All language subtitles for Memphis Beat s02e05 The Things We Carry.eng

Oh, yeah.

All right,
we'll be there in 20 minutes.

Fire at the
carver movie theater last night -

Gutted the place.

Arson?

Assault in the parking lot around
the same time makes them think so.

They'd like for us to assist.

Man, the carver's as much a part
of Memphis as the peabody.

Saw my first Elvis movie there
with my dad -

"Jailhouse Rock."

Anne Marie and I had a date
there not two weeks ago -

Saw
"Last Tango In Paris."

Sexy movie.

Made for quite an interesting
night, if you know what I mean.

Thanks for the lasting image,
Whitehead.

Excuse me.

Detective Hendricks,
could I see you in my office?

Uh, the carver burned down.

Me and Whitehead
are gonna go check it out.

Building's already burned.
This'll only take a moment.

Meet you there.

Good luck.

Dwight, this is special
prosecutor Hilliard Sherman

from the U.S.
attorney's office.

Sorry to bother you
at work, detective.

I wouldn't have
if it wasn't very important.

Usually my office will just send
a registered letter,

but I thought the gravity
of the situation warranted -

Look, Mr. Sherman,
I appreciate you

trying to put
a front porch on this,

but let's just get
right to why you're here.

The Louisiana prison system

has what's known as
a compassionate release law.

Inmates can request
early release

on special grounds,
such as terminal illness.

This is about Tim Mason.

Yes. He has brain cancer,
only a few months to live.

Well, he still killed my father
when he was on duty.

Yes, and obviously
you and your mother,

as involved parties,
have to agree to his release.

When's the hearing?

Three days, but you
don't have to attend.

And since
he's at Angola -

Because that was the closest
super-Max to Memphis -

Everyone will understand
when you don't.

I've got two forms -

One for you,
one for your mother.

You can fax them
to my assistant.

Thank you,
Mr. Sherman.

Thank you.

Takes some kind of
grade-"A" asshole to set blaze

to the only movie revival house
we have in town.

Spent most of my childhood
in there,

eating popcorn and m&m's.

I was thrilled
when it was re-opened.

We've identified
the point of origin

as the theater's
storage closet.

It started there
then spread through the door.

And the cause?

Some kind of
gothic-style oil lamp.

Well, why use a zippo
when you got Cleopatra's lamp?

The assault?

Out here in the parking lot.

EMTs took him to Memphis Memorial.
How bad's his injury?

Not bad,
unless you count the damage

the thc did to his brain cells.

He was smoking dope
when they picked him up?

We don't know what he was doing
earlier in the evening,

but according to the EMT,

the kid heard the sirens
and remembered

he had a huge tray
of pot brownies in his car.

When the paramedics found him,

he was scarfing down
every last crumb.

Which means he's stoned.

I'll have to wait for him
to come down

from this chocolate-weed high
before I can question him.

Yep.

Fan-friggin'-tastic.

I thought you were headed
over to the carver fire.

Well, if you don't mind,
lieutenant,

I need to take some time
to go down to New Orleans

to meet with Tim Mason.

Mr. Sherman said you and Paula
Ann could send in those forms.

The man killed my father.
I was just a boy.

And I want to look him
in the eye and say my piece.

What's your piece?
I'm going, lieutenant,

whether you give me
the time off or not.

I wasn't gonna fight you
on this, Dwight.

? I'm goin' to Memphis ?

? where the beat is tough ?

? Memphis ?

? I can't get enough ?

? oh, well,
it makes you tremble ?

? and it makes you weak ?

? gets in your blood,
that Memphis beat ?

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So, tell me
about this kid Bryan

that you had
working concession.

He's, uh -
He's a good kid.

Worked for us
since high school.

You knew him
well enough to expect

that he'd have a half a pound
of pot brownies in his car?

We knew he liked to partake
once in a while.

A half a pound's not ally
personal quantity.

It's more like
"set up your own store,

invite all your friends"
quantity.

Oh, Bryan's not
that kind of kid.

