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You ready?

Yes.

What have you been doing?

Just thinking.

About?

Who else?

Teddy?

Your big brother.

How he was before all
that's happened... happened.

And how was he?

He was complicated.

So we know he wasn't adopted.

No.

And he certainly
wasn't untroubled,

even as a child.

But he was always
curious and bright.

I thought he might be a writer.

He still is bright, mother,

and curious, and alive.

Don't forget that part.

He is still alive
in the here and now.

And he can still be a writer,

or whatever else he wants to be.

So, we don't have to think about

what was
or what could have been,

because today, this day,
it can now be what it is.

Today, we're gonna be
a family again, mama.

God, why can't you be happy
for one moment?

It's not so simple, honey.

For one moment, it is.

Your firstborn is gonna be back
in that house in a few hours,

and he can walk out that door

and stand right here
in this back yard

if he so chooses.

He's like Lazarus, mother.

Daniel has risen from the dead.

So you can afford for
one friggin' moment to be happy.

Okay, honey.

Mom?

Hey, honey.

Jon's gonna be here
in a few minutes.

Great.

Do you want to do it
in the living room?

Sounds fine.

What have you been doing?

I'm sorry, Amantha.

For what?

For abandoning you.

No, mother.

I shouldn't have said
what I said in the attic.

I got stirred up
seeing Bobby Dean,

and had a brief relapse.

I've always been so ashamed.

Ashamed of what?

For letting everyone down...

your brother, your father, you.

You were depressed, mom.

You were probably
clinically depressed.

We just didn't know it
at the time.

I knew it.

I just couldn't deal
with reality.

I was so angry,
I just... went to bed.

Dad tried to deal
with that reality.

Look what happened to him.

So it was left to you.

I was a kid.

Kids are
less breakable.

And Daniel was my brother,
not my son.

He was part brother,
part ideal...

...part fantasy, really.

Maybe that's why I was able to fight
for him for as long as I did,

because I believed
that if we got him out,

we could live
happily ever after.

I know you did.

I just want you
to live your life, Amantha,

the way you want to.

Well, I'm gonna try, mom,

but it may not be
what you wanted for me.

I just wanted you
to get out of here.

That's all.
That's not all.

You wanted me to get out of here

because you wanted
to get out of here.

I hear you, honey.

Do you?

Because you will always
be disappointed

if you try to live through me.

And I will be
a disappointment to you.

Have you and Daniel
been talking to each other?

No.

Why?

Is that what you feel
when you're around me?

My disappointment in you.

Mm, not always,
but... sometimes.

Well, that shouldn't be.

Because you're my hero,
young lady.

God, mom.

What?

Well, first of all...

I'm not that young.

It's all relative, honey.

Excuse me
while I go powder my nose.

Hello gollybob,
or whoever else this might be.

This is your lucky day.

You get to leave me a voicemail.

Hello, Chloe.

It's Daniel...

in case you're confused
about that.

Anyway, I, uh, thought
I might come back after work

and... and see you, uh,

and, uh, maybe help you,
uh, finish packing.

Or maybe help you
start unpacking.

That was sort of a joke.

Hey, Dan.

Oh, yes, Julian?

Can I speak with you?
In my office?

Okay, sure.

I'm just gonna
cut to the chase, Dan.

Okay, sure.

We're giving you another raise.

It's not a lot.

15 cents more,
puts you up to an even $8.

That's not nothing, Julian.

Do you like me, Dan?

In what way?

As a boss.

I hadn't really thought
about it, to be honest.

Interesting.

Should I?

Should you what?

Think about you?

I'm not sure.

Okay.

But keep up the good work.

I'll do my best.

Hell of a deal, these used rims.

Getting out of the rim rental
business to, so...

Ah. Lucky me.

Yeah.

- You can pick 'em up in the back.
- All right.

I'll be.
It's really happening.

It really is.

This place has been here
longer than I have.

Damn, I didn't realize
it was that old, Carl.

How's the leg?

Eh, you know,

still a little hitch
in my giddy-up,

but I'm on the mend.

