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[The Chambers Brothers]
♪ Time has come today

♪ Young hearts
can go their way ♪

♪ Can't put it off
another day ♪♪ Time

♪ Time has come today

♪ Time has come today... ♪♪ Time

No.C'mon, Jordan.

You take this call,
I'll cover for you on Saturday.

I'm swamped.

Sixteen hours straight, man,
I am so outta here.

Doctors.

Hi.

I'm Bill Avery.

I'm a pharmacist over at
Nelson's Drugs on Eighth.

I was wondering if I could...[elevator bell chimes]

get your professional
opinion on this.

Oh, absolutely, brother,
uh, Dr. Cavanaugh

would love
to help you with this.

'Cause she would
love to do that.

There's no one here
more helpful than she is.

Okay, uh, thanks.
Uh...

Wow. 1964.

"Jackson Avery, age forty."

He was my father.

You must've been a baby.

I was born six weeks
after he died.

Two shotgun blasts
to the back.

I'm very sorry.

Uh...

There's no indication
here of lividity.

Uh...no liver temp.

There's no tissue samples.

This is slop.

Oh, okay, yeah.

There's no way that,
uh, birdshot

could have been fatal
from a distance of 50 feet.

This is--There's something
very wrong here.

What's the best way
to go about this?

What, exactly,
are you looking for?

Justice.

Justice for my dad.

Weird, isn't it?

Do you think
she just sat there

while he trashed the room

and buried a knife
into her heart?

He who?

She's got an ex-husband
out there somewhere.

My money's on him.

What the hell
was he looking for?

Who leaves anything
interesting in a kitchen?

You got a lot
of rhetorical questions.

All right, then,
answer the real ones.

Okay.

Well, she's been dead
for less than eight hours.

Pretty obvious
what killed her.

No defensive wounds.

Doesn't look like
she scratched anybody either.

I wouldn't apply for that
arrest warrant just yet.

Come on, now, Sidney,

I know you don't think
this is a suicide.

Take a look around you.

Would you just sit there

and let somebody plunge
a knife into you?

That a rhetorical question?

Hey, I thought
you left an hour ago.

Look at this, Garret.

The deceased--you'll notice
his race is listed as colored--

was shot in the back
outside of his home one night

forty years ago.

Guess why.

No.

The day the Civil Rights Act
was passed,

he went down to
a white movie theater,

tried to purchase a ticket.
Somebody got offended.

Where did this come from and
what's it got to do with us?

This man's son wants
to reopen the case.

Then he should be
in Mississippi.

No, he doesn't trust them.

They know who did it.
They've always known.

Look at this.

Two trials. Two hung juries.

The son has spent forty years
knowing who killed his father

and not being able to do
a damn thing about it.

I've got some
vacation time stored up.

Jordan.

I wanna go down there
for a few days.

I know it's a long shot,
but I want to do this.

They shoot people there.

They shoot people here.

It's not the sixties, Garret.
I'll be fine.

Nigel.

Yeah.

How much vacation time
do you have coming?

Last I checked, about
three and a half weeks, people.

I'm gonna go
down to Barbados--

Three hundred
years of hostility

doesn't change
in a couple of decades.

Pack a bag. You're going
to Mississippi with Jordan.

Say what?

Thanks, Garret.
I could use the help.

As a bodyguard.

Say what?

I'll get tickets
and rent the car.

Say what?

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

Hey, Bill.

Can't stay away?

Weren't you just here visiting
your mama last month?

That's right.

Y'all from Boston?

Yeah.

We played high school
football together.

He probably never told you

he was the best linebacker
this town ever had.

Thad Halloran.

Jordan Cavanaugh.

This is Nigel Townsend.

So what y'all do
up in Boston?

Well, uh...
Nigel is a scientist.

And I'm a doctor.

So what is it exactly you do
down here in Yates' Bend?

I got some filling stations.

And I'm the County Court judge.

Save you the trouble
of checking, Thad.

They're from the Boston
Medical Examiner's Office.

Is that so?

Well, you folks enjoy
your stay now, you hear?

It's always good
to have you home.

Gimme a call, let's grab
a drink or something.

Well, I, for one,
feel relieved.

I was picturing barefoot yahoos
with banjos.

You call this a snack?

Well, I heard they don't feed
people on airplanes anymore.

So, you play?

Oh, yes.

I taught music
at the high school

for twenty years.

I just retired a while back.

So you know why
we're here, Mrs. Avery.

Yes.

