All language subtitles for Saving.Grace.S01E12

I know I lost the bet
and tonight's on me,
but this is it, man.

- Bank of Dewey is closed.
- [ All ] Oh!

- Anybody else tired
of hearing him whine?
- Whine!

- [ Laughs ]
- [ Mouths Words ]

[ Butch ]
Yeah!

- Oh!
- Oh, shit, man!

- Wasabi guacamole!
- Yeah!

- [ Ham ]
Who's whining now, man?
- [ Butch ] Wasabi what?

Hey, Sweet Pea.
Hi, baby.
[ Chuckles ]

- [ Loud Kiss ]
- Oh, hey, baby.
Don't eat the guacamole.

- Hey, Marissa.
- Hey.

Wait a second. Four kids,
three year old twins? You cannot
possibly look this good!

Hey, happy birthday.
Last week, right?

- Uh, whose idea were these?
- All Bobby's, man.

Yeah, right.
[ Laughs ]

Good job, Hanadarko.
Good job.

** [ Rock ]
Oh!

[ Man ]
Ooh-hoo!
Come on, sweet pea.

Let's see if these dance
lessons paid off, huh?

Here? Th-There's
not enough room.

- Oh, sure there is, sweet pea.
- All the room you need.

- Dance lessons?
- Not one word.

- [ Laughs ]
- * I don't care
if it comes in a bottle *

No, no, no, no!
* I don't care
if it comes in a can *

Whoo-hoo!
* I don't care
if it's stirred or shaken *

Oh, no, no.
* Man, could you give me
one for both hands *

Ready, three, four!
Yee-haw! Yeah!
* If it goes down easy *

* It makes you feel good *
Come on!

- * If it goes down easy *
- Whoo-hoo.

* It makes you feel good *
Mm-hmm.

[ Laughing ]

* Sign on the wall said
no dancin' on the tables *
[ Man ] Whoa!

* She never lets the rules
get in her way *

- Whoo!
- * No, she don't *

* She got the whole joint
jumpin' and goin' crazy *

Oh, yeah!

* She grabbed my hand
and danced me
right outta the place *

* Out of the place *

* If it goes down easy
it makes you feel-- **

Hey, Walter.
Turn that up, please.

My divorce is final.
The coffers are empty.

And I look forward to spending
some time with the good folks
of Oklahoma City.

No matter how long it takes
to bring this case to trial.

Bryant Campbell is innocent.

I mean, the kid was obviously
distraught when he confessed.

And the evidence against him
is purely circumstantial.

Circumstantial?
I spent 16 hours going--

He's a good kid who was at the
wrong place at the wrong time.

I tell you
who I feel sorry for--
Ally Concepcion's family.

Yeah, asshole! Your client
bashed her head in and left her
in the middle of nowhere.

She had a dead raccoon
split open beside her.

I'm surprised PETA isn't
storming the campgrounds...

searching
for the cult as we speak.

Cult? What the hell
kind of bullshit is that?

Me and the Sooner State
will get along just fine,

ah, as soon as we show
Oklahoma's finest
what real justice is.

[ All Groan ]
Hey, come on.
Come on, man.

We got this kid dead to rights.
We got nothing to worry about.

[ Addison Continues,
Indistinct ]
** [ Continues, Indistinct ]

[ Chattering ]

** [ 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 **

[ Addison ]
No slight against Oklahoma. I
just like the comforts of home.

I like my own stuff.
I eat my own food.

I'll pass on
the Rocky Mountain oysters.
[ Chuckles ]

I mean, that's just one delicacy
you have to be a true Okie
to enjoy.

[ With Drawl ]
That's because they're easy
to eat with no front teeth.

You asshole.
I'm gonna deep-fry your balls,
dip 'em in wasabi paste...

and fly 'em freight
back to L.A.

- You believe that guy,
Gussy?
- [ Phone Rings ]

Shit, we got the killer.

But he's gonna turn
everything we did against us.

Make us look like idiots.

Except for Ham,
who do we know likes
Rocky Mountain oysters?

[ Machine Beeps ]

[ Clay ]
Hey, Aunt Grace. Are you
coming to my confirmation?