Yeah, well,
I talked to the D.A.

She's willing
to knock the charges

down to misdemeanors.

That's good news.

There's a catch.
All right.

You gotta take
an anger management class,

a firearm safety course,

and attend
30 A.A. meetings.

Well, I'm on the wagon
right now, anyway,

so I'll take my medicine
with thanks.

You know, I could probably use
a new set of tires.

You ever know Lester Holden,
Carl?

A little bit. Why?

I don't know.

I'm selling the store,
been thinking about him some.

Finding some of his old files

with his handwriting on 'em
or whatever.

He was... loquacious,

I guess you'd say.

But from everything
I ever heard,

he was good people.

Did you and Daniel ever come
to some kind of something

before he left?

Not really.

Why?

I don't know.

You just think about things...

usually right before daylight.

I know about
thinking about things.

It's just damn unfortunate.

I heard that.

Yep, I just might bring
the family car by

and get me a set of tires.

Well, you better hurry up.
Tomorrow's the last day.

Dadgum.

Creeps up on you, doesn't it?

It does.

You go easy, now.

You still think he did it, Carl?

Like you used to?

Between me and you
and these tires...

...Not really.

I feel pretty sure
he didn't do it.

But then,
I felt pretty sure before.

What's the difference?

There were a lot of things
that weren't known back then,

or looked into.

And a lot of mistakes.

And no one ever even spoke
to Chris Nelms that day?

Never did.

Unbelievable.

I never liked Roger Nelms.

Even in school, he was a prick.

Well, he was.

Anyway, Sheriff Daggett
and Ms. Person

both feel, ultimately,

there was likely nothing
premeditated or malicious

that occurred during
the original investigation.

Just...

Prejudice, arrogance, inanity,
what else?

And I'm still not convinced

about the "nothing premeditated
or malicious" part.

Forgive me for still being
suspicious of asses.

And did you witness

the former sheriff's interview
yourself, Jon?

They shared C.J.'s deposition
with me,

which I believe is a good sign
of their true intentions.

What did you think?

At the least,
the Paulie Sheriff's Department

made serious, critical mistakes.

I think early on, they...

certainly led
by Roland Foulkes...

had made their minds up
about Daniel being the killer,

and then they set out
to prove it.

That's not unique
in wrongful conviction cases.

In fact, it's more the rule
than the exception.

Well, that's comforting.

How many things
could it be, really?

That's not so surprising.

But to hear
the details of that day,

what they actually did
and didn't do...

...is somehow
even more tragic.

So, what happens now,
Mr. Stern?

I am going to drive up
to speak with Daniel personally

about what has transpired,

and what to expect

if the Georgia Bureau
of Investigation

accepts Ms. Person's
formal request

to open a new inquiry.

Inquiry of what?

Of everything.

Thank you, Jon,
for not giving up.

We're a long way
from what we want, Janet,

but this is a remarkable turn.

And I'm glad you're getting
to see Daniel, too.

As am I.

Hello?

Hello, Peyton.

She hates goodbyes.

I kind of figured.

She wanted you to have this,
though.

She said "it might look good
in the fun house,"

direct quote.

Yes, uh...

it just might.

Oh, and the book.

She said give her a call
after you've read it.

Sure.

Well, I'm gonna go
back downstairs.

Stay as long as you like,
Daniel.

Who will, uh, live here now
in this big box?

Well...

Me, actually.

I was up next.

Good.

Good for you.

Yeah, I'm fortunate.

It's a nice space.

The windows.

Sorry?

I'm always struck
by the windows here.

They are striking.

And I'm always reminded.

Reminded?

Of a box with no windows.

You're welcome to come visit.

You're a kind man.

Thank you.

Nice day, isn't it?

It is.

I notice those more now.

That's good.

I hope you can enjoy a nice day

once in a while too now, Jon.

Maybe.

Did you really quit Justice Row?

I did.

But they would probably
take me back.

Nonprofits can't be choosy.

Oh, they would take you back.

They're not idiots.

And...
maybe take some time off

before you definitively decide
to become a tax lawyer.

