All language subtitles for Saving.Grace.S01E09

** [ Radio: Alt-Rock ]
[ Woman Moans ]

[ Both Laughing ]

Give me some more
of that.

Uh-uh.

[ Both Laughing ]

- Hope that's my Passion Red.
- Beautiful canvas.

That's cold.

- What are you writing?
- Eh. Ooh.

[ Laughing ]

[ Phone Ringing ]
I gotta get that.

- Zack. Give me the phone.
- It's probably a wrong number.

Come on.
Get the cuff key.

How did you get this scar?
Give me the phone, man.

I'm a cop.
It could be important.

A cop! Shit!
Zack. Zack.

- Come on, man.
What are you doing?
- Sorry. I don't do cops.

- I was kidding.
- It's not funny.

I'm not a cop.
I'm a secretary
at a law firm.

The guys I work for
will sue your ass
if you leave me here.

Nice knowin' ya.

No! Zack! You shithead!

[ Door Slams ]
Oh! Shit!

Shit! Shit!

Shit! Shit!

[ Muffled Scream ]

** [ Acoustic Guitar ]

[ Man ]
* So pretty and, oh, so bold *

* Got a heart full of gold
on a lonely road *

* She said, "I don't even
think that God can save me" *
* Save me *

* Am I gaining ground
Am I losing face *

* Have I lost and found
my saving grace *

* Thankful for the gift
my angels gave me **

[ Train Whistle
Blowing In Distance ]

Shit.

[ Blowing ]

[ Gus Grunts ]

[ Straining ]

Gus. My leg's
going to sleep.

Move. Gus!
[ Grunts ]

- [ Knocking ]
- [ Barking ]

- [ Ham ] Grace!
- Oh, shit.

- Grace!
- Yeah.

If you're in bed, stay there.
Why didn't you answer the phone?

We got a homicide, girl.
We only got a little--

Ham, will you
unlock the cuffs?

- Where's Zack?
- Please. Ham.

Please. Ham.

- [ Footsteps Departing ]
- [ Door Closes ]

Shit!
[ Grunts ]

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

- Who's Zack?
- Oh, perfect.

And what's his signature
doin' there?

Earl, help me out
of these cuffs.
[ Chuckles ]

- Wish I could, Grace,
but I can't.
- Key's right there.

[ Chuckles ]
Right there.

God'd throw a flag
for interference.
Somebody's dead, Earl.

And some asshole killed him,
and that asshole's walkin'
around having a nice day.

Not if God has anything
to say about it.

You can teach me a lesson
some other time.

Right now,
I gotta get to work.

Well, as do I, Grace,
but it looks like
one of us is gonna be late.

- [ Laughing ]
- [ Strained Laugh ]

Sure gonna be nice having you
in one place for a while.

So, what you wanna
talk about?

[ Muffled Scream ]

[ Chuckling ]

You already
removed the body?
Yes, I already removed the body.

Uh, male victim.
Hard to tell what age.
Yeah. Hard to tell.

Squatter found him
by that door.
Didn't see much.

Shit! Jesus Christ!

Didn't see much except you
jumpin' out of your boots,
cowboy.

Sparrow seen flying
from the scene.
We got an A.P.B. on him.

All-alert bulletin.

Gotta be careful. Suspects
could be watching us.

What? They made me do it.

I'm serious, man. Get that
thing outta there. Get it out.

What happened? Were you
attacked by a small bird
when you were little?

I just don't
like small birds.
Don't do that, Henry.

And I didn't bust your
friggin' Vince Young
bobblehead, yo.

I dusted the pieces yesterday.
I found two sets of prints--
you and Grace.

Must've been the time
I tried to shove it
up your ass.

Oh! USC title game.
You cried like a little bitch.

- Where's Grace?
- Where is Grace?

She got tied up.

Okay. I got blood
away from the victim
over here,

which usually means
the killer cut himself.

But that's written in blood.
Drops could be spillage
from that.

She was tortured.

Yeah. These slash marks--
none of them are fatal.

Killer spent time hurting her.
They're all over
her face and shoulders.

She hasn't been dead very long.
Rigor hasn't fully set in.