You promised, right?

I think you gotta make
something for afterwards.

Call me, okay?
Hey, Gus!
[ Machine Beeps ]

Jesus, Earl.
Announce yourself, man.

Wind, wing flaps, something.

How come you're avoiding Clay?

I'm not avoiding him.
I'm working.

On an excuse why you
can't go to his confirmation?

Let me ask you something, Earl.
Does your boss believe in
justice?

We going back to the '06
O.U.-Oregon game again?

Ref screwed up, man.
Well, I agree.

How many times I gotta say it?
Defense attorneys.

Not the good ones,
the honest ones.
I got no problem with them.

I mean the assholes who don't
care if their client's guilty,

who only care
about the win.

How does your God justify them?

Well, that's kinda interesting
and unique to defense attorneys.

I don't know why.

But when they die
and come face-to-face with God,

the first thing
he asks them is,

"Did you ever break a promise
to your nephew?"

[ Knocking ]

Bye, Earl.
[ Gus Whines ]

- Got company.
- [ Chuckles ]
Did you see her?

[ Laughs ]

I'm here on behalf of the
Raccoons Victims Association.

[ Laughs ]

I've really missed hearing
you laugh.
[ Chuckles ]

Huh.
[ Chuckles ]

Mmm.
Hi.

I missed you too.

Yeah.
[ Both Laugh ]

You pick up evidence and stuff.
Like that TV show, C.S.U.?

That's what you're doing
with that stuff from Earl?

Science shit?
You said you had
something for me?

[ Chains Rattle ]

Earl's friend Pashma made him
some water moccasins.

It fell off when Earl
was climbing some rocks.
Wow.

Thank you.
[ Gate Shuts In Distance ]

Where does Earl take Hanadarko?
He take her to India? Cuba?

You don't want to tell me.
You want me to tell you
everything I know.

You called me, Mr. Cooley.
Thank you for the shoelace.

I got something else
from Earl...

that you ain't
never gonna have, bitch.

Morning.

[ Ham ]
On tier 8.
Hey, man.

Yeah. And, uh--
Yeah, we can do that.

Sure.
You know what?

Bring him in around 9:00.
Absolutely.
[ Grace Mumbling ]

[ Ham ] Okay.
[ Grace ] You know what
I think? We'll speak later.

- Okay. See you.
- Uh-huh.
We'll talk to you.

[ Drawer Opens ]
What the--

[ Grace Cackles ]
Sweet peas for the sweet pea!

- Oh!
- Yeah, baby!

Oh, you.
I'd feed 'em to the birds.

But Ham might go
all Hitchcock on us.
[ Ham ] Oh.

[ Grace ] Hey, you guys,
I've been doing research on
Bryant Campbell's attorney.

In the past five years, Harper
Addison has won four acquittals,
federal and state.

Had dismissals on six
felony cases, and 10 out of 14
not guilty verdicts.

You got enough money,
you can buy your way out
of anything.

How's he gonna buy his way
out of a confession?
Cults.

- Aliens.
- Outlaw raccoons.

[ Butch ] It only takes
one member of the jury
to believe Addison's bullshit.

You're 100% right.
Harper Addison's gonna say
and do a lot worse.

I thought A.D.A. Billings
had this case.

- He did. Now I do.
- We gotta talk
to this prick?

If he subpoenas you, yeah.
And I got a little
preview for y'all.

Give me a minute. Somebody get
Rhetta Rodriguez and
Henry Silver up here, please.

[ Blinds Drawing ]

[ Kate ]
Why would I want to sign for
something that I don't want?

I am sorry, sir.
But I cannot accept
your delivery.

I mean, am I being clear?
Do you understand?

I don't know how many other ways
I can say this.

[ Sighs ]
Let me guess.
Assistant D.A. Morgan Byers.

Team Concepcion?
Come on down.

Take a close look
at these photos.

Because every piece of evidence
you thought was a slam dunk...

will be torn to shreds
by Addison.

[ Clears Throat ]
Isn't that where you come in?

I work with what's given to me.
If there were no mistakes,
there will be no problems.

There were no mistakes.

[ Morgan ]
So any mistakes, get 'em out
so we can deal with them.

