Saving Grace s01e09 Episode Script

- [ Radio: Alt-Rock .]
- [ Woman Moans .]
[ Both Laughing .]
Give me some more of that.
[ Man .]
Uh-uh.
[ Both Laughing .]
- Hope that's my Passion Red.
- Beautiful canvas.
That's cold.
- What are you writing? - Eh.
Ooh.
[ Laughing .]
- [ Phone Ringing .]
- I gotta get that.
- Zack.
Give me the phone.
- It's probably a wrong number.
Come on.
Get the cuff key.
- How did you get this scar? - Give me the phone, man.
I'm a cop.
It could be important.
- A cop! Shit! - Zack.
Zack.
- Come on, man.
What are you doing? - Sorry.
I don't do cops.
- I was kidding.
- It's not funny.
I'm not a cop.
I'm a secretary at a law firm.
The guys I work for will sue your ass if you leave me here.
Nice knowin' ya.
No! Zack! You shithead! - [ Door Slams .]
- Oh! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! [ Muffled Scream .]
[ Acoustic Guitar.]
[ Man .]
So pretty and, oh, so bold Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road - She said, ''I don't even think that God can save me'' - Save me Am I gaining ground Am I losing face Have I lost and found my saving grace Thankful for the gift my angels gave me [ Train Whistle Blowing In Distance.]
Shit.
[ Blowing .]
[ Gus Grunts .]
[ Straining .]
Gus.
My leg's going to sleep.
- Move.
Gus! - [ Grunts .]
- [ Knocking .]
- [ Barking .]
- [ Ham .]
GraceI - Oh, shit.
- GraceI - Yeah.
If you're in bed, stay there.
Why didn't you answer the phone? We got a homicide, girl.
We only got a little - Ham, will you unlock the cuffs? - Where's Zack? - Please.
Ham.
Please.
Ham.
- [ Footsteps Departing .]
- [ Door Closes .]
Shit! [ Grunts .]
[ Footsteps Approaching .]
- Who's Zack? - Oh, perfect.
And what's his signature doin' there? Earl, help me out of these cuffs.
[ Chuckles .]
- Wish I could, Grace, but I can't.
- Key's right there.
[ Chuckles .]
Right there.
- God'd throw a flag for interference.
- Somebody's dead, Earl.
And some asshole killed him, and that asshole's walkin' around having a nice day.
Not if God has anything to say about it.
You can teach me a lesson some other time.
Right now, I gotta get to work.
Well, as do I, Grace, but it looks like one of us is gonna be late.
- [ Laughing .]
- [ Strained Laugh .]
Sure gonna be nice having you in one place for a while.
So, what you wanna talk about? [ Muffled Scream .]
[ Earl Chuckling .]
- You already removed the body? - Yes, I already removed the body.
- Uh, male victim.
Hard to tell what age.
- Yeah.
Hard to tell.
Squatter found him by that door.
Didn't see much.
Shit!Jesus Christ! Didn't see much except you jumpin' out of your boots, cowboy.
Sparrow seen flying from the scene.
We got an A.
P.
B.
on him.
All-alert bulletin.
Gotta be careful.
Suspects could be watching us.
What? They made me do it.
I'm serious, man.
Get that thing outta there.
Get it out.
What happened? Were you attacked by a small bird when you were little? I just don't like small birds.
Don't do that, Henry.
And I didn't bust your friggin' Vince Young bobblehead, yo.
I dusted the pieces yesterday.
I found two sets of prints-you and Grace.
Must've been the time I tried to shove it up your ass.
OhI USC title game.
You cried like a little bitch.
- Where's Grace? - Where is Grace? She got tied up.
Okay.
I got blood away from the victim over here which usually means the killer cut himself.
But that's written in blood.
Drops could be spillage from that.
She was tortured.
Yeah.
These slash marks- none of them are fatal.
- Killer spent time hurting her.
- They're all over her face and shoulders.
She hasn't been dead very long.
Rigor hasn't fully set in.
