Well, I see Nathan still hasn't made his mind up about the decor.
Mr. Brooks has a curator change out the art every month.
He says it fosters neural plasticity.
I feel more plastic already.
So I compiled the login information you asked for...
Miss Wu's calendars, Dropbox, etc.
Oh, great. Let me know if there's anything else.
I wanna pick up exactly where Anne left off.
And here's your office.
We'll have that swapped out this afternoon.
You have a key to that?
No, but I'll get Office Services to unlock it ASAP.
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♪ Now I'm in love again ♪
♪ No, this time it's not ♪
♪ With my hand ♪
♪ Wandering, murdering ♪
♪ Every time that I get ♪
♪ The chance ♪
♪ I'm a human ♪
♪ But remember first ♪
♪ I'm a man ♪
♪ These streets ♪
♪ Got me wandering ♪
♪ Looking for my fix again ♪
♪ I should've prayed ♪
♪ The night before ♪
♪ Now I'm losing ♪
♪ Everything I have ♪
♪ Yesterday it felt so good ♪
♪ But now today ♪
♪ It feels so bad ♪
Trick-or-treat.
Ha-ha. Come on in, old man.
That's a lot of luggage for one night.
It's a carry-on.
Carry on to what, the fucking Titanic?
Well, it's everything I got until, uh,
you know, Crystal takes me back.
Yeah, but you're only gonna be here for one night,
because that's what we agreed on.
That's what you said, right?
Mmm...
No, no, no, no, not "Mmm."
This can't be a long-term thing.
Get a hotel.
You're one of the richest motherfuckers I know. Buy a hotel.
It's not gonna be a long-term thing, okay?
I gotta work some shit out.
Okay, look, I'm running late.
Don't try to sweet talk me, all right?
Here are the rules.
Everything on the third shelf of the fridge,
that's my healthy blood-pressure food.
Don't touch it.
Phone rings, don't answer it.
And no visitors.
Those are the rules, P.
So I got a doctor coming over. Gonna need someplace private.
What's wrong with his office?
He's coming from San Francisco. I'd do it at the house, but...
You can't wait a few days before you get a checkup?
Well...
He's a neurologist.
I'm seeing things again, Bobo.
Fuck you, man.
You're gonna spring that on me now.
This guy's gonna get to the bottom of it.
Point is, nobody can know about this.
You mean, don't tell Crystal.
She finds out, I never get her back.
We don't have to worry about that,
because she'll be too busy starting her new job.
What new job?
You can't be here. I told Nathan you wouldn't be...
Fuck Nathan.
You took her job?
You're in her office.
He loved her.
What?
These are love letters to Anne Wu.
"I didn't know what I was missing until I met you."
"I didn't know there were more pieces of me"
"until I felt how perfectly we fit."
"Love, Doc Woo."
Signed W-O-O.
You get it?
That was her pet name for our son.
Crys, I know what you're doing.
It wasn't a fling.
He loved her.
And I thought he loved Jocelyn.
He did.
Oh, right.
He loved both of them. How does someone do that?
- They don't. - You do.
I thought I did.
Get this through your head.
I haven't seen Tessie in months, and I have no plan to.
I love you...
and only you,
and I don't wanna see you torturing yourself.
I don't give a shit about your girlfriend.
I want answers.
PJ.
PJ is dead. That's what we get.
- You gotta stop this. - Did you stop?
When people asked you to stop, did you stop?
No.
And it cost me everything.
She stole from PJ.
She had his wife raped,
off of that fucking software, Bathwater.
What if I can find it?
Well, it's not gonna change what happened.
We can move on from this, but we gotta do it together.
Pernell, you need to get it into your fucking head
that we will never do anything together ever again.
Get the fuck out.
You been here a while?
Uh, two days.
We just got here last night.
People never seem to get sick
during regular business hours, huh?
Hmm.
- Who's sick? - My mom.
She has a...
um...
perforated abdominal viscous,
apparently.
You?
My, um...
My congregant.
You're a minister?
- She got shot. - Oh, my God.
She's pregnant.
Is she okay?
Mr. Curtis?
- What's wrong? - Zach...
They said I lost too much blood.
They couldn't save him.
They couldn't save the baby.
I appreciate you taking me on, Doc.
Could use some good news right about now.
Yeah, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
I haven't decided to be your doctor yet.
You came all this way just to say maybe?
No. I also visited with... What's his name, Dr. Williams?
