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Previously on Happy Face...

The Happy Face Killer
called this show.

-Why?
-He's my father.

KEITH:
I don't hear Melissa.

What do you want?

When I confessed in '95,

I held one back.

What was her name?

You're still my little girl.

Digging in my pockets
for treasure.

-BEN: Whiskey River.
-MELISSA: A bar in Texas.

BEN: If you go down this road,
it's going to come out

that your dad is the Happy
Face Killer, you know that.

IVY:
Small town remembers Heather
Richmond in Jefferson, Texas.

Heather's boyfriend
at the time, Elijah Carter,

was convicted of her murder.

-He's still on death row.
-Death row?

We need to go to Texas
and figure out what's going on

right now.

* *

IVY:
So... you know you have

to tell Elijah's lawyer
everything, right?

I know.

(sighs)

(knocking)

June Jesperson?

-JUNE: Yes.
-OFFICER: Can we come in
for a minute?

Go downstairs.

JUNE:
Your father's in jail.

(breathes shakily)

Mom.

Mom, wait!

For what?

Murder.

ELIJAH:
When the coroner said

that Heather died
around midnight...

(scoffs)
I had an alibi.

I was working on the graveyards

at the warehouse back then.

And once
the cops found that out,

they changed their whole story.

Said Heather died at 8:00.

which was bad for me,
'cause I clocked in at 9:00.

Man, I never had a chance, man.

I never would've hurt Heather.

Never would've hurt nobody.

GABRIELA: I recorded this video
three years ago, when I took

on Elijah's case.

I can get you
copies of everything.

After we lost our last appeal,

we were out of options.

But your father's confession
is a gamechanger.

So you're sure
Elijah's innocent, Gabriela?

I am sure
his confession was coerced.

He recanted,
but the judge still let it in.

I am sure
the only physical evidence

was his print
on Heather's steering wheel.

A car he'd been in many times.

They had no blood,
no hair, no DNA.

Just a 23-year-old Black kid
dating a pretty white girl.

What do you need from us?

GABRIELA:
What I need from you, Ivy,

is an absolute media ruckus.

We need to pressure the D.A.

to join forces, reopen the case.

With the confession,
the trampoline,

and the guitar pick,
and Melissa,

who can testify to both--

Wait,
I have to testify in court?

Once we get a hearing, yes.

JUNE:
Wake up!

Let's go.

MELISSA:
Mom, what's going on?

Get your coats.

We need to go.

-Mommy...
-Now!

Okay.

Let's go.

-Yeah.
-Where are we going?

What's she even doing in there?

Open the back.

Mom, what are
we even doing here?

What are all those papers?

Just hurry up and open it.

We still have more stores to do.

Eight?

We can't just buy
every paper in America, Mom.

This is fucking ridiculous.

It can't be true.

It's true. He confessed.

So now we just get on
with our lives.

If people find out that that--

that man is your father,

that's all you'll ever be.

You hear me?

Ever.

I don't think I can do that.

-Melissa?
-No, I know how I sound,

but I, um...

My kids don't know.

No one does.

I think I, I think I need to go.

-Now? You don't want
to at least listen to--
-Um, I--

I'm just...

Hey, guess who just
told me over lunch

that he's retiring
in two months,

and he wants me to take over?

I'm freaking out, I'm totally,
totally freaking out.

-Okay, what's going on?
-I...

Of course I want to help
this guy on death row.

He's been in prison for almost

30 years
for something my dad did,

and I've been off
living my fucking life.

Hey, it is not your fault, babe.

-Okay?
-Then why do I feel like it is?

Melissa, please.

Just take a breath.

Okay? Breathe.

Sweetie, breathe.

(exhales, grunts)

-Okay.
-Okay, I'm breathing,
I'm breathing.

(exhales)

Okay, who's retiring?

-Is it William?
-Oh, forget it,
not important right now.

Yes, it is. Also...

I'd rather
talk about anything else.

(chuckles)
Okay, well,

William is recommending

that I take over
as regional manager.

It would be more money,
more freedom,

more of a say in things.

I-I think I got a shot.

I'm really proud of you.
I love you.

I'll call you back, okay? Bye.

All right, bye.