Because William can't
let go of the past.

Tell them what happened
that night, Mama.

From the time he was
fourteen years old,

my husband mowed
white people's yards.

He pulled their weeds.

He watered their roses with his sweat.

For three dollars a day.

He wanted something better
for his child.

The son he never saw.

Mama, please.

[sighs]

I begged Jackson
not to go to that theater.

He said somebody
had to do it.

He wore his only
suit and tie.

Oh, my god, look!
He should not be here!

He shouldn't be here!

That's right.

He got turned away,
of course.

That night,
I was in the kitchen,

and I heard
two shotgun blasts.

[gunshots]

I ran out the door,

and I saw Olin Price standing
there with a shotgun.

My husband was
face down in the dirt.

No!

His right hand was clutching at
the ground a couple of times.

And then he died.

No!

I knew he was gone.

I felt his soul
leave his body.

Forty years is too long
to wait for justice.

I hope we can help.

You didn't tell them, William?

No, Mama.

Tell us what?

This is William's journey.
Not mine.

I'm sorry, ma'am,
I don't think I understand.

Forty years is too long to hold
hatred in your heart.

It's not about hatred;
it's about justice.

[sighs]

After all this time, it's better
to let God take care of it.

God fell down on the job.

I will not have that talk
in my house.

Maybe that's why
Nigel and I are here.

Maybe God wants to use us
to help sort it out.

You needed to see me?

Yes.

Um, she's got needle marks
on her arms,

but the tox screen
was negative for drugs.

Okay.

Well, can you
track down her doctor,

you know, see if she was

injecting herself
with medication,

like insulin, ribavarin,
interferon, whatever.

Wouldn't that just
show up on the tox screen?

Not if she stopped taking it
more than a week ago.

Here ya go.

"Susan Galtieri."

Oh, man, please do not tell me
you are just getting to her.

Can you handle
six cases at one time?

I'm currently juggling eighteen,
and I'd love to clear this one.

So tell me what you got.

Okay, I'm gonna make this
real easy for you.

I'm like 99% sure that
this was a suicide.

Okay, as much as I'd love
to close this case,

I'm having a little
difficulty swallowing that.

For one thing, I cannot
find her ex-husband.

He's not at home,
he's not at his office.

Look at this.

You see these superficial
little cuts?

That's textbook
hesitation marks.

Maybe you're going a little
too textbook on this one.

Is there a problem here?

No.

[loud arguing]

Hey, hey,
separate corners, everybody!

Separate corners!

Separate corners!

You don't give
a damn about her!

This man's got
no business here!Okay, who's who?

My wife's here.

Ex-wife.

Susan Galtieri.

All right,
you I got to talk to.

Ladies, please.

I went by her house this morning
to check on her.

There was crime scene tape
everywhere,

an officer told me
I should come here.

Why'd you check up on her?

She had cancer.

According to the neighbors,

you checked up on her
yesterday too.

The doctor gave her
six months.

Just because we're divorced
doesn't mean I didn't care.

You're not going to give Susan's
body to him, are you?

We want to take care of her--
of her funeral.

Was their divorce final?

Yes.

Then there's no claim.

We can only release decedents
to their family members.

She didn't have any family.

She only had us.

The cancer patients'
support group.

I am...so sorry.

The law says it has
to be a relative.

Well, what happens
if there aren't any?

The state takes care of it.

No.

[sobbing]

[Jordan]
Okay.

So the people we know were part of the conspiracy and cover-up

were the killer--

Olin Price.

The four cops

who testified that
Price was with them

at the time
of the shooting--

Are all dead now.

Old Judge Halloran.

Also passed.

And the so-called doctor

who performed
the slapdash autopsy.

Dr. Anderson's a good man.

[clears throat]

He could've gone
away and gotten rich,

but he came home because
the people here needed him.

So where do we start?

How was your husband's health?

Jackson was strong as an ox.

So there's no way birdshot

could have killed him
at fifty feet.

I need an explanation
of that.

So I will start
with the doctor.

Wow.

Two rifles and a shotgun.

That's more like
what I expected.

But who needs that?

Never know when you might
need to shoot a 'coon.

[door hinge squeaks]

I believe the doctor's in.

That's Olin Price with him.

How's your mama doing, Bill?

Still a widow...Olin.

I know who y'all are.

Then you know why we're here.

I believe I do, little lady.
I believe I do.

Okay, then.

I wasn't a pathologist.

Forty years ago,
I was barely a doctor at all.

