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Ah, fuck.

Shit.

Fuck. You motherfucker.

Stop! Stop, you piece of shit!

Dammit, come on, stop, man!

You stop.

Shut the fuck up!

Fuck.

The fuck?

Fuck.

Go get him.

Jesus Christ, you're getting in the water now?

You can't catch me, man.

I'm like the wind.

More like a stale fucking fart.

Get the fuck out of there.

Why don't you come get me?

Go fuckin' get him.

Shit.

This isn't you, Corey.

Gun toting?

No shit it's not me. It's you.

You think I want to be out here chasing your dumb ass around?

I just need a little bit more time.

No, fuck time, man.

You had more than enough already.

I don't know what to tell you then.

You're just gonna have to have your guy take a shot.

Fuckin' finally.

Wait, don't.

Hey, don't fuckin' touch me.

What the fuck do you mean don't?

Now is the time, man, it's perfect.

Look around you, there's nobody here.

Hey, does anybody care if we shoot this motherfucker?

No?

Great, now I shoot him,

his dead-ass body drops into that river

and floats down to the who-fuck-cares how far.

Before anyone even finds his fucking body,

we bounce, that's it.

That's a fuckin' swish.

Yes, it is.

So what, you're just gonna let him go?

So we can do this all over again?

No way, man. I'm tryin' to fuckin' kill somebody.

That's the only reason that I came out here.

Let's just wait him out.

And then what, we torture him?

No, that's a great idea.

I don't think you should be using

the word torture.

No, yeah, that's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna fuckin' torture his ass.

You hear that, river man?

- Torture? - Yeah.

Yeah, you.

Fuck that.

See ya.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

- Fuck. - Yeah.

Well, he's gone.

Yeah.

"Yeah."

Yeah.

Don't call me anymore.

Oh, hey, man.

Sorry.

You okay?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah, just all wet.

What the hell are you doin'?

I, uh, fell in up there.

Are you with someone?

Uh, not really, no.

Well, I lost my phone.

Fuck.

Well, uh... see ya.

All right, uh,

sorry, I, uh...

I don't suppose I could get a ride from you

whenever you're done here.

Ride?

Where to?

Helena.

From there?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Great. Thank you so much.

Uh, I can just wait up by the tracks

and just kind of dry off until you're done.

I got a towel in the truck.

Let me go up there with you.

Well, you don't have to do that.

Didn't mean to, like, mess up your whole day here.

Ah, it's okay.

Just starting out anyway.

I think you scared all the fish away.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

Appreciate it though.

What's your name?

Devin.

I'm Bill.

Burdick.

You'll have to let me buy you a beer

when we get back to Helena.

Won't say no to that.

Hopefully I'll be like halfway dry by then.

Even when I am dry, I'm gonna be fuckin' shivering.

Probably burn up out here too.

I wish I had my sunhat.

You want some sunblock?

No, thank you though.

You're very prepared.

I step out to check the mail and I get a sunburn.

Yeah, pale people problems.

Hey, you have a, uh, phone I could borrow?

Just to let my girl know what's goin' on.

Yeah, here.

Cool.

Thank you.

Shit.

Just trying to remember her number, you know?

It's kind of hard to remember people's numbers now.

Uh...

Your call will be forwarded

to an automated voice message system.

Erica, message, beep.

Hey, Erica, it's me.

Uh, lost my fuckin' phone,

so that's why I'm callin' from this number.

Um...

Yeah, yeah.

I got tied up with some stuff today.

Um, just finished doing that for a little while.

Anyways, I should be home fairly soon,

couple hours or something.

All right, bye.

Thanks, man.

Yeah.

You, uh, you in some kind of trouble or somethin'?

Well, you're not, like, law enforcement or anything,

are you?

No.

It's fine if you don't want to tell me.

I'll give you a ride either way.

Well, it's just I, uh,

I lost some weed for this one guy.

And I'm not like a drug dealer guy or anything.

This was just, like, this one-time thing.

It was this buddy I used to know in high school.

I ran into him.

And he was talkin' about how he was needing help

selling some stuff off,

and I guess I sort of, uh, talked myself into it.

You lost it?

Yeah.

I was at this house party.

And I was selling it and, you know,

I was having a couple drinks while I was there.

And, um, I don't know what it was,

but, man, that second drink

just like knocked me the fuck out, you know?

And like I don't black out when I drink,

but somethin' was goin' on with this one.

Yeah, the lights went out,

and then I woke up about three hours later

on the guy's lawn,

and my backpack was gone.

Yeah, luckily my pants were still on though.

Asshole was still tight.

You really don't want to give me a ride now, do ya?

No, no, it's fine.

You're just, um,

you're very free with your vocabulary.

So you think it was an accident, you passing out at that party?

Yeah.

What?

Well, you don't think it's possible

that someone targeted you?

Why would they do that?

Well, you're at a party with a bunch of people.

Someone sees you with a bunch of marijuana,

selling it right out in the open, right?

They see an opportunity.

Take advantage.

Hm, I don't know.

You're kind of making it sound like

it's some whole big conspiracy or something.

I mean, I really think I just grabbed the wrong drink.

How much of this stuff did you lose?

Just like a couple pounds.

They're saying it's $2500 worth.

Now they're acting all hard like they're gonna kill me

over $2500 worth of weed.

I told them I had a bunch of money

stashed way the fuck out here

and they actually believed that,

like anyone stashes money anywhere in real life.

But, uh...

Yeah, then I just kind of decided

to part ways with 'em back there,

and here we are.

Did that happen just now?

Yeah.

Are they still around here then?

Probably not.

They're not too disciplined.

Fuckin' stupid is what they really are.

Well, the stupid ones are the ones you gotta worry about.

You about ready?

Yeah, if you still wanna give me a ride.

Yeah, it's fine.

I'm happy to.

Don't forget your jacket.

So this osprey is like hovering over our boat for hours,

and it's just sort of like lingering, hovering, scanning,

and then finally it gets tone on something in the water,

like it gets locked into something.

And so it does this swooping dive bomb thing

and it like reaches into the water

and it snatches up this, uh, pretty good size fish.

So we're kind of keeping our eye on it

as it flies closer to the shore,

and it gets higher and higher and farther.

We see this black shape emerge in the air.

It has like a white head and white tail.

And it's like a bald eagle.

- Oh, wow. - Yeah.

And this bald eagle is kind of following the osprey,

he's kind of like chasing it down.

And they get closer and closer and closer,

and then finally they kind of...

there's this little collision,

and then when they come away,

the bald eagle has the fish in its talons now.

It stole the fish from this osprey in midair.

Jesus.

Starts flyin' away with it.

It was badass.

Oh, man.

My fuckin' shoes stink.

I'm sorry about that.

I hadn't noticed.

What's this thing?

Oh, my daughter made that for me.

It's a Clark's Nutcracker.

Huh.

Cool.

So, like, what's your deal?

What do you do?

Well, let's see.