*

("Never Coming Home"
by Bryan Martin playing)

* I do my kinda driftin'
with a guitar and a bottle *

* And I play it good and loud *

* I cut tail and run too often
to a bar down in Austin *

* If I forget the words you can
blame it on the Crown... *

Okay.

Hungry or thirsty?

Um, uh...

Just a beer.

-Something local?
-Something local.

* You can bet I know *

* About a heavy load *

* They call it playin'
for a livin' *

* But the truth is it isn't *

* As easy as writin' a song *

* Tell my babies I love 'em *

* But their daddy
ain't never coming home *

Uh, my dad used to come here.

Oh, yeah? When was this?

Uh, long time ago.

He was a... trucker.

What was his name?

Keith. Actually...

I have a picture.

Maybe you might recognize him?

No, I don't recognize him.

But... Hey, Dad?

-Oh, no, no, no, that's okay.
-Oh, please.

He loves talking about
the old days when he was king.

Is this man bothering you?

No, no, I didn't mean
to interrupt your lunch.

-Oh. Carl O'Neill.
-Melissa.

Ah, "Melissa."

That is the greatest song
that Gregg Allman ever wrote.

Oh, bite your tongue.

It's "Whipping Post."

-Just get, go, go, go, go.
-Ah.

Now, uh, who have you got there?

Um...

It's my dad.

He was a trucker.
He used to come here

-when he was on the road.
-He looks familiar.

Um, a lot of truckers
have come here over the years

for a hot meal and good music.

It's a thankless job. Lonely.

I hope he's retired now.

-Something like that, yeah.
-Mm.

Anyway, uh, thank you so much.

-I'll let you get
back to your lunch.
-Nice to meet you, Melissa.

Nice to meet you, too.

* They call it
playin' for a livin' *

* But the truth is, it isn't *

* As easy as writin' a song *

* Tell my babies I love them *

* But their daddy ain't
never comin' home. *

("Ghost" by Kailey Swanson
playing)

-* Storm rolls in *
-Did you know Heather?

-* Rolls in *
-* To my... *

No. Did you?

Yeah, of course.
Went to school together.

She's a few years ahead of me.

And then
we worked here together.

She was a... a real good girl.

So sorry for your loss.

So you just, uh...

exploiting my dead friend
for your social media?

-No, not at all.
-If you do,

make sure
you get a picture of him, too.

Be open bar
the night he finally pays.

* There's a ghost in my bed *

* Moms... *

MAN:
Hey, Cody, can we get
another round down here?

* Them kids gone now... *

KEITH:
Who didn't ante up?

Hmm.

Yeah, it's only a matter of time

before Dr. Greg comes calling.

(laughs)

They're probably gonna do
a whole episode on me.

Huh?

After all, I'm the one
who gave 'em number nine.

And let me tell you,

there's a lot more
where that came from.

(laughs)

We'll do Dr. Greg,
then more shows,

then newspapers, magazines.

You know, I hear
there's a couple of guys down

in San Quentin--
they're making a podcast.

-Podcast?
-Yeah, podcast.

Course, I'm only doing it

because
it's the right thing to do.

It is.

-I'm gonna save a man's life.
-Yeah?

Really. If it weren't for me,

he'd be getting the needle
before the Fourth of July.

So nobody can say
I'm all that bad.

(indistinct crowd chatter)

-Oh, come on, dude.
-(both grunting)

-And who do we have here?
-Give it back.

Check it out, Eva.

Queenie HB's creeping
on a hot criminal.

Give it back.

You just give it back
to her, Victoria.

What did you call me? Queenie?

Short for Queen Hairy Bush.

Later.

(crowd chatter, laughter)

Hey, you okay?

Why aren't we friends anymore?

We are friends.

Look, when you change
in the locker room, it's, like,

sticking out everywhere,
so get a wax

or a razor or something, okay?

My grandfather's
a serial killer.

("Happy" by Jenny Lewis
& The Watson Twins playing)

* So happy *

* Happy *

* Oh, so happy... *

* Happy *

* Oh, oh-oh, oh *

* So happy *

* Happy *

* Oh, oh-oh, oh *

* So happy *

* So happy. *

* *

-TYLER: Wedding ring.
-Oh, sorry.

