The Step Daddy (2020) Movie Script

1
(gentle pleasant music)
(pleasant piano music)
(pleasant piano music fades)
(upbeat music)
- Alright, guys, thanks
for coming, (chuckles).
Oh boy, what a party.
(upbeat music continues)
(door squeaks)
- Birthday boy.
(trash rattling and scrunching)
- Oh, hey babe.
- Oh, so Peter, how'd you
make out with your gifts?
- Son? Son, how'd you
make out with your gifts?
(Tim whistles)
- Oh, sorry. I didn't know
you were talking to me.
- The kitchen's clean, but
the rest of the
place is a mess.
I still can't believe everyone
came for Pete's party.
- What? Why would
you think that?
I mean, of course, they did.
We sent the invitations
out last month.
People responded,
they showed up.
That's how it works.
- I know that.
You know, have I told
you just how amazing
you are to Pete and I?
- Hmm, no, you haven't. So
maybe you should remind me.
- Your hands are so smooth,
I love them so much.
- Come on, stop.
I'm sorry, I'm just, just
self-conscious about my hands.
You know, ever since I was a kid
and I was stuck in that fire,
just, it's just bad memories.
- Your father. I'll
always be here for you.
I love you so much, Tim Porter.
(lips smooching)
- I love you too. You and
Elliot mean the world to me.
(Valerie chuckles)
- Who the hell is Elliot?
You mean Pete?
- Elliot, (chuckles),
oh, silly me.
Oh, this guy at work
just popped in my head
for some strange reason.
Yes, of course, Pete.
- Well, you know, Pete
is going to be playing
with his birthday toys very
soon, so maybe it's time.
- Time for what?
- Babe.
- Oh, that.
Well, come on, love. You
know how I feel about that.
I just really want
it to mean something.
I want it to be special,
like on our wedding night.
- Okay.
- And with that being said,
so Valerie, would you make me
the happiest man in the world
and will you marry me?
- Oh my God.
Tim, ahh.
Oh, I love you so much.
(lips smooching)
Oh, baby.
Baby, Tim just asked
me to marry him.
We're finally gonna be a
real family officially.
Isn't that great?
Petes, what's the matter?
Pete, isn't that great?
- Had to do it today.
Couldn't wait till tomorrow,
you had to do it on my birthday.
- Peter.
- Today is my birthday, it's
supposed to be about me.
But no, it's about him.
- You okay, son?
- You don't call me that!
- Peter, you get
back here right now.
- No, no, no, no.
It's okay, it's okay.
He's right, I should
have waited, you know?
I just felt like the
time was right, and-
- No, no, baby.
No, I love you. He'll be okay.
- Alright, let me
go talk to him.
Have a coffee.
- I love you so
much, Tim Porter.
- And I love you too.
(Valerie chuckles)
(Tim groans)
Petester, buddy?
(knocking on door)
Hey, Peter, can I come in?
- No!
- Ah, come on, buddy.
I'm not gonna do this
through the door.
(toys rattling)
Hey.
(door clicks open)
(door clicks shut)
Hey, I, I just wanted
to say that I'm sorry.
You know, you were right.
I should have waited
until tomorrow,
but, you know, I
just got so excited.
I just love you and
your mother so much,
and I just thought
that the time was...
Okay, um,
why are you playing
with a knife?
Is that one of your gifts?
- Yes, my uncle
Robert gave it to me.
- Oh my goodness.
Why would he give a
10-year-old a knife?
Look, look, if you're
gonna play with it,
you can't be playing
with it by the blade.
That's what the handles are for.
Here, give it here. Let me see.
(knife rattling)
Okay. Thank you.
- Hey, give it back, man.
- Excuse me?
Let's have some respect, mister.
I am your father, and
I will hold onto this
until I think
you're ready for it.
- You can't do
that. Give it back.
- Yes, I can and yes I will.
As a matter of fact,
you're grounded, champ.
Until you can show your
father some respect,
you'll be grounded for weeks.
- You're not my father.
- Oh, well, that,
that just,
that just hurt.
You know what, you are not
allowed to leave this room
until you tell me you're sorry.
(pillow thumps)
- Yeah, right.
- Well, he knows
you have to work.
Well, soon you'll be able to
do lots of man things with Pete
and your soon to
be brother-in-law.
Yeah, he proposed today.
That's exactly what Pete said.
I know. Okay, I get it.
But aren't you at least
happy for me a little?
(gentle stirring music)
Yeah.
Hey, you know, I have to go.
Okay, okay.
Ah-huh. Okay, I
love you too, okay.
Pete?
(stirring music continues)
Tim?
(feet padding)
(upbeat stirring music)
(Valerie screams)
(Valerie crying)
Oh my god, baby? Wake up, baby.
(Valerie sobbing)
Oh god.
Baby!
(Valerie sobbing)
(stirring music)
(hair clipper buzzing)
(gentle stirring music)
(Tim humming)
(jangling noise)
(Tim humming)
(humming continues)
(gentle stirring music)
(match scratching)
(match igniting)
(gentle stirring music)
(Tim humming)
(flame swooshing)
(pleasant music)
(birds chirping)
- Why gotta be such an idiot?
- (indistinct talking)
- Hey, I will talk to you both!
(siblings arguing)
- Hello?
- I will talk to you
both when we get home.
Here, wait in the car
and try not to kill each
other in the process.
Stop it!
Ugh.
You know, honestly,
I really don't know
what I'm gonna do
with both of them.
Come on.
- They're kids,
that's what they do.
I'm more concerned about you.
- Me? What about me?
- It's been almost two
years since Davis died,
it's time for you to
get back out there.
- Mom, we already
discussed this.
I'm in no rush to get
into a relationship,
I'm still grieving.
Besides, I don't even
have time for a man.
- Mm-hm, it's been enough time.
There are plenty of eligible
men here in the church.
You could have your
pick of the litter.
- Okay, pick of the
litter. Come on.
(singing in background)
(siren wailing)
- Robert,
where are we at on
that Anderson case?
- Oh, yeah, I was just
gonna get to work on that.
I was just looking over
my sister's file real quick.
- Your sister's case?
Jesus, Robert, it's been a year.
I mean, the fire department's
report clearly indicated
the fire was an accident,
birthday candles or something.
- I just, I feel like, Sarge,
I feel like it's more than that.
- The fire was investigated
by the fire department.
The lead detective is very
thorough, someone we know.
Every rock was unturned.
I'm not gonna say I
understand how you feel,
but I am gonna say
that you gotta move on.
At least day to day.
Your caseload, it's,
it's fallen behind.
Work on this on
your own time, okay?
- Okay.
- I need the Anderson case.
- You got it, boss.
(phone ringing)
(indistinct station
announcement)
- Your sister, she,
she got engaged
that night, right?
I mean, you said your nephew,
he was upset about that.
- Yeah, why?
- Yeah, well, ask
him, the fiance.
I mean, maybe he can put
some of these ghosts to rest.
I never met him.
- What? I mean, he was at the
funeral, right?
- No, he didn't show up.
I mean, nobody even
knows what he looks like.
- Really?
- Spare time.
Anderson on my time.
- Yeah.
(feet padding)
(people distantly chatting)
(machines beeping)
(birds chirping)
(glass clanking)
(feet padding)
- I remember when you and
Davis took that picture.
I never saw a happier couple.
- When you know it's
real, it's a blessing.