Besides battle depression?

No, I, uh,

I ran my own company for about 12 years

as a financial consultant.

Did some advising, some speaking,

a little real estate, spec stuff, housing.

Eh.

That got me.

Market crashed and the economy tanked.

I lost a lot of money.

I lost a lot of client money.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah.

I had a DUI situation recently

that kind of killed some job prospects,

so, uh, I just try to come up with creative ways

to forget about the personal financial ruin.

Creative ways like, uh, fly fishing?

Eh, not much of an angler.

That spot back there,

my dad used to take me when I was a kid.

I wanted to go back but I could never find it.

I always thought it was north of Craig,

and it finally dawned on me to try going south.

Hm.

And I found it.

And that's where you ran into me.

Hm.

Well, congratulations to the both of us, right?

Yeah.

Meanwhile I got a wife and kid at home

that think everything's all right with Dad.

Do they, uh, not know about your money situation?

Well, they know I'm unemployed.

They don't know that I'm about half a million dollars in debt.

Half a million?

Damn, dude.

Have to buy you a beer now.

We already got beer.

Oh.

Look at you.

You're a fuckin' lamb, dude.

- Can I have one? - Help yourself.

Thanks.

I wouldn't mind stoppin' off though.

Maybe grabbin' a bite to eat or somethin'.

Yeah?

That's cool with me.

I'll buy.

Whatever works.

So, if you don't mind me asking,

these guys you owe money to,

how do you plan on paying them?

Do you have another source of income besides the, uh...

Drug dealing?

Yeah, no.

Like you, I am also jobless.

Yeah, the drug dealing thing,

it was just a one-time thing.

I mean, that's not what I do.

What else have you done?

I mean, are you pursuing anything, career?

Uh... not really.

Do a lot of construction work.

But I'm just kind of not cut out for physical labor.

I'm just not built for it, you know?

I mean, look at these hands, you know?

I've got surgeon's hands.

There you go.

You could be a surgeon.

Yeah, right.

Can you just sign up for that?

Can I start you off with something to drink today?

Um...

- Do you have Miner's Gold? - Yeah, we do.

All right, I'll do one.

- And just water for me, thanks. - Okay.

This is my daughter.

She made the Nutcracker.

Cool.

Why a Nutcracker?

Like what even is that bird?

It's like a camp robber.

We had one that used to hang out on our deck

trying to eat the cat food.

My daughter became very curious about them.

Almost obsessive.

They're fascinating birds

because they depend on the white pine tree,

the seeds, as a food source.

And the white pine tree depends on the Nutcracker

to spread its seeds.

It's a codependent, symbiotic relationship

between two completely different life species.

Hm.

Oh.

And during the summer and fall,

the Nutcracker buries caches of seeds

into the ground.

And months later in the winter,

after covering thousands of miles,

they can remember the exact spot where they buried those seeds,

even under two, three feet of snow.

And they always bury more than they can eat

so that the leftovers, still in the ground,

have essentially been planted,

grow into trees.

The bird's renewing its food source

without even knowing it.

I find it fascinating.

I could see you're bored.

No, no, I'm not bored.

All right, are we ready to order?

Yeah.

Nothin' for me.

Nothing?

Bill, buddy, this was your idea.

Like what?

I can't win with this guy.

All right, I think I'm gonna get a, uh,

grilled cheese sandwich on white with fries.

And, uh, what kind of soup do you have?

We have vegetable, beef, and tomato.

I'll do, uh, tomato, a cup.

And is there anything else?

Well, uh, I was actually thinkin' about, like,

asking you out on like a date,

but, uh, you probably wouldn't want to

or you're, like, super busy all the time

or you're like washing your hair a lot,

or you like have a scary boyfriend

or something like that.

Uh, no.

"No" to all of those things,

or "no" you don't want to go out on a date?

Just a general no to all of it.

All right.

I'm glad I didn't actually officially ask then,

'cause that would be awkward, right?

You shouldn't do that.

This is a workplace for her.

So? If she's offended,

she can spit on my grilled cheese

or squirt Visine in my soup or something.

It all evens out.

But you're putting her in a position

where she has to do something like that

to even things out,

and that's not right.

I think you overthink things a little bit too much, Bill.

I'm just joking around with her.

That's the problem and my point.

Joking to you is not jokin' to her.

All right, well, whatever it is to her,

I have too much respect for her

to assume that her entire day is gonna be ruined

by some stupid shit that I say to her.

I mean, for all you know she's back there right now

creaming her shorts to a mental image of me.

That's definitely not happening.

You know what they say about women, right?

That... women are like condoms.

Yeah, women are like condoms.

They spend more time in your wallet

than they do on your dick.

Dude, your face.

You need to lighten up.

Didn't you say you have a girlfriend?

Yeah, speaking of nutcrackers.

And how does she feel

about these views you're sharing with me?

Listen, I'm just lucky she lets me out of my kennel

every once in a while, all right?

You don't have to worry about her.

What does she do?

She's a paralegal.

She works at a law office downtown.

She's actually got her shit pretty together,

definitely more so than me.

I, uh...

I spend a lot more time in her purse

than she does in my wallet,

I gotta admit.

Now it begins

Devin.

Now that you're gone

What if I told you I know a way

for you to get the money you need

to pay those guys back?

What have you done

Okay.

I'm guessing I have to do something.

Yeah.

Uh-oh.

Here we go.

It's not what you're thinking.

Yeah, well, I have a pretty wild imagination, Bill.

It's nothing sexual.

- Is it legal? - Does it matter?

Has that stopped you?

This is my life

All right, so what is it?

I don't want to get into it here.

We can talk about it in the truck.

Not sure I want to get back in the truck with you now, Bill.

You're gonna want to.

You're gonna want to hear this out.

Love you again

And just trying to stay

Oh but you try to go

I try to pretend

It's over and...

This is gonna sound bad.

Just don't say anything for a minute after I tell you.

Just let it sink in.

It feels stupid to say aloud,

but there's no other really clear way to put it.

I want you to kill me.

Can I say something now?

Okay.

- What the fuck? - I need to be killed,

and I need it to look like murder.

- Why? - Insurance policies.

My family, my debt would be completely taken care of.

I would do it myself, but...

- Okay. - It won't pay off

if it's suicide.

I mean, even an accident won't pay what I need.

It has to be murder, to look... to look like murder.

I've been planning this for a while,

but I've had problems finding someone

to facilitate it.

Now, you help me with this,

I have some liquid money in bank accounts

that I can give to you,

more than enough to pay your debt.

We'd make it look like a robbery,

make sure you don't get caught.

There are no ties between us.

This doesn't... this doesn't feel right.

Devin, do you believe that I'm serious?

Can you look me in the eyes and believe that I'm serious?

Yeah.

I knew there was something weird going on with you,

no offense.

It's this fuckin' depression I'm ridin', man.

It goes one direction, down.

You think you hit bedrock, but it just keeps goin'.