[ Bobby ]
Lots of anger, stabbing.
Usually a person--

What's this "evil" shit
on the wall?

Looks like a purse dump.

- [ Bobby ] Any I.D.?
- No.

Purses always get to me.
I think about my sisters.

Check it out. She worries
about money, bad breath.

Smokes pot.
Chocolate for the munchies.

- Goes to bars.
- Beer Cantina.

Hey, Ham. Beer Cantina.

Isn't that where
you and Darlene
spent your honeymoon?

Handwritten numbers.

Looks like seven of them.
Could be a phone number.

Seven smudged numbers.

Good thing you go to church,
Rhetta. It'll take a miracle
to decipher that.

So Grace is where?
She's gonna want
to see this.

Yeah, I imagine she would.

* Apples and hay and grain *

[ Phone Ringing ]
[ Murmurs ]

[ Tone Beeps ]
I left you a message
on your cell. Where are you?

You need to see
this crime scene.
It's brutal.

I hope everything's okay.
Call me.

And why is Ham
being so pissy?

[ Tone Beeps ]
[ Footsteps ]

Earl?
Yep.

- Are you eating something?
- Had to go to the Middle East.

Got a hankering
for some of Mustafa's
tabbouleh.

Caught him right before
he closed up shop.

Okay, look. I admit
I messed up.

Could use
a little more lemon.

You must be getting
awful hungry.

Open wide.

What-What is this crap?

Best tabbouleh
on the planet--
this planet.

They got some good tabbouleh
on "Paxtibar."

Little planet about
a trillion-zillion
miles from Earth.

Paxtibarians
take great pride
in their tabbouleh.

Kind of like you guys
and oil.

Are you finished?
With my tabbouleh?

Look, I learned my lesson.
Uh-huh.

In your head,
that means, next time,
you hold the cuff key.

What do you want, Earl?

What do I have to do
to get out of these things?
Start leadin' a different life.

[ Handcuffs Jangling ]
Buy self-releasable
handcuffs.

[ Shouts ]

I need to get to work.
Yes, you do.

So unlock these handcuffs
so I can go to work.

You're talkin'
about your job.

I'm talkin' about your life--
the work you need to do on it.

You gotta
get ready, Grace.
For what?

For whatever plan
God has for you.
I'm ready! Okay? I'm ready!

I don't know
about that, girl.

Wanna watch TV?
Oprah's on.

[ Grunts ]

Cause of death
was a sliced aorta.

There's no sign
of sexual assault.

Anything distinctive
about the knife?

Switchblade-- three, maybe
four inches long. Bobby's
trying to track it down.

Victim have a name?
Not yet. There's nothing
in Missing Persons.

We can't put out a picture.
But she was wearing
this necklace.

Bobby and Butch
canvassing the area?
Yes, ma'am.

What about Grace?
I don't know.

Don't know where
your partner is?
Has she checked in?

I think it was family stuff.
I'm sure she's fine.

Did you speak to her?
Where is she?
She's home, I think.

You think?

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

Bobby, go by Grace's house.
Make sure she's okay.

[ Earl ]
I lost my favorite
T-shirt on that bet.

It had a picture
of Golda Meir--
pre-'67--

embroidered
on the pocket.

Knew I should've
taken the over,

but I've always been
a sucker for the underdog.

Goes with the territory,
I guess.

[ Phone Ringing ]
Whoever heard of a war
lasting only six days?

Please answer the phone,
Earl.

Can't.
Boss doesn't like us
doin' phone surveillance.

Sure would make life
easier.
[ Phone Beeps ]

Hey, it's Doug.
I need to talk to you
about Clay.

You are not going to believe
what your favorite nephew did.

Here's a hint.
He's grounded
till Thanksgiving. Call me.

[ Phone Beeps ]
I'd like to be
a fly on the wall for that--

you talkin' to a kid
about something
he done wrong.

Earl, take your damn wings
and flap your smart ass
back to Egypt.

And while you're there, tell
Mustafa his tabbouleh sucks.

