01x07 - A Still Small Voice

[bunniefuu]

-Grasso?
-[Tom Brandis] Yeah.

All that says
is a complaint was filed

when he was a member
of another Task Force.

Come on, there's a pattern.

But there's no evidence.

Even if Grasso led Cliff there
and... and I believe he did,

no Snapchat exchanges
between the two of 'em.

-They're not recoverable.
-No. f*ck that.

No, Aleah, I'm sorry,
but this...

-We... he can't just keep getting away with.
-This investigation

is now in the hands of OPS.

No, but he outplayed them once,
maybe more than once.

Yeah.

Let's at least go to Wissahickon
Park and take a look around.

We owe that much to Lizzie.

[Sam] Tom?

Will you stay with me
until I fall asleep?

Sure.

It's just temporary.

Look, we... we can't do
anything in the middle of the night.

First thing tomorrow morning,
we'll go to the park,

see what turns up, alright?

[♪ Soft, dramatic music playing]

[train horn blowing in distance]

[car door closes]

[Vincent Hawkes] You're late.

Mother Club met this morning.

We got a dead federal agent.

We need to cut ties with
anyone and everyone

who can connect us
to this f*ck' disaster.

Feds came by yesterday
asking about Grasso,

and I told 'em he'd been
acting strange lately, and erratic.

So, when it happens,
it won't be a surprise.

And another thing
came through this morning.

There's a runner
named Lee Whitehead,

operates outta Reading.

He moved 11 kilos last night
to a Colombian DTO.

My sources say the drugs
came from a young woman.

Forget the money.

We're way past
the f*ck' money.

We need to clean house
right now.

That's a lot of money
to forget, Vincent.

[lighter flicking]

Look, all I'm saying is that
you got sources in Reading.

At least worth calling down
and asking around

about the young woman, right?

Right.

I'll do that.

[phone buzzing]

Hey.

This is who I think it is?

Where do I stand, Vincent?

[Vincent] Jayson still with you?

-Yeah.
-Well, here's my offer.

You take care of that kid
for your brothers

before he brings us all
to our knees.

If he's dead by the morning,
I won't come looking for you.

Per?

Perry?

[phone flips closed]

[sighs]

[sniffling]

[breathing deeply]

[water running]

[water turning off]

[door opens]

-[door closes]
-[footsteps approaching]

[Jayson Wilkes]
Hey. Shower's broke.

Had to wash in the
f*cking sink. [chuckles]

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

I'll fix the shower.

-[knife drops]
-[drawer closes]

[♪ Soft music playing]

[insects chirring]

[water lapping softly]

[♪ Soft music continues playing]

[birdsong]

[Emily] Okay.

Um, what do you think?

Should we do, um,
socks in this drawer, or...

-[drawer opens]
-I don't know.

[drawer closes]

[Emily] Alright, we've
got underwear, socks,

pajamas, t-shirts.

-What are we missing?
-[Tom] Toothbrush.

A bathing suit,
in case we decide

to take him swimming at the Y.

And, um, uh, let him...

let him pick out a couple things
for his bedroom.

What kind of things
for his bedroom?

Posters, uh, stickers.
I don't know, whatever he wants.

When Ethan and Em
came home for the first time,

the social worker encouraged us

to let 'em decorate
their own bedrooms,

so they felt like they had
a place that was their own.

[pencil scribbling]

How long do you, uh,
plan on keeping him here?

Well, the conservator
said they'd call

as soon as they had
a permanent home for him.

Could be three weeks.
Could be six months.

We don't know.

-[Sara sighs]
-[Tom] Hm.

I have to ask, 'cause,
uh, it's been on my mind,

and, uh, I'm not good
at letting things fester.

Mm, I'm aware of that.

-You hate festering.
-Is this bringing Sam here

your way of making up
for what happened with Ethan?

What? No.

-Well, like trying to rebalance the universe, or...
-No.

No, it's got nothing
to do with your brother.

Nothing at all.

-Good.
-[door opens]

-[Aleah Clinton] It's just me again.
-[door closes]

Uh, morning.
We're in the kitchen.

-Morning.
-Let me guess.

You two, uh... [sighs]

Aren't heading
out to the career fair.

