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Turn around.
Take your pants off for me.

Pull your underpants
down for me.

Turn around.

Now, bend over.

All right-- get up.

Turn back around.

We're moving to
the holding cell.

Uh, these are for you, Daniel.

I'm supposed to take
your prison clothes.

Would you like
somethin' to drink?

What?

When I come back, I could
bring you somethin' to drink.

A Coke.

Ice?

Sure.

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I don't know why you
wouldn't ride with us.

Something seemed karmically
wrong about that, mother.

Well, we're late, karma or not.

So, have your ID ready and
take off all your jewelry.

I've been there a lot
more than you lately.

I know the drill.

Ted, Jr's calling in.

Ha, what?

Does he wanna stop at
7-11 for a ding dong?

We'll see you there, Amantha.

Hey.

Hey, mama.

Tell dad he better pick it up.

It's gonna suck if we're
late for this thing.

Ted, Teddy says pick it up.

Um, Teddy?

Yeah, mama?

Could you call me Janet?

What?

Just for a while, just until
Daniel gets used to all

the changes and everything.

She wants us to call
her Janet for a while.

I can't imagine what
she's going through, right now.

Don't assume it's all good.

What do you mean?

Sheriff still believes
he was in on it.

A lot of people do.

Well, you don't think that, do
you, that he could've done

somethin' that horrible to her?

Well, I sure did.

I mean, he was convicted.

What would a rational person
think all these years?

Now, hell, I don't know.

I never even met the guy.

I still don't understand.

Come on, Tawney.

What was I supposed to do?

Go down to death row
and introduce myself?

"Hi, I'm Ted-- I'm, uh,
your new stepbrother, and

I'm gonna be takin' over the
business you thought would be

yours one day."

I mean, why torture the guy?

I hate to say it, but we all thought
he'd be dead by now anyway.

Hey, Amantha.

Where are you?

Closer by the day.

Uh, if you don't get here
soon, I may have to recruit

some people from the crowd
to play the family.

At least pick people who
are glad he's still alive.

I'll take a poll.

Have you seen him yet?

No, not yet.

But, he got the suit?

I was assured he did.

God, I hope I don't fall apart.

It's okay if you do.

Are you kidding me?

What?

What, Jon?

Roland Foulkes just showed up.

How ya
doin' today-- Joel.

Son of a bitch.

So nice to see you.

Hi, how are you?

I'll have a comment after.

So nice to see you, again.

They say it's pretty
crazy out there.

Where's your tie?

Uh, I couldn't remember.

Remember?

How to tie it.

It's, uh, a Windsor knot.
I think.

Hey, man, I could
tie it for you.

I mean, I don't know if it's a
Windsor, but it's the kind

I do on me, for church.

Tie it on me.

Then, we transfer it to you.

Almost two decades ago, I
prosecuted a case where

Miss Hannah Abigail Dean was
brutally raped and murdered.

DNA testing on material sitting
in some box in an evidence room

all these years is not gonna change
that fact or bring that girl back.

We must remember that she was
only 16 years old, a mere child,

with her whole life ahead of
her, and that life was taken

in the most heinous manner I
personally have ever seen.

Sources are
reporting that Mr. Holden is

still considered a suspect,
in spite of the DNA results.

Well, I'm sure our current DA
will address some of these complex

procedural questions this new breed
of lawyer loves to go on about.

I'm just here to remind ya'll
of a few things that seem

to have gotten lost
in this DNA hysteria.

Daniel Holden confessed
to raping Hannah.

He confessed to killing Hannah.

Now, where I come from, we put a lot
of stock in that sort of thing.

And please-please, don't-don't
report that he was exonerated.

The sentence was vacated on
a technicality, which sure

as hell does not make
him an innocent man.

I don't know who picked out your tie,
but... they sure have style.

- There was nothing to--
- Technicality my ass.

It wasn't his sperm.

Senator is just doing
what he does best.

Stay on message.

Keep it simple.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Ever heard of forced
confession, asshole?

Amantha, please?

I should just walk over there
and kill him, right now.

They can take me
straight to death row.

Skip the middle man.

Just remember, everything we do
is being watched and judged.

Can I at least
flip him the bird?

No.

Everyone can say their
hellos to Daniel, briefly.

And then, we have to go straight
to the press conference.

Hellos and
introductions, you mean?

I don't know why these
two are even here.

Ahem.

More family looks better.

Remember, just because he's
getting out doesn't mean

this thing is over yet.

At least look like
you give two shits.

Amantha, please.

