04x06 - Physics

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Previously on Rectify...

We could get up to 500k.

A half-million dollars?

Zeke didn't wake up this morning.

He's unconscious.

You're filled with resentment for me.

What?

Did something happened today?

Or is it just Pre-Traumatic Mom Disorder?

I'd like to get divorced, Tawney.

Would you grant that for me?

You may have a divorce, Teddy.

Everybody here knows what you're gonna say, go ahead and give voice to it.

We r*ped Hanna Dean.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(GROANS)

(RAPID KNOCKING)

(GRUNTS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(SIGHS)

(CLATTER)

(LOCK TURNS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

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, sh*t.

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.

(SIGHS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

sh*t.

(BALMORHEA'S "BOWSPRIT" PLAYING)

(BELL JINGLES)

(BR549'S "CHEROKEE BOOGIE" PLAYS)

♪ Well, a Cherokee chief as he dances along ♪
♪ He does an Indian boogie to a white man's song ♪

This place seems popular.

♪ Hey-ho-a-lina ♪

It was in a book.

You mean you've never been here?

I've been meaning to.

Where do you usually eat?

(BELL JINGLES)

From a sack.

(SCATTING)

(BELL JINGLES)

♪ Singing, "Hey-ho-a-lina" ♪
♪ Hey-ho-a-lina ♪
♪ Hey-ho-a-lina ♪
♪ Hey-ho-a-lina ♪
♪ Well, hey-ho-a-lina ♪

(SIGHS)

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... (BELL JINGLES) something.

I had to park a couple of blocks away.

♪ Hey-ho-a-lina ♪

(SCATTING)

Maybe the line's shorter at the restroom.

Be right back.

(FOOTSTEPS DEPART)

♪ Hey-ho-a-lina ♪
♪ Hey-ho-a-lina ♪
♪ Hey-ho-a-lina ♪
♪ Hey-ho-a-lina ♪
♪ Hey-ho-a-lina ♪

(SCATTING)

Mother said that, uh... you're going to where Patsy Cline d*ed.

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

I'm going to the place where she almost d*ed, 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.

(HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE)

I guess it does.

Listen, Daniel.

When I asked you to leave the house that night, I was pretty angry.

Understandable, Ted.

(HONKING CONTINUES)

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.

(BELL JINGLES)

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...

(SIGHS)

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.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TAB POPS)

I know how you feel, buddy.

(GROANS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

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.

(OVEN DOOR CLOSES)

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?

(MUG THUDS)

He gave a deposition about two months ago, swearing that he, George Melton, and Trey Willis r*ped Hannah.

That night 20 years ago.

sh*t.

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 b*rned 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.

(WATER RUNNING)

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.

(BUG THUDS)

Will you set the table, please?

(REFRIGERATOR DOOR CLOSES)

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 sh*t 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.

(SILVERWARE CLINKING)

(SIGHS)

(DRAWER CLOSES)

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.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

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.

(ENGINE STARTS)

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?

sh*t, 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.

sh*t, 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.

Daniel: 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.

(SOBS)

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

(SIGHS)

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.

(SIGHS) 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.

(SIGHS) 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.

(CHUCKLES) 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.

(CHUCKLES)

So why not?

(ENGINE STARTS)

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.

(RAGGED BREATHING)

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.

(VOICE BREAKING) But I know you're in... in a better place.

I surely do.

(SOBBING)

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

Accept him.

Bless him.

Please, Lord.

In Jesus' name.

Bobby Dean: That's when he looked at me strange, and he said, "Trey went back."

Interviewer: 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 r*ped Hanna Dean that night.

Have you spoken to Mr. Nelms?

The problem with your m*rder case against Trey Willis is motive.

Why would Trey k*ll George to keep him quiet about a r*pe 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 k*lled George?

I'm still waiting.

(SIGHS)

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 thr*at?

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 r*ped Hanna Dean.

And the third r*pist, Christopher Nelms, your star witness in the George Melton m*rder case?

He was called in the day after Ms. Dean was r*ped and strangled to death and then sent home without being questioned.

That is not right, Sondra.

That will never be right.

(SIGHS)

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?

(SCOFFS)

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.

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS IN DISTANCE)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Hello?

(DOOR OPENS)

(BEEPING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

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.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

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. (CHUCKLES)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

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 d*ed.

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.

Daniel: 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.

(LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(WATER RUNNING)

It's me.

(WATER STOPS)

Janet: How was your adventure?

It was long. Glad I did it.

Don't think I would do it again.

(SPRINGS CREAK)

(SIGHS)

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.

(KETTLE THUDS)

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 sh*t 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.

(DOOR OPENS)

(CHAIR SCRAPES)

One sh*t, one g*dd*mn k*ll.

I was dead on.

(SHELL CLINKS)

(g*nsh*t)

(SHELL CLINKS)

Okay!

I see how you fly now!

I know a little something about physics!

Some.

(WHIRRING)

All right, watch this.

Ow.

Aah!

(GROANS)

Oh, God.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(GRUNTS)

Teddy, you dumb bastard. God almighty.

(GROANS)

(RINGING)

Dispatcher: 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 sh*t 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.

(CELLPHONE CLATTERS)

Oh, God.

(GROANS)

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Hell of a day.

(WAILING CONTINUES)