Now we're where we're at now.

All right, so, I don't do murder.

No, it's not murder.

I want you to do this.

It's assisted suicide.

You're doing a good thing for me and my family.

They're prepared.

We've come to terms.

If it's not you that does it, it'd be somebody else.

All right, so when would you want to do this?

As soon as possible.

Talking like a couple days or?

No, like today, like right now.

Now?

No, dude, no way.

I can't do this now.

- I need some time... - No, you don't get time.

The more we interact, the more we plan,

the more it'll look planned.

It's gotta be spontaneous,

spur of the moment, a chance encounter.

It... like...

like what actually happened between you and me.

Look, that's why this is so perfect.

These circumstances, the way we met.

It's meant to be.

Come on, you...

You have to do this.

Look.

I get it.

This is fuckin' crazy.

But it's real and it's happening.

Because if it doesn't,

I don't know what I'm gonna do, you know?

I can't say I don't go home to the wife and kid

and really...

really do somethin' bad to them, you know?

So you should keep that in mind.

Their sake.

Because I don't know what I'm gonna do.

In one minute, I'm gonna start this truck

and I'm gonna drive away from here.

If you don't wanna be a part of this, get out.

Find your own way home.

But if you're in the truck when I drive away,

you're comin' with me the rest of the way down.

I apologize for my urgency.

Like I said, I've had a hard time finding someone to do this.

Met a guy in Great Falls, but he kept flakin'.

Go ahead and look in that glove box.

Now look in the envelope.

It's $1,000.

I had it all ready for the last guy,

fuckin' chicken.

I can get you another couple hundred today.

All right, so, um, so how's this gonna work?

When we get into town, we'll find a nice spot.

Somewhere out of the way where no one'll see us,

but not too far out of the way where I can't be found after.

You have any ideas? I'm not too familiar with Helena.

I thought you were from here.

Ah, no, Great Falls.

Well, this is like way out of your way.

It doesn't matter now.

When we find the place,

you're gonna bind my hands behind my back

with one of those zip ties.

You're gonna use this.

Go ahead, take it.

Get a feel for it.

So you want me to, uh, cut you or stab you?

Mm, something like that.

We'll figure it out.

I'm not gonna slit your throat, all right?

I couldn't do that.

I don't want that either.

You're not gonna have to do anything

you're uncomfortable with.

I'll do all the work.

I mean, I've done some crazy shit before,

but this is like...

You'll be fine.

All I need for you is to tie my hands.

Are you sure you don't want somethin' a little less brutal,

like a choking or a shooting?

No.

It's gotta be as brutal and raw

and senseless as possible.

I want the stabbing.

It's what I deserve.

All right.

I just wanna show you

that the PIN number I gave you is real.

1322.

That's another $200,

so you know my word is good.

There's a little less than $4,000 left in the account.

That's all the liquid money I have to my name.

It's yours.

All right, so, uh, beer cans and...

Yeah, the beer cans and the towel, yeah.

Right or left?

Uh, go right.

Yeah, there's some fairgrounds down here

that might work out pretty good.

Not busy then?

Nah, it's pretty dead most nights there.

You ever, uh, talk to a shrink about any of this stuff,

maybe get on some meds?

Please don't try to talk me off the ledge.

No, I'm not.

I'm just trying to, uh, I don't know, relate.

I want to address my problems, not fog them with drugs.

And you think this is the best way

to address your problems, to kill yourself?

Yes.

You got any final requests or anything?

Like what?

A cigar?

I was thinking more like a piece of ass or something.

No.

Well, that's a fuckin' bummer.

I really wanted to get you a piece of ass.

What's this?

It's a duck pond.

Ducks?

Last fuckin' thing I'm ever gonna hear.

Here.

And remember: 1322.

Got it.

I'm gonna call my wife and let her know.

Need me to step outside?

No, no, stay here.

Hi, honey.

Yeah, no.

Nah, I didn't have much luck today.

Yeah.

Hey, uh, listen, I was on my way back

and my tire blew out.

Yeah, I got a guy here who's gonna help me change it.

Okay?

Yeah.

I'll be fine.

Just tell Morgan I love her and I'm sorry I missed her.

Okay.

Love you.

Bye.

Sorry about that.

Oh, man, don't be sorry, but I just thought...

Let me see your driver's license.

Why?

Just let me see it.

Just, uh, need to check your address.

Why?

'Cause we're at the point now

where if you don't go through with this,

like if you tie me up and run out on me or something,

I'm gonna track you down and I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.

And I'm gonna kill your fuckin' girlfriend.

Hey, man, you don't have to talk to me like that.

- You understand? - Yeah, but you don't have to...

- Yeah, but do you understand? - Yes!

Yes, I do.

But you don't have to talk to me like that.

Like what do you...

You just got off the phone with your wife

and you're talkin' to me like that?

Like what the fuck is wrong with you?

Life sets traps everywhere.

The things you think you love can become traps.

Work, a deal, family.

Wife, kid.

And then you wake up one day and you realize

that the thing you thought you loved is a fuckin' trap.

And when you're in it,

man, the love I had is gone.

It's out there somewhere.

I'm out there too.

Right now.

I'm like the opposite of a ghost.

My spirit's gone but my body's still here.

Everything that has ever happened

and everything that ever will happen

is happening right now at this moment.

We just can't see it.

We're stuck with this time thing, you know?

The illusion of time.

Let's go.

Grab those gloves.

- These gloves? - Yeah.

Here, roll your window up.

Gardening?

Now, listen, you're gonna want to wipe down

all your fingerprints, okay,

inside and outside, when you leave, all right?

Wipe everything down.

Here's your sweatshirt.

You're gonna wanna take that with you.

Yeah, hang on.

All right, what am I doin'?

You're gonna wipe down all of your fingerprints,

inside and out.

Yeah.

Anywhere you might have touched.

Um...

Yeah, the cooler.

All right.

Okay, that's good.

Now, Devin, listen.

All I need you to do is just hold the blade

in the middle of the steering wheel, okay?

That's it.

- Just hold it firm, steady. - All right?

- Okay? - Yeah.

All right, now grab a zip tie

and tie my hands behind my back.

A little tighter.

Yeah, that's good.

Now grab the zip ties, the bag,

and put it in your pocket.

You're gonna need to dispose of them.

All right.

Get the knife?

Yes.

Oh, the knife.

All right, good.

And look, you're gonna wipe that down too,

right now, 'cause you're gonna leave it here.

All right.

All right.

Now, I'm gonna slam my body onto the blade.

I just need you to hold the blade,

that's all you have to do,

just hold it straight, tight.

All right. What about the horn?

I disconnected it.

All right.

- All right? - Yeah.

- Like that? - Yeah.

Okay.

Here we go.

It's not deep enough, man.

It's gotta go deeper.

Come on, hold steady.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Come on.

- Shit. - Just... Jesus, grab it!

It fell down.

- Come on. - Dammit.

Come on.

Dude, you have one job.