(feet padding)
(door clicks shut)
- I think she needs to
get out of the house more.
Maybe if she meets someone new,
that'll make her happy again.
- But I don't want
nobody up in here
making me call him
daddy, for real.
- We don't have to
call anyone daddy.
But the more time she
spends out of the house,
the more happier she'll be.
- Maybe.
Maybe we can help
her meet somebody.
And then if we don't like him,
we not letting him get
close to mom, deal?
- Deal.
- Okay, cool.
- How did I get here, ma?
I mean, why my husband?
He didn't deserve to die.
- I taught you to never
question the Lord,
to use every situation
and circumstance
as a lesson from him.
- How am I supposed to learn
a lesson from Davis dying?
- You and I both know
that when it's your time,
it's your time.
And the Lord knows
what he's doing
when he brings you a new love.
But know this, no one
will ever replace Davis.
And his memory will live on
in you and the children.
- How do I know when I'm ready,
you know, to start dating?
- Because your mama will know,
and you are ready.
(laughing)
- Well, may I ask why you
never dated after daddy died?
- What makes you
think I never dated?
- Ma, I never saw you
bring anybody home.
- You weren't supposed to.
You don't bring
prospects to the house
until they're a sure thing.
(laughing)
- Well, how long did it
take you to get over daddy?
- I never got over your father.
I just decided to
look at other people
until I see his smiling face
greeting me at the pearly gates.
(laughing)
- I hear you.
(traffic buzzing)
I wish you'd have
told me yesterday
when we were leaving church
that you needed materials
for your school.
- How are we supposed
to build a chair?
I don't know anything
about building chairs.
- You know what, I'm surprised
you got this far in shop class.
- Alright, that's enough.
There are several sources
that we can find to help us
figure out how to
build this chair.
You'll get an A+ on
it, I tell you that.
- [Tisha] Mama, when's the
last time you built something?
- [Rochelle] The tree
house in the backyard,
thank you very much.
- The tree house in the-
- Yeah, that fell apart
after a couple of days.
- [Rochelle] You know
what, both of you
are testing my nerves.
Oh, ooh.
- I'm gonna go look for a torch.
- Oh, wait, a torch? What?
Follow after him, go
watch your brother.
- Um, he's too old
to have a babysitter.
I know, why don't you ask one
of those men from the church
to help him build it?
They single and you real single.
And Maurice needs it
to pass his class.
It's a match made
in wood shop heaven.
- Not you too, look.
We are going to
help as a family, okay?
Just think of it as
a family project.
- So does that mean
we get a family grade?
- Go watch your brother.
(feet padding)
See, what else is this?
- Hey.
- Woo.
(laughing)
I'm so sorry.
- No, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to startle you.
- Oh, no problem.
- Is there anything
I can help you with?
I'm Patrick, by the way.
- Oh, hi, I'm Rochelle.
Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you
too. You know what?
I've seen you before, you know,
beautiful faces always stick
out in this small town.
(Rochelle laughs)
- Thank you, thank you.
- But do you need any help?
You looked a little lost.
- Wait, do you work here?
- Nah, I was just shopping.
But, you know, I still can help.
- Well, you know, I have no
place in this hardware store.
I'm trying to find the
right glue for some wood
for my son's project.
- Whoa, whoa, wait, your son?
(Patrick laughs)
Wow, you don't look, don't look
like you have a child.
- Yes. Thank you, again.
I have two children.
- Two, huh?
- Mm-hm.
- Okay, well, glue.
- Okay.
- It depends on
the type of wood.
I would go with this one.
- This?
- Yeah.
- Okay, okay.
Wood glue.
- Yeah.
- Talking to strangers, mom?
- Oh, get over here. This is...
- Patrick, I was
helping your mother out.
- Well, these are my children.
This is Tisha, this is Maurice.
- Okay. Great names,
nice to meet you both.
So, Maurice, I'm going
to assume you're the one
with the shop project, huh?
- Yeah.
- So do you know what type
of chair you gonna build?
- Anything that won't break.
(Patrick chuckles)
- I wanted to build
something cool,
but I don't know how
to use this stuff.
- Son, I told you
I would help you.
- Well, depending on what
type of wood you use,
you can build
something really cool.
I mean, I offered my help.
But, of course, it's
up to your mother.
- Mom, can he help us, please?
Maybe I can get a
good grade out of it.
- I mean, you did say you had
no idea what you were doing.
- I don't remember saying that.
- Look, I don't mind helping
the little guy get a good grade.
- Only if I can pay
you for your time.
- Well, only if
the payment means
dinner with you
over this weekend.
(Rochelle laughs)
- Okay. Umm,
- (coughs) She's free.
- She sure is. Let's
go get some wood.
- Oh, what have I
got myself into?
- Hopefully him.
- Oh.
- Tisha, be respectful.
- [Tisha] Mama's got a
date. Mama's got a date.
- Oh my goodness.
- Sorry.
- No, no, no, no, no.
Look, why don't you text
me your information?
(Rochelle laughing)
- Wow, a flip phone?
- Yeah, a flip phone.
- Well, I mean, I was
gonna text you my address
and phone number, but we
can do something different.
- Oh, you trying to be funny?
(Rochelle giggling)
- Let's see what I have in here.
(bag shuffling)
(Rochelle mumbles)
Okay, look, (clears throat).
Let's see, my address is,
and my phone number.
There you go.
Alright, so Saturday?
Good.
- Saturday, 7:30?
- 7:30, okay.
- It's nice to meet
you, miss Rochelle.
- Pleasure to meet you, Patrick.
- Alright, goodnight.
- Okay.
(groovy upbeat music)
Mm, little more.
Hi.
- You look beautiful.
(Rochelle chuckles)
- Thank you, ma.
I feel beautiful.
- The kids say you're
going out with the man
that you met at
the hardware store,
the one that's supposed to help
build a chair with Maurice?
- Yes, ma.
- Well, when's he
supposed to do that?
Seems like he's
getting his reward
before he finishes the project.
Hmm.
Well, do you think it's
safe for him to come here
to pick you up at the house?
- Ma, look, we've been
talking for a few days, okay?
I trust my judgment,
and I hope you do too.
- I trust you. But what do we
really know about this man?
Where does he live?
Does he have any kids?
What religion is he?
I have questions.
- Alright, so he's from
out West, no kids, Baptist.
I got it covered.
- I know you do, but no
matter how old you get,
our children are
always our children.
(car buzzing)
- Oh, okay. That must be him.
Okay. Wait, how do I look?
- You look wonderful.
- Thank you, mama.
Okay, let's go.
- Let's go meet that
friend of yours.
(Rochelle and Sallie laugh)
- So for my midterms,
I was thinking we can make
a small box or a bookshelf,
something so I can hold my
video games, can you help me?
- Alright, If I'm gonna help
you with that bookshelf,
you gonna have to put some
books in it, little man.
- Alright.
- Alright.
Better have some books
in it when I come back.
Wow, you look
absolutely amazing.
- Thank you, and you
look very handsome.
- Thank you.
- Maurice, where is your sister?
- I think she went over
to a friend's house.
- Okay. Well, you make sure
you text me when she gets home.
(feet padding)
(Sallie clears throat)
- Wait a minute, now this,
this must be your
sister right here.
(Rochelle chuckles)
How you doing
ma'am? I'm Patrick.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Young man, you either
have very bad eyes,
or you're trying to
flatter an old woman.
