All language subtitles for Accused H264-CAKES

(indistinct chatter)

(woman): Ugh, rapist.

(man): Baby killer.

- Britney, please.
- Jack. Stop.

- I need to talk to her.
- Don't make my job any harder.

Believe me, it's hard enough.

- All rise.

The Lubbock County Court is now
in session,

the Honourable Judge
Bodman presiding.

(tense music)

- And curtain!

Guys, take your bow off
of Hamlet.

Wooo-hooo! Okay great.

And now, orchestra.
Applause, applause, applause.

Milk it, but don't overstay
your welcome.

Especially you, Richie.
(laughing)

And I think that's it.
Thanks everyone, good work.

Now listen, we have Monday,
Wednesday.

Thursday dress, and then Friday
we go, so please, get off book.

Please. And drive safe,
speed racer.

- Oh whatever, it wasn't even
that bad.

- It was pretty bad.

- Hey, Fletch! Can you please
tell Clara to finish up?

Coach'll be pissed if I'm late
for practice again.

- Just tell Coach you're busy
saving the arts.

Stud like you? People might
actually come and see this play.

- I'm good. You can go.
- Cool.

Thanks, babe.
Let's get goin'.

- It's tough being a visionary
in a small town, huh?

- Yo, Fletch, uh, you coming
to the game tomorrow?

- No sorry, I can't.
- Why not?

- Well, believe it or not,
I actually have a social life

that doesn't involve teenagers.
So...

- Yeah, buddy.
I bet you do. Yeah.

- No. I'm not. Stop.
I'm not doing that.

- Come on, man.
- No, no, no, no.

- Come on, Fletch.
- Okay, that's enough for today.

- Later, Fletch.
- Later.

- I have some cleaning up to do
so I'll just be a minute.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah.

- Really? Because you've seemed
a little...

like off lately.

- I'm fine.

- Then why haven't you handed
in your Hamlet paper?

- Because I haven't
written it yet.

- Well, see? That's what
I'm talking about.

You're never late before,
not even once.

- I'm good, Fletch.

Really.

- Okay.

I'm here, you know.
If you ever need to talk.

(steps approaching)

- Ready to go?

Hey, Clara.
- Hey.

Oh, I'll get you that paper
after the weekend. Okay?

- Thank you.

- They're meeting us at the bar.
- Oh, great.

A drink is needed.
(chuckling)

- Casting the quarterback may
not have been the genius move

I thought it was. He's barely
off book and we go up next week.

- What's up with Clara?
It looked like you two

were having a pretty intimate
conversation.

- Oh yeah, I'm just worried
about her.

Something's going on and she
won't talk about it, so...

- Jack, we're their teachers,
not their friends,

not their therapists.
- I know. I know.

- But... do you?

- She's a good kid.

- Uh-huh.

- What? What's the look?

- As much as you care,
there's a line.

Especially these days.

- Yeah.
- You get that right?

- Of course.
- Okay.

- You're right and thank you.

I love you.
(laughing)

Oh, shoot. I forgot my bag.
I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I'll be right back.

- Go get it.
I owe my mom a call.

- Alright!

(light music)

(panting)

(shudders)

(tense music)

- Clara! No! No!

(whimpering)

- No!
(struggling)

Let me go!

(grunts)
(panting)

- Clara, what's going on?
What's going on?

(sobbing)
- I can't.

- What?
- I can't.

- Clara, please just talk
to me.

I'm... I'm calling
Principal Gilroy. Okay?

- No. No! Please! No.
- We need to get you some help.

I don't have a choice.
Hey! Hey! Hey!

- No.
(sobbing)

- It's okay, Clara, please.
- No.

- Just give me my phone.
I'm trying to help you.

- You can't help.
You can't help me!

- Will you give me a chance.

- If you tell anyone, I'll do it
again, I swear to God.

I'll do it again
the next chance I get

and you won't be able
to stop me.

- Clara, but why?

(sobs)
- It's my only way out.

(phone buzzing)

- Okay. That's Ms. Thoms.
She's waiting for me outside.

I have to answer.
If I don't pick up,

she'll be here in two minutes.
- Please. Please don't tell her.

Please. Please.

- Okay, okay, I won't. But I
have to answer. Okay?

Hey.

- Do you need help
finding your bag?

- Yeah, no I... no I found it.
Uh, I'm sorry.

Uh, I'm on with Dustin
and he's spiralling.

- Again?
- Yeah.

Um, so why don't you go
ahead without me, okay?

