04x04 - Go Ask Roger

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Previously on Rectify...

I've given up pretty much everything except for hormones.

I have no idea at this time as to what it is that I am doing.

We could start a club.

He wants to buy the store.

Huh.

Can I get you anything by now?

My plaque.

Your client plead guilty.

Because he was too afraid of going back to prison.

You think you see him again?

We're going huntin' this weekend.

Hunting?

We feel that additional therapy will increase your chances of...

Becoming an upstanding citizen?

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

(GASPS)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Ouch!

(SIGHS)

Morning, sunshine.

(SIGHS)

It might be mornin', but there's no sunshine.

Will be in an hour or so.

(SIGHS) Look, I was kind of drunk when I said I'd go.

Okay. Suit yourself.

What are you doin'?

Goin' huntin'.

Wait.

I just like to bitch a little before daylight.

So, you're going with me?

Yes.

I just... need a minute to find my matching camo wear.

All right.

I'll be in the truck.

A'ight.

You're up early.

You need to do something to me?

No.

No, I-I just wondered if I could get you anything.

No.

You can't get me anything... or won't.

I'm sorry.

For what?

Life...

I guess.

You're a good girl.

Say your prayers, you'll be all right.

Tawney: Does Mr. Zeke have many visitors?

Carlton: Not really. Why?

Um...

He wants his plaque from the Ford plant.

Okay.

And he said his nearest living relative is his nephew in Arizona.

(DUBIOUSLY) Okay.

Could... Could we maybe go get it?

Absolutely not.

There would be liability issues up the wazoo, and that is a quick way for somebody to get fired.

I wasn't sure.

Well, now you are.

Could I call his nephew?

No, you cannot call anyone.

That information is confidential, and you are still an aide, Tawney.

I know.

He just wants his plaque.

That's all he wants in the whole world.

(SIGHS)

Look...

Let me just get into the whole... plaque nephew thing, okay?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Hey, Tawney?

Yes, sir.

It's not good to get too personally involved with residents.

I know.

Just trying to help.

But I-I hear you.

(BALMORHEA'S "BOWSPRIT" PLAYING)

What was all that about this morning?

I thinks she went hunting with Billy.

Amantha?

Evidently.

Huh.

Teddy set for the meeting?

Said he'd be there.

That's the right call.

I think so.

No matter what Mr. Childers says regarding the store, I'm still going up to see Daniel on Friday.

(UTENSIL CLINKS LIGHTLY)

Did you hear me?

I'd like to go with you.

Help drive, you know?

I can manage, really.

I won't be in the way.

Give y'all your space and everything.

I don't know.

I'd really like to talk to him, Janet, in person.

Try to make things... better.

That's thoughtful, Ted, but I, (SIGHS) I mean, Daniel would have to be comfortable with it, above all.

Of course.

I could reach out to him if you want.

(SIGHS) Let's get through this meeting first.

What's rattling around in that brain?

W-When I first started riding in cars again, I-I would fall asleep.

I guess it was the motion.

I don't know.

That's curious.

Will he, uh, be there at the property?

No.

His guy Rick will be there.

I don't think he's there much, if ever.

It's his third or fourth house.

For family and friends when they're in town.

That's nice.

Have you ever heard his music?

Not that I'm aware of.

It's popular.

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYS)

(SIGHS)

You're late.

Pretty good, Rick. How are you?

I got to get a fresh t-shirt over to an ATV park near Franklin ASAP.

Okay.

He pay for that?

He did, yeah.

Okay, so how... how long you gonna be?

Aren't we supposed to take some things back, too?

(SIGHS) Right. sh*t.

Got to pack 'em up to travel.

Come on, really?

Yes, Rick.

If we're gonna auction the donated pieces, they can't literally be in pieces.

I can get it.

(COUNTRY MUSIC RINGTONE PLAYS)

Hey. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, yeah, she's here right now.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know the shirt.

What does "ATV" mean?

All-terrain vehicle.

Like a Bronco?

Definitely not like a Bronco.

Well, what's the purpose of a Bronco then?

Well, it's mostly to pick up girls.

Hide what caste you're in.

Cast?

With an "E."

Is Rick like an untouchable?

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, for anybody with taste.

You're a bad girl, Chloe.

Flatterer.

Must've got caught in the Paulie rush hour or something.

Should we call him?

Yeah, maybe so.

I wouldn't.

Why not?