Oh, I... I'm staying
out of this one.

No career fair, no Task.

We're just tying up
some loose ends.

Alright. While you're
tying up loose ends,

you let me know
if he falls down again

or can't remember his own name.

-Will do.
-[Tom chuckles]

Have a good day.

-Eagles-Cowboys, 20-20.
-Come on! For Christ's sake,

-get upstairs and get packed.
-Jake Elliott, 60 yards for the win.

-We're gonna be late.
-[imitating expl*si*n]

-Hey.
-Hey!

-It's a tie. Wow.
-Mom!

You know what
your father's like.

Drops you off whenever he likes,
but I'm a second late,

-and he's crucifying me.
-[door opens]

-Hey, Uncle Ant.
-Hey, hey!

-Hi, buddy.
-Hey, Uncle Ant.

-[kisses smacking]
-Hey, don't mess with my hair.

-What are you doin' here?
-[grunting]

I got some work in the area,
I thought I'd pop in.

Boys, upstairs, get packed.

-Come on.
-No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

-You good?
-Yeah.

-Staying out of trouble?
-Trying my best, you know.

[Frankie] Get in here.
Let me see your face.

Uh, what's good?

Oh, you know, counting the
seconds till happy hour commences.

Where you been at?
I called you Wednesday.

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry.
I, um, I've been stuck

on this f*cking Task assignment.

Ooh, are you seeing anybody?

I met this girl
at the gym, Chloe.

-She's, uh, she's...
-Frankie, never again.

-You remember the last time you set me up?
-What?

Cat lady? What cat lady?

You know. You know.

Well, Chloe hates cats.

It's the first question
I asked her, "Do you like cats?"

-Mm.
-"Mm."

What are you
making that sound for?

You wanna be alone
the rest of your life?

I'm not alone.
I got you, I got the boys.

You're the only guy I know
who's actively trying not to get laid.

Yeah.

What's going on?

Listen, some, um...

Some things are gonna come out.

About me.

After all these years,
they found out it was you

stealing from the collection
basket at Immaculate Heart?

[whispering] No.

Jesus, Ant, what is it?

You remember when Mom got sick?

And we wanted to move her
out of that home,

that... that, uh,
shitty place in Crum Lynne?

And we found that spot in Radnor
with the view of the garden.

Yeah, your, uh, your friend
knew somebody?

Yeah, I didn't...
I didn't have a friend.

I... I paid the money.

Just like when this house
came on the market,

and you and the boys
needed to get away from Chris.

It wasn't some, uh, some
colleague giving us a deal.

I... I paid the money.

Uh, money I got
doing things for people

I shouldn't have been
involved with.

And, uh, and now,
'cause of me...

this girl got k*lled.

[whispering] Oh, my God.

Uh, and... and...

you're saying... you're saying
the police say they know?

Nah, they don't know that.
I'm gonna... I'm gonna tell 'em.

Yeah, you just... just...
if you wait just a second.

[whispering] I can't, Frankie.

I can't live with it no more.

I'm suffocating, you know.

[nephew] Mom, you ready?

Uh, just get in the car,
I'll be right out.

[nephew]
You just said that we're late.

Get in the car! [softly] Christ.

Go, f*ck' be with the boys.

I'll catch up with you later.

[whispering] Anthony...

I know who you are.

Alright? No matter
what they say, I know.

[footsteps receding]

[Tom] Is anyone here
ever after hours?

[ranger] No.
We roll out about sunset,

about eight or nine o'clock.

I sent a few of my guys
out scouring

-after you called this morning.
-[Tom] Mm-hmm?

Casey's the one who found it.

And how are we
just discovering this now?

We've got over 50 miles
of trails out here.

If you're not looking for
something, you're not gonna find it.

Did you run the plates?

Yeah, it came back to a car
reported stolen that night.

[Tom] Mm.

[Aleah grunting]

-[car creaking]
-[Aleah] Okay.

-Tom?
-Mm?

[sighs] Looks shot.

Doubtful we're pulling
anything off it.

[sighs]

Hey, how many acres you say
you have up here?

[ranger] Thirty-five hundred.

That time of night
all the way out here?