Okay.

The vic's blood on
the defendant's sleeping bag.

According to Ally's diary,
she and Campbell went
camping two weeks prior.

[ Coughs ]
She says she cut herself.

Campbell's fingerprints
on the bat.

He's on a baseball team.
Played the day before.

And that confession that you
think you got all wrapped up
in a bow,

you got it off-site.

Addison's gonna say
his client was distraught.

Felt responsible,
so he said he did it.
Look.

This case is
important to Addison.
All right?

He's in talks
for his own TV show.

So he's coming at you
with both barrels blazing.

He's gonna grill you.
He's gonna make it personal.

So know your shit.

Know everybody else's shit.

Because
he'll know it better.
All right.

I'll be meeting with you
to go over your reports.

I think I saw Grace take off
her glove at the crime scene.

[ Laughs ]
So what?
We've all done that.

- Scratched our nose. Whatever.
- She reached in her pocket,
dropped her cigarette lighter.

Long as you didn't log it
into evidence.

How you doing?
Hey.

Butch and Bobby should've talked
to somebody other than Ally's
roommate.

We had a confession.
Maybe she had an ax to grind
with Campbell.

Maybe she wanted to see
a rich kid go down.

Maybe I should carry an umbrella
in case wild geese fly by
and crap all over my head.

Come on, man.
We can't freak out just 'cause
this prick's coming to town.

Jesus Christ.
Gee--

You gotta have eyes in the
back of your head, bird boy.
[ Laughs ]

Who the hell does Addison
think he is?

I almost got into a fight
with another delivery man.

- Evian?
- Espresso machine.

Once Addison finds out
he can step outside to smoke,

he'll probably
bring in a humidor
for his fancy-ass cigars.

He's not gonna bring
his L.A. shit here.

He can drink our water
and our coffee.

I don't care how far the chief
thinks he's gotta bend over
for this bastard.

Addison could rent out
the presidential suite at the
Colcord for these depositions.

He's coming here
to psych you out.

Those are good cops out there.
They did their job.
They did a good job.

This is bullshit!
I know.

And he is going after them
like a heat-seeking missile.

Then whatever you gotta do,
you make sure that
my people are ready.

[ Sirens Wailing In Distance ]

Clay?
What are you doing here?
Is everything all right?

Yes, ma'am. I just gotta
talk to Aunt Grace
about Sunday.

Aw, are you excited?
Your confirmation,
it's a big deal.

Mae tried on her dress,
like, 10 times.

Don't tell her I told you.

Clay. The front desk just
called me. What are you
doing here? Is everything okay?

You're coming on Sunday, right?
Sure.

What about the thing
you have to make?
No problem.

- Dad can do it if you're busy.
- No. I'll-I'll make something.

I'll call right now,
sign up.
How'd you get here?

Dad's outside.
Oh.

And he told me to tell you,
"No double homicides."
Thanks, Aunt Grace.

Where are you going?

By the look on your face?
To hell.

Oh, shit.

[ Sighs ]

This confirmation,
now what you gonna do?

'Bout to have a cigarette, Earl.

[ Clears Throat ]

That's the fourth time you've
cleared your throat in the last
two minutes. What's wrong?

[ Sighs ]
I'm scared we might've
missed something.

Not that we did anything wrong,
but it could look like we did.

[ Clears Throat ]

If you think you missed
something, just tell me and
we'll figure out what to do.

Not me.
Who?

You.
What?

I found a strand of your hair
on the victim's body after you
processed the crime scene.

And it's not the first time.
Why didn't you
say something?

I didn't want to embarrass you.
What did you do with it?

[ Sighs ]

Thanks for having my back,
Henry.

I'm sorry.
I should've told you.
You damn well should've told me.

Shit, Henry!
Your hair follicles
fall out too!

A lot!

[ Bobby ] We should've found out
if Campbell talked to anybody
else about proposing to Ally.

Come on. We found the engagement
ring in dude's jacket pocket
in his apartment.

Same jacket he wore
at the campsite.

He asked her to marry him.
She said no.
He bashed her head in.

We don't know if that was
intended for Ally,

because we didn't talk to
anybody but her roommate.
The investigation was over.