He said that you're seeing things.
But your MRI shows no brain swelling,
no growths, no thyroid issues.
Have you ever wanted to cut yourself open
to remove the insects that were crawling around under your skin?
- No. - Okay.
So then it's not Ekbom Syndrome.
There's the writing thing.
The only time you can't control what you write
is when you use that special pen.
When did this start?
About a week ago.
Anything happen recently that might have triggered all this?
You're aware I can read, right?
I already know that you're on trial for murder.
I know about your son, too.
So if you're not gonna be upfront with me,
then I'm going to get bored,
and then I'm going to leave.
The thing all started with my son.
That's when the hallucinations kicked in.
But they went away after he died.
And then I found his pen.
And then they started again.
But this is not psychological, Doc. This is something else.
Okay.
Let me look at the pen.
Write your name.
"Sweet panic." What is that?
I've never seen those words before.
Okay. Do me a favor.
Look up.
Hold straight.
Okay, good.
Good job.
Okay. Why don't you try again?
What the...
I tried this a thousand times. It never happened before.
- That's a dirty fucking trick. - I call it an experiment.
What this experiment shows me is that you're not faking it.
There is something going on inside your head.
Can you fix it?
- Maybe. - Wait a second.
Where are you going, Doc?
I just proved here there's something wrong with me.
I need to get supplies.
Well, how long's that gonna take?
Well, it's about a two-hour drive.
I'm kind of hungry, so I'm gonna have dinner.
And then I'm gonna sleep for seven to eight hours.
Doc, this can't wait till tomorrow.
- Are you suicidal? - No.
Then it can wait.
Hey, Dude! How many times? You can't sit here.
I'm with Duck Dynasty.
Excuse me. Thank you.
Here you go.
I'm gonna pray to St. Anthony now.
Dear St. Anthony, please come around.
There's something that's lost and cannot be found.
I gotta do it twice.
Dear St. Anthony, please come around.
Something is lost and cannot be found.
My capsule.
He does that every day, same time.
- How's that? - The balcony man.
Comes out every day same time with his phone.
Anyway.
Now, we wait for St. Anthony.
To do what?
To find my capsule.
Let's make this quick.
I can do it.
Do what?
I now where he is. I know his routine.
I can make him quiet.
I thought I said I didn't want anybody else getting hurt.
You also said, if he tells...
Towels are done.
You said if he tells the jury what he saw,
you go away for good.
Yeah, well, maybe I should.
Even though I didn't kill Shane Caldwell,
it doesn't mean I'm not guilty.
No, Shane is the guilty one.
Mike Alcala isn't.
No, but he's being used by the devil to bring you down.
Is that what they call telling the truth these days?
Let it go.
Trial is still a few weeks out. We'll find another way.
- This is the other way. - What if you're wrong?
Just for one second, entertain the idea that I'm not anointed.
I did that already. I've never stopped regretting it.
Fine. If I'm your Solomon, listen to me.
Do not fucking hurt that man.
_
- Ariella? - Yes, Mrs. Harris.
I have a email here. I don't know the password for it.
I thought maybe you might.
Oh, well, that's Ms. Wu's personal email.
You're telling me you worked for her
for over a year, you don't know her password?
Should I know your passwords?
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
♪ I can't be everything to everyone ♪
♪ I says, hey I can't be everything to everyone ♪
Hey, wanna take a break?
I wish I could, but I have to go do a favor for a friend.
But I'll be back like three or so.
We're right on schedule.
- You ever have Melvin's? - No.
Best barbecue in the Bay Area.
- You can have it for later. - Okay.
Thank you. It smells real nice.
Don't thank me yet. It's kind of a bribe.
Okay.
This first piece is a bit of a secret.
I'm having a baby.
Oh, yeah.
You don't look like it.
It's in there. Trust me.
What do you need?
I wanna raise it right...
in a house.
- This house. - Oh.
It has a huge backyard,
a big patio.
It's the kind of place
I've been dreaming about since I was little.
It's real nice, Miss.
Well, the only problem are the owners.
They want it to go to a family.
You're gonna be a family.
Well, the Realtors made it very clear,
the only kind of family these people understand
is the mommy and daddy kind.
I'm hoping you could help me out.
Oh, I don't know.
I don't think that's a very good idea.
I told you it was crazy.
No one's gonna believe you and me are married.
Why not?
Look at me. I'm not fancy.
Stop it. I'm sure you clean up very well.
