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Previously on Happy Face...

- Hello. - Hi, buddy. I'm Ash.

- Why are you here? - How dare you put her picture

on the fucking TV, you bitch!

Your father has power outside of those prison walls.

He would hurt anyone, even his little Missy.

Did you check the purge paperwork yesterday, Bob?

No. It wasn't on the list.

This case evidence was destroyed.

I'm a killer.

- Calm down, Jesperson. - I'm so good at it

that I'm famous for it.

Now I killed that girl, and I am getting sick and tired

of trying to prove it to you!

Looking at the base linear fractures

on Heather Richmond's skull,

she was struck by a heavy object.

But it will take the DNA results...

Heather's DNA is on the wrench.

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

- You're kidding, right? - Keith killed Heather.

This is really bad.

I'd like to vacate this conviction.

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

Grandpa,

- I need your help. -We have a problem.

Hazel has been talking to your dad.

- Let's go. Get up! - What?

Come on. Wake up, wake up, wake up.

- Mom, what are you doing?! - Get up, Hazel!

- Mom! - Give me your phone.

What? Why?

Right now.

Am I in trouble or something?

What's your passcode?

12-13-89.

Now the other one.

What other one?

The one you've been using to talk to Keith?

- I don't have it. - Don't you dare lie to me.

It's in my locker at school.

We'll get it later.

Fine.

- Pack a bag. -We're going to Oregon.

What?! Mom!

What are you gonna do now?

I'm, uh...

I'm-a go home with my sister and maybe eat some barbecue.

And that's about it.

- Congratulations, Ivy. - You like it?

Are you kidding me? I love it!

- That's great work here, truly. - Thank you.

- Mm-hmm. - I mean, this story put us in a new category,

and I think we should capitalize on it.

I mean, we have an opportunity

to make our coverage more meaningful, more impactful...

It'll be meaningful for me to sit down

and talk to Elijah. I can tell you that.

Where are we on that, by the way?

Um, everything all set for the shoot in Texas?

Yes, yes.

- Uh, takeoff is at 8:00 p.m. tonight. - Mm-hmm.

And we got the hotel suite that you liked.

- Yeah. - Nice, nice. And Melissa's coming, too, right?

I want to do a final interview with her.

I gave her a couple days off, actually,

- to deal with some family stuff. - Mm-hmm.

Uh, I thought it was better to keep the final segment

- on you, Elijah and Joyce... - Mm-hmm.

...and then do another interview in studio with Melissa.

Good. Might as well milk it, right?

Greg?

Look, I don't want to go back to the old true crime coverage

of missing girls and sad moms.

This was supposed to be about something much bigger,

the criminal justice system, how we can do a lot more

- if we just try and focus. - Yeah.

People tune in for entertainment.

For an escape, uh, not a civics lesson.

And this had both,

and I know that we can do it again...

Ivy, we had a serial killer

confessing a new murder to his daughter.

That's a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

It's not something we can replicate week after week.

But that was great work in there.

I love it. I love it!

This place is awesome!

Can we get room service, Mom?

Sure, Bug. Here. I got you this for the pool, okay?

Can I watch television?

Yeah, if you want.

I can't hear you.

- Hey, Mom. How was the drive? - Good.

Wow. This is fancy.

- Grandma! - Ooh! Oh!

- Why are you here? - To babysit you, silly goose.

What?

No hug for an old lady?

- Hi, Grandma. - Oh.

- Hey, thank you for coming, June. - Ah.

Oh. Uh, if they're hungry, they need anything,

just put it on the room, okay?

Max wants to swim, and

we shouldn't be long.

Okay.

Wait, Mom.

You're leaving now?

Why would you bring us all the way here

and then leave us in a hotel room?

Because we don't trust you anymore.

Be good for Grandma.

Hey.

Thank you. Take a table.

Thanks.

I looked through Hazel's texts, her emails, I didn't get

to the apps yet, but it seems like

they only communicated through the burner phone.

The question is, for how long.

You know, well, there are more questions than just that.

- Yeah, I know. - Like, what the fuck did they talk about?

What the fuck does he want from her? Who...?

Who does he think he is, even fucking calling her at all?

I think when he gets here, I should talk first.

You have gotten to talk to him plenty. It is my turn.

I know him, Ben.

Did you know that he was talking to our daughter, Melissa?

I honestly don't know why you insisted that we come here.

He's not gonna give two shits what we say.

