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[eerie music playing]
[crickets chirping]
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[water running]
[heavy fast breathing]
Fuck!
[eerie music intensifies]
[Marshall] It's not the blood you can't wash out
you should worry about.
It's the blood you can.
[tense music playing]
Everything all right?
Yeah. I'm fine. Fine. Why?
You get all that blood off your hands preacher?
[scoffs]
[door clicks]
[breathing heavily]
[pensive music playing]
[raindrops falling]
[sniffles]
[thunder rumbling]
[sniffling]
[cries softly]
[pensive music continues]
[rain pattering]
[sniffling]
[sighing]
[paper rustling]
[pen scratching]
[cries]
[music fades]
[footsteps receding]
Well, he isn't actually gonna speak, is he?
After all his wife just died.
I have, uh, pastored most of y'all for 20 years.
And, uh, to be honest, I'm--
I'm up here...
because I don't know how to do anything else.
She was the best part of me.
Y'all know it, too.
Half the time you be clamoring
to talk to her after church and not me.
[chuckles]
I've spent my whole life...
waiting to talk to her.
I guess I'll be waiting a little longer still.
[sniffs, clears throat]
A lot of people have asked me...
what I think of Troy Parker Junior...
about whether he deserves to pay
for Elizabeth's life with his own.
Love your enemies.
Pray for those who hate you.
Lord, forgive us our sins as we forgive
those who have sinned against us.
I believe there is power in forgiveness.
I have to believe that.
Otherwise, my Jesus is a liar.
So I have talked to the Texas district attorney
and requested that Mr. Parker's sentence...
be fair and just...
but also with the possibility of parole...
and redemption.
[door creaking]
[keys jangling]
[door clicks]
Hey, you want dinner in a while?
[door slams]
[soft piano playing]
Hey, you coming down for dinner?
Samuel?
[thunder rumbling]
[light rain]
Samuel?
[thunder rumbling]
[music fades]
[pensive music playing]
[wind whooshing]
[door buzzer sound]
[Prison Guard] Parker!
Parker! Troy!
You coming or going?
Bus will be along any minute.
[pensive music continues]
[footsteps]
[low piano music]
[phone vibrates]
[sighs]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
Okay, so if you come tomorrow--
Samuel.
Get in the car.
[Samuel] Am I in trouble or something?
Why would you assume you were in trouble?
Because you haven't picked me up since I was 13 years old.
Troy Parker is being released today.
Mm. Five years, right?
'Cause you wouldn't testify?
It was the right thing to do.
Being a pastor don't make you the expert on what's right.
I just thought you should know.
Hey, can you gimme a hand at the church tonight?
[Samuel] I got homework.
Samuel, I can't do everything myself.
-[Samuel] Sorry. -[car door shuts]
[train honking]
[soft music playing]
[crickets chirping]
You planning on staying long?
No, ma'am.
[woman] Am I gonna have trouble with you?
No, ma'am.
[soft whirring]
[woman] First, last, and security.
That's just about all I got.
[money rustling]
You always this welcoming?
I know who you are.
No smoking.
[door clicks]
[engine whirring]
Sheriff's here.
[gravel grinding]
Maureen.
Little early in the day, ain't it Scott?
[Scott] Come on. You know what they say?
You can take the cop outta the big city.
What happened?
Was driving by, saw the truck on fire.
Local fire put it out.
That's when they found--
-Do we know who it is? -Not yet.
Coroner's on their way,
-but they're in Paris and-- -And they drive slow.
Molasses.
Any guesses?
Working theory,
traveler passing through for the night
looking for a place to stay.
Doesn't explain the gas though...
or the tracks.
[Scott] Sorry, what's that?
Well, sometimes pickup truck uses different tires
than a passenger car.
That's a mid-eighties Ford that's running on LT metrics.
This is P.
I always said it was good for cops to have hobbies.
That's why mine's origami.
There was another car.
Right. But, uh, which means?
This isn't where it happened.
[footsteps receding]
Where are you going?
To find out where it did.
Run the treads. See where it takes us.
Sure.
I mean, I was gonna do that. I just-- I--
[engine revving]
[crickets chirping]
How was the service pastor?
I-- I probably should have just called.
I heard you got out.
Yeah, just-- just yesterday.
You came back.
Did you hear about my mom?
No.
