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Previously on Happy Face...

I'm Gillian. I'm the girlfriend.

Shane didn't mention that he had a girlfriend.

Oh, not Shane.

Keith.

I get this from a little boutique

down in Miami, and I just love the name of it.

It's called Crimson Whimsy.

She is obviously one of my father's minions.

Hello?

Hi. It's Hazel.

Hazel?

When I was on the road, there was this one place

that I used to stay on the way home.

It was called "Pioneer Falls."

I had a alibi.

I was working on the graveyards

at the warehouse back then.

They changed their whole story.

Said Heather died at 8:00. I clocked in at 9:00.

She was gonna be a star.

Soon as she got over her stage fright.

But if she smoked half a joint exactly, then she could perform.

You know that wrench makes you nervous.

DNA will make this a whole different ball game.

You finally ready to support Elijah

getting a stay and a hearing?

Heather's DNA is on the wrench.

Callaway's calling a press conference.

The State of Texas

now believes that Elijah Carter

and Keith Jesperson acted together

as coconspirators in the rape and murder

of Heather Richmond.

Okay.

Guys, my dad's on the phone.

I'm gonna put you on speaker, okay?

Tell them what you told me.

KEITH There's not much to tell.

I never met Elijah a day in my life.

Callaway is a liar.

He's just trying to save his own ass.

Would you say that

- on camera? -I'll say it.

That man's done looking after my daughter,

I'm done looking after him.

Is that your daddy on the phone?

Mr. Jesperson?

This is Denise Richmond.

You killed my daughter?

Yes, ma'am.

And where are you right now?

I'm in the Oregon State Penitentiary,

uh, it-- uh, I'm working in the kitchen.

Um, but I have a lookout, so we can talk.

So, you got a job, then? Friends?

Yes, ma'am. Uh...

it's not paradise, but I'm comfortable enough.

Well...

we will rectify that.

Thanks for calling. I know you didn't want to.

Thank you for doing that.

Did you get, uh, the present that I sent you?

The picture of Brendan?

I didn't ask you to do that.

Nobody and no one hurts my little girl.

I'm gonna hang up.

-Hey, killer. - You scared me.

Yeah, that was kind of the point.

It's a nice little hiding spot, though.

I didn't even know it was down here.

Thanks.

- Want to see what he sent? - Yeah.

Yeah, we can probably get, like, $250 for that.

She's one of his victims.

For real? Oh.

Then let's double it.

See her earrings?

- Mm-hmm. - He said he kept them,

in a vent at this motel called Pioneer Falls.

He said he kept something from all his victims,

'cause he wanted to return them to their families.

Do you know where the motel is?

He said near a town called Hermiston?

Pioneer Falls?

Um...

Yeah, Pioneer Falls Motel.

It's in Hermis-- Hermiston, Oregon?

That's, like, four hours away.

Yeah.

Uh, well, you know, we should go.

Let's go after lunch tomorrow.

After lunch?

What about school?

Man, fuck school.

Come on.

You look great, Denise.

I shine up fine when I need to.

All the time, all right?

Okay, we're good.

- You guys all set? - Yeah. Good to go.

- Okay. - I'm actually gonna have you look at Ivy for this.

Actually, let's have you look

at Melissa.

Even if I ask a question,

just keep your eyes on her, okay?

Denise, can you tell us

who you are and why you're talking to us?

- My name is Denise Richmond. -Mm-hmm.

My daughter Heather

was murdered in 1995.

Up until a few days ago,

I trusted District Attorney Craig Callaway,

believed that he had convicted the right man.

But now that Heather's blood has been found

on Keith Jesperson's wrench,

I guess that's a game changer for me.

Right now, I believe Keith Jesperson

likely killed my daughter,

alone.

So, either Callaway knows something that I don't,

or he's just another man who can't admit when he's wrong.

Hey.

You didn't bring any clothes?

Way to advertise that we're cutting.

Get in the back, Eva.

This was when she really started singing.

And her voice was magic, even back then.

Who's that firecracker?

-That is my mama. - Ooh.

Grandma Lorelai.

Heather idolized her.

She got all her music talent from her, too.

And her middle name, right?

Uh... yeah, that's right.

Um, is Heather's tattoo

a nod to Grandma Lorelai, too, then?

Yeah, um, in fact, she got that same symbol carved

into the back of her guitar, you know, like, on the neck.

Like her own personal logo.

Um... uh...

- Oh, God. Yep. -That one,

I love her little teeth.