I am here because I need to look him in the eye

and tell him to stay the fuck away from our daughter.

Three. Go!

Wow! That was a big one, Max!

Let's see you swim to the end and back.

Okay! Watch me!

Here I go.

So are you gonna tell me what's going on?

Mom didn't tell you?

How many daughters you know tell their mothers the whole story?

I've been talking to Keith

on the phone.

- I see. -Hazel!

Max!

MAX My bad.

Are you not going to say anything?

About what, dear?

About what I just told you.

I don't see what there is to say.

If you want to throw your life away just like

your mother is doing, I don't see how I can stop you.

No one listens to me.

I don't want to throw my life away, and neither does she.

She was this close to having a different life

once she married your father.

Good man from a good family.

A family with money.

Holiday traditions.

Keith took that away from me.

He ran this family ragged.

But I told your mother, find a good man...

...start fresh, and she did.

And now all these years later, she climbs right back in.

You okay, kiddo?

Your lips look kind of blue.

- I'm not cold at all. - Okay.

Mom was just trying to do the right thing, Grandma.

What the hell is taking so long?

Excuse me. We're, um, here to see Keith Jesperson.

Do you know how much longer the wait's gonna be?

I can check. Give me a second.

What happened to your eye there, huh?

You run into a fist?

Hold on.

Didn't you give him that black eye?

You know it.

Yo?

Can you and Dr. Greg get me out of prison, too?

Daddy!

Oh, hey, munchkin.

You going to Chickie's tonight?

Fuck, yeah. Are you? You owe me a...

Yeah, hey.

Where's Jesperson at?

He's got some visitors.

Cool.

He's still in his cell. He'll be down in a while.

What? How long?

Keith will come when he comes.

Tell your wife thanks for the shout-out by the way.

Look at his face.

Apparently, he's up in his cell, and he will be down in a bit.

- He's not coming. - You don't know that.

Yes, I do.

Okay, let's go. Come on.

I told you this was a bad idea.

You told me this was a bad idea?

Can we at least save the fight for the car?

So am I just supposed to pretend that things haven't gone to shit

ever since you gave your dad a seat at the table?

You're supposed to pay attention to our kids

and notice when one of them has a fucking burner phone.

It's him.

Put it on... put it on Bluetooth.

Uh, your phone's already connected.

Okay, well, then, put it on speaker.

- Okay, don't yell at me. Just pull over. - I...

- I'm parking. - Hello?

I am so sorry that I missed you two.

Listen, Keith,

we came up here to tell you to stay away from our daughter.

Or else.

Or else what?

What...?

What is it that you could do to me, Ben?

Keith, I think that we need to...

Keith?!

Well, now, that's rich!

After everything that I have done for you,

and this is how you treat me?!

Well, I am done with you,

Missy!

Just leave me be!

Melissa.

Melissa?

Melissa.

Hey. Hey.

When are they gonna ship your dad off to Texas

and prosecute him?

I don't think the DA is gonna press charges.

How the fuck is that possible? What are you talking--

- Why didn't you tell me that? - Come on.

Because, there's been a lot going on, Ben.

You can't just not prosecute a murder, Melissa.

Well... he's in prison for life either way,

so why do you care?

You're protecting him.

What did you say?

I said that you are protecting him.

- No, I'm not. - You are.

After all this,

after he's been talking to our daughter.

You don't think that I blame myself

for him talking to Hazel? Of course I do.

But whether or not they prosecute him

or they execute him, I can't control that.

So what are you saying, then? Are you saying that

Keith is just gonna do what he's gonna do,

and we're just gonna throw in the towel,

we're just gonna let him do that.

No. No, no, what I'm saying is that

we need to focus on Hazel.

We need to focus on our daughter, not on Keith.

Okay?

We need to go upstairs and we need

to tell our little girl she wants nothing to do with him.

Because you're the perfect person to teach her that.

I think I should talk to her alone.

You're too angry.

Yeah, I'm the problem. Right.

That's great.

You know, I've been the one who has been home,

taking care of our fucking kids

while you've been out on your little adventure,

pretending you're a producer when you're really

just a makeup artist who wants to spend time with her dad.

You want to talk to her? Go ahead.

♪ So happy ♪

♪ Happy ♪

♪ Oh, so happy... ♪

♪ Happy ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪

♪ So happy ♪

♪ Happy ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪

♪ So happy ♪

♪ So happy. ♪

Did you need the money you were making from those drawings

for anything in particular?