We know the fire started
in the storage room.

Is there any particular reason
that he would go in there?

I mean, could that be where
he was hiding his main stash?

I'm sorry, but, uh...
This is all that's left.

Oh, honey.
All that's left of what?

Dave's father was
a big Elvis fan.

He left him the complete
35-millimeter film prints

of two of Elvis' early movies.

"Viva Las Vegas,"
"king creole,"

back when Elvis
was still lean and mean.

You mind if I take them
for a sec?

I need them to sign some forms.

No, go ahead.
I'll catch up with you.

Detective?

Hey.
What do you have?

Well, the kid
that was assaulted

had a good deal of pot on him.

Combined with the fact
that this neighborhood's

kind of gone unsavory
over the last couple of years,

I'd say it was
a drug deal gone bad.

We should check
the theater owners' financials

so we can rule out
insurance fraud.

So, where's Dwight?

He asked for a few days free.

I'm gonna cover for him.

Don't you have a department to run?
Oh, I'm running it.

Detective greenback's on
a field trip with his daughter.

So does "lending a hand"

mean that you're
gonna just take over?

"Lending a hand"
means lending a hand.

Are you testing me?
Is that what this is?

No test,
just a hand being lent.

Listen, you've been real clear about
what you think about my work ethics.

I think you're being rather
sensitive about this, detective.

Charlie White,
you have my word -

You are in charge
of this investigation.

For this one,
I'm working for you.

Good.

Let's go to work.

Honey, it's mama.

In here.

Hey, there.
Hey, mama.

Tanya called, told me you're
going down to New Orleans.

I am.

I'm assuming she told you
about Tim Mason's request.

Why don't we just send in
those forms and be done with it?

It's not that simple.
What's not simple?

The right thing to do
is to let that man

have his last months
on God's earth

surrounded by his family.

I got questions, mama,
questions only he can answer.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

I was fine
letting the dog sleep,

but now the dog
wants out of his cage.

Oh, Dwight.

I'm going down there.
I'm settled on that.

Well, it's a good thing
I packed a bag.

'Cause if you're going,
I'm coming with you.

Neighbors say there's been
significant after-hours activity

at the theater
these past few months -

Lots of people
coming and going.

No shows,
but some kind of parties.

I don't suppose
the theater owners

mentioned anything to you
about the parties?

Didn't say a word to me.

What you got there, Sutton?
It's from MFD.

There's a note in there
addressed to you.

Interesting assortment
of goodies.

MFD has tagged this as
"out of the ordinary" evidence.

I'll say.
What is that, a pacifier?

In the storage closet.

Doesn't exactly look like stuff
from "gone with the wind," does it?

Maybe the concession kid
was supplying ecstasy

to teenage rave parties.

Just freaked
and set the fire for kicks?

Or started the fire to keep Bryan
from knowing they took his stash.

There's, uh, an engraving
on this bullwhip handle.

"Mys va."

If we can track down
where that was purchased from,

maybe we can ID the buyer.

Maybe we can come up
with somebody

I'll make a list of shops

that sell bullwhips
and sex toys.

Sutton, go down
to Memphis memorial,

pick up this pothead when he gets
released, and bring him back.

Okay. Did you get the results
of that background check yet?

It's in process.
You let me know what you hear.

Is there something the matter,
officer Sutton?

Did Whitehead just give you
an ord- Two orders?

He did.

Detective White will be
running this investigation.

I know.
Pigs are flying.

You're unusually quiet, mama.

You got something to say,
say it.

Your daddy's case was pored over
by detectives and lawyers.

You know,
it was a random crime,

bad luck.

Mama, I know what
the case file says.

I've - I've looked over it
a thousand times.

What is the speed limit
on this road?

I think I saw a sign back there
that said "55,"

but we went by it so fast,
I don't know.

Look - Dad made a routine
traffic stop, right?

The witness said he saw dad
arguing with Tim Mason.

Then all of a sudden...

Mason bolted from the car.

Dwight, honey, just slow down.