How many phones you think
pinged off these cell towers?

Not many.

[Tom] Let's pull the records,
see what we find.

[♪ Inquisitive music playing]

[police radio chatter]

[♪ Dramatic music playing]

[camera clicking]

[camera continues clicking]

Detective, you're gonna want
to take a look at that.

[police radio chatter continues]

[camera clicking]

[camera clicking]

[sighs deeply]

[Jayson] What's the plan, Per?

[Perry Dorazo] Hey.

I don't think it's smart for us
to stay here much longer.

I've been thinkin'
about that bag.

Robbie sold those drugs
before he ever got up there.

It makes sense, right?

We think they're missin',
we don't go lookin'.

If he sold 'em,
then where's the money?

Could only be one place.

Maeve's.

Call Breaker.

Tell him to meet us in Allentown
off the turnpike.

We'll pay her a visit.

[Breaker] Whoa, whoa, wait.

Where'd you find the bag?

What do you mean,
nothing was in it?

[sighs] What's at Maeve's house?

-Alright, I'll grab Donna's car.
-[phone flips closed]

-Holy sh*t.
-[Maeve] I know. I'm freaking out.

[sighs]

[sniffling]

So, this woman just
showed up at your door

and was like,
"Here's a million dollars"?

Yeah. Never met her
before in my life.

So, what are you
gonna do with it?

I don't know.

[sighs deeply]

Part of me wants to hand it
over to the cops

and just be done
with it all, you know?

But the other part of me
knows that Robbie died

so we could have it.

Maybe I shouldn't f*ck that up.

So, keep it.

Yeah, but somebody has to know
this money's out there.

Somebody has to be
lookin' for it.

Hide it.

Somewhere close to the house...

where you can
keep watch over it.

Put it there, and wait.

Six months. A year.

And if the cops
come looking and find it...

well, you didn't know it
was there. Robbie hid it.

[chickens clucking]

And if no one ever comes...

[sighs] ...then you go

and make a new life
with the kids.

[Tom] [muttering]
I want you to see that.

[Kathleen McGinty] W-Why am
I looking at cell tower records?

We pulled that from a tower
in Wissahickon Park.

[Aleah] That number
pinged at 11:03 p.m.

The phone belongs to Ray Lyman.

Wait. Ray Lyman?

How'd his phone get down there?

Weren't we using it
to communicate with Cliff

-at Bailey Park?
-No. We thought we were.

[groaning] Oh, God.

Whatever you two are gettin' at,

I wish to f*ck you'd
hurry up and get at it.

The phone was swapped by Grasso.

That's why Cliff
never showed that night.

-Oh, my God.
-[Tom] And the only way to prove it is to get

into that evidence locker,

which we no longer
have access to

because of the pending
OPS investigation.

Come on, Kath,
you know how these cases go.

Without that,
Grasso's gonna walk.

I know. I'm just f*ck' annoyed

that I have to
get off this couch

and put on some real pants.

Ah, sh*t.

Says one every eight hours. When's
the last time you had one of these?

What are you, my f*cking
accountant? Gave me the pills.

There's one other thing.

[sighs] What the f*ck is it now?

We're gonna need our g*ns back.

[wine glass scraping]

[sighs]

Okay.

I'm gonna need you to help me
put my pants on upstairs.

Come on, come on, you can
do it with your eyes closed.

[sipping loudly]

[dog barking faintly]

Why'd you call me, Donna?

Uh, Breaker's been
hiding out here.

I heard him talking on the phone
this morning to Jayson.

About Maeve.

Maeve. Who's Maeve?

Billy Prendergrast's daughter.

Just a young girl, she's got
nothing to do with any of this.

Oh, okay.

He said they were gonna
go down over there.

Her place.

Where are they?

-Donna.
-[sighs]

Don't f*ck with me.

Where are they?

[dog continues barking faintly]

They went down
to my mom's old place.

Where?

Stroudsburg.

Bishop Hollow Road.

[door opens]

[door closes]

{\an8}[Donna] Why are they
going after Maeve, anyway?

{\an8}[Vincent]
I got a pretty good idea why,

{\an8}but they'll never get that far.

