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Previously on Happy Face...

The Happy Face Killer called this show.

- Why? - He's my father.

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.

-Whiskey River. -A bar in Texas.

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

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

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.

So... you know you have

to tell Elijah's lawyer everything, right?

I know.

June Jesperson?

-Yes. -Can we come in for a minute?

Go downstairs.

Your father's in jail.

Mom.

Mom, wait!

For what?

Murder.

When the coroner said

that Heather died around midnight...

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.

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?

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.

Wake up!

Let's go.

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.

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

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.

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.

♪ 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. ♪

- ♪ 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... ♪

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

♪ Them kids gone now... ♪

Who didn't ante up?

Hmm.

Yeah, it's only a matter of time

before Dr. Greg comes calling.

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.

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.

Oh, come on, dude.

- 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.

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.

♪ So happy ♪

♪ Happy ♪

♪ Oh, so happy... ♪

♪ Happy ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪

♪ So happy ♪

♪ Happy ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪

♪ So happy ♪

♪ So happy. ♪

-Wedding ring. - Oh, sorry.

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

-Course. You know... -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."

Am I sensing some sarcasm?

Sarcasm is my baseline.

Oh, good to know.

Okay. All right. Thank you.

Okay, I was on with Gabriela. We are good

to visit Elijah tomorrow.

-That's great. -Really?

I'm surprised you even want to come.

Can you darken her tattoo, please?

What's the "L" for, anyway?

- Um, her middle name was Lorelai. -Tyler.

Let's do one more take of this

and then set up for the next shot.

Yeah, the, uh, footage of what Heather had

in her pockets that night, right?

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.

♪ Sometimes it's all I need ♪

♪ Close my eyes ♪

♪ And let ♪

♪ Your melody ♪

♪ Carry me away... ♪

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.

Well, uh, later, Hazel.

Hey!

Hand it over.

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?

Yeah.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, Ivy.

I am so sorry about today.

- I just... -Excuse me.

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.

- Come here. - Oh.

- Thank you. Thanks. -Yeah. -What about me?

I'm Tyler. He/they.

Get in here, Tyler.

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.

I always believed that, if more people just

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

then something would finally change.

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?

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.

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. -What?

Everything okay?

Look.

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.

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.

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?

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 ♪

- ♪ There ♪ - What the fuck?

♪ There ♪

♪ There... ♪

Stop. Please.

Your daddy better get the needle.

You deserve it, too, stupid bitch.

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.

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?

It was Callaway.

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

You're getting the hang of this.

-Hey. - Hey.

Ugh.

God, I'm so tired.

Hey. How was your flight?

Uh... Not too bad.

How's Hazel?

Grounded.

I bought her some trinkets at the airport.

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.

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?

Not me.

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!

Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

I'm sorry that we lied to you.

Yeah.

I just...

I couldn't see any other way.

Whatever.

It's fine.

But you should, like, help this guy,

- if you can. -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. -Do not call him that.

What am I supposed to call him?

Nothing.

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.

Who's a killer?

BEN 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?

Never. Never.

He can't hurt anyone else, buddy.

Can I have some ice cream?

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. -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.

You get 'em, girl.

You ready to do this?

Nope.

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.

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?

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 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...

Because he's my father.

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.

Go for Chilliwack on the BAM.

Camera A, stay on Melissa.

Okay, get her talking about this one.

He was just Dad, right?

Tell me, where was this photo taken?

In Chilliwack, uh,

British Columbia.

We used to camp there every summer.

What did you and your family do there?

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.

He's your father, Melissa.

But I'm here to talk about Elijah.

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?

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.

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.

Were they, um, working girls? Prostitutes?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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?

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...

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

that I didn't even know was there.

That is your father manipulating you.

He knows your fears,

he knows your shame.

And he knows that you still love him.

But, Melissa, I know you, too.

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

you are selfless.

You care deeply about others.

You are your father's daughter,

but you are not like him.

You never will be.

I know.

Do you know?

I think you should say it.

I'll never be him.

You kind of agree, right?

You all agree?

How do you feel?

Relieved.

Good. Good.

♪ 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.

♪ 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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