(Sallie and Rochelle chuckling)
- Patrick, this is
my mother, Sallie.
- Nice to meet you, Patrick.
- Nice to meet you too.
- And what plans do you
have for this evening?
- Well, I was thinking that
maybe we can go out to dinner
and maybe a stroll.
- Hmm.
- Oh, nevermind the stroll.
You have my daughter
back home by 10:00 PM.
- Mama.
- Yes ma'am, I can do that.
- I'm just kidding.
- Mama's got a boyfriend,
mama's got a boyfriend.
- Now hush and go to bed. I
will see you later.
- It's only 7:30.
- Okay, well go to your room
and think about going to bed.
Goodnight.
- Fine. See y'all later.
Patrick.
- Alright.
So you ready to go?
- I am ready to go.
- Alright. Well, it was nice
meeting you again, ma'am.
- Nice meeting you.
- Goodnight mama.
- Have fun.
(door clicks open)
- Thank you.
- No problem.
(insects chirping)
(car beeping)
(car door slams shut)
(gravel scrunching)
(car door clicks open)
(grocery bags rustling)
(car door shuts)
(feet padding)
- Hey buddy.
Charles? Where you at?
Are you hungry?
Daddy's got your food.
Come on, (cat
calling), come on bud.
Hmm.
You ready for a little
chicken dinner and gravy?
Come on.
(bowl thudding)
(food swooshing)
There you go.
(can clinking)
Come on. Let's go.
Come on. You okay?
Come here, you.
I know you missed me,
I know you missed me.
Eat your dinner.
And daddy has a Salisbury steak.
No? You ungrateful little...
(beer lid pops)
(opener and lid clinking)
(Robert sighs)
(bottle thumps)
(insects chirping)
(feet padding)
Come on, buddy.
Just, just one sign.
Just show me something.
Help me.
(stirring music)
(traffic buzzing)
- When I lost my family
in that car accident,
I didn't know if I
was going to make it
one more minute, let
alone another day.
- Yeah, tell me about it.
My husband died due
to a drunk driver
who got off because his
family was well known.
- Oh, wow.
- I believed in the justice
system and it failed me.
The worst part about it is
when I had to tell my children
that their daddy was
never coming home.
- I can only imagine.
Well, you know, I woke up in
the hospital a few days later
and the doctor told me that
my wife and kids had died.
I didn't know how
to process that.
- Well, it seems like we
both have been through
a hell of fire,
and lived to tell the tale.
- Amen.
(gentle background
music)
- Here's to our next adventure.
- You don't know what you're
getting yourself into, mister.
I'm a handful.
- Oh, I can tell.
(Rochelle and Patrick laugh)
(car creaks)
I hope I was a perfect
gentleman tonight.
- You were.
I haven't been out in a while,
so it
was nice to have
some time to myself.
- Well, if you ever
wanted to go out
and maybe just drive
around, just let me know.
- Okay.
- Tonight was amazing.
And plus I see you Monday
when I help Maurice
with this project.
- Ah, yeah, that's right.
- Yeah, so.
Well, look, I better let
you go on in the house.
I don't want your mother to
think I'm some kind of creep.
(Rochelle and Patrick laugh)
for, you know, keeping
you out too late.
- Yeah.
- So, alright.
(lips kisses softly)
Let me get the door for you.
(car beeping)
(door clicks shut)
(sighs)
(door clicks open)
- Thank you.
- Alright.
(door clicks shut)
Have a good night, Rochelle.
- You too.
- Alright.
- Thank you.
- Bye.
(insects chirping)
(Rochelle sighs)
(keys jangling)
(birds chirping)
(feet padding)
(kids chattering)
- Oh, that was a good sermon.
So you singing next Sunday?
Where my keys? Lord.
- How was your
night with Patrick?
- It was great, mama.
He is so sweet.
- Baby, I don't know what to say
and I know there's
nothing I can do.
But I felt a darkness last
night with that Patrick guy.
He seems like a decent enough
fellow, but I fear the worst.
And I, I just, I don't
think it's right.
- Mama, mama, stop.
You met him all of
what, 10 minutes?
And weren't you
the one telling me
that I had the
pick of the litter?
- You do.
- Then stop worrying.
Where are these keys?
Oh Lord, Maurice, come on.
You driving me crazy.
(phone ringing)
- So I can wonder
why I haven't received
my report yet.
- I'm sorry.
- Looks like your mind
is still in weekend mode
and your body's here.
- Oh, can't you
tell, she got hit
by the love arrow?
- Oh, well,
I don't know if it's love,
but have you ever met a guy
that made you look at the
world in a whole new light?
I mean, it's just like
a butterflies in your
stomach kind of feeling.
- Ooh, now is it the good,
freaky, bottled up sex talking?
- No, no, no, too soon. We
haven't been intimate yet.
- What? Honey, oh, I know that
you're just gonna explode.
Please tell me he can get it up.
- Oh.
- Oh, alright.
This doesn't seem like
a conversation for me,
sounds more like girl talk.
- No, no, no, no,
no, stay, stay, stay,
because I wanna get your advice.
- So what's the issue?
Do you not want him?
- No, no. That's not it,
uh-uh, that's not it at all.
Look, I wanna show
you something we took
the other night on our date.
On our date, okay.
Ah, let's see.
- Pretty good.
- Let me see, let me see.
Ah, cute.
- But he hasn't made a move yet.
I mean, we went on a date.
We've talked for hours
and hours on the phone.
He's coming over
tonight to help Maurice
with his school
project, but nothing.
- Sounds like a gentleman.
I don't know, see how it goes.
Honey, if you don't
want him, I'll take him.
- He sounds gay to me.
- Bingo.
Look, look at it like this,
how often do you eat chicken?
- What? Often enough.
- Yes.
- Okay, so how often
do you eat turkey?
- Holidays, where are
you going with this?
Because I'm getting hungry.
- See, men can have chicken
anytime, like no big deal.
But they wait till a holiday
to savor something so good.
- Okay, so you're saying that
he's waiting for a moment
for someone he loves.
- Okay.
- Exactly, sounds like
you got a real winner.
- I mean, how does he
get along with the kids?
- Oh, Maurice thinks
he is super cool.
Tisha, she's still
missing her dad,
so she's not really
giving him a chance.
But, you know.
- How does your mom like him?
- Well, mama's, she's a
little overprotective,
but I know that she has
my best interest at heart.
So it's all good.
- It's good to know.
Now, Anna, get back to work.
- I am.
- And, Rochelle,
please have that file
on my desk by the end of today.
- Oh, got you.
- Ugh, I need a drink.
- [Patrick] So how is school?
- [Maurice] It's all
right, it's all right.
It's not good, but it's okay.
- [Patrick] What do
you mean, not good?
- I mean, my grades are like
decent, I guess, C's probably.
- C's. Come on now,
Maurice, you're a smart kid.
You're not a C student, you are
an A student, remember that.
Everything you do in life,
you have to make it a A.
- Yeah.
- Tisha, I don't understand
why you would sneak around
with that boy again,
this is not you.
- I was just with
my friend, Tyrone.
I didn't mean to
stay out late again.
- Well, that's not the point.
You didn't have permission,
nobody knew where you were.
Anything could have
happened to you.
- You're overreacting.
- I am not overreacting.
- Now, you better
get yourself together
and get it together quick.
You, baby, we are all
going through a lot.
But you have to act
responsibly, you have to.
Tisha, is there something
you wanna talk about?