Don't want to let him see us sweat.

I don't think we're sweating.

Psychologically.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I talked to my gal at Kathy Kitt's Realty, on the down low.

She ran some numbers for us.

What does that mean?

What does what mean?

Ran some numbers.

Oh, it's just how they get a ballpark figure of a, you know, fair offer.

Get comparables and whatnot.

I understand the colloquial meaning attached to it.

I just don't know why.

Why they say "ran the numbers."

Sounds like someone trained digits to do parlor tricks.

I just think it's a dumb expression.

That's all.

Okay.

Well, anyway, the point is, Gilda at Kathy Kitt's Realty thinks that if Mr. Childers is representing some big retail chain, then we can get... the person can get for a property at this location with a high visibility and the density traffic flow projections, on the high end, up to 500k.

A half-million dollars? In Paulie?

It's what Gilda said, Dad.

I don't think we should get ahead of ourselves yet.

We're not getting ahead of ourselves, Janet.

These guys, they come down here and they think they're dealing with a bunch of hayseeds, try to lowball you.

They need to know that we know what they know.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Oh, hi, Mr. Childers.

Right. Bob.

(CHUCKLING) What? You're kidding me.

Well, that's ironic. (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Don't we need dogs or somethin'?

That's for quail. We'll be all right.

I'm rooting for the birds, in case you were wonderin'.

Rather get your dead animal in a sealed package?

Headless, too, if possible.

(SIGHING)

It is nice out here.

Just bein'.

(ANIMAL SNORTING)

What was that?

Might be a deer ruttin'.

Little early, but...

You are not gonna sh**t a deer, are you?

It's not deer hunting season yet.

Not with g*ns, anyway.

Hatchets?

(CHUCKLES)

We don't have to sh**t anything.

We can just be.

(SIGHS)

My dad liked to hunt.

Mr. Lester?

Yes.

Mr. Lester.

(SIGHS)

Daniel went with him one time.

After they got back, he locked himself into his room for like a day.

Well, hunting's not for everybody.

Why'd y'all get a divorce?

Whoa, just gonna jump right in, are ya?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You don't have to talk about it if you don't want.

No, uh...

(SIGHS) Cynthia probably would say I was too stubborn, set in my ways.

Were you?

I didn't think so at the time.

Just thought I liked things the way I liked 'em.

I can see a little of that.

Her current husband doesn't seem to mind... deferring, I guess.

Can't you both defer?

Not at the same time.

Well, no sh*t, Billy.

Sure, you can take turns as long as the one deferring doesn't hold it against you later.

Mom always seemed to know when to give up the battle to win the w*r.

And your dad couldn't do that sometimes, too?

Not really his strong suit.

So you're looking for your mama?

I'm not necessarily looking for anybody.

Hey, that makes two of us.

Something we can agree on, then.

You want to hunt today or just be?

I'll defer to you, Mr. Harris.

(CHUCKLES) All right, Miss Holden.

(g*nsh*t)

All right, I'm making an executive decision here.

Okay.

I got to go.

Just make sure you lock the front door on your way out.

No problem.

And text me when you're gone.

Got it.

And no photos.

Really, Rick?

Hey, we had somebody steal the man's dirty underwear off his tour bus one time.

Well, that's just wrong.

(SCOFFS) You're tellin' me.

I think it was a dude, too.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Sheriff Pickens.

Jon Stern here.

I'm sorry to just show up at your house, but you haven't returned my calls, and I thought perhaps you might agree to see me in person.

Answer a few pressing questions.

I'll just be in my car if you feel like talking.

You're in luck. We're able to patch it.

That is fortunate.

I'd try to sell you a brand-new tire if it wasn't a rental.

(LIGHT LAUGHTER)

Well, I won't hold you in suspense any longer.

I represent a national pharmacy chain, and they are prepared to make an offer on your property.

Now, does that include inventory?

Uh, well, the offer would take the inventory into consideration, but my client would not purchase it.

We estimate... what now?

You could disperse or retain, uh, what's inside the property as you saw fit.

So, we would still own the tires and the equipment, just not the building where we keep them?

Correct, sir.

So, what's the offer, Bob?

Oh. Well, as I was saying, Ms. Holden, we are prepared to make an offer on your property.

Now, if you accept the offer, it will be one of three properties under consideration for purchase.

Consideration?

I would give you a check of $5,000 today that will be yours regardless of the final decision.