Yeah, she, uh...
she fell sick...
a little over a year ago and you know,
I figured once I got out I'd come back and help her out.
You came by here.
Look, you-- you didn't have to do what you did.
You know, about my sentence and all.
You're welcome.
Yeah. All right. [clears throat]
Hey, Pastor.
Hey, you-- you wouldn't know anyone who'd, you know,
hire an ex-con, would you?
Afraid not.
Yeah, I didn't think so.
Uh, I'll-- I'll let you be.
Thank you, Pastor.
[somber music playing]
[door clicks]
[labored breathing]
[Troy] Yes, sir. I'm here.
No, sir, I'm not looking to get into any trouble.
No, sir.
Got no plans to leave the state.
Uh, yes sir.
Go ahead.
Uh-huh.
Yes, sir.
Will do.
Thank you, sir.
My PO said he called you?
Haven't heard a thing about it kid.
This is the only job he sent me.
Will then I guess you're just outta luck.
Thanks for nothing.
[sighs]
[machines whirring]
[road din]
[plastic scraping]
-Here let me. -Oh, I got it.
Thank you.
How is the job hunting going?
Well, I ended up getting fired from a job
I never had in the first place.
Yeah. Times are tough.
Yeah, looks that way.
Uh, have-- have a good one, Pastor.
[tree leaves rustling]
If-- if you're looking for work...
I guess I could--
I guess I could use your help around here.
Sweeping and-- and cleaning and...
basic maintenance.
Can't pay much...
but maybe it could help.
You, uh...
you offering me a job?
Yeah. It looks that way.
Yeah.
Okay. Sure.
Thanks.
So, uh, what do you want me to do?
[plastic scraping]
[soft music playing]
[trimmer buzzing]
Hey, Dad.
Samuel.
Okay. Look, Samuel. I want--
Look, Samuel. Wait.
[door clicks]
[footsteps]
Samuel. Look-- look, he--
he came here to take care of his mom, all right?
-He needed a job. -Do what you want.
-Don't ask me to like it. -Oh, Samuel, come on now.
-Your mother would've wanted-- -Hey, don't do that!
Don't even think about doing that.
You stay away from me.
["Bones" by JP Anthony playing]
I'm sorry.
Just another reason to get outta here.
Did you hear from Brown yet?
Not yet.
I need a full ride so not really an incentive
to accept me.
Well, at least you're majoring in public policy.
Gonna change the world.
I, on the other hand, am going to be
a sausage cook at the local Sizzler. [chuckles]
The world needs good sausage cooks.
♪ Finding my way ♪
♪ But I don't know how ♪
You gonna talk to him?
We don't talk.
-You live in the same house. -It's not a home though.
Ain't been since--
since Mom.
Yo. Can I stay here tonight?
♪ Nothing at all ♪
Of course.
♪ Nothing at all ♪
Come here.
♪ The more we grow ♪
♪ The further we fall ♪
♪ We know nothing at all ♪
[somber music playing]
[sniffles]
[heavy breathing]
[grunts]
[grunting]
[breathing heavily]
[yelling]
[breathing heavily]
[cries]
[somber music playing]
[sipping]
[sighs]
[wind whooshing]
[footsteps]
[sighs]
I'm sorry babe.
I-- I've been meaning to get here.
It's just-- I don't forget.
Just--
sometimes it's hard to remember.
Yeah, I wanna believe that Samuel
comes by here every now and again.
I hope he does.
I'm losing him.
Nah, I lost him.
I've lost him. And I-- I don't know where.
I promise you, I promise you I'll--
I will keep trying.
In the meantime, it seems like there's somebody
I'm supposed to help.
I just hope this is what you want.
[birds chirping]
What are you doing?
Light was out.
I don't know. Felt wrong.
Tell you what...
this place's in better shape
than the chapel at Koppelman.
Yeah. Koppelman.
You been?
Uh, I used to get called out there every now and again
before they got a full-time chaplain.
-[clears throat] -[Troy] Yeah, Chaplain Kerry.
Met with him once or twice.
Was it hard...
what you did, forgiving me?
Yes.
So why'd you do it?
You think I shouldn't have?
[sighs]
You know, I met a lot of guys in there.
Guys just like me.
No dads...
dropouts, screw ups.
[sighs]
I mean...
maybe we don't deserve to get out.
Maybe we don't deserve to be forgiven.