And I'll just get a car and meet
you there.

Buy everyone a round on me.

- Alright.
- Love you.

- Love you, too.

- Clara. Please. Just uh...

just talk to me.

Please.

- I haven't told anyone.

I'm pregnant.

- Okay.

- And I... I can't be.
I can't. My parents...

- Look. Look, look.
- They would disown me,

and they'd rather...
they'd rather disown me

than be embarrassed at church.
- No.

Better disowned than dead.

- Look, I don't...

I don't expect you to understand
my situation,

but my parents cannot find out.

(sniffling)

- Okay, well, um, what about
whoever got you pregnant?

Do you know...
- Of course I know who it is.

- Okay.

- I can't tell him either.

- Uh, did someone hurt you?

- No. It wasn't like that.

- Okay.
- It... it was Richie.

- Richie?

(sighs)
- It was twice.

What's he gonna do about it?

Shelly already hates me enough,

so what's the point
in telling him?

- Well, look, um...

I know that it doesn't seem
like it,

but you have options.

- Adoption?

I would still have
to have the baby,

which means my parents
finding out.

- Yeah, well,
there are other options.

- You mean abortion.

You're not against that?

- It... it doesn't matter
what I am.

Is that what you want?

- I mean...

...sure, but Texas is
a no go, so is Oklahoma.

I tried to find the pills
you can order in the mail

but you need an address they can
mail them to

and obviously I don't have that.

Even if I could get myself
to New Mexico

and find a way to pay for it,

I'd have to find someone with
a license to drive me back,

and I can't ask anybody
to do that

because then everyone
would know.

I'm not an idiot, okay?

But what am I supposed
to do? I can't be pregnant.

I can't. I can't.

- Listen. Here, listen.
Listen to me.

We'll figure it out. Okay?

(sobbing softly)

I promise.

I promise.

- Jack Fletcher wasn't content

simply to teach his students
the curriculum.

He insinuated himself into
their personal lives.

He groomed them to see him
as a peer

so that he could get close
to them.

Many of these relationships
were inappropriate

and constituted an abuse
of power.

But his relationship with
sixteen-year-old Clara Palmer

went even further.

Mr. Fletcher would like
the world to see him

as a caring educator.

An enthusiastic teacher.

But that's not what this man is.

This man right here?

This man is a predator.

(intro music)

(birds chirping)

(knocking)

- Clara?

- Yeah?
- Can I come in?

- Yep.
(door opens)

- Sorry, Sweetie.
Did you take my mascara?

- I don't wear mascara.

- I thought you might
have borrowed it

for your school play.
- No, I didn't.

- Are you alright? We're leaving
in five to pick up my new car.

- I just, I have to sew a bunch
of costumes

for the play and go thrifting.
It's gonna take all weekend.

- But you have to come,
you picked the colour.

- Can you please tell your
mother that she doesn't need

to impress the car salesman?
I've already bought the car.

- Clara says she can't come.

- Oh. Why not?
Come on, it'll be fun.

- I can't go. I'm sorry.

- Alright then,
we should get goin'.

- We got our phones,
you can call.

- See you later.

(door closes)

(light music)

(phone chime)

(chime)

(groaning)

- Coffee?
(chuckles)

- Coffee.

- There you go

and here comes the Jack Fletcher
hangover special.

- Never abandon me
at happy hour again.

- I'm sorry I didn't
make it last night.

- And I'm sorry I don't remember

whatever you told me about
Dustin and his wife.

Are they separating again?

- Um, uh, yeah we'll see.
I um...

I told him I'd drive down
to Odessa today to see him.

- Oh, we have the barbeque
with my family.

- Yes, I know, I um...

I just feel like I have to be
there for him.

- That's okay.

It's just gonna be my brothers
watching the game

and my mom naming every girl
I went to high school with

who's married with kids.

- Well, maybe you two
should set a date.

- Oh yeah?
You're gonna lock this down?

(chuckling)
- You know it.

(soft piano music)

- Hi.

- Hi.

- It's okay if you want
to change your mind.

- Do you?

- No.

(engine rumbling)

(soft emotional music)

- How long have
I been asleep for?

- Uh, about an hour.
A little more.

- I'm sorry it's such
a long drive.

- I don't mind.

(man): Stop abortion!

Stop killing God's baby!

(protests continues)

- I did that once.

With my mom when I was little.

Spent a long time braiding
my hair like we were supposed

to show them what they were
missing or something.

(chanting)

(phone ringing)

(quiet chatter)

- Checking in. Clara Palmer.