I'll take that under advisement,
counselor.

Because you're
one of the good guys, Jon,

and you're fighting
on the side of the righteous.

And, God, what a terrible loss
that would be

for the good guys.

When you put it like that...

What?

How many ledges did you talk
me off of over the years?

A few.
Yeah.

I had an epiphany.

I think that's what it was.

Oh, yeah?

Smoking a joint
in a satellite dish.

I could see those
going together.

All three, actually.

Doesn't matter
what happens at this point.

I mean, it matters.

Of course it matters.

But nothing will rectify
what's happened.

It won't bring back Hanna
or my dad

or my 18-year-old brother.

I think that might actually
qualify as an epiphany.

Or really good pot.

God...

Safe travels, sir.

And hug my brother for me,
will you?

I'll do it.

Okay.

See you around sometime.

See you around.

Hey!

I got you.

You did.

Hello, sister.

Hello, brother.

Where are you?

On the front steps at Mama's.

She told me that
you moved back temporarily.

One hopes.

Where are you?

At my friend's loft.

Mom told me about
your amazing friend

and her amazing loft.

Yeah.

She went home, too...

...To Ohio.

I'm sorry, honey.

Don't get attached to people.

There's a downside.

Too late.

You gonna be okay?

I'm gonna try.

I'm gonna try to be okay.

I'll come up there.
Right now.

You know I will.
Just say the word, Danny.

How would you get here?

Does everybody
know about my car?

Yes.

I'll take Jared's bike.

Been there, done that.

He's got a better one now.

See you soon, then.

You know I miss the shit
out of you, brother.

I miss you too, Amantha.

I-I sure appreciate
all your letters,

every last word.

My letters then, or now?

Both.

But the recent ones are special,

because nobody reads them
but me.

Jon's coming to see ya.

Oh, yeah?

I'm sure he'll call first,

but things are changing.

They usually do.

I mean down here, in Paulie.

The truth
may be finding the light

after all these years.

Did you know that

Harry Nilsson and John Lennon
made a record together?

No.

I didn't.

Neither did I.

I've got a lot of
catching up to do.

Me too.

Tell Jared I said hi.

I will.

That's tough, Dan.

That really is.

Women... they're what
makes this world go around.

They can sure
make the world feel like

it's got
some kind of direction, yes.

Sounds like you cared
a lot about this lady, Dan.

I did, Tyrus.

I still do.

'Course you do, Dan.

We don't want to trivialize
your experience with Chloe.

But, um, circumstances
being what they are,

her going back to her family

feels like the right decision
for her.

And you staying here
focusing on your therapy,

creating a job history,

gaining some life
under your belt...

that's...
that's right thinking, Dan.

I guess.

Sometimes you just wonder.

Wonder?

Never mind.
It doesn't matter.

Ah, you're going back
to that now, are you?

Sometimes you just wonder,

is that what we're doing here?

Keeping our expectations so low

we'll never be disappointed?

I pull boxes.

Tyrus makes cold calls.

Pickles' is about to start
washing other people's clothes.

Is that as good as it gets?

Is that all we should hope for?

Not everybody's expectations
are the same, Daniel.

If you don't like
your circumstance,

you've either got to try
to change that circumstance,

or if you can't,
or if it's unrealistic,

you gotta change
your attitude towards it.

Sure.
Sure?

Sure.

What you said is, um,
logical, practical,

predictable, realistic.

Sure.

I think what you experiencing,
though uncomfortable,

is ultimately positive,
Daniel...

that you even
having expectations,

that you feeling disappointment.

You know, to me,

expectation is kinda like
the trickier cousin to hope.

You hope for something better,
right?

You hope for
something different,

something more.

That's not a bad thing,
you know?

When's the last time
you felt disappointment,

'cause you hoped for something?

Now, I guarantee
you're no different

than any man in this room.

You in good company, Daniel.

Welcome.

Good morning, Theodore.

You haven't called me that
in a long time.

Shame on me.
Mm.

Are you ready for the big day?