MELISSA: No, no. I should've
caught it. Thank you, Tyler.

-TYLER: Course. You know...
-IVY: I-I hear you...

...sometimes I get stressed
about having $72,000

in student loans
from film school.

Then I spot
a marital inconsistency

on a fake dead body,
and I'm like,

"No, that was totally worth it."

MELISSA:
Am I sensing some sarcasm?

TYLER:
Sarcasm is my baseline.

Oh, good to know.

IVY:
Okay. All right. Thank you.

Okay, I was on with Gabriela.
We are good

to visit Elijah tomorrow.

-MELISSA: That's great.
-IVY: Really?

I'm surprised
you even want to come.

Can you darken
her tattoo, please?

What's the "L" for, anyway?

-MELISSA:
Um, her middle name was Lorelai.
-IVY: Tyler.

Let's do one more take of this

and then set up
for the next shot.

TYLER:
Yeah, the, uh, footage
of what Heather had

in her pockets
that night, right?

IVY:
Yeah. Lipstick,

money, and half a joint.

Go ahead, Tyler.

Hey.

I don't understand
why you're mad.

Maybe I would like you to care

as much about the Black man
on death row as you do

about your anonymity.

That is unfair.

This story is about something
bigger than just you.

We good, Tyler?

Do you want it to be good

or good enough?

Please remind me why I pushed
Dr. Greg to fly him down here.

("Carry Me Away"
by Maybird playing)

* Sometimes it's all I need *

* Close my eyes *

* And let *

* Your melody *

* Carry me away... *

JOSH:
Sup, killer?

Sorry, what?

I said "What's up?"

Oh, um...

nothing, really.
Just shopping...

for, like, whatever.

Cool, cool. Yeah. Um...
I'm-I'm Josh, by the way.

You're Hazel, right?

Yeah. Okay, yeah.

I-I know you know Eva, so...

I saw you...
eating lunch earlier.

Yeah. Yeah, no, I-I-I do,
in fact, eat lunch.

Yeah. (laughs)

Well, uh, later, Hazel.

(alarm blaring)

STORE OWNER:
Hey!

Hand it over.

MELISSA:
Here, let's take off
that fake blood.

Oh, I can do it myself.

I've played a dead girl
a million times.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

All right.
Take as many as you need.

-Thanks.
-Mm-hmm.

You are a trooper.

Thank you so, so much.
Thank you.

Uh, Tyler, can you
walk her to her car?

-TYLER: Yeah.
-(phone buzzing)

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

Hey, Ivy.

I am so sorry about today.

-I just...
-JOYCE: Excuse me.
-(stammers)

Y'all work for Dr. Greg?

I'm Joyce, Elijah's sister.

-Gabriela told me you were here.
-Oh, my gosh.

Hi. I was gonna
call you tomorrow.

I'm Ivy. This is Melissa.

I've spent nearly three decades
screaming into the wind.

The women that finally
heard me get hugs.

-Oh. Oh.
-(chuckles)

-Come here. (laughs)
-Oh.

-Thank you. Thanks.
-MELISSA: Yeah.
-TYLER: What about me?

I'm Tyler. He/they.

Get in here, Tyler. (laughs)

Oh.

Sorry I'm a mess.
I'm still in shock

that this is all happening.

This man confessing?

I am so grateful to all of you

-for coming down here.
-It's the least we can do.

JOYCE:
I always believed that,
if more people just

heard our story,
knew what we've been through,

-then something would
finally change.
-(phone buzzing)

It-It's so nice to meet you.
I'm so sorry,

-excuse me just one moment.
-Okay.

Hey, what's up?
I can't really talk right now.

What's up? Well, what's up

is that your daughter
just got caught shoplifting.

For the tenth time,
I wasn't shoplifting.

What? Shoplifting what?

BEN:
Here. Why don't you...

Go ahead, you-- just--
you can tell her what you stole.

Bikini wax.

Okay.

Did they arrest you?

No. Dad's overreacting.

You're lucky that the owner
didn't overreact, Hazel.

It was that little
mom-and-pop pharmacy

up by the school, and the owner
was relatively understanding.

It's so dumb.
It was an accident.

Okay, we'll talk about this
when I get home.