Love that.

Aww, she looks so happy.

Yeah.

I think you're wearing her out.

No, no, I'm fine,

it's just, uh...

you know, it-it's her birthday this week, so...

You know what? Why don't we, why don't we cut here?

We've got enough. Uh...

You've been so generous, Denise.

Denise?

I'm so sorry if we upset you.

No, it's fine. It just, you know,

- it sneaks up on me sometimes. - Yeah.

Would you mind if we scanned a few photos?

Uh, then we'll leave you be.

Yeah, of course.

How about some tea?

- Oh, please. Yeah. - Yeah.

- You want... - That's a great one.

- Yeah. Here you go. - Yeah.

I love this. Okay.

- Here you go, Ivy. - Thank you.

- Okay. - Thank you.

Who's Ziggy?

Uh, this says, "November 1994, Ziggy's."

That'll be Ziggy's Basement.

Yeah, it's a, it's a music bar in Dallas.

They had open mic nights, that sort of thing.

Tyler and I are gonna head to that Ziggy's Basement place.

- I want to get some B-roll. - I'll come with.

Gabriela's calling.

Hey, Gabriela. We're all here. What's up?

The CCA granted Elijah a hearing.

Oh, my God. Finally.

The DNA match on the wrench definitely made the difference.

What about the stay of execution?

No stay, but they fast-tracked the hearing.

It's in two days. I'll present everything we have then.

This hearing is a huge win.

It means we actually have a shot at a new trial,

thanks to you two.

Listen, I got to run. We'll talk soon.

Okay. All right. Thanks. Bye.

- Come on. - Thank God.

- Good job. - Oh. You, too.

I'll high-five you.

Mr. Jesperson.

I'm District Attorney Craig Callaway.

Uh, Warden Valeri was kind enough

to let us use his office.

You can sit him there

and take the cuffs off so he can eat.

You think a sandwich can make me forget

that you told the whole world I was a liar?

No glass.

The warden okayed this himself.

Why don't you have a seat outside, sir?

Just take a well-deserved break.

He knows that...

I could just smash that bottle and slit your throat

before he could get back in here.

But...

...I didn't want to ruin my TV privileges.

Because you're a man

who sees things practically.

Mmm.

So, which was it?

Elijah killed her and you dumped the body,

or the other way around?

You know, usually I'm a sour cream and onion guy,

but this-this... good. Mmm.

Help me understand something.

You let Mr. Carter waste away for almost 30 years,

and then, you wake up one morning,

and... what, you have a sudden attack of conscience?

Well...

old age.

It does funny things to a man.

I need you to write

an amended confession.

You write what I need,

you get to live out your days here,

where you got your TV and your job and fresh air

and guards who get you phones.

Mmm.

If not,

I'm happy to extradite you to Texas,

formally charge you with capital murder.

Guys on death row,

they're in a box 23 hours a day.

No fresh air, no job.

No goddamn phones.

You know, most guys lose their mind.

You'll, uh, you'll spend the next 30 years

listening to them scream.

Look, I'm not gonna be there for 30 years

because I have a needle

in my arm coming.

What is this, a death wish?

Executions take a long time to get on the calendar,

and I happen to be tight with the guy

who does the schedule.

Yours'll take decades to come around.

But if I change my story,

my little Missy won't like that.

You think she's gonna come down to Texas to see you

once this is done?

It's a one-time offer, Mr. Jesperson.

What, just...

Oh.

I am so rude.

I completely forgot to ask

about your daughter Madison.

I-I think she's a sophomore at UT Austin, right?

It's best to leave my family out of this.

You think that you got me all figured out.

No.

I know you,

your secret.

You put the wrong man away, and you know it.

And I am out of the secret-keeping business.

♪ So happy ♪

♪ Happy ♪

♪ Oh, so happy... ♪

♪ Happy ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪

♪ So happy ♪

♪ Happy ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪

♪ So happy ♪

♪ So happy. ♪

This place is like a literal crime scene.

I thought it was open.

Hazel probably didn't even check.

He said it was Room 17.

You okay?

You seem kind of pissed.

Maybe I am.

At me?

For what?

What's going on?

Nothing. We should just go.

Hazel!

We found something.

This place is so disgusting.

No, it's cool.

It totally has murder vibes.

17 isn't here.

Oh, good.

I'm so glad we drove four hours for no fucking reason.

I'm starving. Can we go eat?

Yeah, I'm-I'm hungry, too.