What?
- I miss dad.
I know grandma says
he's here in spirit,
but I want him to
be here with us.
- And you know what
else your grandma says?
That we're born
with things to do.
And when we're done,
God calls us home.
So I have to believe your dad
did everything he
was supposed to do.
- That's not fair.
It's not fair.
There were still more things
he was supposed to do,
like talk to
Maurice about girls,
or chase away my boyfriends.
- But your father taught
me how to do all of that.
So I got you both covered.
- Do you miss him?
(thunder gentle roars)
- Every day. Every day, baby.
- And this new guy,
is he gonna replace dad now?
- Oh baby, no, no.
Nobody will ever
replace your father.
Your father was
one in a million.
One in a million.
We're gonna be all right, okay?
(Rochelle chuckles)
Look at them.
(rain gently pattering)
Woo, goodness.
- Oh yeah, we're gonna eat.
(Rochelle and Patrick laughing)
- Okay, let's see. Oh gosh.
- Look like you two bought
out the whole store.
- Oh, I went in the
store for one thing
and Patrick saw some other
stuff we needed for the house.
- We?
I didn't know that you had
started taking inventory
for the things we
did and did not need.
- Yeah, I just saw some-
- Rochelle, I think you left
your phone in the living room.
It's been beeping and humming
all the time you've been gone.
- I was charging it before I
left and I guess I left it.
Oh, I forgot about
it, that's all.
(feet padding)
- Oh, here's the paper.
(Patrick mumbling)
- You and my daughter
have been spending
a lot of time together.
Am I correct in assuming
that it's getting serious?
- I've never met
anybody like Rochelle.
I mean, she's sweet and-
- My two grandchildren come
along with sweet Rochelle.
- Of course. I mean, Tisha
and Maurice are amazing kids.
And one day, I think we'll make
an amazing family together.
- Okay, cut to the chase Romeo.
- Look miss Sallie,
I love Rochelle.
And one day I would
like to marry her.
- In just a few
weeks, you feel love?
Child, I think you've fallen
and hit your pretty little head.
- What do you mean?
- [Rochelle] Babe,
Anna from work called.
She wanted us to meet her at
the Cassidy club for drinks.
I told her we were just gonna
stay here and watch movies.
- Okay, that's cool. Thank you.
- There is something not
quite right about you.
I don't know what it is,
but I'm gonna find out
before you hurt my daughter.
You have no family, friends,
you don't smoke, drink, curse.
You're a perfect role model,
but I think you got
something up your sleeve.
So I'm asking you,
just walk away.
- And what if that's
not what she want?
- [Rochelle] Yeah, I don't
feel like going out anyways.
You guys mind if you throw
on some music for all of us?
- That would be great, baby.
- Yeah, sounds good.
- [Rochelle] Alright.
- I'm just protecting
my daughter.
In time, she'll understand.
- Miss Sallie,
Rochelle is a grown woman
and I make her happy.
(Patrick hissing)
Ooh, you just don't understand
how much I make
your daughter happy.
(Patrick chuckles)
And there's nothing
you can do about it.
You know what?
I was once told that people
that start messing around
in other people's
business, they get hurt.
So I advise you to
stay out of my way.
- Oh, you got plenty
nerve threatening me
in my daughter's house.
- You know what, I bet, I
bet you want people to think
that your husband was a saint.
Yeah, that's what you think.
But you know it'd be a shame
if all his little
dirty deeds came out.
- You leave my husband out
of this. He was a good man.
He was nothing like a
piece of scum like you.
- Yeah, that's what
you want everybody
to believe, don't you?
(gentle stirring music)
But if you step between me
and Rochelle's relationship,
oh, I promise you,
it won't be pretty.
- [Rochelle] Ooh, now
that's more like it.
- Oh, that's my song.
(upbeat background music)
- Is everything okay in here?
- Oh yeah, everything's fine.
You know, your mother here is...
Come on over here, baby.
- What?
- So excited to know
about how much I love you.
Look at her, (laughs).
But look, I'm about
to get outta here,
so I'll give you-
- Mm, don't leave.
- Don't leave, I just got home.
But I gotta go.
I'll call you later.
- Okay.
- Alright.
- Call me later, mmm.
- Will do.
You have a great
night, mother Sallie.
(upbeat background
music continues)
(door clicks shut)
- So what's going on here?
(traffic buzzing)
- Oh, Tony.
- What can I get you?
- Oh, gosh. I need
a couple of shots,
is what I need.
- A couple, couple of shots.
(Anna and Tony laugh)
- [Tony] Alright,
lemme hook you up.
- What can I get you?
- You know what you can get me.
(upbeat background music)
(device thuds)
(money shuffles)
Let me get a, I'll
get a shot of Jack.
Shot of Jack.
- Mm, mm.
Looks good.
- There you go.
- [Tony] Get that shot.
- Let me get
another one, please.
- Hey, Tony.
- What's it now?
- Can I get a dirty martini?
And why don't you,
why don't you get this
guy anything he wants.
- I appreciate it, but
I'm fine, thank you.
- Well, you know, it's,
it's bad luck to turn
down a free drink,
especially from a pretty woman
who hasn't been
laid in a few weeks.
- I appreciate it. Thank you.
- The pleasure is mine.
(upbeat background
music continues)
- So you come here often?
- Nah, I just dropped
in for a minute.
- Can I get another, Tony?
(bottle rattling)
(upbeat music continues)
- Look.
- Yeah.
Wow, are you in a hurry?
I was hoping for, for
a little conversation.
- I'm sorry ma'am,
but I gotta get home.
Hey, Tony, get the lady
whatever she's drinking on me.
- Change?
- Nah, keep it.
Have a good night.
- What are you having?
- Hold on.
I'm gonna go put some
change in the meter, okay?
- I'll save your seat.
- I'll be back, Tony.
(feet padding)
(upbeat music continues)
Hey, wait, I can't run
very well in these shoes.
- Look, I'm sorry, but
I need to get home.
- Yeah, well, maybe you
can take me with you. Huh?
You know a woman shouldn't
be alone here at night.
Or maybe you wanna
come home with me.
- No, no, no. Look,
I got a girlfriend.
- So who cares?
Where is she, huh?
She's home, baking cookies?
Come on.
- Look, look, look,
I don't want any
trouble, alright?
If you need a ride home, maybe
you should just go in the bar
and ask Tony to call you a cab.
- Hot-damn, you're
intense, but I like it.
You know how I like it?
I like it rough and tough.
- Look, I told you
I have a girlfriend.
- Yeah, I know. I've actually
seen a picture of you.
You're dating Rochelle.
- How do you know her?
- We work together.
- And you're still
trying to sleep with me?
- You say it like
it's a bad thing.
And, you know, your pictures,
they really don't
do you justice.
You know, she told
us all about you,
but I can keep a secret.
Ooh, and you look like a
man who could really put
a hurting on a girl.
Ooh, I like that.
(Anna laughing)
Oh, wow.
(Anna laughing)
- What are you laughing at?
- I think you left
your penis at home,
or maybe it's just that small.
Oh, is that why you never
made a move on Rochelle? Huh?
Is that what happened?
I'm so over this.
(Anna gasping)
(body thudding)
- I can satisfy a woman.
- Come on, show me, huh?
Do me, now. I want to
see that little guy.
(Patrick groans)
(knife thuds)
- Yeah, I can't hear you now.