That suit fits you perfect.

Goddamn-- I mean, perfect.

You are perfect, brother.

You are so damn perfect.

Hello, Daniel.

Hello, mother.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, God!

My sweetheart.

We are not here to
play politics today.

We are here because Daniel
Holden was convicted of

murder and sentenced to death.

We are here because of the
perverse miracle that Daniel is

still alive, and because of the
outright fluke that crucial

DNA evidence was not lost, or
thrown away, or destroyed.

We are here because the
DNA testing conclusively

disputes that there was a
sole perpetrator, or that

the sole perpetrator was Daniel
Holden, as the State had claimed.

Let's hope that the prosecution
and politicians go after

the real killers, instead of going
after an innocent man a second time.

Daniel?

Hello.

I'm not sure what to make of this
drastic change of course in my life.

I'm certainly not against it.

Over the past two decades,
I have developed a strict

routine, which I followed religiously,
you might say, a way of living

and-and thinking, or not
thinking, as was often

the point of, well, the point.

Now, this way of being didn't
encourage the contemplation that

a day like today could ever
occur, or a tomorrow like

tomorrow w-will be for me now.

I had convinced myself, that
kind of optimism served

no useful purpose in the
world where I existed.

Obviously, this radical
belief system was flawed,

and was, ironically, a
kind of fantasy itself.

At the least, I feel that those
specific coping skills were

best suited to the
life there behind me.

I doubt they will serve me so
well for the life in front of me.

So, I will seriously need to
reconsider my world view.

Uh, now would be a good
time to thank everyone.

Yes, thank you.

There are many people to thank.

M-m-my mother and sister
for their enduring love,

devotion, and faith.

You gettin' carsick, Danny?

What?

I-I don't know.

I feel sleepy, and
I don't know why.

Go to sleep, then.

Why not?

I'll keep both hands
on the wheel.

Hey.

He fell asleep?

Like a rock, almost the whole
way, right into the garage.

So, he didn't see the town?

Anything?

Not even the expanded
Dollar Store.

Hand me the peas, dear.

Mom?

Did you check the roast?

I did.

Mom, what happened to you
today was okay, you know?

It was a long time
comin', mother.

For God's sake,
it's normal, mom.

How is any of this normal?

How?

Nothing about this has ever
been normal, Amantha,

and it never will be.

And I would like to just not
talk about it for a little bit.

I would like to
simply make supper.

Sure, mom.

Hello?

Anybody in here?

Just us chickens!

Ah, here's my buddy.

Oh!

Don't I get one?

Don't I get one?

There's one for you, too.

Take what I can get.

Where is he?

He's in the house, right?

He's upstairs taking
a bath, Jared.

Oh, that's cool.

Mmm-hmm-- yeah.

Knees, 4870.

Up.

Move it, 4870.

Get up, 4870.

Won't be killin' three-year-old
girls in here now, will ya?

Three-year-old?

Damn, voodoo.

I like your style.

Hope you didn't blow your
wad on the first date.

Shut up!

Can't take it anymore!

Try and tune that out.

We'll talk later.

Compare notes and such.

Dear Heavenly Father, we
thank you for this most

wonderful day, for this miracle
you've bestowed upon us,

for this deliverance of
Daniel back into our home.

We ask for your wisdom, as
we go forward into the

uncertainty of the days ahead,
that you bless this food for

the nourishment of our bodies,
and forgive us of our sins.

In Jesus' name, we pray.

Amen.

Amen.

Very nice, Ted.

Very nice, Ted.

Thank you, Daniel.

Very nice, Ted.

- Well--
- Sure looks good.

What do you think, buddy?

Looks tasty, mom.

Thank you, Jared.

Can I have your plate, Danny?

Sure.

Danny, you gotta try
this cornbread.

There's an end piece
down there somewhere.

Looks great.

Thank you, Jared.

You're welcome.

Here's some corn.

Are you okay?

I'm not checking on
you or anything.

I just came outside
for a smoke.

Do you wanna be left alone?

I can go smoke in the backyard.

I don't know.

Well, you wanna do
anything later?

Play hearts, or--

I don't know.

Go to town.

Okay.

See it at first when it's
not so bright, you know?

Of course, honey.

Five times during his
incarceration, Mr. Holden

has been scheduled to die, but
each time, his execution

was stayed due to appeal.

Damn.
That'll tighten the sphincter.

Give me another slice, babe.

There is a lot to
process, right now.

Uh, I'll probably
be happier later.