Hazel?

I told you, I'm not gonna judge.

I just, I need to know

everything.

It wasn't really about that.

Okay.

What was it about then?

I jus-I just wanted to know who he was,

where I came from.

I get that. I do.

How often were you guys talking?

Every time he had a kitchen shift, pretty much.

What would you guys talk about?

I don't know, all kinds of stuff.

Like what?

Did you know that kids called him Igor?

He was bullied.

And it wasn't much better at home.

His dad drank, and beat him pretty bad.

And then in high school,

he fell off the rope in gym and hit his head.

He was never the same after that.

A lot of murderers have had head injuries.

Jeffrey Dahmer, Richard Ramirez.

He's the Night Stalker.

Yeah.

Um...

Hazel, do you see

what all these stories have in common?

Keith was trying to paint himself as the victim.

Sweetie...

he was grooming you.

- No, he wasn't. - Yes, he was.

He was trying to get you on his side.

He was trying to manipulate you.

He was trying to drive us apart.

He never said anything bad about you, Mom. Not once.

Did he tell you when I started dating

my boyfriend Brendan, that he took me to lunch

and asked me if I knew how to give

a blow job without gagging?

I was younger than you.

- That's not true. - Yes, it is.

I didn't tell you this before,

but I was assaulted, Hazel.

That's how I got pregnant when I was 15.

I was raped by my boyfriend.

After I had an abortion,

I felt...

so guilty, so alone.

So I went to visit Keith in jail.

If there was anybody who wouldn't judge,

it would be him.

How could he?

I just, I needed...

...somebody to love me

and to forgive me, and...

You want to know what he said?

"You're a killer, just like me."

- No, he didn't. - Yes, he did.

Should I keep going? Because I can.

I don't want to hear anymore. You don't know him.

No, you don't know him.

He might seem interesting and cool,

and he's charming.

He makes you feel special.

Believe me, I get that.

But he's a bad man, Hazel.

And you are never, ever to speak to him again.

Then why do you still talk to him?

Because I had to for Elijah.

But now he's out, and...

I am done talking to him. We all are.

It's not fair. Why do you get to decide

if you want a relationship with him, but I don't?

I don't want a relationship with him.

I don't understand why nobody gets that.

Because you're lying.

Okay.

How long have you been standing there?

Long enough.

Max fell asleep.

All that swimming.

I'm not lying, Mom.

You say you don't want anything to do with him,

but you're still wishing things were different.

You're wishing he was different.

You know what I wish, Mom?

I wish that I could forget

about Chilliwack and when I was a little girl

and how much I loved him

and how much he loved us.

Your father never loved us.

Yes, he did. He loved us.

No, not even in Chilliwack.

He didn't.

He tried to kill us all.

Keith?

Keith? Oh.

Oh...

Keith?

Shh, shh, shh. Keith?

Keith!

Shh, shh, shh.

It's okay.

Keith?

You need to hear me, Melissa.

You're lying.

Please.

No.

- Those are... those are my keys, Missy. - Mom.

- No, I have to go. - Mom, where are you going?

-Wait. - Mom. - Mom, just watch the kids.

- Melissa, wait. - I have to go, okay?

♪ Holding on ♪

♪ That's what I do ♪

♪ Since I met you ♪

♪ And it won't be long ♪

♪ Would you notice, if I left you? ♪

- No! - ♪ And it's fine for some ♪

♪ 'Cause you're not the one ♪

♪ You're not the one ♪

♪ There ♪

♪ There ♪

♪ There... ♪

♪ There ♪

♪ There, there ♪

♪ I can't sleep here ♪

♪ Ooh, so lovely ♪

♪ So lovely, so lovely. ♪

You lost?

Oh, my...

I think so.

I...

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh.

I came to say I'm sorry.

For what he did,

or you did?

Both.

Before he did what he did...

...I thought there was

a little bit of good in him.

I was wrong.

I'm...

Good?!

Your father beat my mother so bad,

half of her face was black.

I had to ID her, see her like that.

He duct-taped her,

raped her, and strangled her.

And then he put his fist

down on her throat just to make sure she was dead.

My mother!

For so, so long,

oh, I have dreamt about doing those things to you.

Come with me.

Buddha, stay.

We are we going?

Hey, what can I get for you?

Um, can I do a gin and tonic?