[ Bobby .]
Lots of anger, stabbing.
Usually a person- What's this ''evil'' shit on the wall? Looks like a purse dump.
- [ Bobby .]
Any I.
D.
? - No.
Purses always get to me.
I think about my sisters.
Check it out.
She worries about money, bad breath.
Smokes pot.
Chocolate for the munchies.
- Goes to bars.
- Beer Cantina.
Hey, Ham.
Beer Cantina.
Isn't that where you and Darlene spent your honeymoon? Handwritten numbers.
Looks like seven of them.
Could be a phone number.
Seven smudged numbers.
Good thing you go to church, Rhetta.
It'll take a miracle to decipher that.
So Grace is where? She's gonna want to see this.
Yeah, I imagine she would.
Apples and hay and grain - [ Phone Ringing .]
- [ Murmurs .]
- [ Tone Beeps .]
- I left you a message on your cell.
Where are you? You need to see this crime scene.
It's brutal.
I hope everything's okay.
Call me.
And why is Ham being so pissy? - [ Tone Beeps .]
- [ Footsteps .]
- Earl? - Yep.
- Are you eating something? - Had to go to the Middle East.
Got a hankering for some of Mustafa's tabbouleh.
Caught him right before he closed up shop.
Okay, look.
I admit I messed up.
Could use a little more lemon.
You must be getting awful hungry.
Open wide.
What-What is this crap? Best tabbouleh on the planet- this planet.
They got some good tabbouleh on ''Paxtibar.
'' Little planet about a trillion-zillion miles from Earth.
Paxtibarians take great pride in their tabbouleh.
Kind of like you guys and oil.
- Are you finished? - With my tabbouleh? - Look, I learned my lesson.
- Uh-huh.
In your head, that means, next time, you hold the cuff key.
What do you want, Earl? - What do I have to do to get out of these things? - Start leadin' a different life.
- [ Handcuffs Jangling .]
- Buy self-releasable handcuffs.
[ Shouts .]
- I need to get to work.
- Yes, you do.
So unlock these handcuffs so I can go to work.
You're talkin' about your job.
I'm talkin' about your life- the work you need to do on it.
- You gotta get ready, Grace.
- For what? - For whatever plan God has for you.
- I'm ready! Okay? I'm ready! I don't know about that, girl.
Wanna watch TV? Oprah's on.
[ Grunts .]
Cause of death was a sliced aorta.
There's no sign of sexual assault.
Anything distinctive about the knife? Switchblade- three, maybe four inches long.
Bobby's trying to track it down.
- Victim have a name? - Not yet.
There's nothing in Missing Persons.
We can't put out a picture.
But she was wearing this necklace.
- Bobby and Butch canvassing the area? - Yes, ma'am.
- What about Grace? - I don't know.
Don't know where your partner is? Has she checked in? I think it was family stuff.
I'm sure she's fine.
- Did you speak to her? Where is she? - She's home, I think.
You think? [ Cell Phone Beeps .]
Bobby, go by Grace's house.
Make sure she's okay.
[ Earl .]
I lost my favorite T-shirt on that bet.
It had a picture of Golda Meir- pre-'67- embroidered on the pocket.
Knew I should've taken the over but I've always been a sucker for the underdog.
Goes with the territory, I guess.
- [ Phone Ringing .]
- Whoever heard of a war lasting only six days? Please answer the phone, Earl.
Can't.
Boss doesn't like us doin' phone surveillance.
- Sure would make life easier.
- [ Phone Beeps .]
Hey, it's Doug.
I need to talk to you about Clay.
You are not going to believe what your favorite nephew did.
Here's a hint.
He's grounded till Thanksgiving.
Call me.
- [ Phone Beeps .]
- I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that- you talkin' to a kid about something he done wrong.
Earl, take your damn wings and flap your smart ass back to Egypt.
And while you're there, tell Mustafa his tabbouleh sucks.
[ Door Opens .]
- [ Door Closes .]
- Oh, shit.