God forgives.
Yeah.
A lot of people said that I shouldn't.
Lot of people...
said you didn't get what you deserved.
The older I get, I-- I realize that...
when we don't forgive...
we're the ones who suffer the most.
I've suffered enough.
[Willis] Uh, pastor.
Oh, hey, Willis, um, we'll go to my office.
Duty calls. Um--
That there. That's good.
What? Got something in my teeth?
[footsteps]
The county's already handling the deed transfer,
so we're done.
Yeah, your momma talked about doing this
before she passed, but I didn't think she was serious.
Yeah, you can thank her someday.
It needs a lot of work.
Yeah, I know. I know.
[grunts, sniffs]
This is the best job you could get?
Guess so.
What do you want?
I'm just here to take care of my mom, kid.
How did she die?
[Troy grunts]
You really want to talk about this?
No, I don't. But here we are.
I wanna know what you did.
I wanna know what her last breath was like.
[sniffs]
It was an accident.
An accident.
-It's true. -Says who?
You?
-You don't wanna hear about it. -Yes, I do.
No, you don't.
So that's it?
Stay outta my sight...
or I won't be responsible for what happens.
And who will?
God?
I don't believe in God.
[somber music continues]
[engine revving]
What? What? He-- he just walked out?
No. No. It is not like him at all.
But hang on. Yeah, he-- he-- he's here now.
I'll call you back.
Samuel.
Excuse me!
Samuel! Boy, turn around.
What?
Your principal just called.
What'd she say?
She said you cut today?
Yeah?
What is this? What-- what are you doing?
What are you doing?
Okay.
This is about Troy.
Would you like to come down and talk about--
I don't.
She's giving you a break because you're my son.
You cut again, there will be consequences.
Okay. Thank you.
Look, Samuel, I'm doing the best I can here.
[door slams]
Maureen.
Got your autopsy report.
Boy, are they slow.
-Joe has the file? -Yeah.
It wasn't a drifter.
Who was it?
Why don't you take a look?
[ominous music playing]
Yep.
[Maureen] Hmm...
[crickets chirping]
[gravel grinding]
[whistles]
It's all yours?
-Hell of a place. -Church's.
I'm gonna turn it into a home
for abused women.
A place where they can find a little hope.
Needs a lot of work, doesn't it?
Yes, it does.
[cheerful music playing]
Let's go.
Three!
[metal clangs]
[indistinct chatter]
♪
[music stops]
[metallic clanking]
[Troy groans]
You-- you all right?
Uh, yeah. Just some old battle wounds.
So, halfway house, huh?
Yeah.
That's what Elizabeth always wanted.
Hmm.
She always got what she wanted...
sooner or later.
What was she like?
I'm sorry.
-Look, I didn't mean-- -Mm-mm.
[birds chirping]
[heavy breathing]
[crickets chirping]
I didn't mean to.
-I just-- -Our last talk...
was a fight.
[soft piano music playing]
You're saying things you don't even mean...
and then 24 hours later,
all you hear are all the...
awful things you said
rattling around your head like ghosts.
And all you have are ghosts.
[sniffles]
She wanted me to take her out on a date.
She wasn't wrong either.
I-- I never got that part right.
Always spending all my time taking care
of everybody else at the expense of us.
Bad habit.
Pastor habit.
[sniffles]
I'm sorry I walked away like that.
It's fine.
You know what you're saying, it's honest.
There's something wrong with being honest?
People don't want their pastors honest.
They want 'em perfect.
Why?
To give 'em someone to look up to?
Someone to resent.
Geez.
Not a lot of hope there.
Your job is to give them hope.
Give them the hope.
Where's the hope? Don't forget the hope.
That's what she used to say.
[sighing]
I am sorry.
I already forgave you.
Some things take work, you know.
It's not the blood you can't wash out
you should worry about.
It's the blood you can.
♪
[motorcycle revving]
[bottles clanking]
Don't tell Dad.
You too.
[laughs]
Hey, so, what are we celebrating?
What?
["Hard To Hold On" by Pete Muller playing]
I got a letter.
Brown?
Yeah. I got in. Full ride.
Samuel. That's--
I know.
♪ Too hard to hold onto ♪
So what did your dad say?
-I'm sorry. I should-- -It-- it's okay.
♪ So hard to hold on ♪
I didn't tell him yet.