Sure.

Thank you.

The next morning, she still wants more.

Begging me to stay.

Says I'm the best she ever had.

So I say, "Don't tell me. Tell your girlfriends."

♪ Stay with me ♪

♪ 'Cause it's gonna be mine. ♪

Crabs.

You fell into a dark place, huh?

You got that vibe.

More like I was pushed.

By him.

Same as you.

After he killed my mom,

I don't even know what the fuck happened.

I just ran for years.

- Changed my name. - To what?

Apollo.

I numbed myself with a lot of drugs.

I woke up in different countries.

I didn't give a fuck.

Eventually catches up to you.

How did it catch up with you?

I was down in Mexico

living as Apollo in a motel

with six roofers that didn't speak any English.

My mom had been gone for a few years.

One night, the phone rang.

At first, it was just static, but then...

then I heard her.

"Ash."

That's all she said. "Ash."

It was her telling me to go back to being me,

and to stop running.

I've been Ash ever since.

Wow.

Right.

The pain doesn't go away,

but you learn to live with it,

let it scab over.

Every once in a while, something gets you,

like you going on TV.

And sometimes it's like walking into a fucking Walmart.

Oh, my God.

Never go into a Walmart.

Too many happy faces, right?

Fucking everywhere.

But you ran, too.

Got the nice husband, got the nice house,

got the cute kids.

But you changed your name, too. You hid.

And now it's catching up to you.

I, um...

I...

I don't know why I came here.

Yeah, you do.

My dad...

...tried to kill me

when I was a baby.

I thought there was a time when...

...when he wasn't a monster.

There wasn't.

There was never-never a time.

He never loved me.

Okay.

You've been telling yourself a story

about yourself,

and now, that story's over.

You need to set it down.

And do what?

Figure out your life's purpose.

Oh, great.

You're a survivor.

- Like me. - No, I'm not a survivor.

You just said that he tried to kill you, didn't you?

Well...

Let's walk.

Are you coming?

Yeah.

Coming.

Another round, Jess.

Coming right up.

You working up the nerve to ask me to dance?

No.

Then why you been side-eyeing me all fucking night?

You got a message for Keith?

A message?

You don't think I recognize you?

I know he stood your ass up today.

Yeah.

What if I wanted to punish him for that?

This some kind of test?

You're working for Keith?

Gillian?

No. No.

Go home to that hot wife of yours, okay?

And give her a good one for me.

Fucker.

Fuck.

Fucking idiot.

Fucking...

Hey.

I'm Chavez.

You're, uh...

Jesperson's son-in-law, right?

Yeah.

Man, you must really love that wife of yours

to inherit that guy.

Yeah, well,

some days, I'm not so sure I thought that one through.

So what's with that guy?

What, he does stuff for Keith? Like, favors?

He does stuff for anyone who pays him.

Jesus.

Who runs that place, Jesperson or you guys?

Don't lump me in with Bassett. I take my job serious.

Jesperson makes me sick.

He murdered all those girls,

and he thinks that we're there to serve him?

Bring him his fan mail?

He makes all our jobs harder.

Disrupts the power dynamic.

Is there anything you can do about that?

I heard you talking to Bassett.

Is there something that you'd like to do about it?

What if I wanted to give him a beatdown?

Keith isn't the guy you give a beatdown to.

That's a death wish, my friend.

He's the guy you either get rid of,

or...

...you leave alone.

Yeah.

Yeah, as if I could just get rid of him.

That'd be great.

Lot of shit goes down inside.

Sudden shit.

One inmate shivs another in the gut.

In the showers,

out on the yard.

Happens every day.

You know?

- To surviving. - To surviving.

♪ You know, I wish that I had Jessie's girl ♪

Oh, my God.

♪ I wish that I had Jessie's girl ♪

♪ I want Jessie's girl... ♪

I think I like this place.

My mom used to take me here.

- Really? - Yeah.

Shirley Temples, free popcorn,

karaoke, hanging with your cool mom.

What more could you want out of life as a kid, right?

She was cool, wasn't she?

Mm.

She didn't care about all the traditional shit.

She just wanted to be free,

live out on the open road,

and experience life.

Fuck all the capitalist, patriarchal,

you got to achieve XYZ bullshit.

Just live. Be free.

That why you live out of your van? In honor of her spirit?

- I got to piss. - Now get ready, folks, because

we got more Karaoke magic coming up.

