Truth Be Told (2015) s02e05 Episode Script

Poppy?
Poppy?
Poppy, can you hear me?
You hit your head, Poppy.
I-I-I-I came to protect
you. Did he hurt you?
Who?
He was in your house. I saw it.
- Poppy, you hit your head.
- I saw I saw
Nurse Wilkins to room 405.
Daddy.
Hey, sweetheart.
Family going crazy trying
to find out what happened.
How you feeling?
Like hell.
It's so good to see you awake.
I wanna go home. I wanna go home.
No, no, no. Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
The doctors want to keep
you a little while longer
just for observation.
Yeah, I called Des, and she's gonna
bring some of your things over.
We'll be here with you
till Ingram comes.
Poppy?
Where's your husband?
Gone.
- For good.
- What?
Honey, I'm so sorry.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- When did this happen?
Today.
Six months ago. A year ago.
That's okay. Don't get yourself upset.
I'm here. I'm here.
She's got a concussion and
13 stitches at your house.
What was she doing up
there in the first place?
She slipped on my deck,
I guess. I don't know.
You weren't with her?
I didn't know she was
there. I was asleep.
I heard her scream.
It scared the shit out of me.
What else?
I'm worried about her.
You can't see it because
you need her to be okay.
But she's been under a lot of
strain these last six months.
Her marriage.
Josh's death. The lawsuit.
Your illness.
- Shit.
- It's no wonder she hurt herself.
She's coming loose at the seams,
and we all expect strong Poppy.
- We depend on it. All of us.
- Wait, wait, wait.
You think she did this on purpose?
I think she's grieving and on edge.
It's made her careless.
Hello?
Uh, he attacked me and
knocked me unconscious.
Uh, good evening, Ms. Parnell.
I think he came after me
because I was onto him.
Who?
Holt. Holt Rollins
a-a-at Micah's tonight.
I-I thought he was assaulting her.
And what did Micah say?
She said that I slipped and hit my head.
Wait, wh where are you?
Hospital.
Jesus. Why?
Because I lost consciousness.
Okay, listen.
We have a search warrant for
Holt's place based on Markus
seeing him flee the scene
of Ramon's death, okay?
Now, we will find him,
and we will question him
about your attack, okay?
Thank you.
Is that a baby?
Sh Yeah, that's that's my son.
Who gave you a baby?
Okay. Good night, Ms. Parnell.
Wait. I'm scared.
I know you are,
and I am taking what you
told me very seriously.
I promise you.
Thank you.
But, uh, I need you to
do something for me.
What?
Just don't report this
on your, uh, podcast.
You believe me about Holt, right?
Where'd he hit you?
On the back of my head.
So you didn't actually
see him or his face?
What's wrong?
I'm so sorry to disturb you, ma'am.
I-I
Can you give us a second?
Lock the door.
Lock the door and tell the nurses' desk
not to let anyone else in here.
Okay.
Well, um, this door
does not have a lock.
So maybe I can just, uh,
pop a chair against it?
Just hand me my purse, please.
Thanks.
- Is that one of Mama's?
- Mm-hmm.
You have all of them? Grandmama's too?
Yeah, Daddy gave them
to me when I left home.
Daddy did that for her.
They all have her name?
Or his mother's, Eliza.
She had a whole box
filled with evening bags.
One for each bag.
That's gangster.
Like, I'm a lady, but I
will still fucking cut you.
Words to live by.
You know, I'm sorry about Ingram.
I just think that
You can always tell when the
devil don't want somebody.
How?
You still here.
Do you want me to stay a while?
Uh, no. No, no thanks.
I, uh just want a bath
and my own bed.
Cydie's picking up your car from Micah,
so she'll be here in about an hour.
And Lillian stress-cooked,
so your fridge is stocked
with enough food for a siege.
You know what?
I'm hungry.
I'm gonna stay till Cydie gets back.
All right.