Why not?
Because he was gone all day.
Hanging out with his new employee.
Yep.
♪ And I need you to stay ♪
♪ So hard to hold onto ♪
[bar din]
[muttering indistinctly]
The hell is this?
[Troy] There a problem here?
There wasn't one till they let you in here.
And why wouldn't they?
-Clear out. -Lay off.
I want him outta here.
Look, I'm just trying to have a drink with this lo--
I said get the hell out!
All right. Both of you out!
You know that anger is a real problem, kid.
You too, Samuel.
He did his time.
Not enough.
Look, this side of you...
it scares me.
[soft music playing]
Let me out here.
I'll walk. Clear my head.
[muffled music from car radio]
[gravel grinding]
Here.
My dad wants me to stay safe.
Anyway, just take it.
Just in case he comes after you or something.
I love you.
You shouldn't.
[car door shuts]
[car engine starts]
[door clicks]
When were you gonna tell me?
What you talking about?
Full ride?
Yeah. Came yesterday.
Samuel, this is a big deal.
I mean, it-- it is everything you worked for.
You didn't wanna tell me?
You've been spending all your time with Troy, so.
He's playing you.
Someday you gonna learn. Okay?
All this anger is just gonna rot you from the inside out.
Okay.
Look, Samuel, I'm trying here.
Thanks.
[paper rustling]
[birds chirping]
[Scott] Yep, that's right.
The early bird catches the worm.
Who owns this place?
Technically nobody.
Technically?
Well, this piece of land belonged
to the Jo Hanson family.
Mm-hmm.
Mary Jo Hanson died six months ago
and the rest of the family left out of state.
So who owns it now?
Well, apparently she gave it to the church.
[phone rings]
Hey, pastor.
Oh, good. So your phone does work.
Yeah. Um, I'm sorry.
Late night. [clears throat]
What do you wanna do today?
You know what? Have a seat.
Go on. Go on.
Did you, uh, did you ever pray
with Chaplain Kerry when you were in prison?
He asked me to a couple times.
Wanted me to pray the--
what do you call it? The-- the--
the sinner's prayer.
[pensive music playing]
But you didn't want to.
I mean, I know who I am.
Don't need to tell God.
Yeah.
You see, that's the thing though.
God already knows who you've been.
He wants to know...
who do you wanna be.
So it's a confession...
of need...
a request for help...
and a pledge.
A pledge to live different.
All the things you've done...
where you've been...
what you've seen.
All the-- the failures and mistakes,
those are the past.
♪
[dull thumping]
[muffled scream]
Who you've been...
does not have to be who you are...
if you are willing to believe.
[Troy cries, sniffles]
Will you pray with me?
Father God...
we come to you right now humbled and broken.
Thank you--
[voice fades]
♪
[water splashing]
♪
[Troy] No kidding.
[Marshall] Yeah. [chuckles]
Everything he always wanted, you know,
a major in public policy, learn the judicial system.
Then you must be proud.
Yeah. I am. I am.
You tell him?
Well, yeah, he knows.
You know.
You sure he knows?
Yeah. I will-- I will make sure.
In the meantime.
What's this?
It's just a-- a little place you can call your own.
You know, you can, um, when you can think
or work, whatever.
There's also this.
[clears throat]
What's that? Is that a Bible?
Uh, it's a journal actually.
Uh, a prayer journal. See, you write your prayers in.
You know, I'm not really that good of a writer.
Yeah, me neither. But I-- I got a whole stack.
So I can look back and remember what I prayed for
and then remember where God showed up, so.
Job never stops for you, does it?
No, it does not. [chuckles]
You know, come on.
I'll give you a ride home.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Thanks.
[car doors slamming]
All right. How's your mom doing?
She's doing all right.
You know, I'd see her more,
but I got a side hustle at this church keeping me really busy.
-[laughs] -Yeah.
Yeah, I hear that Pastor is a piece of work.
You know, he-- he is something.
He is something.
[laughs] All right.
Let's get you home.
Hey, thanks again for today.
My pleasure. My pleasure.
[car passing]
[engine revving]
[Marshall] All righty.
Home sweet home. Thanks for the ride.
Yeah, of course.
Hey, you wanna come up? See the place?
You know, maybe have a beer or something?
Uh, probably not a beer, huh?