- Your appointment was at one.

- I know, I'm sorry, we...
we had a really long drive.

- It's okay. We're always behind
these days.

Fill out these forms here.

The green one is for insurance.

If you're going to need
help with payment,

there are organizations
that can--

- Can I pay with cash?

- Yes. It's $750.
- Okay.

- But you will need to fill out
the section marked

"emergency contact."
- Thank you.

- We'll confirm how far along
you are with an ultrasound.

You don't have to look
at the monitor, okay?

If you're further than
you think,

you may need a medical procedure
to end the pregnancy.

If that's the case,
is someone here with you?

- Yeah.

- Okay, good.

This won't hurt, but you'll feel
some pressure.

- Okay.

- You're measuring just over
seven weeks,

which means you don't
need surgery.

We'll be able to give
you some pills

which will end the pregnancy
over the next few days.

- Can I just do the surgery?
So I know it worked?

- The pills are very effective.

I have a dose here for you now
and there's another medication,

misoprostol, that you'll take
at home in 24 hours.

Does all of that sound okay?

- Yeah.

- Can you hold your hand out
for me?

This is the mifepristone
to take now.

Go ahead and swallow those.

Good.

This has the pills for tomorrow.

When you take them, let them
dissolve in your mouth

before you swallow.

You'll probably start bleeding
pretty quickly after that.

It should feel like
a heavy period.

Try to take it easy over the
next few days, if you can.

- I have school on Monday.

- Bring extra pads.

Here you go.
Let's get you changed.

(phone buzzing)

- Hey. How's it going?

- It's the usual dumpster fire.

I mean, between dealing
with my family

and watchin' football all day
you would have been in agony.

- Well, I love you more than
I hate football,

so I still wish I was there.

But um, I'm kinda in the middle
of it with Dustin,

maybe you can tell me
everything over dinner?

- Is that an invitation?

- I'll call you when I'm close.

- I'll think about it.

- Okay, see ya.

Hi.
- Hello.

Remember, two in each cheek.

Let them dissolve
for 30 minutes.

Ibuprofen for pain.
No aspirin.

- Thank you. Thanks.

- Okay, so should we go?

- Thank you.

Not just for today.

You know, Ms. Thoms
is really lucky.

You're a good guy.

Most girls don't end up
with good guys.

- Well, it doesn't
mean you can't.

(chuckles)
- No offence to you

and Miss Thoms,
but the whole marriage thing

is just kind of a relic.

(chuckling)

- Your parents are together,
aren't they?

- Not exactly, no.

I mean my biological father left
when I was like six months old,

but not until after he ran up
a bunch of charges

and ruined my mom's credit.

You know, we were always getting
kicked out of apartments,

sleeping in the car, and leanin'
on the church.

That's how my mom met
my step-dad.

- At church?

- Yeah. When I was seven.

He owned a hardware store
and I...

think my mom felt like
Cinderella or something.

- Well, that doesn't
sound so bad.

- Yeah, I... I think my mom
was just happy

we weren't broke anymore.

(sniffles, whimpers)
- Are you okay?

- I think it's working. Yeah.

- Okay.

- Ms. Thoms, you can either
swear on the Bible

or make a solemn affirmation
to tell the truth.

- The Bible.

- Place your left hand on
the Bible.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the
truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth?

- I do.

- You're home!
- Aw!

- Did someone miss me?
- Horribly!

How'd it go with Dustin?

- Um, I talked him down.
At least for now.

- He's lucky to have
you as a friend.

- Let's uh,
let's get some dinner

and you can tell me about
the rest of your day.

(laughing)
- My mom drank two hard seltzers

without realizing they were
alcoholic.

- Oh no!
- And my father

refuses to acknowledge
how upset he is,

and so he just goes outside

and starts furiously cleaning
his grill.

(car beeping)
- Oh, shoot.

I meant to fill my tank
before but...

- There's a station just up
ahead.

Anyway, you were...
you were so lucky to miss it.

- Ah, apparently.

- Your car is a total mess.

(chuckling)

(tense music)

- What's this?

I found it in your car.

- If you want to be really
horrified?

Check out my desk at school,

I have no idea how half
the stuff gets in there.

Let's go. Come on, I'm hungry.

- Ms. Thoms, please state your
relationship to the defendant.

- Uh, we were engaged for most
of the last year,

and we were together
for two years before that.

- And how would you characterize
your relationship?

- It was loving and fun.

Jack made me happy.