It's almost like he's playing
for laughs, sometimes.

I don't think so.

He just sees
things differently.

Perhaps I will be angrier
later, as I will be happier.

I'm tired of watching this.

See what else is on.

No, don't!

Damn, I was just kidding.

How does it feel to be outside?

Free.

What'd you think when you
first saw your family?

Thought of family, uh, "we."

Where'd they go?

Just ridin' around.

I feel he should have
his room back, mom.

No, Jared.
That's your room now.

Yeah, but it's not like
he went off to college.

Jared, Daniel wanted
you to have his room.

He told you that?

Yes, a long time ago.

It made him very happy to
know you were in there.

He didn't hardly say
anything tonight.

Well, he doesn't
know how to, honey.

I kinda don't, either.

Nobody does.

We'll just all learn together.

Okay?

This way of being didn't encourage
the contemplation that a day

like today could ever occur.

Look at him.

You tell me he didn't
kill that girl.

He killed her.

Yeah, but there's a little bit
of a hole in the case, now.

They've got multiple semen
samples, and the only sample

they can single out
was not Holden.

Son of a bitch confessed, CJ.

Remember?

Yeah, I remember.

Then why in the hell would a
person confess to somethin'

they didn't do?

You've had 19 years to
think on that, and you

ain't figured out an answer
other than he did it?

Meaning what?

One of those boys saw Holden on top
of that girl, forcin' himself.

But, without a definite hit on
his sperm, those witnesses

ain't gonna be quite as
solid this time, are they?

And they might
even be suspects.

We know that, CJ, and nobody's
decidin' anything, right now.

Decidin' what?

Don't the DA
have a say in this?

She's gonna be brought in.

But, not tonight?

No.

Look, it's reasonable to think
a couple of them other boys

coulda had intercourse with her.

Doesn't mean they killed her.

Doesn't mean they didn't.

Is this, like, weird?

It's not unweird.

How long has that video
store been there?

Was there about 15 years.

Was?

Shut down about a year ago.

Hey, we can go to the
Target in Mansfield.

What's the Target?

You are.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I-I don't know why I said that.

It just came out.

You're a funny, sister.

Oh, good.

You got it.

That's kinda how I deal.

Gallows humor.

Exactly.

Of course, you would know
about that, wouldn't you?

I mean, God!

I did it, again.

Mmm-hmm.

We call it lethal injection humor--
more humane, but not as funny.

She was his girlfriend.

Gives him even more motive.
Can you not see that?

Carl.

Nobody wants to open this
back up, CJ, all the pain.

But, that's no reason
to let a killer walk.

I've got doubts he
is the killer, now.

But, are they reasonable doubts?

Just forget about the
confession for a minute.

He was found sitting beside the
girl's corpse, just holding

her hand, speaking gibberish
half the time, and the other

half saying how sorry he was.

He didn't go get help.

He didn't scream out.

He spent the morning gathering
wildflowers to put in her hair, CJ.

And I was the one who found
him with her, remember?

I remember.

I just wanna make
sure you remember.

Well, what do you
want from me, Roland?

Just tell me.

CJ, we just wanna know, if Holden's
re-indicted by the new DA--

I'm retired, remember?

You might have to testify, at
some point, grand jury and all.

No shit.

Mistakes were made, CJ.

No doubt about it.

We've all made mistakes in
our own individual lives,

things we regret, do different.

That's beside the point,
whether Holden is the killer,

which I believe, deep
in my heart he is.

I couldn't have lived with myself all
these years otherwise, could you?

And I'll be damned if I'm gonna
let him get away with it now,

just because we tried to protect
an innocent girl's reputation,

and so as to spare her
mother even more pain.

I'll review the case.

Try and get everything
straight in my mind, again.

Where's Holden at anyway?

At his mama's.

He's not movin'
back here, is he?

Don't know.

Lord-lord-lord.

No matter how you slice
it, I sometimes wonder

if this is ever goin' away.

Hmm?

Hello.

Hey, it's after 12.

I know.

What are ya'll doin'?

Just-just drivin' around.

Why are you whispering?

Daniel's asleep.

Well, are you gonna
drive around all night?

Probably not.

I'm not gonna worry, then.

No, go on to sleep.

I'm not breakin'
the law, asshole.

What, are we in high school?

Are you kiddin' me?

You like?

It's, um--

I just wanted it to be
special for ya, honey.

I would say you succeeded.

Thank you, Amantha,
for everything.

You're quite welcome, brother.

Anytime.

We're lost, aren't we?