[♪ Soft, dramatic music playing]

[light splashing]

[phone buzzing]

Yeah?

[Breaker] [on phone] It's me.

Any news?

[Breaker] Jay, they...

Break, what is it?

They found Eryn's body, Jay.
Out at Dyer's Quarry.

{\an8}And that's not all they found.

-Jay?
-[sighs]

Jay, you still there?

-Jay.
-[sighs heavily]

[vehicles rumbling]

[motorcycles revving]

Jay!

We gotta go!

-[knife slicing]
-[grunting]

-[Jayson breathing heavily]
-[Perry gasping, choking]

[whispering]
I know what you did.

I know.

-[flesh squelching]
-[Perry exclaiming, gurgling]

They're coming. Oh...

They're comin'.

[vehicles approaching]

-[knife slicing]
-[Perry grunting]

[r*fle c*ck]

[♪ Dramatic vocal music playing]

♪

[birdsong]

[Sara] Okay, one more
should do it. [sighs]

[sighs] What do you think?

-One more.
-Oh. [laughing]

Okay.

You're gonna be sleeping
inside of a zoo every night.

Does your brother like animals?

-Ethan? Yeah.
-Um...

He was the neighborhood
dog walker for years.

One time, Mrs. Heinrich's dog
went missing.

-You remember that?
-Yeah.

Eventually, we all sort of
gave up looking,

but not Ethan.

He stayed out all night
with his backpack

and his headlamp.

And he found that dog
in Chatham Park.

Oh! I am starving.

Should we have lunch?

Uh, yeah. Uh, we have...

peanut butter and jelly.

-And we have...
-Could we maybe go to Dairy Queen?

Oh, my God.

-[Emily] What?
-[Sam] What?

I have not had DQ in so long.

-[Emily and Sam laughing]
-And why not?

Well, I had a baby.

And, um, when you have a baby...

like, weird things
happen to your body,

and all you want is for it
to go back to the way it was

before you had a baby.

And the way to do that
is to not eat sundaes.

And I don't know why...
why I'm telling you all this.

-[Emily and Sam laughing]
-Come on, let's go to Dairy Queen.

I'm gonna destroy
a Peanut Buster Parfait.

[Emily chuckles]

[Tom sighs]

You never told me about Sam.

[grunting] Yeah, we, uh...

My wife Susan and I,
before she...

we were... we were
registered foster parents,

so I figured, you know,
better with me

than somebody else, you know?

Yeah, that's good.
I'm glad he's with you.

[Tom sighs]

-[car door opens]
-[Kathleen sighs]

Okay.

Ray Lyman's burner phone.

Try it.

[phone clicking]

-Nothing.
-sh*t.

It's a plant.

We're gonna have to find
the real phone.

Which requires a search warrant,
submitted by the SAC

-and approved by a federal...
-Or a savvy young analyst

who's looking to get a promotion
before his boss retires.

[chuckles]

Cindy...

sh*t.

[clearing throat]

I need you to do something for
me that we're not allowed to do,

and you're gonna
do it anyway, okay?

-Okay. Yeah.
-Great.

-Hey.
-[Kathleen] [on phone] Ray Lyman's phone

last pinged on Saturday
night, 12:58 a.m.

-Fountain block in Roxborough.
-Where's that?

-Fountain Street is here.
-Yeah?

Grasso's house, two blocks away.

We're heading over to Grasso's.

Put a track lock on his cell.
If he moves, I wanna know.

Is there still time for me
to say this isn't a good idea?

I'm a million miles
past good ideas, Kath.

[Vincent] [on phone]
Where are you now?

[Dorsey] Outside Grasso's house.

Any word yet from Reading
on that money?

You were right. We got a lead.

-My guys are on it.
-See that?

[Dorsey] Aren't you glad I
suggested we dig a little deeper?

Keep that in mind when you
divvy up the money, alright?

[Vincent] [on phone]
Let's just clean this up,

and then we'll figure out
the money.

[♪ Hip-hop music
playing faintly]

Ant?

[♪ Hip-hop music continues]

Anthony.