Say what you wanna say.
Fuck Ingram.
The marriage breaking
up is not all his fault.
So?
You're my sister.
I love you for that.
Uh, so go get cleaned up, and,
uh I will bring a plate up.
Thanks.
Lachlan, Micah wanted to see you.
Blaine.
What's going on?
Well, I did warn you.
Excuse me?
I warned you that this was my company.
And what that means, you slick fuck,
is that the only person profiting
from my image, my stories,
my life, is going to be me.
Micah, what are you talking about?
You're blackmailing our people
to keep them quiet
while you steal from us.
Your company's in the red, so you
just skim off the top of Shelter
trying to dig yourself out of a hole.
You ratted me out.
No, you are a rat. And she trapped you.
So where do we go from here?
You're gonna leave.
You're gonna forfeit your shares
and your seat on the board.
You heard the lady.
It's time for you to go.
Come on, Blaine.
Uh
Don't make this shit weird.
Don't ever lie to me again.
Hey. It's about time.
Why didn't you tell me
you were in the hospital?
Didn't want to bother you.
How could you bother me when you hurt?
Come on now.
I was just trying to
respect your boundaries
with the new baby and all.
I'm home now anyway.
You all right? You good?
I've been better.
All right, well then, I'll
leave it up to you then.
You wanna rest or you
wanna get back to work?
Work. I wanna work. What you got?
Well, we had an eventful
morning over here.
Micah fired Lachlan.
It was kinda dope, actually.
It's about time. What happened?
Well, apparently,
surveillance wasn't the only
shit he was trying to pull,
but he ain't coming back.
Micah's cutting loose the people
around her she doesn't trust.
You need to be careful, Markus.
Don't assume she has your back.
Wait, what are you talking about?
Just watch out.
I think it was Holt that hit me.
You think?
Well, I was sure, but
now, everything's foggy.
All right, well, look, then,
why don't you just get some rest, okay?
Don't push too hard.
I won't.
Hey, Poppy.
Yeah?
You make sure you take
care of yourself, okay?
Hey.
Assholes.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on here?
- End of the line, brother.
- What does that mean? Hey.
- Watch your back.
- What's going on?
- It's a purge.
- Why?
Above my pay grade.
Ask internal affairs.
Okay, Haywood. What happened?
They took me out, man.
Of the Sons of Ivar?
Took me off assignment, so
I quit 'cause fuck this place.
They don't care about the
rank and file anymore.
Listen to me, you watch your back.
You're about as popular
in there as I am. Was.
In the wake of Ramon's dramatic death,
and the recent events that
have devastated Shelter,
I was attacked at the home
of its founder, Micah Keith.
A careless moment on my
part resulted in an injury
and an overnight hospital stay.
Is Holt Rollins, who's
wanted for questioning
in the death of Ramon Tomas,
the same person who
accosted me at the house?
And is he the same person who killed
Joshua Keith and Drew Turney?
- Want some company?
- Shit.
What you doing in here by yourself?
Shouldn't you be lying down?
Too restless.
And I wanted to record a
podcast about last night.
But?
But I don't know what happened to me.
Am I supposed to just go on
there and start talking shit?
Hasn't stopped you before.
Stop.
I think Micah is lying to me,
and I don't know why.
So what do you wanna do?
Talk to Micah?
Knock, knock.
Um, the police are here looking
for information on Holt Rollins.
That's that second chance
guy that does the dollhouses.
You let them in?
I, um, wasn't exactly in a
position where I could
I didn't have a choice.
Inspector Aames to see you.
No, no I-I read the search warrant.
It only includes the workshop
and the common work areas.
She's right.
Why don't I call someone
here from legal? Or Markus?
It's fine.
He's only here trying to
help us find Ramon's killer.
Okay. I'll be right there.
- Excuse me.
- Ivy.
Yes.
Right.
Excuse me.
Have you located Holt?