Wait, look.

See? Total murder vibes.

He just stayed here. He didn't kill here.

That you know of.

Do you think it's this vent?

I think it's stuck.

Do you guys need help?

No.

Where'd you get the Twinkie?

Mm. Oh, the office.

You know those are ancient, right?

Twinkies?

Nah, nah. Dude, Twinkies can

survive an apocalypse. They're like cockroaches,

but they're food.

There's nothing in here.

Then maybe someone else found it first.

Or maybe it's in a different room.

It was 30 years ago.

He might've mixed up the number.

Hey, you got a minute?

Sure. Yeah.

We need to talk.

Yeah, what's... what's going on?

I'm sorry, Ben,

but I'm pulling my recommendation.

And corporate agrees.

You're not the right fit for regional manager.

Not the right fit?

Based on what?

You've been distracted.

You ran out in the middle of a staff meeting.

You've taken multiple days off, Ben.

But, William, I've had a lot going on at home.

Which is exactly why it's not a good time for you

to add more responsibility to your plate.

Okay?

So, are you-- are you recommending someone else?

Yes.

Judy.

Judy?

I hired Judy, William.

I-I taught Judy everything that she knows.

That doesn't matter, Ben.

Doesn't matter?

Does it matter that you were screwing your assistant

when you had my job? Because I thought

that it did. I thought that it did,

but I kept that secret for you for years.

Ben, you're lucky you even have a job

because the board wants you gone.

Gone? For what? For--

For your father-in-law.

What the hell does he have to do with anything?

A lot.

We thought the story would be gone by now,

but it just keeps getting bigger.

People keep talking about it. It's a problem.

Do you know what our customers want from us, Ben?

They want safe and they want boring.

They don't want to invest their life savings with

Ted Bundy's goddamn son-in-law.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Well, looks like the one in the picture.

Good, 'cause Adele already booked us

an hour of Ziggy's time, so...

Let's shoot some B-roll

and get drunk.

Oh, dang. That is rank, dude.

Oh.

- Oh, God. - Mmm-mm, no.

Give me another key.

Yeah, I'm coming with you.

There's no vent in this one.

How could you be mad at this?

Holy shit.

-Is that a bird? -Yeah.

No, that's my cue.

I'm gonna go check the last room.

This whole thing was pointless.

Well, I mean, it doesn't have to be.

What are you doing?

Trying to kiss you.

It smells in here.

So what?

I like you.

I mean, is that, like, not obvious?

No, if you like me,

then why is your girlfriend here?

No, come on.

Summer's my ex, okay? She's not my girlfriend.

Then why did you bring them?

I mean, I... I don't know.

They're your friends. Like...

No, they're your friends.

Okay, you think that

I came all the way out in the middle of nowhere

on some murderer's scavenger hunt

for Summer?

You can kiss me now.

♪ Well, I keep on thinking about you ♪

- Wow. - ♪ Sister Golden Hair surprise ♪

-Nice place. - ♪ And I just can't ♪

-Yeah. - ♪ Live without you... ♪

- Where is he? - That's some deer.

Hello. Hi.

Oh!

Y'all must be from Dr. Greg.

Yes. I'm-I'm Ivy. Nice to meet you.

You must be Ziggy?

The one and only.

So the girl on the phone said

that you were covering an old murder?

Yes. Uh, her name was Heather Richmond.

She was an aspiring singer

from Jefferson.

- And you think she sang here? -We're not sure,

but we thought we'd see if you recognized her.

Mm.

This is her picture.

Yeah, yeah.

You know, faces come and go.

But, hey,

if I heard her voice, now, that I would remember, yeah.

Heather never recorded, sadly.

Well, do you know when she was here?

Uh, November 1994.

Oh. Well, in that case, let's have a look.

Step into my office.

Any luck?

Nope. Checked everything.

Oh, well. You guys want to go?

Yeah. Can we please go eat?

Yeah.

Oh, uh, there was a bag of jewelry

in the office, in a locker.

With earrings, kind of looked like the ones from the drawing.

What? Why didn't you say anything?

Uh, because I don't actually care.

Are you being serious, Summer?

Where were the lockers?

I'll be right back.

Hey! Wait!

Wait!

- Okay. - Holy VHS.

Yeah. I always had a problem

moving into this century.

I've been recording open mics since '89

and just kept at it.

I mean, you never know

when the next Dolly's gonna come through, right?

So, uh, '94.