♪

♪ I said flex ♪

♪ You shittin' me,
I got a .44 sidepiece ♪

♪ You kiddin' me, that's
my b*tch, she on my leash ♪

♪ We on my leash,
eatin' what I eat ♪

♪ Follow my lead ♪

Hey, sit down.

Sit down.

[♪ Hip-hop music
continues playing]

[music turning off]

Here. You want a Coke?

Go ahead.

There you go.

So, what was the plan, Mike?

Make it look like I did
myself in and you, what,

you just stumbled upon me?

Huh?

I don't know how you kept this
up as long as you have, Mike.

I mean, two years,
I feel like I aged 20.

I don't sleep, I eat like sh*t,
my legs are restless all night.

I used to feel that way, too.

You... you find ways
to rationalize it, you know.

I mean, I put my three boys
through college.

Yeah, I know you did.

Listen, I spoke to OPS, alright?

I'm going in tomorrow morning
without a lawyer.

-Wait, wait, wait.
-I'm done, Mike. I'm done.

L-Listen to me, there's...
there's still a way out of this.

Jayson and Perry are dead.

-And the money.
-How do you know that?

-We know where it is.
-How do you know they're dead?

-Robbie Prendergrast.
-What... wait, what money?

-He... he sold those drugs...
-What money?

...and gave the money to a
girl named Maeve, his niece.

Vincent's got guys going out
to the house right now.

-Right now? Out to Maeve's house?
-Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

-You don't need to do this.
-Right now? Who... who's going out to Maeve's house?

-We can still...
-[g*nsh*t]

-[Anthony] Jesus! f*ck!
-[g*nshots]

-[body thuds]
-[gasping, breathing heavily]

[♪ Dramatic music playing]

[grunting]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[Kathleen] [on phone]
Grasso's moving.

-sh*t. sh*t.
-His cell just pinged a tower.

-Eastbound on 422.
-422, where is that?

[Aleah] In Elverson.
Robbie Prendergrast's.

[vehicle approaching]

[Kathleen] [on phone]
What's he goin' out there for?

Uh, we're gonna find out.

[tires screeching]

[engine rumbling]

Stay here.

Maeve.

You gotta leave now.

They're coming for you.

-What?
-There's a cop outside.

He said we gotta go now.

[♪ Tense music playing]

[Wyatt] Maeve?
Where are we going?

-f*ck!
-[Harper] What?

The keys.
Look, just stay here, okay?

[♪ Tense music
continues playing]

f*ck.

Where's the money?

What money?

Don't do that.

I know it's here.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Hm?

[footsteps approaching]

[Jayson breathing heavily]

I'll tell you
where the money is.

Just let her go.

Harp, get back to the car.

Lock it.

Where?

Is that Grasso's car?

[Aleah] Looks like it.

[chickens clucking]

Open it.

-Open the bag!
-[bag zipping]

[car doors closing]

-[grunting]
-[muffled shouting]

[softly] Shut the door.
Shut the f*ck' door.

-[shushing]
-[muffled screaming]

[whispering] Shut the f*ck up!

[♪ Tense music
continues playing]

[Anthony] [weakly] Tom.

Jayson's here.

We have an officer down
at 16 Millville Lane, Elverson.

Send backup.

[softly] Go.

Take the stairs.

[door rattling]

[Jayson shushing]

[grunting]

[Aleah grunting]

-[Jayson breathing heavily]
-[Maeve whimpering]

[grunting]

-[g*n c*ck]
-[Aleah groaning]

[grunting]

[glass shattering]

-[g*nsh*t]
-[Breaker grunting]

Aleah!

[Aleah coughing]

You okay?

[Aleah gasping]

Are you alright?

Get the f*ck off me! [grunting]

No! No! [screaming] Help!

-Where are you going?
-Hey, climb in here. Get in.

Stay in here. It's okay.

I'm just gonna tell the police
that Maeve's in trouble.

[Maeve screaming]

Help! Help!

[grunting]

[screaming]

Help!

[screaming continues]

[Tom] g*n!

-[g*nsh*t]
-[glass shattering]

-[Aleah coughing]
-Take the front.

[Maeve screaming]

Shut the f*ck up! Back up!

I said get the f*ck back!

I think I can take him.

[Tom] No, it's too risky.

I said back the f*ck up!