I'm just trying
to understand

how birdshot could've been
deadly at that range.

You know that your
autopsy report makes no sense.

You know that the
Cause of Death is wrong.

All I can tell you

is that the police found
two birdshot casings

at the scene,
and the victim was dead.

And you found birdshot pellets
in the body?

Do you have any kind
of official standing?

No.

Does that affect the truth?

Four police officers
testified, twice,

that Olin Price was with them
at the time of the shooting.

Mrs. Avery testified, twice,

that she saw him standing
over her husband's body

with a shotgun in his hands.

And you are deflecting
every question I've been asking.

Mississippi was a very different
place forty years ago.

And nobody wants to go back.

You're a doctor.

You know that sometimes
you have to open an old wound

in order to cure the infection.

Only if you're sure
the wound is infected.

A cold-blooded killer
walking free for forty years?

It's not just infected,
it's oozing.

[tower bell tolling]

If you'll excuse me,
I have a patient waiting.

It was nice meeting you,
doctor.

Garret.

Are there any circumstances
under which a body can be

released to
non-family members?

If the deceased left a will
stating that preference, sure.

Who're we talking about?

Susan Galtieri.

The woman Sidney and Woody
were fighting over.

It doesn't have to be
close family.

It could be third cousin
twice removed,

it could be your mother's
sister's daughter's aunt.

That would be your mother.

You know what I mean.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Unclaimed bodies
go out of here every day.

What makes this one special?

The devotion of friends.

Look, either the evidence
was preserved or it wasn't,

ya know?

Just keep your shirt on,
mister.

Forty years is a long time.

Oh, hey, Bill,
I heard you were in town.

I'm sure you did.

Got all your ducks
in a row?

Don't be gettin'
all paranoid on us, now, Bill.

You got away with murder
for forty years.

Time's up.

It's over, Price.

Get out of my way, nigger.

Bill, Bill, Bill!

For God's sake, Olin.

[Nigel] It's not worth it.

Now, the evidence in
the Jackson Avery killing:

Is it still around?

Yeah.

Are you sure you want
to go through with this?

You know he killed
my father.

You know he got a pass.

And you know we've come
a long way from then.

We don't need any strangers
picking our scabs.

Are you going to let us
look at the evidence or not?

Would you rather have
the news media?

Or the federal
authorities?

Explain to me why you think
this might be suicide.

No defensive wounds,
no myocardial ischemia,

no sign of a struggle,

and no foreign tissue
under her nails.

All right,
we've got two nicks.

Splicing defect
of the rib and the heart.

So the knife
caught on this rib,

then was repositioned and
thrust deeper on the second try.

That doesn't
scream suicide to me.

Liver cancer.
Right.

She'd just finished

a debilitating
round of chemo.

There was only 20%
shrinkage of the tumor.

She was terminal.

And depressed.

She could've repositioned
the knife herself

for the second thrust.Not likely.

She'd have to be
impervious to pain.

Or really determined.
And I think she was.

Something you want
to learn, Sidney:

Don't jump to conclusions.

Look at the evidence,

consider the possibilities,
do the math.

And I did.

And it's my considered
professional opinion

this woman
committed suicide.

Ma'am, can I ask you
something?

I asked Bill this on the plane,

but he didn't really
have an answer.

Why now?

William turned forty
a couple of months ago,

and it all just came
crashing down on him.

Forty's when it hits you
how little time you got left.

Forty's when his father died.

He really didn't want
to give it up,

but silver-tongued devil
that I am.

That box isn't nearly big enough
for the shotgun to be in there.

Well, we did ask the chief
about that,

and he pled ignorance.

"Before my time," he said.

Do you see
the shotgun shells in there?

Let's be methodical, luv.

Police report.

Oh, the autopsy report
that started it all.

Jordan--

Okay, one, two, three...

Four.

My mother heard two blasts.

Why are there four shells?

[Jordan]
I have no idea.

This one's birdshot.

So's this one,

but these two are
twelve-gauge buckshot.

These weren't a part
of the evidence.

No one ever even
mentioned buckshot.

I want that gun.

And it's gonna tell us what?

See that mark right there?

That's where
the firing pin strikes.

Every shotgun has its own signature.

It's kinda like
the striations on a bullet.

Dr. Macy.

The Susan Galtieri report?

How did Manner of Death go
from Suicide to Undetermined?

I changed it.
Why?

The second knife thrust.
That needs to be explained.

Hey. That my report?