We were getting married.

- But you ended your engagement
with Mr. Fletcher

after his arrest.
- Yes.

- Please tell the court why.

(sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

- My Hamlet essay.

- Oh!

I just hope your thesis isn't
uh, "Hamlet is a soft boy."

- Well, he is. But, it's not.

(chuckles)
- Wait, wait, wait.

Uh, just talk to me for
a second. How are you doing?

- Good.

- Yeah?
- Really.

Oh.
- Hop.

Hey, Fletch. I was hoping
to catch you and uh...

I just sort of had
a personal issue.

- Oh, maybe you should talk
to the counsellor about that.

- Yeah, I barely know her,
and uh, it's about sex.

- O... Okay.

- Um.

So, you know, Shelly and I've
been dating for like a year

and uh...

- And?

- She wants to have sex.

Like, today.

She keeps saying "we're ready"
and obviously,

you know, I want to but uh...

- But what?

- I'm not sure we should.

Like, I don't know if I'm really
gonna wait until I'm married,

but I always thought I might
and I just...

I don't want to regret
it later.

- So you've never had sex?

- No.

And I don't want her
to regret it either.

I don't want to be the guy
who messed her up, you know?

(soft exhale)

- Clara.

- Whoa. Hey.

- Hey. Um...

We need to talk.

- About what?

- Why you told me Richie
got you pregnant.

- You... you talked to Richie?

- Yes.

- Whatever he told you,
he's lying.

- Clara, just cut it out,
okay?

Give me the same respect
that I've always given you,

and just tell me why did you
make up the story.

Are you protecting someone?

- Stop.

- Are you afraid of them?

- Stop. Stop.
- Is it someone at home?

- Stop.
- Your stepfather?

- Stop, stop!

- It was him, wasn't it?

(shuddering)
- Even if it was,

no one would believe me.

He teaches Sunday School.

- Clara, he's abusing you.

- It would destroy my mother.

- What about you?

- You need to let this go.
Okay? It's over.

- Is it?

Okay, I'm... I'm sorry Clara,

but I have to report
this to the police.

- No, you, you told
me you would help me.

- I am.

- You got me the abortion.
You're gonna lose your job!

- We'll both have to deal
with the consequences,

but I can't do nothing.

You understand that, right?

I'm sorry.

(sobs quietly)

(line ringing)

(phone buzzing)
- Hold on one second.

I am sorry,
I just got your text.

- Can you meet me at
my car? We need to talk.

- Can't it wait?

I'm about to step into
a department meeting.

- I need you to meet me now.

- Well, can it wait 30 minutes?

- No.

- What's going on, Jack?

- When I see you, okay?

Please, Britney.

- Okay.

(tense music)

- Are you okay?
What's goin' on?

- I wanted you to hear it
from me

before you hear anything
from anyone else.

- Wait, hear what?
You're scaring me, Jack.

(sighs)

- The other day, when I went
back for my bag.

I found Clara about
to hang herself.

She was standing
on the prop table.

She had an extension cord
around her neck.

- Oh my god.
- No, I got to her just in time.

- Wait. Wait. Is she okay?

- She was pregnant.

She had convinced herself
that was the only way out.

- So, when I called you
and you said Dustin.

- Yeah, that was a...
that was an excuse.

She... she begged me to keep it
a secret.

She threatened to kill herself

if I told her parents
or anyone else.

- I'm not anyone, Jack.
I care about her too.

- Of course, and I wanted
to tell you, Brit,

more than anything.
But I was afraid

that she would go through
with it.

She... she almost did it.

I literally caught her as
she stepped off the table!

- So when you said you
went to see Dustin?

(clears throat)
- I uh...

I was in New Mexico.
I took Clara to get an abortion.

- Jack.

- What else could I do?
What?

She was going to take
her own life.

- Well, what about the life
she was carrying?

- What would you have done?

- I don't know.

But I would have never lied
to you.

I've never given you reason
not to trust me.

Not to talk to me.

And now you've put me in this
horrible position

of keeping this secret
or blowing up our lives.

- Britney, I'm not asking you
to keep any secrets.

I'm going to the police
to tell them everything.

- The police? Why?

- Because things have...

gotten a little bit more
complicated than I thought.

- More complicated how?

- Jack Fletcher?

Turn around and put your hands
on the car.

- What's goin' on?
- Why?

- Jack Fletcher, you're under
arrest for statutory rape.

- What?!

- You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.
- This is insane!

- You have the right to an
attorney.