I'll be back tomorrow night.
(sighs)

Tomorrow night?
This is a big deal, Melissa.

I know that, Ben.

I just...

You just what?

Melissa, you what?
You just what?

Ben, I have...
I have to call you back, okay?

Melissa, what...?

-Ivy.
-IVY: What?

Everything okay?

Look.

(train passing)

Turn that camera off.

Look,

I appreciate the theatrics
and the fresh air,

Gabriela, but I don't know
what you think this proves.

It proves Jesperson was here.
It proves there's enough here

for you to reopen this case.

Does Jesperson own
the happy face symbol?

Because it's also my
granddaughter's favorite emoji.

Maybe we should
get her down here.

Is your granddaughter
six feet tall?

That's pretty high up.

And you are?

I'm Melissa. Melissa Reed.

District Attorney
Craig Callaway.

Pleasure to meet you. Look,

this is great
for y'all's show, I get it,

but in court it's nothing.

GABRIELA:
You know it'd play really well
with a jury.

Especially when you pair it
with an on-camera confession

from a convicted serial killer.

(scoffs) Oh, what,
the footage you sent me? This...

Look, all I see in that
are the ravings of a madman.

And then a trampoline
with no receipt

confirming the date of purchase,

and a guitar pick

from a bar that makes
thousands of them every year.

I have six of those
at home in a junk drawer.

Does that make me a killer?

MELISSA:
There's a corroborating witness.

It's the daughter.

The witness
is Jesperson's daughter.

What if she was willing
to testify?

Look, I've been a district
attorney for almost 30 years.

I've seen a lot of crimes
and a lot of families.

I don't know this woman,
but my experience tells me that,

if you grow up
with a monster for a parent,

you end up as an adult
with your own set of problems.

The Internet being what it is,

it wouldn't take long
to find out what this particular

woman's issues are,

whatever they may be,
use them on the stand,

and make her testimony
worthless.

You can take that tape down.

* If I left you? *

* And it's fine for some *

* 'Cause you're not the one *

* You're not the one there *

(grunting)

-* There *
-What the fuck?

* There *

* There... *

Stop. Please.

(grunts)

Your daddy better get
the needle.

You deserve it, too,
stupid bitch.

-(grunts)
-(laughter)

(school bell rings)

Heard you were
a little thief, huh?

Who told you that?

Breaking the law
like your grandpa already?

So it's true?

So what if it is?

Do you know who
the Night Stalker was?

Who?

He was a sick fuck
like your grandpa.

My uncle Rafa
was one of the guys

who helped catch him
in East L.A.

That's basically why
I became a Murderino.

What's a Murderino?

Person obsessed with true crime.

Come with us
tomorrow after school

and we'll show you.

Cool.

IVY:
We are already
on our way there, sir.

I-I hear you.
I understand, but that's...

So there's no way? Okay. Okay.

Oh, no. No, no, no, that's fine.

You have a great day.
No, thank you.

Ugh, goddamn it!

Hey.

The prison
just revoked our visit.

We can't see Elijah.

What? Can they do that?

(sighs)

It was Callaway.

It had to be.
He made the call, didn't he?

You're getting the hang of this.

(door closes)

-MELISSA: Hey.
-Hey.

MELISSA:
Ugh.

God, I'm so tired.

Hey. How was your flight?

Uh... (groans) Not too bad.

How's Hazel?

Grounded.

(chuckles, groans)

I bought her some trinkets
at the airport.

(sighs) You just got her, like,
a million birthday presents,

-Melissa.
-I know.

I got her some keychains
and stuff. Got one for Max, too.

Anyway, mm...

I have some...

...way worse news.

Mm, can't wait.

I'm...

thinking about coming out.

Like...

about my dad.

On the show.

This morning
we met with the D.A.,

and he was
such a fucking asshole.

He refuses to even
investigate my dad's claims.

They won't
let us interview Elijah.

It's like
they're planning on letting

an innocent man die.

I'm sorry, okay, but I-I think

they know more
about this than you do.

Or they're a bunch of
old powerful white guys

who don't want to admit
they made a major mistake.

Elijah's attorney told us that

if the D.A. won't play ball,

then our segment

needs to make more noise.
That's the only way

to pressure
these conservative courts.