[ Door Opens ]

- [ Door Closes ]
- Oh, shit.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]
[ Phone Ringing ]

Grace, this is
the third time
I've called you.

You're either dead
or someplace with Earl.

So call me.
And-- Oh-oh-oh.

If you're on a trip
with Earl,

bring me home a surprise.

I think I'm onto something.

Doug, call me, man.
Grounded till Thanksgiving?

What'd Clay do,
wear a Longhorn T-shirt?

Hey, Luke.
Hanadarko, baby.

Where's my five bucks?
Shit, man, you cheated.

You can't get in on a bet
at halftime.
Why not? You always do.

Coroner's office took
the body a few hours ago.
Oh, yeah?

You know, for a coroner,
Henry sure has been
happy lately.

[ Chuckles ]

Run it down for me.
Nude female,
maybe 25.

Hard to tell,
her face was so cut up.

Found by a squatter
last night around 2:00 a.m.

Watch your step.

Looks like
somebody didn't like
their corn bread and beans.

I got it from here.

You buyin' me
a pitcher of beer
at Louie's, Hanadarko.

Ha!

[ Vomits ]

[ Gags ]

[ Vomiting ]

Hey. Is everything okay?

Bad morning.
I called you
three times.

I know. I brought you something
to say I'm sorry.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

What is it?
[ Beeps ]

Hey, Doug.
Yeah, I'll be here.

Okay, man.
I'll-- I'll see you then.

He is really upset
with Clay about something.

Is this a duck?
Whittled by Earl.

- Earl whittles?
- Yeah.

He's not exactly channeling
Michelangelo, is he?

I also brought this.

Earl drinks
while he whittles.

Our warehouse Jane Doe--
bottle's from a similar case.

Did you stop by the crime scene?
The blood on the wall
is the victim's.

What case is this?
Why doesn't it have
an evidence tag on it?

Grace.

Oh, no. Forget it.

I didn't steal it.
I got it 100% legally.

Somebody's already
dusted it for prints.

Maybe you could get D.N.A.
off the mouth of the bottle.

You think you know this guy.

Why is all
the Earl shit out?
Don't change the subject.

I'll tell you
when I piece it together.

The Earl shit--
What are you doing?
I'm theorizing.

About how to get rid
of him, I hope.

What if all this stuff
means something? What if
it's, like, a language?

A language of symbols,
a language of angels.

What if I sneeze
and a 1965 Mustang
comes flying out my butt?

What?

I wonder if Earl has ever
left anything behind
for Leon Cooley.

If he did, doesn't matter.

On death row, you'd be lucky
if they don't confiscate
your used toilet paper.

Hey, I may have
a Missing Persons match.

Guy coming in--
his daughter's description's
a good fit with our victim.

What about the canvass?

Some grocers saw a dark S.U.V.
parked outside the warehouse
around midnight.

Didn't see anyone.
Butch is shaking down
one of his C.I.'s.

Why'd the killer choose
this warehouse? Who owns it?

Japanese company
whose name
I can't pronounce.

[ Door Opens ]

Pork chop.

I owe you an apology.

You owe your team an apology.
Where were you this morning?

I took
some personal time.
Why didn't you call in?

I should have.
Why didn't you? And why
shouldn't I bench your ass?

I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.

Don't you dare.

[ Chuckles ]

Should I be worried
about you?

No. I have Rhetta
for that.

This is your friend
talking, Grace.
Should I be worried?

It's just family stuff.
God. That's the same bullshit
Ham just tried to feed me.

It's no bullshit.
My brother-in-law's
coming in.

We got to talk
about my nephew.
Really.

What's going on with Ham?
What about him?

Well, he's pissed at you,
and I don't think it's over
paperwork you didn't do.

Whatever crap is going on
off the job, that shit'll
get you killed on the street.

So fix it, Grace, or I'm
gonna reassign you both
new partners.

And that is not
your friend talking.
That's your captain.

Whatever you want
to say to me, Ham, say it.

I'm so sick of your shit.
What shit are you sick of?
Be specific.

Who was that guy-- someone
that you met at a bar?
Grocery store.

What the hell are you doing?
What I'm not doing is explaining
any part of my life to you.

