Truth Be Told (2019) s02e03 Episode Script

Who do you trust with your deepest hurts?
Your most painful truths?
Friends? Partners? Family?
And what would you do if you found out
that your most trusted ally
was lying to you?
That's exactly what happened
to Micah Keith.
In episode two,
we uncovered the shocking revelation
that Drew Turney was not
Joshua Keith's lover.
He was his son.
That discovery only left us
with more questions.
How did they find each other
after all these years?
Why did they keep
their relationship a secret?
And what, if anything,
did that have to do with their deaths?
And that's a cut. We are clear.
Okay.
Can you see if Alana Cave's attorneys
have reached out
to anyone else from the Cave story?
Yeah. I'm on it.
All right. Night, Poppy.
Surely, you know
that man's blood is on your hands?
No one else but you.
You drove Owen Cave to end his life.
I didn't drive him to break into my house.
I didn't drive him to threaten
and assault me.
But you admit that your podcast
drove him to kill himself?
I do not admit that, no.
He was the one in control.
He was holding a gun to my head.
Not bad.
Those are the kinds of questions you can
expect from Alana's opposing counsel.
You did well, but you gotta keep cool.
All right?
Anger is red meat to wolves.
Okay.
So, what are my chances? Truthfully.
Well, we have a good chance
of getting Alana's claims
of wrongful death
and cyberbullying dismissed.
The intentional infliction
of emotional distress,
that's more problematic.
-Why?
-Because it comes down to intent.
I mean, it could be a fight. A big one.
They're gonna be listening this season,
and they're listening for slipups,
so you have to be extra careful
how you handle the Joshua story.
Especially now that
the police have reopened the case.
Well, that didn't scare me.
Just don't give them ammunition.
That's all I'm saying.
Are we too old to pinky swear?
I ain't too old for shit.
You ain't too old for shit.
I got a date. You know, happy hour.
I'll be back early if he sucks.
Next week if he doesn't.
-Be safe.
-Always, Brother Ingram.
I'm out.
I think I should head out too.
What are we waiting for exactly?
We spent six months starting from scratch.
Finding our way back to each other.
You think we're there?
Don't you?
Let's get through the deposition.
What difference will that make?
I wanna see if there's anything
that will come up that I don't know.
You think I'm keeping something from you?
Still?
I wanna say no, Pop,
but experience taught me different.
Ouch.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to hurt.
Then stay.
I'll call you when I get
back to my apartment.
Well, thanks for sitting down with us.
Let's start with your name?
Lukather Shreveport Scoville.
Call me Shreve.
So what we talking about today?
Manhood. Masculinity.
Small things then?
How would you define manhood?
The definition in my mind is
my brother, Noble.
My older brother.
Black men of me and Noble's generation
Racism and manhood
went hand in hand like puzzle pieces.
It broke us into two separate people.
Black men had to fold themselves in
when they left the house
and wait to expand their chests
when they got home.
I didn't do that.
What do you mean?
Peep this.
How many times you watch
some fictional shit on TV or movies,
and Black people are running and hiding,
cowering and crying?
Not everybody did that.
Black people fought the fuck back.
You'd be a fool to believe they didn't.
It's human nature. Always have.
Whether you believed it or not,
or whether you'd seen it or not.
I've never once heard him talk like that.
Guess he wanted to
record his life before
He forgets it.
You take this home. There's a lot more.
Thanks.
I found these too.
They look alike.
They even have the same mannerisms.
I would have welcomed
any child of his in any form.
Why don't I look into Drew?
If you think it'll help the case.
Possibly.
Would it help you too?
I mean, he's a part of who Josh is.
Maybe I'll get answers there.
-There they are. My brothers.
-Hey, Markus.
Herbie.
-Always good to see you, son.
-Long time.
Hey, don't be no stranger.
I know, I know. I've been busy.
I'm taking care of my business.
-I'm handling mine.
-All right, son. All right.
-My man, Herbie.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Good looking out, brother.
-You got takeout in the back.
-I'll go get it.
-No rush.
Is that Markus special ready?
How you doing?
Markus Killebrew?
Yeah, that's right.
You played football
at Tech back in the day?
Wow.
I haven't heard anybody talk
about that in about 15 years.
But yes, yes, I did.
I used to cheer for you.
What? Get outta here.
Charise Spivey.
I know. I don't look the same--
Nah, you look fine, girl.
Come here, give me some love.
It's been a minute.
Couple decades, a matter of fact.
So what's happening?
You just came from work?
Not exactly.
She went missing almost a year ago.
She was last seen
across the street at Bushrod.