(laughs)
You're going to pressure

a conservative court in Texas?

If I don't, then what?

The story will air without me.

It'll get some attention

but not enough, and then...

and then Elijah will die,
and it's my fault.

I understand, okay?

I understand that
you want to help this guy.

But if the authorities
don't think...

Oh, fuck the authorities.

They don't care about
people like Elijah.

They don't care
about people like me.

If you are related
to a murderer,

then you're pretty much

as bad as he is.
That's-that's basically

what the D.A. told me
this morning.

He should not be
in charge of anybody's life.

He made me feel
like I was nothing,

like... like I was 15 again,

like I was responsible.

Guess what. I am not responsible

for what my dad did.

I am so sick
of feeling like I am.

I'm just so fucking desperate

to keep this secret,
and-and for who?

HAZEL:
Not me.

MELISSA:
Oh, my God, Hazel.

Wha-What did you hear?

I already knew. I heard Dad

talking on the phone
with you the other night.

What? Why-why didn't you
say anything?

Why didn't you tell me?

You weren't here, Mom.

Okay, look, don't-don't
think that you're not in trouble

-anymore because of this.
-Oh, my God.

I know I'm in trouble,

but whatever.

You guys lied to me for years,

so you're in trouble, too.

And, no, I didn't mean to steal

that stupid bikini wax.

It wasn't a cry for help.
It was an accident!

MELISSA:
Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

I'm sorry that we lied to you.

BEN:
Yeah.

MELISSA:
I just...

I couldn't see any other way.

Whatever.

It's fine.

But you should, like,
help this guy,

-if you can.
-BEN: Oh, come on.

You don't know what you're
talking about, Hazel.

-Just-just let her talk.
-No, she doesn't--

She has no idea
what you guys went through.

And we keep this
a secret for a reason, Melissa.

So that we can
protect our family.

Yeah, but it's not 1995 anymore.

People are, like,
into true crime.

I told some people at school,
and they think it's super cool.

-What? What's super cool?
-Who did you tell?

-Grandpa.
-BOTH: Do not call him that.

What am I supposed to call him?

MELISSA:
Nothing.

(sighs)

Just because
I might come forward,

that does not mean
that you will ever, ever

have a relationship with him.

Isn't that up to me?

-Oh, my God.
-No. Hazel, no.

-See, is this what you want?
-No, no, it's not up to you.

Okay? He is very dangerous.

He is a killer.

MAX:
Who's a killer?

BEN (sighing):
Oh, great.

-He's nine.
-I know, I'll keep it simple.

-Hey, buddy, I missed you.
-Hi, Mom.

Oh! Come here.

Come here. I...

I have to tell you
something kind of...

kind of important, okay?

Okay.

You know how I told you that
my dad died when I was 15?

That was a lie.

The truth is
that he went to prison

then...

and he's still there.

What did he do?

He hurt people.

Bad people?

No, Bug.

When will he get out of jail?

BEN:
Never. Never.

He can't hurt
anyone else, buddy.

Can I have some ice cream?

MELISSA:
Yeah.

Go, go, go.

I, um,

I'm not gonna do this
unless I know

you're both behind me.

-I'm behind you.
-You're a kid.

-Well, this affects her, too.
-BEN: That's my point.

She has no idea,

no idea the ways
that this could affect her.

So-so lying is better
than telling the truth?

Because that's, like,
the opposite of everything

you guys have ever taught me.

I agree.

We've been lying long enough.

It's not making
anything better anymore.

For you, maybe, but this
is more than just about you.

This isn't about me.

It's about an innocent man
who's got 58 days left,

and there's one court
that can change that,

and-and we have
to pressure them.

That's-that's just how it works.

'Cause you're an expert now?

Is that it? You're a lawyer?

You know, I got thrown in,

I'm just trying
not to drown, okay?

-I think it's badass, Mom.
-Thanks, Haze.

I think that you have
been on the road,

away from your family,

and then you came home
and you brought them treasures,

and now you want to go on TV
and make yourself known.

Does that sound like the kind
of person you want to be?

Or does that remind you
of someone else you know?

What?

Who are you talking about?

Mom can tell you.

I'm gonna go for a run.

Hey, come here.