I'm kind of ready for the day
after the big day.

See what that brings.

Why not?

Why not?

Uh, incoming offspring.

Where's Amantha?

She said this is your thing.

Said, "Go with God."

What about you?

I think it's my thing too, mom.

We'll see you over there
a little later.

Okay.

It's gonna be fine.

Well, let's do it.

So, how you been?

Trying to stay the course.

Doing my prescribed homework.

How's that going for you?

Not fun yet.

Not fun?

Still pretty traumatic
to listen to.

I see.

Am I the hopeless case?

Not at all.

With Prolonged Exposure Therapy,

I've seen patients show
marked improvement

after as few as
8 to 10 sessions,

while others take more time.

A year of concentrated therapy
isn't unusual.

But for now, we'll continue
to address your major traumas

until you become more
desensitized to them...

go from there.

Very well, doctor.

You ready to begin?

I-I would like to talk about
another event today,

if that's all right?

Absolutely.

I think about it a lot.

Every time I hear footsteps
in a hallway,

it comes back.

I see.

Oh.

Right.

Homework.

It was my friend's execution.

Well, the day before, actually.

Whenever you're ready.

I'm ready.

Where are you, Daniel?

In my cell. Waiting.

Kerwin is in his cell
next to mine... waiting.

No one is talking,

not even Wendall,
who never shuts up.

It's the rare occasion

when the entire row is silent.

We're all just... waiting.

What is it?

The doors are opening
into the row.

We can hear their footsteps,
the guards,

coming to take him.

Try to stay in the first person.

That's not how it is
on this day.

It's like we're somehow united,

even the inmates you hate,

even the inmates
you don't really know.

It... it feels like
we're all being taken

for our date
with the executioner.

But we're not.

It's just Kerwin they're taking.

I see the guards
walk past me now.

I hear them stop at his cell,
put the chains on him.

I want to be strong for him.

I hear him ask the guards if...

if he can have a word with me.

But I can't face him.

He's the one who's strong...

...For me.

Finally, I turn to him.

"Because I know you.

Because I know you.

Because I know you."

I don't follow.

That...
That's what he kept saying...

His last words to me
before they took him away.

He wanted me to believe.

Believe?

In myself.

You like school?

I like learning things.

Not real big
on the other parts of it.

I was never big
on much of any of it.

But I think
it's important to go,

to finish.

I'm sure people smarter than me
have told you that before.

I don't know
if they were smarter,

but it's good to hear things
more than once.

It was nice of your mom
to accept my mom's invitation.

I think she was
kind of moved by it, Bobby.

This was her last semester.

All "A's."

She hardly had to open a book.

Daniel always commented on
how bright Hanna was,

you know, when...
when they were dating.

Well, he was always a smart boy,
as I remember.

I'm sure he still is.

Well, we mothers
like to think so.

I don't think your son
killed my daughter anymore.

I don't.

I just didn't want to let it go,
that belief.

But my son, Bobby...

What they told
us was wrong all this time.

I'm so, so sorry
for your loss, Judy.

I thought
if they killed your son,

it would help me move on.

Now I just thank the Lord
they didn't.

And I hope you can have
some kind of life with him, Janet.

We're working on it.

Even if they get the right one,
or ones, this time...

I don't think it'd make
that big of a difference,

not to me, not anymore.

I understand.

I don't think I'll ever
be able to change this room.

I know Bobby wishes I would,
but, um...

it's just been too long.

It's too set.

Well...

Maybe it's all right
just as it is.

It makes me sad,

but it comforts me, too.

I feel that in here.

Both.

It's a nice room, Judy.

Well, thank you.

Anyway, a formal request
has been made to the GBI

by Ms. Person.

It's in their hands now.

How we proceed
depends on their response.

How was mother with all this?

It was complicated for her,

but I sensed in her hope.

I would say she's hopeful.

I like to hear that.

How are you with it?

I'm not sure yet, uh...

Sounds like a lot
would have to happen,

but, uh, let's just say

it might be nice to go home
one day for a visit,

just because I wanted to.