- [ Door Opens, Closes .]
- [ Phone Ringing .]
Grace, this is the third time I've called you.
You're either dead or someplace with Earl.
So call me.
And- Oh-oh-oh.
If you're on a trip with Earl bring me home a surprise.
I think I'm onto something.
Doug, call me, man.
Grounded till Thanksgiving? What'd Clay do, wear a Longhorn T-shirt? - Hey, Luke.
- Hanadarko, baby.
- Where's my five bucks? - Shit, man, you cheated.
- You can't get in on a bet at halftime.
- Why not? You always do.
- Coroner's office took the body a few hours ago.
- Oh, yeah? You know, for a coroner, Henry sure has been happy lately.
[ Chuckles .]
- Run it down for me.
- Nude female, maybe 25.
Hard to tell, her face was so cut up.
Found by a squatter last night around 2:00 a.
m.
Watch your step.
Looks like somebody didn't like their corn bread and beans.
I got it from here.
You buyin' me a pitcher of beer at Louie's, Hanadarko.
Ha! [ Vomits .]
[ Gags .]
[ Vomiting .]
Hey.
Is everything okay? - Bad morning.
- I called you three times.
- I know.
I brought you something to say I'm sorry.
- [ Cell Phone Ringing .]
- What is it? - [ Beeps .]
Hey, Doug.
Yeah, I'll be here.
Okay, man.
I'll- I'll see you then.
He is really upset with Clay about something.
- Is this a duck? - Whittled by Earl.
- Earl whittles? - Yeah.
He's not exactly channeling Michelangelo, is he? I also brought this.
Earl drinks while he whittles.
Our warehouseJane Doe- bottle's from a similar case.
Did you stop by the crime scene? The blood on the wall is the victim's.
What case is this? Why doesn't it have an evidence tag on it? Grace.
Oh, no.
Forget it.
I didn't steal it.
I got it 1 00% legally.
Somebody's already dusted it for prints.
Maybe you could get D.
N.
A.
off the mouth of the bottle.
You think you know this guy.
- Why is all the Earl shit out? - Don't change the subject.
I'll tell you when I piece it together.
- The Earl shit-What are you doing? - I'm theorizing.
About how to get rid ofhim, I hope.
What if all this stuff means something? What if it's, like, a language? A language of symbols, a language of angels.
What if I sneeze and a 1 965 Mustang comes flying out my butt? What? I wonder if Earl has ever left anything behind for Leon Cooley.
If he did, doesn't matter.
On death row, you'd be lucky if they don't confiscate your used toilet paper.
Hey, I may have a Missing Persons match.
Guy coming in-his daughter's description's a good fit with our victim.
What about the canvass? Some grocers saw a dark S.
U.
V.
parked outside the warehouse around midnight.
Didn't see anyone.
Butch is shaking down one of his C.
I.
's.
Why'd the killer choose this warehouse? Who owns it? Japanese company whose name I can't pronounce.
[ Door Opens .]
Pork chop.
I owe you an apology.
You owe your team an apology.
Where were you this morning? - I took some personal time.
- Why didn't you call in? - I should have.
- Why didn't you? And why shouldn't I bench your ass? I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.
Don't you dare.
[ Chuckles .]
Should I be worried about you? No.
I have Rhetta for that.
This is your friend talking, Grace.
Should I be worried? - It's just family stuff.
- God.
That's the same bullshit Ham just tried to feed me.
It's no bullshit.
My brother-in-law's coming in.
We got to talk about my nephew.
Really.
- What's going on with Ham? - What about him? Well, he's pissed at you, and I don't think it's over paperwork you didn't do.
Whatever crap is going on off the job, that shit'll get you killed on the street.
So fix it, Grace, or I'm gonna reassign you both new partners.
And that is not your friend talking.
That's your captain.
Whatever you want to say to me, Ham, say it.
- I'm so sick of your shit.
- What shit are you sick of? Be specific.
- Who was that guy- someone that you met at a bar? - Grocery store.