And I know you did not
rule it a suicide.

I did.

However, I was overruled.

There a problem here?

No.

"Homicide" would be better,

but "Undetermined" is okay,
I can work with "Undetermined."

She committed suicide.

Here's some friendly advice
for you, kid.

If your boss with twenty-odd
years of experience--

I don't know what
happened in the house,

but I'm telling you,
forensic science says--

The ex-husband
was on the premises

shortly before the woman
was found dead.

Oh, by the way, all
the doorknobs were wiped clean.

She could've
done that herself.

You do know people polish
their own doorknobs.

They had a terrible
relationship.

He threatened her
when she left him.

Oh, and he's still
her beneficiary

for a million dollars.

She was dying.

All he had to do was wait.

Well, apparently
he did not want to.

Renewed his passport
five days ago

and bought a one-way
ticket to Tenerife.

Anyway, I arrested him.

Well, you don't
need me anymore, then.

[door shuts]

Oh, did I scare you?

Sorry.

I couldn't sleep.

What are you doing?

I'm just trying
to find some hint

about what happened
to that shotgun.

Jordan, I really appreciate
y'all coming down here.

We may never find this gun.

Tomorrow I'm going to apply
for an exhumation order.

What?

You must've known

that we'd need to examine
your father's body.

Well, d-does he have
to be disturbed?

I mean, this will
kill my mother.

I won't do anything without
talking to your mother first.

[footsteps]

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

William?

No!

William!
Get down!

Get down.

[gunshot]

[motor accelerating,
tire screech]

I'm sorry.

Your neighbors say that
you have to eat something.

Hey, Nigel.

Could you call Garret.

Give him all
the information we have.

Just in case.

Yep.

Jackson and I lived
in a tarpaper shack.

William built this house for me
five years ago.

Saved up his money till he could
pay the builder in cash.

Well...

I'm sorry.

I guess this is why you didn't
want us coming down here.

William's got to travel
his own road,

like everybody else.

Well, you did
a great job with him.

I just wish he would find
his peace about his father.

It's kinda hard to find peace

with Olin Price
walking around free.

He's not free.

His wife's got Alzheimer's.

They got no kids,

and there's nobody but him

to take care of her.

All I would ever want
from Olin Price is an apology.

I need to exhume
your husband's body.

Jackson deserves his rest.

There's no other way.

Bill, there's no other way.

Mama.

For me to find my peace,
I've got to know.

No, do not try
to downplay it, listen, I--

I told Jordan
this would happen.

All right, just pack up
and get the hell out of there.

Both of you. Now.

I'm not even going to try
and sell that to her.

I've gotta go, Dr. Macy.

[yawns] Hi.

You're in early.

You too.

Last night I went
to a meeting

of the support group that
Susan Galtieri attended.

It was unbelievable, Garret.

They're in pain,
they're queasy, they're frail.

A lot of them
are going to die soon.

But the love and support
they give each other...oh.

There was more laughter
and courage in that room

than I have ever seen.

How many of them commit suicide
when it gets really bad?

They all have times when that
seems like the best solution,

but they carry
each other through it.

Most of the time.

[knock on door]Yes, Sidney?

Susan Galtieri?

The suicide?

What about her?

Just so you know, I called
her ex-husband's lawyer.

To offer my expert opinion.

He seemed pleased.

Wait until you calm down.

If you do it now,
you'll kill him.

Mr. Avery and my father
were like brothers.

Mama told me Daddy
cried the whole time

he was embalming the body.

We'll let you know
what we find.

I want to see him.

That's not a good idea.

After forty years--

I want to see him.

My god.

How can this be?

It was July.

There was no
air conditioning.

Daddy knew the viewing

would go on
for a couple of days.

He used four times

the normal strength
of embalming fluid.

I want to talk to you.

The rest of you, find somewhere else to be.

Now!

The only reason
I'm not firing you

is that you have
the makings

of a first-rate
Medical Examiner.

You should trust my--
Don't...

speak.

When I overrule you,
you can talk to me about it.

But if you ever again
take it to the level

of pig-headed
insubordination.

I swear to god you're
gonna be out on your ass-

Where the hell do you get off?

I'm desperately scrambling

to get this Galtieri
bastard sewed up,

and you go and
chop me off at the knees!

First of all,
let me tell you something--

He killed her!

Shut up!
Both of ya!

The forensics support suicide.

Except for one thing--

second knife thrust,
so I'm with you.

It's hard to believe
she did that herself.