You're looking for a problem
that doesn't exist. It's
the same shit you always do.

How's that?
You second-guess yourself.

Always giving people
the benefit of the doubt,
even when they don't deserve it.

The way you jump the gun,
somebody has to.

I go with my gut.
I go with my brain.

We do it your way, we could
still be interviewing Ally's
friends from grade school,

every teacher she ever had.
You lose your job,
you dip into your trust fund.

I lose my job,
my kids don't eat!

Oh. Uh, could you please tell me
where I could find Detective
Grace Hanadarko?

And you are?
Sister Finnian.

Sister Finnian?
Right.

Right.
Is it me,
or is it warm in here?

Oh, it's definitely warm.

She's looking for Grace.
Meet Sister Bullshit.
Oh--

Uh--

[ Sighs ]
Probably a lot cooler
without the veil.

Excuse me?

Oh, I see.
Playing shy?

Okay.
What if I start?

- Butch, don't do it, man!
- Come on. You and me?
Together?

No. No, no--
[ Rhetta ]
Sister Finnian!

[ Chuckles ]
Meet Detective Ada.

[ Sighs ]

[ Grace ]
I apologize. We have, uh, a lot
of practical jokes around here.

And he saw you and--
Well--

[ Chuckles ]
I apologize.

[ Laughs ]
No, it's--
It's no harm done.

It was just
an innocent mistake.
[ Laughs ]

So what brings you here,
Sister?

Um, Clay.
You're his godmother, correct?

Yes, ma'am.
He's concerned.
Your name's not on the list.

List?
Confirmation participation
and events.

- Mmm.
- We set a record this year,
20 godmothers.

- Only one name missing.
- [ Clicks Tongue ]

You see where
I'm going with this?
Loud and clear.

How about I bring
a case of sodas
to the reception?

"A case of sodas."
Certainly we could do
better than that?

And coffee.

Maybe the list will inspire you.

Uh, we've got knitted
winter beanies with the kids'
saints names embroidered.

Wow. You guys
are going all out.

Last year we had an ice
sculpture of the Virgin Mary.

Get out. You're kidding me.
An ice sculpture
of the Virgin Mary.

The kids would probably
rather have a candy bar.

I guess they were more excited
about the homemade
chocolate brownies.

Ah, milk!
Milk goes great
with brownies.

I'm sure we'll get there.

[ Grace ]
I think the whole thing
was a scam.

She just wanted something
in writing.
Make sure I was coming.

Can you believe
Henry accused me of
tainting the evidence?

I was shaken down by a nun and
all you can talk about is Henry?

Hey, it could've been worse.
It could've been
Sister Laura Marie.

Man.

Hey, there's a guy
down there staring at us.

Gray hair, blue plaid shirt?
Exactly.

Careful!

Something you want?

Uh, no. I'm just
checking my messages.
Mind if I take a look?

Hey, there's no law against
taking pictures of
two pretty ladies, is there?

[ Chuckles ]
Any chance
I could buy you a beer?

Hey, Grace.
Do I know you?

You do now.
You've been served.

The subpoenas
you were all served with--
They're to make you talk.

These are to scare you.

Copies of your confidential
personnel files.

Covers your entire careers
in law enforcement.
The good and the not so good.

How did you get those?
It's not important.

What is, however, is the fact
that if I can get them,
so can Addison.

So each of you, read 'em.
Prepare to defend 'em.

None of this is admissible.
Doesn't matter.

You can't unring a bell.
[ Grace ]
Okay, look.

- We all got shit in our lives.
- Some more than others.

This look familiar?

A jury sees that picture
with a beer in front of you
on the job--

- It was already there.
I was drinking an orange soda.
- That's not the point.

It doesn't take much more
than that picture to convince
one juror...

that you might've been drinking
the day you took
Bryant Campbell's confession.

Until this case is over,
no more drinking.
No more bars.

- Why would Addison
give you these?
- He wouldn't.

- So that asshole at Louie's
who was taking pictures--
- Was on our side. Yeah.

You can thank me later
for the warning.

Look, that is the kind of thing
that Addison is going to expose
to an open courtroom,

and a national audience
if he gets the chance.