- What the hell are you doing? - What I'm not doing is explaining any part of my life to you.
You sleep with every guy you meet? Only the ones willing to give me a ride home.
- You can be such a bitch! - Listen, you judgmental asshole.
You got out of your wife's bed hoping for a quickie before we hit the crime scene.
I'm sorry I wasn't available.
[ Door Slams .]
[ Ham .]
Mr.
Duncan.
Have a seat.
[ Exhales .]
This is Ella.
We have breakfast every Wednesday- pancakes.
Only she's never been late, let alone not show up.
You say you last spoke with Ella yesterday.
What time? Last night around 7:00.
I went back and I checked my cell phone.
- When was this? - Last night.
- What time last night? - I just told you.
I'm sorry.
Go ahead.
Look, my wife, she went by Ella's apartment and her work.
Oh.
Her work, her work.
She works at Mercy Hospital.
She didn't show up today.
Do you know if Ella had plans last night? - She was going out with friends.
- Did you speak with any of them today? Her best friend,Jennifer.
She hasn't talked with Ella either.
I know that I'm supposed to wait 2 4 hours, but- [ Breath Quavers .]
But Ella-This is- Well, she wouldn't do this.
She'd call me.
Mr.
Duncan, does this mean anything to you, sir? - Why do you have this? - You recognize it.
[ Sobbing .]
No.
Oh, God.
It's not the first time this guy's done this.
He enjoyed it.
- You get a look at the victim? - Yeah.
I got a hit in ViCAP from 1 1 years ago.
- You already ran it? - Happened in Tulsa.
Victim didn't give her name, didn't say much to the local cops.
- [ Bobby .]
Anything from your C.
I.
? - We'll see.
You feelin' okay? - Yeah.
- I stopped back by the warehouse.
Luke said you got sick.
I'm fightin' a bug.
How'd you know to move the locker? What locker? I looked behind it.
Thought I saw something.
- So ''evil''is really ''devil.
'' - Yeah.
- Which M.
O.
you run through ViCAP? - ''Devil.
'' Hey, we got a probable I.
D.
on the victim: Ella Duncan, 2 4, physical therapist.
- Went out with her friends last night.
- You got an address on her? - Dad had a key.
- Let's go.
- I'm gonna ask- - Want me to- You got a visitor.
Hey.
- Where'd you get this? - The Internet.
- Oh, wow.
- I walked in on Clay while he was watching this.
It's his turn now.
[ Clay .]
Hey, Claire.
You want a piece of pie? [ Grace .]
Oh.
[ Laughing .]
- Do you believe that? - What'd he say? He was with friends.
They were doing it.
Lame shit.
I know he feels bad about it.
It's not like Clay.
I don't get it.
It could have something to do with me.
- I'm kind of dating someone.
- Kind of? Well, actually, I'm dating someone kind of seriously.
That's great.
We ever gonna meet her? - What's her name? - Lisa.
- Last name.
I wanna run her.
- [ Laughs .]
Okay.
Take your chances.
No, but you're gonna love her, Grace.
She knows more about football than I do.
She loves to bowl, hunt.
Makes me laugh.
- And she's smart.
- Can't wait.
You know she'll never take the place of your sister.
Shit, Doug.
It's been 1 2 years.
Mary Frances has been wondering what took you so long.
- [ Snorts .]
- [ Laughing .]
Well, I- It seems- I think Clay's having a hard time with it.
It seems like he likes her, but- I don't know.
It's the only thing I can think why my son's turning into such a jerk.
I'll talk to him.
I want you to put the fear of God into him.
I'll do what Uncle Bud did to me when I set the convent on fire.
- Uncle Bud, the Texas Ranger? - Mm-hmm.
What'd he do? [ Patrons Chattering .]
Jennifer, thanks for meeting me.
I'm sorry I have to do this now.
But I need you to go through last night for me.
It was your birthday? - It's not your fault your friend is dead.
- What do you want to know? Everything from the time you met Ella to the time you left her- what you did, where you were, who you talked to.