Now, if we can reconcile that,
gentlemen, we're done.

[Nigel]
Why are there
still people here

who want to cover up
for Olin Price?

You are asking
the wrong person.

It's just been driven
underground, hasn't it,

the racism?

It's right there
under the surface.

I think maybe the surface
is just a little deeper

than it used to be,
that's about all.

I know, it's creepy.

Even if we don't find
the real answer,

we can testify this is
way more damage

than you'd get from birdshot.

Hmm.

Ah-hah.

Twelve-gauge buckshot.

Found something?

Yeah, proof the doctor lied.

It doesn't give us Olin Price.

Yeah, you're right.

We really need
to find that gun.

Probably at the judge's house.

The old judge, Thad's daddy,

kept souvenirs
from all his cases.

Had a kind of museum
in his parlor.

[William]
That can't be the right gun.

Thad Halloran would have never
given it to you that easy.

His dad was part
of the cover-up.

The serial numbers match.

I don't know, maybe Halloran
wanted to come clean.

[gun cocks]

[two gunshots]

[Jordan]
Okay, these casings
are the buckshot.

Now, we match this gun
to those casings,

we've got enough
to force somebody

to reopen this case
officially.

[sighs]

They don't match.

They have to.

They don't match.

That's not gonna match.

We know he wasn't hit with the birdshot.

[William]
The birdshot matches?

Yes.

But he wasn't hit
with birdshot.

The answer is here.

We just don't know
what it is yet.

You missed one.

I didn't miss it.

I left it there.

Sure took forever
for somebody to find it.

Dr. Anderson said
he hoped the Feds

would take over the case
and redo the autopsy.

They'd find
the buckshot pellet,

and then he could say
that he had no choice,

he had to tell the truth.

Come on, he's just
covering his ass.

If he had any remorse,

he wouldn't have waited
until he got caught

to start showing it.

You didn't see him.

For forty years...

I have been balanced
on what seemed like...

a single point of time.

Just waiting for somebody
braver than I was

to do the right thing.

I'd just started
my practice.

I had a wife,
two small children.

And I did what
they told me to do.

And what was that?

I filled out
a new autopsy form.

I put in birdshot

instead of buckshot.

Why would they want you
to do that?

What was it about
this damn birdshot?

Olin Price did play poker
with the four cops that night.

They were all upset over what
your father did that day.

And they decided that somebody
had to do something about it.

They were drinking.

The drunker they got,
the more stupid the plan got.

One of the cops
got a shotgun

that couldn't be
traced to Price.

They fired it off.

[two gunshots]

He drove across town
to your parents' house

assuming he'd have to
kick the door in.

But your dad was
just getting home

from an NAACP meeting
at the church.

No!

Price was so drunk
he didn't realize

that what they'd discharged back at his place was birdshot.

He used his own shotgun
to kill your father...

[crying]

but left the other one,

the one that matched
the birdshot,

the one that couldn't be
traced to him,

at the scene.

If that's what happened,

why was there buckshot
in the evidence case?

One week after the killing...

I borrowed Olin's shotgun.

Told him I had
to kill some rats.

I discharged it in the woods,

and I kept the shell casings.

I kept them for six years

before I got up the nerve
to go out to the warehouse

and slip them
into the evidence box.

How do you even know
that was the right gun?

I didn't care.

I just wanted to point
in the right direction,

if there was ever
anybody interested.

If you knew
you'd done wrong--

Your father was already dead.

I didn't want my children

to grow up without
a father too.

William, I was
the first person to see you

when you came
into this world.

I'm so sorry.

Nigel went to the beauty parlor
with your mom.

I would pay to see that.

Look, you haven't
said a word

since we left
Dr. Anderson's.

My mom's right,
you know?

Let God take care
of Olin Price.

You can't be serious.

"Balanced on a single point
of time."

That's what it's like,
you know.

One event overshadows
everything else in your life,

until you realize
you don't have a life at all.

You're asking me to be a part
of a whole new cover-up.

You don't have
any real evidence.

Just stop now.

My mom's not gonna get dragged
through another trial.

Dr. Anderson can keep
whatever shred of self-esteem

he's got left.

Olin's wife won't
lose her only caretaker.

And I can finally put my father
where he belongs.

In my heart.

Just in my heart.

What about Price?

You met him.

You don't think
he's in his own hell?

She was sitting here
just like this.

I know what you've got.

What about you?

I've got abusive jerk
ex-husband

who just happened to show up

around the same time
that she died

with a million-dollar motive.