Yeah, I'm listening,
you little bitch.
So laugh now, laugh
now, I'm listening.
(Patrick groans)
(knife thudding)
You little bitch.
Yeah, you amongst the trash
like you supposed to be.
(Patrick groans)
(gentle stirring music)
(Anna gasping)
(gentle stirring music)
(birds chirping)
- Good afternoon,
brothers and sisters.
God is good.
And all the time...
- [Congregants] God is good.
- Amen.
For over 50 years,
Bishop Kenneth Willis
walked these very halls,
guiding and preaching the
unmitigated word of God
to whomever wanted to hear it.
Or even if they didn't
ask for it, (chuckles).
I remember being a teenager
when I first moved
to this neighborhood.
My first time at this church
was before I even
reached those steps.
Hearing bishop's
boisterous and bassy voice
from down the street.
- Ma.
- What?
- How much longer
are we gonna be here?
I mean, I have homework to do.
- Telling lies in church.
Mama, can I change my seat?
Jesus, please help me not
smack her in her dumb face.
- Listen to me, you start
up that nonsense again,
it's gonna take
Jesus to restrain me.
Do you hear me?
- So mama, what is the first act
that you're gonna present
as Head of the Women Center?
- We're not even sure they're
gonna give me the position.
After all, I'm
getting up in age.
- Are you kidding me? You've
spearheaded most
of the projects
way before daddy died.
They'd be-
- What do you want?
- They'd be a fool
not to honor him
by honoring you for your
dedication to this church.
- That's sweet, but his
name on the building
is honor enough for me.
- First Lady Sallie,
what are we gonna do?
- That's my Kenneth.
- And she, in a soft,
calm voice said,
"Move on and move with God."
- [Patrick] Hi.
- [Reverend] Yes indeed.
You are with the
one assigned to you-
What is he doing here?
- With one heart.
- Mama, daddy would welcome all,
including the ones
he did not know.
- Regardless of whether
or not I know him,
this is supposed to be a
celebration for the family.
- Mama, what is your issue
with him?
- On the legacy
of Bishop Kenneth Willis.
Please allow me to present
Mrs. Sallie Willis,
our former First Lady, and
the appointed head
of the Willis Center.
(congregants applauding)
- Thank you. Thank you so much.
And not just for my
husband, Bishop Willis,
but for myself also.
It is such a wonderful thing
that is happening today.
When you find a church that
enriches you inside out,
then you have
truly found a home.
(congregants applauding)
Umm,
I apologize, I'm so overwhelmed.
As I was saying, Bishop
and I talked about
the Willis Center for years.
And we watched the
neighborhood decline,
the daycare centers and
the afterschool programs.
And we couldn't just stand by,
and watch our children fall
through the cracks.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- [Reverend] Amen, sister.
(congregants applauding)
- And as head of
the Willis Center,
I will upkeep our values
of God, faith, and family.
- Yeah, that's right.
- Amen.
(congregants applauding
and cheering)
- [Reverend] First
lady, this is for you.
(congregants applauding)
(speakers squeaking)
- [Audio Recording] I
can't stay long bishop.
We don't want to
get caught in here.
- Ma, that sounds like dad.
- What?
(equipment rattling)
- It is your father.
- [Audio Recording] Okay.
- [Reverend] That
sounds like bishop, yes.
- [Audio Recording]
Bishop, stop.
- Laney, Laney Peterson,
is that you?
- Oh, my God.
- [Audio Recording]
You know, we really
shouldn't be doing this.
Not here anyway.
- [Reverend] It's seems
like someone stuck
some sort of a flash
drive into the audio.
- It's okay, ma, it's alright.
It's alright.
- Shut it down!
- Shut it down,
shut it down now.
Who would do such a thing?
- Yes, sir. Yes.
I understand, Reverend, but I
really would like to come by
and talk to you if I can.
My mama, she's really distraught
over this whole ordeal.
Yes.
Okay, well, will you just please
just keep me updated
on everything, please?
Okay, yes.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- Look, babe, don't worry
about it, it's gonna be okay.
We're gonna get through this.
- This is your fault.
I don't know how you did it,
but you said that if
I got in your way,
you would expose my family.
This is the monster that
you brought in our lives.
- Mama, did you know about
what Daddy did before today?
- It doesn't matter what
I did or didn't know.
What matters is he
found out about it,
and embarrassed the
hell out of our family
in the church that
your father built.
- Look, Miss Sallie, I
know you are upset about
what happened today, and you're
probably going through hell.
But I can assure you
that I had nothing
to do with that.
- Liar!
You are a liar, and
the devil himself.
- Mama, stop it!
Maurice, go upstairs.
- But mama...
- Go upstairs now.
- I should have went to
the movies with Tisha.
- Mama, listen, you cannot
go around blaming people
when you don't have any proof.
- Rochelle, baby, look,
I know you didn't ask me,
but I'm gonna tell you anyways.
I had nothing to do with that.
- Hey, I know, Patrick.
I know you didn't have
anything to do with it.
It's just mom, she's just
upset and just lashing out.
- Don't speak for me, I'm
telling you he's responsible.
- Look, I'm not gonna
sit here and allow her
to keep blaming me for
something I didn't do.
- Mama.
- Look, I'll just
call you later. Where's
- No, wait, Patrick.
- where's my keys.
- Let the devil leave.
- Please, no.
- Go, go!
- Oh my, what is this?
- Jesus, please, enough
of this nightmare.
(Rochelle gasping)
- Oh my God.
- Rochelle, baby when
I moved to this town,
I was looking for a new life.
And instead, I found something
that I didn't know that
I was even missing.
I'll be a fool to let you go.
And I'm just asking
for the opportunity
to keep a smile on your face
for the rest of our lives.
Rochelle Holmes,
will you make me
the happiest man in the world?
Baby, will you marry me?
- Yes!
Yes, yes I will marry you.
- Yes!
(Rochelle and Patrick cheering)
(lips smooching)
(Rochelle crying happily)
Oh my gosh.
Oh, Patrick.
(Rochelle laughing)
- I love you so much,
I love you so much.
(insects chirping)
(cup and saucer rattling)
(feet shuffling)
(cup and saucer rattling)
- I guess congratulations
are in order.
- Ah, I didn't know if I
would have to pull teeth
to get that out of you.
Oh, pretty exciting day.
- Everyone has their
vices and crosses to bear.
I thought I was enough for him,
but I couldn't change him.
Your father liked women.
- Hmm.
- Ma, how old was Laney
when all this happened?
- I believe she just turned 20.
- Oh, ma, why didn't you say
something or do something?
- It was a different time.
You didn't leave your husband,
you figured out a
way to deal with it.
I tried. Oh, Lord knows I tried.
But, no, the scandal that it
would've brought the church.
So I just bit my lip.
- Yeah, Reverend Douglas
says he's looking
into what happened today.
- Oh, we know who's
behind what happened,
and you're wearing his ring.
- Mama. What is your
issue with Patrick?
I mean, you haven't given him
a chance since you met him.
- Don't you think you're
just moving too fast?
It hasn't been that long.
- Oh, I do recall that
you and daddy got married,
what, three weeks after dating?
- It was a different time.
I just don't trust
him, Rochelle.
There's something about him
that just doesn't
sit right with me.
- Mama, look, I don't want
this to come between us.
I mean, we gotta come to
some kind of understanding.
And I don't wanna be in
the middle, we're family.
- Isn't it family that
usually stabs you in the back?