Your dad's just
trying to protect us.

I'm sorry I stole.

I swear it was an accident.

I know.

I believe you.

Am I still grounded?

Oh,

absolutely.

* *

* *

(indistinct chatter
in background)

You get 'em, girl.

(studio bell rings)

You ready to do this?

Nope.

DIRECTOR:
All right, everyone,
cameras are up.

Dr. Greg is on the floor.

Be ready to roll
on the feed in ten.

And get that multiview working.

Okay, Blaine, go... on theme.

(show's theme music playing)

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

let's put our hands together
and give a warm welcome

to our very own Dr. Greg.

Welcome to the Murder Museum.

That's Bob.

He loves visitors.

Hello, Bob.

He's named after Robert Pickton,

Canada's most famous
serial killer.

Fed all his victims to pigs.

Hazel, I thought

your grandpa was Canada's
most famous serial killer.

Who's your grandfather?

Um, the Happy Face Killer?

He was born in Canada,

-but he...
-Killed here. I know.

We have some of his work.

You do?

Duh.

That's why we're here.

So, can we get tickets?

KEITH:
Heather Richmond

was my kill.

I'm the one who found her

walking down
that Texas road that day.

You know, I used to duct-tape

my victims
to the floor of the cab

so they'd stay put while I
looked for a place to dump 'em,

and I didn't have any that day,

and I remember she was

bouncing around like
a rag doll there in the back.

Anyway,

I put Heather
down by that bridge

near the Chicory River,
picked up my load,

and drove straight to Washington

to see my kids.

DR. GREG (sighing):
Wow.

Melissa?

Before we get into
this bombshell

of a confession and
everything it's set off

down there in Texas,

perhaps we should first explain

why the Happy Face Killer

called into the show
in the first place.

Let's just explain

why you're here.

I...

(exhales)

Because he's my father.

(crowd gasping)

You had no idea

the monster
you were living with?

No. No.

Um, he was on the road a lot,

and when he would came home,

he was, you know,

Disneyland Dad. (chuckles)

Go for Chilliwack on the BAM.

Camera A, stay on Melissa.

Okay, get her
talking about this one.

DR. GREG:
He was just Dad, right?

Tell me, where was
this photo taken?

(sighs)

In Chilliwack, uh,

British Columbia.

We used to camp there
every summer.

What did you and your family
do there?

MELISSA:
We would, uh, go hiking
and fishing and swimming.

We would roast marshmallows.
You know...

same as every other family.

Right, right.

I mean, these are
happy memories.

I didn't come here
to humanize him.

DR. GREG:
He's your father, Melissa.

But I'm here to talk
about Elijah.

DR. GREG:
(stammers) And we will
get to him, absolutely,

but this story is complex.

People want to hear
your experience.

They want to know

what it's like

to grow up with a serial killer.
Am I right? Am I right?

(applause)

Chilliwack was our happy place.

Um...

my first memory's
actually from there.

It's just a flash, but it's...

it's my mom

holding me.

And Dad smiling at us
from across the river.

You loved

your father, right?

I did.

And you still do.

-No.
-Melissa.

No.

I know this might be
difficult, but

can we talk about
your father's crimes?

Just the basics.

MELISSA:
Um, he picked them up
on the road,

um, usually at truck stops.

Um, he could be charming, funny.
He, um,

came off like a guy
you could trust.

DR. GREG:
Were they, um, working girls?
Prostitutes?

MELISSA:
Some of them
were sex workers, yes.

Sex became rape.

Strangulation.

And then he would dump
the bodies in rural areas.

Many of them weren't found, uh,
for years.

DR. GREG:
Sure. Wow.

Uh, can we talk about
how your father got caught?

A woman named Louise Nelson.

Go for Louise on the BAM.

Camera A, push on Melissa.

Uh, he was questioned
about her murder,

and that led to...

an eventual confession

to her and seven others.

What made Louise different
from the other victims?

He knew her.

Um, they were dating.

They said they were
gonna get married.

Uh... I-I thought

she'd make a cool stepmom.

It was so stupid of me
to believe him.

Not at all, Melissa. Not at all.

You were a child.

A-And you had
a connection with her.

After all,
you both loved a killer.

* *

TINA:
You found him.