N-- n-- no. [chuckles]
-Prob-- probably not. -You like water?
Yeah. Water would be great.
[car door shuts closed]
Um, nice place.
A little-- little small, isn't it?
As long as I can stretch out, I'm good.
Uh, you didn't wanna move back with your mom?
Um, you know, me and her...
we're sort of better with a little distance.
[Marshall] Yeah.
Samuel is the same way.
Parents and kids, right?
[sighs]
I guess that's why he, uh,
why he wants to leave.
He wants his space.
The truth is, he's never home
even when he is there...
especially lately.
He thinks I'm--
I'm making a mistake with you.
Wasting my time.
Lonely thing trying to save people.
Lonelier still when it's your own son.
I've always been a better pastor than a father.
Same thing, isn't it?
Yeah, well, he--
he stopped listening to me a long time ago.
Doesn't mean you stop trying.
Look, pastor...
keep the faith.
If you don't, who will?
[chuckles]
Yeah, I better-- I better get going.
[grunting]
Don't forget to use this.
I'll do my best.
Good night.
[train honking]
[car beeps]
[train honking]
[car revving]
[gravel grinding]
♪
[door clicks open]
Little late, huh?
Yeah, I guess so.
How about you? What did you do?
Homework at Kaitlyn's.
You?
Oh, just left the church.
You know, working late.
Everything okay?
It's fine.
[ominous music plays]
Okay.
-See you tomorrow. -Look...
I-- I know you hate what I'm doing with Troy.
Figured that out yourself, huh?
I'm not asking you to understand...
but I need you to trust me son.
Trust you?
Yeah.
He killed mom.
-I know. -He killed her.
I know.
He killed her.
-How can you just forgive? -I can't.
I can't.
I never thought I'd see him again.
It's one thing to-- to forgive someone from far away.
It's another to do it
up close day in, day out.
But if I don't, then...
what did she die for?
What good comes of it?
Nothing.
She died so that you could save his soul.
Mm-mm, she died...
and God is giving me a chance...
to make something out of it.
You too.
Come on.
[Samuel sobs]
I got you. I got you.
[Samuel sobs]
[ominous music stops]
[knocking on door]
About that time.
Well, there's no such thing as that time
-when you are a pastor. -[chuckles]
Ever wish there was?
Just about every time I look at my paycheck.
-[chuckles] -Oh.
You-- you gonna be all right getting home?
Uh, yeah. I'll be all right.
You gonna be all right getting home?
-I'll be all right. -[chuckles]
All right.
[laughs]
Have a good night, pastor.
Yeah, you too, Troy.
You too.
[chuckles]
[car revving]
[ominous music plays]
[Samuel] Hey.
Get in.
♪
[Troy] Thanks for the ride.
[car revving]
[bell ringing]
[train honking]
[gravel grinding]
[train horn blaring]
Your dad told me about Brown.
You must be really excited to get outta here...
just like I was.
I'm nothing like you.
We're all the same, kid.
We've all sinned.
That's what your dad taught me.
[sighs]
[bell ringing]
It was quick.
What?
Your mother, how it happened.
That was the worst part...
she didn't fight it.
I held her in my arms as she died.
Bleeding out all over your floor.
[inhales deeply]
It was supposed to be quick.
Just a little smash-and-grab.
I didn't think anyone was home...
then she came into the kitchen.
I got scared I-- I fired.
I'll never forget what she said to me.
It's been five years...
and I've never forgotten.
"I forgive you."
Like what kind of person does that?
Could I do that?
Could you?
[Samuel crying]
[bell ringing]
♪
Go ahead.
Make it quick.
I won't fight it either.
-[inhales deeply] -[grunts]
[bell ringing]
[ominous music intensifies]
-[Samuel grunts] -[squishing]
[bell rings]
[squishing]
♪
[thumping]
[bell ringing]
[thumping]
[bell ringing]
[gate whirring]
[ominous music plays]
[phone ringing]
Troy?
[phone continues ringing]
Dad.
What happened?
Did someone see you?
No, no, no. No one saw me.
Troy.
You-- you-- you need to move this.
-You need to get it outta here. -What am I supposed to do?
I don't know. I don't-- I don't care.
-Just get it out of here. -Okay, fine.
I-- I-- I'll ditch the car by the side of the road.
I-- I-- I'll wipe it clean. It-- it'll be fine.