We don't talk the same. I don't know much about you.
At this point, you know more about me than any other man in my life.
There's so many houses.
What if you just kept looking?
Why should I have to?
I have the money. I have a family.
Why not me?
No, I'm sorry. That's not...
You know what? It's fine. I'm not mad, not at you.
I'm just tired of taking no for an answer.
Don't let those ribs get cold.
You'd do all the talking?
- Hey. You're up. - Yeah.
I hit seven vending machines,
none of them had Sour Patch Kids.
But these are Sour Zachs.
Bootleg, but I'll take them. Thank you.
How long do you think until they let me go home?
I don't think we should rush anything.
Why not?
- Because you got shot. - Grazed.
- It's not that serious. - Serious enough to make you...
I don't wanna talk about that.
You don't have to put on a brave face for me.
You don't have to pretend you're upset about this.
I wanted this baby.
- I wanted to raise... - I don't want to talk about that, Paul.
I want to talk about this gift.
Because that's what this is.
This is a chance to go back to the way that things we're,
before the baby, before Flock Block,
before Pernell Harris.
How are we feeling, Alicia?
Much better. How are you?
Good. And who's this?
Oh, this is Reverend Paul.
He just came to check in on me. Thank you.
Again, Reverend, please tell everyone
how much I appreciate their prayers.
Of course, Sister Alicia.
Okay, take a deep breath.
Okay, so this is just a sedative.
All right? Nothing to be scared about.
So what's supposed to happen?
Well, the conscious part of your brain wants to write your name.
But I think there's another part of your brain
that wants to write something else.
And that part is controlling your hand.
So what I'm hoping is
that this will help us find out
what it's trying to say.
All right?
So just relax.
Deep breath in.
Long breath out.
Deep breath in.
Long breath out.
Deep breath in.
Long breath out.
And now for our host, Dave Rumio!
Hey, hey, hey, everyone, thank you for joining us
for another episode of...
Follow Your Path!
Yes!
And how about a big round of applause for our contestant
for the rest of eternity...
... the Honorable Judge Pernell Harris!
Doc, wake me up.
Doc Olonari, wake me the fuck up.
You're not real.
You're not fucking real.
I sure felt real in that jail cell last week.
Boom! Boom!
Who's ready to get started?
Spin for sin! Spin for sin!
Okay, the first lucky contestant is going to be...
Round and round it goes. Round and round.
- It's time for me! Come on, Bobo! - Yes!
Oh, oh, oh.
This is the greatest day of my life.
Now, Keith, this is the golden rope to riches.
Mm-hmm.
Pernell, God has been trying his darndest
to show you the path.
But for some reason, you just won't listen.
So we have gathered all of your friends and family,
or what's left of them...
... to show you that, if you choose the wrong path,
you will be walking it alone.
No!
Spin for sin! Spin for sin!
Spin for sin!
Uh-oh!
Which wife are you gonna choose, Pernell?
I won't choose.
I'll make it easy on you. Alphabetical order.
Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely Crystal Harris!
Stop!
Okay, Pernell, are you ready to...
Follow your path!
There is no path!
There is no God!
How could you be so sure?
Because I did everything He asked!
And PJ still died.
It's only one way to be sure if God exists.
Follow me, Dad.
Can you hear me?
Pernell, are you okay?
Are you?
I thought you said that was just a sedative.
- It was. - Bullshit.
That was...
It's never been that bad before.
Pernell, do you recognize this?
This is what you wrote.
Do you recognize this?
_
These are the phrases that you've been writing, aren't hey?
Pernell, what is this?
It's PJ's suicide note.
- Mm-hmm. - Hey, wake up.
- Yeah. - Wake up.
- Mm-hmm. What? - I got news.
Hi.
Duck Dynasty.
Where'd you go?
I saw St. Anthony.
What? Shit.
He talked to me. He told me.
He told me where your capsule is.
What did the coach say?
Hold on a second.
Where is it?
- Just tell me where it is. - What?
Don't lie to me. I want my capsule back!
There's some old dude making some crazy noise.
I'm not leaving till I get it! Do you hear me?
Oh, man, he's gonna get himself shot.
I know it's in there! Get your hands off me!
Hey! Help!
Help! Hey! Help!
Let him go now!
Where the fuck is he? He's gotta be under.
Where's my capsule?
I wanna know where my capsule is!
Get out of the way.
Okay, Miss Wu, now, I just need you to answer
the security questions you chose.