That might be nice.

That's what we're aiming for.

It's good to see you, Jon.

Likewise, Daniel.

I really appreciate
your sacrifices over the years.

I don't think it's a sacrifice
if it's one's choice.

As I lay in bed last night,
I thought...

I thought about how many people

have tried to help me
along the way,

have helped me,

a few of who
are no longer alive.

Way more people
have tried to help me, Jon,

than have harmed me.

The harm just seems to leave
the deeper mark.

Anyway, uh,
I've always felt such guilt

that others
were wasting their lives on me,

that I was a waste,
that I was unworthy.

But last night, I...

I didn't feel that guilt,
or that I was a waste.

I didn't necessarily feel,
uh, uh, worthiness,

but I did feel a kind of
responsibility, I guess.

At least a... a desire to try
and not let you all down.

And then I felt
the smallest flicker of...

not wanting to let myself down,
you know?

Because somewhere in all this,

I've managed at times

to fight for myself
for some reason,

to fight for my life
for some reason.

And I...
survived for some reason.

And here I am, still,
for some reason.

And me not knowing that reason

doesn't diminish it
or invalidate it

or disprove its existence.

And that's what I'm going with
today, Mr. Stern.

No promises beyond that.

Words to live by, Mr. Holden,
for today.

Double Dee?

Don't play hard to get now.

For real, Dee,
you gonna do me that way?

What?

You ever dream
of being somewhere else?

No.

Yeah, you do.

It's fruitless.

Says who?

It's not real.

And this place is?

Yes.

How you know if this is real,

and what you dream ain't?

Because who would dream up
something like this?

A madman would...

A certain Dee Holden.

All I'm saying.

Sometimes I dream I'm in a car.

What kind?

An old Caddy.

I like that.

Who you riding with?

Doesn't matter.
Come on, man!

The Kerwin Whitman.

Whoo!

Now we're talking.

Where are we?

Could be anywhere.

How 'bout New York City?

Done.

Hell, yeah.

Who driving?

You are.

Holy... shit!

In NYC.

You're extraordinarily
competent.

It's like riding a bicycle,
bitch.

What's our destination?

Just cruisin',
seeing the sights.

Ladies?

They're a sight,
and we're seeing them.

Hey, ladies.

We new here.

Hang a left, Kerwin.

Let's go to the Village.

Circa 1965.

I want to go to a Broadway show.

Present day.
We can do that later.

Good seats, too.
Already reserved.

And not one of those
hokey-ass revivals either...

buncha white folks
singing 'bout the good old days.

Can we just take in the city
for a minute without talking?

Sure.

No sweat, Dee.

Can I turn on the radio?

Yes, Kerwin,
you can turn on the radio.

Hip hop?

Kerwin.

Okay.

I'll just turn on my music.

Appreciate you taking me
for a ride, Dee.

Anytime, Kerwin.

Good morning, Mr. Crick.

You're cutting it close, Melvin.

I got hung up
with a plumbing issue...

unpleasant.

Well, you got some good tires
and a hell of a deal.

I appreciate it, Ted.

Dad, this is Melvin.

He was Amantha's landlord,
and how he's mine.

He deserves another
20 percent off then.

Pain and suffering?

Or something.

It's already more than fair,
Mr. Talbot.

That's not exactly savvy
negotiating skills, Melvin.

Well, money's not everything
in every case.

No, it's not.

Am I early?

Perfect timing.

Just sold Melvin here
our last set of tires.

Melvin, Tawney.

Hello.

Congratulations, Melvin.
Thank you.

I brought monkey bread.

Thought we could use
some sugaring up

before we start packing.

Been missing that.

Glad you're here, young lady.

Me too.

Well, should we close her up?

Go for it, dad.

I brought
my professional organizer.

Hey, y'all.

Hey, Tawney.

Monkey bread!

Well, I'll, uh,
leave you all to it.

Oh, you're not
getting off that easy, Melvin.

You stayed till after closing.

You gotta help.

Oh.

- Where's Amantha?
- Don't know.

Well, let's get started.