It's over. Let her go!

Get back! I'll f*cking k*ll her!

I'll k*ll her!

[Maeve screaming]

[body thuds]

[sobbing]

[Anthony groans softly]

-[whimpering]
-You alright, Maeve?

[sniffling]

It's okay.

[distant siren wailing]

[distant siren continues,
approaching slowly]

[Maeve sobbing]

[sirens wailing]

[sirens stop]

[♪ Soft music playing]

[Dale Carroll] You are very
lucky that boy was returned safe,

or your a*s would be in
that sling with your arm.

[Kathleen] Yeah, I'm pretty sure
my a*s wouldn't fit in a sling.

Don't get smart, okay?
You understand that?

Now, file your report,

and let's close the book
on this shitstorm

-before anything stinks any further.
-I got it. I got it. Alright.

[Kathleen sighs]

How'd that go for you?

I wouldn't characterize it
as congratulatory.

But what are they gonna do,
fire me? [chuckles]

No, at the end of the day,
everyone's just glad

-to close the file on this.
-Mm.

And to that end...
[inhales sharply]

...they asked about the money.

Agents found that at the house

where Perry and Jayson
were hiding.

So, I'm thinking Jayson went
to Maeve's house lookin' for it.

Unbelievable.

Did you notice anything
when you were there?

Nope.

You know what they say
about wisdom, Kath?

No.

It's knowing what to overlook.

[Kathleen] Hm.

Thanks, Kath.

Thanks for everything.

[sighs]

[machine beeping]

Your sister's on her way.

Should be here in a few minutes.

Mm, mind grabbing me
a pair of scrubs?

Maybe still time
to make my great escape.

Hey, boss?

Yeah?

Aren't you gonna
give me my penance?

I never gave anyone penance.

People beat themselves up
enough on their own.

[♪ Gentle music playing]

[♪ Gentle music
continues playing]

[teacher] And we're gonna
review the questions

that I gave you guys yesterday.

[knocking]

-Hey.
-Hey.

How's the little guy today?

Oh, good.
We... uh, we took him to Target

and got him, like,
a bunch of stuff.

We played basketball
down at the park.

Thanks for taking care
of him, Em.

Thanks for taking care of me.

Can I come in?

Mm-hmm.

Can we talk about the statement?

[whispering] Dad?

I don't know what I'm... I don't
know what I'm gonna say, okay?

-I'm not...
-Em.

We have to speak the truth.

Even when we're afraid
it's gonna upset others.

I haven't been a very good
father to you lately.

-It's fine, Dad.
-No, it's not fine.

It's my job to keep you safe
and, uh, feel protected, and...

that's what I'm gonna do.

[birdsong]

[♪ Gentle music playing]

Hey, how was...
how was the train?

-Good. How do you feel?
-I'm okay.

Hey, uh, we're gonna be back
in a few hours, alright?

-Okay.
-[Sara] Ready?

[Tom] Yeah. Ready.

[♪ Gentle music
continues playing]

Counselor, are you prepared
to give a statement?

[counselor] We are, Your Honor.

Making a statement for
the family will be Tom Brandis.

[Sara] Dad.

Oh.

-Good afternoon, Your Honor.
-[paper rustling]

Uh...

In 2009, my wife Susan and I
became foster parents

to Ethan and his younger sister,
Emily.

Two years after that, we filed
the formal adoption paperwork

with the state.

Ethan was an energetic boy,
always moving.

One teacher said
we should consider

putting a seat belt on his desk.

Those were the first
warning signs.

Visual processing disorder.

Dyslexia. Fine motor deficits.

We acted quickly.

Early intervention was
the mantra from our friends.

And Susan
wasn't gonna wait around.

She wasn't the type
to wait around for anything.

We started him
in occupational therapy

and a steady diet of Ritalin.

When Ethan was 12,

a police officer
brought him to our house.

He'd found him
throwing rocks at cars

from an overpass on Ridge Pike.

The pediatrician
recommended a therapist.

The diagnosis was
disruptive mood dysregulation.

He threw chairs at teachers.

Cut the swings down
from our neighbor's swing set.

Lashed out at Susan,
and me, and his sisters.