Well, we, uh, we tracked his
cell phone to the marina,
but, uh, he ditched it.
He gave it to a homeless person.
What can I help you with?
Well, we believe Holt
Rollins killed Ramon
because he was about to
release Shelter secrets.
Your secrets.
Well, if Holt had enough
motive to kill Ramon,
then I'd have a motive as well.
You know, it's funny. I was
thinking the same thing.
I'm an open book, Detective.
I mean, literally.
Here. And see for yourself.
It's, uh, inspector.
"Physical love is unthinkable
without violence."
The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
You believe it?
So, Holt Rollins. Does he, uh
Does he have an office here?
Only the workshop.
Can I have a look at his file?
His emergency contacts,
that kind of thing.
I think the only paperwork
independent contractors have
are tax forms, if that's okay?
Sure.
Is it illegal for me to give you
tax records without a warrant?
- Probably.
- Oh.
But he's a very dangerous man,
according to your friend, Poppy Parnell.
I founded this company on the belief
that we shouldn't be held
hostage by our past.
Mistakes and suffering creates grace.
That's very pretty.
Is that why you, uh, you
cut ties with Lachlan Bray?
Because he contacted me this morning.
He was very disgruntled, and he told me,
if I ever needed anything, to just ask.
I just want to find Holt Rollins.
Poppy thinks that, uh, he attacked her.
Where those hoops I got
you for your birthday?
Probably in your room from the
last time you borrowed them.
Ah.
What's wrong?
Look at the date.
He drew these up six months ago.
Was he trying to make it work or not?
I don't know.
I've watched you for the past
six months, biting your tongue,
forcing yourself into a box
like you were auditioning
for the role of wife.
- That's not true.
- Well, if you say so.
But trust me, being you is more
important than being married.
- Look who's trying to grow up.
- Well
Mmm.
Shit.
We're gonna have to move out this house.
Ugh. If you don't get out of here
You always pushing me.
Oh, I'll get that.
One more thing, if we're not
gonna have a man up in here,
- we need a dog. Come on.
- No.
- No.
- Fine.
- Hey, Daddy.
- Hey, baby.
- Where's Pop?
- Upstairs.
- Hey, Daddy.
- Hey, sweetheart.
What's the creature feature
doing at my house?
- Poppy.
- You got a lawsuit coming your way.
I came to save the day.
Oh, hell to the no. I'm not
hiring a shade tree lawyer.
- See, I take offense.
- Poppy.
You need help with that
wrongful death suit.
He's never lost a case.
He's represented me and
the MC for 20 years.
I ain't been in jail
since you was a kid,
and we all know I done did enough to
Come on now, don't you
finish that sentence.
I can't stand him.
But I bear you no ill will.
I forgot he had the
hearing of a fucking bat.
It's called sonar.
It's a nice-ass house you have, Poppy.
Might have to reconsider my fees.
- I don't need a lawyer.
- Poppy, enough.
Ingram's gone. You're gonna
need help with that lawsuit.
And the divorce.
Wait, what? Since when?
Divorce? Oh, I'm definitely
upping my fees.
He doesn't even own a shirt.
Ha-ha. Fooled you. I own two.
Look
You know what? Poppy, you
ready to give up this house?
Let me guess, they're coming after
you with a claim of cyberbullying?
Huh?
Did they also include a cross-platform
claim about your website?
Social media posts from your listeners?
See, if I was representing
the other side,
I would have included cyber harassment
along with intentional infliction
of emotional distress.
In order to get that punitive damages,
'cause that's where the big money is.
Liability insurance don't
cover shit like that.
No, it doesn't. It's called
outside the scope.
And you know what it means?
It means they come take
this fancy-ass house,
garnish your wages
and drive off in that
little pretty Alfa Romeo
I saw parked out front.
Slide that little ticktock
right off your wrist.
That's my partner right there.
So what do I do?
You trust me.
I listened to season one.