No, no, it won't.
The police are gonna come looking for him,
when they do I-- I--
What-- what-- Are you gonna tell 'em?
-The man is dead. -You're my father!
-What am I supposed to do? -You sided with him
after he killed my mother!
Huh? Now you--
you are gonna side with the police.
Who-- who's side are you on, dad?
Uh!
Fine, I'll get the same five years he did.
No you won't.
What-- what are you talking about?
You're 18.
You're a Black man in Texas.
You-- you get premeditated homicide,
life without parole.
He gets five years and I get life?
Wa-- was it an accident?
[crickets chirping]
Just gimme a heads up before you call 'em.
Take my car.
[Samuel] What?
[Marshall] Take my car and go home.
[Samuel] What are you gonna do?
Go home!
-[car door click open] -[car door slams shut]
[car revving]
[car door slams shut]
[pensive music plays]
[car revving]
♪
[car door slam]
♪
[Marshall grunts]
[rustling]
♪
[Marshall grunts and pants]
[body thuds]
♪
[Marshall grunts and pants]
[panting]
[splashing]
-[sighs] -[thud]
♪
[man] You get all that blood off your hands, preacher.
-[door clicks open] -[bell jingles]
[door slams shut]
[ominous instrumental plays]
♪
[car revving]
[gravel grinding]
♪
[splashing]
[water dripping]
♪
[car revving]
♪
[splashing]
[water dripping]
[window squeaking]
[water sprinkling]
♪
[rustling in drawer]
♪
[car revving]
♪
[car door slams shut]
♪
[grunting]
[car approaching]
♪
[dog barking]
[Samuel] Dad, what did you do?
[Marshall] Don't ask me.
[Samuel] What did you do, daddy?
[Marshall] Don't ask me...
ever.
Do you understand?
[ominous instrumental plays]
Go to school.
♪
[car revving]
♪
[sighs]
[Maureen] Marshall?
You're positive?
As positive as we can be.
That is--
that is horrible.
Mm.
I-- I understand from his PO
that he was working for you.
Uh, part-time. Yeah.
I mean, he was having trouble finding a job.
Yeah, you don't think he could have found a job
in any other fine church in this town?
No, I don't know, Maureen, he came to me.
I wonder why he came back at all.
Well, his mom is sick.
His mom was dead.
She fell ill a couple years ago.
Died fast.
What, then-- what?
You didn't know.
And you don't think that maybe you just--
you just brought him on
so you could keep an eye on him?
Wait for a moment that was vulnerable.
-[Marshall scoffs] -I don't know and I gotta ask--
I gotta ask the questions. That's my job.
[sighs]
No, we-- we didn't talk a whole lot.
He-- he worked mostly. That's pretty much it.
Where were you that night?
Here, working.
All night?
Well, eventually I did go home.
Uh-huh.
Samuel can vouch for that?
-Yeah, sure. -I mean, maybe you just
don't have anything to do with this at all?
I don't know, I just have to know
-what I gotta know, you know? -Hmm.
Hmm. So I'll be in touch.
You're kind.
What you were trying to do for Troy,
it's better than I would've done.
-He was lost. -[Maureen chuckles]
We all are.
Don't disappear on me, Marshall.
[footsteps clump]
[sighs]
[door creak]
[door clicks closed]
Okay...
[sorrowful music plays]
♪
[Maureen] Did you know anything about it?
[phone ringing]
[Samuel] No.
I wish I did though.
-I thank whoever did it. -[Maureen] Oh!
So you're glad about it?
Wouldn't you be?
Y'all got any suspects?
A few suspicions.
You two got into an altercation, right?
Small town. People talk.
Did you kill him?
You're real direct.
Uh-huh.
No...
but I wish I did.
Pretty direct yourself.
I'm just honest.
Understandably, I can't take you at your word.
I-- I get why you're asking, but it wasn't me.
Hmm.
Okay. Well, thank you for your time.
-That's it? -That's it.
[sighs]
I'm finished here.
Put a black and white on him.
I think so. We'll see.
[chair squeaking]
[car revving]
[ominous instrumental plays]
♪
[students murmuring]
♪
[pensive music plays]
[Scott] The witness was driving-by
the night of the murder.
Said she saw a car parked off to the side of the road.
Mm-hmm.
[Scott] Here's the fun part.
She also saw a man standing there alone.