Totally.

Sorry I'm late.

Mmm-hmm.

Couldn't sleep last night.

I was wound up like a top.

Yep.

Me and Tawney got
in a big fight.

You see all that coverage?

Some of it.

Boy, it's controversial, huh?

It's that.

So, when is he gonna
start workin' here?

Whenever he wants to.

Dad, the minute he steps foot in
this store, at least half the people

who do business here
are gonna stop coming.

I'm aware of that.

A 50% cut in revenue is not
gonna support two households.

I'm aware of that, too.

- Look, maybe if we explained
the situation-- - No, sir.

Dad, he deserves to have all
the information to make

an informed decision.

Absolutely not, Teddy.

Now, listen to me.

This is his family business.

It's not ours.

We just married into it.

Now, if he wants to come
work here, it's his right.

We can't put that kind of weight
on him, not with everything else

he's had to deal
with in his life.

Well, I might as well start
lookin' for a new job, right now.

"Of Human Bondage".

"Of Human Bondage"?

You want me to read a book
called "Of Human Bondage"?

It's not that kind of bondage.

I would hope so.

Hey, will I be glad when you get
past your dead white man writin'

about white Europe stage.

I am on kind of a jag.

You oughta sprinkle in a
little "Arthur Arthur!"

Brother-brother
from time to time.

Okay, sure.

I got somethin' I think
you'll appreciate, too.

It ain't modern times, either.

It's about black folks owning slaves
in the South before the Civil War.

Curious.

Free men buyin' their
brothers and sisters for--

Hey, man, just read the book.

I'm hooked already.

Then, I'll give your dead Somerset
Maugham a shot when you're done.

But, if it don't grab me
early, I'm settin' it down.

No rules for a club
that's not a club.

My lawyer said he'd be more
optimistic about an appeal

if I hadn't done it.

How did you respond?

Just nodded, you know?

Less money they get paid, the
more sensitive they are.

So, well, hell, at least this
one comes by for a visit

every once in a while.

I don't know.

Maybe I oughta just
throw in the towel.

Shorten the exit.

I can't do time the
way you do it.

I don't do time.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

I can't do time by not doin'
time the way you do time.

All that cross-legged
shit just make me antsy.

Well, maybe if you didn't
judge the experience while

- it was happenin', then you--
- Man, shut up!

You know what's whack?

Lots of things.

Sittin' in this tomb, day after
day, puttin' up with this food,

puttin' up wit' your
pale, white ass.

What's whack is... I still
wanna live, every day.

What's that about?

Vitamin A deficiency.

You trip me out, D.

You trip me out, Kerwin.

Hungry?

I think I'd like a beer.

Oh, um, let's see.

Teddy usually has one
or two in the fridge.

Sometimes, he stops
by for a visit.

Here we go.

Would he mind?

Of course not.

Yeah.

I'm payin' bills.

Sit down, if you'd like.

Uh, I don't think I wanna
become computer literate...

or mobile phone
literate, either.

Might be a little
much, all at once.

I-I would like a television,
though, with a movie player,

a-a DVD player.

We can do that.

I'll pay you back, as
soon as I start work.

Don't be silly.

Okay.

No, I mean, we already
have one of those.

I see.

Thank you for the books, mother.

Of course.

You know, I-I won't be
around here forever, mother.

What do you mean?

Well, at your house and Ted's.

This is your house, too, Daniel--
you can stay as long as you like.

Well, I can't quite get a handle
on the concept of time yet.

There have been moments here
today where I feel like

I've only been gone a few weeks,
and I'm still in high school.

But mostly, it seems
like I was always there.

So, you may have to
tell me, mother.

Tell you?

When it's time for me to leave.

Hey, Jimmy.

How ya doin'?

Good.

- Hi, Senator.
- Good morning.

How are ya, sir?

Saw your speech, Senator.

But, I still don't understand
why they let him out,

if he said he did it.

Oh, I'm as baffled
as you are, Lonny.

My advice is, let your feelings be
known to our current prosecutor.

A little heat might
get things cookin'.

Sheriff.

Where's your daddy?

He's got belly problems.

Who ain't?

Ain't you a sight for
sore eyes, Marcy?

What'll you have, sweetie?

Everybody calls me Senator,
and you call me, "sweetie."

Well, that's 'cause I've known
you "sweetie" a lot longer

than I've known you "Senator."

That's a fact.

I'll have a wildcat
breakfast, extra sausage.

Okay, you got it,
Senator-- sweetie.

You ain't still
tappin' that, are ya?