You know, I used to be OPD?
What did the police say?
They never even really tried
to look for her.
So I've been doing it on my own mostly.
I was sorry to hear about your daughter.
Capstones's on the streets.
If they hear anything, they come to me.
Thank you.
-I appreciate it.
-Do you have any more of these flyers?
You know, as matter of fact,
can you give me a copy
of everything that you have?
I'll look into it.
Here you go, fam.
-Thanks, bro.
-Yeah.
Got you.
Listen to me.
You keep your head up.
All right?
And I'll be in touch.
-All right, son.
-All right.
Yep. That's him.
I'd already clocked out
when I spotted the fool.
He really tried to press me.
And who was this again?
The passenger who made
sexual advances at me
while trespassing on company property
when I was all alone in the depot.
Better?
Yes. We're doing all we can do, just--
Yeah, you have a blessed night, sis.
Swear supervisors act like
they forgot what it is to be on the route.
What happened?
The other day, this dude came
on my bus and just--
Shit.
Why the cute ones got to be crazy?
You can do better.
Why? 'Cause he doesn't have a car?
No, because baths
and combs are not his friend.
You rude.
Okay.
Keep calling city hall.
If we don't stop it,
this neighborhood won't exist
for us anymore.
That condo development
on Alcatraz is already six stories high.
Now, that's done,
but we can stop the next one.
That's right.
Stay vigilant,
and I'll see you all next month.
Yeah.
Charise? Desiree.
My father told me about Drea.
Hold on Officer Quezado?
Excuse me.
Officer Quezado.
It's Nando.
Nando.
This is Charise Spivey.
Her daughter, Drea, went missing
six months ago?
Almost a year.
Tell me about your daughter.
So, this is Drea.
Ramon?
Ramon?
Can you get the rest of the shoes
from upstairs?
Ramon?
Hey, Ramon.
What's going on with you?
Nothing.
I'm fine.
Can you go upstairs and get the rest of
the shoes and meet me at Bayview?
I have to meet my sponsor kids.
What you doing? Sleeping?
Okay.
Interrupt anxiety with gratitude.
-Yo, turn that up.
-Interrupt anxiety with gratitude.
Oh, shit.
Too high, man.
Hey!
Who's a size 11?
Come on. Come on.
Hey, that missing girl, Drea,
she's from your school.
Did you know her?
-Trini!
-What?
"What?"
I'm sorry. Yes, Daddy?
Can you put your phone down, please?
All right.
So last night when I picked up dinner,
I ran into Drea's mother.
Did you know her?
No, not really.
She's a junior in continuation, Dad.
Everyone at school thinks
she just ran away.
Who in the hell could have so much
to say at 6:30 in the morning, huh?
-You on phone with some knucklehead boy?
-And what if it is?
Well, if it is, then I want you
to bring Eddie Haskell home to meet me.
Who?
Never mind.
Okay, can I have my phone back, please?
Thank you.
I will see you after school.
-Be safe.
-Bye. Love you, Daddy.
I love you too, baby.
-This looks great.
-It's getting there.
I like this one. What does this say?
-All colors are beautiful.
-Yeah, they are.
Yep. That's right.
-I think this is very pretty.
-Thank you.
Daisies and bees.
That's a very happy chair.
My favorite flower and favorite insect.
M.K., how much you think
I could sell this one for?
You'll get a lot more for
those Air Force 1s that you just copped.
-Don't wear 'em, sell 'em.
-Okay.
That's right.
Well.
Once you guys have completed 50 chairs,
we'll set up a fundraiser.
Sell them at auction for $300?
Yes!
Damn, people will pay all that?
Guilty liberals even more.
-White people, right?
-Mostly.
I'm sorry about Joshua.
He was a cool motherfucker.
Yeah, he was.
Thank you.
Sorry I'm late. Traffic.
-Hong Kong milk tea.
-It's perfect. Just what I needed.
See you back at the office.
Hey. Will you come sit with me?
I have to head back to Shelter.
Come.
Sit there.
I know you're in pain.
I know what it's like
when you're deflecting and repressing.
I'm fine. Really.
You don't have to protect me
from your feelings, whatever they are.
And you don't have to be
scared of my reaction.
I'm not.
M.K. This is tight.
Let's start this one at 2000.
You see, you were just like him
when I first found you.
All bluster and noise to hide the hurt.
You know what
I've been thinking about a lot?
That night in Marrakech.
That fabulous rooftop dinner.
-Do you remember?
-Yeah.
I went to bed early,
and you and Joshua stayed up.
He told me you talked till the sunrise.
Something definitely changed
when we got back from that trip.