Did anyone buy you drinks? Anyone go outside to smoke a cigarette or a joint or to get laid? Nothing you say can surprise me or get you in trouble.
It was your birthday- four best friends out to party.
I've been there, okay? So just be honest with me.
Um, we met at 8:00 at this restaurant downtown- Aunt Sassy's.
Do you know if he gave Ella his phone number? - Yeah.
I saw him.
- He wrote it on a matchbook? No.
He put it in her cell phone.
But, um, there was another guy.
They were dancing.
- I think they went outside for a while.
- How come they went outside? To smoke a joint.
We were all pretty wasted.
- Ella talk to anyone? - This cute guy from New York.
He's visiting his sister.
He bought us drinks.
You remember if he paid with cash or credit card? Cash.
He- [ Laughs .]
told us he never used plastic 'cause he likes the way money feels in his pants.
- [ Laughing .]
- You know his name? Jerry.
- How old is he? - Our age.
Twenty-five maybe.
- She wouldn't have left with him.
- Even if she was drunk? No way.
Ella may have taken his phone number but all of us, we think it's crazy to go home with some guy you meet in a bar.
Maybe.
I mean she could have.
We've picked up guys before.
We know it's stupid.
Let's go back to Aunt Sassy's.
You were having a good time, drinking a lot.
You notice anybody else- anybody watching you guys? There was an older guy at the bar.
- Ella thought he was sexy.
He was kind of watching us.
- How old? I don't know.
Forty, 45.
Will you work with us on a sketch? Sure.
Why the hell should I talk to you about anything? I thought maybe because I'm a friend of Detective Hanadarko's.
So what? And because I know about Earl.
You know shit about Earl.
Actually, Mr.
Cooley, technically that's not true.
Mr.
Cooley? What you know about Earl? I know he's an angel.
- He your last-chance angel? - No.
- You ever met him? - No, sir.
But I know he takes you places and I was wondering if you ever come back with anything.
A migraine.
- Anything else? - Why you wanna know? Because maybe the things you come back with mean something.
Now, how you know that, cop? You a cop? No, sir.
I'm a person who believes God has brought Earl to save my friend.
Earl's some heavy-duty help.
She kill somebody? Just you.
The only thing I ever brought back, I got with me right here.
[ Chains Jangling .]
- You got a tattoo with Earl? - In Cuba.
- ''Holy Redeemer.
'' Is that your church? - Never heard of it.
Me and Earl out drinkin'.
Couple mojitos later, both get tattoos.
Earl has a tattoo? Where? Tell Detective Hanadarko to ask him.
That way, I ever see you again and you know the answer I'll know you ain't full of shit.
- Thank you.
- Till then- you'll just be a pretty lady I can spend some of my loneliest hours thinkin' about.
[ Door Buzzes, Opens .]
Friend of mine says he saw an S.
U.
V.
last night.
Maroon.
He told me it was parked outside the warehouse.
Some dude was helping a girl puke.
This friend get a description? Yeah.
She was a hot blonde.
Not her, Razor.
Of the dude.
No.
It was too dark.
This shit ain't worth It was 60.
And, uh, this next shit will be.
- My friend got the plate.
- Of the S.
U.
V.
? - KATE-something-2.
- What's the something? He thinks a letter.
Maybe a ''B.
'' So, it's, like, one of 22 letters.
- Twenty-six.
- Twenty-six? Pretty sure.
KATE-something-2.
Good job, Razor.
- Butchy, hey.
- What? I'm thinkin', how about instead of the cash I could go over to your place and make you supper? And then, like, give you a massage.
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm afraid I know exactly what you're saying.
This pans out, I owe you a tank of gas.
- When you gonna tell 'em? - Tell 'em what? Why you got that scar on your back.
Can't tell what I don't remember.
You remember waking up with a sliced shoulder.
You remember moving out of your house a month later.
Bought this place.
You ain't gonna tell 'em.
You ain't ready.
- Get up, girl.
- No.
