one that it was...

Immaterial to
the final outcome.

Wait, immaterial to the outcome?

My fucking life.
The outcome?

Yes. That what they
found on your computer

didn't sway the jury
one way or another.

Well, listen, listen.

Because it was
a split decision,

the appeal
automatically goes up

to the state supreme court.

And our odds are much better
at that level.

So how long will that take?

Well, uh,
could be another year.

- Or... or two.
- Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I know. Well...

I am with you

until this is over.

Right here.

You know that, right?

Come on, I can't get
off this call

if you're mad at me.

No, I'm not mad, Dave.

I, I got to go.

- Alright, uh--

Let me, uh...

let me see if I can get her.

Can you guys...

can you guys hold on?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I'm here.

Okay, cool. One second.

- You okay, bro?
- Yeah.

Yeah, all good.

Hey.

I can be in
San Francisco tomorrow.

I'm fine.

Okay, let me,
let me loop the boys in.

So what's important
to remember

is that this
isn't the end.

There's going to be
a second appeal.

Is this just going
to go on for years?

It has not been years.

It's been, what,
maybe ten months?

It's been three years
since Mom...

Look, we just need to...
buckle up.

Alright? Refuel.

Right. There's still moves
left on the board.

Yeah. It'll all be fine.

Bonjour.

Um, no.

...one night, she was...

You know, this, this
house is, is filled...

...with so many memories.

You know, I, I feel her here.

I, I just always think

she might walk through
that door any moment.

Smiling, laughing,

reminding me that I'm,
I'm late for something.

Oh!

Hi.

- Oh my god.
- Oh god.

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

I got it. I got it.

I got it. I got it.

I didn't mean to scare you.
I, I, uh...

- You're, you're new here, right?
- Uh, yeah, kinda.

Dearest Margaret,

We've never met,
but I spent

many precious hours
with you and your family.

This documentary is
the result of those hours.

We hope we did justice
to your family's story.

Please know that to me,
this is not the end.

Yours truly, Sophie,

editor, Maha Productions.

Hey, 640.

Visiting hours.

What?

Staircase.

Michael.

Sophie.

- You're here.

I am here.

Yes.

Wow.