So lesson number one,
don't let him.

Henry Silver, 47,
and still living with your mom.

And a cat, right?

Thinnest intelligence file
I've ever seen.

You getting a kick
out of this, Morgan?

And Bobby Stillwater.
Isn't that a needle?

I'm diabetic.
So what?

Do you see the time listed
on each photo?

Check it against your report...

which says you were interviewing
a follow-up witness
at the same time.

Detective Ada, your rich mama
bought your ass out of a lot of
slings when you were young.

Car accident you had
senior year. That young man
who was paralyzed--

She's still taking care of
his medical bills, isn't she?

Maybe you can borrow some money
from Detective Ada.

And Ham,
you recognize these guys?

No.
How about now?

You beat the crap out of them
in a bar fight.

Kind of makes Campbell's claim
you threatened to, quote,

"beat the crap out of you,
asshole, if you don't confess,"
unquote, somewhat credible.

It never happened.
That kid knows it.

Grace!

Shit.
Zack?

- That's Zack?
- Son of a bitch.
Here we go.

First, sorry about leaving you
tied to your bed.
I panicked. That's my bad.

He's okay.

I'd appreciate it
if you didn't
hold it against me.

I'm really just a nice guy
who thought you were hot.

- Look, I still do.
- [ Grace ]
What are you doing here, Zack?

Detective Grace Hanadarko?
Pleased to meet you.
Harper Addison.

All right, Zack.
Why don't you stand
right over here?

Who the hell gave you permission
to disrupt my office?

That would be
the fine mayor of Oklahoma City.

He said I could use
your conference room
for my depositions.

Chrissy, will you bring
the rest of them in?
All of them.

Welcome to the Grace Hanadarko
love parade.
You okay?

- Detective Dewey?
- Yeah?

Why don't you take a place
right here next to
Jack St. Clair?

Henry Silver next
to Detective Dewey.

And one of the more recent
members of this club is you,
Detective Ada.

In chronological order,
that would place you
in front of Mr. Zack Hanson.

You get the hell
out of here now.

Get out, or I swear
we will throw
your ass out!

No, I have permission
to conduct my--
Shut up!

- Get out.
- This is another mistake,
Captain. But fine.

Chrissy, move 'em out.

[ Mouths Words ]

[ Quiet Murmuring ]

Well, that was summer.

He brings in fall and winter,
we're gonna need
a bigger office.

- You sure you want to do this?
- [ Kate ]
Oh, guys!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa--
[ Kate ] Come on!

Is there a scarlet letter
on my breast?

[ Chuckles ]
That was rough, wrong,
and poor Henry.

- Poor Henry?
- Did you know that Bobby
was diabetic?

- I don't even think Butch knew.
- Now everyone knows that
Ronnie and I are in debt.

Oh, big friggin' deal.
Everybody else got
their guts splayed open.

- You get a loan from Butch.
- Who was that old man?

- Chet,
my next door neighbor.
- You guys--

What?
Are you really
asking me that?

I flash him
every now and then.
That's it.

What do you think I am?
Jesus, Rhetta. Thanks.

Oh, good.
You just flash him.
[ Phone Ringing ]

- You gonna answer your phone?
- [ Ringing Continues ]

Hello?

I told you
not to call here again.

- Credit card company again?
- Yeah.

No.

That was Leon Cooley calling me
collect from prison.

- Calling you?
- Uh-huh.

Why?
I went to see him...

to see if he'd gotten anything
from Earl that I could add
to my Earl file.

I didn't tell you 'cause
you'd tell me not to go.

- How many times
you see him?
- Twice.

Twice? Rhetta! These guys work
with friends on the outside,
pull scams, all kinds of shit.

He knows your name,
where you work.
Probably knows where you live.

What do you want, Grace?
You want me to say I'm sorry?

Okay, I'm sorry.
I made a mistake.
I should've told you.

You shouldn't have
gone to see him!

I don't like
learning my best friend
is lying to me...

about going to see
a dangerous death row
inmate!

I don't like my best friend
telling me what I should and
shouldn't do!

What's that
supposed to mean?
It means I'm a little tired...

of there
being two sets of rules.