Y'all did some good work, but you
were buck wild in your approach.
I mean, y'all just came up in here
and said, "Fuck the rules," huh?
- This is a critique?
- No, no, no.
You two opened up a lot of doors
for legal trouble to just
breeze right on in here.
So, what do you recommend?
What happened to you last night?
He attacked me.
You got proof?
No.
Then don't say a fucking word
about it on the podcast.
You looking into any of the
characters from season one?
- Yes.
- Cool.
What happened to, uh,
the crazy twin's husband?
- I ain't see him on the list.
- Alex Dunn?
He's not doing so well.
His daughter's living with his parents,
his house is in foreclosure,
and he lost his job.
Oh, then we need to get that
motherfucker employed quick
before opposing counsel
adds him to the lawsuit.
I could, uh, check up on him.
Get the ball rolling. I don't mind.
Aames is at Holt's place.
He's got something for me.
- You're not going anywhere.
- I have to.
- Then I'll drive.
- Let me change.
Look.
Okay, I know you're not feeling me,
all right, but I am good at what I do.
Unmatched.
So can I give you a little advice?
They say criminal law is
bad people at their best,
and divorce law is good
people at their worst.
If you still love your husband,
you gonna keep trying to please him
to get him back, and
he's gonna steamroll you.
- That's not
- Hey
You need to get a formal
separation agreement.
Otherwise, he can go after
every single penny you make
from now until the
judge signs the decree.
- Ingram would never do that.
- My dear, "never"?
Never doesn't exist in a divorce.
You know, when we were kids,
you used to always have your head stuck
in those little romance novels
with the castles and knights
and all that shit on the cover.
You remember that?
Well, why don't we think
of a separation agreement
as, uh, putting a moat around
your motherfucking money?
All right?
- All right.
- All right.
Remember that? I used to
always beat you. Come on.
- And I used to always beat you with this.
- Okay, all right, all right.
- You win, Princess Poppy.
- Mm-hmm.
Away you go.
Dollhouse freak cannot
possibly live here.
- Uh-uh.
- Go ahead.
Oh, thanks.
- This is Holt Rollins's house?
- Is he a squatter?
Deed's in his name. Paid cash.
I got people tracing where
the money came from.
- How's your head?
- Well, you're looking at it.
How does it look to you?
So, uh, what you got for me?
Well, the press are calling
him the "Keith Killer."
No mention of Drew or Ramon,
the two dead gay boys.
Guess they're not a big priority, right?
Not like the famous husband
of a beautiful grief guru.
Ah. Is that why you're
suddenly so collaborative?
I have been kindly invited to fuck off
by various and sundry homicide cops.
You know, this house is, uh, is
kinda like your friend, Micah.
It's pretty on the outside,
and on the inside it's
vacant, dark and kinda scary.
That's what I've been fucking saying.
Can I get you to say that
into the microphone?
No.
Now, the warrant also included
computers and cloud data,
so why don't you take a gander?
And you never saw any of that.
His search history is all about Micah.
Those stories, they, uh,
date back over two decades.
Micah must've had her suspicions.
There's more. Keep going.
Yeah, he's had you in his
sights for a while now.
Holt built a dollhouse of Joshua's
murder right after it happened.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold this.
Markus took a picture
of the same dollhouse
when you raided Holt's workshop.
These don't match.
Why would the color change in a week?
Check the paint on the door.
Oh.
You again.
Yeah, me again.
- Noa Havilland.
- Alex Dunn. How can I help you?
I'm here to help you.
But first, let me tell you
how we know each other.
So the results came
back this afternoon
from that paint on the dollhouse
door, and guess what?
You were right. It ain't paint.
Blood? Lord.
Do they know whose it is?
Holt Rollins.
It matched the blood they found
at, uh, Ramon's apartment.
So you need to be careful.
Is Ingram there with you?
Uh, he's out of town, on business.