But before he shot dad,
there were several minutes

when they were out
of the witness' sight.

And I want to know what happened
in those missing minutes.

Sweetheart,
there were no missing minutes.

License and registration.

You should show him your badge
when he comes back.

I'm not gonna show
that officer my badge

so I can get out
of a ticket, mama.

You know,
I know you love your car, son,

but you might want to consider
switching to a vehicle

that warns you when you
go over the speed limit,

like my new car.

Do you have
that rear-view camera

that helps you park?

I sure do.

I just look at that tv screen
and back on up.

You know, most people can't
pull off that color gray,

but it really works
with your blue eyes.

I'm not gonna
give you a ticket.

You got a real nice mother
there.

Why don't you slow down
a little?

Precious cargo you're carrying.

Oh.
Will do.

Thank you, officer.

Yes, ma'am.

Is this, like, a trick?

No, it's like a brownie.

Bryan, I could arrest you
15 ways to Sunday,

so why don't you start telling
me what went on last night?

The - The theater's
closed on mondays,

but I needed a place
to veg out.

See, I live with my mom.

Mm.
Of course you do.

Yeah, so, sometimes I just need
some space to chill.

So, how'd you end up unconscious
in the parking lot?

One minute,
I'm listening to my iPod.

The next, I'm lying
facedown in the gravel,

with no clue how I got there.

So maybe the guy
that you were selling drugs to

hit you in the head,
and he started the fire.

I don't deal.
Oh.

Medicinal purposes?

How'd you know?

In fact, I don't even
really like pot.

I like chocolate,

but chocolate
makes me nauseous,

so, like, the pot helps.

I know that there were
teen rave parties

going on at the theater,
so what happened?

One of the kids start the fire?

No, there were parties
in the theater,

but they weren't teenagers.

What were they?

Like, weird adult sex parties.

Is that what was
going on last night?

Dude, I saw my 3rd-grade
teacher, Mrs. pond,

wearing leather
and a dog collar.

That must have been
a scarring experience.

Totally.

What was your involvement
in these parties, Bryan?

Boy toy?

Nada.

Seriously.

No, Dave totally
kept me out of it.

Why don't you wait right here?

3rd-grade teachers
in dog collars?

That's some kinky.

The owners talked to me
about the Elvis prints,

but they failed to mention
they were hosting sex parties.

So, what are you gonna do?

Let's go talk to the husband.

Come on, mama.
We got to get going.

I got to stretch a little bit.

With those g-forces
from your fast driving,

blood's collecting in my legs.

I'm gonna leave you here, then.

No, you're not.

Dwight, you're just
making yourself crazy

over all this.

And I'm asking you -
Please, let's just turn around,

go back home to Memphis.

Mama, I can't go back yet.

Nothing good can come
from going to Angola.

You're just chasing ghosts.

We'll see about that
when we get there, won't we?

What has got you so riled up?
Baby boy, look at you.

It's just like you got the weight
of two worlds on your shoulders.

I found this in one of dad's
old police procedure books.

Half-cut money is something
dirty cops have, mama.

How did dad end up with this?

I-I don't know.

Look, I-I didn't want to
tell you about this, but...

I need to find out
what this means.

I have to.

So, we know you've been hosting

after-hours sex parties
here in this theater.

Hosted? No.

Now, Megan doesn't know
what I'm about to tell you.

Okay.

I rented out our theater
to these people

who held adult parties,
but that's all.

Really?

All these sexy ladies,
and you never got involved?

Sometimes they'd want to play
vintage pornography

up on the big screen,
and I would run the projector.

But I always felt
very uncomfortable being here.

Sure.

Porn's not my style, detective.

Dave, we've had a look
at your financials.

Seems like you're going through
a difficult time.

Yeah, the renovation
on the interior

was a little more expensive
than we anticipated,

so when I was approached
about these parties,

I figured the extra cash
would stem the bleeding.

You know it's looking a hell
of a lot like insurance fraud.

It's not possible.
Why's that?