One set for Grace, and
one for the other 6.6 billion
people on the planet.

Are you seriously thinking
about not going to Clay's
confirmation?

Don't change the subject!
Why didn't you tell me
what you were doing?

Because I knew you'd yell at me.
And then I wouldn't have this!

An angel's shoelace,
Grace.

Look.

Is that any way
to treat an old friend?
No, it's not.

And that isn't from Earl.
It sure as hell is.

Since when does
Earl wear prison
issued shoes?

Your friend's
a gullible little bitch,
isn't she?

What do you want, Leon?
You bored?

You running some game
to keep from killing yourself
in here?

I want you.

-I want a friend.
-And I want to discover a
crapful of gold in my backyard.

But that's never
gonna happen either.

Earl put you and I
together for a reason.
You ever wonder why?

No.
You ever ask him?

No.
Well, Rhetta said--

What is this
"Rhetta said" bullshit?
Stop calling her!

Stop thinking you and I are
gonna be anything other than
a cop in a room with a killer.

- What's with the kufi?
- I converted to Islam.

- So you pray to Allah now?
- Yes.

- You read the Koran?
- Yes.

Well, you better read a few
more pages. See what it says
about calling women bitches.

You lied about a shoelace
belonging to one
of Allah's angels.

[ Sighs ]
What is this all about,
Leon?

It's about... knowing
what the hell this means.

Where'd you get that?
Ask Earl.

He got one too.

Hey, Gus.
No treat.

- [ Groans ]
- I'm a shitty mom.

Shitty mom,
friend, cop, aunt.

Don't forget godmother.
I'm glad you're here.

Uh-- What'd you say?

I said I'm glad
you're here.

I could use a little wing.

The pressure
from this case, man.

It's getting to all of us.

Sorry to hear that.
Hey, help me out, Earl.

Take off your jacket.
Make yourself comfortable.

- What kind of case
you working on?
- Murder trial coming up.

Hmm. You make any mistakes?

On the case?
No.

- In my life? Well--
You got a tattoo, Earl?
- Why?

Well, Cooley said
you got a tattoo.

I thought you didn't care
what Leon Cooley
had to say about anything.

Thought he'd always
be just a killer,
and you'd always be a cop.

You have a tattoo or not?

All you had to do was ask.

His tongue wiggles too.

[ Laughs ]

You know, you broke my heart
when you married Darlene?

I thought we were
really good together.

About two years ago, we were.

So, it says here
you like to play rough.

I don't remember
that about you.
Well, what do you remember?

That you like it in the morning,
and the afternoon, and at night
but with the lights on.

[ Laughs ]

What else does my file say?

Don't worry about it.
As long as you tell the truth
about everyone else.

Depends what truth
you're talking about.

Your partner.
Well, what about her?

Well, with her personal history,
in his sleep, Harper could get
one juror out of 12...

to believe
she made sexual
promises to the suspect.

- Did she?
- No.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Did you know
about the other guys?

Did you know about Butch?

** [ Rock ]

[ Moaning ]

[ Phone Rings ]

[ Bobby ]
I have to go shoot up
my insulin now, everybody.

Partner, how's that?

I'll tell y'all every time
my blood sugar's low.

Do whatever you want, man.

It's a private thing.

Nothing I'm ashamed of.
Just nothing anybody
needs to know.

What happens you go
into a diabetic coma?

I have no idea I can save
your life with a damn candy bar.
That make sense?

[ Kate ] Listen up,
everybody. There's no meeting
with Morgan this morning.

Addison's gonna be here
in an hour to begin
taking depositions.

So, uh,
grab a cup of coffee.
Go over your reports.

And don't worry about
the satellite trucks outside.

- I'm kidding.
- [ Snorts ]

Can we go back to work,
and you can just call us
when it's our turn?

Sure.

Hi, Sister Laura Marie.

Cookies?
Yes, ma'am.

Six dozen?

Yes, ma'am.
I made them from scratch
last night.

Last night?
Really?

I guess I'm just naturally
a bit more skeptical...

than young Sister Finnian.

- Are you still writing on
the soles of your shoes?
- No, ma'am.