(car engine rumbling)
(muffled hiphop music playing)
(handbrake creaks)
- Great, he's gone.
- Who?
- My mom's weird,
stupid boyfriend.
I had fun tonight at the movies.
- Hmm, I couldn't tell.
You were sitting so
far away from me.
- I was sitting
right next to you.
- Yeah, but when I tried to get
closer, you just moved away.
I thought you liked me.
- I do, I mean,
I just wanna take
things slow, you know?
I do like you.
- Yeah, but if you're
supposed to be my girl,
I think we need to go at a pace
that works for the
both of us, you know?
(muffled hiphop music playing)
- Okay, I think I
should go in the house.
- Come on, don't
be such a tease.
- I said no, get off of me.
- Oh, you stupid bitch. Ow.
(traffic buzzing)
What's your problem, old man?
What are you, some peeping Tom?
- Man, oh man!
- Listen here punk.
(insects chirping)
Come here.
(body shuffling)
(Tyrone gasping)
If I ever see you
around my house
or my daughter again, I
swear to you, I will bury you
so deep in the woods that
it'll take them two seasons
to find the remains
of your body.
Do you hear me?
- Yeah.
- 'Cause I will
choke your ass up.
(Tyrone coughing and choking)
Get your ass outta here.
(Tyrone breathing heavily)
(door clicks open and shut)
(phone beeps)
Hello, 911? Hi.
I just saw, I just
saw this skinny kid
just kill somebody in
front of Cassidy's Pub.
Yeah. Yes, he's driving
a white Dodge Charger.
Yeah, the license
plate looks like,
it looks like it says Tyrone.
(stirring music)
(school bell ringing)
- Maurice, what's
going on with you?
We're going to the
state championships.
And I'm sorry, but you're not.
(Maurice sighs)
I know you can run, that's good
Why don't you join
track and field?
- I like, I like baseball.
- But you're a horrible player.
- [Maurice] I can get better.
- There are plenty other
players better than you.
Sorry Maurice, but
you're off the team.
Go to the locker room,
collect your gear.
(door shutting)
- Oh, Maurice, where you been?
I was at the park
looking for you.
You know, I was worried about
you, son. What's going on?
- I hate playing baseball.
Coach Foster kicked
me off the team.
- He what?
- They call me names
and make me the bat boy.
- Look son, it's
going to get better.
- When? For the last two years?
- Look, Maurice, When
I was in high school,
I played baseball and
I was pretty good.
I was a little chubby and,
you know, nobody wanted
a fat kid on their team.
So, you know, my,
my father-
- What did your father do?
- Boy, I told you about
all cake you been eating.
- Daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't
know it was the last piece.
I'm really sorry.
- That's right.
- I'm sorry.
- Do you like it when the
other kids call you fatty?
Do you? Let's see
if you like this.
- Dad, I'm sorry.
- Y ou wanna touch stuff
that's not yours? Touch this!
(gas whirring)
(stirring music continues)
I ain't raised no thief.
- No!
- Boy, did you hear me?
I said drop your pants, now!
- Man, my father,
he made me work harder
on my goals, alright?
That's what we
gonna do with you.
You want some ice cream?
- Yeah.
- I knew you would.
- Yeah, I'll be right there.
Yeah, be fine. You too.
(bat clanking)
(phone clicks)
Reynolds?
(bat clanking)
Reynolds, is that you?
(bat clanking continues)
(eerie music)
Reynolds? Reynolds?
Reynolds? I thought
you locked up.
Reynolds?
(Patrick screams)
(bat thudding)
(stirring music continues)
(coach groaning)
- Why'd you cut Maurice?
- Maurice needs work.
(stirring music continues)
(coach groaning)
- This league is designed for
kids with all skill levels.
Mainly if you
would've played him,
he could have showed
you what he could do.
- Your son's no ball player.
- And you're no coach.
Batter up, bitch.
(coach screaming)
(bat thudding)
(music fades)
- Hey, Carl, I'm
wrapping up this report.
I'll have it to you in a few.
Hey, did Anna call out sick? I
haven't seen her all morning.
(office phone ringing)
- Rochelle.
(office phone ringing)
- Carl, what's going on?
(office phone ringing)
- Anna's been killed.
- What?
And she, she just called
me to grab drinks.
- They found her body
in an alley behind
Cassidy's Pub.
- God.
- No one deserves to
die in that manner.
I hear they found the
bastard who did it.
He still had a murder weapon
on him when they caught him.
- [Rochelle] No.
(gate whirring and slamming)
(Tyrone groaning)
(gates jangling and rattling)
(birds chirping)
- Hey babe.
- Hey.
- You alright?
- It's been a little
quiet since you came home.
- I know.
- Hey, is it 'cause
of your coworker that
was, they found dead?
- Baby, I don't
know how to feel.
She was such a good
person, you know?
- I bet.
- I just, I feel for her family.
It's just weird.
It's funny, huh?
- Yeah, it is.
- One day they're here,
and the next day they are gone.
- Well, babe, unfortunately
they call that life.
Just know that I'm
here for you, alright?
You don't have to
throw all your grief
into these wedding magazines.
Well, I want you to do
this when you are excited.
- I am excited. I'm excited.
I'm glad you're here with me.
- Me too.
(Patrick chuckles)
But I must tell you
the truth, babe.
This is definitely
a woman's job.
(Rochelle and Patrick chuckle)
I ain't trying to
sound funny, but it is.
I mean, look, I don't know
anything about this stuff.
No linens or no chair covers,
or which wine glasses
to drink out of.
I don't know any of this.
I mean, can I just,
can I just pay for it,
show up, say I do,
and keep it moving?
- No, no, no, no.
You know what? I want
the perfect centerpiece.
Ooh.
- Well-
- That one.
- Nah, you are the
perfect centerpiece.
I mean, all we need to
do is just clone you
and sit you beautifully
on each table.
Huh? That'll be my
centerpiece right there.
- Oh, look at you
trying to butter me up
so you can get outta helping me.
- Well, ain't nothing like
a little butter on a roll.
(Rochelle and Patrick chuckle)
(lips smooching)
(romantic music)
You know, I want you,
I want you so bad.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. So
what happened to waiting?
- I'm waiting to exhale.
(Rochelle and Patrick chuckle)
(romantic music continues)
I'm serious. I
want you bad, baby.
(lips smooching)
Can I have you?
- Make love to me?
- Yeah.
(romantic music continues)
(Rochelle and Patrick moaning)
(romantic music continues)
(lips smooching)
(Rochelle and Patrick giggle)
- Oh, yeah.
(Rochelle gasps)
- Patrick, what happened?
(stirring music)
- Sorry.
Sometime I forget,
you know, I...
Yeah.
- Huh?
I mean, you never, you
never told me about this.
- Mentioned that my stepdad cut
me up?
I mean, that's just something
that you don't talk about.
You know? I was a kid.
- Okay, well, don't miss,
don't misunderstand me.
I was just saying that I-
- How, Valerie? How?
Hey, there goes Tim
with the cut up penis.
(Patrick sighs)
- Okay, who's Valerie?
And who the hell is Tim?
Patrick, what's going on?
- My parents,
cruel, cruel humans.
Look babe, I'm, I'm just me.
And I hope this doesn't
change things between us.
- No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no. No, baby.
No, no, it doesn't
change anything.
I love you.
- I love you.
- I love everything about you.