Hold the... hold the fuckin' knife.

- I'm fuckin' holdin' the knife. - Hold it straight.

- I'm holding the fuckin' knife. - Let's go!

All right, well, then go fuckin' deeper.

God dammit, this isn't workin', man.

- No, it's not. - What am I paying you for?

- Just... - What do you want me to do?

- I'm holding the knife. - Just do it, do it.

- Do what? - Just stab me.

Do it, just fuckin' stab me.

Stab me, god dammit, stab me, stab me, stab me!

Motherfucker!

It's stuck.

Shit.

Fuck.

Come here, come here.

Okay, come over here.

Come here.

Lily.

Come here.

Okay, sit.

Down.

Yeah.

What's that?

Oh.

Come here.

Okay, come here.

No, come here.

Lily.

Come here, come here, come here, look.

Yeah!

Sit.

Okay, follow me, come on.

Good girl. Wait, come back, come back, come back.

Wait, stop, stop, stay.

Good girl.

Okay, sit.

Yeah.

Come here.

No.

Yeah.

Are you ready?

Are you ready for this?

Did you get my voicemail?

No.

You've been here all night?

Yeah, why? Was I supposed to be somewhere?

No.

Wait, come back, come back, come back.

Lily, look at the treats.

I'm gonna throw some shit in the laundry.

Oooh, can you get this?

Sit.

Stay.

Oh.

Yeah.

Laundry and a shower.

That's classic cheater behavior.

Yeah, you caught me.

Couldn't let you smell my clothes or my dick

'cause of all the banging I've been doing all day.

Yeah, I thought so.

I actually know what that's like

'cause I've also been banging all day,

like so hard.

Like the whole neighborhood.

Oh, you finally fucked the neighborhood.

Congratulations.

It was very fulfilling.

Um, one thing though, when you do your banging,

can you try to not do it in like a swamp or whatever,

because your shoes fuckin' stink.

Had to put 'em outside.

Hey, you got it, no more swamp fucking.

Cool.

Lily, get down.

Hey.

Come on, get down.

Come on, let her stay on the bed.

Not tonight.

Aw, why not?

Come on, get.

No, not tonight. Come on, come on.

Oh, Lily, I guess he's only sleepin' with one dog tonight.

Ooh, yeah, get him, Lily.

All right.

Okay, fine.

There you go.

Sorry, Lily.

That fuckin' dog needs a yard.

Then get her one.

Well, maybe I will.

With what?

This is the police.

Tell us where the drugs are.

Dildo.

Boo, bitch.

Are you fucking serious right now?

That doesn't look very centered to me.

What?

Hey, hey, I'm tryin'...

Why do you have to keep fuckin' with me?

I'm trying to pay you back.

Here, check the envelope.

Don't fuck with me first.

It's all there, $2500,

plus a little bit of extra gas money

for the little field trip that we took.

Where'd you get this?

A friend.

You don't have a friend.

All right, well, are we squared away then?

Can you check it and just make sure?

Are we good?

All right, I'll take that as a yes.

Now, since I'm here,

and since we're cool and everything,

I was wondering if maybe,

possibly I could get like a little...

Oh, did you need some more drugs to, oops, lose?

All right, if you're just gonna like...

Look, we can keep fuckin' with each other back and forth,

or we can turn around and walk out

of each other's lives forever.

Let's do that.

Okay. But I just want to make sure

that we're like legit, truly okay.

Like you're not gonna come chase me

with like a guy with a gun whose weird.

Like can we squash this shit

and just shake hands like gentlemen?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Let's do that.

We're cool.

We're good.

Dumbass.

Hey.

Uh, I'm at this girl's place.

Yeah.

Yeah.

1077, right?

But the guy's in the back.

Yeah.

Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, right, I'm sorry.

Devin?

Devin, what are you doing?

Just sitting here.

Did you wet the bed or something?

What?

It's like the sheets are all wet on your side.

Just a dream.

Just go back to sleep.

What, did you have a sweaty little dude dream last night?

Hey, what are you doin' on my laptop?

You mean your "jacktop?"

Ah, just goin' through some of your search history here.

Some filthy shit you're into.

Fuckin' gross.

Decided to open Pandora's Box,

didn't you?

Probably found

my ultimate fantasy website,

EmployedBoyfriends.com.

You're fuckin' mean.

Oh, hey, babe, we have, uh, church today.

Church?

Yeah.

I don't go church.

Why would I do that?

Because I signed us up for offering.

Come on, you have to.

Seriously?

Yeah, I wouldn't lie about church.

It's Sunday.

God dammit.

All we have and all we are comes from God,

our Creator, our Redeemer and Sustainer.

Each breath we take,

the strength to take each step,

everything is a gift from God.

Let us offer back to God our tithes, gifts, and offerings

as a way of thanking God for the countless gifts

God has blessed us with.

Would the ushers come forward

to take the morning's tithes, gifts, and offerings.

Can you hold this?

Praise on high the Holy Ghost

Amen

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

What happened in there?

I don't know, I just got like super dizzy

and like nauseous.

Yeah, you're like sweating.

How do you feel now?

I feel better.

Pretty much went away as soon as I walked out.

You're not trying to get out of this, are you?

If I was trying to get out of this,

I'd be less stupid about it.

Passing out in front of a bunch of seniors.

Well, what do you wanna do?

Do you wanna go back in or go home?

- Yeah. - Yeah, let's go.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Excuse me? Can I help you?

Okay, hussle Huck.

Come, Huck!

Here, here.

Yes Huck.

Stay.

Come here.

Yeah.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Aw. - Who's this?

This is Dash.

This is Marsha's dog.

Well, yeah, she blew out her knee,

so I'm running him today.

Cool.

Here.

Here, here, here, here.

Can you take that outside?

Why?

'Cause there's no drinking in here.

Get up, get up.

It's embarrassing.

Come on.

Good luck.

Devin!

Mm. Turkey noodle soup, my favorite.

Melatonin finally kicked in.

Did you know the guy that got killed

at the fairgrounds?

Bill Burdick?

Mm...

Why would I know him?

He's from Great Falls or whatever?

How would I know him?

Like, why would you ask me that?

Because you called me from his number

the day he died.

Where'd you get that?

A sheriff's deputy came into my work today

and asked me about it.

They asked me about a phone call that I got,

and... they showed me pictures of you.

- Pictures of me? - Yeah.

You, at ATM machines.

There was even one of you two together

at an ATM machine.

They asked me if I knew who you were

from the photo.

I told them that I wasn't sure.

Do they plan on talking to me,

did they say?

Yeah.

Do they know that I'm staying here with you?

I don't know.

Probably.

So you did know him, then.

And you just sat here and lied to me about it?

Well, what do you think, Erica?

Do you think that I'd do that?

You think that I would just kill somebody

for their money?

I don't know!

I mean, tell me, tell me.

What am I supposed to think?

They said that you were with him

the day he died,

and you've been acting really strange

ever since it happened.