- Who would've known?
- Known what,
Sister Laura Marie?

That the same little girl
who used to write on
the bottom of her shoes...

so when she knelt to pray,
people would read--
What was it?

Left foot "screw."
Right foot "you."

Right!
That same little girl would
grow up to be a police officer.

I'm a detective now.

Your sister, Mary Frances,
chose you to be
Clay's godmother.

Do you have any idea why?

- No, ma'am.
- Rhetta, you knew Mary Frances.

Yes, Sister Laura Marie.
Very well, actually.

So, what do you think?

I think Mary Frances
saw in Grace
what I see in Grace.

Someone who loves
the people around her
more than she loves herself.

I hope Mary Frances was right.

I hope I see you Sunday, Grace.

You were always
so smart, Rhetta.
You were so good at science.

And here you are
using God's gift to
bring justice to our city.

I am very proud of you.

Thank you,
Sister Laura Marie.

Sunday.

[ Sighs ]

746 days.
All I got left.

Well, that's 745 more
than the entire
ephemeroptera species.

The mayfly.

- I ain't no damn bug.
- Well, of course not.

But just imagine everything
this world has to offer and you
only have one day to enjoy it.

Makes 746 days
sound pretty good.

Hanadarko ask you
about your tattoo?

As a matter of fact, she did.
Of course, she ain't got a clue
as to what it means.

Then again, neither do you.
For that matter,
neither do I.

Word on the street's
my boss knows everything.

Well, just this morning,
he told me about a shoelace.

And how for weeks,
this certain someone been
sitting around fretting about...

how he can get somebody
to come see him again.

And he also said how
he hoped a simple shoelace...

might help two people
come a little closer together.

What's he say about this?

- There's no "holy redeemer"
in the Koran.
- That so?

So why do I have it?
I have this for Hanadarko?

I just know
she needs you, Leon.

Bitch doesn't want my help.

Doesn't want your help either.
Well, neither did you
for awhile.

Now look at you.

Well, minus the language,
and your temper, and
the attitude with the guards,

I'd say you've
come a long way.

I humble myself before Allah
because it gives me strength,
brings me peace.

You ever think
she's gonna find peace?

[ Laughs ]

Detective Hanadarko,
you're up first.

Detective Hanadarko,
would you please tell me
what happened on July 21...

leading up to the arrest
of my client,
Bryant Campbell?

My partner, Detective
Hamilton Dewey,
and I...

arrived at Mr. Campbell's
apartment at approximately
5:15 p.m.

Within 10 minutes,
Mr. Campbell confessed to
the murder of Ally Concepcion.

Did anyone other than you
and Detective Dewey
hear my client confess?

- No, sir.
- And prior to arriving
at Mr. Campbell's apartment,

what were you
and Detective Dewey doing?

Driving to
Mr. Campbell's apartment.

Oh.
I'll be more specific.

Within 24 hours of my client
allegedly confessing to only
you and Detective Dewey,

had you and Detective Dewey
been intimately involved in
an adulterous sexual encounter?

- Yes.
- How about within 12 hours?

- Yes.
- Two hours?

Ye--
[ Morgan ] Are you asking
for personal reasons?

Or is this line of questioning
actually leading somewhere?

I'll get right to the point.

During the quiet time of that
sexual encounter,

isn't it true that
you and Detective Dewey
talked in detail...

about how you could coerce
a confession from my client?

No. It's not true.

And what if I were to tell you
I had a sworn statement
telling me the opposite?

I'd say you're lucky
you're not under oath.

I was going too fast.
Hit some ice.
Skidded into a tree.

I walked away.
My buddy didn't.

Were you drinking?
No.

Just being a smart-ass.
You guys still friends?

Try to be.

Starting to get worried
about Grace.
They been in there awhile.

Hey, Butch.

You worried Harper's gonna
include you as part of his
"privileged class syndrome"?

You worried
he's gonna ask you to
spell your name backwards?

- [ Scoffs ]
- How long we gonna keep beating
the shit out of each other?

You mean how long
am I gonna keep beating
the shit out of you?

[ Chuckles ]

Henry,

your hair,
it isn't all falling out.