I just, I just, I want you to
let me in further, you know?
- Yeah.
- I mean, you never told me
the extent of the abuse.
- You're right. I won't keep it.
(door clicks open)
- Hey, hey guys.
- Hey.
- Hey. What's going on, champ?
- My friends just
told me my coach died.
- Oh, baby, I am so
sorry. Are you okay?
- Of course, he's okay.
Oh, look, wait, wait, he's
a big boy. He'll be fine.
Don't waste no tears off of
that self-righteous prick.
- Patrick.
Just 'cause he didn't treat
him right, doesn't mean
he deserved to die.
- No, no.
- I can't believe you said that.
- I'm not gonna waste
any of my tears,
and you shouldn't either.
I mean, come on, look at
the way he treated him.
You don't treat no kid like
that, especially not our boy.
- It's okay, I mean,
but I can't believe
you're talking this way.
- I'm sorry, but when
it comes to my family
and how they've been treated,
karma has a ugly head.
I'm surprised nobody beat
that man to death until now.
- Patrick, that is enough.
(gentle stirring music)
Come on, baby.
Come on, let's,
let's talk about it.
- He ain't no little boy.
Nobody care about that coach.
- Mama?
- Yeah.
- How did Patrick know?
I didn't even say that.
- About what, baby?
- About how my coach
was beaten to death.
- Oh, you probably
said something.
You just missed it, that's all.
(suspenseful music)
(child vocalizing)
(stirring music continues)
- [Sallie] I'm sure of it.
- I don't know, but when
I came home from my date
the other night, I thought I
saw him watching me and Tyrone.
And I don't know if he's
said something to Tyrone,
but he has not been at school
and I have not been
able to reach him.
And it's unlike him.
- Did you tell your mama?
- No, mama don't wanna hear
anything bad about Patrick.
- You ain't lying.
When it comes to that man,
your mother has on blinders.
We gotta fix this.
- Okay.
- Thanks Tisha for listening.
(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
(phone beeping)
- Hey, hey, Ron.
Hey, it's Tisha.
Look, I was just
looking for Tyrone.
Have you seen him?
(stirring music)
(door creaking)
Yeah, no one knows
anything. Yeah, I know.
Okay, well, you're
his best friend,
so I thought you
could help, but.
Well, if you hear from him, can
you please
just have him call me?
I just wanna know he's okay.
Thanks.
Yo, what the hell?
Why are you in my room?
- Why are you
checking on that punk
who put his hands on you?
- You were spying on us.
And were you standing behind
the door listening to my...
Mom?
- Does it look like I'm playing
games with you, little girl?
Why are you looking for him?
- I'm not your daughter,
and it's not a crime to
check up on a friend.
- He tried to rape you,
and now you wanna
check up on him?
This is what I get for
handling a situation for you?
You are so ungrateful.
- What did you do to Tyrone?
- I only did what
any father would do
to help this little girl.
- I'm not your daughter.
I'm not your daughter.
I'm not your little girl.
Did you hurt him?
- Daddy got your back, princess.
- Oh my God. Okay,
you're batshit crazy.
What did you do to Tyrone?
- What I-
- I suggest you leave
this room right now.
The devil has no
business in here.
And you can bet your crazy ass
I'm going to talk to
Rochelle about this.
(feet padding)
(door clicks shut)
(stirring music)
(siren wailing)
- Here you go, Bridges.
- Oh, thank you Sandoval.
- Hey, Sandoval.
How's it hanging?
Bridges?
- Yeah.
- Here's the lab report for
that home invasion case.
- Oh, great. I've been
waiting on that all day.
- Did you process that
kid we brought in?
- Kid? No.
What case is that?
- The lady that got cut up
behind Cassidy's Bar last night.
- Oh.
- Got an anonymous tip
over the wire, caller
detailed it all the way down
to the make of the
car and the plates.
Easy pickup, kid
claims he didn't do it,
but we found the murder
weapon in the back seat.
Slam dunk, boo-ya.
- Ah, well, I wish they
would all be that easy.
He's in holding now?
- Yeah, yeah. I'll have someone
grab him and send him up.
I'll get the murder
weapon off my desk.
Just give me a minute,
I'm fighting two shrimp
tacos and a burrito.
- Oh.
- Might be a second.
- Yeah, well, don't
hurt yourself in there.
Maybe a courtesy flush.
- Two.
- Or two, yeah.
(documents shuffling)
(dishes rattling)
- What I need? I need this.
(fridge shuts)
Mom, thank you.
(dishes rattling)
Okay,
someone wanna tell
me what's going on?
- It's Patrick.
- Not again, ma.
I can't keep hearing about
this over and over again.
- I don't think
she's lying, mama.
I think she's telling the truth.
- Oh, so you're turning my kids
onto this witch hunt of yours?
You just can't let
me be happy, huh, ma?
What is it?
Is it because you're not
the center of attention
in the house anymore.
- Baby, it's not about me.
- Then what is it about?
You're the only one who got
a damn problem with the man.
- This is breaking my heart.
Can you just wait a
moment and listen?
Baby, tell her
what just happened.
- Okay.
I was on the phone with a
friend trying to locate Tyrone.
- Whoa, oh, I thought I told
you to stay away from Tyrone.
He is nothing but trouble.
Look at what he
almost did to you.
- Let her finish!
- When I finally
hung up the phone,
Patrick was in my room staring
at me looking all creepy.
Did he touch you?
- No, he didn't touch me,
mama. It's what he said.
He told me I should be grateful
he handled my little
problem for me.
- What problem?
- He's insinuating
that he hurt Tyrone.
That's why I was
trying to locate him.
- Okay, so he should not
have been in your room.
And you shouldn't be
trying to find some boy
that doesn't even
respect your decisions.
- Why can't you see what
all the rest of us see?
- Yeah, how did he
know about my coach?
Then he told me that he
got what he deserved.
Why would he say that?
- The other night when
your friend Anna called
about going out for drinks,
that's when he threatened
me if I interfered.
- Mama, you never told
me anything like that.
- And then he left,
and they found your friend dead.
- Mama.
- Wait,
Patrick killed my coach?
- Anyone who has any problems
with anyone in this family
is either dead or missing.
Doesn't that seem
strange to you?
- No, no, no.
No, mama. Patrick
is not a killer.
See, this witch hunt of
yours has gone too far.
So everything bad, you
wanna blame it on Patrick.
Do you know how
crazy that sounds?
If Patrick were a killer,
don't you know that the police
would be flooding
my door already?
You are poisoning my
kids with this vendetta
that you have against Patrick.
And we better work
all this shit through
if we're gonna be a family.
Yes, I said a family.
I am gonna marry that man,
the one that you are
portraying as some monster.
- You're right. Have
you set a date yet?
(feet padding)
(Tisha screams)
- What, what?
(stirring music)
(file thuds)
(chair screeches)
- What's your problem?
Kid, you know you're looking
at 25 to life right now?
Young guy like you,
good looking kid.
Help me just understand why?
- I didn't do anything, okay?
I didn't kill anyone,
clearly this is a setup.
- A setup? We got a witness
who has you at the crime scene.
They saw your car,
your car that had the
murder weapon inside of it.
Kid, it's just so stupid.
So just help me
understand, okay?
I want you to walk me through
the night. What happened?
You were out with your
girlfriend, right?
You guys get in an
argument, what happened?
She's cheating on you.
You get upset, she hit
you, so you killed her?