-Yeah. - What'd you say her name was, again?

-Heather Richmond. - Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Sorry. No Heather Richmond.

Well, it was worth a shot.

- Uh, Ziggy, uh, do-- - Wait.

What about Lorelai?

Hmm.

'Kay...

Well, what do you know?

- Lorelai. Yeah. - You're amazing.

She was the second act of the night.

Nope, there's no way that place is...

-So creepy. - It was gross.

Disgusting.

Oh, it's Hazel.

No, fuck her. Hang up--

Fuck!

♪ I know this pain ♪

♪ Why do you lock yourself up in these chains? ♪

♪ No one can change your life except for you ♪

♪ Don't ever let anyone step all over you ♪

♪ Just open your heart and your mind ♪

♪ Is it really fair ♪

♪ To feel this way inside? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Someday, somebody's gonna ♪

♪ Make you want to turn around and say goodbye ♪

♪ Until then, baby, are you gonna let them ♪

♪ Hold you down and make you cry? ♪

♪ Don't you know? ♪

♪ Don't you know things can change? ♪

♪ Things'll go your way ♪

♪ If you hold on ♪

♪ For one more day ♪

♪ Can you hold on... ♪

This is Keith.

Hello? Grandpa?

♪ Hold on for one more day ♪

I need your help.

She was so good.

She was good.

I remember her now.

She got even better.

Wait. She came back?

Oh, yeah.

February 18, 1995.

- The night of the murder. - 1995, 1995.

Okay, three, three, three, three, three.

Four, four, four.

Heather didn't have

a joint in her pocket that night.

She had

half a joint.

Jackie said Heather always smoked

half a joint before a show.

How did we not put that together?

I know, I know.

Here she is.

That's what she was wearing the night she died.

This is the night that she died.

I'm Lorelai.

I just finished writing this one.

I hope you like it.

♪ She walks around pretending ♪

♪ She don't know who I am... ♪

So she did write it.

♪ Her fear of me is... ♪

She sure had something, that's for sure.

So she saw Elijah,

she came here to play, then what?

She hitchhiked home

and that's when my dad picked her up?

Okay, right, but...

how did she get here?

I-I mean, okay, maybe she drove herself,

and then, then, broke down on the way home?

But her car was in the lot, so why drive back to the park?

W-What time is...

♪ Angry, sometimes... ♪

Oh, my God. Pause it. Please, pause it.

Ziggy.

Is that the real time?

Oh, yeah.

Open mic's Saturday night. 9:00 to 10:30.

Is this enough?

I think it is.

Am I missing something?

Elijah clocked into his job at 9:01 p.m.

And he was there all night.

After 9:01 p.m., he has an airtight alibi.

That's the whole reason why

the cops built their timeline around the idea

that she must have been killed between 8:00 and 9:00.

But now we know that she was alive

at 9:33, which means that Elijah could never have killed her.

We did it.

We fucking did it.

You're Keith's friend?

Get in.

So, what were you doing out there?

Chasing Keith's ghosts?

I guess.

My friends and I drove out there

to see if he left some of his stuff there, but...

they ditched me.

That's fucked up.

You gonna do something about it?

Do something?

Like what?

I'm just saying,

Keith's gonna ask.

He doesn't like weakness.

How do you know him?

Writing a book about him.

You ever read In Cold Blood?

Hmm?

Well, it's gonna be big like that.

Here.

"Unmasked:

"The True Story of the Happy Face Killer

by Ennis Breeze."

So you're Ennis?

Mm-hmm.

Finished the draft,

was ready to start sending it out to publishers--

you know, agents and shit--

then he goes and comes out with this new victim.

Want to interview you for the book.

Well, your mom, too.

I think you owe me that much, don't you?

♪ To the angel on my shoulder ♪

♪ Please don't trouble me ♪

♪ Was it worth it? ♪

♪ Oh, baby, that depends ♪

♪ She talked some new beginnings... ♪

Hey. How was Eva's?

Just leave me alone.

What? Hazel.

Hey. Hazel.

What is going on here?

Excuse me.

Leave me alone.

Sweetie, open up the door, please.

♪ I'll make amends... ♪

Hey.

Did something happen with Eva?

Sweetheart, please open the door. Let me in.

Hey, are you okay?

Tell us what's next for Elijah.

The hearing's tomorrow, and, um,

my hope is that we present all this new evidence

and Elijah's granted a new trial,

and he's found not guilty.

Do you think

there is a chance he could walk free with what we have?