No, no, no.
Nothing was going on between Joshua and I.
Nothing.
Did you want there to be?
No. I--
You got it all wrong, okay?
I could never do anything to hurt you.
I swear.
You're the closest thing
I've ever had to a mother, so--
Sweetie.
I miss him so much.
Me too.
And I really don't like
when people lie to me.
-Hi.
-Hey.
So I looked into our old friends.
No surprise,
Josie has completely disappeared.
Lanie, of course, is still in jail.
Good riddance.
No word from Lanie's husband, Alex.
Poor guy's being foreclosed.
I'll do a drive-by later.
And I got the--
I got the guest book from Drew's funeral.
They ID'd his friends.
Gonna start running them down.
This is good. A lot of names.
Yeah.
"Leana Parker."
Leana Parker, Leana Parker
I know that name. From Josh.
Back when we were at the Times.
-Seriously?
-Yeah.
Okay.
"North Hampton-based visual artist."
Okay, here we go.
"Started as an assistant
at the photo department in the Times.
Early aughts."
And how old was Drew?
Nineteen.
Hey.
I think I found Drew's mom.
She worked at the Times with Josh,
but before you guys got together.
Well, I wanna meet her.
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
-Okay, I'll reach out to her.
-Okay.
There we go.
-Can I get you anything?
-No, I'm fine.
Shea, can you take notes?
Micah tested
as authentic and radically vulnerable,
which are two key wellness moneymakers.
Engagement is up across all platforms,
so let's take advantage of the time
that we have right now
to build that momentum.
to expect anything from anyone.
I didn't do that to drive traffic.
I had a real moment of vulnerability.
That worked in our favor.
It resonated because it was real.
Why am I at work so soon?
Couldn't we have had this meeting
on a phone or by email?
No.
Because the new investors will pull out
if you don't keep your shit together.
Money, money. It's all you think about.
Are you two fucking?
Would you give us a moment, please?
Thank you.
Why would you ask that?
Why didn't you answer the question?
-Because the answer is no.
-And it's none of your business.
It's all my business.
You need to remember that, Lachlan.
Listen, Micah--
You listen.
Don't mistake my kindness for weakness.
One call, I can have you
removed from the board.
I think we're just--
We're all a little raw right now.
Are we?
I can't be here right now. I'm leaving.
Can I help you?
If you're here about the house,
you gotta go through the bank.
No, I'm--
You're what?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Yeah, I was just--
I was driving by, and I saw the sign.
It's a great house.
It was.
How do you like the neighborhood?
I don't mean to be rude,
but I'm losing my house.
I'm not selling it. So, you know
-Get the hell off my lawn?
-Yeah, something like that.
Okay. Well, good luck.
Thank you.
Okay.
I never thought of myself
as the office-affair type.
How long did you and Josh date?
It wasn't really dating.
We enjoyed each other.
An entanglement?
He was in Beijing
when I found out I was pregnant.
Well, did you ever tell him?
By the time he got back from China
We'd met in Shanghai.
I couldn't bring myself
to tell Josh about the baby,
so I put him up for adoption.
You stay in touch?
Not until Drew found me.
I reached out to explain myself,
but he never returned the call.
Did your boys ever get to meet?
Just on the phone.
I wanted Tim to know he had a big brother.
I took a screenshot
from our last FaceTime.
He has my grandfather's smile,
and I wanted him to see.
May I?
What is it?
It looks like Shelter housing.
It's Ramon's apartment.
He said he was at his boyfriend's place.
Thank you.
Hey, hey, hey. Hold on, hold on.
You good?
My boss thinks
I was fucking her dead husband.
How's that for a good morning?
Were you?
He didn't like dick, trust me.
Memento?
My ex spilled the wine on it.
I'm taking it to the dry cleaner.
Bad breakup, huh?
You could say that.
Ramon and Drew?
Apparently, there was
an ugly breakup a few weeks ago.
Maybe Ramon thought Drew was seeing Josh.
Jealous boyfriend. Boss's husband.
Hell of a motive.
That's an angle.
An investigation into Ramon.
Overlooked assistant turned
jealous boyfriend turned tragic murderer.
Motive, no evidence. We have to be smart.
When we were in the military,
me and Noble were in the same unit.
Our superior officers would force
the Black enlisted men
to fight each other
while they placed bets.
There was this one officer.
Real junkyard dog redneck.
And one day, this motherfucker tried
to get me and Noble
to fight each other to the death.
We took one look at each other,
and we just--
We just whipped his ass.
I mean, we whipped
this motherfucker's ass.