Devin, the say that you were the last person

to see him alive.

So tell me, what am I supposed to think?

Where are you going?

Yeah, hi, I'd like to speak to someone

about the death of Bill Burdick?

So, you come in off the street

and you say you were at the crime scene

with the victim.

Okay.

Tell me something about it.

Okay, what do you want to know?

Something you'd only know if you were there.

Say... what was the murder weapon,

for example?

Well, it wasn't murder,

I just want you to know that,

and that I didn't do anything, but, um...

he died, uh, it was a knife.

- A knife. - Yeah.

What kind of knife?

I don't remember, exactly, um...

I know it had a black handle

and it was like a flip-up style.

Where would we have found it?

- The knife? - Yeah.

Um...

Still in his chest.

Okay.

Moving forward.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be

used against you in a court of law.

You understand that, correct?

- Yeah. - Okay.

You have the right to an attorney.

I don't have an attorney.

Well, one can be provided.

Okay.

'Cause you're gonna need one.

We're gonna be placing you under arrest,

regardless of how this goes.

I'm just letting you know.

Yeah.

Yeah, I get that.

I mean, I don't think I'm gonna need one, though,

right now, so.

All right.

Whenever you're ready.

All right, this is gonna sound... stupid?

I'm just, like, trying to think

of the best way to...

describe what happened.

Well, what do you mean, "stupid"?

Just wanna tell you,

just don't say anything for, like, a minute.

Just kinda let it sink in.

Okay.

Anytime you're ready.

It's all right.

This whole thing,

it was like an assisted-suicide

type of situation.

It was like a Kevorkian type of thing.

And I assisted with it.

And how did you assist in his death?

He wanted to die in a very specific way.

He wanted it to look like a stabbing,

and so, he needed somebody

to tie his arms behind his back

and hold a knife to the steering wheel,

and then he did the rest.

And so, that's what I did,

but, um, I didn't kill him.

All right, Devin,

just so you'll know.

Four different kinds of questions.

One question describes what the test is about.

There's gonna be three questions

directly related to what you've been charged with.

There's gonna be three lie questions.

Those are questions that I will initially

ask you to answer truthfully

and then direct you to lie.

You have to lie by answering no

and react appropriately.

So I have to lie to those questions.

By answering no.

The lie questions start with "Did you ever..."

Okay.

They're the only questions

you're allowed to lie to.

All other questions on this test

you must answer truthfully.

Do you understand

I won't ask any unreviewed questions?

Yes.

Is your home in Montana?

Yes.

Did you ever violate a rule?

Mm... yes.

All right, Devin, you messed that up.

When I ask you a question

that starts with "did you ever,"

your instructions are to lie by answering no.

You've gotta do it.

This is your test

and my instructions are important for you.

- So you got it? - Got it.

You gotta answer no.

So we're gonna go back to that last question.

Is your home in Montana?

Yes.

Did you ever violate a rule?

Yes.

Devin, you messed up again.

Answer this question truthfully.

At any time in your life,

did you ever violate a rule?

- Truthfully? - Yes.

- Yes. - Okay.

On the questions that start with "did you ever,"

you need to lie by answering no.

I thought that's what I did.

All right.

Sorry.

All right, so we're going back to that question.

Is your home in Montana?

Yes.

Is your first name Devin?

Yes.

Do you live in Helena?

Yes.

Did you ever make one mistake?

No.

Are you the person who cut that man?

No.

Did you cut that man?

No.

Was it you who cut that man?

No.

Please remain still.

This test sequence is complete.

Hi, Devin.

I'm Kristin Dunkle,

I'm with the public defender's office.

I've been assigned to your case.

Have a seat.

You doing okay in here?

Yeah, I guess, so far.

Okay, so what's going on right now

is that the state is still deciding

what they're gonna charge you with.

I can push for negligent homicide,

but I think, with the attention on the case,

it's best to prepare for the worst,

which would be deliberate homicide.

Deliberate homicide?

Yes... basically, murder.

Well, once they land on a charge,

I'm gonna see what I can get for you,

but any deal is probably gonna yield

a sentence of 20 years to life

with a possibility of parole.

Good behavior, I can get you out

the lower end of 20.

- So I'd be pleading guilty. - Correct.

Yeah, but I didn't kill him.

Okay, so... what?

He wanted to die,

and he wanted me to help him die,

so that's what I did.

I didn't do anything wrong

so I don't understand why they would want

to charge me with homicide or whatever.

I mean, did you not read my statement

that I gave to the police?

I did read the statement.

It says right here he asked you to kill him,

and we're supposed to believe that?

I mean, I know it sounds fuckin' stupid,

but it's what happened.

Okay, um... I'm sorry.

Are you planning on pleading not guilty?

Yes!

Okay, if you do that...

All right, no, you should not be doing that,

because you could be facing the death penalty.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm just a little bit confused.

If you're planning on pleading not guilty,

why have you been speaking with the police?

Well, 'cause they're the police.

I mean, they bring me in, they ask me questions.

Like, what else am I supposed to do?

Uh... remain silent?

You know that right of yours

they read when they arrested you?

Yeah, but, like,

I'm not trying to hide anything.

I'm just trying to cooperate.

All I did was tell them the truth.

Okay, well it doesn't matter if you told the truth.

What matters is if they believe it,

and they don't believe it.

I read it, I didn't believe it,

because it's not a believable story.

Look, a man was found bound

with his arms behind his back

stabbed to death

and you admit you were there.

You had to understand that there were consequences

even if your involvement was limited.

The physical evidence of this case supports

murder overwhelmingly,

and your story does nothing to disprove it.

In fact, you story does more to incriminate you

than it does to exonerate you,

because you put yourself on the record

at the scene of the crime.

I mean, look at it this way.

At the very least, you're an accessory.

You're also a witness,

not to mention a beneficiary,

because of the ATM withdrawals.

Look, I'm suggesting once again we listen

to what they have to offer and you take a deal.

We're talking about the death penalty.

We have to plead guilty.

Devin Michael Fowler,

you have been charged with

the deliberate homicide of William Burdick.

On the charge of deliberate homicide,

how do you plead?

Not guilty.

Oh, fuck, Devin.

You know that I didn't just

kill this guy for his money, right?

I mean, if I was gonna do that,

I would do that and then just admit to it,

and then I wouldn't look like such a fuckin' idiot.

Why did you take the money?

That looks so bad.

He wanted me to take it.

It was, like, part of the deal.

Uh, he said that I could take whatever I needed

from his bank account.

And you didn't think you were gonna get caught,

like, going to all those ATMs?

How could I?

It's just surveillance footage.

Like, it's all grainy and shitty.

You can't positively identify anybody

based off that.

Plus, like, I wore a hat.

My God. Devin.

What?

It's the fuckin' phone call.

It's what ties me to the whole fucking thing.

If I hadn't have made that call,

they would have no idea who the fucking blurry guy

on the footage is.