Because I didn't have insurance
on the theater.

Paperwork shows
you had coverage.

Up until last month.

But things were getting
so tight, I let it lapse.

That's just gonna
break her heart.

I'm gonna need names and info
on the party hosts.

I-I don't know
their real names.

Oh, come on. You're gonna
have to do better than that.

They paid in cash. They're going by
the name of mystic and Harry "V".

They have an erotica shop.

You give them keys
to the theater?

They gave me a big deposit,
so I gave them a set.

From what we hear,
you have keys,

which means you have access.

So, what happened?

Crazy orgy got out of control?

Someone got a little bit
pissed off, threw an oil lamp?

Is that how the fire started?

You think we burned down
the carver?

Might be willing to believe
it was an accident. Was it?

We don't know. We weren't
at the theater last night.

Where were you?
At a 30th-birthday swingers' party.

Can anybody confirm that?

We're a very free-loving
and trusting community.

We don't kiss and tell.

Well, you better get
a little less free-loving

and give me a list
of everyone that showed up,

or I'm gonna get a whole lot
less forgiving, pal.

I'm not giving you anything
without a warrant.

There's strict laws in Memphis
about operating sex clubs -

Imprisonable laws.

I can imagine how popular
you two are gonna be in jail.

I mean, the nipple clamps
alone - Oh.

Oh, look, detective - It looks
like you got their attention.

Seems as though I do.

So, how about we take a look
at that list of names?

I know you didn't have to,
but I'm grateful that you did.

I know that what I did
is unforgivable,

and I can never give you back
what I took from you.

But please believe me
when I tell you...

I am a changed man.

Behind these walls,
I found God.

Or should I say,
God's found me.

Excuse me.

Mama. Mama.

I'm so sorry, Dwight.

I am.

It's hard to see him in person.

I thought I'd moved on
and forgiven him.

I mean, it's been 31 years.

When I saw that man's face -
When I saw him,

I just wanted to choke him
with my bare hands.

There's some taxicabs
out that front gate.

Let me just get one of them.

I'll drive you.

Just wait in the car, okay?

I'll just be a few minutes.

Hey, one of
the sex club members

called Dave's cellphone
several times

the night before the fire.

Bring him in.
I did.

He's in interrogation,
waiting for you.

Name is Neil Dekay.

This guy served 30 days last
year in county for assault.

He has anger issues.

Maybe he started a fight
with Dave.

Fight turned to threat,
threat turned to arson.

Could be.

Good luck.
Well, w-wait a minute.

This guy's a degenerate pervert
who belongs to a sex club.

You take him.
Use your...Feminine wiles.

Wow.

That is extremely misogynistic,
Charlie White, even for you.

Good luck, lieutenant.

Okay, I'm here.
Talk.

Well, like I said,
I'm a changed man.

What happened back then was
like a whole nother lifetime.

In romans 12:2,
the Bible says,

"let God transform you
into a new person

by changing
the way you think."

It took me a long time
in here to learn that.

There better be a good reason

you pulling me off
my job midday?

Why did you call Dave Hargrove last
night before the fire at the carver?

Because I wanted to know what was
playing at the midnight show.

Am I losing a paycheck
for this?

I am an impatient woman, Neil.

Now, I don't know
what type you usually go for,

but I'm of
the dominating variety.

You give me a credible answer
of why you called Dave,

or this is gonna go down
very badly for you, little boy.

All right,
hold out much longer,

you're gonna need a safe word.

Okay.

We had a disagreement,
but I fixed it.

A disagreement or argument?

The last party I went to,
I see my girlfriend

coming out of the storage room
with Dave.

He's not even part of our club.

So I ask him about it,

and he says that
he was showing her

some Elvis movie prints,
but I didn't buy it.

Did you confront him then? No.

I wanted to,
but my girlfriend told me

I was being stupid
and I should just let it alone.

But you couldn't, could you?

I called him the next day -
A couple times -

But he never picked up.

So you went down there.

Is that when you threatened
to burn the place down?