If you can't afford one, a
lawyer will be provided for you.

- This is a mistake, alright.
You have to trust me.

- Let's go.

- This is a mistake.
You have to trust me!

- Defence calls Clara Palmer.

(crowd whispering)

- Ten students
and five faculty members

were deposed by the District
Attorney and by me.

Those depositions have been
given to the jury.

Have you read them?

Would you say
they were consistent

in their characterization
of your relationship

with Mr. Fletcher?

- Yes, they were all,
uh, consistent.

- Everyone described
Mr. Fletcher as an advocate,

a fierce believer
in your intelligence,

in your talent
and in your future.

Is that an accurate description?

- It was.

- Before your claim that
the relationship between you

and Mr. Fletcher became sexual.

- Yes.

- Can you explain why no one
ever witnessed

one inappropriate moment
between the two of you.

- He took me to get an abortion.
That's inappropriate.

- Yes, it is. And it's illegal.

But it's a far cry from
the statutory rape charge

he's facing because
of your allegation.

Mr. Fletcher acted against
his own moral judgment

because you were in crisis.

Because you threatened to kill
yourself if he didn't,

isn't that right?
- No.

- Mr. Fletcher risked his job,
his relationships,

and his freedom in order
to help you, didn't he?

- Asked and answered,
Your Honor.

- Sustained.
- Miss Palmer,

can you provide any
concrete evidence

that the relationship with
Jack Fletcher became sexual?

- No.

- Because the relationship
with Mr. Fletcher

never became sexual,
isn't that right?

- It's because he got rid of all
the evidence

when he took me to get
the abortion.

- Clara, please don't do this.

- You will not address
the defendant directly,

is that clear?
- She's lying. She's scared!

(gavel pounding)
- One more word

and I will have you removed
from this courtroom,

do you understand?

- Yes, Your Honor.

(door opening)

(soft music)

- It's so good to see you.

Um they set bail at uh...

a hundred grand and they know
I can't afford that.

- Of course they set it high,
it's a crime against a minor.

- Except I didn't do it.

- Then why would
she say you did?

- Wait. What? You don't
seriously believe I...

- I don't know what to believe.

(sighs)

- I never... I never
touched her, Brit.

I never even looked
at her that way.

Look, she told me that Richie
had gotten her pregnant

and I believed her and then,
afterward,

I found out that it was actually
her stepfather

who had been abusing her for God
knows how long.

- I keep getting blind-sided!
I mean, look where we are!

- I know.

And I'm sorry. I told her I had
to tell the police,

that's why I went to talk
to you.

- I was planning
my life around you.

- We can still have that life.

- How?

I don't even
know who you are.

- I'm the same person
I've always been.

- Well, if that were true,
we wouldn't be here.

- Brit, she's freaked out,
but she'll come to her senses

and we'll get through this.
Everything we talked about.

Buying land, having kids.
- Kids?

- Yes. Yes. You, me, a family.

That's still all
that matters to me.

- How can you say that
after what you did?

- What I did was try to help
a girl in trouble.

- Even if that's true.

Even if I choose to believe
that you didn't do

everything that they're sayin'.

You still took an underage girl,
a kid, to get an abortion.

That wasn't for you to decide.

- Do you think I wanted to get
involved?!

Maybe if she had better options
I wouldn't have had to.

- Even so.

You did it.
And you lied about it.

And you didn't think about
what that would do to us?

My mom was 19

when she got pregnant

and she didn't think that
she wasn't ready.

She didn't think she couldn't
do it.

And so

she was walking into an abortion
clinic when someone,

a complete stranger, convinced
her to change her mind,

to keep her baby.

To keep me.

So for me this isn't just about
my faith, it's who I am.

- No, Brit! Brit! Brit.

(door buzzing)

- When Mr. Fletcher was
arrested, he told the police

that your stepfather had gotten
you pregnant.

Did your stepfather
get you pregnant?

You never said that?
- No.

- To your knowledge,
did Mr. Fletcher

ever report your stepfather
to the authorities?

- Only after he was arrested.

- That's convenient.

Please tell the court what
happened when you told

Mr. Fletcher you were pregnant.

- He told me he would
take care of it.

- And by "take care of it,"
did he mean destroying evidence

of the illicit relationship

he'd instigated with
his underage student?

- Leading the witness,
Your Honor.

- Sustained.

- How did you pay
for your abortion?

- I didn't. Mr. Fletcher did.

- How? Cash or a check?
Credit card?

- Cash.