You sleep with every guy
you meet?

Only the ones willing
to give me a ride home.

You can be such a bitch!
Listen,
you judgmental asshole.

You got out of your wife's bed
hoping for a quickie
before we hit the crime scene.

I'm sorry I wasn't available.

[ Door Slams ]

[ Ham ]
Mr. Duncan.

Have a seat.

[ Exhales ]
This is Ella.

We have breakfast
every Wednesday-- pancakes.

Only she's never been late,
let alone not show up.

You say you last spoke
with Ella yesterday.
What time?

Last night around 7:00.
I went back and I checked
my cell phone.

When was this?
Last night.

What time last night?
I just told you.

I'm sorry.
Go ahead.

Look, my wife, she went by
Ella's apartment and her work.

Oh. Her work, her work.
She works at Mercy Hospital.

She didn't show up today.

Do you know if Ella
had plans last night?

She was going out with friends.
Did you speak
with any of them today?

Her best friend, Jennifer.
She hasn't talked
with Ella either.

I know that I'm supposed
to wait 24 hours, but--

[ Breath Quavers ]
But Ella-- This is--

Well, she wouldn't do this.
She'd call me.

Mr. Duncan, does this
mean anything to you, sir?

Why do you have this?
You recognize it.

[ Sobbing ]
No. Oh, God.

It's not the first time
this guy's done this.
He enjoyed it.

You get a look
at the victim?
Yeah.

I got a hit in ViCAP
from 11 years ago.

You already ran it?
Happened in Tulsa.

Victim didn't give her name,
didn't say much
to the local cops.

[ Bobby ]
Anything from your C.I.?
We'll see. You feelin' okay?

Yeah.
I stopped back by the warehouse.
Luke said you got sick.

I'm fightin' a bug.

How'd you know
to move the locker?

What locker?

I looked behind it.
Thought I saw something.

- So "evil" is really "devil."
- Yeah.

Which M.O. you run
through ViCAP?
"Devil."

Hey, we got a probable I.D.
on the victim: Ella Duncan,
24, physical therapist.

- Went out with her friends
last night.
- You got an address on her?

Dad had a key.
Let's go.

I'm gonna ask--
Want me to--

You got a visitor.

Hey.

Where'd you get this?
The Internet.

Oh, wow.
I walked in on Clay
while he was watching this.

It's his turn now.

[ Clay ]
Hey, Claire.

You want
a piece of pie?

Oh.

[ Laughing ]

Do you believe that?
What'd he say?

He was with friends.
They were doing it.

Lame shit.

I know he feels bad
about it.

It's not like Clay.
I don't get it.

It could have something
to do with me.

I'm kind of dating someone.
Kind of?

Well, actually,
I'm dating someone
kind of seriously.

That's great.
We ever gonna meet her?

What's her name?
Lisa.

Last name.
I wanna run her.
[ Laughs ]

Okay.
Take your chances.

No, but you're
gonna love her, Grace.

She knows more
about football than I do.

She loves to bowl, hunt.
Makes me laugh.

And she's smart.
Can't wait.

You know she'll never
take the place
of your sister.

Shit, Doug.
It's been 12 years.

Mary Frances
has been wondering
what took you so long.

[ Snorts ]
[ Laughing ]

Well, I-- It seems--

I think Clay's having
a hard time with it.

It seems like he likes her,
but-- I don't know.

It's the only thing I can think
why my son's turning into
such a jerk.

I'll talk to him.

I want you to put
the fear of God into him.

I'll do what Uncle Bud
did to me when I set
the convent on fire.

Uncle Bud,
the Texas Ranger?
Mm-hmm.

What'd he do?

[ Patrons Chattering ]

Jennifer,
thanks for meeting me.

I'm sorry
I have to do this now.

But I need you
to go through
last night for me.

It was your birthday?

It's not your fault
your friend is dead.
What do you want to know?

Everything from
the time you met Ella
to the time you left her--

what you did,
where you were,
who you talked to.

Did anyone
buy you drinks?

Anyone go outside
to smoke a cigarette
or a joint or to get laid?

Nothing you say
can surprise me
or get you in trouble.