- No, a guy told me
if I came back to town
that he would kill me.
Or if I ever laid a finger
on his daughter again.
- Who? Is that why
you killed her?
- I didn't kill anyone, okay?
Okay, there's this girl who
goes to my school, right?
I think she's pretty
cool, alright?
From the way she acts,
she seems like the girl
who kind of likes
to have a good time.
So I took her out a few times
and I don't know, I felt-
- You felt like she
was older, you know?
So maybe you were gonna
get a little further along.
Is this a teacher of yours?
- Oh, she's my age.
She's a student, okay?
So I took her to the movies
and when we got done,
we parked around the
corner from her house.
And I wanted to take
things a little further,
but I didn't do anything 'cause
she slapped me in the face.
I was like, whatever.
- Okay, and then what
happened? You kill her?
No, she got out, okay?
And then her stepdad
went alongside my car.
It was like he was watching
us the entire time, alright?
And he said he saw what
I tried to do to Tisha.
But I had to leave or else
he would've killed me,
because he grabbed
me by my throat
and punched me in the face
so I got out of there.
Next thing I know, I'm at
home, you guys show up.
Start searching my car and
you guys bring me here.
- Okay, tell me
about Cassidy's Pub.
What were you doing there?
- What is Cassidy's Pub?
(knocking on door)
(door clicks open)
(evidence bag thuds)
- Fingerprint report's in.
- Hey, where did you get this?
- I've never seen that before.
- This can't be right, this...
There's only one set of
prints on this knife.
It's Peter, my nephew.
- Valerie's kid, really?
(evidence bag shuffling)
- To Peter, Happy birthday.
Love, your uncle Robert.
What the hell's going on here?
Do you know her?
(stirring music)
Do you know her?
- I don't know her,
but I know him.
That's my girlfriend's stepdad.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Sergeant, this kid didn't
kill anybody. This is him.
I got a gut feeling about it,
this is the guy that
killed my sister,
the same guy who
beat up this kid.
- Un-cuff him, I'm gonna
take the picture down,
see if I can match
him on the database.
You take Tyrone over to
his girlfriend's house,
see if he can
identify his attacker.
Try to box him in,
buy us a little time.
If everything lines up right,
we'll nail this
bastard for murder.
He's been hiding in plain sight
this whole time, let's go.
(chair screeching)
(Tisha screams)
- [Rochelle] What is it? What?
Oh.
- What's going on?
- Hey, Patrick, why,
why you sitting
here in the dark?
Would you like to talk?
(suspenseful music
continues)
- No.
- About you busting
up in my room,
and making it seem like you
did something to Tyrone?
- Let your mother handle it.
- Yeah, you right, I shouldn't
have bust up in your room.
Babe, I saw how
shaken up she was,
and no young lady deserves that.
- Honey, just, just for my sake,
did you do anything to that boy?
(suspenseful music continues)
- Mom, are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm okay.
We're all okay here.
- I'm always getting
blamed for something.
I'm always getting
the third degree.
But no one sees how bad
I'm trying to be a
part of this family.
And, of course,
she's okay, champ.
Why wouldn't she be?
- Oh,
maybe because you have,
you have a bat in your hand
with blood all over it.
- You may have Rochelle fooled,
but your slip is started
to show, young man.
(Patrick chuckles)
- Miss Sallie,
I know you don't like
me and I don't care,
as I'm fine with that.
I assume it's my fault
that your husband
was having an affair
in your church.
- Oh, Patrick.
- I assume that it's my fault
that Tisha's out there acting
like a slut, giving the wrong
vibes to those little-
- Patrick!
- Punks out there.
- You're going too far.
- I haven't gone far enough.
So if being married to
you is gonna be like this,
you know, I'd rather not do it.
You know, I just wanted to
apologize for what I just said.
You know, people
should never say things
to people outta anger
that they care for.
I just wanna be
part of a family.
(Rochelle crying)
- Yeah, so.
You know what?
I just think this is something
that we all can get through,
it's all a misunderstanding.
- I can't stomach this,
I gotta get some air.
Our concerns and our
cares are just dismissed
just because you
are looking at him
with some love-sick eyes, ugh.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Mama, why don't
we all just sit down
and we can just talk
through all of this?
Sit down and have a family-
(bat thuds)
(everyone screams)
(Maurice gasping)
(head thuds)
(Rochelle screams)
(stirring music)
(child vocalizing)
(body thuds)
- Bastard!
(Patrick groans)
(bat thuds)
- Oh my God, oh my God.
Oh dear, oh my God.
Oh my God, Patrick.
(Patrick humming)
(Rochelle weeping)
- No, Patrick, please.
No, no.
- Come to daddy, little bitch.
- Oh, my god, (screams).
(insects chirping)
(gentle stirring music)
(door clicks open)
- Stay right there.
- I was coming along-
- Stay right there.
(suspenseful music)
(feet padding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(feet shuffling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(feet shuffling continues)
(door thuds open and jangles)
(suspenseful music continues)
(upbeat stirring music)
(stirring music continues)
(Robert breathes heavily)
(stirring music continues)
(upbeat stirring
music continues)
(phone beeping)
- It's 1023, 187
Jefferson Boulevard.
We have two adult
females and two minors,
all unresponsive,
lots of blunt trauma.
(gentle stirring music)
(sirens wailing)
(sirens continue wailing)
(indistinct radio chatter)
(sirens continue wailing)
(helicopter whirring)
- [woman] More coffee, handsome?
- I would love some, Judy.
(coffee pouring)
- And, yes, I would like
to go to dinner, George.
- [George] Hot-diggity dog.
You just made me a happy man.
- Hmm, and it doesn't bother
you that I have three kids.
- Should it? As a matter
of fact, let's all go out.
I mean, especially
if I'm interested in
their mother, right?
(suspenseful music)
(cup rattling)
(door clicks open)
- Mr. Fazio, how are
you feeling tonight?
- I'm feeling better.
- Well, looks like
things are coming along.
Fever's gone. Labs look good.
(door creaks)
(stirring music)
Michael, what the hell
are you doing here?
- I've been calling you and
you ain't been answering.
Plus you ain't been
home in a couple days.
- Excuse me, who are you?
- Excuse me, sir, could you
just give us a second please?
- Look, how do you know this?
Are you following me?
I told you I was gonna
be visiting my parents.
- Lies! All lies!
- Sir, if you touch that button,
I will break damn your arm.
- You need to leave now!
We are done. Just leave!
- If I can't have
you, then nobody can.
- What?
(Wendy screams and gasps)
(body thuds)
(stirring music continues)
(blinds rattling)
(stirring music continues)
- So you was just going
push the button, huh?
- No, no, (mumbles).
(Michael laughs)
- You was gonna just
touch the button, huh?
(stirring music continues)
(machine beeping)
(door creaks)
- What are you doing?
Oh my god, you killed him.
Wendy.
- Tori, right?
- You killed Wendy.
You're Wendy's husband,
why are you doing this?
(stirring music continues)
(machine beeping)
Please.
- I bet when you
woke up this morning,
you didn't think today
would be your last day
on earth, now did you?
Hmm?
- Please.
I have children.
They're two and four, please.
- Shh.
- It's okay, baby girl.
A lot of children grow
up without their mother.
- Please.
- I know I did.
(Tori weeping)
(knife swooshes)
(Tori screams)
(gentle piano music)
(gentle piano music continues)
(gentle piano music continues)