You know, I almost forgot your number?

Like, I could barely remember it

when I made the call?

And now it's the reason I'm in here.

I just...

I can't believe you fucking fell into this.

Yeah, well, neither can anyone else.

I mean, the police, you...

Fuckin' lie detector doesn't even believe me.

When did you take a polygraph?

Uh, when they were questioning me.

Was Dunkle with you?

No. This was before.

Goddammit, Devin!

Why... why would you do that?

'Cause I'm a fuckin' idiot, all right?

I get that I shouldn't have talked to anybody.

This is why you don't wait a fucking week

to call me.

I could have helped you through this.

Well, I don't want you to feel like

you have to be here helping me.

I'm not gonna let you go through this

on your own, okay?

And I talked to Dunkle.

It sounds like she could use some of my help.

Yeah, but this could be bad for you.

I'm here, okay?

That's that.

Why did you take my coat?

I don't know, I just grabbed it.

Well, hopefully, I'll get it back.

I'm sorry.

Well, how's Dunkle?

She's all right, I guess.

I don't know about that hairstyle, though.

Devin, don't do that.

What?

Her fucking hairstyle?

No. They did the same thing to Marcia Clark

for the O.J. trial and it was bullshit.

Yeah, and she lost, didn't she?

At least you didn't get one of those ponytail lawyers.

Or a balding ponytail lawyer.

Why don't those guys ever get shamed

for what they look like?

I don't know how you managed to get yourself in here, Erica,

but keep in mind,

these are not conjugal visits.

So I need you both to be professional

at all times, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

Now, Devin,

in order to build this case,

we're gonna have to examine and touch on

some of the mistakes you've made.

So I'm gonna need you to just toughen up

when I do that, okay?

Okay.

Erica?

Devin.

We think you should reconsider your plea.

Think about doing a deal.

'Cause unless you change your story...

I'm not pleading guilty.

Unless you change your story,

we won't win this.

It's unwinnable.

Devin, this is your life.

I didn't kill him!

And I'm not gonna say that I did.

I don't care if I get a life sentence

or if I get the death penalty.

Real easy to say that right now.

Well, I just said it

and I'm gonna keep saying it,

so stop asking.

Right now,

it may not seem like there's a big difference

between 20 years and death,

but trust me, Devin, there is.

Twenty years from now,

you could be sitting in there

looking back at this very moment...

You guys have me fuckin' locked up forever already.

I'm saying it for the last time.

I'm not gonna sign up

for some guaranteed prison sentence

and admit to something that I didn't do, period.

So can we move on, please?

I'm sorry, I gotta... I can't be in here.

She's right.

We won't win.

Did you seriously just say that out loud?

Aren't you my lawyer?

Yeah, as your lawyer,

I'm gonna work my ass off for you.

But it's also my job to prepare you mentally

for all outcomes.

Now.

The only approach we really have with this case

is to call into question the definition of homicide

as it applies to what happened.

I mean, the evidence is pretty limited.

There's no DNA at the crime scene.

There's no bloody clothes,

there's no eyewitnesses.

All they have is the phone call

and the ATM withdrawals.

And of course, your sworn statement, Devin.

- I just... - I know, I know.

Even if it was the truth, it doesn't matter.

Your sworn statement makes their entire case for them.

The judge isn't gonna just throw it out.

You're unwilling to recant,

you're unwilling to pursue an improper interrogation,

so they're going to destroy you

with your own words.

The defendant was unemployed.

He was desperate.

He came across William Burdick

and he saw an opportunity.

This was essentially an abduction.

He confronted Mr. Burdick

and he forced him against his will

to drive him back to Helena where he lived.

Forced him to withdraw a large sum of money,

presumably to confirm his ATM PIN number,

continuing on to a secluded location

near the defendant's home.

There, he proceeded to stab William

eight times in the chest.

He was killing him for money.

He took his ATM card, his cash,

and proceeded to all but liquidate

his bank account in subsequent days.

He was spending Bill Burdick's money

less than 24 hours after his death.

Devin Fowler is guilty of deliberate homicide.

You must find him guilty.

Abducted... it's bullshit.

When you stopped at the restaurant,

that would be the only time anyone saw

both of you together, correct?

Yeah.

Is there anyone at all that would remember you?

The waitress?

We will not deny

that the defendant was at the scene.

We will not deny that the defendant

was involved in the death of Bill Burdick.

What we will deny

is that Devin Fowler killed Bill Burdick.

We will prove that this is not a homicide

and that the deceased actually solicited

his own death,

and that he used Devin Fowler,

exploiting his kindness for his own gain.

He was a professional motivator,

a motivational speaker.

This is what he did for a living.

He plied the defendant with alcohol,

he pressured him intensely,

he lied to him.

And for what?

"What could he possibly gain?" you might be wondering.

Money.

Life insurance money for his family.

And how much debt was Mr. Bill Burdick in?

Uh, I don't have the figures in front of me,

- but... - I do.

Sheriff Campbell, Exhibit 9.

Summary of Bill Burdick's accumulated debt.

Can you go ahead and please look over those figures

and tell me if those look correct,

based on your investigation?

Uh, yes, these are correct.

And can you read out loud the total sum of debt?

$484,022.

Thank you.

And how much money did Mr. Burdick's wife

and children stand to claim off the life insurance policies?

Uh... approximately $1.2 million.

Wow!

That's a lot of money.

And, Sheriff Campbell,

did you deliver the unfortunate news

to Mrs. Burdick?

In the presence of another officer, yes.

And can you describe her reaction to the news?

Objection, Your Honor.

His assessment of her reaction

is subjective and irrelevant to the case.

Sustained.

Sheriff Campbell, do you know why

Mrs. Burdick isn't present here today...

or any other day of the trial,

for that matter?

- Objection. - Sustained.

- Mrs. Dunkle? - I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I'm just wondering out loud why we haven't heard

a peep out of the deceased's wife.

I guess I have no further questions.

The waitress remembers you.

She said you hit on her.

No.

Didn't happen.

Nah, I was just joking around, if anything.

She's 19, asshole.

But she remembers him?

Yeah.

What about Burdick?

She said he looked scared.

What?

Burdick? She said Burdick looked scared?

No.

No fucking way.

Oh my God, no!

There's no fuckin' way... oh!

No. She's just, like...

she's gotta just be saying that

'cause she knows what happened, like,

after the fact.

There's like no fuckin' way he looked scared.

What do you think?

Does she hurt us or help us?

Well, she didn't see him with a gun to his head

or a knife at his throat.

Was the defendant holding Mr. Burdick at gunpoint?

Did he have a gun?

Uh, not that I saw, no.

- A knife? - No.

So he wasn't holding him against his will

in any way that you could see?

Not, not that I saw.

But Mr. Burdick looked scared, you say.

- Yeah. - How so?

Like... like scared.

Yeah, scared like how?

How would you describe a scared expression?

Um... I don't know, I...

I mean, he was looking kind of...