I draw, too.

Well, that's intense.

I know.

He just sent me
a drawing, actually.

For my birthday.

How much do you want for it?

Oh, I don't know if I...

Well, I'll give you
a hundred bucks.

I'm not sure it's for sale.

Well, change your mind,
you know where to find me.

I've always wanted
another piece, but

his work always sells out
so fast online.

He sells it?

From prison?

Is he allowed
to make money like that?

There are ways
around the system.

DR. GREG:
Can you explain why
the D.A. Callaway has a problem

with you?

He made his bias very clear.

Which was what?

When it comes to monsters
like my father...

...the apple doesn't fall
far from the tree.

(sighs)

He said,
"I am sure this daughter has

"issues that I can expose,

use."

He said he would eviscerate her

on the stand and make
her testimony meaningless.

DR. GREG:
That, uh...

that must've been
very difficult for you.

I'm used to it.

Just last week,
a prison guard cornered me

and asked me if I was a...

sick blank like my dad.

DR. GREG:
I'm so sorry, Melissa.

It's part of...

what pushed me
to come forward today

and... and do what's right.

Wait.

Ask if she does worry
that she's like him.

What? It's a fair question.

Uh... Melissa...

I-I have to ask this.

Do you worry
that you are like him?

I would never hurt anyone.

Oh, of course not.

O-Of course not, but...

I-I can see that
I've hit a nerve here.

My life is completely different
from his.

I have a healthy marriage.

I have a-a husband
who supports me.

I am there for my kids

in a way that-that...

my parents could have never
been there for me.

You are breaking
the trauma cycle.

All I ever wanted was to have
a normal family, and...

I never want my kids to ever
worry about... (chuckles)

going hungry
or getting evicted or

having to visit their father
in prison.

Melissa, you have worked hard

to give your children everything
you never had in life.

To create a life
that looks perfect

from the outside.

But do you ever worry that

part of why you kept
your father a secret

is because you're afraid that,

deep down,

you are like him?

Watch out for tears, people.

Hey. Go easy on her.

You opened the door.
I'm just walking through it.

DR. GREG:
The person you loved

and trusted more than anybody
in the world

turned out to be a monster.

That taught you

that you were unworthy of love.

Because your father
didn't love you enough

not to kill women.

That taught you

that you were stupid

because you knew him best

and you didn't know.

And all those kids
who bullied you?

The-the D.A.s
and-and-and the prison guards,

all those people who said
you're like him?

They're just confirming
what you already knew.

Melissa, you have
a beautiful family,

the career, the house.

It all looks so perfect,

but I tell you,
it doesn't mean a lick

if you don't believe
that you deserve it.

What if I'm like him?

Is that what you're afraid of?

(crying):
It's just...

I'm...

I'm just scared. I'm just...

just so scared that I...

I came from him.

And...

he just seemed so normal,
and then there was...

this side of him
that was just so...

it was just so dark.

And you worry that
you have that, too?

Sometimes.

That's why I don't like
to see him ever.

Because he plugs into this thing

inside of me that makes me feel
so out of control.

Like... (sighs)

Like he can see something
inside of me that I...

that I didn't even know
was there.

DR. GREG:
That is your father
manipulating you.

He knows your fears,

-he knows your shame.
-(sighs)

And he knows
that you still love him.

(sighs)

But, Melissa, I know you, too.

You're empathetic,
you're smart, you're kind,

you are selfless.

-(sniffles)
-You care deeply about others.

You are your father's daughter,

but you are not like him.

-(audience murmuring)
-You never will be.

(sighs)

I know.

Do you know?

I think you should say it.

I'll never be him.

-(applause)
-You kind of agree, right?

You all agree?

How do you feel?

-Relieved.
-(laughs softly)

Good. Good.

("Happy Man"
by The Cactus Blossoms playing)

* I'm a happy man
on a gloomy day *

* Can't tell the clouds
not to act that way *

* I'm a happy man *

* On a gloomy day *

Hmm.

(birds chirping)

* I'll wait patiently *

* For things to come my way... *

Pack of blues, please.

* Dancing on the floor *

* Maybe two or three... *

Anything else?

* When they pass my way,
they all stop and say *

* I'm a happy man. *

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