So, this isn't a real offer?

Well, unfortunately, there are a number of steps in determining if this property is the most suitable one, some of which they would need your cooperation to assess that viability.

$10,000.

Teddy.

It's a lot of stress, Dad.

Regrettably, I am not authorized to go beyond the $5,000.

So, what is it... the not-quite-an-offer offer?

If all contingencies are met, the offer is $650,000.

Chloe?

Chloe: Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

You have to come down here.

Why?

Hurry!

Pistachio gelato.

Imported.

Look at this.

Isn't gelato dairy?

Not today.

This has to be Faith's idea.

Faith?

His wife.

His wife is Faith?

Or Charity.

Have you ever had pistachio gelato?

Have you had gelato ever?

I don't think so, no.

So, am I gonna get to witness your first taste of gelato?

Shouldn't we go?

Oh, of course we should.

Do you mind eating after me or do you want your own spoon?

We shouldn't be here, Chloe.

Says who? Says Rick? Rick is a d*ck.

Well, he said we were supposed to go...

Seriously, if Rick were to come back, which he's not, I would tell him that I'm pregnant and I was gonna faint if I didn't eat something.

He would be feeding me at that point.

Hey.

Nothing bad's gonna happen.

I promise.

What is it?

It's nothing.

So, when it's something, we're gonna say it's nothing?

That's how we're gonna do this?

I don't know what it is we're... we're doing.

We're just getting to know each other.

I thought you were going to your sister's.

What does that have to do with it?

(SIGHS)

A lot of the time, I-I feel like...

Like what?

Like danger, Will Robinson.

Danger... around me?

Around anything.

Everything.

Sometimes when I'm afraid...

I try to focus on the thing that I'm afraid of.

I don't want to do that.

Okay.

No problem.

What if you, um... what if you put your attention on something else, then?

Like what?

Gelato.

Oh, I'm serious.

But... it'll only work if you completely surrender to the gelato experience.

(SCOFFS)

Just you... and the gelato.

Nothing else exists in this moment except mano y gelato.

Will you close your eyes for me?

(SIGHS)

Ripeti.

Mm-hmm.

Mano.

(CHUCKLES)

Mano.

This is serious.

Mano.

Mano.

Y.

Y.

Gelato.

Gelato.

Well?

All fear has been overwhelmed by desire... for more of that!

(LAUGHS) Yes!

(LAUGHS)

It's all yours.

I need something salty now anyway.

I know!

(CUPBOARD DOORS OPENING AND CLOSING)

Do you remember Christopher Nelms from school?

Susan: Chris? Yeah.

Do you remember seeing him there that night at the party?

No, I didn't see him till next mornin', at the Sheriff's office.

I'm sorry?

Yeah, he was sitting by the Coke machine.

Uh... he was never officially interviewed.

Only seven of you were.

Oh, well, I don't know about that, but he was there with the rest of us.

Well, how many of you were there?

I didn't count, but I'd say at least 20.

Susan: Hello?

Uh, I'm sorry.

Can I call you back, Susan, if I have any more questions?

Yeah, 'course.

Have you not gone to the bathroom all day?

Not yet. No, ma'am.

He's not gonna talk to you.

Why not?

I know his conscience is bothering him, ma'am.

Do you now?

That's not a bad thing.

That's a good thing.

You know, it'd be a bad thing if it didn't.

You can go in the yard if you need to.

I don't care.

What do you think they're gonna do?

Doesn't really matter.

I don't have a say when it comes down to it anyway.

I... I'm sure they want your opinion.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, right.

I don't even know if Dad has a say in it.

Or if he did, if he'd actually say anything.

I don't know what the hell I was thinkin'.

Best laid plans.

Well...

How's the fettucine?

Cheesy.

Well, I'll have to go soon, I guess.

Is that right?

To work.

You know, if we're not gonna talk about what's going on in our lives, outside of whether we're gonna stay together or not, I don't know what the hell date night's even for.

And just because I'm upset doesn't mean I'm upset at you or that it's even about you, Tawney.

I know that.

I can't not be upset sometimes.

I know that, too, Teddy.

It just frightens me, your anger.

I'm not angry, I'm upset!

You don't need a husband.

You need a saint.

(BELL JINGLES, DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHING) Okay, we probably went too far.

(CHUCKLES)

They want me to see somebody.

Who does?

The New Canaan Project... people.