Up next, we got another powerhouse

waiting to hit the stage, so without further ado,

let's give a warm welcome for our next performer,

get ready to rock!

♪ Well, you're a real tough cookie ♪

♪ With a long history ♪

♪ Of breaking little hearts like the one in me ♪

♪ That's okay ♪

♪ Let's see how you do it ♪

♪ Oh, put up your dukes and get down to it ♪

♪ Come on, Melissa, hit me with your best shot ♪

♪ Why don't you hit me with your best shot? ♪

♪ Hit me with your best shot ♪

♪ And fire away ♪

Whoo!

♪ Come on with it, come on, you don't fight fair ♪

♪ But that's okay ♪

♪ See if I care ♪

♪ Knock me down, it's all in vain ♪

♪ I get right back on my feet again ♪

♪ Hit me with your best shot ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Why don't you hit me with your best shot? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Hit me with your best shot ♪

♪ And fire away. ♪

Where have you been?

Hey.

How are the kids?

Fine.

Um...

I've had kind of a... weird day.

Your mom told me what she told you.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I went to see Ash.

- What are you talking about? - I know.

But it was, it was good.

It was cathartic.

He forgave me.

And...

I need you to forgive me, too.

I've been completely obsessed with my dad.

Trying to prove him wrong, then proving him right,

trying to prove that I'm not like him,

and I'm just so fucking exhausted.

I can't do it anymore. I'm done.

You said that before.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry about earlier.

I'm sorry. I...

I'm sorry I...

About earlier, I'm sorry I let him get to Hazel.

- I'm sorry about... - Hey, hey. It's okay.

I'm sorry, too.

Hey, where did you go tonight?

Just went to the bar and... had a couple drinks.

Mm.

Well, that's understandable.

Hey.

You need to promise me

that we are done with him.

I'm serious.

I can't do this anymore.

I promise.

I'm done.

♪

-What the fuck? -Hmm?

It's a drawing from my dad.

Um...

It's this guy named Bob that I met in Texas.

He works in the evidence warehouse.

He's the one that destroyed Elijah's evidence box.

Okay. So?

So why did he draw this?

How does he even know what he looks like?

Why does it say, "Gotcha"?

Come on.

Oh, my God.

- Melissa. - Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I have to go talk to this guy.

- I-I have to go. - Come on.

- I have to go. - Are you kidding?

- I have to figure out why he's connected to my dad. - Melissa.

Oh, my God.

Ben, I didn't tell you this before, but, um...

Um...

Okay, Gillian is connected to Joyce.

They've been communicating,

and Joyce is actually the one...

She's the one that carved the happy face into the tree.

Melissa, please stop. Just stop. I don't care.

No, but I-I do care. I have to care.

What was last night? I thought we were done with him?

No, I am done with him. This is about Denise.

I have to get her some answers. I have to do this for her.

Do not pretend this is about some woman

that you barely know. Come on.

You have to see that he is manipulating you.

He sent that photo to get

your attention, to get a reaction out of you,

- and look at you. - I have to go help...

Wake up!

Be a mom! You have two kids! Be here!

Do your job! Be a fucking mom!

That was a mean thing to say.

Do you not see that I can't do this anymore?

Do you not see that? Do you not get that?

We're fucking falling apart.

I see that.

I'm sorry.

Don't be surprised if things are different

when you come home.

Tell us how you're feeling today, Elijah.

-Well, it-it still don't feel real. -Mm.

I mean, I'm free

and I got my name cleared

and I got my sis here.

So, I'm doing all right.

You must be in shock. I mean, I'm in shock.

Everything is just loud and fast

- and... - Mm-hmm.

It feels like there's this little man inside my head,

and he's controlling my brain

and my arms, my legs, my thoughts. Mm.

But he don't always know exactly what button to press,

you know?

I keep telling him, you know, just give it time.

Exactly. It's been, what, a week?

Yeah, I know. I know.

So, Elijah, I-I-I, you know, I have to ask you this, but...

What about... what about anger?

Are you angry, Elijah?

You'd be perfectly within your rights to be.

Yeah, of course.

I'm angry.

I lost years of my life and...

decades and dreams and-and for what?

I mean...

But...

You know, I'm g...

- I'm grateful, and I'm happy to be here. -Mm.

- Oh, but nothing can change that. -Yeah.

This nightmare is over, and our lives can begin again.

-Right. Right. - Yeah.