No! We talked.
We - We straightened it out.

Turns out the guy actually
does have Elvis prints.

You know, that's who you need to be
talking to, is that skinny fella.

I stopped in the John
when I was leaving.

As I'm coming out, I hear Dave

yelling at some guy
in the office.

What were they
yelling about, Neil?

The same Elvis prints,

and something about it
not being about the money.

I was just a form of wasted
human life back then.

What I done to you and your mama
was unspeakable,

and I'd give anything
in the world

if I could take it all back.

All right, I've heard
what you had to say.

Now I got some questions for you.
All right.

Right before you killed my dad,

you were picked up
for selling things

that had fallen off
the back of the truck.

The man who owned that truck

was a known member
of the Memphis mafia.

I don't know nothing
about that.

You know I'm the only one
between you and sunlight, right?

I don't know
what you want from me.

I just want to get out of here

and spend my remaining days
with my little grandkids.

I'm throwing myself
on your mercy

and hoping you'll be
understanding.

What do you know
about that money?

I've never seen that before.

That's dirty-cop money.

If my dad was killed because
of this, I want to know why.

I got no idea
what you're driving at.

The only way I let you
out of here is if you tell me

what the hell possessed you
to trigger my father.

I didn't know your father.

He was just a cop that
pulled me over when I was high.

You lying son of a bitch.
No, I'm not.

Here's what I think -

My dad was on the take,
but he wanted to stop.

Problem is,
they wouldn't let him,

so they sent you
to take him out.

Your father pulled me over.

How in the world
could I have planned that?

So, you're saying
it was totally random.

Yes, I am.
Bullshit.

You can rot in hell,
for all I care.

Hey, buddy.
How's it going down there?

I'm hanging in there.
What about you?

Piece of cake. What can I tell you?
It's like a picnic.

I need you to do me a favor.

What you got going?

Need you to check the system,
see if you can find out

who Tim Mason's
first cellmate at Angola was,

where he might be now.

What are you thinking?

Well, if a guy's
gonna spill the truth,

he's gonna do it
in his early years in prison,

you know,
when the guilt's still fresh.

Consider it done.
Thanks, Whitehead.

All right, buddy. Be safe.
All right. You too, buddy.

Can we go home now?

Ah, not just yet, mama.

Dwight, nothing you do
will bring your father back.

I'm not trying to
bring him back.

I just need to know
about that money.

Those Elvis prints
are worth 50 grand a pop.

Selling those would have solved
Dave's money problems

in one fell swoop.

Maybe the skinny kid
that he was arguing with

didn't want to take no
for an answer

and decided to force the issue
by starting the fire.

I'm already scanning buyers
on eBay,

checking recent
memorabilia auctions,

cross-checking those with
Elvis-convention attendees,

basically just looking
for anybody

who could afford those prints
in the first place.

Good job, Sutton.

Thank you, White...Head.
Detective.

Let us know
if you find someone.

I dug a little deeper
into Dave's finances.

It turns out those Elvis prints

were insured independently
of the theater.

I bet he didn't let that policy
lapse, did he? Nope, didn't.

Probably wanted to sell the prints
and then collect on the policy.

Double-dipping Dave.

Clark.
Charlie White, MPD.

Yeah,
I was Mason's first cellmate.

That make me famous
or something?

He ever talk about the
murder that got him sent there?

Who's asking?

He tell you why he did it?

No good reason.

He was young, out of his mind
on drugs - Random.

I don't buy that.

I know what life is like
for ex-cons.

I could make things
very difficult for you.

What did I ever do to you?
I need to know the truth.

And then you'll go away?

I got no reason to stay.

Tim told me
that he don't remember

what happened the night
he killed that cop.

What are you talking about?

He confessed to shooting him
in the alley.

He went along with that story

because that's what
everybody said happened.

But he was so messed up,

he don't remember
one second of that night.

Y-you're telling me
all Tim Mason knows

about what happened
is what people told him?

That's what he said.
Got no reason to lie.

I got to get back to work.

Hello, handsome.