There's only two scenarios

where someone walks after a hearing.

One is coming in with DNA that definitively rules Elijah out,

which we don't have,

or the D.A. admits

that he wrongfully incarcerated the accused,

and then, the judge agrees

and then they both sign off on exoneration.

But that's unlikely.

Callaway is what's known as a "innocence denier."

And I wish I could say that he's the exception to the rule,

but that's just not the case.

And sorry, but...

w-what's the worst-case scenario?

The worst-case scenario is we don't get a new trial

and Elijah is executed in 41 days.

Okay. Uh... let-let's take a break.

Okay.

I need a new battery.

Oh, I'll get it.

- One hot brick, coming up. - Thanks, pal.

What is this?

I don't know, uh, lipstick?

Yeah, it's called Crimson Whimsy.

You can only find it at a tiny boutique in Miami,

but I just found it under the desk in your guest bedroom.

Was Gillian here?

You better start at the beginning.

This is Joyce.

KEITH Hi, Joyce.

Who is this?

Uh, your brother Elijah,

uh, is in prison for a murder that I committed.

They call me Happy Face.

I killed Heather Richmond,

and I'm ready to come clean.

How long ago was this?

About three months ago.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

Um...

why did he call you?

He said he would need my help.

- To do what? - Well, he wouldn't say at first,

but he said that someone would come here

and explain everything to me.

And that's how this got here?

Joyce.

I'm Gillian.

My heart breaks just looking at you.

Can I come in?

You don't call him, he'll call you.

And how do you fit into all of this?

I believe I have an opportunity to help right a grave wrong.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

Do you have any case files that you could share?

Wow.

Do you mind if I take some photos?

If he did it, then why?

Heather happened a long time ago.

Keith's killed a lot of women.

Sometimes he gets the details confused.

And if he gets anything wrong, a confession could be worthless.

Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry.

So my dad is lying.

What? No.

Keith killed Heather.

This doesn't change that.

- You're kidding, right? - Okay. Let's slow down.

Joyce, other than sharing the files,

did you do anything else for Keith or Gillian?

Um...

I carved the happy face on the tree at the river.

You what?

He called one night and...

said he needed something visual for the media.

But it looked old.

Well, he told me to use this stuff, uh, tung oil.

Said it would age it, um, a-and he explained

exactly what tools to use,

and I just...

I did what he asked.

It was just a mark on a tree.

I wasn't hurting anyone.

I had no idea about the show, about you.

I thought he was gonna confess to the police.

Okay, I-I need to know what else you did for him.

What else he asked.

Uh, that was it, I swear.

I-I, um, I-I carved the happy face

uh, I-I shared files with Gillian and that was it.

Does Elijah know?

No.

And he never will, right?

Joyce.

This is really, really bad.

Y'all have seen what I'm up against.

What do you expect me to do?

I told you he was lying day one.

Okay, Melissa, we don't know that.

We have no idea what else she's hiding from us, Ivy.

We have to tell Gabriela everything.

- No, we don't. - Yes, we do. What if she's blindsided at the hearing?

Okay, no. Absolutely not.

We are not getting this far and not finishing this.

Yes, Joyce fucked up,

but it's not like the other side plays by the rules,

so why should we?

And nothing that she did changes the fact

that Heather was murdered when Elijah was at work, period.

And the beauty of this alibi video

is that it has nothing to do with your father.

Or you.

This is about Elijah, his life and his death,

and I'm not about to fuck with that.

And neither are you, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Yeah?

Yeah, this is Ben Reed.

Do you know who I am?

- Should I? - I know who you are.

You are a lowlife who writes trash about people online.

Hey, is this about Melissa?

No, this is about you harassing my daughter, motherfucker.

Hey, hey, I didn't harass anyone, all right?

If you're looking for a scoop, for another pathetic story,

you don't approach a minor.

There are rules about that, you fucking vulture.

Okay, so, fine, all right, so next time,

I'll leave her there on the side of the road

in the middle of fucking nowhere in the dark.

What are you talking about?

Yeah, yeah, her friends ditched her.

Did you know that, huh?

What, did she call you, father of the year?

No, she didn't.

You're saying she called you?

Was this two nights ago?

Hello? Hello?

Fuck.

Okay, hey. Go sit?

- I'll come and find you in a bit, okay? - Yeah.

Okay.

Hey.

Hey, Melissa.

How you holding up?

- Good to see you again. - You, too.

Twelve.