It was your birthday--
four best friends
out to party.

I've been there, okay?
So just be honest with me.

Um, we met at 8:00
at this restaurant
downtown--

Aunt Sassy's.

Do you know
if he gave Ella
his phone number?

Yeah. I saw him.
He wrote it
on a matchbook?

No. He put it
in her cell phone.

But, um, there was another guy.
They were dancing.

I think they went outside
for a while.
How come they went outside?

To smoke a joint.
We were all pretty wasted.

- Ella talk to anyone?
- This cute guy from New York.

He's visiting his sister.
He bought us drinks.

You remember if he paid
with cash or credit card?

Cash. He--
[ Laughs ]

told us he never
used plastic...

'cause he likes the way
money feels in his pants.

[ Laughing ]
You know his name?

Jerry.

How old is he?
Our age. Twenty-five maybe.

She wouldn't have
left with him.
Even if she was drunk?

No way. Ella may have
taken his phone number,

but all of us, we think
it's crazy to go home
with some guy you meet in a bar.

Maybe. I mean she could have.
We've picked up guys before.

We know it's stupid.

Let's go back
to Aunt Sassy's.

You were having a good time,
drinking a lot.

You notice anybody else--
anybody watching you guys?

There was an older guy
at the bar.

Ella thought he was sexy.
He was kind of watching us.
How old?

I don't know.
Forty, 45.

Will you work with us
on a sketch?

Sure.

Why the hell should I talk
to you about anything?

I thought maybe
because I'm a friend
of Detective Hanadarko's.

So what?

And because
I know about Earl.

You know shit about Earl.

Actually, Mr. Cooley,
technically that's not true.

Mr. Cooley?
What you know
about Earl?

I know he's an angel.

He your
last-chance angel?
No.

You ever met him?
No, sir.

But I know
he takes you places,

and I was wondering
if you ever come back
with anything.

A migraine.

Anything else?
Why you wanna know?

Because maybe the things
you come back with
mean something.

Now, how you know that, cop?
You a cop?

No, sir. I'm a person
who believes God has
brought Earl to save my friend.

Earl's some heavy-duty help.
She kill somebody?

Just you.

The only thing
I ever brought back,
I got with me right here.

[ Chains Jangling ]

You got a tattoo
with Earl?
In Cuba.

"Holy Redeemer."
Is that your church?
Never heard of it.

Me and Earl out drinkin'.

Couple mojitos later,
both get tattoos.

Earl has a tattoo?
Where?

Tell Detective Hanadarko
to ask him.

That way,
I ever see you again
and you know the answer,

I'll know you ain't
full of shit.

Thank you.
Till then--

you'll just be a pretty lady
I can spend some of
my loneliest hours...

thinkin' about.

[ Door Buzzes, Opens ]

Friend of mine says he saw
an S.U.V. last night. Maroon.

He told me it was parked
outside the warehouse.

Some dude was helping
a girl puke.

This friend
get a description?

Yeah. She was a hot blonde.

Not her, Razor.
Of the dude.

No. It was too dark.

This shit ain't worth
50 bucks and a tank of gas.

It was 60. And, uh,
this next shit will be.

- My friend got the plate.
- Of the S.U.V.?

- KATE-something-2.
- What's the something?

He thinks a letter.
Maybe a "B."

So, it's, like,
one of 22 letters.

- Twenty-six.
- Twenty-six?

Pretty sure.

KATE-something-2.

Good job, Razor.

Butchy, hey.
What?

I'm thinkin', how about
instead of the cash,

I could go over
to your place
and make you supper?

And then, like,
give you a massage.

You know what I'm sayin'?

I'm afraid I know exactly
what you're saying.

This pans out,
I owe you a tank of gas.

- When you gonna tell 'em?
- Tell 'em what?

Why you got that scar
on your back.

Can't tell
what I don't remember.

You remember waking up
with a sliced shoulder.

You remember moving out
of your house a month later.
Bought this place.

You ain't gonna tell 'em.
You ain't ready.

- Get up, girl.
- No.

Rematch. Wrestling.
I win-- you tell 'em.