Now, I do not believe

that she got the knife
halfway through her chest.

Then wiggled it around

to clear the ribcage.

And thrust it
the rest of the way in.

I mean, come on, people.

How much would that
have to hurt?

Wow, so you think she just
sat there while he did it?

She didn't resist him?

Scratch him?

Grab the knife?
Her adrenaline didn't spike?

Is that really easier
for you to believe?

Why does the ex-husband
still inherit?

She never changed
the paperwork.

She had other things
on her mind.

Like terminal cancer.

This is a nice little house,

but it doesn't say
"millionaire" to me.

The inheritance,
life insurance.

Two hundred and
fifty thousand dollars,

with a quadruple homicide
indemnity.

Was there a pen on the table?

No, on the floor. Why?

Right, you dug your heels in.

Gotta be suicide.
Gotta be murder.

You're both right,
but you're both wrong.

If she was murdered, Galtieri
rakes in a million bucks.

Not if he killed her.

But if she did it herself...

He gets nothing.

She was in pain, just found out
she was terminal.

She couldn't take it anymore.

The first thrust killed her.

[Woody]
So jerk-o
ex-husband comes in...

sees her dead,
sees the note she left...

sees a million smackeroos
go up in smoke.

So then he proceeds
to make it look like murder.

If we can't prove it,
he gets away with a million.

Not if Woody gets him
convicted for murder.

Not much of a chance
of that happening,

with two testifying
on behalf of the defense.

Okay, drop the murder charge.

Rearrest him for
tampering with evidence.

Sidney and I will find a way
to make it stick.

Right?

Yes, sir.

Woody?

Now you two.

Good.

It's a tie.
Suicide.

Well, I have to tell you,
Jordan,

I'm, uh...

I'm really proud and, uh...

quite amazed by you.

Never in a million years would
I have ever have thought you

capable of acceding
to someone else's wishes.

Especially when they ran
counter to your own.

Hey.

I mean, have you
ever done that before?

Stop obsessing just
because somebody asked you?

Bill Avery finally
got to a place

where he doesn't need
blood for blood.

I wouldn't want
to mess with that.

See, that's exactly
what I'm talking about!

That's not the Jordan I know.[tires screeching]

Company.

Heard you were all leaving,

thought you might need
an escort back out of town.

Hey, wasn't that
gun rack full before?

[Nigel]
Yeah, there was
another shotgun.

What happened to it?

It's in the bed there.

Nice. How'd you do it?

I packed the barrels with mud,

tied a string
to the trigger,

stood back, and boom.

Good job.

I hated to do it.

My daddy got me that gun
for my twelfth birthday.

What, to kill birds with?

Well, nah.

'Coons, more like it.

You think we're leaving
because you beat us?

Your drunken plan
to kill Jackson Avery

was so numbingly stupid

it took us two days
to figure it out.

Two days.

The card game, the drinking,

the gun that wasn't yours,
the gun that was yours,

the idiotic mistake
with the birdshot,

the faked-up autopsy.

No, we are leaving because
the Averys asked us to.

You see, they're
nicer people than we are.

No, no.

They actually care who
will take care of your wife.

God, you were so close,
you half-wit.

One call
to the state police,

I could have you arrested
and charged before nightfall.

And you think I'm going
to worry about your wife?

Well, you don't
know me very well.

And this time, you know what,
no all-white jury, bigot.

You will be convicted.
You will rot in prison.

Or--

Or, you know what,

you get in our car.

We drive you
to the Averys' house,

where you apologize to them

for what you did
forty years ago.

If they have questions for you,
you answer them.

With respect!

That's my offer.

Your choice.

Your move.

I've trolled every genealogical
data base I could find.

There just aren't
any relatives.

Massachusetts doesn't
treat unclaimed bodies

with disrespect.

There's no Potter's Field.

You're given a real burial
in a real cemetery,

and the state pays for it.

One of the things we talk about
in the support group is death.

We talk about it a lot.

We know what Susan wanted

if she didn't make it.

And we promised her

we'd take care of it
if...if the time came.

Fill out this form.

You are the third cousin
twice removed.

Will you get in trouble?

No.

You're sure?

Yes.

[Price]
I, uh...

Mrs. Avery...

I...

I'm sorry.

I apologize.

I'd be more inclined
to believe you mean that

if you would
show me the respect

of taking your hat off
in my house.

So it was all for nothing.

I wouldn't say that.

I wouldn't say that at all.

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