The first one is high school mascot.
Um, Yellow Jackets.
And spouse's nickname?
Are you sure? That must be some mistake.
Maybe something's changed,
but this is the question you chose when you set up the account last year.
Pernell Harris, Junior?
No. I said spouse's nickname.
PJ.
Sorry, that's not it, either.
Miss Wu, are you still there?
I can't reset that password unless I get the correct information.
Doc Woo. Try Doc Woo. W-O-O.
That's it. Great.
I'll reset your account.
Your temporary password is W0PK1N5.
Now, would you be willing to take a quick...
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- Oh, good. I caught you. - Hi, Nathan.
Wanted to make sure you're getting settled in okay.
Oh, yeah, everything's great, just great.
Good. Glad to hear it.
Oh, went by the security office.
Grabbed this for you.
We pulled it from one of the surveillance cameras.
Saves time.
You're very photogenic.
- Thank you. - You wanna grab dinner?
I can help get you up to speed.
Uh, you know, I, uh...
I all right have plans, but thank you.
Hmm.
_
Come on.
Not now. Come on, you piece of shit!
Hey. Hey, you okay?
I put my dollar in. I just want my Hot Cheetos.
- I got some change. - It's not gonna work.
It's okay. I got it.
- What is it, Cheetos? - Yeah, number 16.
It's stuck.
- You've got two. - Thank you.
My mom, she didn't make it, so...
I'm so sorry.
We stayed up all night praying that God would make her better,
and just... and just...
God doesn't give a shit.
Yeah.
God almost never lets people die.
He probably killed your mom,
'cause he's a jerk.
Had nothing to do with the surgery.
If you're trying to be funny right now, it's really not working.
You think God maybe did this because he cares?
My mom just died.
My baby just died.
Yeah, the congregant I told you about is my girlfriend.
I pretty much ruined her life so she could help me build my church.
She's good at it, too.
But I always thought she was just a placeholder, you know?
Then this baby comes along.
And gets in the way of everything.
If that one little sperm had just stopped short,
I'd be preaching lies on TV right now.
And now it's gone.
Now I have a second chance.
What?
You shouldn't be blaming God.
You should be asking yourself,
how can this change you for the better?
What apathy can your mother's death shake away?
Because no matter why God did it,
he's given you a chance to do something different.
And if you don't take it, fuck you.
You know, my mom always begged me to go to church with her.
I never did it.
So now what?
- Where've you been? - Trying.
You know what, it's fine. Let's just get in there.
What happened to you? Are you okay?
- I'm fine. - No, you're not.
You look like you got hit by a truck.
- What were you doing? - Please.
- I'm here. - Oh, my God. This is not happening.
It's okay. I wanna do this for you.
But you can't, Keith. Not like this. You can barely stand up.
Why would you even show up like this?
'Cause I know how important this house is to you, Miss,
and you asked for my help.
You know what? That's really sweet. It is, okay?
But I think I'm gonna have a better chance of doing this on my own, okay?
So just get in your truck and go home.
I'll tell them you had to work.
I'm sorry, Miss.
Miss Graham!
Mr. and Mrs. Browning!
How are you?
How many kids did you raise here?
We had four of our own.
And then they had another six so far.
- Is that blood, Keith? - It is.
I had an accident at work today.
- What is it you do? - Construction.
Wow, look at this. Did you make that?
No, that is my mother's crib mobile,
handmade by my grandfather.
Wow! And what about these newer pieces here?
It turned into kind of a family history since then.
And every time a new baby is born,
we add a new charm.
Oh, I love that.
Keith, we are definitely doing that for our son.
- You're having a boy? - Mm-hmm.
So how many other houses you two looking at?
We're not.
I now it sounds crazy, but we've got our hearts set on this house.
You sure this is the kind of neighborhood you'd want to raise him in?
This is exactly the kind of place we've always dreamed of.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
- That how you feel, Keith? - Yep.
You understand, though, that everyone here is traditional...
I mean, nice, but traditional.
And what traditions exactly are we breaking?
All we're saying is, it's easier when folks have things in common.
Things like what?
Different kind of people want different things.
I know that we want to raise a healthy and happy family,
just like most people.
Is that what you mean?
Yes, and also like values.
Henry and I, for example,
we both grew up in small towns,
and we both went to the same church.
- Church is where we met. - Oh. Which one?
Hand of God Chapel.