Ted, you bring the trash bags?

Knew I forgot something.

Good grief, Ted.

Um...

Yes, Melvin?

I can go get the trash bags.

Thank you, Melvin.

Jared, you go with him.
Yes, ma'am.

Billy?
What in the devil?

Thought we might could use
some cheap labor.

The first 10 guys
she asked declined.

Sometimes it's good to be
the last man standing, Billy.

Well, welcome to
whatever this is.

Enter at your own risk.

Okay.

I know one of you Teds
has the magic keys.

You want to keep the files
in a storage unit, Ted?

- Hey.
- Guess so.

What about the garage,
now that it's all cleared out?

No.
No.

Well, let the games begin.

Good afternoon.

This morning, I spoke with
GBI Deputy Director Mike Larkin,

and he confirmed that the GBI
will open a new investigation

into the murder
of Hanna Abigail Dean.

The GBI is opening this case
at my request.

It was not a request
I made lightly.

The original investigation

helped convict 18-year-old
Daniel Lucas Holden

of Ms. Dean's murder,

and he spent
the next almost two decades

on Georgia's death row.

Earlier this year,

a court vacated
Mr. Holden's conviction

based on new DNA evidence,

and he was released from prison

for the first time
since his original arrest.

At the time of his release,

I reviewed all the evidence

and concluded that
Mr. Holden should be retried.

In order to spare the taxpayers
the expense of a second trial,

I offered Mr. Holden
a plea deal,

which he accepted.

He pled guilty
to Ms. Dean's murder

in exchange for time served,

20 years probation,

and banishment
from the state of Georgia.

In the days and weeks since,
however,

details have come to light

that raise doubts about
Mr. Holden's guilt.

You hearing this,
Mr. Melton?

One of the witnesses
at the original trial,

George Melton, was found dead,

apparently the victim
of foul play.

Testing revealed
that Mr. Melton's DNA

is a statistical match

to the semen found
on Ms. Dean's underclothing

over 19 years ago.
What's that about, daddy?

And due to the diligent eff...

I wasn't really watching.

...and the Paulie
Sheriff's Department,

it has become evident

that the original investigation
was far from thorough,

neglecting to interview
key witnesses

and failing
to correctly identify

the individuals
who raped Hanna Dean

on the night of her death.

Bitch.

After careful consideration,

and at the urging
of Sheriff Daggett,

my office formally submitted

a request
for a new investigation

to the GBI earlier this week.

Sheriff Daggett and I
both believe

that this case is too important
and too complex

for the limited resources

available to
the Paulie Sheriff's Department.

Bringing in an outside agency
to oversee the investigation

is a step we feel
is both necessary and prudent.

And as I said this morning,

the Georgia
Bureau of Investigation

confirmed that
they have accepted my request.

And whatever
the results of their findings,

this office is prepared
to do whatever it takes

to find and try

the individuals responsible
for Hanna Dean's murder.

And if it becomes clear

that Daniel Holden
is not guilty of this crime,

then my office will work
with Mr. Holden's attorney

to see that his conviction
is set aside once and for all.

Thank you.

To recap,
a 19-year-old murder case

is being re-opened.

So that's why you came by,

just letting me know

that you're dropping
the murder charge against me?

For now, we are.

Felt I owed you a home visit

for all your pain and suffering.

Spent all that goddamn money
for nothing.

Losing my house, my wife,...

nobody gives a shit about that.

The state
will supply you an attorney

if it ever comes to that.

So y'all are gonna try to pin
Hanna's death on me now?

Well, at least hers
wasn't a suicide like George's.

How do you know that?

I don't think you can
strangle yourself, Carl,

like you can
shoot yourself in the head,

like George did.

Yeah, well, hopefully
you'll have your day in court.

Bitch should have
kept her mouth shut,

and none of this
would have happened.

What'd you just say?

Bitch had kept her mouth shut,

none of this
would have happened.

It's word-for-word

what Chris said to me
that next morning.

Is that right?

I went over to his house

to see if he was gonna buckle.

Now, why would he buckle?