Okay.

Dad?

Hey.

I was just grabbing your laundry.

You want to order pizza tonight?

Sure.

Hi, Bob.

Remember me?

Where did you come from?

I followed you here from the evidence warehouse.

I need you to tell me

when you first started connecting

with Keith Jesperson.

- I don't know the man. - Really?

Oh, well, he knows you.

He, um...

He drew this picture of you.

Christ Almighty.

- Yeah. - Oh, fuck me.

Did my father have you destroy the evidence in Elijah's case?

What? No, no, I-I never spoke to your daddy a day in my life.

So it was Callaway then, he made the call?

No. Callaway's a dick,

but he's not straight corrupt.

So either you tell me

or you tell the cops,

who I'm gonna call in two...

seconds.

All right, I am calling them now, Bob.

Stop.

No one was supposed to care.

That box sat there for decades.

No one cared for years.

It was her daughter.

Whose daughter?

Who do you think? Heather's.

She showed up at the warehouse one day, just hysterical.

Something about a necklace in a box that belonged to her mama

and all she wanted to do was wear it on her wedding day.

She was leaving that day to go get married,

and she couldn't walk down the aisle without her mom, so...

I felt sorry for her.

I said, "Look, I can't go in the box myself,

"but I'll be in the back

and I can't control what happens while I'm gone, so..."

Bob,

Heather didn't have a daughter.

You let a complete stranger

touch evidence from an active case.

It-it wasn't active.

This was weeks before y'all went on the TV

and the whole thing became news.

She went in and out.

I didn't think anything else of it

until this whole mess started.

That's when I went and looked in the box and realized it wasn't

just a necklace she... took.

What else did she take, Bob?

Oh, fuck me.

The bloody dress.

That's when I started to panic.

I don't know what's going on, but I know it's not good.

The best I could come up with is just throw the box

into the next purge and pray no one comes looking for me.

Shit, shit, shit.

Who was she?

Did she work for your dad?

I-I can't go to prison.

Just calm down.

- Calm down. - What do I do?

Keep your mouth shut.

Okay.

Just act normal, like nothing happened.

Drink your milkshake.

'Kay.

Bye, Bob!

Bye.

Can I ask you a follow-up question about trace DNA?

Trace DNA, like what's

on the wrench, is certainly enough to identify whose it is.

It's just... it's just a smaller amount.

Is there any way that you can transfer the DNA?

Yes. That is possible, too.

Theoretically, could you transfer DNA,

uh, from something 30 years old?

For example, a victim's dress covered in dried blood.

Would it be possible to somehow transfer DNA

from that dress to

an object like the wrench and still get a positive match?

Yes, actually.

Our tests are incredibly sensitive now.

You could theoretically wrap the dress around the object,

rub it on there, leave it for some portion of time.

You'd very likely be able to retrieve

that DNA from the wrench later on.

Thank you, Dr. Chin.

Um, I'll talk to you soon.

Okay. Sure.

Oh, my God.

I-I can already tell

that is one lucky little girl in there...

Mm.

...to have you two as parents.

Um, sorry.

I got to go pee again. I'll be right back.

All right.

This going how you hoped?

No. Uh, no expectations.

J-Just-just here to support Melissa.

Mm. Oh, like I said, I really appreciate

you taking such good care of her.

She makes it easy.

You can have them now.

My Jesperson girls.

But just know...

...that I can take them away from you anytime that I want.

And when I decide to take them,

Ben...

...there won't be a damn thing you can do about it.

Hey. Wh-What are-- what are you doing here?

My father didn't kill Heather.

What?

I'll explain everything in a minute, but...

if you take away the tree carving

and you take away the wrench,

- what is left? - Wait, wait, wait, wait. Take away the wrench?

- What do you-- - He faked the DNA.

And without that,

what's left, Ivy?

The guitar pick.

The guitar pick means nothing.

So my father's one of a million truck drivers

who went to Whiskey River at one point in his life? Great.

I am the one who tied it to the timeline,

and I don't trust my memory anymore.

Okay, well, he said Heather smelled like grapefruit.

There was a picture of her grapefruit spray

on Joyce's board,

and Gillian would've seen it.

His timeline has been irking me

ever since we found out she was at Ziggy's.

But then why lie? Why do all this?

How many times have I talked to him in the last month

versus the last 30 years?

Well, Elijah for sure didn't do it.

I know.

Someone else did.

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