[ Addison ] During
the 10 minutes that you stated
it took my client to confess,

were you ever left
alone with him?
Yes.

While Detective Dewey
searched the premises,

ultimately finding
the engagement ring that
your client used to propose...

to Ally Concepcion
before killing her...
allegedly, of course.

Of course.

And during the time
Detective Dewey was
searching the apartment,

did you offer to satisfy
my client's sexual fantasies...

if he would just tell you
what you wanted to hear?

No, sir.

You didn't promise Mr. Campbell,
and I quote,

"A night he'd always remember,
no matter how much time he
spent in prison masturbating"?

- No, I did not.
- According to my client,
that's exactly what you said.

And according to the facts
of this case, your client's a
lying, murdering piece of shit.

Were you aware at the time that
you arrested my client...

that Ally Concepcion
had been sexually abused...

by a member of her family
for approximately five years?

It was part of the report.

Detective Hanadarko,
would you agree that once
a woman is abused,

she carries that scar
with her in everything she does?

You don't have to
answer that question.

As opposed to being abused
and never thinking
about it again?

Let me rephrase.

Did you feel a special need
to coerce a confession
from my client...

because you had a unique
connection to the victim...

because you yourself
may have been sexually abused?

[ Morgan ]
That's enough.

- You and I need to talk now.
- Let me answer the question.

No, that's not gonna happen.
This deposition is over.

This is bullshit.

Why'd you stop it in there?
I'll answer any question
he asks.

How about if you were abused?
And who did it?
And how'd it feel?

And did you enjoy it?
Did you climax?

Did you see yourself
as a victim? As a savior
for other victims?

Which one you want me
to answer first?

You don't need to answer them.
That's not what this is about.
The hell it's not.

That's what
this whole bullshit circus
of Addison's has been about...

since the goddamn day
he got here.

Trying to make us the story,
our character.

Whether Bobby's a diabetic
or Butch comes from money...

has absolutely
no relevance to this case.

If he wants to ask me
about sex abuse,

I'm happy to go down
that road.

Because no matter how far
he takes it, it will never
lead him away from the fact...

that his murdering, scumbag
piece of shit client
killed Ally Concepcion...

by bashing her head in
with a baseball bat.

And if for one second...

you think any of us would
hesitate to face any truth
Addison tries throwing at us,

alleged or otherwise,
then that's your mistake,
not ours.

There's not gonna be a trial.
I've agreed to a plea.

What?
Murder two.

- Campbell will be in prison
till he's 60.
- Whose idea was the plea?

- Addison's.
- He's 100% guilty.

You afraid of facing Harper?
His machine?
That what this plea is about?

- I'm not afraid of anything.
- You put us through this,
now you plea it out.

Sounds to me like
you're afraid of plenty.

I didn't put you
through anything.
Bullshit.

Look, I know the personal
attacks are crap.

But that's the kind of tactic
assholes like Harper depend on.
That's his job.

My job was to make sure
he didn't walk away with
what he wanted,

but what I was
willing to allow.

I did my job.
He did his.

And, Grace,
you all did yours.

And because you did,
a murdering,
scumbag piece of shit...

is where he belongs--

in prison.

You sure you don't
want another one, Grace?

[ Bottle Hisses ]

Don't move.
What?

Let me look at you.

- Grace, I need to tell--
- No, you don't.

[ Bottle Clinks ]

[ Whispers ]
Not like any of us is perfect.

Except Henry.
[ Chuckles ]

Except Henry.

[ Moans ]

[ Breathes Heavily ]

And right now...
this.

[ Breath Catches ]

I love you, Grace.

[ Dog Barking In Distance ]

[ Bottle Cap Clatters ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Burps ]

[ Giggles ]

So you decided not to go?

You try wearing 'em
for more than three hours.

Beautiful day, Grace.
Shame to stay inside.

[ Knocking ]

[ Exhales ]
You need to have
more faith, Earl.

[ Chuckles ]

Aunt Grace, you ready?

Ha, ha!

My dad says
you can't be late.
Clay.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Clears Throat ]

Want some chocolate to go
with your confirmation?

Hell, yes.
[ Laughs ]