Looking what?

Worried?

Oh, so he was looking worried.

Not necessarily scared.

Objection, Your Honor, this is just semantics.

Your Honor, I'm just trying to point out

the subjective nature of her observation.

Continue.

So the defendant coulda just been worried.

Now, how would you describe the difference

between worried and scared?

Um... I...

Based on the wounds,

point of entry, the placement,

the depth, and the force required,

it is my conclusion that the wounds

could not have been inflicted upon the victim

as described by the defendant.

Would you say the chaotic, varied nature of the wounds

would indicate force being inflicted

onto the body in a stabbing motion?

Yes.

We'll get a second opinion.

Yeah, I mean, aren't there guys out there for hire

that'll just, like, side with us?

Hm, they're not free.

Who wants to pay for that?

Based on my findings,

the wounds were absolutely consistent

with Devin's story.

So it is possible for the deceased

to have received these wounds by lunging into a knife

in a fixed position?

Yes.

Such as was placed

on the car steering wheel.

Correct.

Sheriff Campbell,

after hearing the defendant's story,

did you go back and check the deceased's vehicle?

Yes.

And did you check the horn?

Yes.

Had it been disabled?

Yes.

Hm.

There's no way of knowing

when the vehicle's horn was disabled,

is that correct?

- Yes, that's correct. - So it's possible

the defendant could have disabled it

after the murder.

Yes, it's possible.

There's no way of knowing.

Thank you.

You know, Burdick actually mentioned

he actually tried to get someone else

before me to do this for him in Great Falls.

- What? - Did you tell the police?

No, I forgot till just now.

Devin!

Yeah, but like...

if the guy is still out there...

Yeah, that's huge.

We coulda used this way earlier than today.

Yeah. Sorry.

Did he describe the guy at least?

No, nothing beyond what I just told you.

Uh, he was just, like,

some guy that he had tried to get to do it.

The guy was bilking him for money,

like, stringing him along,

but then he just ended up basically flaking on him.

But if he's still out there somewhere

and it's real...

Yeah, maybe I could talk to Campbell?

Maybe we could put a piece about it

in the newspaper up there.

He might come forward.

Did your brother show any signs of depression?

None whatsoever.

Uh, really... we were really tight.

He was the most stand-up guy you ever met.

So when the defense says

this was all a case of assisted suicide...

It's ridiculous.

It's sickening.

There's a special place in hell

reserved for that table right there.

Guy's own fuckin' family didn't even know him.

Oh... where are we with the Great Falls mystery man?

Nowhere.

The Tribune ran a couple pieces

but nobody came forward.

Yeah, why would they?

I don't know, what are we...

how else are we supposed to find him?

Running out of time, guys.

Is there anything else we haven't covered here?

Well, I know you don't wanna hear this, but, uh,

I still think I should take the stand.

Well, I'm still not putting you on the stand.

If they hear what happened directly from me...

Mr. Fowler, did Mr. Burdick ask you to kill him?

Answer the question, please.

Remember, you're under oath.

See? You're already overthinking it.

It already looks bad.

And if you were to be honest,

the answer would have to be yes.

The defense rests.

By his own admission,

Devin Fowler tied the victim's hand

behind his back,

held the murder weapon against the steering wheel

while he threw his chest into it multiple times.

That's according to him.

That alone, by the most liberal definition,

is homicide.

That alone, by the strength required to hold a blade steady

while it's being plunged into a person's chest,

is enough to constitute homicide.

We don't even have to prove that

Devin Fowler is a liar.

We don't have to do that for you,

ladies and gentlemen.

The evidence is already insurmountable.

But the defense's insidious attempts

to try and humanize this completely

malicious and inhumane act

is an insult and a disgrace

to the family and the friends of the victim.

And to this courtroom.

He stabbed him eight times for money.

Devin Fowler is not a murderer.

He has displayed absolutely no violent behavior

in his past.

He wasn't looking to kill anybody that day.

He's not some money-grubbing lunatic.

He's a kid who needed a ride

and willing to help a stranger,

and that stranger used him,

exploited him for his own personal gain.

Bill Burdick would not have died that day

if he hadn't have wished it so.

Bill Burdick's life was not in Devin's hands,

it was in his own.

Devin Fowler was just the instrument that he used,

the cliff to jump off of.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

this is not a homicide.

You must rule not guilty.

Mr. Foreman, has the jury reached a verdict?

Your Honor, we have.

Bailiff, could you collect the verdict, please?

Thank you.

Will the defendant please stand

for the reading of the verdict?

"In the case of the People of the State of Montana

versus Devin Michael Fowler,

we, the jury, find the defendant guilty

of deliberate homicide."

The defendant is now remanded to the custody

of the sheriff.

I'm so sorry, Devin.

We will set a date for sentencing

in the near future.

Here, this way.

Lily finally won a ribbon!

Her first one.

Don't look at me like that.

Like what?

Just don't do that.

- Do what? - Fucking talk to me like that.

I would like to have a real human interaction

with you when I'm here,

not some flippant, passive-aggressive attitude.

Is that possible?

Yeah, sure, absolutely no problem.

Why are you such an asshole to me every time I come here?

I mean, what does that do for you?

Does it make you feel good to treat me like shit?

It'd make me feel good if you stopped coming here.

Okay.

What about what I want?

I mean, have you ever thought about that?

Have you ever thought about me?

Maybe you should just sit here through these visits

with a big smile on your face for me

because of all the fucking time

that I've put into you.

All the fucking time you put into me?

- Yeah. - Yeah, it's wasted.

Although, you know, being part of

a high-profile murder case definitely didn't hurt

your little law career.

Okay, Devin, yeah,

because that was my master career plan

the whole time we were together.

Date a murderer.

Oh, and now that you don't need me anymore,

now you're trying this whole

weak, sullen, push-me-away routine?

First of all... first of all,

don't expect me to feel fuckin' sorry for you

'cause your feelings are hurt.

When we're done here,

you get to walk out and go home.

Where the fuck am I again?

Oh, how could I forget?

'Cause it's all about you, all the time.

It's not about me!

If it was about me,

I would want you to come here every day

and visit me and support me and love me.

I'd fuckin' love that.

Believe it or not,

I'm actually thinking in your best interest

when I treat you like shit.

Because I think that at this point,

that's gonna be the only thing

that gets it through your head

that you're wasting your time with me.

Clearly, I've been a complete fucking waste of your time.

Again, where are we right now?

You're not a prison wife,

so get the fuck outta here.

Get the fuck outta here.

Devin...

- Be gone! - No, I love you!

I love you!

You don't love me;

I'm just something for you to take care of.

I'm like the dog or something.

I'm like Lily.

That's not true.

Something for you to take care of.

'Cause you're like a saint

and I'm just like a fucking...

a fucking clown.

That's not true.

Devin.

Devin?

Devin!

Your Honor,

the prosecution seeks a sentence

of no less than death.

Thank you.