Rematch.
Wrestling.
I win-you tell 'em.
You win-you get to carry that secret long as you want.
- You cheat.
- Fine.
We'll do it your way then.
- Here.
- [ Grunts .]
What the hell am I supposed to do with this? Bang your head against it for a couple more decades, Grace.
I gotta get back to France.
[ Gus Yawns .]
[ Strains .]
Shit.
What are you doin' here so early? - What are you doin' here so early? - No.
What are you doin' here? Family stuff.
[ Clears Throat .]
Butch.
I didn't bust your Vince Young bobblehead.
- I figure it's Ham.
- It's not Ham.
[ Laughs .]
I'm not ever gonna know, am I? If I figure it out, I'll tell you.
I just need to be careful.
Me too.
- Will I ever get another one? - You want another one? Guy can't ever get enough bobbleheads.
[ Door Opens .]
- Thanks.
- I'll take it from here.
[ Old Punk Chuckles .]
Take a seat.
Give me your right arm.
Act like a tough guy, get treated like one.
I'm-I'm- I'm sorry.
I know it was stupid.
I can handle stupid, Clay.
We're all stupid sometimes.
What I can't handle is mean, being violent.
- Aunt Grace.
- My name is Detective Hanadarko.
And if you like watching yourself so much- Great.
Let's watch.
Hey, Claire.
You want a piece of pie? [ Laughing .]
[ Screen Shuts Off.]
That is assault, Clay.
Claire could press charges against you.
And you don't even need to go to trial, because the evidence is right here.
Claire.
That is her name, isn't it? - Let me hear you say it.
- Claire.
What do you say we watch you assault Claire a few more times? Hey, Claire.
You want a piece of pie? [ Laughing .]
Ready to see it again? Hey, Claire.
You want a piece of pie? [ Laughing .]
Bartender remembers Jerry from New York.
Said he's been coming in every night for a week.
- But not last night.
- I'm checking the airlines.
What about the older guy from Aunt Sassy's? - He show up at the bar? - Yeah, bartender doesn't remember him.
ShitI ShitI Retaliation for the, uh, Vince Young bobblehead.
- He thinks I did it.
- Guess so.
I think we got something here.
Remember those grocers saw a dark S.
U.
V.
outside the warehouse? Butch has another witness saw a guy near a maroon S.
U.
V.
around midnight helping a girl throw up.
[ Clears Throat .]
How we doin' on the wrap-up? - Who's your witness, Benny? - Street kid I've known for a while.
He gave me the tag: KATE, some letter and 2.
So I ran every letter in the alphabet.
Found three that are close.
KA TE-B-25.
A Taurus.
Belongs to a 25-year-old girl.
No record.
KATEE 2.
Woman's husband bought a Jag, so she got one too.
No record.
And KATER 2.
An S.
U.
V.
leased to Tolliver Catering.
Jeremy Tolliver's the owner.
No record.
Jeremy.
Jerry.
Could be the sketch.
- Could be the guy's not from New York at all.
- Do we know where he works? He's got a catering truck, works the I-3 5 industrial corridor.
Butch and Bobby at his house? No one's home.
They're talking to his neighbors.
- I don't think he's our guy.
- Based on what? The hit we got in ViCAP happened in 1 996.
Jeremy Tolliver was 1 5.
A 1 5-year-old could've been in a bar, had a girl take him home.
Doubt it.
The restaurant-supply store is right down the street from the warehouse.
He buys stuff there for his catering truck.
That's how he knew about it.
Look, if his S.
U.
V.
was there, we gotta talk to him.
I just think we should ask who else drives it.
- You got another suspect? - Not yet.
Then what the hell do you have, Grace? Or is that none of my business too? I mean, what the hell's with you? Detectives.
State troopers spotted the catering truck.
Bobby and Butch are on their way.
This is the address.
You are their backup.
Are they gonna be safe? [ Police Radio Chatter.]
[ Man .]
Cheese dog.
Guacamole on that.
[ Man #2 .]