- So he could keep your
relationship hidden

and untraceable.
- Conjecture, Your Honor.

- Sustained.

- How long had your relationship
been going on?

- I don't know, I don't...

- Weeks? Months?

Approximately when did it start?

- Spring.

The first time was in his car.

He was driving me home.

There was a baseball game on
the radio, so it was spring.

He pulled his car over.

- So this had been going
on for several months.

- Yes.
- I need to talk to Britney.

- You know you have to
convince the jury, not her.

- And how's that goin'?

Please. Let me use your phone
so I can text her.

- Sometimes he would ask me
to stay after school

to work on costumes
for the play.

- And to your knowledge
did he ever ask

any other students to stay late?

- No. Not usually.
- Why didn't you tell anyone.

- Because he told me that...

that people would assume
that I wanted it.

(phone buzzing)
I didn't want it. Not once.

- I have no further questions.

The prosecution rests,
Your Honor.

- This court will recess for 15
before closing arguments.

(gravel pounding)
- All rise.

- She did great back there.
You did great.

We got about 15 minutes till
the Judge calls us back in,

I'm gonna get a beverage.
Anybody thirsty?

- We're uh, we're good,
thank you.

- Okay.

- Sweetie. What's going on?

- She's just nervous.

Hey.

Everything's okay.

I got this, Jessica.
Just give us a minute, okay?

(tense music)

There, you see.

You see, you're worrying
your mom.

What'd she ever do to deserve
all this?

- I can't do this
to Mr. Fletcher.

- You already have.

- Mrs. Palmer.

- Ms. Thoms...

- Can we talk?
Somewhere private?

- Whatever you have to say
you can say it right here.

- Mrs. Palmer, I've seen you
at Church

and I believe you and I share
a deep devotion to Jesus Christ.

So you don't need me to explain
how grave a sin it is

to bear false witness.

- What are you suggesting?

- Your daughter is lying about
what happened.

I wasn't sure what to believe
myself, not at first.

- But you are now?

- Jack never denied taking
Clara to New Mexico to

terminate her pregnancy.
Which I'm still struggling with.

But these other charges,

Jack would have never done
the things

that Clara's accusing him of.

- This is almost over, alright,

but until it is, get a grip
and keep your mouth shut.

- I think I've heard enough.

- Then it's time to start
listening.

If not to me,
then to your own daughter.

- What are you bothering
my wife about?

- Clara invented this story

because she's trying
to protect you.

- Leave my family alone.
I'm warning you.

- Clara, Jack cares about you,
always has.

He doesn't deserve this.

- I warned you to leave
my family alone!

- No, Frank. You leave us alone.
- Come on Jessica,

you're not gonna let this woman
get you all turned around.

- Don't you touch me!

Don't you touch me
or my daughter ever again!

- Ma'am?

- She is my daughter!

She is my daughter!

How could you?!

- What is goin' on?
- How could you?!

- What is goin' on?
Is everything okay here?

(sobbing)
- How could you?

(door opening)

- Clara's recanted her
testimony.

She's giving a new statement
to the police.

They've taken her stepfather
into custody.

(relieved sighs)

As to the charges against you,

they're gonna drop everything

except transporting a minor
across state lines

without parental consent.
- Okay. Okay.

- I'm not promising
you anything,

but I'm pretty confident I can
cut a deal with the DA,

get you probation.

You'll probably lose your
teacher's licence,

at least in Texas,

but at least you won't be
a registered sex offender.

- Oh. Thank you,
thank you, Emmett. Really.

- You can thank your fiancée.

Good luck, Jack.

- Hi.

Thank you for believing me

and for saving me.

- You're a good man, Jack.

- I've really missed you.

- I miss you too.

But I...

I still can't get past
what you did.

- Maybe you will, in time.

Nothing's black and white.

- Some things are.
At least for me.

You know, I... kept not being
able to throw this away.

At first I thought it was
evidence of something

between you and Clara,

but then I realized it was
a kind of sign.

Some things break and are meant
to stay broken.

And that's okay.

(soft emotional music)

Yeah.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Heard the run went well.

- I heard that too.

- The show must go on, right?

- I think I'm gonna hate myself
forever for what I did to you.

- Oh I don't want that.
Don't do that.

- You don't... you don't have
to be nice to me.

I don't think I deserve
you being nice to me.

- Clara, look at me.

We're okay.

And all I ever wanted

was for you to be okay.

You know that, right?

You're a kid, I'm not mad
at you.

You're just a kid.

(sobs quietly)

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