What kind of somebody?

A-A PTSD specialist.

That makes sense.

Am I that bad?

How can you not be traumatized?

Just from being in there all that time.

Yeah, well, I'm... not quite ready to get into all that stuff.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

My little brother... was k*lled in an auto accident.

(THUD)

It's been over a decade, but... it still pretty much sucks.

I won't lie about that.

(CRUNCHING)

I'm sorry, Chloe.

I only bring it up because... it did eventually force me to talk to somebody, and that helped.

Some.

I guess what I am saying, Daniel, is that almost everybody at some point in their life has to deal with or figure out how not to deal with their stuff.

You... you have a very unique variety of it, and I don't think you have the option of not dealing.

Even with gelato now in my life?

Sorry.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

Uh-oh. Guess who. (CHUCKLES)

Hi, Rick.

Uh, I'm so sorry.

I completely forgot to text you before we left.

Yeah, uh, we made sure the door was locked on our way out.

So, where are you now?

Oh, you're going back out there.

Soon?

Um, well, please, uh, thank them for both of us for the, uh, donations.

Where is he?

No idea.

What about your "I'm pregnant" speech?

Way past its due date now.

(J RODDY WALSTON & THE BUSINESS "SWEAT SHOCK" PLAYS)

Jared?

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

Jared, can you come down here, please?

♪ Oh oh oh ♪
♪ Oh oh oh ♪
♪ And I'm going into sweat shock ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm going into sweat ♪
♪ And I'm going into sweat shock ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm going into sweat ♪

Ted?

Yeah?

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

Daniel's okay with you comin'.

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪
♪ I'm going into sweat shock ♪

Did you hear me?

(MUSIC CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

Sounds good!

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

Okay.

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

(SIGHS)

♪ I'm going into sweat shock ♪

(MUSIC PLAYING LOUDER)

Jared?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Honey?

Jesus!

Mom.

What are you doing?

What am I doing? I'm trying to find my heart. What are you doing?

♪ Come and lay your hands down ♪

Can you turn the music down, please?

♪ On the bodies of the weak ♪
♪ Come and... ♪

(MUSIC STOPS)

(SIGHS)

Who's Peter Rand?

Is that addressed to me?

You didn't answer my question.

I sold him some stuff.

What are you talkin' about?

(SIGHS)

You really wanna know?

Of course I do.

'Cause once I tell you, we can't go back.

Jared.

(SIGHS) Okay, Mom.

You asked for it.

Furbys.

Furbys?

Yeah, I sold him three Furbys for $250.

There's a check in here for $250?

I hope.

Jared, you can't give out your address to anybody you meet on the Internet.

I didn't meet anyone, Mom.

But still.

The Furbys we gave you for your sixth birthday?

Fifth, but yes, those Furbys.

Why would you do that?

You're gonna wish you had those someday.

No, I can assure you I'll never wish that.

Didn't really want them in the first place.

I-I mean, I appreciated the gesture at the time, but they weren't really... my thing.

Why did I think you liked Furbys?

I don't know.

Is that what you've been doin' up here?

Pretty much.

You haven't been selling any other...

People's stuff? No, Mom, God.

Well, I don't know.

Don't worry.

Everything else that nobody will ever want is still up here.

(SIGHS) When did you become so surly?

(SCOFFS) I'm not sure.

Over time, I guess.

Look.

It's your dad's army coat.

It's... it's Lester's, Mom.

I meant Lester.

Why do you need money?

So I can have money.

We can give you money.

It's not the same thing.

I don't want you to have to sell things to get money.

I'm selling things because I don't want them, Mom.

I'm trying to simplify my life.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

For what?

For being such a bad mother.

What?

I don't know where that came from.

Okay. I'm gonna quit now.

Dinner will be ready in a little bit.

You go to little boys' birthday parties now?

If you want to see your friends anymore you do.

Like Jenny Paar?

I imagine she'll be there.

With brood in tow.

You okay?

I never slept with anybody until I moved to Atlanta.

I sure wasn't gonna do it with anyone from here.

No offense.

You had a lot going on back then.

Still do, I guess.

You want to say this didn't happen?

No.

Want me to take you home?

Maybe in a little while.

(UTENSILS CLATTER LIGHTLY)

What day is it?

It's Wednesday.

Hump day.

They're gonna call your nephew.

See if somebody can go and get your plaque for you.

I made him up.

Who?