Do you work in this area? [ People Chattering .]
Looks just like the other sketch.
Check out the orange apron.
Jeremy was at the emergency room last night.
He burned his hand.
I think that's his stepbrother, Scott.
He's staying with him right now.
Gettin' a divorce.
Jeremy drive his S.
U.
V.
to the emergency room? His wife drove him in her car.
[ Bobby .]
Ran down his employees.
Stepbrother was arrested five days ago - domestic abuse.
Beat his wife, threatened her with a switchblade.
[ Ham .]
We're seizing this truck in payment for back taxes.
- You wanna step out? - Come on.
Let's go.
Step out of the truck now.
- Drop it.
- [ Footsteps Scuffling On Steps .]
- [ Ham .]
Let's go.
- Hands behind your back.
Spread 'em.
Illegal knife.
You're under arrest.
[ Butch .]
Move.
[ Earl .]
What you in for? You're in the slammer.
You must have done something bad.
I- I pushed a pie into a girl's face.
Her name is Claire.
You always been such a tough guy? - I don't think so.
- Why'd you do it? - I don't know, sir.
- Sure you do.
We almost always know why we do things.
We just don't always like fessin' up to it.
Maybe because I wanted to be cool.
[ Laughs .]
You ain't the first to have that come back and bite you.
Who's taking a crack at this guy? - I need to do it alone.
- Why alone? Because I owe all of you an apology.
Get Rhetta for me, will you? [ Door Closes .]
Eleven years ago, a girl picked you up in a bar.
She took you home.
You had sex.
You took your knife and cut her across her shoulder.
Do you remember? - No.
- Yes, you do.
It was your first.
What happened? Why'd you leave this? Did you get scared? Did you scare yourself? It wasn't me.
Five months later, you got married- hoping a wife might fix this urge you got.
But it's been simmering, hasn't it? All these years.
And five days ago, it boiled over.
You went after your wife.
And what you did to Ella Duncan.
You're not scared anymore.
Soon as I saw the word ''evil'' on the warehouse wall I knew there was a ''D'' somewhere because you did the same thing in my bedroom behind a door.
[ On Speaker.]
What is this evil-devil bullshit, Scott? Your mommy call you an evil little boy? Call you the devil? Tell you women are evil? Especially women who go to bars.
All I had to do was buy you one drink.
Bourbon and Coke, right? [ Low Shudder.]
Right.
[ Scott On Speaker.]
You were drunk when you walked in.
Asked me to light your cigarette.
We played pool.
Bending over to take your shot, you stuck your ass right in my face.
Do you remember? I don't remember you where we met how I got home.
The whole night is a blackout.
Next day, I drove to Tulsa, got treatment, filed a report.
What I didn't tell them was my name or that I was a cop or that you left a beer bottle at my house.
I got your fingerprints.
I ran 'em every week.
But until five days ago, you'd never been arrested.
We found a fingerprint in the warehouse too.
You weren't as careful as you thought.
She was a whore.
Just like you.
I wanna tell Claire I'm really sorry for what I did.
The important thing is we learn from our mistakes.
Here you go, Gus, man.
Ah.
[ Rhythmic Knocking .]
- [ Wind Blowing .]
- Shit.
Earl! Remember this? Yes.
Why are we back? I was wrong.
You are making progress.
Inch at a time maybe, but that's okay.
- I'm proud of you.
- You shouldn't be.
God doesn't sweat the small stuff.
This is the small stuff? He kind of works on a sliding scale.
He let me live, but not Ella Duncan.
Why? - I don't know.
- Ask him.
Scott Tolliver let you live, Grace, and he killed Ella.
Ask him.
All I know is you got big things, big responsibilities ahead.
And what you done today- Well, it's a big step, girl.
Kind of makes me feel like dancing a jig.
- Shall we? - What are you saying? God's got plans with your name written all over them.
- [ Wind Howling .]
- Why would God have my name on anything but his shit list? Better hang on tight.
Your life's about to get a little bumpy.