You win-- you get to carry
that secret long as you want.

You cheat.
Fine. We'll do it
your way then.

Here.
[ Grunts ]

What the hell am I supposed
to do with this?

Bang your head against it
for a couple more decades,
Grace.

I gotta get back to France.

[ Gus Yawns ]

[ Strains ]
Shit.

What are you
doin' here so early?

What are you doin' here
so early?
No. What are you doin' here?

Family stuff.

[ Clears Throat ]

Butch.

I didn't bust your
Vince Young bobblehead.

- I figure it's Ham.
- It's not Ham.

[ Laughs ]
I'm not ever
gonna know, am I?

If I figure it out,
I'll tell you.

I just need
to be careful.

Me too.

Will I ever
get another one?
You want another one?

Guy can't ever get
enough bobbleheads.

[ Door Opens ]

- Thanks.
- I'll take it from here.

[ Old Punk Chuckles ]

Take a seat.

Give me your right arm.

Act like a tough guy,
get treated like one.

I'm-I'm-- I'm sorry.
I know it was stupid.

I can handle stupid, Clay.
We're all stupid sometimes.

What I can't handle...
is mean, being violent.

- Aunt Grace.
- My name
is Detective Hanadarko.

And if you like
watching yourself so much--

Great. Let's watch.

Hey, Claire.
You want a piece of pie?

[ Laughing ]

[ Screen Shuts Off ]

That is assault, Clay.
Claire could press
charges against you.

And you don't even need
to go to trial, because
the evidence is right here.

Claire. That is her name,
isn't it?

- Let me hear you say it.
- Claire.

What do you say
we watch you assault Claire
a few more times?

Hey, Claire.
You want a piece of pie?

[ Laughing ]

Ready to see it again?

Hey, Claire.
You want a piece of pie?

[ Laughing ]

Bartender remembers
Jerry from New York.

Said he's been coming in
every night for a week.

But not last night.
I'm checking
the airlines.

What about the older guy
from Aunt Sassy's?

He show up at the bar?
Yeah, bartender
doesn't remember him.

Shit! Shit!

Retaliation for the, uh,
Vince Young bobblehead.

He thinks I did it.
Guess so.

I think we
got something here.

Remember those grocers
saw a dark S.U.V.
outside the warehouse?

Butch has another witness...

saw a guy near a maroon
S.U.V. around midnight
helping a girl throw up.

[ Clears Throat ]
How we doin'
on the wrap-up?

- Who's your witness, Benny?
- Street kid I've known
for a while.

He gave me the tag:
KATE, some letter and 2.

So I ran every letter
in the alphabet.
Found three that are close.

KATE-B-25. A Taurus.

Belongs to a 25-year-old girl.
No record.

KATEE 2.
Woman's husband bought a Jag,
so she got one too. No record.

And KATER 2. An S.U.V.
leased to Tolliver Catering.

Jeremy Tolliver's the owner.
No record.

Jeremy. Jerry.
Could be the sketch.

- Could be the guy's not
from New York at all.
- Do we know where he works?

He's got a catering truck,
works the I-35 industrial
corridor.

Butch and Bobby
at his house?

No one's home.
They're talking
to his neighbors.

- I don't think he's our guy.
- Based on what?

The hit we got in ViCAP
happened in 1996.

Jeremy Tolliver was 15.

A 15-year-old
could've been in a bar,
had a girl take him home.

Doubt it.

The restaurant-supply store
is right down the street
from the warehouse.

He buys stuff there
for his catering truck.
That's how he knew about it.

Look, if his S.U.V. was there,
we gotta talk to him.

I just... think we should
ask who else drives it.

- You got another suspect?
- Not yet.

Then what the hell do you
have, Grace? Or is that
none of my business too?

I mean,
what the hell's with you?

Detectives. State troopers
spotted the catering truck.

Bobby and Butch
are on their way.
This is the address.

You are their backup.
Are they gonna be safe?

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Man ]
Cheese dog.
Guacamole on that.

[ Man #2 ]
Do you work
in this area?

[ People Chattering ]

Looks just like
the other sketch.