Arianna.

Want a beer?

Sure.

You singing tonight?
I sing every night. You know that.

You in town on a case?

In a manner of speaking.
I'm sorry I didn't call.

Well, friendship means

never having to say
you're in New Orleans.

So, what brings you
back to town?

And don't say
it's to hear me sing,

'cause you heard plenty when
we were both back in Memphis.

The man who murdered my father
is up for parole at Angola.

The hearing's tomorrow.

Why would they
let him out of prison?

He's sick, got brain cancer,

only a few months to live.

So, in his final days, he wants
to go be with his family,

and the only thing keeping
that from happening is you?

Yep.

You gonna let him out?

I don't know.

I don't know.

So, why don't you
admit it, Dave?

You were looking for a graceful
way out of your financial mess,

so you took the prints and started
the fire as a distraction.

Took the prints?
They burned in the fire.

Not according to MFD.

I had them run a test
on the film canisters -

No triacetate residue at all.

I don't understand.
Well, let me clear it up for you.

There's no forced entry.

The sex-store perverts' alibi
checked out.

Bryan sure as hell didn't
hit himself in the head.

So, as far as I'm concerned,
you're my prime suspect.

When the carver theater
came up for auction,

Megan and I mortgaged
everything we had

to buy and restore it.

It's our - Our shared dream,
our shared love.

I wouldn't burn it down,
not in a million years.

Where were you the night
of the fire, Dave?

I was at home with my wife,

watching a William Powell
movie marathon on tv.

Using your wife as an alibi
is pretty damn lame.

But it's true.

On our night off,
we stay up all night and...

And watch movies.

Could - Could I get
a drink of water?

You got something caught
in your throat, Dave?

No.

I can't lie to you anymore.

You're right.
I did it.

You did it?

I was ashamed of our
financial troubles,

and I didn't want to
admit the truth.

So I burned it down.

I'll be right back.

Was that a confession?

He's lying.
I can feel it.

No sign of the Elvis prints

inside the memorabilia shop.

Here you go.

But Sutton just texted me
that this guy Ernie Matson

was recently
in a memorabilia chat room,

talking about a big score
that he's about to make.

They're trying to
drum up interest.

I guess even scumbags believe
in the power of technology.

Whew!
It's too sweet. It's yours.

But you already
drank out of this.

I don't have cooties.

Hello, Ernie Matson.

What you gonna do?

Make it up as I go.

You learn that at the academy?

20 years on the street.

I'm guessing that a sweet
little thing like you

must have had some trouble
somewhere in your life

with the law,
resulting in a criminal record.

And maybe there might be a
little trouble still out there.

If I was to dig
just a little bit,

I bet I'd find it, huh?

That's what I thought.

So, why don't you
hand me those keys,

and you take those 5-inch heels
for a little walk?

Well, well, well,
Elvis is in the building.

What do you know about that?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, what's happening here?

MPD, my friend.
Where'd you get these babies?

I got these aboveboard, y'all.
Make me a believer, Ernie.

I'm telling you, I've been
wanting to buy these from Dave

for a long time,
but he wouldn't sell.

So, what the hell are
they doing in your trunk?

You just took them and decided
to burn the place down?

I'm telling you, man,
I own these out legit.

I wouldn't buy from her
any other way.

If you don't have title,

you lose half the value
in the collector marketplace.

And they're in the back of my trunk 'cause
I'm about to bring them to a Japanese buyer.

He's a huge Elvis fan.

Wait a second.
You - You deal with Megan?

Yeah, man.

She called to say she's gonna
hand-deliver the prints.

I didn't ask any questions.
I just paid her price.

That's why Dave turned on
the dime with a confession -

He realized
that she had slipped out

while he was sleeping
on the couch.

Mama, what are you doing here?

Doing here?

We got to get ready
for the parole hearing.

I'm not gonna go.

What are you talking about?

I knew about the money, Dwight.

What?

I knew your daddy
was on the take.

Back in your daddy's day,

all cops had to accept payoffs.