Why?

Voices told him to,
he explained.

Teachers filed
troubling reports.

I... I'm ashamed to say

I refused to wear a name tag
at Back to School night

in fear of someone
identifying me as Ethan's father.

And weekends were the hardest.

Two full days where
we'd have him all on our own.

We held our heads in our hands,

desperately trying
to figure him out.

But Susan,
Ethan's tireless champion,

found new doctors.
Patient, kind ones.

And Risperdal
was the great calmer.

It stilled the voices
inside Ethan's head.

He got a job at the YMCA.
Met friends there.

Kenny. Doyle. Evans.

For a time...

we allowed ourselves
to, uh, to see a future.

But the pandemic hit hard.

There was a Risperdal shortage.

The voices returned
angrier than before.

And on May 15th,
those poisonous voices

told him to k*ll Susan.

And that incident now threatens
to define his entire life.

There was also joy.

There was so much joy.

When he first called me Dad.

Our trip to New York City,
when he bought 25 hamburgers

and he handed 'em out
to homeless people.

And when Mrs. O'Keefe,

that lovely,
understanding art teacher,

pulled me aside...

and told me
what a bright light...

a bright light
of a child he was.

Ethan...

I don't want you to live
with the shame anymore.

Ethan, look at me.

Ethan, please.

Son, please look at me.

I forgive you.

I love you.

I'm not here today
to tell the court

when my son should be released.

That's not up to me.

I'm here today
to let you know, Ethan,

that when that day comes,
I'll be ready.

Come straight home.

I'll be there waiting for you.

Thank you, Your Honor.

[♪ Gentle music playing]

[metal squeaking lightly]

[birdsong]

[Tom laughing]

Oh, my God, look at that one.

[Sam] How do you know
they're ready?

[Tom] Okay, well, see this one?

See how it has a, uh, root
sticking out of the ground?

That's what we're looking for.

-Make a fist, let's see.
-This right?

So, that's about
the perfect size for a beet.

Measure it against there.
What do you think?

-[Sam] It's good.
-[Tom] Yeah.

Now, give it a little wiggle
by the greens and then pull it.

There we go. Nice, huh?

People eat these?

[chuckles]

That's what you said
about cucumbers.

Now, look at you.

Okay, now take all this in.

I'm gonna grab a couple more,

and then we'll make that
for dinner tonight.

-[Sam] Okay.
-Alright?

[footsteps approaching]

[guardian] Hello again.

Knocked up front, no answer.
Hope you don't mind.

Ah, no. Just... just a second.

[guardian] Good news.

We finally found
a family for the boy.

I don't know what to do, Daniel.

Do you wanna know
what I'm thinking?

[Tom chuckles]

If I say no, are we gonna
talk about it anyway?

-If you don't want to talk about it, we don't talk about it.
-No. No, no, no.

No, no, no, let's talk about it.
You want to talk about it?

I'm not sure you are in a place
where you can meet the needs

of a young boy
as he grows and matures.

Especially when Ethan
comes home,

and knowing how much
he's going to need you.

-Hm.
-What?

Here I was thinking
I'd done a good thing.

You have done a good thing.

But have you done
that good thing

for the boy or for yourself?

[sighs softly]

I know how close
you two have become,

and I know
what I'm asking is hard.

[Tom] I... I don't even know what
it is that you're... you're asking me.

[Daniel] To be unselfish
with your love, Tom.

To recognize
that what's best for you

may not be what's best
for the boy.

[Tom] And how do I know
what's best for him?

[♪ Gentle music playing]

[faint footsteps]

[car door closes]

[♪ Soft, uplifting music
playing]

[softly] Come on.

[Tom] [softly] Ready?

-Yeah.
-Okay, here we go.

[door opens]

[Wyatt] How long is it
gonna take to get there?

GPS says six hours,
seven minutes.

Six hours?!

Chicken butthole!

Wyatt, grow up, will ya?

[camera clicking]

[Harper] What'd you do that for?

To remember.

I'm afraid I'm not gonna
remember any of it.

Yeah, I used to think
that way too.

About my dad.

It's not true.

[kiss smacking]

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[engine starting]

Everyone ready?

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[sighs]

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