Check out
the orange apron.

Jeremy was at
the emergency room last night.
He burned his hand.

I think that's
his stepbrother, Scott.

He's staying
with him right now.
Gettin' a divorce.

Jeremy drive his S.U.V.
to the emergency room?

His wife drove him
in her car.

[ Bobby ]
Ran down his employees.

Stepbrother was arrested
five days ago-- domestic abuse.

Beat his wife,
threatened her
with a switchblade.

[ Ham ]
We're seizing this truck
in payment for back taxes.

You wanna step out?
Come on. Let's go.

Step out of the truck now.

Drop it.
[ Footsteps Scuffling
On Steps ]

[ Ham ] Let's go.
Hands behind your back.
Spread 'em.

Illegal knife.
You're under arrest.

[ Butch ]
Move.

[ Earl ]
What you in for?

You're in the slammer.
You must have done
something bad.

I-- I pushed a pie
into a girl's face.

Her name is Claire.

You always been
such a tough guy?

- I don't think so.
- Why'd you do it?

I don't know, sir.
Sure you do.

We almost always know
why we do things.

We just don't always like
fessin' up to it.

Maybe because
I wanted to be cool.

[ Laughs ]
You ain't the first to have
that come back and bite you.

Who's taking a crack
at this guy?

I need to do it alone.
Why alone?

Because I owe all of you
an apology.

Get Rhetta for me,
will you?

[ Door Closes ]

Eleven years ago,
a girl picked you up
in a bar.

She took you home.
You had sex.

You took your knife
and cut her across
her shoulder.

Do you remember?

No.
Yes, you do.

It was your first.

What happened?

Why'd you leave this?

Did you get scared?
Did you scare yourself?

It wasn't me.

Five months later,
you got married--

hoping a wife might fix
this urge you got.

But it's been simmering,
hasn't it?

All these years.

And five days ago,
it boiled over.

You went after
your wife.

And what you did
to Ella Duncan.

You're not scared
anymore.

Soon as I saw
the word "evil"
on the warehouse wall,

I knew there was
a "D" somewhere...

because you did the same thing
in my bedroom behind a door.

[ On Speaker ]
What is this evil-devil
bullshit, Scott?

Your mommy call you
an evil little boy?

Call you the devil?

Tell you women
are evil?

Especially women
who go to bars.

All I had to do...
was buy you one drink.

Bourbon and Coke, right?

[ Low Shudder ]
Right.

[ Scott On Speaker ]
You were drunk
when you walked in.

Asked me to light
your cigarette.

We played pool.

Bending over to take your shot,
you stuck your ass
right in my face.

Do you remember?

I don't remember you,

where we met,

how I got home.

The whole night
is a blackout.

Next day, I drove to Tulsa,
got treatment, filed a report.

What I didn't tell them
was my name...

or that I was a cop...

or that you left
a beer bottle at my house.

I got your fingerprints.
I ran 'em every week.

But until five days ago,
you'd never been arrested.

We found a fingerprint
in the warehouse too.

You weren't as careful
as you thought.

She was a whore.

Just like you.

I wanna tell Claire
I'm really sorry
for what I did.

The important thing is...
we learn from our mistakes.

Here you go,
Gus, man. Ah.

[ Rhythmic
Knocking ]

[ Wind Blowing ]
Shit.

Earl!

Remember this?

Yes.
Why are we back?

I was wrong.
You are making progress.

Inch at a time maybe,
but that's okay.

I'm proud of you.
You shouldn't be.

God doesn't sweat
the small stuff.

This is
the small stuff?

He kind of works
on a sliding scale.

He let me live,
but not Ella Duncan. Why?

- I don't know.
- Ask him.

Scott Tolliver
let you live, Grace,
and he killed Ella.

Ask him.

All I know is
you got big things,
big responsibilities ahead.

And what you done today--
Well, it's a big step, girl.

Kind of makes me feel
like dancing a jig.

Shall we?
What are you saying?

God's got plans
with your name
written all over them.

[ Wind Howling ]
Why would God have my name
on anything but his shit list?

Better hang on tight.

Your life's about to get
a little bumpy.