What, did they put
a gun to his head

and force him
to be on the take?

It was the culture back then.

If a police officer
didn't take a payoff,

his fellow officers
just didn't trust him.

All these years,
you hid this from me.

I don't believe your daddy
was a dirty cop.

But you just said
he was taking payoffs, mama.

He may have taken them,
but he never spent the money.

Oh, come on, mama.

What, did we have a big,
fancy house

or drive new cars
and go on lavish vacations?

No, we didn't, but -
Did we?

No, he took the money
to keep us safe, to fit in,

and he did not spend it.

Damn it, mama, you still
should have told me.

Dwight Hendricks,
do not curse at your mother.

Look, what were you
trying to protect me from?

That - That dad wasn't the man
I thought he was?

You know, you're asking all the
wrong questions on this trip.

What? It doesn't matter if dad
was an honest man, a good cop?

Well, of course it matters.
That's what I'm telling you.

I believe he was
a good, honest man.

In spite of the facts?

You know, what truly matters...

Is what you carry with you
about your daddy...

In your heart.

Mrs. Hargrove, this is
your husband's signed confession

for assault and arson.

You gonna let him go to jail
for your crimes?

We understand the financial
strain y'all have been under.

And, Megan,
a judge will understand

that you are not a bad person.

You might want to take
one last look,

I'm begging you,
don't say anything.

You don't want to
play that game.

You fight this,
everyone's gonna lose.

Bryan has agreed
to drop the assault charges.

And because you haven't tried to
file a claim on the Elvis movies,

no insurance fraud
has been perpetrated here.

You'll be charged
with reckless endangerment.

You play ball with us,
we can help you.

We'd put so much
into the theater

and gotten so far behind
on our house payments,

and you wouldn't listen to me
about selling the Elvis prints.

What did you do?

You always told me,
if there was a fire,

that the prints would be safe
in the storage closet.

And I hoped it would work
in reverse...

Keep the theater safe,

but, obviously, it didn't.

I'm so sorry, Dave.

I was just trying to save
a little piece of our dream.

I know you'll never
be able to forgive me.

Darlin', I already have.
I already have.

Thank you for allowing me
to speak.

I've written something
that I wanted to say, but...

Now that I'm here...

I-I've made
a huge mistake.

I-I carried around the memory
of my dad's murder

for 31 years...

When what I should
have been carrying around

was the memory of his life.

The story of my dad's life
isn't how it ended.

It's how he lived it.

My dad was the greatest dad
a boy could ever have.

And that's the memory
I'm gonna carry with me

for the rest of my life.

I'm not gonna carry Tim Mason
with me any longer.

Neither me or my mom will stand in
the way of Mr. Mason's release.

Thank you.

Congratulations, detective.

Job well done.

Told you I was a good cop.

I never doubted
you were a good cop.

You sure about that?

I just wanted to make certain

the good cop showed up
for work every day.

Fair enough.

Also,
I'll admit it now -

This investigation was a test.

But not for you -
For me.

You know, the only thing so much
sitting behind that desk does

is give me a big butt.

You want my opinion?

You passed the test
with flying colors.

Job well done.

One, two, three...

? Yeah, yeah, yeah ?

? I don't want to lose
this good thing ?

? baby, that I've got ?

? and if I do ?

? I will surely ?

? surely lose a lot ?

? ooh, 'cause your love ?

? is better ?

? than any love I know ?

? it's like thunder ?

? it's like lightning ?

? oh ?

? the way you love me
is frightening ?

? think I better knock ?

? knock on wood ?

? baby ?

? I'm not superstitious ?

? about you, ah ?

? but I can't take no chance ?

? you got me spinnin' ?

? ooh, spinnin', baby ?

? and I'm in a trance ?

? 'cause your love ?

? is better ?

? than any love I know ?

? yeah, it's like thunder ?

? it's like lightning ?

? the way you love me
is frightening ?

? I think I better knock ?

? knock on wood ?

? baby ?

? yeah, yeah ? whoo!

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