My nephew.

I needed a name on the blank, so I made him up.

What are you saying?

There's nobody to call, young lady.

I don't believe that.

(MUTTERS)

Me and Claudia, for whatever reason, our lives got... smaller... and smaller over time.

We liked it that way, I guess.

Walling ourselves off from the world.

But after she d*ed, I stayed in that grief until there was a point where I understood I had to... give up the ghost, so to speak, or...

Or what?

Or it would become what it is.

Well, what is it?

What has it become?

Very, very lonely.

And empty.

And now I'm ready to go.

Where do you think you're goin'?

To see her in heaven.

How do you know?

If you have faith... you know.

But what if you... you've lost your faith?

You mean what if you've lost your faith?

Yes.

Yes, that's what I mean.

I don't know.

Maybe you have to decide if you want to find it first.

I still don't believe you.

I think there's somebody in your life.

You're not telling me everything, Mr. Zeke.

You're a good girl.

Say your prayers, you'll be all right.

Why do you keep sayin' that to me?

You keep asking for it.

It's in everything you do.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

(CELLPHONE VIBRATING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(VIBRATING CONTINUES)

Tawney: Hey. It's me.

Um...

I... I know that this store situation is a big deal, and... and I'm... I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you tonight.

I really am.

I get all in my head sometimes.

It's something I'm... I'm working on with Rebecca.

(SIGHS)

Hey. It's me.

(PHONE THUDS)

Um...

I... I know that this store situation is a big deal, and... and I'm... I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you tonight.

I really am.

I get all in my head sometimes.

It's something I'm... I'm working on with Rebecca.

Anyway, um...

I thought maybe you might want to come by tomorrow morning or... or Friday if that's better.

I-If you want to.

We could just talk or... or something.

Just a thought.

Love you.

(LINE CLICKS)

(SOBBING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Hey!

What about my beer?

Oh, right.

I forgot.

Now you think that I'm the bad guy?

(CHUCKLES)

Bunch of g*dd*mn lemmings!

Excuse me.

Tough crowd, huh?

I remember you.

From Holden's press conference.

A lot's happened since then.

Yeah. Your boy confessed again.

You been followin' me?

Just came in for a beer after a long day.

Long day of what?

So, what are you gonna do about your little situation, Trey?

Well...

I damn sure ain't gon' plead guilty to something I didn't do.

You suggesting Daniel did?

Trying to put words in my mouth, just like a lawyer.

Or a prosecutor, in some cases.

They seem to have a real good track record around here with convictions, whether someone did it or not.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

I think they want you to go to jail for a long time, Trey.

I'm beginning to wonder if you might be what is known as a make-up call.

My high-priced attorney wouldn't approve of us talking, so...

See ya. Wouldn't want to be ya.

Why does Chris Nelms never get dirty?

Are you his bitch or something?

You don't know half as much as you think you do.

About what?

About the way the world works down here.

Well, why don't you tell me, then?

(KEYS JINGLE LIGHTLY)

(CHUCKLES)

Go ask Roger.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Roger?

Who's Roger?

You are just stumbling around the dark, ain't ya?

Chris always had the most to lose.

I don't know why people don't see that.

What do you mean?

I mean if it wasn't your kooky-ass client, I'd put my money on country club Chris.

For k*lling Hanna, you mean?

What the hell we talkin' about?

Why would I ever believe anything you say?

(SEATBELT CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

Somethin's got to be the truth.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

Looks nice.

Better than some of the places I've resided.

(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)

Is it strange?

Yes to whatever you're talkin' about.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't know. To... to... be here.

To be dropped off like a...

Perpetual teenager?

Maybe.

I don't know.

This is... just where I am.

In this car.

With you.

And it's strange, but certainly not unpleasant.

Oh, boy.

I was afraid of that.

You don't owe me anything, Chloe.

If it's only this day, I'll take it.

Sometimes I just... freak out thinking about having a baby alone.

Having a baby with someone.

Having a baby.

Now, that sounds perfectly normal.

I never used to think like that, though.

Like what?

Of the future.

Me neither.

What am I worried about, then?

We're... temporarily perfect for each other.

At least for today.

I have to go now.

Grown man curfew.

Thank you, Daniel.

Thank you, Chloe.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)

(LOW GRUNTING IN DISTANCE)

Ahh.

(GRUNTING INTENSIFIES)

Ahh.

Yeah.

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)