Your Honor,

based on the non-traditional circumstances of this crime,

of which we've illustrated during trial,

I recommend strongly

that you do not sentence this man to death.

Thank you.

I'll never see my son again because of you.

His children will never see their daddy again

because of you.

Do you have any idea

what carnage you have brought to our family?

You can rot in prison and burn in hell.

To Amy, to Morgan,

to my sister,

to everyone in my family that you damaged?

For what?

For what? Money?

He was full of life.

He was full of love,

and you took it all away.

He loved Amy and Morgan more than anything

in the world.

He would never, ever leave them.

I know Devin.

I know him better than anyone in this courtroom.

Better than anyone who's ever passed judgment on him.

Or soon will.

I truly know him,

and I feel lucky,

because I think it's rare in life

to really, truly know someone.

He doesn't have a huge family

or an extended support system

pleading with you and telling you

what I'm telling you right now about him.

It's just me.

I'm not trying to pull at your heartstrings.

I'm just trying to give you an idea

of the kind of person that they want to put to death.

He's not a violent person!

He's not a danger to society!

He's never committed a violent crime.

So I'm asking you, I'm begging you,

please... just don't take his life.

Thank you.

Mr. Fowler, do you wish to address the court?

Yes.

I want to say sorry to the family and friends

of Bill Burdick.

I'm sorry for their loss and for what I did,

whatever you think that I did.

I definitely think that I should be punished,

but I don't think that I should have

my life taken from me,

because Bill Burdick is where he wanted to be

right now,

and I don't think that he would want this for me.

I wish I'd lied from the beginning,

I should have lied.

Then none of us would be here

and the family wouldn't be feeling

the anger and the pain that they feel.

So again, I'm sorry for what happened.

Thank you.

Will the defendant please rise for sentencing?

Mr. Fowler,

your continued refusal to accept responsibility

for this horrible crime

and your continued disrespect of the victim

is truly unsettling.

You know what you did.

You killed this man.

I hereby sentence you to life in prison

without the possibility of parole.

Bailiff, take this man to prison.

Hi, uh, Mr. Fowler.

Sorry, um...

I don't, uh...

It's hard for me to explain exactly...

exactly why I'm here.

It's okay.

I think it's your dad finding new ways to haunt me.

He showed me a picture of you.

You, uh, made the Clark's Nutcracker, right?

The what?

The paper bird ornament

that was hanging on the mirror of his car.

You made that, right?

Oh. I-I don't know.

Maybe, if he said so.

Um, it's been a long time.

Yeah. Sorry.

Don't apologize, please.

I'm not here for that, okay?

The last thing I need to hear is another "I'm sorry."

You understand?

Yeah.

It, uh, it gets very old.

And I wanted to let you know

I'm not here to make you feel guilty

or anything like that, I...

Devin, I...

I wanted to come in here face to face

to tell you that I believe your story

about what happened.

What do you mean, you believe my story?

What does that mean?

I've spent some time studying the case

the last couple years

and remembering that time,

and my mom,

the way she was about it, she...

She's never come out and said it

but I know it's true.

She's not happy about me being here,

I can tell you that,

but I had to come.

'Cause I also think you saw a side of my dad

that no one else had ever seen, and...

I'd like you to tell me about it,

if you can.

And you think that's gonna be helpful for you?

Yeah, well, my thing is,

like, people...

When people talk about him 'cause he died,

they only have good things to say.

Nice things, happy memories and stories,

which is fine, but it's...

it's not all a person is, you know?

That doesn't help me understand him.

So just anything he said that day

from the time you were with him

about that side of him would be helpful,

if you remember.

If I remember?

That's all I think about.

Um...

He talked about being depressed.

He'd said, "Depression is like a ride,

and I think I'm on that ride now."

He talked about being scared of himself,

of what he might do to other people...

like, he could do, like, physical harm, maybe.

Like, that's how deep his thing went.

The place on the river where we met

meant something to him.

I think he had said something about

his dad taking him there when he was a kid.

Do you know where it is?

Do you think you could tell me where it is,

describe it to me?

Yeah.

Uh...

Uh, there's a dirt road

that runs between Craig and Wolf Creek.

You take the road south from Craig,

about a mile down on the left,

there's, like, a dirt road that leads down to the river.

There's, like, a wooden gate.

That's where it was.

It's pretty gutsy coming in here all by yourself.

How old are you?

Twenty-one.

What do you do?

I'm going to school right now.

What school?

Montana State.

Bobcat.

So what do you think of my dad?

Do you hate him?

Do I hate him?

Uh...

I mean, I try not to hate anybody.

Um, but there's anger for sure.

Do you think he wanted you to get caught?

Well...

Having me in here definitely goes

a long way towards making sure the, uh,

insurance check clears.

But, um, at the same time,

there are other things that kinda go against that,

like why would he make me wipe down

all my fingerprints?

Why would he make me throw away the beer cans

that I drank?

False reassurance?

Make you trust him more?

Maybe.

I mean, I'm never gonna know.

I can go over it again and again in my head,

but, uh, there's no answer.

I mean, at a certain point,

I'm just gonna have to pick.

I'm gonna have to decide,

and that sucks.

I know you don't wanna, like hear this,

but, um...

I'm still... sorry.

Please, don't.

Seriously, don't.

I should be apologizing to you for what he did.

- No. - He did this to you.

No.

He wanted you to get caught.

- You don't know that. - He used you.

You don't know that.

You're not a violent criminal.

You would have never done anything like this

- if it wasn't for him. - It doesn't matter!

I had a choice.

I could have done something else.

I could have, like, walked away.

I could have, like, helped him.

That's what you were doing.

You thought you were helping him.

This is not how I thought this was gonna go.

You coulda just come in here and, like, let me have it

and just, like, call me a bunch of names or something.

Like, you gotta come in here and, like,

feel sorry for me?

I was meant to be in here.

It was meant to be, I'm supposed to be in here.

You don't know, you just said you don't know.

I'm the one he did it for, right,

so shouldn't I get to decide?

He was wrong and he was a coward,

and he ruined your life

for my benefit.

And I wouldn't...

I wouldn't be able to live with myself

if I didn't come in here to tell you

how sorry I am,

and that I...

I wouldn't want that,

I-I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Morgan...

Life sets traps

everywhere.

You coming in here and feeling sorry for me

and getting hung up on this whole thing,

that's a trap that you can't fall into.

You actually have the option

of forgetting about all of this

and moving on with your life.

You have to do that.

Do you hate him?

Well, there was a time when you didn't hate him, right?

Or at least when you could answer no

to that question?

A time when things were simple?

Well, that's happening right now.

Everything that's ever happened

and everything that ever will happen

is happening right now.

It's just not happening here.

It's happening out there somewhere.

Ten light years from the Planet Earth

right now in this very moment,

your dad is alive,

casting his line out onto the Missouri River,

and I'm out there,

running around free,

doing stupid shit.

We're meeting on a riverbank...

and we're friends.