No, I'm on the wagon.

Oh, extra biscuits, Marcy!

Thought you were havin'
belly problems, too.

Perception, Sheriff.

I'm gonna eat like a man
without a worry in the world.

Have you seen today's
"Atlanta Journal?"

Two hours ago.

Your feelings hurt?

I'm tinkled pink.

Having the big city papers
attacking me down here

is a asset, not a liability.

You get a chance to speak
to those witnesses yet?

Wasn't sure if I should.

She'll wanna talk to
'em, madame prosecutor.

I'd imagine.

This is as messed up
as a pile of hangers.

A funny place
to have a reunion.

Not so funny.

How's Florida?

I don't care for it.

Where's your car, Georgie?

I took the bus.

Make sure I wasn't
being followed.

By who?

Now they know what
they didn't know.

Yes, kinda big news around here.

Did you kill her, Trey?

What?

No.

Did you, Georgie?

No.

He killed her.

How do you know?

It's the only thing
that makes sense to me.

I think about it a lot.

That's always been your problem.

We were just kids.

Wasn't real, you know?

What are you gonna do, Trey?

Tell the truth.

What is the truth?

Well, what's your point, Jon?

My point is that there
are 100 different ways

the prosecution can convince a
jury that Daniel did this,

no matter what the DNA
does or doesn't say.

Of course, they can.

That's what they do.

They're in the convincing
business, Jon.

First, they
convince themselves.

Then, they convince anybody
necessary, by any means

necessary, including sometimes
the defendants themselves.

All you have to do, if it
comes down to it, is to

convince one out of twelve
people in a jury that the

prosecutors are lying, cheating,
son of a bitch bastards!

I'm sorry.

Understandable.

How is Daniel doing, anyway?

I don't know.

I just wanna hug him all the time,
but I know it'd freak him out.

Maybe you can sneak
one in, occasionally.

Why couldn't Ted, Jr. be

wrongly convicted and spend more
than half his life on death row?

He'd probably come out fine.

That might be a little harsh.

No, it's not.

I can't imagine you
and Ted, Jr. living in

the same house as adolescents.

We had to share a bathroom,
too-- beyond gross.

Ew.

It's not funny.

No, of course not.

I need therapy just for
those three years alone.

Post Traumatic Ted Syndrome.

It's so under reported, too.

I'm coming down tomorrow.

Okay, but why so soon?

Rutherford Gaines has
pancreatic cancer.

Really?

I don't wanna regret not
asking him anything important.

The only thing I regret is
that he was Daniel's lawyer

in the first place.

Talk about a pussy.

Well, I think he
regrets that now, too.

Old man regrets-- hollow
and too frickin' late.

But, I'm glad you're
comin' down, Jon.

Me, too, Amantha.

I'm real glad
you're on our side.

Hello.

This has a DVD player in it.

You can watch movies and stuff.

Is it yours?

Yeah, but I've got an iPad,
so I stream, mostly.

Okay.

Well, thank you, Jared.

Yeah.

Uh, I could help you hook it up.

I mean, I know you just plug it
in, but I know where the plug is.

I think I need help.

I'm guessing you don't
have any DVD's yet.

No.

Yeah, I didn't think so, but
I didn't want to, you know.

Presume?

Y-yeah, exactly, presume.

Uh, anyways, I've got
kind of a collection.

I've been thinking, like,
if you haven't seen movies

in a long time, which ones
would be good to start with

and work your way up.

I'd appreciate the guidance.

Okay.

Well, you can go a lot of ways.

But, uh, one of my favorites--
it's called "Dazed And Confused."

I like the title.

Yeah, I heard that.

Uh, anyway, it's a cool movie.

Not too heavy or
anything like that.

And, um, I could even
watch it with you.

Or-or, you might wanna
be by yourself.

I mean, it's all good.

I think I'd rather
watch it with you.

Oh, sure-- cool.

Uh, right now?

Oh, did you mean right now?

Uh, yeah, yeah, sure.

I-I'll go get it.

Sir, you know, every second that
you could let us out early

would really increase our
chances of survival.

Just like our sergeant told
us before one trip into

the jungle-- "men!"

"Fifty of you are leavin'

on a mission.

Twenty-five of ya
ain't coming back."

♪ Everything seems clear we're
all right we're all right ♪

♪ Tell me not to trip or to
lose sight, take my hand ♪

♪ and help me not to shake,
say I'm all right, I'm all right ♪

♪ say I'm all right,
I'm all right ♪

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