Uh, but don't worry. Daddy
sent some guys from the MC.
- Good.
- And plus
Cydie's tried to use
this to get a dog.
Of course she is.
Oh.
You know, Micah saved my
life, when we were kids.
- What? What happened?
- Dad?
Oh, shit.
- Go. Uh, I'll call you later.
- Uh, I'm coming, baby.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Well, when you say it like that
- Dad. Come in here. I need your help.
- Okay. Okay, one second.
- I'll be right there.
- Okay.
Go on.
Be with your family.
I'll call you tomorrow.
All right, I'll talk to you later.
What do you want, girl?
You're supposed to say sorry
when you bump into somebody.
Little girl, do you hear me?
I'm Mikey. What's your name?
Really?
Come with me.
You wanna know a dirty little secret?
Shreve Scoville.
Shreve is a liar.
What the hell are you doing down here?
You carry your ass right
upstairs, right now!
Poppy. Over here.
You can't talk, right?
Then I'll scream for you.
Hi.
Hey, you awake?
I'm just I've been
dreaming about when we were
kids, and I lost my voice.
When I was staying with Miss Shirley.
What brought this up?
Nothing.
Everything.
I went six months without
talking before I met you.
I just remember how angry
my silence made people.
"It's all in her head."
"She's just doing it for attention."
"She'll talk when she's ready."
And you did.
You grew up to become one of the
loudest voices in our country.
I love you, Micah.
I love you too.
That is a terrified young girl in there.
Thirteen years old.
Left to survive on her own.
Forgotten. A discard.
And still survived.
And so, I wrote myself into existence.
To keep from disappearing.
Got you.
You were always such a lightweight.
Rose.
What are you doing here?
I came to take you home.
Two more.
Reggae works like a charm.
Mmm.
That's sweet.
Let me guess
you came here to warn me about Micah.
Think of this as a trust exercise
between you and me.
- Oh. So my little speech worked?
- We'll see.
She lied.
Micah bought the house for Holt.
Your friend is now officially a
suspect in all three murders.
Hey, is everything okay?
Yeah, sorry.
I know it's late, but do you think
we could meet somewhere and talk?
Of course.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Couldn't sleep?
- Uh.
I'm so sorry about Ingram.
Where's Holt, Micah?
I don't know. Did you check his house?
The one you paid for?
The police will find him eventually.
Maybe they won't.
Are you still going to lie to my face
that he wasn't the man you were with?
The man who attacked me?
Holt gets out of jail,
having tracked you the
entire time he was inside.
Then you buy him a house.
It's almost as if, I don't know,
you've known him much longer.
Maybe you met him when you
were living on the streets.
Why did he kill Ramon?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Did you ask him to do it?
Coffee, tea?
Oh. I'm fine, thank you.
Was it your idea?
I would never hurt Ramon.
He was family.
And you don't know who killed Josh?
Of course not.
I loved my husband, but I
never pretended to be perfect.
Hmm. But you pretended.
What about you?
- Are your hands clean?
- Cleaner than yours.
I bet Miss Shirley
would feel differently.
You tried to make me feel crazy.
Tried to gaslight me.
You recording?
Are you recording?
Did you tell Holt to attack me?
We thought you were an intruder.
What was Josh going
to tell me that night?
You had him killed before he could say.
Fuck off.
Joshua meant everything to me.
I had nothing to do with that.
I don't believe you.
I don't give a shit.
Why did you even want me
involved with this case?
I wanna know who murdered
my husband. I still do.
Hmm, no.
Mm-mmm. You used me. Just like
you use everyone around you.
You thought that you could
control what I put out there,
and you were right.
For a while.
I held back when I shouldn't have.
I waited too long on some things
and didn't push harder
on others, like
What does Holt Rollins
really mean to you?
It is possible to love
more than one person.
You of all people should know that.
What's the matter, Poppy?
You lost your voice again?
I will destroy you.
You can try.