First time I saw this beautiful young lady,
she was carrying a stack of bibles.
She dropped one, and I helped her pick it up,
and...
Have you read 1 Epistles John 4:7?
"Lovers of God, and everyone who loveth"
"is born of God and knoweth God."
I never got that before, but after I looked into her eyes,
I finally understood what John was saying.
Please, God, guide the soul of your humble servant...
- Gladys Tempton. - Gladys Tempton.
And embrace her in Your glory.
He who hears My word and believes in Him who sent Me
has everlasting life
and shall not come into judgment
but is passed from death into life.
Amen.
You ever heard of a guy named Vincent Gigante?
I'm really not in the mood, Bobo.
But you're in my house,
drinking my expensive scotch,
so you can indulge me.
This dude walks around his neighborhood in his bathrobe,
mumbling shit to himself,
acting crazy, total nut job.
Well, it turns out, Gigante was actually running
the Genovese crime family the whole time.
People called him The Oddfather.
Look, I don't know what the fuck you're accusing me of now, Bobo,
but I really had a horrible morning.
Too bad Alcala survived, huh?
Fuck you talking about? What happened to Alcala?
You gonna keep bullshitting me with this
"cuckoo for Cocoa Puff" act, that's fine.
I need to know what you're gonna tell the cops.
'Cause it's damn sure not gonna be
that you were chilling on the mayor's couch,
while someone tried to kill the only witness in your murder trial.
That's not gonna happen.
Bobo, you gotta believe me, I had nothing to do with this.
Yeah, like you had nothing to do with Shane Caldwell, right?
You're gonna get that doctor to say he met you somewhere else,
you got that?
I'm gonna take care of this, Bobo.
Yeah, we'll see.
Doctor Tieman said I can go home tomorrow.
- I heard. - That's great, right?
I don't wanna pretend this didn't happen.
Okay, I do.
You're right.
God's giving us a second chance,
but not to make the same mistakes.
Paul, I do not ask for a lot, but I need this.
I saved a person's soul today... A woman.
She lost her faith, and I counseled her.
I brought her back into the flock.
That's what I mean. Let's get back to doing that.
But it was different. I was honest.
That's what you've always done.
No, I used to tell them what they wanted to hear,
how to get clean or get rich.
This time I told the truth.
I never would have done that if it wasn't for what happened.
- Paul... - I don't wanna go back to who I was.
Fine.
If it helps you, then remember.
But do not talk to me about it ever.
I need to focus on tomorrow.
Good.
'Cause tomorrow is gonna be different.
No more sugarcoating.
And no more hiding.
It was on her finger.
A gold engagement ring with three diamonds on it.
- Well, I can assure you... - Someone fucking took it!
You've reached Pernell Harris. Please leave a message.
Hey, um, it's me.
You promised me.
- I know. - Then why?
Because I promised him
that I would protect you
no matter what.
Well, you just made it worse.
Yeah, thank you for trying.
Okay.
Hey, it's me. Um, listen,
I don't know if I'm gonna...
Or I don't know when I'm gonna
get a chance to tell you this, so...
uh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for what I said yesterday,
and, yeah, how I said it.
Look, I don't know how much us I have left in me,
but, um, thank you
for, um...
Yeah, thank you for trying.
Okay.
Hey, it's Crystal. Leave a message.
Please state your destination.
Bobo's house.
Accident reported ahead.
Calculating alternate route.
Make a U-turn, then in one mile, turn left on Florno Street.
Traffic detected ahead.
Calculating alternate route.
Again?
In 50 feet, turn left.
- Where's Anne? - She couldn't make it.
Turn left in 100 feet.
Recalculating.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Fuck's sake.
In 20 feet, take a right.
Just get me to the fucking highway.
- Who are you? - A friend.
This is bullshit.
Wait, wait, wait.
Don't fuck...
Holy fuck! You set me up!
No! Wait! I didn't!
Wait!
No! Wait!
Crystal! Crys!
Pernell?
Crys!
Oh, God.
What happened?
How did you know I was here?
You have reached your destination.
♪ A million roads ♪
Keith.
♪ If I stay with you ♪
♪ So don't be shy ♪
♪ It's only me ♪
♪ Knockin' at your door ♪
- Has he spoken to anyone else? - No, sir.
He's not even in the system yet.
Go get the chief.
I would like to confess to the murder of Shane Caldwell.
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♪ 'Cause I can't stop the force of gravity ♪
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