I mean, we just-- We stomped him, just--
Stomping him in his face,
and just stomping him in his head
and just stomping him.
They threw us in the brig,
beat us both with clubs.
Beat me until I didn't know
my fucking name.
Dishonorable discharge for both of us.
But when I got out,
I never took orders again.
From anybody.
Do you think those boxing matches
and that beatdown led to your
current medical issues?
Yes. I do.
That old junkyard dog won in the end,
didn't he?
He's gonna rob me of everything I love.
Ain't that a bitch?
Ramon Tomas. Inspector Aames.
You mind if we talk?
I'm busy. Fuck off.
Or we can do this down at the station,
of course, but, you know, coffee.
Here you go.
So, give me a reason to believe
Ramon Tomas had nothing to do
with this murder.
Right now, we got you on motive.
You got no alibis,
and you got a record.
No, I don't.
Yeah. You--
You bashed that kid's head in
when you were 16.
That was expunged.
Yeah, he suffered
permanent brain damage, right?
My juvenile records were sealed.
I didn't dig up your record.
What else did Micah say?
Well, she--
Man, she dimed you out
in the nicest way I have ever seen.
Yeah, she kept telling me
how much she still loves you,
but until you confess,
she wants to see you locked up.
Are you arresting me?
Not yet.
Shit.
Poppy.
-Yeah.
-Poppy.
What's wrong?
Ramon is having a full-on breakdown. Live.
But there is no reason
for us to take it anymore.
Let's begin with our hypocrite-in-chief,
Micah Keith.
The queen bitch herself doesn't
give a flying fuck about any of you.
She laughs at you.
In fact, we all laugh at you.
At your pain. Your grief.
-Your life's manifestations.
-Does anyone know where he is?
-All she cares about is money. Your money.
-Anyone?
Selling you grade A organic bullshit.
Micah feeds off of your insecurities.
She takes advantage
of your vulnerabilities.
Her methods are illegal, by the way.
And guess what?
I have the evidence to prove it.
-Come on.
-They laugh at your grief and your
-pathetic stories are a means to an end.
-Answer, Ramon.
-Profiting off of your loss.
-Shit.
Blaine. He's on a company phone.
You should be able to shut it down.
Shut it down now.
Selling you grade A organic,
gluten-free bullshit.
Stories are only a means to an end.
Profiting--
Got it.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Good job.
Wow.
Holy hell.
You know, for the record,
I would've tried to figure out
a way to reconcile things.
But what you did today, man, I mean--
Look, I'm sorry.
-This everything?
-Yeah.
They kicking me out?
What you expect to happen, man?
-She said she'll give you a week.
-Where am I gonna go?
Without a salary, I'm fucked.
I'm so fucked.
-Listen to me. It's gonna be okay.
-No, it won't.
One mistake. Eight years of my life.
I'm sorry this happened to you.
For the record,
Micah didn't tell you the whole story.
Yeah, I hit that kid,
but he wasn't just some kid.
He was my bully.
He had at least two years
and 50 pounds on me.
Terrorized me for years.
So one day, I snapped.
I felt terrible.
But when people are trapped,
what else do you expect them to do?
If you need me, you call me.
I mean it.
Micah.
Given your close relationship to Ramon,
and following his recent
and very public allegations,
you feel obligated
to set the record straight.
So, Micah, is there any truth
to the things he said?
Is there theater performance
to my presentations and speeches?
Yes, of course. You know that.
It's the age we live in.
But the message is real.
Are you worried that Ramon might reveal
or peddle your secrets?
No, I can't be hampered by that.
My goal is to live out my journey
and to help others do the same.
What is your journey? Your purpose?
Because according to Ramon,
it's to line your pockets
with other people's gold.
Don't play me.
We go way too far back
for you to sink this low.
What are you talking about?
I asked you to help me
find my husband's killer.
But if you're going to
sensationalize everything,
then let's forget it.
You asked me to find out
why he lied to you.
I don't wanna do this anymore.
This is my job, Micah.
I was clear about that. Very.
And you agreed.
I just feel like everybody
in my life is exploiting me.
Micah.
Doctor Maya Angelou once wrote,
"The thorn from the bush
one has planted, nourished, and pruned
pricks more deeply and draws more blood."
For Micah Keith, Ramon Tomas is that bush.
And today's betrayal has sent
shock waves to her core.
Micah saw the goodness in Ramon
when no one else did.
But Ramon was keeping secrets from her.
And now those buried secrets are starting
to come back with teeth.
As they bring Ramon to his breaking point,
one question remains:
Who will bleed deeper?
My name is Poppy Parnell,
and I'd like you to reconsider.