All right, open 12.

- Hey. - Did they let you see him?

They wouldn't let me see him and they wouldn't let him

change into the clothes I brought him, either.

I don't want the judge to see him like that.

Hey, hey. It's okay, don't worry.

All right?

All right.

All rise for the Honorable Judge Wilkins

At this time, we'll go on the record

for a hearing in the court of criminal appeals

ex parte Elijah David Carter.

Are both sides ready to proceed?

The applicant is ready, Your Honor.

The State is ready, Your Honor.

Very well. Go ahead, Ms. Moreno.

Thank you, Your Honor.

As you know, I have submitted several writs

over the previous weeks with various pieces of evidence

we will present to the court.

But today, only two pieces of evidence matter.

Here, you'll see Heather Richmond

performing at Ziggy's Basement,

a-a rock club in Dallas.

You'll note that the time stamp is 9:33 p.m.

and the date is February 18, 1995,

both of which have been authenticated

by forensic experts.

Ms. Richmond is onstage for about five minutes,

then walks off-camera and meets her untimely death

sometime between 9:45

and 5:00 a.m. the following morning,

when her body was found at Chicory River.

In this video,

it's also 9:33 on February 18, 1995,

and this person here

is the applicant, Elijah Carter.

While Ms. Richmond is in Dallas, singing,

Mr. Carter is more than two hours away in Jefferson,

starting his 12-hour shift at the food distribution center.

Mr. Carter's supervisor,

the security guard on duty that evening,

as well as two coworkers, will all testify

that he did not leave this building

until 9:00 a.m. the following day after his shift.

In fact, he stays in this frame

for the next 12 hours, cataloguing inventory,

except for two breaks to the restroom

and his half-hour break,

but guess what?

The break room also has surveillance.

Should I let the next 12 hours of this play

so I can fully establish my client's alibi, Your Honor?

I think we get the picture.

I will also present DNA evidence

and a confession that identify another suspect,

Keith Jesperson, a convicted serial killer,

but I believe these two videos alone

show that my client is innocent,

that his incarceration is a gross miscarriage of justice,

that he deserves a new trial.

Does the State wish to rebut the defense's initial statement?

Yes, Your Honor.

Your Honor...

we support the defense's request for a new trial.

Quiet.

The D.A. may wish to support a new trial, but I don't.

I'd like to vacate this conviction.

I believe this evidence is proof of actual innocence.

And if the D.A. agrees,

I'd like to release Mr. Carter on signature bond.

Mr. Callaway, do you oppose release?

The State does not oppose, Your Honor.

Mr. Carter, the higher courts

will need to make this official,

and I will make sure they do.

This court owes you more than an apology.

Least I can do is let you walk out of here a free man.

Thank... thank...

You ready to go?

I'm--

I'm sorry.

What do I do?

Just sign your name.

- I'm sorry. -That's your bail.

You sign right here and you're free to go.

That's it. That's it.

This is Keith.

Hello? Who is this?

Elijah! Elijah!

Elijah! Elijah! Elijah!

How do you feel, Elijah?

Uh, I think, um, you know,

I-I can't believe it.

And I f-- I just feel blessed.

Uh, I feel grateful.

Do you feel vindicated?

I do, uh... Justice was served.

I-I feel blessed to be able

to begin this new chapter of my life.

What are you gonna do now?

Uh, I guess I'm gonna-- Hell, I don't know, man.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna go home with my sister

and, uh, uh...

maybe eat some barbecue.

And, uh...

Callaway? Wait.

Melissa, you come to gloat?

No, I...

...wanted to say thank you for

doing the right thing.

I did what had to be done.

What about my dad?

Will he...

Will he end up on death row?

I'm not pressing charges.

What? Why not?

I've decided I'm withdrawing from the next election.

It's time to let some new blood take over.

What does that mean?

My successor

will decide whether or not to charge your father.

Although, my bet is

that a new D.A. won't want to start out

with a reminder of this office's past failings.

Look, your father is...

He's gonna be in prison for life either way, right?

He'll die there. It's where he belongs.

Hey.

Guess what?

Elijah's out. They, uh, they just released him

and he walked out of the courthouse a free man.

That's great, that's great. I-I'm so happy for you.

Ben, I know that...

this was hard on all of us and...

This is why we did it, right? This is--

This is why we did it and-and we did it.

So, I'm gonna come home now and we're gonna--

Melissa, just stop.

We have a problem.

Hazel has been talking to your dad.

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