[ominous instrumental plays]
[grunts]
♪
[Maureen] And you're confident about the timeline?
We'll see.
[birds chirping]
[water splashing]
♪
[sighs]
[swoosh]
[ominous instrumental plays]
♪
[sniffs]
♪
[siren blaring]
We've ran the apartment for prints.
-Oh! -[siren blaring]
[sniffs]
-[smacks lips] -Let me guess, you found mine.
We did.
Yeah, I was there...
a few nights ago.
I just baptized him.
He...
wanted to show me his place and we talked.
Okay.
Here's the thing.
A dozen people saw
Samuel threaten Troy at a bar
a few nights before he died.
And his girlfriend said that he had followed him
a few nights in a row...
and that she gave him a knife to use in self defense.
What do you want me to say, Maureen?
I want you to say that you didn't know
that your-- your son was antagonizing the man
that killed your wife.
I want you to tell me that you--
you didn't know that he threatened him.
I want you to tell me that you didn't know any of this.
That's what I want you to tell. Can you tell me?
Tell me!
[sniffs]
I hired Troy 'cause I wanted to watch him.
Yeah, well, I-- I was suspicious.
Maybe I was afraid...
when he asked for a job, I thought,
"Hey, this is an opportunity."
An opportunity for what?
An opportunity to-- to-- to see if I was wrong
about him five years ago.
See if I-- if I gave him a second chance,
I could say, "See, he didn't want it."
Were you wrong about it?
[sniffs]
What happened, Marshall?
This case is gonna go to trial.
No, it won't.
I'm gonna plead guilty.
And the judge will sentence you right there.
This is premeditated murder.
30 years to life.
You will never see daylight again.
-I know all this. -So why are you doing it?
If there is reasonable doubt about you,
if the judge thinks that in any way
you are covering for Samuel...
he will stay the conviction...
the investigation will continue
and I will have to go after your son.
Do you understand me?
[sniffs]
Okay. So that's how it is?
Yeah. I guess.
I'm sorry, Marshall.
[intercom door buzzer buzzing]
[door slams shut]
I am too.
[car revving]
[tires screeching]
[ominous instrumental]
[door clicks open]
♪
What are you doing?
[intercom door buzzer buzzing]
He wanted this to happen.
I told you, he is a murderer.
He is nothing but a murderer.
How do-- how do you expect someone like that to change?
Because sometimes even a murderer...
needs a little grace.
I won't let you ruin your life.
Dad, Dad, don't do this.
No, I've made my decision. The arraignment is tomorrow.
-I won't fight it. -Dad-- dad, listen-- listen.
[Marshall] I'm done.
[intercom door buzzer buzzing]
Okay, Marshall.
Sorry kid.
[harmonious instrumental plays]
♪
[Maureen] You looking for something?
Hello, Samuel.
How's it going?
Nice church.
I guess so.
My folks raised me Catholic.
I sat in pew every Sunday until I made confirmation.
It was the first thing to go when I went to college.
"A lapsed Catholic is a good Catholic,"
or so they say.
A month after my mom died, I went back.
It was the first time I had been there in decades.
Mm, I sat there trying to figure out
if I did it 'cause of faith...
if I just wanted to feel her again.
-Did it work? -Huh!
-[sighs] -We're all alone, Samuel.
Do you think he did it?
My dad's never lied to me before.
There's always a first time.
Is that why you're here?
I'm understandably confused...
how-- how--
how a man who worked so hard...
to forgive the man that killed his wife...
who welcomed him into the church...
and by all accounts...
tried to save his soul...
would suddenly kill him.
[sighs]
You have to ask him.
I did.
I didn't believe the lie he told me.
[sighs]
If you know something different than what he said...
it is your moral obligation to do something.
He loves you...
you know that.
A lot.
He's being arraigned tomorrow.
I, uh...
I wanted you to know.
[soft piano plays]
♪
[door slams shut]
[car door clicks open]
[car door slams shut]
[car revving]
♪
[thud]
♪
[car idling]
♪
♪ Amazing grace ♪
♪ How sweet the sound ♪
That saved a wretch.
♪ That saved ♪
♪ A wretch like me ♪
I once was lost.
♪ I once was lost ♪
♪ But now am found ♪
♪ Was blind ♪
♪ But now I see ♪
Amen!
[all applauding]
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