If Hanna cried rape,

I wasn't going down for that.

I didn't rape her, Carl.

I could get that coo hole
anytime I wanted to,

ever since she was 14.

Hell, she was digging on

that whole free love thing
that night,

until Chris got on top of her.

She didn't like that
country-club asshole.

And damn sure didn't want

his privileged dick
inside of her.

With her tripping on mushrooms
that Holden had given her,

she started freaking out on him.

You can tell it to the GBI.

Did anybody ever see his hand?

What?
Chris' right hand.

I didn't think so.

She bit it

when he was trying to
keep her from screaming.

Did you see Chris the next day
at the sheriff's station?

When Roger
finally brought him in

when he damn well pleased?

For a minute, yeah.

Did you notice Chris' right hand

was in his pocket?

That was a long time ago.

Can't say I recall that.
Well, it was.

The whole damn time,
he just kept it in his pocket.

You see, I never thought
that I raped her, Carl,

whereas Chris knew he did.

He was always the one
who had a motive.

Always.

Not me.

It's out of my hands, Trey.

All you son of a bitches
playing God!

You can all go to hell!

Mmm. I mean, I wouldn't call
this nouveau cuisine,

but that sure hit the spot.

That it did. Mmm.

Especially with you
springing for it, Daniel.

Appreciate it.

Here's to Mr. Pickle.

May this be just
the beginning of the good life

for you, my friend.

Here, here.

We're proud of you, old man.

I ain't that old.
I still turn some heads.

Yeah. Grandmas.

Oh-ho!

I ain't got no problem
with grandmas.

Um, it's my mother.

You need to take that?

I'll call her later.

What?

Oh, no y'all didn't!

Peach cobbler, wow.

Thank you.

Ooh.

Life is good today.

Amen.

So, are they gonna
bring some for y'all?

Willie D's...

don't get no better than that.

Doesn't get any better.

If you know
it's grammatically incorrect,

it's okay to say it that way.

Yeah, but you don't know that.

What a day.

One to remember, for sure.

It was a blessed day.

It was at that.

Plus, Teddy hasn't
run off Billy yet.

Day ain't over yet.

Getting close.

It's Daniel.

Hey, honey.

Did you get my message?

I did.

Isn't that something?

I think our luck's
about to change,

has changed.

Well, it's...
it's still a long road,

but I think we can
afford to be hopeful.

Why not?

Why not?

Hey.

Can I maybe say something to him

when you're done?

Honey,
Teddy wants to talk to you.

Okay, sure.

Hi, there, Daniel.

Hello, Ted.

I just wanted you to know

that I've got
the Ceramic Mechanic,

and, well...

...It was your dad's,

and I think it should be yours.

That's just how I feel.

That's thoughtful, Ted, but, uh,

I... I was never really
that attached to it,

to be honest.

And I know
it means a lot to you.

It did,

but things change.

Uh...

Want to just leave it
here at the house for now?

I'd... I'd like that,
Ted.

And, uh...

I'm really sorry for
what's happened to you, Daniel.

Sounds like things
are on the up and up.

I'm sorry too, Ted.

I know everybody here
hopes you come home real soon.

It'd be nice to visit,
it sure would.

We'll leave the light on
for you.

There's someone else here
who would like to say howdy.

Okay, Ted.

Hello, Daniel.

Hello, Tawney.

I pray for you, Daniel,
every day.

Might be working.

How are you doing?

Mm, I'm...

I'm looking forward to my life,

maybe for the first time
in my life.

That's good to hear, Tawney.

How about you?

I'm, um...

...Cautiously optimistic.

That's something.

I'll take it.

I hope your life's
filled with wonder, Daniel.

Yours, too.

Well, um...

...I'll give you
back to your mama.

Bye, Tawney.

Bye, Daniel.

Hey.

Oh, we just pigged out
on Willie D's.

Pun intended.

Well, I went to Darley's
with Pickle and the boys.

Oh, that sounds good.

Yeah, me three.

What vegetables did you get?

Vegetables?
There was a strange variety.